''And then, he actually hugged Harry, convinced it was Hermione, and started biting his ear. Oh, gosh, you should have seen the look on Hermione's face. Ron slept on the couch that night, he couldn't remember it though, he was way too wasted.'' I laughed at Neville's story.

After I had succesfully repaired the window, Neville had announced that dinner was ready. At first the conversation had been awkward, but then I spilled my peas all over the table and the floor. Neville'd laughed at my clumsiness, only to do the exact same just a moment later. That had broken the ice. He's actually a very funny guy, once he opens up a bit.

''Well, every downside must have an upside, right?'' I joke as Neville pours in another glass firewhiskey. I convinced Neville I could handle it, even though he's convinced I've got a concussion.

''Cheers!'' he says as he raises his glass. ''Cheers, mate!'' I reply as I take a sip of the golden liquid. Instant warmth spreads through my body. ''So, Neville, have you ever had too much to drink and did any funny things?'' I ask curiously. Neville choked on his drink. I got up and patted him on the back, as he coughed. After a few minutes he had calmed down.

''Well, yes, there was this one time... But it's too awkward to tell you, and too long as well. It'll have to wait till another time.''

I pouted, but Neville didn't notice; he was looking at his watch. ''It's late already, you should get some rest. I owled Luna, asking is she could get here in the morning. I expect she will, even though she didn't send an owl back. Typically Luna.''

Now Neville mentioned it; I feel quite tired, and the thought of a nice comfy warm bed makes me want to fall asleep right here, right now. Which I almost do. Neville notices and hoists me up. ''Oh no, I'm not carrying you to bed again, you can walk yourself this time.'' I groan and try to shake myself up. ''Yes, I should do some of the work myself, you're absolutely right.''

Neville shows me the spare room he has in his dormitory.

''Wow, I love this one! It's huge!'' I turn to Neville. ''Is it me, or is this one actually bigger than yours?'' Neville chuckles. ''I think it's the firewhiskey.''

''Oh well, thanks for everything Neville. You know, for the carrying me here and taking care of me stuff.'' He turned red and shrugged. ''No big deal. Goodnight, Charlotte.'' he said quickly as he turned and closed the door. Suddenly I think of something and open the door swiftly.

''Neville?'' Neville turns and looks at me, the flicker of the candles shows him in a different light and he actually looks extremely attractive. I stare at his face before his voice snaps me back to reality.

''Yes, what is it?'' ''Um, do you have something for me to sleep in? Perhaps an old shirt of yours?''

''Take a look in the closet, there must be some old ones in there somewhere.'' he said with a smile.

I smile back at him. ''Thanks. Night.'' I hear a faint ''night'' before I close the door.

I find an old buttoned shirt in the closet and try it on. Luckily it's a bit too big so I can wear it as a sort of night gown. When I finally think I'm ready for bed I remember I haven't brushed my teeth yet, but I have no idea where a bathroom is, except for the one next to Neville's bedroom.

I decide to leave it and brush extra well in the morning. As soon as I lie in bed I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I drift away in a peaceful dream straight away.

The next morning I wake up with weird memories of doing magic, breaking glass and having dinner with a guy I don't really know. I smile at myself for the silly things my subconscious comes up with, nobody would believe the things I dream of. I look around and find myself in a room I don't know, well, I do know it, but it was in my dream. For the first time since I've been here I actually allow myself to believe this is really happening.

I am in the world of Harry Potter. Or at least it looks like it. But how did I end up here? I try to remember the last thing that happened before I found myself lying on the ground. Maria was there and Rory. Simon was there too... Maria's shocked face, someone calling my name. Blonde hair and a bad feeling. Then something hit my head and everything went black.

I sit up and swing my legs over the edge. I have read books about things like this. People ending up in their favorite books after they got injured badly. I get up and start pacing. Confession of a Jane Austen Addict for example. Where the main character hits her head on the bottom of a pool and she wakes up in somebody else's body in the time of Jane Austen. In the end she finds out why she was there, and how she got there. But it was by magic, so that's impossibble. It takes me a minute to realise what just crossed my mind.

