A/N- Ok, so she isn't really dead so I'm gunna keep writing! And for those of you that are "The Giver" fans, I'm stealing a bit of The Community.

She pushed herself off the sandy bottom of the open and broke through the surface. She was floating in a great big fountain; there were several statues of animals with water spurting out of them. She reached up and grabbed the neck of the closest stallion, the tarnished bronze unimaginably cold under her fingers. She pushed herself to her feet; throw her hair out of her eyes.

She looked down at what she expected to be her soaked Hogwarts uniform, but saw something different. She was wearing a thin form fitting pale blue dress. Water trickled down from the hem at her knees and she saw her Mary- Janes were replaced by a pair of worn black shoes. Looking up, she realized that this was some sort of garden. There were great trees that delimited the fountain. Looking closer, she saw that the soft weather worn leaves were actually little pieces of a shiny green metal attached to a long bronze tree. There were hundreds of trees like this, all made of metal that wee stretched about the garden. The flowers were the same also, little pieces of precious stone attached to tarnished stems. The sky above looked about to open up and let a storm out, down onto the beautiful garden of steel.

Out in the metal garden there were men walking about in the maze of artificial flora. They were suited like samurais, heavy shoulder armor and long swords. The only visible parts of their faces were their eyes, two piercing blue dots on each face. They carried about their business, not stopping to acknowledge one another. Each walked in a strict pattern it seemed, patrolling in a perfect triangle. She ducked down into the water as one of these men passed by the fountain. She knew that the water had made some sound, but he took no notice. And then, as though it had just become obvious, there was no sound. There were no chirping birds, or burbling water sounds. There was no sound coming from the men as the walked about the paths. Everything was silent

Amy deftly made her way to the edge of the fountain, trying hard not to make too much noise. But her mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out where she was. There was nowhere on earth like this, unless...her mind fluttered at the thought. 'Is this the future?' she pondered and she hoisted herself over the cold rim of the pool. She saw her guitar case near by (she recognized he fathers name written on it in battered lettering) and ran over to pick it up. But the instant she set her feet on the ground, the guards all became alert and a loud blaring siren went off. One of the men that were near approached her, his hand on the hilt of this sword.

"Where is your ID?" He asked in a strict voice. Amy blindly stuck her hands in the pockets of the dress, trying to find something that would resemble an ID. She felt what might have been a credit card and pulled it out. She caught a glimpse of it before the man snatched it away. Her picture, or what she believed to be hers was on it, and there seemed to be information about her on it also.

"Musician, eh? Well, then you must be here to see the Duke about the entertainer," he said in a booming voice. He handed her back the little card and picked up her guitar. "Unit 563902 will escort you to your destination," he said in that same loud voice. All of sudden, there was another of the "samurais" was standing by her, holding the guitar.

"I can carry that!" she exclaimed, reaching for the case. He thrust the case into her hands the turned sharply on his heel, stalking of in the opposite direction. Amy had to jog to keep up with him at his fast pace through the garden. Looking around her, Amy saw that the garden began to change, from the sweet serenity that was in the outlaying layer. There were actual people walking around and sitting on benches that appeared to be made of petrified wood. They all were dressed in medieval style clothing, the woman in long dresses and then few men in sweeping robes. They all were talking quietly, pointing at things and chatting. The was a tall thin man leaning against a tree reading a book silently. Amy looked at his as she passed him by. His gaze lifted from the book into her own eyes. His eyes looked very solemn and an emerald green. He held a small pair of spectacles in his hand that he squeezed tightly as she passed. He was dressed in a scarlet robe with fine gold trimmings that glittered in the sunlight. He gave her a weak smile.

Amy glanced back down at her guitar; her face began to burn with embarrassment. She slowed down a bit, wanting to look up into the face of that man again. But she had no clue who he was. Yet, she knew that face from somewhere. Yes, she had seen it once before... But where?

The guard had noticed her slow pace and reached up for her shoulder. He gripped in and turned her from the man and through an open door. She found herself standing a huge circular room. There were 2 great tables that made the shape of an 'O' in the middle of the room. The tables were set with fine gold plates and glass goblets, all twinkling in the light from the crystal chandeliers that hung about the room. There were amazingly ornate decorations on the walls and ceilings, everything from golden angels to almost realistic paintings of horses and men. The ceiling above her was a picture of heaven, there were angels and in the center, there was a child.

The guard continued to veer her out of the room into a little door on the far side. "You will find the Duke in there. He will ask you to play a piece for him. Seeing as you are so late, you may not know if you will perform or not," he said in a mechanical voice. Her pushed her up to the door and marched out of the hall, his steps echoing in the hall. She watched him as he left though the same great wooden doors that they had entered through, and listened to the soft noise they made when they shut.

Amy stood there at the door. She didn't know what to do, or why she was here. She didn't even know where she was! It was all too much for her. 5 minuets ago she thought she was dead and know it seemed like she was standing in some sort of medieval London. And why was she here with her guitar? And where was the forest, and the lake, and... it all made no sense. But she couldn't stand there forever, waiting to be told what was happening. So, gathering up her confidence, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

But she never knew what the truth was behind that door...

A/N- ok, finally I did it! YAY! I'm updating! WEE HO! Um, and if I offended anyone with my little religious part, I am very sorry. It was meant to be symbolic, not insulting. Ok now that you have finished it, please review. Pwease review. Look at this, 8 chapters and only 11 reviews...I feel hated....