I blinked open my eyes, finding myself staring at a white ceiling. My head felt a little fuzzy, and my right ankle was wrapped tightly in bandages, its pain reduced to a dull throb. I was laying down on a white bed with soft tan colored blankets covering me. I slowly sat up. There was a curtain wrapping around the bed I was in for privacy. I was dressed in a hospital gown as well. To my left was a small table with all my clothes on it. They looked washed as well as neatly folded. Considerate. Where was I? This place was too white for an Imperial run med-bay, but not run down enough for a Rebel hideout. A neutral party? Not uncommon, but on Tatooine it was. I swung my legs over to one side and swept the blankets off me. I tested my weight on my right ankle. Small needles of pain raced through it, but it was only sprained. Good. It won't slow me down too much; not like an actual break. I dressed in my newly washed clothes and laced up my combat boots that were at the end of my bed. They also were cleaned. This med-bay sure does have nice service. I pulled the curtain back and looked around. Beds lined both stone walls and natural light filtered in through the thick glass windows. It looked as if I was inside a castle. Weird. I limped carefully over to the opening arch to find an exit. The hallway was just as castle like and lined with flickering candles. A person turned the corner sharply and looked surprised that I was awake. She was dressed in a nurse's outfit, though the sleeves were long and the grown brushed the floor that she walked on.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, "Your awake!" Her accent wasn't like anything I've heard before.

"Yes... can you please tell me where I am?" I asked, feeling a little vulnerable without my practice saber.

"Oh well my dear, you are at Hogwarts! The great school of witchcraft and wizardry!"

"I blinked. "Umm okay? Where is that exactly?"

"Why in Great Britain of course!"

That cleared up nothing. "What planet?" Maybe if I could actually figure out at least the planet I can find the nearest space port and-

She looked concerned as she walked up to me and put a hand to my forehead. "Ummm, what are you doing?"

"Checking for a fever, asking what planet we are on? Silly, there is only one. Earth." She seemed to be trying to lighten the mood but her face was very concerned.

"Okay, just point me to the nearest space port and I'll..."

"A what?"

Uneasiness filled me. She was acting like she's never been off if her current planet before. If there were no space ports here, I was screwed. I didn't have a holocommunicator on me so I couldn't send out a distress signal. I've never even heard of a planet called Earth before. Plus, the atmosphere was different here. I didn't know what but something was majorly off.

"It is perhaps a side effect of using a broken vanishing cabinet." A new voice interjected. I turned to see another strangely dressed old man. He had floor length purple gown that had tiny gold hats covering it as well as a golden cord tied around his waist. On top of his head sat a purple wizard hat that was covered in gold stars. His completely white beard was only a foot off the ground. It swayed as he approached us with twinkling blue eyes and a wrinkled face from smiling too much. I reached into the Force to see if he was trustworthy or not; but the Force did not reply. I frowned. Well if it was up to me, I am not going to give any information to these weirdoes. "Madam Promfrey, I'll take it from here."

The lady nodded and said, "Of course Dumbledore." She swept back into the med-bay.

"Well." He clapped his hands together jovially, "Welcome to Hogwarts! The grand school of witchcraft and wizardry! My name is Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the simple caretaker of this school. I am impressed when you just happened to appear in a broken vanishing cabinet with nothing more than a broken ankle. But Madam Proffery fixed you right up." He smiled kindly at me. "I am curious however; as to what spell you used to get it to work?"

I stared blankly at him. "Spells? What do you mean?"

"Accidental magic? Very curious indeed. You look young. Tell me; how old are you?"

"Eleven."

"Ah. Well then; you are the perfect age to join our school as a first-year student! I insist! Our education is free to all who wish to learn the beautiful and intricate art of magic. Care to take my offer Ms...?"