Magic! That's it, if this really is the world of Harry Potter, they have magic, I have magic. At least, this person I'm supposed to be has magic, and therefor a wand. I search the room for my wand, but can't find it. ''It must be in Neville's room,'' I think, ''that's why my fingers went all warm when picking it up the other day.'' The thought of being able to do magic makes me all happy. This is the dream of every Potterhead, right?

I sneak out of my room and see that either Neville's already out, or that he's still in bed. Better check his room to be sure. I quietly open the door to his bedroom and see his bed is empty.

So, he is out already.

I have to think. Where did I put it after repairing the windor yesterday? Bedside table? No, it was there when I picked it up the first time, but I'm sure I didn't put it there.

Scanning the room for some clue of my wand I see something under the bed. I get on my knees to take a closer look and discover it's my wand. So, I dropped it! I mentally give myself a scolding; I should be more careful with my wand. I pick it up and get up again, only to find myself standing eye in eye with Neville. I look at him in shock and realise he's only wearing a towel.

''Oh.'' I let out shocked. Neville's still staring at me, completely gobsmacked at finding me in his room. I drop my eyes to the ground and suddenly become fully aware that I'm only wearing one of his old shirts. ''Oh!'' I let out again.

I look back up again, completely flustered. I must get out of here. ''Well, I just came here to pick up my wand.'' I wave it at him causing it to spray red sparks. I quickly stop waving it.

''Nicetoseeyoudoyoumindmetakingashowerlater?No?Okt hatissetIwillllseeyouinabit. OhanyideawhereIcangetbreakfast?Youknowwhatnevermin d,Iwillfinditmyself. Okbye.'' I hurry out of his room and dart back in mine. I walk to the mirror and find my face completely red. This is so unconvenient.

I took my time getting ready after our awkward meeting, trying to stall the moment of having to see Neville again. But after having tied and retied my shoelaces two times I thought it'd be time to face him.

''Morning!'' I said, faking a bright smile as I walked in the room. Neville didn't look up from his paper. ''Morning'' he said. ''Great.'' I thought, ''this is going to be a nice day.''

''Did you have breakfast already?'' I ask him. Neville got up and shook his head. ''No, I decided to wait for you, since you made clear you didn't know where to go, even though you've had breakfast, lunch & dinner there for 7 years.'' Oh. my. Godric. I was going to see the Great Hall! I had to surpress a squeal.

''Oh yes, of course. Silly me! It must be this concussion!'' I laugh. Neville looks at me like I'm crazy, but his face also has a bemused impression. I scowl. ''Oh, just stop it. Show me, OK?'' Neville laughs and opens the door that leads to the hallways. ''After you, ma'am.''

I cannot believe I'm actually walking here. I'm walking in Hogwarts, next to one of my favorite characters who seems to be a lot more handsome than described in the books.

I shiver. It must be winter here too, it was always described how cold it was at Hogwarts in the winter.

''Neville?''

''Hmm?''

''I can't seem to remember what date it is... Everything's just a blur.'' I tell him.

''Well, I am exactly the right person to ask, right?'' he jokes. ''Let me think.''

Neville stops walking and counts on his fingers. I laugh on the inside, he's doing exactly the same thing I always do when counting is needed.

He looks up and I try to look as serious as possible. Apparently a failed attempt.

''What are you laughing at?''

I decide to be honest with him. ''It's just, I do the same thing, when trying to figure out what date it is, or when I need to count.'' I move my fingers in front of his face. ''These are my best friends.''

He laughs. ''Well, so are mine. They just helped me figure out that it's the 22nd of December.''

I start walking again. ''Hmm, so it's almost Christmas!''

Neville nods. ''You doing anything special for Christmas?'' he asks me.

''Not that I know of. I mean, I don't think I had plans, I'll have to check my schedule.'' I answer with a shrug. ''You?''

''My nan asked me over for Christmas dinner, and Harry and Ginny invited me for their Christmas party the day after.''

''Sounds like fun!'' I say enthusiastically.

''I think it will be, Harry and Ginny's party at least. Not sure about Nan's dinner though. She's a wonderfull witch, but her cooking ain't the best.''

We laugh and continue walking. When we round another corner I see two huge open doors, leading into the famous Great Hall. I really have to force myself not to run towards it and hug the walls.

