A/N: So heres the third chapter! I'm so happy, because I have so many twists and turns to put futher along in the story! Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter titles and materials, J. K. Rowling does and she is one lucky person:) I Only own dear Mirabella. Enjoy

*Dream*

She couldn't move her body. It was as if she were made of cement. She couldn't bend her arms or even open her eyes. She heard noises all around her. She smelt rust and salt. It must of been blood. Most likely her blood. Why couldn't she feel her limbs. But almost as soon as she was going into a fit, she felt like a veil was lifted off of her. She felt herself fall on a hard surface. She could move her arms and legs, although it was rather painful. She was able to tell that all her fingers where broken. She lifted her droopy eyelids to see a wierd stone ceiling. She turned her aching head and saw the same grey stone covering two walls and the floor. She was able to guess it was like that on her right side too, but turned her head anways. Instead of stone, she saw eight pairs of black shoes. Two were booted heels and the other were mens dress shoes. One of the booted heel came foward which followed with one of the dress shoes. She didn't have the energy to look back up. All she felt was one of the boots ram into her ribs and the pair behind her kick at her tried to focus on small things. Like the feeling of the small silver braclet around her wrist, and the tight black skinny jeans on her legs. She finally looked up, but a strong green light blurred her vision and mind.

*Dream over*

She stirred and woke up with a throbing headache and a sweating sun beamed in from a window at the top of the room. She quickly looked around the room and saw a nicely folded pair of clothes and some water. She tryed to stand up, but wobbled, so she grabbed hold of a chair. On top of the clothing, there was a small folded piece of partchment. It said:

Please put on the robes and drink the glass of water, when you are done, knock on the door and Professor McGonagall will let you out. Im sure, my dear girl, you are very confused about your whereabouts. You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and will remain here till further due.

Sincerly, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

Witchcraft and wizardry, she thought to herself. Theres no such thing as magic, well, besides those small coin and card tricks magicians can do. She put the strange robes on and studied the logo on the black robe. It was in the shape of a shield, and had four corners. In the top left hand corner there was a yellow lion with a red backdrop, but in the right, there was a silver snake with a green backdrop. Just below the lion was what looked like a black badger, with a yellow backdrop, and across was a yellow bird, with a blue backdrop. In the middle of all of this was a black H, and at the bottom were the words: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.

She drank the water hastily, finally realizing how hungry she was. When was the last she'd eaten, she thought. Just remebering that she had to knock to get out of the small room, she walked up to the small door and studyed the deep clawmarks in it. Where had that come from? She ignored them and knocked three times and stood back. The bolts in the door clinked and a tall lady, rather severe-looking woman, with black hair drawn into a tight bun, stood in front of wore emerald green robes, a pointed hat, square spectacle, and had a very prim expression. She looked to be in her 70's. She had a very worried voice.

"Oh my," She said, while studing the girl," My name is Professor McGonagall, how are you feeling?"

The girl thought about how here body felt mangled and her throut hurt, She realy didnt want to talk at the current moment, but did anyways.

"Um, rather sore actually."

"What is your name?"

"I, I dont really know. I can't remeber."