The first thing I realise when I open my eyes is that… Actually, I'm standing in the middle of nowhere. Nothing surrounds me. No sounds or smells, just whiteness that hurts my eyes.

Where am I?

Am I dead?

No, I would remember that.

I look at my arms. There are several cuts on it which I can't remember where I got. There's no way I hurt myself. Maybe someone else did. But I'm fine. Or… am I? I have no idea.

As I'm observing my wounds – some of them bleeding – I look around. Maybe someone can help me clean my cuts and then tell me what happened. Or, well, I'd rather no one saw my arms.

I narrow my eyes a bit and start going in a direction. Any direction. Actually, there are none, as it seems. After a few steps, I notice something more of a colour in the distance. I keep going towards it and reach it surprisingly soon. It's a door.

I hesitate for a moment – it may be a trap. But after all, there's nothing else here. I must go through it.

With a brave move I press the handle.

I'm in Hogwarts. Precisely, in the girls' dormitory. Oh, how I've longed to return to this place in these past few months! The place where I felt most at home.

Everyone's quiet. Looking out the window I see darkness – it must be night time. But as I glance at the beds, I see no one sleeping in them.

Where's Ginny? She must know what's going on.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Ginny asks me in a tired voice. How…? I'm completely sure she wasn't there a second ago.

"I..."

I try to gather my thoughts.

There must be a logical explanation. I'm probably dreaming. But… It feels much more intense than that. I can usually distinguish a dream from reality.

"Just turn the lights off," she says and continues sleeping. I didn't even realise they were on. Actually, as I think about turning them off, they do it by themselves. I turn around to see who did that to thank them but nobody's there.

It's a shame I can't bother Ginny with my questions, because I have so many. But I suppose I should relax as well. I lie down in my bed and close my eyes, but then I quickly open them again – I forgot to cover my arms while I was talking to her. Did she realise my cuts? Probably she was too sleepy for that.

I sit up and pull a cardigan out from my bedside table. I can't even recall putting it in there but I'm happy for the find. As I wrap it around myself, I notice that my cuts have disappeared. Great but very strange. Everything is weird here.

I wonder if other people here feel the same. Ginny didn't seem worried in any way. It may be just a silhouette of her in a dreamlike world but… I feel like she's kind of herself, still.

"Hey," I whisper as I turn towards her bed. "I'm not feeling too good… Could we talk a bit?"

She makes a groaning noise and nods.

"Sorry Ginny, but something seems really off to me. I… I don't know, I may be going crazy."

"What's wrong?" she asks, apparently more vigilant.

Can I trust her?

"Erm... How did I spend today?"

"Why do you ask me that?"

"Did we not meet? Who should I ask then?" I look at her confused.

"Not me." Maybe it isn't actually Ginny, after all.

"Alright. But who?"

She simply gives me a cautionary look and then goes back to sleep. I call her name a few more times but she doesn't answer.

I awake to a totally different ambience. Well, I'm practically startled. It feels like I'm wandering outside of my body, watching myself from a distance, then suddenly rush forth and pop into the place I physically am.

"Miss Granger," a gloomy voice echoes in the classroom.

I open my mouth to answer, but then I realise it would be a terrible mistake.

"I would appreciate you not daydreaming during my lesson. Pay. Attention," he forms the words carefully, leaning closer to me. "Mr Weasley is giving you disgustingly eager looks, so the same applies to him."

I turn to the boy sitting near me.

"Is that true, Ron?!"

"I… You know…"

"Stop staring at me, please. We've discussed this."

"Discussed what?"

Merlin, why did I say that. I've been meaning to tell him about how I can't requite his feelings, but I never could bring myself to tell him. I was afraid of losing his friendship. But I've been trying my best to give him signs…

"50 points from Gryffindor. And detention for Granger on Friday evening."

At least after the awful Potions lesson I know more about this world I am in now. It seems that I can hardly control my words. Also, everything feels so focused on me. Perhaps I was unobservant to my surroundings (Snape and Ron distracted me, after all), but I didn't see anyone else in the room.

"What day is it?" I ask the girl walking next to me, who happens to be Luna.

"What day do you think it is?"

"I have no idea."

"I know you do," she encourages me.

"No, I really don't. I'm… exhausted, to be honest. Could you help me out?"

"It doesn't matter what day it is."

I accidentally bump into someone. Someone I've never seen and somehow don't even really see now, if that's possible.

I turn back to Luna, but she's disappeared into thin air.