I opened my heavy eyes. They're really bleary. My head fells like a ton of bricks. I blink a couply of times to make the bleariness dissappear. It doesn't work.

"Here," a voice says as they hand me a bottle. I drink it without question for my mind is in a haze and I can't think properly.

I drink the medicine. It's absolutely disgusting, but what medicine isn't. Wow, it worked really fast. I can see clearly. There's some black-haried guy with a lightning shaped scar and bright green eyes and glasses in front of me and a tall, freckly, blue-eyed, red-haired guy standing behind him. They both look worried. The black-haired guy looks kind of cute, but doesn't look my type, the red-haired guy just looks awkward. Who are they? Do I have amnesia? Okay, name? Kathryn Astuto. Date? September 12, 1997. Hey, it's my birthday! I'm 18 now, very cool. Where was I last? Austin, Texas. What happened last? I was at school and I passed out from hyper-extending my knees thus cutting off the blood supply to my brain. I really need to stop doing that. Maybe third time's the charm. They must have taken me to a hospital.

The black-haired boy asks in a British accent, "Hermione? How do you feel?"

Hermione? Who's Hermione? I'm too distracted by this to realize that since he's foreign, it makes him hotter by default.

I answer, "I'm fine, but I'm not Hermione, you must've mistaken me for somebody else. I'm Kathryn Astuto."

They both look at me extra worried. The red-haired one calls for somebody named Madam Pomfrey.

This woman (I'm assuming is Madam Pomfrey) is wearing a nurse's uniform. Maybe she can help me out.

Madam Pomfrey tells me, also with a british accent (Where are all these British people coming from anyway? You really don't meet that many in Austin.), "I'm going to ask you a series of questions, and you just do your best to answer them, okay?"

"Okay," I reply.

She looks at me a little funny, I guess she's not used to the American accent. "What's your full name?"

"Kathryn Viola Astuto."

"Umm.. okay," she wrote stomething done in a notebook she was carrrying. "What's today's date?"

"September 12, 1997. It's my birthday today, I'm 18 now."

"Yes, that's right. Do you know where you are?"

"I'm assuming some hospital in Austin."

She blinks twice. "Austin, where?"

I sigh, they are too thorough with these tests, I know what state and country I'm in. "Austin, Texas, United States."

She writes something else in her notebook. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was doing a group activity in Calculus and I started to feel dizzy. I got up and asked the teacher if I could go get some water. She said, 'Yes.'. I walked towards the door and passed out. I think I hyper-extended my knees, which I've done before, for too long which cut off the blood flow to my brain thus making me pass out. This has happened to me twice before. Maybe after this time, I'll learn to stop doing that."

Madam Pomfrey wrote something down on her notebook. She turned to the two boys who watched me through that whole interview growing more worried after each thing I answered. "Frankly, I don't know what's wrong with her. The only thing she answered correctly was the date. It's not amnesia because she thinks she remembers things. If she had amnesia, she wouldn't be able to give me a name at all or answer any of the questions I answered for that matter."

"Hello," I call out. "I'm still here, and I can hear everything you're saying. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm perfectly fine. Now, where are my parents? I'd like to go home now. I left my car at the high school, so they'll have to drive me. I'm probably not in a condition in which I can drive, so one of them will have to pick up my car."

All three stared at me like I had two heads.

"What?" I ask, completely bewildered as to what's wrong with them.

"Listen," the raven-haired boy says. "We found you passed out near the dungeons. You're Hermione Jane Granger. You're birthday is September 19. You're in England. You're also a witch, so you wouldn't take Calculus."

I stare at him for a moment and then start cracking up. "Wow, you guys are funny. Which one of my friends put you up to this? I bet it was Sarah, she always does things like this. She really knows how to make you feel better."

"Hermione.." the red-head starts.

"I'm Kathryn," I cut in sharply.

"Sorry, Kathryn," he continues, emphasizing on the Kathryn. "But what we said was true. Look, here's your wand. Say, 'lumos' and it will light up."

I decide to humor him. I hold the stick and say, "Lumos."

Holy crap! It lit up. That's one cool magic trick. I tell them, "Nice magic trick, but I think you're going a little far. Voice activated lights aren't exactly new."

The raven-haired boy sighs. "Hermione..."

I grit my teeth. Is it so hard to remember Kathryn? I imagine it's a hell of a lot easier than Hermione? I think I used to know someone named Hermione a while ago. Oh well, that's for later. Time to correct him, "It's Kathryn."

