After Harry got all of his wizarding things, Hagrid and I headed off on a train.

"So where to now," I asked.

"Ter see Dumbledore."

I nodded, but kept quiet. The train was relatively silent and for the first time in hours, I could actually think.

"I'm in the freaking world of Harry Potter. I mean, I know I should consider myself lucky, after all, this is every Potterhead's dream but... My god, I don't even have a home to go to. Totally Dumbledore's type to send me off to an orphanage. Stupid old coot." Obviously, I am not a fan of Dumbledore's. Unless, of course, we're talking about Starkid's version. That Dumbledore is hilarious.

I must have fallen asleep, because we were suddenly coming to a stop.

"Here we are," Hagrid said, getting up.

With only one choice, I followed.

It was Professor Sprout who greeted us in the alleyway Hagrid had strode to.

"Who is this," she asked curiously.

"A Slytherin who will probably end up in Gryffindor for convenience. Although, any House would be quite a feat, considering I'm not magic."

Professor Sprout looked at me.

I sighed. "Marlee Merotaive. Pleasure, Professor." I stuck out my hand. It went ignored. I don't blame her, I am a pretty shady character after all. Spouting things crazy things like me not being magic, an intimidating eleven year old body and a rat's nest for hair. Yup. I was most definitely the definition of shady.

"Rubeus!"

Said person shifted around uncomfortably. Professor Sprout was clearly furious with him. So I came to his rescue, as Hagrid was really quiet terrible at handling himself in these sort of situations.

"Professor, I assure you that Hagrid has nothing to do with my knowledge of the wizarding world. As a matter of fact, nobody anywhere on this planet does, I'm assuming that I got transported to another realm of reality, a different dimension, if you will."

She continued to death glare. Both of us.

Whoops. Guess that didn't help much.

"Well," the Herbology professor sighed, "what's done is done. What were you planning in doing with her Rubeus?"

"Take 'er ter talk ter Dumbledore."

"I mean, duh! He's Dumbledore!" I pretend to swoon, just for comedic affect. "Oh," I sigh exaggeratedly. "He's the savior of our savior of the savior of the wizarding world." Both adults were staring at me. "What," I ask, smoothing my now rumpled clothes out. "It's true."

"Let's just go," sighed Professor Sprout, holding her hand out for Hagrid to grab it. I took hold of her other arm, without need for instruction.

"Is this safe," I ask.

My answer, was Professor Sprout apperating right outside of Hogwarts grounds.

"Yup," I say weakly. "That's great." I run into some bushes to go throw up into.

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After waiting a half an hour outside of the office of the one Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid finally came down the revolving stairs and sent me up.

"Professor Dumbledore," I say, crossing over to the desk in the middle of the room, holding my hand out to the so called 'illustrious' wizard.

"Ms. …?"

"Marlee Merotaive, muggle."

Dumbledore smiled his grandfatherly smile, taking my hand and giving it a firm shake. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He withdrew his hand from my grasp. "May I ask exactly what you mean by muggle?"

"I am well aware of the fact that, normally, most muggles cannot see Hogwarts or Diagon Ally. I do not understand why I can, but I assure, that, at least where I come from, the wizarding world does not exist."

Dumbledore frowned. "I do not believe that I understand."

I sighed. "Basically," I started, "I come from a different dimension. In my world, not only am I 16, but this whole universe?" I wave my around hand erratically. "This whole universe exists only in a book series. Only on paper, on the big screen, in hearts and imaginations."

Dumbledore's frown only deepened.

"I know this sounds like I belong in St. Mungo's, but I'm telling the truth." Then it hit me. "And you better not be using Legilimency on an under-aged."

"I assure that even if I had such an ability I would not-"

"Shove it," I told him rudely. "You may have achieved greatness and you may have protect the wizarding world from your boyfriend but do not presume to think that I am making this all up. I assure you, I know exactly what is going on here."

"Ms. Merotaive, I kindly ask that you do not-"

"Speak to you in a way that suggests that I don't give a bleep." I scoff, shaking my head. "Professor, I am mentally 16. Do not presume to pull the wool over my eyes."

Dumbledore just shook his head.

I sigh. "I won't apologize. But I am willing to be sorted now, if the hat determines that I am, indeed, magical."

Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "That is a perfect plan."

