She stared down at me,her face stern and authority filled.I felt weak and unimportant in her tough presence.The odd thing was,she was straight from the movie.The movie version of McGonagall.Yeah.Right.I looked around,my heart pounding.No cameras.No crew members or anything that would suggest that I had somehow landed my ass smack dab in the filming of Chamber Of Secrets.

I looked up at McGonagall again,shifting all of this around in my mind like the sorting of files.

"I believe I asked you a question."

I broke out into a nasty mischevious grin.This was a dream.I was having my own free independent thoughts in this dream and everything was vivid.I was in the Hogwarts castle. I could do whatever the hell I wanted without any consequences.Why,I could run around the Gryffindor common room naked!I could tell Snape to fuck off and wash his hair!I could-get my ass thrown out of the dream real quick if I acted like that.No,I would have to play along. Make it last.And maybe if I was a really good girl,played along with everything and pretended to be a witch,I could have a nice defense against the dark arts class!The very thought sent a chill down my spine.Even though I knew deep down that the minute I caught glimpse of Quirrell,I'd wake up with my mom nagging at me to get my butt out of bed. I quickly put on my best british accent.

"I'm sorry,ma'am."I said,quickly standing up and patting down my hair. "I must have fallen alseep."

"What are you doing here?"

I bit my lip,trying to look shy and embarrassed.

"I'm not a student here,ma'am.I don't have a family.I've been struggling to live on my own for three years now.I snuck in here,I know it was wrong,but I've never seen Hogwarts and I really want to live at a place like this,I just can't handle it on my own anymore and-"

"Are you a witch?"

I nodded."Yes,ma'am.Do you think I could attend Hogwarts?"

She stared down at me.I could practically see the gears in her mind spinning around with all the bullcrap I'd just spewed.

"If you're a witch I don't see why not.The last thing we want is to see a young lady starving out on the streets.Term starts tommorow,the students will be arriving in the evening.Your age?"

"Fifteen."

"How much magical experience do you have,exactly?"

I stared at her blankly.

"Have you a wand?"

"No,ma'am.I've never had a wand of my own.But I've been tested by a very nice old wizard who said I was a witch,like my mum and dad were."

She nodded.

"Well,we'd be happy to have you,miss-"

"Johanseen.Kylie Johanseen."

"Miss Johanseen."

Suddenly a horrible thought slammed into the walls of my brain like a missile.Quirrell might not be here.It could be Lupin or Moody or-God spare me,Lockhart.

"You'll be needing a wand,of course."She turned with a swish of her emerald green dress and motioned for me to follow."I'm afraid you can't get one at Diagon Alley,Ollivanders is closed for maintenence this week, but you may be able to make do with a few spare wands."

"Ma'am?"I asked,following her up the steps.

"Professor McGonagall."

"Professor McGonagall,who will be teaching defense against the dark arts this year?"

"That would be Professor Quirrell.Why do you ask?"

I almost cried out in relief.

"Oh,well that's what I thought.I've heard about him before,he's supposedly very well traveled.And I'm very interested in defense against the dark arts.I hope to be an auror someday."

You're so full of crap,Kylie,I thought to myself.

"Well,hopefully we can get you on your way.There's nothing I enjoy more than seeing a student reach his or her goal in life."

Then put me alone in tiny room with Quirrell and you can fufill my dream,McGonny.

I looked around curiously.The halls were empty and so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Where we going?"

"Professor Quirrell's office.He has a few spare wands that you can try out."

I choked back a noise in my throat.

She turned around,eyeing me curiously.

"Pardon?"

I shook my head quickly.

"Nothing.I think I might be getting a cold,that's all."

She walked through the defense against the dark arts classroom,and to my disbelief it was an EXACT replica of the one in the movie.The dragon skeleton,the garlic,the candles,everything.

"Wait here."She whispered.

I sat down at one of the desks,my nervous left leg jiggling like mad.

I watched her as she stook her head through an old purple curtain.

"Professor Quirrell?"She asked."I have a young lady here that will be in your class tommorow. She needs a wand of her own and I'm afraid Ollivanders is closed.You have a few spare wands that she could try out,don't you?"

"Y-Y-Yes,of course.B-Bring her in,professor."

That was Ian's voice all right.An excited shudder ripped through my body,sending my knee slamming into the desk leg.

"OW!Son of a-"

McGonagall gave me a stern look.

"You son of a basilisk!"I finished in the nick of time.

She motioned for me to come in.

I stood up slowly,my knees quivering and walked forward.McGonagall stood next to the doorway,holding the curtain open for me.I stepped inside.

There he was,straight out of the movie,sitting at an old oak desk.He looked so sweet and innocent I could hardly hold back the tears as he flashed me a sweet smile that made me dizzy.

"H-H-hello."He stuttered,his right eye twitching.

It took me a moment to realize my mouth was open.I quickly shut it and nodded.

"Hi."I whispered in a bearly audible voice.

"P-Please sit have a seat."

I sat down,staring at him like a zombie.Should I?It was just a dream,of course.No consequences would come from jumping him and putting the moves on him,right?It had to be a dream.But it was so incredibly vivid.All of my senses were aware,I could feel,I could see even the slighest details,I could hear the slightest noises,I could feel the cold wooden chair on my legs.It was all way too real.Dammit,what should I do??