"Right," he says. "Sorry. Say, 'Nox.' to turn the light off. Then, point the wand at your face and say, 'Aguamenti.'"

These people went to too much trouble for this. I mean really, what they did before was great. It was hilarious. Now, it's just annoying. I'll have to talk to Sarah about this. "Nox," I say and the light goes out. I point the wand towards my face and say knowing nothing will happen, "Aguamenti."

I scream as the cold water hits my face. It stops. I'm soaking wet. "That's not funny," I tell the chuckling boys. "All right, I'll go along with this. I'm a witch and I'm wet and I want to take a shower and get into real clothes. These hospital gowns are so itchy."

Both boys are very happy that I finally went along with their charade. I'm just doing this so I can get a nice, hot shower and some clothes that aren't itchy.

Madam Pomfrey tells me that there's a shower at the end of the hallway. She says that the boys will get me some clean clothes.

I step into the shower and enjoy the steam. After I get out, I dry off and then brush my hair. I dry it again with the towel and brush it again. I repeat this five times because if I don't, my hair looks like it has exploded. Then, when it's only damp, I brush my teeth and wash my face. I look in the mirror. I don't know why those people are mixing me up with this Hermione girl. I still look like me. My hair is mostly dry and I'm still waiting for the boys to bring me my clothes. I poke my head out the door. I see Madam Pomfrey.

"Hey!" I call out to her. "Have those two guys brought me some clothes yet?"

She looks up at me and suddenly realizes that I don't have my clothes yet. "Oh! Yes," she answers, obviously flustered. "Here you go."

She hands me a button down, white shirt, a plaid red and gold skirt, a gold and red striped tie, some white socks, black mary janes, undergarments (I'm not feeling too comfortable knowing those two guys were in my underwear drawer, hopefully they got a female friend to get everything) and a big black robe. Why is there a robe? Well, they were wearing the robes. But it is way too hot to wear that. I mean it's September meaning ninety degree weather (farenheit of course). Madam Pomfrey also tells me that the boys should be here soon, they just had to talk to the Headmistress. It sounds like I'm at a boarding school. For a dream, this is pretty cool. I think I'll just enjoy it.

I get dressed in the uniform (except the robe) it's way too hot for that. The clothes look very good on me. The shirt is not too loose like one would expect from a school uniform, and not too tight so it looks like the buttons are going to pop off. The skirt goes down to mid-thigh. Now I know why they have the robes, to cover up the girls. It would just be easier if they made the skirts a longer. But, whatever, it's my dream so apparently I wanted the skirt like that, I don't know why. It does look good though. I leave my hair down because today is a good hair day and my hair is straight from the repeated brushings. Somehow, I got the tie on. I didn't even know I knew how to tie a tie.

I step out of the bathroom and see the two boys from earlier. They're gaping at me and staring at me. They said they were friends of mine, but I'm not so sure now.

"Are you sure your my friends?" I ask them. "Because my guy friends don't usually oogle me on a daily basis."

This makes them pick up their jaws from the floor. Madam Pomfrey sees that I'm done in the bathroom and comes to talk to me.

"Alright, Hermione..." she starts.

"I'm Kathryn," I remind her. These people have problems with names.

"Oh right," she suddenly seems to remember. She thinks I have a memory problem, she might need to get herself checked out. "To help get you to remember who you really are, I'm going to have these two, your best friends, take you around on your daily routines, classes and such. Okay?"

"Sure," I respond. "But first, what are y'alls names?"

They both look at me incredulously. The red-head asks, "Did you just say y'all?"

"Yes," I respond. Honestly, these two have never been to Texas. I mean really. I don't even have a Texas accent being from Austin, it's just a mid-western accent. everyone from Indian over has the accent I have, well except for the very Southern areas excluding certain cities.

After getting over this fact, they say, starting with the guy with the scar on his head, "I'm Harry."

"And I'm Ron."

Ron is the red-head. Harry is hotter. Alliterations always help. "Okay," I say. "Now remember, I'm Kathryn, not Hermione. Now, since I don't know anything about being a witch or where we are, take me to the library. On the way, could you please explain what school this is and things about it.'

They both chuckle. Harry says, "Are you sure you're not Hermione?"

I roll my eyes and motion for them to take me to the library, the best place on Earth.

"Alright," Harry starts. "We're in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry."

