Let this be a warning to everyone out there with Psychosis. If you ever see a glowing, wormhole into another train station in a train station, with a red steamer train and tons of weirdly dressed people…DON'T….or you know what…Go ahead. I'm a story not a police officer.

My name Is Alice Reinart. I'm a 16 year old, emotionless, psychosick—(is that even a word. I don't want to say psychotic because I'm obviously not wearing a mask and waving a chainsaw around at people threatening to kill them)- teen that sees magical things like wormholes to other dimension train stations and dragons. Now If you're feeling sorry for me, don't. I hate that. I believe that just because I was born like this, doesn't mean I couldn't continue going about doing my thing, living normally like other normal, boring people in this boring world with dragons and other dimension train stations.

I was at King's Cross station with my parents. Well—I was actually lost and staring at the wormhole at the pillar of platform 8. I do that a lot…staring and getting lost. Probably why Mom and Dad don't let me go out that much. We were on a visit to Scotland, my grandmother from my Dad's side's birthplace. Dad is both half-French half-Scottish while Mom is your average New York and that's right, she likes the Mets and shouting at bad drivers while on traffic. That's how they met. Mom and dad.

Dad was a terrible driver and he just happened to crash into Mom's Prius. She shouted at him so loud that he treated her out to coffee where she shouted at him again in French (Not actually French. She said the F-word a lot), Dad then started mumbling something in French and then Mom gave him her number. The end.

Well enough about that, let me tell you about the story about the time I saw a family of red-heads, a couple of grown-ups and one kid with glasses run towards the wormhole and then into the train. They weren't the first. I saw several children ran there too. Almost all of them carried pet owls with them and dressed a little too funky for my taste. That jacket looked like it was in the 1800's. Everyone around me were either too busy with their phones, their crying children or the fact that there were almost an hour late for their job to even notice children and adults go through the wormhole. Or maybe it's just my psychosis acting all up.

I like doing this on my spare time. I was diagnosed when I was 13 and thus had been branded a psychopath once the entire school found out about it. Everyone was afraid to go near me which was fine with me because I didn't want to hang out with idiots anyways. Did I mention I was a genius? I'm really good with Science and Math and my favorite subject of all was Chemistry.

Mom and Dad rarely let me out of the house unless it was for school and were very serious about other people bullying me. Being Psychosick meant that I was suicidal. I don't know if that was true because I'm pretty sure I'm too lazy to find a rope and tie it into a knot and hang it on the ceiling. I have trouble tying my shoes , much less a knot. And well, There are other ways for suicide that's why mom and dad were careful not let me near knives or pointy objects or bathroom chemicals.

I don't think I want to die though. I'm not depressed in any way. I just see things that aren't there and hear voices I'm not supposed to hear. I mention it to my therapist(—well I call her my therapist because It sounds way cooler than calling her my mental health doctor—)the things that I've been seeing. She told me that it was best to channel it through writing or drawing which was a terrible idea because I hated writing and the only perfect thing that I've been able to draw was a stick man figure. Sure I tried drawing dragons and buildings that weren't supposed to exist but in the end they all looked like blobs.

I continued staring at the train. It seemed very curious. I've never really entered the mysterious buildings that I've seen all over New York and the Grand Canyon one time, but I feel like I should really enter the wormhole. And so I did. It was easy and felt so real. I could see my parents running around the platform, looking all ragged and worried, shouting my name. I raised my hand and waved it.

"I'm here!" but they didn't hear me. Another strange thing. Either they were suddenly blind or I accidentally entered another dimension. They drew neared towards me and still they couldn't see me. I had to step out. But my legs didn't obey me. I was curious. I wanted to know why. I had the feeling that this was all real.

I needed answers, "Sorry mom, and dad. I'll be back…sort of…" I whispered to myself. The train tooted loudly. It was a red steam train (seriously? What is this? the 18th century) and then raced towards the moving train. I was just in time to grab onto one of the railings and flung myself inside.

"ALL ABOARD THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS" someone yelled.

My eyes were wide, my heart was beating faster than the time I dropped my laptop. I whispered, half-scared, half-wondered, "What have I gotten myself in to?"

I walked around the train a bit. It felt cozy on the inside. Everywhere I saw teens socializing, minding their own business and carrying sticks with them. It wasn't my first time seeing people carrying sticks before. At first I thought they were just weird or they had a strange fascination for wood then again they started shouting Latin at random things.

