This chapter was co-written by my official Serena Advisor, Serena. Enjoy!

I looked around in awestruck wonder at what could be no other place but "freaking Hogwarts," as my friend had so eloquently put it.

"DUDE," Serena exclaimed, "we should, like, go there and meet all the other dudes! What's the time?"

I checked my watch. "Well, it's gotta be close to midnight. Just kidding. It's like noon."

"Well come on!" She yanked my arm towards the large building. On the way in, who should our eyes behold, but Albus Dumbledore with a red beard.

"Eureka!" I cried. "We're in the forties, 'cause Dumbledore's not gone grey yet." Dumbledore gave me a surprised look.

"I go grey in the future?" he said. He shocked us by continuing with, "Oh, yes, I know you're from the future. The fan fiction gods have made me aware of your presence. Come, you need to be sorted.

Me and Serena shared a look, and then both at once uttered a drawn out, "Dude." Serena looked thoughtful.

"What?" I asked.

"It's just… isn't that when that Tom Riddle, a.k.a. future HITLER OF THE WIZARD WORLD lived?"

"Uhm… yes. Yes it is." We shared another look, this one of weirded-out-ness. "Well, what're we gonna do?"

"I don't know! Why would I know! I guess… stay alive?"

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Wait…." She looked thoughtful again. Twice in one day? This was beginning to get scary. "Didn't we die to get here?" We shared another look, then burst out laughing.

"Come on, girls," Dumbledore called back to us, already ten feet ahead. "It's time to go to sorting." YAY!