The girl woke with a gasp, her chest heaving as the dark presence of the god slowly dissipated. Immediately, she noticed something was off about her body, but she couldn't put his finger on it. So, sitting up, he had a look. The girl's eyes grew wide, she had been put in a much younger girl's body.
Wanting to distract herself from the situation, the girl had a look around. She was in a rather large bedroom with a window right next to the bed, through which, the bright sunlight illuminated the grand interior. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, only to fall flat on her face. She sucked in a breath of air and rubbed her nose, a dull pain was coursing through it. The girl turned on her back to see what had made her fall. Rolling up her left pant leg, she winced and looked away. It was thin as a wire, with a large knot just below the knee. Biting her lip, the girl pulled herself back onto the bed.
Depending on whether she was a witch, or not, she might be in an alright situation or one of the worst possible. At least she was born into a rather rich family, by the looks of it. She took a breath of air to prepare, before glancing around, and spotting a crutch. Leaning over she grabbed it and with its help, managed to stumble over to the door. Behind it was a large landing, with two staircases leading down to the entrance hall.
She slowly and carefully made her way downstairs, and was halfway towards the door, when a terrible headache assailed her. She let out a cry and fell, her head bouncing off the marble flooring. Stunned, she rolled over, touching the place of impact, her fingers came away bloody. She heard the double doors slam open and a pair of footsteps coming towards her. All she could see through her blurred vision was a tall, dark figure hunkering above her, a cry on his lips.
When she woke, Carina found herself back in her bedroom. She groaned and sat up, she had dreamed the girl's entire life, everything the original Carina knew, she now knew as well, and it was a lot, so much information crammed into her head within only a few… How long had she been asleep for? She turned to the window through which she could see the sun cresting the horizon. Closing her eyes she bathed her face in the warm light. She had to think. From what she knew, she was the adopted daughter of Kingsley Shacklebolt, giving her an advantage in not just information gathering but also inconspicuousness. She also knew that she had quite a few friends among wizarding society.
She was startled out of her thoughts when the door to her room suddenly creaked open. A loud squeak and a crack later nothing but an open door remained. Carina frowned, it must have been Binky, their house elf. He was a shy creature with long droopy ears and eyes covering almost his entire head. She quite liked him, he was always there when she, or more specifically Carina, needed help.
Just as Carina was about to return to her ponderings, she heard thunderous footsteps approaching her room, and turning, saw her father storm through the open door. He immediately rushed to her side, evidently worried, "Carina, are you alright?" he exclaimed, cupping her cheeks in his hands. She nodded and brushed her hand against his, "I'm more than alright father." A plethora of emotions crossed his face as he knelt before her, dark eyes meeting hazel. For a few minutes, they stayed that way, in silence, a courteous display of affection.
When they separated, Carina grabbed onto her father's hand. She opened her mouth to say something but paused, "I wish… I wish to go to Diagon Alley." Kingsley frowned and turned his gaze to the forest outside. "Alright, but only if you still feel well after I return from work this evening. Your Hogwarts letter has arrived in any case, so we'd have to go sooner or later." He then turned to Blinky, standing at the door, "I have to leave now or Scrimgeour'll hound me about it all week. You take care of her while I'm away alright?" Blinky nodded, and with that, her father disappeared down the corridor again.