Chap 4

A/N ok sorry if this will bug you but in parts of my story I'll go from her point of view to if it were me who where telling it like a fairy tale and from my point of view. Hope u don't mind cus I do that sometimes.

Although unconcious, so she thought, she could hear voices questioning and answering. They sounded very far away, but easily heard. She recognized Ron and Harry's voices, and the rest were a mystery. It was obviously morning. The sunlight appeared red and orange from through her eyelids. They seemed especially heavy compared to every other morning when her body refused to arouse. Another voice was deep and soothing, making a sigh every once and a while. It was a man, breathing his words. It seemed oddly familiar. There were two others. A lady, seeming awfully worried and busy, and a young girl around her own age who didn't seem as optimistic as you would think. She was very scolding to the boys.

Unknowingly, Crimson started to mutter about strange things such as peanut butter sandwiches and toilets.

"Listen, she's saying something." Said the girl, hushing everyone down. Crimson could hear feet shuffling over towards her, and was wondering why they were around her when she wasn't saying anything at all. (She was, if u weren't paying attention earlier.)

"Golf balls? What the heck would she want with golf balls?" Ron was confused, like he is most of the time. No one in the room could understand what it was that she was trying to explain. They knew nothing of what had happened on the outskirts of the Hogwarts castle on yesterday's evening with the incident of the portkey. Crimson was suddenly aware of the searing pain coming from the hard bump on the back of her head.

"Ouch!" Crimson sat upright, one hand on the lump. This took the audience by surprise, except for Professor Dumbledore, the wise person he is. Many experiences in the past had made him almost all knowing and understanding. He stood there, with his usual grin. The rest had scooted back, giving her some room, then crowded back around her with wide eyes, inspecting her appearance. Eyelids losing most of its weight, she opened them slowly, blinking vigorously.

She found herself on a comfortable white bed with thick sheets, and many faces peering at her. She was about to go into a panic, but settled herself down before anyone noticed, leaving only a flinch and sort of a spasm as a clue of how much she wanted to scream.

Madame Pomfrey, the worrywart she is, had stopped rushing about the stone covered room and left the other patients to tend to her care. A wet cloth and water served Crimson's needs, even though it wasn't necessary.

Apparently, the pounding in the back of her head managed to venture towards the forehead, giving a nagging headache. Madame Pomfrey propped up her pillows for her to sit upright, then scuttled along to the bed across from Crimson's, where a girl in robes with blue lining was bawling. Her arm appeared to be producing green scales.

The eager watchers, who had been hesitant for the while, being she was a muggle, came with sudden interest and started overflowing her with silly questions, except for Professor Dumbledore, who seemed to be very calm, or he was just lost in another world, seeing he wasn't focusing his eyes on anything specific.

A horrid screech came from the girl as becoming a lizard climbed nearer towards her shoulder. Attention was obviously a need to the selfish bloat.

The questions blew right past her. Crimson always had the attention span of a rodent. Her mind was on a vacation, supposingly, stopping every once and a while to look at sites of the outdoors, her parents, grandfather, messy room, and Ron and Harry. It came back just in time to hear a question from the voice she recognized as the girl who was scolding Harry and Ron earlier. She looked at the frizzy-brown haired girl as she asked an obvious question indeed. "How did you get in here?" The reply was simple, or not as simple as you would have hoped.

"I'm not sure exactly." Remembering the golf-ball stone, she reached down to her backpack, which was lying on the floor beside the bed. After unzipping it, she rummaged through her belongings. Few things she took out. Her camera and film was it. They took up much space and were hard to look around. Moments later, she small rock was found, and she jerked it out enthusiastically, as it would explain everything. She described the tunnel of watercolor and landing inside the castle, giving detail of what happened in between and before and after.