There was a scream up ahead. I decided that I should at least enter a compartment because sooner or later someone is going to ask why I'm doing here and I wouldn't be able to lie properly. So I picked an empty compartment and looked at the moving scenery.

I was a bit overwhelmed though. I know that I really shouldn't be doing this. My parents were worried and I had no idea how to get home but I needed answers and everything looked so real. The teens looked so real. Some part of me just sort of wished that I didn't have Psychosis and that I was normal and fit for a…above-average society.

The compartment door then opened as I was staring into the window. I looked over and saw two 11 year olds, blinking in a confused manner at me.

One seemed to tremble. Probably intimidated. Marge—my therapist tells me that I have pretty scary face sometimes and that I should smile more.

"Can we sit here?" he said. His voice was shaking.

"Sure. Why not," I said in my usual monotone voice.

The other one smiled and made himself comfortable across me. The second one was still shaking slightly as he sat beside the former.

"Your accent is strange," said the first kid, male, blonde, blue eyes and smile that was befitting for a morning person.

"I'm American," I simply said.

"I didn't know Hogwarts took exchange students from America?"

Hogwarts. Strange name. I thought that was a plant. So Hogwarts was a school. A boarding school in fact.

"Well, now they do," I lied. People say I'm a pretty good liar. Well, if I talk to people that is.

"Is this your first year then?"

"You could say that,"

The blonde smiled brightly, "It's our first year too. I've been waiting all my life for my acceptance letter. Well except for Andrew, he's a muggleborn so it's his first time,"

Andrew, the shaky kid, brown-haired, mousy face, the kind of kid that was a usual target for bullies. He nodded quickly, refusing any eye contact with me.

"My mom's a muggleborn, dad is a half-blood, so It wasn't a shock to me when I learned about magic. I'm Marcus by the way, Marcus Bane, please to meet you,"

"April," I said.

"Are you a pureblood, April. You look like one?"

What is this? I have a vague idea of what this is but I was more surprised when he mentioned the word magic. My brain was on running. Processing everything. Gears turning. Like someone just fast-forwarded a tape.

My mouth hung open. I needed to say something. I decided to say, "Half-blood," not technically a lie. I needed to find out more. I've always been into Science but all the strange things I saw could have just been magic. How else would you explain all the dragons flying up in the sky, fairies in my backyard and mermaids in the ocean?

"So, Andrew, tell me your experience about your first time," I said, trying to sound sincere as I could which probably didn't work because I saw the fear in the kid's eyes and he trembled his lip. I have that effect on kids sometimes. I don't know why. Probably because of my eyes. They're icy gray that held no emotion and pair that up with my emotionless face is sure bound to scare some poor kid in the street or the park.

"Well….I was…I always..knew that…A bully…Josh Spikewood tried threw me in the trashcan once and I was shocked to find out that I was at home, safe, with my bed. Then a few weeks later, a kind old lady brought me my letter. Said I was a wizard and everything. Mom and Dad didn't believe at first then…Professor McGonagall…that's her name…she transfigured the table into a pig...," he stuttered a lot but then let out a slight smile, "Mom fainted…it was a bit funny then we went to Diagon Alley to shop for supplies and then…."

"Okay. That's enough," I said. It was supposed to come out as gentle but instead made me sound bossy. Andrew was about to cry.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scold you,"

He still trembled. I sighed heavily.

"I've never been to Hogwarts before…so Marcus, will it be fine that you enlightened me," I gave off a slight, gentle smile which turned out well this time. Last time I smiled, I scared a bunch of pre-schoolers. He didn't look weirded out and instead babbled quickly about Hogwarts History. He said that were four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin…which I though was superlame, "My mom and Dad were at Ravenclaw so they expect that I'd be there. Anything's better I guess as long as you're not in Slytherin,"

"What wrong with Slytherin?" I asked. Even Andrew looked bewildered.

"It's where all the Dark Wizards are. He-who-must-not-be-named was there. And they're also pureblood supremacist who thinks they are better than everyone else,"

"Bullies," Andrew whispered.

Dark Wizards. Some guy that should not be named. What did I get myself in to? Am I asleep or am I still hallucinating. I wish that I wasn't though. Or maybe I should. GAH! I don't know what is real or not anymore.

I continued listening to him babble about useless stuff like Quidditch (I had no idea what that was) I needed to get out. I can't stand talkative kids.

