I stayed the night in the hospital wing, where in the morning I would see Professor Dumbledore. It's safe to say that I didn't sleep much. I'd heard of culture shock, but I figured this was a whole new level. I was still trying to make sense of everything.

I wasn't in my world anymore. I didn't know how I ended up here. Half of me, the half that needed to believe, still thought it all was a dream and I knew it was only a matter of time until I woke up. The other half wanted this to be real, maybe even hoping.

Since the first moment I opened up Harry Potter, it resonated with me. This boy came from an abusive family and rose above it and got out. That was what I wanted. I dreamed daily about getting away. Maybe I didn't have the same magical destiny like Harry, but anything was better than staying with Miss Jones and her house of horrors.

I knew nobody would miss me from there. I had no friends and no family. Miss Jones couldn't wait until I turned eighteen to kick me out. Although not much was explained to me, I knew I had so much more here.

I felt how much James cared about me when he didn't want to leave the infirmary. And again a little while later when he came in with a fake injury. I had a whole life here, and I wasn't sure if I was ever going to know the Ophelia everyone else knew.

I wasn't even sure if this was going to last. I couldn't let myself hope, knowing it could all end as suddenly as it started. Maybe that's why I didn't want to sleep. I would wake up and this all be gone, a dream of a dream. But I couldn't help when my eyelids fell shut of their own accord.

It only felt like I was asleep for two minutes when voices woke me up. "Maybe she'll be better today." It was James, and his voice was right beside me.

"Did she really think she was dreaming?"

"You should've seen her, Remus. Laughing about it, like it was some kind of joke."

"But she knew our names? When she can't remember anything else?" That must've been Remus. He was there when I first woke up; I remember his voice.

James groaned. "It's strange. I don't know whether or not to owl Mum and Dad. Of course they'd want to know, but is this serious enough? How long is it going to last?"

Would I ever get those memories back? How could I get something back that was never mine; something that I never experienced? And what if they don't like me? They think I'm the Ophelia they know. I don't know who she was or how she acted. I don't know the place she held here with them.

I pretended to be asleep until they left for classes. Madam Pomfrey came to check on me a couple of times, giving me fresh water and making sure I wasn't going crazy anymore. She didn't say it, but I knew she couldn't wait for Dumbledore to show up.

When he did, I wasn't sure if I was more excited or nervous. Staring at Dumbledore: his long, white beard; his bright blue eyes behind his half moon glasses; him wearing dark blue robes. It was all surreal. He came sweeping into the hospital wing with a kind smile on his face.

I moved into a sitting position, then flattened my hair. I smiled at Dumbledore as he took a seat next to my bed. "Good Morning, Miss Potter."

I couldn't help but chuckle a little at being called a Potter. If there was one thing that I needed to know it was how that was possible.

"May I ask what is so funny?"

I looked down at my hands. What should I tell him? I knew Dumbledore—despite his poor choices—was a great man, but could he handle something so mind-shattering? His whole existence was from a book series. And I was somehow in that book series, but twenty years before.

I clutched my head. I couldn't tell him that. The only reason I wasn't going crazy was because I wasn't allowing myself to think too much into it. However, I knew I could confide in him.

"It's kind of a difficult story to tell, sir. And I don't even know where to start."

"Try from the beginning." He clasped his hands and smiled encouragingly at me.

I took in a deep breath and trained my eyes on the wall across the room. "Okay, would it make sense if I said that I am Ophelia, but not Ophelia Potter?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I can't say it does."

"When I say 'I'm not from here,' I mean I'm not from here. This world. Like a different dimension, I guess you could say." I felt myself blushing from the absurdity of it all. If someone had told me what I just told Dumbledore, I'd say they've been watching too many movies. I could only hope he believed me.

He was quiet for a while, long enough for me to realize how hungry I was. When was the last time I ate? After a particularly loud and embarrassing stomach growl, he finally spoke. "Well, I can't say I haven't heard stranger, but nothing like that."

I waited for more, but he stayed quiet. "What am I supposed to do?"

Dumbledore threw his arms out and stood up. "What can you do, Miss Potter? You're already here, aren't you?"

I was speechless. I wasn't expecting him to say something like that, but I knew it was true. What could I do? I didn't know how I got here, and I certainly didn't know how to go back. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go back.

"I guess we'll cross that bridge if and when we get there."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Come to me whenever you have a question." He turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Before my mind could form a question, the doors to the hospital wing swung open and four boys walked in. Dumbledore subtly nodded towards James and gave me a wink before leaving. They all filed in around my bed.

I was suddenly feeling very shy.

"How're you feeling?" James spoke first. He was standing closest to me, while the others were a bit further back.

"Um, good. Better than yesterday."

"And how's the memories? What do you remember?"

I ran a hand through my hair, thinking. How could I answer that? "I know the basics but not the details."

James laughed shortly and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't think I know what that means."

I laughed with him, albeit more nervously. I didn't look at them, but I knew the others were looking at me, waiting for my answer. It was hard enough just trying to tell James, and with them as an audience didn't make it any less stressful.

I sighed heavily and leaned back on my pillow. "I remember your names: James, Sirius, Remus, P- Peter." I looked up at the stout boy, thinking about his betrayal. Then I shook those thoughts away; that was another problem for another day. "And I remember that I'm at Hogwarts."

James stared at me like he was waiting for more, but that was all I had. His face fell with disappointment. "That's it? Dumbledore didn't have an answer?"

I shook my head. "He's confident that my memories will come back, though." He actually didn't say anything about my memories, but my connection with their Ophelia had to be strong enough to gain her memories through time.

"Well, you have us," Sirius said, stepping forward, "until you do get your memories back."

"And I'll be there to make sure they don't lead you astray," Remus said, earning a laugh from everyone.

Bit of a short chapter, but these are establishing chapters and I don't want to pack too much too fast. Hope you enjoyed!