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-Chapter Two-
No I didn't...
'Ugh...wait a minute...I'm alive!' I opened my eyes, barely believing it.
I looked around the room. It almost looked like a hospital, except for the fact that there was a load more beds. Everything was white, only different things were in different shades. The place strangely reminded me of a castle; with its huge windows, stone-tiled floors, and candles lighting up the whole room in a ring of light.
I shifted to an upright position...or...uh...tried to. The problem was that whenever I even moved an inch, stabbing pains jolted my entire body. I groaned softly. Ouch.
I gave up after a few seconds and relaxed back into the surprisingly-soft cushion. Getting crushed by a train really tired the heck out of you.
"I'm glad you're finally awake; the professors here had been rather concerned that you wouldn't."
I looked towards the voice. An old man was sitting on a chair by the side of the bed. His beard was really, really long and his blue eyes were twinkling like mad.
"Oh, uh, hi," I smiled awkwardly.
"Hello, my name is Albus Dumbledore, I am the headmaster here at Hogwarts," he smiled kindly.
I froze, my eyes widened. I opened my mouth to try and say something, but ended up closing it again. My hands were shaking.
The old man frowned. "Are you feeling well?"
"No...Oh god no..." I gasped, looking around once more at the structure. I was in the infamous Hospital Wing. But that was impossible!
He got out of his chair. "I will get Madam Pomfrey,"
"You're a character from a book," I denied weakly, making him pause. "You're not real."
He was flabbergasted; both his eyebrows were raised. "Excuse me?"
I shook my head quickly, making myself a little dizzy. "No...This isn't real! This can't be real! You're not real! This place isn't real!"
"I can assure you that everything you see is real. I am real. And Hogwarts is very much real." He looked a tad bit confused.
"If you're actually here..." I trailed off. "Am I dead?"
"Not on my watch you're not," A brown-haired woman stomped into view, wearing what looked like a nurse outfit. "Now what is all this racket, headmaster?"
"It seems that she thinks we're not real and merely fiction," He explained as though I was a crazy person.
Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow before walking over; she begun to check around my head, probably looking for signs of concussion...or madness...
"I can prove it!" I exclaimed. "I swear! Ask me anything – I'll know it!"
"Poppy," he gestured for her to move aside before sending me a piercing look. "When I look into the mirror of Erised, what do I see?"
"Your family alive, well, and together," I answered at once.
He looked shocked, but tried to hide it. "My wand core, length and wood?"
I blinked, trying to recall... "15 inches, Elder wood, Thestral tail hair core – one of the things mentioned in the Deathly Hallows, it's said to be the most powerful wand," I paused before turning to Madam Pomfrey, listing off anything I knew about her to prove my sanity...well, what little sanity I had left. "You used to escort Remus Lupin to the Whomping Willow when he had his transformations; you treated a nasty green cut that Ronald Weasley had two years ago; you also treated Hermione Granger when she had transformed into a part cat, and was completely covered in fur. How would I know that when she begged you not to tell anyone? How would I know that if I wasn't in Hogwarts at the time?"
Madam Pomfrey jaw dropped. "My word how did you...?"
"I know this because I read about it! Trust me!" I explained frantically.
There was a long stare-down between me and Dumbledore. I tried not to blink, but it was really hard. But I couldn't blink! Wait...was that him searching through my mind? He should warn people first...people who were good, I mean. Eventually he sighed and turned towards Madam Pomfrey.
He talked in a low murmur; what he didn't know was that I could hear him. "Make sure she doesn't leave the hospital wing, I need to talk with the professors – see what they make of this."
Oh hell no! I am not staying here!
"You surely don't believe this, Albus?" She whispered back.
"Anything is possible, Poppy," he answered simply, before walking out of room.
Does that mean he believes me? Or thinks that I'm insane? Well, more insane than before...
Uh oh. I just realised; Dumbledore just asked the most overprotective woman I knew to keep me here no matter what, which means that she'll be more overprotective and more observant than she usually was.
This was going to be a hell of a day...