"Sorry, I need to go to the washroom," I lied again.

"Wait. Where is your trunk?" Marcus asked.

"Mix-up," I said, "Happens all the time,"

And then I left, trying to find another empty compartment which was failing so I just stood there in the hallways for a moment, checked my phone only to find out that it wasn't working. I scowled. Now how am I supposed to ignore people without my music?

Great. I tried to find a compartment with teens that were sleeping and went inside. No one to disturb me with my jumbled off thoughts.

The train tooted once again and I followed a group my age. They hardly noticed me which was good news. They finally stopped. There were carriages everywhere that were pulled by invisible horses apparently. This was just getting stranger and stranger. I climbed inside one carriage along with other 16 year olds.

"Umm…who is pulling the carriages?" I asked to one of them.

They looked at me like I just grew two heads, "Are you new? Your accent is strange," said a girl wearing blue rimmed robes.

"Transfer student from America," I lied casually. The carriage began moving. I kept my face composed and my mind steady trying not to scream.

"Is that why you're not wearing the uniform?"

"My luggage got into a mix up,"

"Well not to worry," said another, male this time, he was wearing a red necktie, "I'm sure Dumbledore will sort it all out,"

I didn't know who Dumbledore was but I'm pretty sure that he's the principal.

"You're going to love it at Hogwarts," the first girl said.

I smirked, "yes. I'm sure I'll get all the answers,"

We reached a tall, wide gate that belonged to a huge castle.

"Whoa," I said.

"That's not the half of it. Wait till you get inside,"

They told me their names which I've forgotten up to this point.

"April," I introduced. They waited for me to say my last name, "Reinart,"

Inside, I was probably gaping like a little child at Disney World but then one of the teens that accompanied me told me that I wasn't showing so much, 'wonder'. Well, probably because I prefer my buildings air-conditioned with electricity instead of floating candles and ghosts! It wasn't my first time seeing a ghost though sometimes I see them outside those mysterious 15th century buildings that shouldn't really exist in Times Square, New York. I never really found them scary. More funny instead. Hey, I watch tons of Horror movies and these ghosts looked nothing like Samara from the Ring.

The big oak doors leading the great Hall swung opened and I immediately saw a room with no ceiling and floating candles that made me question, wouldn't the hot wax drip on us. There were 5 tables all in all. 4 were facing the one table—I assume was the teacher's table. Each table was under a banner with different colors: Red, blue, yellow, and green. Everyone was dressed like they were in a fantasy Movie…and…wait minute. Is that Gandalf?!

Our eyes met and he looked confused all of the sudden. I remained at the doorway ignoring the small 11 year olds pass by me, looking more confused and wondered than I was while the people that accompanied me already sat on their respective tables.

He whispered to the ear of a green robed old lady wearing spectacles. Her eyebrows raised and then we made eye contact. She arose from her seat and made her way unnoticeably towards me in this sea of students.

"Come with me," she said firmly.

She looked quite stern. Kind of like the female, old principal you have on high schools I have a feeling that she would be even scarier if she wore a pantsuit. She walked past me and I slowly followed her in a large room I assume was her office.

"Take a seat, Miss…"

"April Reinart," I said in monotone.

She sat across me and said "My name is Minerva McGonagall. Well, this is all very strange Miss Reinart. I do not believe you are a student here,"

I didn't answer her for a while. My mind was still processing everything that I just saw right now, "I'm not," I said. There was that look on her face that was sort of a mix of what-on-earth-is-wrong-with-this-chil d and you-better-explain-why-you're-here-right-now-or-I'll-give-you-amonth's-worth-detention look.

She frowned and said, "Can you explain to me how you got here?"

"By the train," I simply said.

"And how did you get in the train?" she asked softly.

"Through the doors,"

Her eye twitched and I had the feeling that she wasn't satisfied by my answers.

"Miss Reinart. Let me be perfectly clear that you are not supposed to be here, much less go through the barrier. I want to know how you got passed our defenses," she began tapping her fingers on her desk. I noticed a ring-shaped band on her finger.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, "What barrier?"

"How did you get pass through the pillar at King's Cross Station, platform 9, Miss Reinart," McGonagall said sharply this time.

"There was no pillar, Mrs. McGonagall," I said calmly. It was the truth.

"I am not married Miss Reinart," she corrected.

"Oh, so you're widowed then,"

Her eyes widened, "How did you know that?"