''Charlotte? Are you listening?'' Neville asks.

I nod absentmindedly. ''No, you are not.'' he says.

I force myself to listen to Neville. He has taken care of me this long. I sigh and turn to face Neville.

''I'm sorry. What were you saying?''

''I asked you if you wanted to come with me to Harry and Ginny's party?'' he asked again.

''I'd love to. Sounds like fun.'' I smile. ''Could we have breakfast now, though?'' and as on queue my stomach rumbles.

We both laugh again and enter the Great Hall. It's even more breathtaking that I had imagined.

''The students have already returned home?'' I ask Neville as I notice there aren't that many students walking around.

He nods in response. All the tables are empty, except for the Ravenclaw table, which has only a few students sitting at it. I note they're from different houses. There's a blond girl from Ravenclaw, along with a boy, who seems a bit older than she is, with brown hair. They're playing a game of wizarding chess.

Then there's a redheaded Hufflepuff girl who's having a discussion of some sort with two boys from Gryffindor.

There's another boy, a Hufflepuff, who's talking to a girl from Slytherin. The girl's listening to him with fascination and doesn't notice her fellow housemate is staring daggers at the boy from Hufflepuff.

The redheaded Hufflepuff notices us, and waves at us. Neville waves back.

''Are they your students?'' I ask him curiously.

''Yes, they are. The girl who just waved at me is Katie Lovegood, she's a natural at Herbology, but often thinks there are plants that don't excist. Must be her blood, she reminds me of Luna a lot.''

I look at the girl who's now waving her hands in the air like she's trying to get rid of some bugs. Neville follows my gaze. ''Must be the wrackspurts.'' I tell him in a serious voice.

Neville chuckles at my joke. Neville stops at the end of the Gryffindor table and sits down. I hesitate. ''Aren't you supposed to be sitting at the teacher's table?''

''I think I am, but I can't let my guest sit here all by herself? Besides, there are only a few teachers I can get along with and they're not here yet.'' Neville pulls a face.

I sit down next to him and admire the food that has just appeared in front of us. I decide to have a few pieces of toast and a glass of pumpkin juice. I eagerly place the goblet to my lips and take a sip. I try to taste every flavour the juice offers, but I only come up with one: sweet. It's very sweet, not what I had expected, I thought it would be more like orange juice.

I put back the goblet and start on my toast, not noticing the pair of curious eyes on us. After I finished my toast I look back at Neville, who was eating his last piece of toast.

''So, you stay here all the time?'' I ask him.

Neville shakes his head and swallows. ''No, not all the time. Only for Christmas break. I've got a cottage somewhere in the country where I stay during summer. It has a big garden, and I don't have any neighbors so I can plant as many magical plants I want.''

''That's nice, I'd love to see it sometime. I adore cottages.'' I tell him. Neville smiles and nods. ''Yeah, you should come over somewhere in the summer.''

I look back at the food that's stalled out in front of us and decide my stomach isn't quite satisfied and fill my bowl with cereals.

''I wish I wouldn't have to leave you alone, but I've got some things to discuss with Professor McGonagall. Do you think you could entertain yourself for a bit?'' Neville said as we walk out of the Great Hall.

I almost said no, but I remembered I was supposed to know my way around Hogwarts and I also knew that if I'd object Neville would get all worried and he wouldn't leave my side till the end of the day.

Instead of saying no, I said: ''Sure! I will just wander around the castle, reliving the good oll times!''

Neville nodded slowly. ''Yes, the good old times.'' He said just as slowly. I could see his brain working things out as he watched me. ''Well, I'm off! I'll see you later.'' He smiled and turned around.

Alone again, now where to start? I decided to just do what I said I'd do: wander around and hope I won't get lost.

A/N I haven't written in so long! And I feel so sad, because this sorry has got to be one of my favourites. Who wouldn't want to end up in Potterverse, right? I'll be trying to upload new chapters more frequent now. It feels good to be writing again. I have so many fun ideas for Strange Situations. I'm not sure if I will continue it under this title though, but since I'm really lazy I might just leave it this way. I've reread the first two chapters and apart from some minor spelling/grammar mistakes, it seems ok.

So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think of it, I love reading reviews!