"What the-" She groaned at the sound, her head pounding and slowly cracked open one eye. It was pitch black and she felt like she was in an enclosed space. 'Fucking fantastic' she thought to herself. 'You've done it again. One of these days you have to stop waking up in boxes injured and with no idea how you got there. Seriously this has to stop.' She was about to try to remember the last thing that happened when she heard footsteps approaching. 'Brilliant' she sighed. 'This is going to be another round of torture. Usually I have to break myself out unless someone has managed to capture me again.' The box she was in was ripped open and for a brief moment the sheer hilarity of the situation overwhelmed her - after all they had literally put her in a fucking casket - before she caught a glimpse of the person who was now looking at her with an alarmed expression. "Oh Merlin, what happened to you? Are you okay??" he asked. "Do I look like I'm okay?" she snapped and took no small amount of pleasure in the flush that took over his face. "I'm sorry" he said apologetically while twisting the hem of his shirt. "Don't worry" she sighed again. "What exactly happened anyway? And who are you?". He looked shocked at her question for a second. "Well... I was reading and suddenly there was a loud crack and then the box with you in it appeared" he stammered. "I'm Harry by the way. Harry Potter" She whipped her head around in shock at his words. "Harry Potter?" she exclaimed. "you have GOT to be kidding me! Seriously though, who are you really?" Confusion flashed through his eyes. "I told you. I'm Harry Potter. This is Hogwarts." Brain damage. That was the only explanation for this. She had to have hit her head because there was no way in hell that this was real. Yes, she had to be hallucinating. He even had the scar, she could see it now. She just had to stop panicking and wait for the hallucination to pass so she couldcould get herself to a hospital. He seemed to grow more concerned the longer she remained silent though. "Where is the next hospital?" she asked. "There is no hospital around here but I can take you to Madame Pomfrey, she's the school nurse" he offered. 'Madame Pomfrey' she thought bitterly. 'Right. When will this hallucination finally stop?' It was only when she saw the incredulous look on his face that she realized that she had said the last part out loud. "This is not a hallucination" he stated cautiously. "This is real. I am real. Here, tough my hand so you'll see that you're not hallucinating." She looked at the offered hand for a second before reaching for it - after all in all her hallucinations she had never been able to touch anything that wasn't real. But the moment her bruised hand touched his - actually touched his hand - she yanked it back and stared at him with wide eyes. "Oh fucking shit" she breathed. "Holy crap you're real. Oh god what utter clusterfuck have I gotten myself into this time?" He looked ready to bolt on her any second now and she tried to get herself under control. She would need his help. "I swear I'm not crazy" she said. "Well, not entirely crazy anyway. I'm Jo. And where I come from you're just a character in a book."