And the second chapter of this story. Woohoo. Okay, yeah well... I'm not really happy with the writing and I think it'll change in the next chapters. I don't even know why I'm writing this way. I never do that.
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter - Lucky J.K
Slowly coming out of the dark, she notices that her head is throbbing. Looking around she sees that there are many beds in the room. "This kinda looks like a hospital room" she thinks.
It's a big spacious room with a huge window and a high ceiling. Outside of the window you can see mountains, a wide forest and a weird looking pitch. At each end of the pitch are three hoops. "Weird, I'd imagine a Quidditch pitch looks like that but that can't be possible. That would mean I'm in Hogwarts. Yes, I must be dreaming"
She can hear someone bustling around in another room, probably an office. Just as she thought that a woman comes out of a door with a tray in her hands, vials standing on it. She looks nice. A small woman with her hair in a pixie cut, maybe mid-fifties. She's wearing a dark red dress with a white apron.
"Great! You're awake. You know, you gave us quite a fright. The way you arrived and the state you were in. Took me some time to patch you up. Anyway, drink up. This will help" the woman says whilst uncorking a vial and shoving it in her hands. Sniffing at it – it could be dangerous you know- she drinks it. Immediately she notices a difference. The throbbing in her head goes away and the pain in her ribs too.
"Well, I'm Dotothea Hems the school matron and what's your name, dear?" the woman introduces herself.
"I'm Heather. Heather Brickston and where am I exactly?"
"In Hogwarts of course! Where else would you be?" Madame Hems asks "Professor Dumbledore will be here shortly. He wanted to talk to you one you wake up" she says, walking back towards her office.
Standing up, Heather goes over to the window. It's a beautiful day with no clouds, just sunshine. "This must be a sick joke or Steven really did it this time" Heather whispers to herself. At the edge of what she assumes must be the Forbidden Forest she sees a Hippogriff.
She hears the tall door at the other end of the wing open and is shocked by what she sees. There standing at the entrance is Albus Dumbledore but he's looking so much younger than she imagined
"Hello Professor Dumbledore" she says, enjoying his shocked expression.
Walking back over to her hospital bed she sits down on the edge of it. "Please sit down Professor" Heather says smiling
"Thank you my dear. Could you tell me your name?" Dumbledore asks Heather. "Of course. My name is Heather Marie Brickston, sir"
"Ah Miss Brickston, nice to meet you"
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking but… do you know how I got here?" she asks him, looking at everything but him
"I don't know my dear. But am I right to assume that you are not from our world?"
"Yes sir. I'm not from here. In my world you are a character in a book and magic doesn't exist" she tells him. "Are you sure of that, Heather, because this certainly seems magical to me. Tell me, which date is it?" Dumbledore asks with a twinkle in his eyes.
"That eyes can even twinkle. He really is like the books describe him" Heather thinks.
"It's April 13. 2015, is it not?"
"Strange, really strange…" Dumbledore mutters. "Sir?"
"Ah yes! I'm sorry dear. It's not April 13. 2015. Maybe in your world but not in this. It's August 22. 1953 and in a bit over a week the students will be back. We'll have to get everything sorted out for you. For now you'll be my godchild and we'll get your wand tomorrow" He says "Now sleep child, you need your rest. I'll get you in the morning" and with that Dumbledore left.
Heather sits in her bed and can't get herself to move after this. She'll get a wand! Whatever for? "I can't even use my wand" she says, slipping into a deep slumber.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter. I really do. Well, don't forget to review and I'll try to update as soon as I can.