"Lucky guess," I pointed at her right hand, the one that she was still tapping, "Tan-line,"

She sighed and shook her head, "That matter's not. I want you to tell me how you got here. As far as I'm concerned I still don't have my answer,"

"Like I said. I saw no barrier," I said.

"Then what did you saw?"

I shrugged and looked at the large bird beside her desk, "I don't know if you would believe me or not but seeing as how I'm not sure whether I believe myself even, I guess it really doesn't matter. I saw a wormhole, Miss McGonagall. A wormhole like opening and on the other side was a red steam train,"

"A wormhole?" she looked confused.

I nodded, "That's what I saw. I do that sometimes. See things that I'm not supposed to see. I was diagnosed with Psychosis you see," she looked confused again. McGonagall probably had no idea what Psychosis was, "its normal for me,"

"And what are these things that you see, Miss Reinart?"

"All sorts of things. Dragons for example," this felt like blast from a past, from the first time I explained to Marge what I saw from time to time only this time, I had the feeling that McGonagall was going to believe me and not diagnose me with a mental disorder, "Old Buildings that shouldn't exist, mermaids sometimes, fairies and I could hear things…most of them are in Latin some Greek…sometimes Arabic or Hebrew and I could see the ghosts that you all have here sometimes I could even see creatures; black, torn table cloths that have hoods and nasty eyes—" McGonagall then cut me off with a wave of her hand. The expression on her face was a mixture of confusion and astonishment.

"How long have you been seeing this?" she asked me slowly like I was a 5 year old.

"Ever since I could remember," I said.

She stifled a slight gasp then coughed, "And the train. Why did you decided to enter,"

"Curiosity," I said, "I needed answers. Where Am I exactly Miss McGonagall? What Is Hogwarts and who are you people, really. Does magic really exist?" that was a lot of questions and I was almost tempted to ask why she thought that having old-fashioned spectacles from the early 1900's would be a good fashion statement.

She sighed heavily and hesitated to answer me. Finally she began to explain, "You are in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it's a magic school, Miss Reinart and yes, that answers that question that magic exist and it is possible that everything that you've seen up till now was caused by magic,"

"So I'm not hallucinating right now,"

She shook her head.

"And this is all real,"

"Very,"

I suddenly felt lighter. Like all the worries and burdens the doubts and the accusations have all disappeared from my body. Today. I know that I, April Reinart, does not have Psychosis and is a perfectly normal teen (well, sort of) that just sees things like psychics do.

"Thank you," I let out a slight smile, "That was very enlightening. It's good to know that I don't have a mental disorder. I probably have a personality disorder though; Schizoid or Aspergers maybe but I don't really mind those sorts of things. Better than being labeled as a Schizophrenic and a Psychopath," I seem to be talking more to myself than Ms. McGonagall.

She sighed to herself again, "You're most Welcome, Miss Reinart," She raised her stick right at me. "But I am afraid that you will not remember this all in the morning,"

"What?" I said, perplexed.

"Obliviate"

I blinked. Nothing happened.

"Umm…excuse me, what was that supposed to do?" I asked her. I had the feeling that she just tried to erase my mind and it didn't work.

She appeared confused as ever and pointed the wand at my face again, twisting it and said the incantation, "Obliviate,"

Again nothing happened.

I blinked again. I certainly felt something. It was warm and cold at the same time. Like getting wrapped in a blanket while the being in front of the air-conditioning.

"This never happened before," she uttered. Not knowing what to do. Ms. McGonagll told me to sit and wait. She waved her stick and suddenly a plate filled with dinner and some dessert was right in front of me. 'Woah!" I breathed.

"Eat for a while, Miss Reinart while I go and talk to the headmaster," She said, giving me a stern yet confused look before bolting away out of the office with her robes billowing.

I slowly at the food in front of me and by the time I was done, McGonagall called me. I approached her and met an old, tall man, long sliver hair and beard, spectacles and he was dressed in the oddest assortment of robes, both purple and blue with a pointy hat on his head and I'm pretty sure this was Gandlaf would dress like if he was into colors. Or if he was gay.

"Good Evening, Miss Reinart. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please, follow me to my office,"

I looked at McGonagall and she glared to me to do what Ganda—I mean Dumbledore says. I followed him until we reached a larges stone door with a gargoyle up top.

