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Five days passed after the incident in the Department of Mysteries. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking in the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The majority of the school's population glared at them with anger. The students assumed they were responsible for the disappearance of Jacquel Romanov. Jacquel was a student at the school and the best friend of the trio. Some students claimed the trio killed her while others claimed she escaped from them. Several people claimed that Lord Voldemort captured her and held her hostage in his castle to lure the trio out of Hogwarts.
But none of those rumors could be confirmed.
Having said that, there's more to the story.
Cassidy Newfield came from an alternative world intending to take over the wizarding world. No one knew she was there. If they had noticed her, they didn't say anything. Cassidy wore a traditional school uniform, but she wasn't wearing a robe. She sat in a small room staring into a magical mirror in the corner of the room.
As Harry was walking towards that small room, he said, "I don't get why everyone here seems to be angry with us. It's not like Jacquel asked to be captured. Something isn't right here and we need to find her."
He wasn't wrong there; as the trio walked down the halls, the other students glared at them with anger. Harry didn't know why, but more than a few people were beginning to think of him as a villain instead of a hero. Ron's sister Ginny couldn't look him in the eye anymore. To make things worse, Jacquel's cousins Julia Black, Stacey Snape, and Jaden Kastianopolis left Hogwarts to find her.
In short, things were bad for Harry Potter.
"You're right, Harry," said Ron. "But let's not worry too much about Jacquel. She'll find a way to get herself out of this situation. She always does."
Just then, a shadow was seen on the wall. The trio turned around and they gasped what they saw. Standing before them was a girl wearing a school uniform and a pair of leather black boots. She had long blond hair, sharp green eyes, and a face that could melt the paint off the walls.
She smiled at them in a cruel way, as if she knew she had won the race. "Who are you?" said Hermione.
"My name doesn't matter to scum like you," said the girl. "All I know is that you three have been nothing but trouble for the last few years, and I think it's time for one of you to go."
"Who are you and what have you done with Jacquel?" Harry snapped.
"Oh, I haven't done anything with her...yet," said the girl. "But I'm coming for you, Harry Potter."
"Why me?" said Harry. "What have I done to you?"
"You think you can pretend to be the hero while you're a sham, like you're too good to follow the rules and be like everyone else," said the girl. "Well, I have a place for people like you, who think they can do what they want to do and everybody else doesn't count."
"You can't do anything to him," yelled Ron. "He's Harry Potter, the boy who defeated the Dark Lord! You can't do anything to him! Professor Dumbledore will stop you!"
"Professor Dumbledore will do nothing," said the girl, "because I will take his favorite student from him!"
"You can't do that!" said Hermione as Hedwig, Harry's pet owl, flew onto Harry's shoulder. Little did they know that they were in the room with the magical mirror. If they did, this would be a different story.
"You just watch," said the girl as she pushed Harry into the mirror. Ron and Hermione could only watch in horror as Harry fell through the mirror, screaming as he fell. The strange girl also jumped into the mirror; as she did, the mirror became a large pile of dust.
When the dust settled, Ron and Hermione were staring at the blank space where Harry had once stood. They couldn't believe that Harry Potter was gone forever and they failed to stop the girl or save him. Worst of all, there was no way they could save Harry.
To make matters worse, Dumbledore came into the room, saying, "I thought I heard something strange in here. What happened?"
"You did," said Ron. "A strange girl showed up here and attacked us for no reason. Harry's gone."
"Gone, you say?" Dumbledore cried out in horror. "As in completely gone?" Ron and Hermione nodded. "How did *that* happen?"
"Some girl came in here and kidnapped Harry," said Hermione. "Then she broke the mirror so we can't go into the mirror and rescue him."
"I see," said Dumbledore. "Where is the mirror in question?"
Hermione pointed to the floor, where the remains of the mirror were. Dumbledore stared at the pile of dust for a long time. Ron and Hermione watched him, not knowing what he was going to do next. Would he at least try to repair the mirror and find Harry?
Dumbledore stood up and said, "We're going to repair that mirror and get our students back. It doesn't matter who took them or why they disappeared. Harry and Jacquel must be returned to us immediately!"
He swept away from the room with a stern warning to "not let anyone else know of this incident". Ron and Hermione knew that things were going to change since Harry Potter was no longer at Hogwarts...