''I swear, she doesn't know where she is! She knows who she is, well her name at least, but not where she is!'' It was the guy who 'helped' me just now. He said his name was Neville Longbottom. He must be crazy.

I groaned and sat up. He, or somebody else, must have carried me here, because I was lying on a bed instead of in the grass.

''Don't be ridiculous, of course she knows where she is. I told you I just saw her before she left this morning, remember? Only 10 minutes ago I told you that! Seriously Neville, I know you have a bad memory, but this tops everything.'' A higher, fiercer voice replied.

''Ginny, I'm not mad. She's the one who forgot where she was, and I can't blame her! You know what it's like to get hit in the head by a bludger.''

Oh my god, what is this some of a mental house? One for people who believe they're Harry Potter characters?

I got up and walked out of the room. The two of them were standing opposite of each other, looking quite annoyed.

I coughed and both of them looked at me. Ginny hurried over and hugged me.

''Lotte, how are you? You want me to get you something to drink?'' she asked concerned.

''Uhm, no, thank you. I'd rather have you explain where I am, what sort of place is this?''

Ginny and Neville exchanged a glance. Neville's face had ''I told you so'' written all over it.

''We're at Hogwarts, remember? You were really excited about going here this morning, you couldn't stop talking about it.''

''I was? But, how did I end up here? I mean, I was playing a game with my friends, and then I saw him and-'' I stopped talking and thought. I couldn't remember what happened after that.

Ginny looked at me like I was mad. ''Ok, I think we should get you to your bed so you can rest a bit. This interview with McGonagall must wait till next week.''

Ginny got up, ready to leave when my stomach growled.

Neville started laughing. ''Sounds like someone would like something to eat. I'll ask one of the elves bring something.''

''No, I'm fine, really. I can handle myself.'' I walked towards the door but tripped. Luckily Neville caught me in time.

''I see. You can handle yourself perfectly.'' he said as he helped me to the couch.

''Perhaps she should stay with you tonight.'' Ginny suggested.

I turned my head so quickly it hurt. Neville turned red.

''Stay th-the night.. w-w-with me?'' he stuttered. Ginny nodded.

''Yeah, I mean, everything's here, isn't it? Food, a bed and if something goes terribly wrong the hospital wing is just around the corner.'' she said matter-of-factly. ''Besides,'' Ginny added as I opened my mouth, ''she can't apparate in this state.''

''Oi!'' I yelled, both of them looked at me. ''Do I get a say in this? I just want to go home, I can drive myself, thank you very much.''

Ginny and Neville exchanged another glance. ''You are staying, talking about driving. You don't even have a license, Merlin, Ron doesn't have one yet, and he's been with Hermione for three years now!'' Ginny got her coat from the couch. ''I'll send Luna when I see her, OK? Hope you feel better soon, Lotte!''

I mumbled some unkind words, which Ginny obviously took as a goodbye, because she smiled and left the room, leaving an awkward silence behind.

''So...''

''Sooo...'' I stared at my feet. Great, now I was stuck here.

''You want something to eat?'' Neville asked nervously.

I thought for a minute. I was hungry, and it probably wouldn't hurt to eat something.

''Yeah, that'd be nice.'' I got up. ''So, where are we going?''

Neville laughed. ''We not going anywhere, I'll let the house elves bring it.''

I raised an eyebrow, sure, let him think elves exist. ''Let's see then...'' I challenged him.

Neville rolled his eyes at me. ''Wilty!''

A loud pop followed and suddenly there was a strange creature standing at the door opening.

I shrieked, and jumped up, I looked at Neville and sprinted into the bedroom again. Who was that, what was that? How did it get there? How did I get here?

I slid down on the floor. Neville knocked on the door. ''Charlotte? Is everything OK?''

I was ready to snap at him, but caught myself. He couldn't help that I was stuck here.

''Could you give me a minute? I just- need a minute.''

''Sure,'' Neville's voice sounded from the other side of the door. ''Should Wilty get something to eat, though?''

I hesitated, but gave in to my growling stomach. ''Yes, please.'' I answered.

Charlotte, get you head together. Where are you?

I'm in a bedroom, Neville's bedroom. Neville thinks he's a Harry Potter character.

Thinks? What if this is the world of Harry Potter. I've read more alternate universe stories than anyone else. Could this happen?

I slowly raise my head and look around the room. For the first time I notice the moving paintings, the strange objects and the big books on the shelves. I got up and studied some of the books.

Herbology for Beginners, Advanced Herbology, How to befriend your Plants. There were some crazy titles are on this shelf, but one thing is sure, Neville sure likes Herbology. Just like in the books.

I walk over to the window and am gobsmacked. The view is stunning, a huge lake and a dark forrest.

Could I really be in the world of Harry Potter? This must be a dream, I cannot be here. This is not real, Harry Potter has been made up by a writer, a goddess, the most brilliant writer of the 20th century. I pinch myself, I have to force myself to wake up.

No, it's not working. I walk to the bed and sit down, that's when I notice it. A wand, a piece of wood. I pick it up, and a warmth spreads through my fingers. My whole body starts tingling.

Slowly I get up and turn. We could at least make it a good dream, eh?

I randomly point the wand at the bookcase and whisper Accio, while concentrating on the books. Before I know it a book comes zooming towards me. I duck hastily and hear the glass in the window crashing. Oops.

I turn and look at the glass. Well, that wasn't very nice of me.

''Charlotte? Everything alright?''

''Yeah! Yeah, it is, don't worry. Has the food arrived already?''

''It's on its way.'' Neville answered.

''I'll be there in a minute!'' I reply.

Ok, think Charlotte. My hand raises, as if knowing what to do, pointing at the window. ''Reparo.''

The window heals instantly, and I sigh relieved.

This will be so much fun.