Ron then continues, "There are four different Houses. We belong to Gryffindor, the bravest of the Houses. There is also Ravenclaw, the most intelligent, Slytherin, the cunning, they're also back-stabbing bastards, and Hufflpuff, the kind and just whoever else is left."

I interrupt here, "Are you sure I'm not in Ravenclaw? That seems a lot more like me. I'm not really into the whole courageous, 'I'll do anything including dying for my friends to save them." thing. I think I would risk my life for them, but I'm not positive."

They both look at me with eyebrows raised. Harry says, "You've risked your life for us multiple times and you're the brightest witch in the school. There aren't any students who are better than you are."

I reply, "I hate it when people are better than me, so take me to the library. I have a bit of reading to do."

They sigh and I hear Ron say, "I think this is Hermione, just confused."

As soon as I enter the library, I gasp. It's beautiful. There are so many books. This is the best dream ever.

I immediately head over to random sections and start grabbing tons of books. I need to find out all I can about this place, mostly because I don't know how long this dream is going to last. For all I know, I could be in a coma. When the two boys see how many books I have collected and put at a random table, their eyes widen.

"Um, Hermione?" Harry asks.

"I'm Kathryn. K-A-T-H-R-Y-N, Kathryn. It shouldn't be this hard to remember," I correct.

"Kathryn," Harry repeats and continues. "Do you mind if we leave and come and get you when it's time for lunch?"

"No," I answer. I would actually prefer to be alone when I read. Some people can be very annoying when you're trying to read, and these two look the type.

I'd been reading for three hours and had finished half of the books I had when a small girl came up to me. She looked about eleven.

"Hermione Granger?" she asked timidly.

"No, sorry," I replied. "I'm Kathryn Astuto."

She nods and runs off to somewhere else. I grab Hogwats: A History and start reading it.

After an hour I finish and Harry and Ron come to get me for lunch. Which is good because I'm starving. Now I know a lot about Hogwarts. "Do you know where I keep my schedule?"

I ask.

Harry answers, "I think it's in your book bag in the girls' dormitory but-"

I cut him off by completing his sentence, "Boys can't go in the girls' dormitory. I know. I just finished reading Hogwarts: A History. I really like that book. Have you two read it?"

The two boys sigh and shake their heads simulateously. I'd swear they were twins if they didn't look so different. We walk to the Great Hall. I don't know why I still have this robe. It's definitely too hot for it. Oh well, I'll just carry it around. I enter the Hall and everyone stares at me. I just ignore them and follow the two boys to the Gryffindor table.

"Blimey Hermione," says a brunette boy with an Irish accent. "You look really good."

"Thanks," I reply smiling. "But I'm Kathryn. Kathryn Astuto. What's your name?"

He looks really confused and answers nevously, "I'm Seamus. You should know this. Why do you think your Kathryn Astuto? And what's with the accent?"

Harry and Ron quickly explain. Ron adds on to the end, "Call her Kathryn, her temper is worse than Hermione's. She doesn't know who you are, but she knows a bunch of people who live in America."

A look of understanding crosses Seamus' face. I swear, these people do not realize I'm sitting right in front of him because after that he whispers discreetly (so he thinks) to Ron, "I bet if's from studying too much." These people are kind of bothering me with their stupidity. I quickly finish my lunch and tell the boys that I'm going back to the library. Everyone present rolls their eyes. What's wrong with going to the library? Whatever, it doesn't matter. I head to the library and quickly finish the books I have.

I'm tired of having this annoying robe with me. It's getting put in my dorm. Maybe there will be more books in my dorm. After reading Hogwarts: A History, I know where the Gryffindor Common Room is. I love books, they're so helpful.

I head up to the Fat Lady. "Password?" she asks.

Shit! I don't know the password. "Umm, Fairy Dust?" It was the first random thing that popped into my head. Apparently it was right. The portrait swings open and I head up to my dormitory. I see the stuff labeled to 'Hermione Granger'. Well, apparently, people think I'm her, so I'll use her stuff. I throw the robe on top of the bed that's right next to her stuff and I look through her trunk. She has books! Tons of books. I see her book bag and put all of her books in it except Hogwarts: A History for obvious reasons.

It looks really nice outside, the sun is shining, the birds are sining. Perfect reading condtions. I head out and pick a nice tree right out in front of the lake. The breeze feels really nice on my robe-less body. I grab the book on Ancient Runes, which is the most interesting subject I've looked at so far, and start reading.

Soon after, I hear a deep, sexy, male voice, "Move, Granger. This is my tree."