A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile, since Wednesday, but I do have the excuses to back them up! I had to do homework that I didn't have to do, the water at my house went out so I had to watch some guy dig up the well, and I went dress shopping with my sister and brother-in-law for the upcoming court warming. I think I'm even bought the dress yesterday! Well, I'm for one glad I don't have school today: I can give all of my beloved readers a longer chapter than Chapter 5!
P.S.- Does anyone else think it's weird that the day after I write about Tyler having a crush on Luna, he tells me he has a girlfriend? Grr, I should go all mutant squirrel on him like I did in biology…anyway, here's the chapter all of you have been waiting for!
When I finally woke up, I was in a large room with many white beds lined up next to each other—I was on one of them—and it smelled similar to a hospital; I immediately knew that I was in the infirmary of Hogwarts. Hogwarts. Hogwarts! I sat up abruptly in my bed and tried to look around more clearly, but I couldn't see anything clearly; my glasses were gone! I started to get up, when all of a sudden, an older looking woman with brown eyes, and graying hair appeared at my side and stopped me.
"No, no, miss! You must stay in bed! The medicine I gave you hasn't had time to work yet!" She pulled out her wand and raised the bed so that I could sit back comfortably and, I'm sorry to say, I stared like a mad woman at the black wooden stick.
"I-I, what's wrong with me?" I asked, still eyeing the wand and stuttering a bit.
"Oh, you just happened to bang your head when you fainted, nothing major, but Professor Dumbledore wanted me to make sure that you were in perfect condition." I raised my hand to my head in frustration; how did I get here? Why did Fred and Luna come to my school? Why must my head feel like it's being hammered every day?
"How long have I been out?"
"Oh, I don't know, how long have you had that headache?" My eyes widened.
"Um, since before I fainted, before I even arrived here, actually." At the sound of the door opening, I looked up and saw Dumbledore, along with someone else, but I couldn't tell who it was.
"Well, Madame, maybe Miss Lacey's headache would feel better if she had her glasses on." I turned to the little table next to my bed and I blushed. There they were.
Putting them on, I said, "Hi." As the two newcomers came closer, I realized that Dumbledore was accompanied by Fred, who was looking quite sheepish.
"Hello, my dear," the older man said, shooing Madame Pomfrey and sitting in her spot. "Mr. Weasley and Miss Lovegood told me their stories, but I want yours." I raised my eyebrows, but I told him nonetheless.
"Well, I went to school on Monday and I met my tall red-headed friend in my Apparel class, the next day, I met Luna in my advanced English class. I didn't think twice when they tried to hide some type of object, which I assume was a portkey, and then we all landed in the Great Hall." I felt like I should've said more, more about the book series and the movies, but I didn't.
"Yes, Miss Lacey, indeed you traveled here via portkey. That was all Mr. Weasley's doing, but instead of punishing him, I am deciding to praise him. Not many students can make a portkey, and I've never met anyone who could make one to transport you to a different dimension, let alone bring you back as well." I can guarantee that my jaw was on the ground with shock. "Also, Miss Lacey—"
"I'm sorry for interrupting, but please call me Kristin." Dumbledore smiled.
"Alright, Kristin, I believe there is something you're not telling us, about us."
I sighed. "You'd be right. In my—dimension, there is a book series about, well, about you, about Hogwarts, about magic. In particular, it's about Harry Potter's life. I don't know if the same things happened here, but if it did, then I know exactly what will happen in the years to come." I looked at both Dumbledore and Fred, they looked as if that was the last thing they expected to come out of my mouth. "It's true! Fred, when you first met Kaitlin, didn't it seem like she didn't like you?"
"Yes, I found that quite unnerving, why didn't she like me?" I blinked at the new accent coming out of his mouth.
"Well, later, someone should explain the accent thing to me, and Fred, it's not that she didn't like you, it's that she agreed with me that you looked exactly like Fred Weasley and she couldn't understand why. I didn't understand why. Until now."
"Kristin, this is Harry Potter's third year, tell me something I already know," Dumbledore said.
"Well, several dementors have been recruited from Azkaban to guard Hogwarts from the escaped murderer, Sirius Black." It felt immorally wrong for me to call him a murderer, but at this point in time, I was the only one who knew of his innocence.