I studied his face carefully. He seemed totally unconcerned of how and why I got here. I had questions myself, but he had to as well. Free teaching? He was trying to manipulate me into staying. Well, two can play that game. This was a weirdly perfect place to hide from the Empire as I thought over my choices. At the same time, I could investigate this place and try to find a way off the planet. Also...magic? Such a thing did not exist. Probably. I guess I would see.

"Skywalker. Leia Skywalker. And yes, I accept your offer." I smiled as innocently as possible. Manipulation is an art old man, and I was trained by the best Sith instructions in the galaxy. Bring. It. On.

"Excellent!" He seemed delighted at my agreement. "You will need to buy a wand. I will provide you your school uniform as well as any materials required for your classes. I will send them in a trunk to your room once you have been sorted into one of our brilliant four houses we have here! I will also give you an allowance to purchase your wand and magical pet. You are allowed to have either an owl, cat or toad. Any questions?"

"Where and how?"

"He chuckled, "Very good! I think you will make an excellent student. I will escort you to Diagon Alley for your wand and pet, and escort you back of course. The Hogwarts train is going to arrive with the rest of this year's students in a couple hours, so no time to waste!"

He then placed his hand gently on my shoulder and we were whisked away. It felt as though I was being pulled through a worm hole. Was he insane? Worm holes rip ships apart! But we came out a second later and I stumbled as we landed. He seemed perfectly fine.

"What the...?"

"Oh. No need for worrying! We just apparated. It's a form of wizard travel you will get to learn. Come along now."

He started walking briskly down the street in which we appeared in. Cobblestone lined the shops on either side of me as I followed Dumbledore. Plenty of witches and wizards were out and about, chatting and shopping alike. We pulled to a stop outside a shop called Ollivanders.

"I will wait here until after you receive your wand. Enter when you're ready!"

I walked right up to the front and pushed the rickety door open. It closed behind me hitting a bell that dinged into the still air. The small shop was dusty, enough to make me sneeze. There were shelves covering every available wall, and stacked with thin, long boxes. On the table sat a quill inside an ink bottle. A scroll was lying beside it with writing scratched into it. Boxes also littered the table and a few were open. I stepped forward for a closer look. They were delicately polished wooden sticks, some with designs engraved in them. So that is what a wand looks like.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Squeaked a voice next to me. Looking to my right as a very short wizard, looking excited.

"Uhhh, yeah." I said, unsure.

He clapped his hands together, "My name is Ollivander, the wandmaker. You must be Leia. Dumbledore told me that he would cover your fee. Special case."

I nodded. "Excellent!" He proclaimed, "I have just the thing for you to try." He began to hand me various wands, but the second my hand closed around it, he ripped it away, muttering. After several minutes, he took off to the back of the store before coming back with a new wand. He placed it in my hand and a sudden warmth glowed in my very core. A wind out of nowhere picked up around me as if I was the eye of a hurricane. Pretty red lights came flowing out of the wand tip, sparking like tiny fireworks. The effect ended as soon as it began, but it left me wanting more. I stared in amazement and let out a little laugh. I caused that, I don't know how, but I caused it. My fingers were still tingling with excitement. Ollivander clapped his hands together and exclaimed,

"Brilliant! Incredible! You clearly are a special case. That wand is rare indeed. I haven't found an owner for it since I created it 30 years ago. It is a white pine casing with a double core of thestral hair and stalactite. Six inches. I expect you to be very strong in any kind of practical magic!" He paused before placing a careful hand on my forearm and softly speaking, "Light or dark. Trend carefully child." He disappeared into the depths of the store before I could ask him what he meant.

The wand itself was incredible. It was pure soft white, with black colored engraved leaf pattern that tapered off as it went from hilt to tip. It was thin, yet strong. It seemed to have been created just for me. 'Light or dark. Tread carefully child.' The shopkeeper's words were like a warming, sending a small shiver down my spine. The wand seemingly purred in my hand begging to be used. Light or dark. In more ways than one, I must choose. But this choice will be mine and mine alone.