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Prologue
She was half asleep on the couch when it happened. So, the first thing that Cece noticed was that the television was no longer on and that the room was suspiciously dark when it contained a computer and a backup alarm clock that should be giving some glow with its green digits. It was about that time that she realised that she was lying in a bed and that it certainly wasn't her own. For one thing, her bed was a lot bigger and didn't have red curtains.
Cece's first reaction was to pinch herself. And then she shook herself. When neither of these returned her to the couch, she got up off the bed. A crescent moon could be seen in the window and she absently recalled from her online astronomy class that it was at its first quarter. Shaking her head, Cece reminded herself that she wasn't sure if that was what phase the moon was at, let alone that she shouldn't be seeing it out of a window in a stone wall. She looked around and found that she was in a bedroom of some sort with five beds that looked identical to one another. A frown found its way onto her face and she pushed her bobbed hair out of her eyes. She opened the door and found…a short hallway. After a bit of snooping, Cece found that the hall had six other bedroom that looked exactly like the other except for their windows. Her frown deepened and she raked her hand through her hair as she tried to deny the fanciful thought that had come into her head. She found a set of stairs and followed them into a rather large room.
She shook her head, but now the fanciful thought didn't seem so far-fetched. The room she was in looked a lot like the Gryffindor common room that was shown in the Harry Potter movies. There were differences, she'd admit but she would have sworn that the room was the common room if not for the fact that she was well aware that the room didn't exist because Harry Potter was simply a character in a series of books and movies.
In fact, just a few nights before, she had watched part of Prisoner of Azkaban while she had waited for the washer to get done so she could put her clothes in the dryer. She had had school the next morning and sat with her laptop in her lap as she worked on a project for her literature class. Her mind at that time had been on her seven year old daughter and how she felt she wasn't spending enough time with her when she had to spend time working on her homework for her college classes or at work that she'd much rather spend with Maddie.
Cece pulled her head away from her usual problems to think over her current one. The obvious answer was that she had finally lost her mind. With this thought in mind, she went out what appeared to be the room's only real exit. Standing in a large hallway, Cece turned back to the room in time to find a portrait being swung over the opening. Her eyes widened when the woman inside the painting moved.
"Uh, could you direct me to the headmaster's office?" Cece blurted out.
"Would you be looking for me?"
She turned to find an old man with sparkling blue eyes and a long white beard in dark blue robes. "Professor Dumbledore. Cece murmured. He nodded and smiled kindly as her world suddenly went dark.