His eyebrows rose. "You are correct, Kristin, but I would like to ask you one last question before I leave. Is there any magic in your dimension?"
"Of course, there's the magic of love, the magic of life, and the magic of knowledge, but I doubt that's what you meant. We have no magic magic in my dimension, although people like to think there is, such as the wonderful woman who wrote the Harry Potter series." Dumbledore nodded and quickly left the room, leaving me alone with Fred.
"So…" Fred looked as if he couldn't find the right words to say. "What do you know about me?"
I smiled. "You told me a lot about yourself in Health yesterday, was it yesterday? I feel kind of bad that you didn't get to prank anyone, you would've been known in Maplewood's history forever!"
He smirked. "Who said I didn't prank anyone?" I laughed as I realized why he was in Miss Slake's classroom so early yesterday.
"Okay, spill. What'd you do?" His brown eyes lit up with excitement.
"Well, I put something called 'glue' all over her chair so that she doesn't move and when she screams for help, a bucket of honey will fall over her head." I laughed even harder.
"Aww, it's too bad we won't be able to watch! Dang! Maybe you and George could try that with a teacher here, then we could see it!" Fred shot me a look that said "how the hell do you know my brother's name?"
"How—"
"Fred, I told you, I read the entire series from when Harry started Hogwarts to when he—when he finished Hogwarts. I know way more about the magical world than the average muggle."
"Ah, but the question is, are you a muggle?" I turned to see that Dumbledore was standing in the doorway.
"Well—"
"You may have been a muggle in your dimension because everyone was, here you might have magical properties, we need to go." He helped me up and directed me to my shoes, which I hastily put on.
"Dumbledore, were are you going?" Fred asked, concern in his eyes.
"Going?" Madame Pomfrey immediately stepped into the room. "Professor, this young lady is in no shape to be going anywhere!" Before she could do anything, Dumbledore grabbed my hand and I had the sensation of sliding down an enclosed itty bitty kid's slide, like I couldn't breath. In a fashionable pop! we arrived in a dark room with shelves and shelves of boxes, as well as a banged up counter. He apparated us into Ollivander's!
"Am I really going to get a wand?" I was excited and nervous; millions of people would love to be where I am now, millions! The only downside would be if I couldn't use magic, the Accio charm would really come in handy!
"Of course, whether it be a regular one, or a custom one." He rang the bell on the counter and this old man with silver hair popped out from behind the counter.
"Wand time? Ah, miss, you should've come earlier! I'm all out and making new ones!" He looked over at Dumbledore for the first time. "Professor Dumbledore, sir, it's nice to see you!"
"You, as well Mr. Ollivander. Do you remember the wand I had you make a couple of years ago? I would like to see it, if you would mind getting out."
"Yes, yes, right away, sir." He hurried to the back of the store, knocking a couple of empty boxes out of the way. Dumbledore immediately turned to me.
"This wand is special and unique in at least two ways. The wood is made out of an uncommon type of wood, dogwood, to be exact. That is your state tree, correct?" I nodded, wondering how he knew my home state was Missouri. "And the core, I'm sure you'll recognize as an Articuno feather?" I gasped and almost stopped breathing.
Some people may not know, but an Articuno is a Pokemon, a legendary Pokemon, in fact. It's a blue phoenix-like bird with ice and flying abilities; for some reason it has always had some type of effect on me. For instance, the night before I took my permit, I was practically crying out of nervousness when I finally went to sleep and had a dream about it coming to me on a balcony, telling me that to fly I had to be calm and take deep breaths. I was about to try to fly, but then Draco Malfoy pushed me out of the way and tried to throw Hermione off of the balcony!
"Dumbledore, I—this is—are-are Pokemon real?"
He smiled and his blue eyes twinkled. "Not here, but in another dimension. It took quite a long time for me to find such a rare creature." At this time, Ollivander had returned and was holding out a grayish wand that I guessed to be about ten inches long.
"Here you are, miss." I slowly lifted it from his hands and instantly it was as if a jolt of electricity ran up my arm. I waved it like Daniel Radcliffe did in the first movie and what seemed like fireworks appeared. I can use magic; I'm eligible to go to Hogwarts. Well, I'm sure Potions can't be as bad as Apparel.