A/N: YES, I know it's been forever since I updated this. I lost my inspiration. Then I re-read Carrie, and it came back. I hope it lasts. But for all those who followed this in the past, I look forward to future criticisms/possible suggestions…plot movers welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or other characters from that series, nor do I own Carrie White or her peers/her world. Also, "tonight you go first class" really is a direct quote from Tommy, and depending on your version of the novel it can be found near the end, when they're doing the tiebreaker round of voting for king and queen.

Now that Carrie had some time to herself, she decided to recap the situation. She remembered Prom Night, of course—her time to shine, "tonight you go first class," wasn't that what Tommy said? But the accompanying tragedy to first class was just too much for it to be worth it. She remembered the smell of blood and the thickness of it, the laughing—laughing—just like that day in the shower (plug it up! Plug it up!) and she remembered the looks on their faces as she finally got her revenge on them all. She'd locked the doors and turned on the sprinklers, and soon the electrical equipment got soaked and suddenly the whole school was ablaze, and the fire spread.

Then she left the Chamberlain chaos to deal with her own. Carrie went home.

She remembered the fight she'd had with her mother—her mother had stabbed her and Carrie had stopped her heart.

Then she ran out and the next thing she remembered was Billy Nolan's car racing at her, a startled expression on Chris Hargensen's face and a determined expression on Billy's. She'd taken care of them, all right. They wouldn't bother her anymore.

But that had about done it, for her. She'd collapsed and Sue found her. Then she remembered feeling completely drained, almost like

(she died she stopped breathing her heart came to full stop)

but then she could hear Sue talking to someone wearing green, and he took her and promised he'd take care of her. He seemed different. All he did was look into her eyes and it was like he understood everything.

Then she remembered waking up here (where was here?) and those strange people. They'd talked about wands. Was she in a mental hospital? The atmosphere and the sorts of people certainly made it seem so.

Suddenly the curtain around Carrie's bed began to move and she started, jolting out of her thoughts. Her current visitor certainly did nothing to dispute her earlier thoughts of this being a mental hospital. He was tall and burly, with dark hair everywhere. He looked rather like a giant, she thought.

"Carrie?" he asked.

He'd called her by name! Carrie wasn't quite sure how to react

(who is he how does he know me I want him to go away!)

and then she did know. The Power took over and she drew the curtain shut with her mind, and to further enforce her wishes she said "go away" in what she hoped to be a firm voice.

"Common Carrie, don' be like tha'. I needta talk to ya. If ya don' min'."

Oh, he was persistant! But she was regaining her senses and so she replied: "All right. But the curtain stays closed."

"'Course, a'course it does," her visitor agreed.

Carrie spoke before he could continue. "Well, I don't know who you are, or where I am or why I'm here, but I'd like some answers. Really."

Carrie's visitor waited for a second before speaking, then said, "Well, to start, yer at St. Mungo's. Hospital fer wizards an' witches."

Carrie gasped. "I'm not a witch!" she cried. "That's impossible! There's been a mistake."

"I'm afraid summin would beg te differ, Carrie," said her visitor. "Me name is Hagrid, an' I'm here with a letter ye oughtta read." He made no move to open the curtain, and finally Carrie relented and allowed the curtain to give him enough space to hand her the letter. When she read it she was shocked.

"I'll be so behind," she sputtered. "I don't know magic! I just discovered this—this—months ago—I'm not ready for this!" Nor was she ready for more people to laugh at her, but she didn't mention that part.

"No hurry," said her visitor. "I'll come inna week an' see how you're commin along, if tha's alright."

"I—suppose," Carrie faltered, hoping she wouldn't actually be here in a week's time. But Hagrid had thought of that too. "When ye do git outta here," he said, "Check in at da Leaky Cauldron on Diagon Alley. Jus' ask—Harry!" He said abruptly. Hagrid grinned at Carrie. "He'll help ye out."

Carrie resigned herself to opening up the entire curtain and came face-to-face with her previous visitor. "Oh—hello," she said quietly, shyness getting the better of her.
"Hello," Harry replied.

Hagrid took this as his cue to step out of Carrie's room, leaving them alone.

Harry and Carrie stared at each other in awkward silence.

"You never did tell me your name," said Harry finally.

Carrie remembered the letter Hagrid had given her and thought of how much easier it would all be if Harry saw it. Surely, if he was a wizard, he must have gotten one too, if not from Hogwarts than from a similar school. She looked at the letter with her mind and pictured it in Harry's hands, and she knew from the gasp at the foot of her bed that she'd succeeded.

That was easy, she marveled.

"I still don't know how you do that," said Harry in wonderment as he read the letter. When he was done he smiled. "I got one of these when I was eleven."

I knew it, thought Carrie.

"I don't know what they're going to do with you," he said. "I mean, you need the basic knowledge in all the areas, and I'm guessing you haven't had any."

Carrie shook her head. What areas?

It was as though he'd read her mind. "You'll need your Potions, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Defense of the Dark Arts—that's most important, especially during these times. Maybe you can take remedial courses to catch yourself up."

Carrie didn't like the way he said "these times." What was going on?

She had a feeling she'd soon find out.

Harry was still talking. "Once you're better, I'll take you to Diagon Alley. I'll help you pick out books and get you checked into the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid mentioned that, didn't he?"

"Yes," said Carrie quietly. She wasn't sure how to take all this. How did she know she wasn't going to regret this later? She'd trusted Tommy, and look how that ended up.

"Great," said Harry. He smiled at her. "Rest up, Carrie. You should be out of here in a few days and then the adventures will begin." He turned to go, then stopped and faced her again.

"Yes?" asked Carrie, much of the wariness gone now.

"Oh, nothing," said Harry, and walked out of her room.