Still in mild shock, Iliana stood before the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His office was spectacular, filled with things she never imagined possible.

He smiled faintly at her from over his half moon spectacles. "Iliana?"

"Yes, sir," she said, head bowed respectfully.

"You may look at me."

"Yes, sir," she said again, looking up at him, her chin still down.

"What's your full name?"

"I don't have one."

"And what are you doing amongst us?"

"I came here because I thought it was an abandoned haunted house, sir."

"Why did you want an abandoned haunted house?"

"I wanted a place to stay, sir."

"You'll have to fill me in, a little, my dear Iliana."

Her head lifted more and she looked at him. "I lived in an orphanage, and I didn't like it there, so I packed my stuff and ran away, looking for an abandoned house, and I saw lots of signs saying that this was a haunted house, and I don't believe in ghosts, so I came here to live."

Dumbledore sighed. "You have no where else to go, then, I understand?"

She shook her head. "No, sir."

"And who brought you into the castle?"

"James Potter, sir. He told me about your world, sir."

"You understand, Iliana, that you will not be able to stay here indefinitely, as it is a school."

"Yes, sir."

"But, considering the circumstances, you may stay for the time being. Report back to my office in a month, will you? Harry will no doubtedly find a way in," he said with a knowing smile.

Iliana came down the stairs leading to the girls dormitory, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was nearing midnight, but she was hungry.

Sleep and hunger usually followed learning a surprising piece of information. Granted, it had been a couple of days since learning of magic and wizards and the such, but the effects seemed to still be taking place.

"Hello," said a voice from the fire place.

Iliana jumped, mid-yawn. "Oh, James. You scared me."

The boy paused. "I- I'm not James…"

She walked over to him and he stood up. She looked at him closely and clasped her hands over her mouth, laughing shyly. "Oh- Arthur's sword, you're not, are you?"

"'Arthur's sword'?"

"Sorry, an … expression they used where I used to live. Um… if you're not James, which one are you, if you don't mind me asking…?"

"Harry," he said, looking a bit confused. "Harry Potter."

"Potter, then, you must be James's brother. You guys look almost exactly alike. But you're eyes are green. His are hazel, so…"

"Yeah. Yeah, we're brothers."

"You go to school her too then?"

"Yeah. All the other kids here go to school here."

"It's really pretty on the inside. Too bad about the exterior, though."

"Um … yeah," said Harry, not feeling like getting into the whole thing so late in the night.

There was a small pause before Iliana said, "What are you doing up so late?"

"I could ask you the same."

"Sorry, just trying to make conversation," she said defensively, leaving towards the exit of the common room.

"I didn't mean it like that," he said, stopping her. "I just- was wondering the same thing."

She looked at him. Her hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, much of her hair not holding, it being cut so short. She was wearing a baggy white silk blouse and pajama bottoms covered in strawberries.

"Where are you going?"

"Kitchen."

"You know where the kitchens are?" asked Harry skeptically. He himself had not found them until his fourth year. She had been here one day.

"Well, no, but I'm not really that tired, so I can spend some time looking."

Harry laughed. "You're a Muggle. You will get lost."

"Muggle?"

"Non-magic people…"

"Oh! Right, yeah. James told me that."

"Do- um, do you want me to show you where the kitchens are?"

Iliana smiled. "Sure."

"Let me just get something really fast." He ran off towards the boys dormitory and came back soon afterwards with something that looked like a watery substance and a piece of old paper. "I don't want you to be scared of this, it's a map," he said, holding up the paper. "It tells us who's in the castle where."

"Why do we need to know that?" she asked, thinking maybe he was just trying to impress her with magic.

"We're not allowed to be wandering the school after curfew."

"Well, what do we do if someone shows up?"

"That's where this comes in." He held up the watery substance. "It's a cloak. It'll make us invisible as long as we wear it."

Iliana smiled. She liked it here.