Charlie opened her brown eyes to find herself staring at a dark purple ceiling. She looked around and found that she was in a small comfy room with a fireplace on one side that was filled with a fire crackling merrily. The walls were the same color as the ceiling, dark purple that filled her with peace. She was laying on a particular comfortable canopy bed with light purple drapes. Despite the fact that she should have been in complete disarray, the room filled her with a sense of calm, almost as if the room was made for her desires.

Reluctantly, she rose from the comfort of the bed. That is when the panic came, but it was still dulled from the room. Had she been kidnapped? If so, then the kidnappers must have wanted her to be relaxed, which was an oddly suspicious prospect. She tried to remember what went on before she got here. Furrowing her brows, she remembered going asleep and then she had woken up to this colorful energy. Pinching her nose to try to remember the blurry mess of memories, charlie then remembered the discomfort of pressure all over her body. She shuddered just thinking about it.

All of a sudden there was a flash of white light filling the room. On reflex, she squeezed her eyes to block the blinding discomfort. Then as soon as it came, it was gone. When she opened her eyes she surveyed the room. On the carpeted floor, her case that contained her medium sized laptop was laying laying sideways on the floor alongside a note. At this point she was anxious and confused. Wanting answers, she strode forward and bent down to pick up the note that had looked neat, almost as if it was typed. It read:

Dear Charlie,

When the one that needs change the most is more open, show them the way. History can be changed if one just wishes it to change it in the past. One part of history has already been changed. When people ask "Who are you?" give them your real name. History will be recognized. Say you escaped Grindelwald and went into hiding. You were almost found so you decided to come to one of the safest magical schools. It is imperative that this must be said.

Believing in doing the impossible, is what makes it possible.

From,

An observer

"Grindelwald?!" she exclaimed to herself. Images and information popped into her mind, and she was left stunned, wanting to believe it, but not fully being able to.

She had only heard that word in her favorite book series Harry Potter. Then there was the part about magical schools. Surely she had to be imagining this? Charlie pinched her arm and the pain that she didn't expect to come, came. That left three possibilities. Someone kidnapped her and put her up to an elaborate scheme, she was hallucinating, or she was actually in the Harry Potter Universe.

Who was an Observer anyway? Her muddled mind went to creepy stalkers, and she her hair stood up at the thought. Though even though she had no idea who this person was or what his or her personality is, she meraclicy felt a sensation that the person who wrote this was not malevolent.

With her body feeling numb with shock and other emotions she was too overwhelmed to identify, Charlie put the note into her computer case. If she really was in her favorite books series, then she had to make sure no one found out about it. What better way than to hide it in, what she assumed to be, the Room Of Requirement. She should be able to find this place again.

There was another flash of white light, making Charlie squeeze her eyes shut. After the light dimmed she opened her eyes to find a medium sized trunk. Opening the trunk up, she found robes, muggle clothes and toiletries, different assortment of magical books, and other school supplies.

Taking a shuddering breath she sat down, near the appeared items and laptop. Charlie had her legs grossed and he bent over, he heading in her hands. A headache was starting to form from all this information being thrown at her. Everything she had believed to be only real in a book, was real. She remembered her eleventh birthday, hoping beyond hope for that letter to send her off to her dreams. She never told her father. He would not understand the desire of fiction, of the magic behind them, luring her into their depths of freedom. Charlie only saw her father with non-fiction and history books. She, however, never saw the appeal. Science could be interesting, but there was just something about waving a wand and firing spells that captated her.

Rubbing her eyes, she got out her windows eight laptop. Charlie knew muggle - non magical people - technology was not supposed to work inside hogwarts, so she wondered why this mysterious person brought this over. To her surprise, the laptop filled with light. Charlie signed in with her password, and she found it loaded instantly. She discovered her screen already displaying different YouTube and other website tabs, and she couldn't open any new ones or close the ones that were open. The tabs that were there, showed different videos about Harry Potter, and historical events. Charlie had watched all the Harry Potter videos before and new most of the historical events, however, she could not understand what these were for. Perhaps she had to show these to people in hogwarts and try to make them believe her? But then again, that would defeat the point of having a fake background. Shrugging it off, she decided to think upon that at a later point in time.

Getting up off the floor, she put on the robes that were provided. They were perfectly fitted to the shape of her body. Charlie put the laptop at the end of the room so she would find it easily again. She gathered up the trunk and stepped to the exit. She gripped the door knob tightly and turned.