"Lemmon Sherbet," he said and the door suddenly opened revealing a spiraling staircase that led to a large office filled with and odd assortment of things that would usually be found in Disney land or a geek's fantasy videogame cosplay store.

"Please sit, Miss Reinart.," I did as he told me and started at the orange bird that squawking, "Excuse Fawkes, I believed that it's almost his time,"

"That's a phoenix," I said, "I've seen them before during the time when I was on the trip to the Grand Canyon"

Dumbledore sat across me on his large chair and began speaking in a calm and gently voice that oddly reminded me of Professor X from X-men, "Miss Reinart, I take it that Professor McGonagall has explained to you about this school,"

I nodded, "She told me that magic exist,"

"And how do you feel about that,"

If I wasn't so emotionless, I would probably be laughing so hard and fall off my seat right now but instead I let out a slight smile. This really felt like one of my sessions with Marge.

"Surprisingly happy," I said.

"Yes…Minerva informed me about your condition, psychosis I imagine it is a mental disorder,"

I nodded again.

He closed his eyes for a moment and then raised his wand, "You see, Miss Reinart, The spell Obliviate was supposed to erase your memories about this encounter. But it didn't happen. Now why is that?"

I shrugged, "I honestly have no idea about it Ganda—I mean, Dumbledore,"

He smiled kindly, "Do you mind if I cast a simple levitation charm on you, Miss Reinart. I just want to confirm my suspicions,"

"Would it hurt me in any way?" I asked, a little bit exited to fly a bit.

He shook his head, "Not at all. I think it would be most likely…fun,"

He said a Latin incantation that translated to Levitate Corpse.

I waited for that Peter Pan flying sensation that I dreamt one time when I was 11. But nothing happened. Not even the hairs on my pretty copper head flew.

"Fascinating. Truly this is the first time I've seen something like this before,"

"Something like what?" I asked.

"Miss, Reinart. In this world of ours, you are known as a muggle, that is to say a person with no magical ability," I thought that mean someone who was addicted to marijuana, "Wizards and witches, people like me, Miss Reinart, are able to cast magic but are still able to be affected with spells and potions but you appear to be immune."

"Is that a good thing?"

"I suppose it is," he said.

"So can I go home now? My parents are bound to be worried for my safety," I said, "I got what I came here for,"

Dumbledore smiled again, "Miss Reinhar—"

"April. You can call me April," Miss Reinart was honestly too formal for my taste.

"—April. I would like to propose an offer. If you wish to stay here at Hogwarts, I will give you permission and as well as tell your parents about this condition of yours that you are not in any way possess some mental disability," his voice was awfully convincing but I had doubts and it hardly made any sense.
"Why would I want to go here? I'm not a wizard," I said squinting my eyes, feeling oddly suspicious.

"But you are immune to magic, April. You're presence here could be something like a new experience for Hogwarts," he sighed inaudibly, "Witches and Wizards think that they're better than muggles but we are not so different from them. We have prejudices, April and I would like to teach my students what it would be like to have a muggle in Hogwarts. I've wanted to implement a program like this for years but I was afraid for the safety of the muggle. I believe that he or she would only be in danger from the spells and potions,"

I thought about it. I had no interest whatsoever in going to school here much less living in a place with no air-conditioning or T.V. and Wifi. Man the Wifi! I have 1000 followers of my tumblr page. I can't just ignore them. Magic was amazing but I was a realist and I know that I was never going to have magic nor would it be used for my advantage. All I wanted was for my parents to know about this secret world so that they would believe that I didn't have a mental disorder and thus would stop treating me as if I was a fragile Chinese doll.

"I will respect your decision, whatever it may be, April," Dumbledore said. There was an implied pleading tone in his voice.

I wanted to say no. But then again…

"Does the government know about the magic world?" I asked.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes. The Prime Minister knows of our existence only and some higher officials,"

But they don't know the whole thing. The politics, the culture and the economy I bet. I could use that to my advantage. I've always wanted to try spying.

Slowly, I nodded, "Alright, Mr. Dumbledore. I'll go here,"

"What made you agree, April," he asked. I noticed that he had a mixed look of amusement and frustration on his face. But when I looked into his eyes they were kind and wise.

"Curiosity," I said and slightly smiled.

The truth was I had no idea what I was getting in to.

AN: Hope everyone enjoyed this. R and R and please if you have any ideas or suggestion for the story, I would appreciate it wholly as I have little idea on how to continue this.