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Chapter Three, Hogwarts
I was floating in darkness. Is this death? I thought. I decided it hurt too much to be death. Suddenly voices broke through the quiet. "She is still asleep Mr. Potter," Mr. Potter? I thought. Like Harry Potter? "I will tell you when she wakes up." Said a woman's voice. Were they talking about me? I wondered. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a white room that had a lot of beds. A woman and some boys stood near the doors. "where am I?" I asked. The lady came over to me and said "Hogwarts. How did you get here?"
"Who are you?" I asked, deflecting the question.
The boys had followed her over. "She's Madame Pomferey," said a boy with shoulder length black hair and mischievious gray eyes, "and I'm Sirius Black. These are my friends, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. What's your name?" each of the boys gave a wave as their name was said. James was tall and thin with black hair that stuck up in every direction and hazel eyes. Peter was small and pudgy with pale blond hair and pale watery eyes. My eyes settled on Remus. He had brown hair and golden brown eyes. He was tall and thin and looked sick. There were dark shadows under his eyes.
"E-Elizabeth Gr-Griffiths." I stuttered, "I-I need to speak to Professor D-Dumbledore." I said, looking down.
"Mr. Potter, go tell the headmaster that our visitor is awake," said Madame Pomferey. James nodded and ran out of the hospital wing. Madame Pomferey started fussing over my bandages. I didn't stop her, my head spinning from what had happened to me. How did this happen? I thought. Suddenly I wondered, What am I supposed to say to Dumbledore? I sank back into my pillows as Madame Pomferey turned her attentions to Remus. The doors opened and I snapped out of my daze. The wizard coming towards me had long silver hair and a beard the same color that could easily have been tucked into his belt. He had sparkling blue eyes. I knew immediately that this must be Professor Dumbledore. He swept towards me and stopped by my bed.
" I see that you are awake miss…"said Dumbledore, pausing for my name.
"Griffiths. Elizabeth Griffiths," I filled in.
"Well Miss Griffiths, Mr. Potter tells me you wish to speak to me," Dumbledore said.
"Yes, preferably in private," I replied.
"Very well, if you will leave us Madame Pomferey, boys," Dumbledore told the others. They left looking curious; Madame Pomferey to her office and the boys presumably to their classes. Professor Dumbledore turned to me and said, "Now how did you arrive here, Miss Griffiths?"
"I-I'm not sure. Where I am from the wizarding world is fiction, a place from a series of books. I was walking home, and it was dark. I didn't pay attention when I crossed the street. The next thing I knew I was hit by a car and was waking up here," I explained, unsure of what exactly had happened myself.
"What is this series of books about?" asked Dumbledore.
"I-I can't tell you sir," I replied apologetically, "if I told you, or anyone, it could change what happens." Well, I learned that much from fan fictions at least, I thought to myself. I added, "Sir, where I come from there is no magic, as far as I know anyways, so…" I trailed off sheepishly.
"Do not worry," Dumbledore said, "you must be a witch or you would not be able to see all of this. Tomorrow we will sort you, and someone will take you to Diagon Alley to get your supplies. I need to know how old you are, so I can decide what year you will be in."
"Sixteen," I told him, "seventeen in February."
"You will be a seventh year then. I would suggest finding someone to help you catch up, but don't worry about that for now," Dumbledore told me.
"Thank you sir, I think I would like to get some rest now," I said with a small smile.
"Good night Miss Griffiths," Dumbledore said and left the hospital wing. I sank back into the pillows and closed my eyes, drifting to sleep almost immediately.
A/N: I apologize for the quality. this mostly written at two in the morning.
