Neville shook his head and said, "You should probably get her to Dumbledore you know."

All reluctantly gave approval and Harry handed her a robe. She shrugged it on as the two boys shrugged robes of their own on and they headed off down the hall, Ron on her left and Harry on her right. They met nobody along the way.

They walked down the hall, Ron on her right and Harry on her left. Both of the boys were rather quiet so she decided not to break their comfortable silence. Instead, she decided to study the two boys beside her. The one on her left was tall, dark-haired and had alert emerald green eyes. They were very pretty eyes. She sighed. She bet his raven hair was very soft… NO! She was not going to think about boys. She shuddered. Men caused pain and they weren't good for anything useful at all….

She then turned to study the boy on her right. Ron was taller than Harry by at least a full foot. He had bright red-orange hair. Damn, she had always gone for redheads. This might just present a problem. He had sparkling blue eyes. Irish, maybe, Kaitlin decided.

Soon enough they got to the end of their long walk down the drafty hallways of, what was it called? Oh, yes, Hogwarts. What a funny name for a boarding school. She wondered if it was an all boys' school. Oh dear, that might not be so bad. Yes, yes it would. She was so very tired.

Harry began to say all sorts of weird combination of words. She supposed that they sounded like candies or something. Very weird candies they were though. Suddenly, as if by magic (sure, just some sort of electronics) the goblin statue they were standing in front of began to move and an escalator began to move up. They all three stepped onto it. It led them up to yet another hallway, but this one wasn't so long.

A rather old man was standing at the end of it, looking rather confused. This man had a white beard down to his waist, a colorful dressing gown with flamingos on it, twinkling, blue eyes hidden behind half moon glasses and stick in one hand hanging by his side.

"Hello, I'm Professor Dumbledore," he said. "And who might you be? I felt the power in the air as you arrived, but I didn't quite know what it was."

Wow, he must be a lunatic. Felt her arrive? Power in the air? Oh please. She must have been very easy to read for next he said, "I assure you I'm not insane. You must be a muggle."

Then Ron cut in, "She's from America."

"My name is Kaitlin. Excuse me sir but do you know how I could possibly have gotten here? Maybe I was drugged and just woke up as I was being dropped onto… a bed."

"No, no my dear girl, you were brought here by magic," replied the old lunatic. She couldn't quite suppress her snort of disbelief.

"It's true, we are all wizards and witches here," said Harry earnestly.

"Oh," Kaitlin said, "so this isn't an all boys school. I was afraid that it would be." Then, "Wait, did you say witches and wizards? This must be an asylum. You are all insane. I'm getting out of here before you get me to believe you." With that she turned to go, but it didn't work. That crazy old coot had that stick pointed at her. He had mumbled something and now she couldn't move.

"I'm afraid you can't go Miss Kaitlin, first we need to find out how you got here, and how to get you back where you belong. I believe also that you might be able to use magic," said the insane old coot.

"Now do you believe in magic?" asked Ron exasperatedly.

"Of course not, there is a logical explanation. Professor Dumbledore made it look like he was doing magic and the placebo effect took hold of my brain rendering me unable to move." She knew it was a very far-fetched idea, but she needed something. Magic wasn't real. Judging by the looks she was getting from the two boys, she had a feeling they didn't believe her any more than she believed herself.

"We'll need to know some things about you, such as your full name, your age, where exactly you live, things like that. You might start by answering those questions and then we will think up some more," cut in Dumbledore.

Kaitlin sighed defeated, "Will you let me sit down then?" Dumbledore smiled and flicked his stick—she supposed it was actually a wand—and let her move. She sat in a nearby chair. "Alright, I'm seventeen, my full name is Kaitlin Marie McDougal, and I live in Mobile, Alabama, United States of America. What next?"

"Well, could you please tell me what happened before you ended up here?"

"Yes sir. I was reading a book about magic; it was called The Chronicles of Chrestomanci Volume I; and I was thinking wouldn't it be great if there really were all those other worlds and then I turned over and nearly fell off my bed. On the floor was this pool of light and I was so startled to see it there that I let go and fell off my bed straight into the light and landed here." Kaitlin could barely suppress a yawn as she looked expectantly up at the old Professor.

"Well Miss McDougal, I see that you are tired. If all three of you would wait outside my office while I call Professor McGonagall, we will find some place for you to sleep."

Harry and Ron led her out into the hall where she collapsed against the wall. A few minutes later, an old woman with her hair up in a bun and a bathrobe on hurried past her and into the office. She supposed that this was Professor McGonagall. She must have fallen asleep because she was being gently shaken awake and helped up. Then, Professor McGonagall was leading her back down the long hall.

A/N: Hey, thanks all that reviewed...all three of you. I didn't know if anyone would like it. My friends all laughed at it when I let them read the rough draft. I'm sorry for the mistakes on the first chapter. I don't know why it posted like that. I didn't write it like that. Thanks for bringing it to my attetion. Also, I'm soo sorry that it took me so long to put up the next chapter. I know what it's like waiting for the next chapter so I should have been faster. First I had exams, then, well, I have a problem with finishing what I started. With constant prodding, hopefully I'll finish this story. It is my first, so if you don't like it, do go easy on me. Don't forget, I love reviews! Oh, and yes, I am from the South. I've lived in Alabama and Mississippi.