"But," I say, holding up my hand, "I want Professors McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick and Sprout to be present, for if I am sorted now, there is no reason for me to be sorted on the first of September. Whoever is head of my House should be present at the sorting."

Dumbledore's brow furrowed. "All the heads of Houses are very busy and-"

"And it is a rare occurrence for the hat to take longer than four minutes on deciding on which House the student will be placed in. Surely the Professors can come for just four minutes."

"That… Is very logical."

"I know," I reply with a grin. "It's one of my numerous talents."

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When all the head of Houses were gather with Dumbledore and I in his office, he presented me with the Sorting Hat.

"I'm guessing Gryffindor," I say cheerfully. "Even though I'd really rather Slytherin." I had to choke back my peals of laughter at the shocked faces of the room, slipping the hat over my head.

"Well, well, well. This is interesting."

"Not the least because I am actually 16, a muggle, and a break from your monotonous year?

"You are indeed 16 in mental age, however, you do indeed possess magic. Strange and strong magic, may I add."

"So… What House?"

"Hm… Your original thoughts of having parts belonging to different Houses equally is more or less accurate, given your age."

"Which is why Hogwarts sorts at age 11, because the personalities are less complex?"

"Correct. Now, as for your House… Not Ravenclaw, I don't think."

"Not Hufflepuff either. As nice as I am, working hard isn't really my main quality."

"So it's either Gryffindor or-"

"Slytherin. I want Slytherin."

"Yes, however, all these plans are rather brave and bold of you and-"

"Ambitious. It will take creativity, connections, time and cunning to pull off. All Slytherin traits."

"Yet you believe that I will place you in Gryffindor despite this."

I mentally shrug. "I believe it, though I'd rather it not be true. Will it help if I casually mention a seam ripper? A fire perhaps?"

"That is not necessary. I am just a curious entity. Very well then. I say that you best be placed in SLYTHERIN!"

I grin, pulling the Sorting Hat off of me, handing it to a shocked Dumbledore. "Very much looking forward to be joining all the prestigious wizards and witches of Slytherin sir," I say to Professor Snape, his face a blank mask.

"I will be looking forward to see what you will be bringing us, Ms. Merotaive." And with that, robes billowing like batwings behind him, Professor Snape exited the office, followed by Professors Flitwick and Sprout. Professor McGonagall stayed behind.

"Oh, one other thing," I say, looking at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. "I've nowhere to stay."

Professor McGonagall frowned. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Exactly as I said. I have no family here. Anywhere. My whole life is literally in another world. I need a place to stay."

"Ms. Merotaive, surely you do not think that we will fall for such a lie," Professor McGonagall asked.

"It is not. There is only a week left until school begins, correct," I ask.

"Well, yes. Why?"

"I'll stay in the Slytherin Dorms," I shrug. "But I need the school to supply me with all my school things."

"Ms. Merotaive, there must be somewhere you can stay," Dumbledore asked.

"I mean, if either Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape would be so kind, I can go to Diagon Ally to get all of my school supplies and I can take an Inheritance Test at Gringotts. Kill two birds with one stone."

"I, unfortunately, do not have that kind of time on my hands right now," Professor McGonagall informed me.

"That's fine. Could Professor Snape do it then? As head of my House?"

"That is a sound arrangement, Minerva, if you will please go fetch Severus for me," requested Dumbledore.

"Of course." Within a few seconds, it was just me and Dumbledore.

"I'm assuming you have questions," I say, looking directly into Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes.

"Very astute of you. Yes, I do indeed."

"Well I have just a few of my own."

"I am listening."

"Which year will I be in," I ask. "I am not lying when I tell you that, at least mentally, I am 16."

"I believe you," Dumbledore says quickly, his smile fixed on his face. "However, given that you have no magical training, you will start out with all the other first years."

"And I don't have to go through the sorting again, correct?"

"What do you wish to do in those regards," Dumbledore ask, tilting his head slightly.

"I think it would make sense for me to do it again, in front of the whole school, just so I don't seem to pop out of thin air," I admit.

"Very well. I do have questions of my own, but they can wait. Professor Snape is here to take you to get your school supplies and to get tested."

I stand up. "Thank you, Professor," I say as warmly as I could muster, holding out my hand again.

He grasps it. "It has been my pleasure, Ms. Merotaive."

"Come," Professor Snape says. And with that, I follow him out of Dumbledore's office.