Eden was a normal, albeit vulgar, girl. She didn't expect to have any strange, fantastical adventures, especially those involving magic and inter-dimensional travel. But, there she was, on the front lawn at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in an eleven year old body, on September 2nd, 1972.

-First Person, Eden-

I clutched at the sheets beneath me, scared out of my mind for absolutely no reason. Shadows flitted in and out of my sight under my eyelids. My eyes fluttered at the stimulation, but didn't open.

"How is our young guest?" A faint male voice reached my ears.

"She's doing infinitely better, Headmaster. In fact, I reckon she'll awaken soon." A female answered in a British accent. Strange.

I felt weary during this conversation, instinctively knowing that the subject was me. How? Don't ask, I have no idea.

I let out a small sigh, steeling myself. I had to wake up sometime. No time like the present.

I cracked my eyes open a little, letting them adjust to the low light. It took a few seconds, I admit. I opened them fully, taking in my surroundings. I was in an old-time hospital that reminded me of World War II nurses' movie, only darker. Well, it's probably because it was nighttime.

Then I saw the two participants in the earlier conversation. An elderly man and a middle-aged woman. Both were staring at me, the man, curious, the woman, surprised and concerned.

The man was the first to speak. "Hello, young lady. Would you care to explain how you came to be on the front lawn of my school?" He asked, not unkindly.

I blinked, unsure how to answer. After debating my response, I said, "I have no idea." Well, more like squeaked.

"You're sure, sweetie?" The woman piped up for the first time since I 'woke'.

I nodded slowly, fear evident in my eyes.

"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" The man asked.

"I remember falling off of a bridge," I supplied truthfully. "And landing in a puddle before passing out," I added as an afterthought. I mean, I can only assume, after hearing a splash after the fall.

"Mm," the man said thoughtfully.

"Amensia?" The woman questioned to no one in particular.

Nevertheless, the man answered. "I doubt it, Poppy." I noticed he didn't elaborate. "For now, I suggest we let our young guest rest, then investigate the matter. Until then,we shall enroll her into Hogwarts, if she's willing?" He looked down at me in a questioning manner. I nodded fervently. Might as well. "Good. You may refer to me as Professor Dumbledore. May I ask to what your name is?"

"Eden Falls," I answered hastily.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Falls. Now, I think some rest will do a world of good. I shall leave you to it." He smiled. Then he nodded and left.

"I should do the same. If you need me, I'll be in the other room, dear." Then I was all alone. All alone.