Chapter 2

The minute she woke up Marianne knew something was strange, she didn't opened her eyes but furrowed her eyebrows while she thought about the reason she was confused. After all the last memory of the day before was the Intro of the CSI: Miami series and that meant that she should have woken up with back pain and cold feet, because that was what always happened when she slept on the couch. Instead she woke up feeling warm and nestled inside thick blankets, strange even her queen sized bed in her bedroom didn't feel this divine.

When she finally opened her eyes she nearly had a heart attack, she was lying in a unfamiliar four-poster bed with light blue ceiling. What the HELL? With a jarring movement she sat up in the queen sized bed, where the hell was she and what had happened the night before?
Before Marianne could think further a sudden crack sounded through the room, the young woman nearly fell out of the bed and could only prevent that painful experience through grabbing the right poster to stop the fall in the last minute. Safe! Was the only thought that raced through her mind for a second before she turned her attention back to the more than generously sized room in which she had woken up, anxiously Marianne looked around to find the origin of the sound.

"Young Mistress is awake, is Mistress wanting Trilly to make breakfast?" the houseelf, HOUSEELF asked timidly.

Marianne felt flabbergasted for a second before all the tension fell off of her, she was still dreaming.

With a mental shoulder shrug she cleared her throat and said, "Yes please, but could I have it here please, I don't feel too well today."

"Oh no, should Trilly call the healer, is Mistress needing anything? Oh of course Mistress is needing breakfast! Bad Trilly!" the clearly female houseelf said.

To prevent the imagination from calling an imaginary healer Marianne said awkwardly, "Eh, no I don't think I need a healer I will just rest today."

"As young Mistress whishes!" and with a plop the houseelf was gone.

Leaning back Marianne took a deep breath, okay she had no idea how this happened but she was in some weird Harry Potter fantasy. One thing was sure the young woman would wake up in the next morning on her couch with back pain and cold feet and would laugh about her imagination.

Oh well since I'm here I'll just enjoy this, was Marianne's next thought, who was she to protest if her imagination sent her here? And with a grin she laid back and relaxed while she waited for Trilly to bring her breakfast. During that time her eyes wandered over the furniture of her dream room. There were two doors side by side, a desk in front of one window as well as a bookshelf that covered the majority of the wall across from her, huh apparently the persona she had dreamed herself into was a bookworm. Her gaze then fell on a book on her bedside table. Grinning she took it into her hands and opened it. It was a potion text and while Marianne leaved through it her brain felt strange. It was as if she knew this information already, when she caught herself thinking about the potions essay that she would have to write for her summer work, she grew even more confused, were dreams always this elaborate?

Her musings were interrupted when Trilly reappeared with a tray on which she found a full continental breakfast with a side of eggs and bacon. Hungrily Marianne ate the delicious meal. Okay this had to be a dream, she thought, after all she had never tasted anything this delicious before in her life. When she was finished the dishes and tray vanished in seconds. Just like every morning was Marianne's afterthought.
Okay wait, just like every morning? Feeling a bit freaked out Marianne concentrated on herself.
What's my name? Marianne.
How old am I? Twenty four, fourteen,… Huh?
What am I? Primary school teacher; witch, Hogwarts student,…

For a moment Marianne could only gape while her thoughts jumped up and down, what the hell? Yes she loved fanfictions but that didn't mean that she had ever created a character that she wanted to BE! She was leaving that to the more talented writers on the side, was her subconsciousness telling her something?

'Huh my imagination must be stronger than I thought but on the other hand it IS kind of understandable that my mind made this dream self younger, after all a twenty four year old can't go to Hogwarts!' Marianne mused to herself before shrugging with her shoulders, this wouldn't change the fact that she would wake up sometime soon.

Having reassured herself the young woman in a teenager's body explored more of the persona that she was in this dreamscape. Her dreamscape family consisted out of a four years older brother and a father, her mother was deceased. Oh and apparently she was a Hufflepuff.

Her curiosity somewhat satisfied, Marianne got out of bed to explore a little bit, one door led into a nice sized bath with a bathtub, shower and basin, everything in white and gold while the second door led to her own walk in closet. Fascinated the blue eyed let her hands glide through the high quality clothes, there were some very pretty dresses between them. Turning around Marianne discovered the shoe rack, with some quick steps she made her way over to the other half of the room when something in the floor length mirror on her right side let her come to an abrupt halt.

Disbelieving Marianne let her hands glide through her hair, that shouldn't be possible another look down her body let her do a double take, this was REALLY strange, before her in the mirror stood a blonde haired teenager with large breasts. That wouldn't have perplexed her so much because a blonde with large breasts was as stereotypical as you could get. No, that wasn't it; it was the fact that said blonde with large breasts also had belly rolls. And not the cute kind that someone could coo over, no she had about twenty to twenty five pounds more than what was healthy and her face was also slightly pudgy.

Weird.

Unsure what to think of this Marianne picked out one of the summer dresses hanging in the closet, which was apparently her favorite as her brain happily informed her. With a few brushes her hair was fixed for a day and she was ready to explore.
Before she left her room Marianne summoned Trilly once more and asking after Michael, her brother and Thomas, her father. The houseelf informed her that they were at a friend's place and work respectively and unavailable at the moment, shrugging her shoulders the now blonde cautiously opened the door to her bedroom and then made her way leisurely down the hall to explore this dreamscape home. During said exploring more and more dream memories hit her. Her imagination really had outdone itself this time, Marianne thought while she carefully traced an exquisite piece of furniture, everything was so detailed and had the right textures. Even her memories of this dream persona were unbelievingly real, right down to her food preferences and school grades!

And as the day went by things just got weirder and weirder, she remembered a childhood in these halls and how it got lonely after her mother died when the blonde witch was nine years old. Strange.
The character traits were pretty much the same both Mariannes were shy and socially awkward, had a good but distant relationship to their co-workers, fellow students. But while the older Marianne was certain about her parents' disinterest, the witch's father loved her. Thomas Abbott just didn't knew what to do with a girl and so she had been raised mostly by the houseelves, who completely adored her while her father concentrated more on the outgoing son that would be family head after him.

Dinner that evening just happened like it apparently always did and Marianne went to bed convinced that she would wake up back home on her couch with backache and cold feet. But that never happened. She woke up again and again and again in this four poster bed until she had to admit defeat. Why wasn't she waking up? And why did everything feel so real? Marianne wasn't sure how to deal with this, after all this couldn't be real; she couldn't have landed in the Harry Potter world! And even if she had, what would have been the catalyst, in nearly every fanfiction she had ever read was a REASON for why that person landed in this or that body, so what the hell?

Marianne was so engrossed in her thoughts while walking down the stairs that she missed the next step and tumbled down the stair case. She felt immensely dizzy and of kilter when she heard somebody shout surprised. Michael was suddenly kneeling in front of her, his form was slightly blurry.

Marianne whined slightly before she let out a miserable, "Ouch.".

The primary school teacher in a witch's body felt how the young wizard cautiously grabbed her behind her back and under her knees and he lifted her into his arms, in spite of her extra weight. The next thing she remembered was that she was carried in a white room and somebody held a wand to her head and that whatever that person did, it STUNG.

Surprised she cried out a bit, Michael was at her side in an instant and finally he was not blurry anymore, "Are you okay Marianne?"

"Head hurts" she replied tiredly, Merlin she was tired.

"No wonder, you tumbled down the stairs and now have a strong concussion. I have reversed most effects but you will have a splitting headache for another hour before you can take this potion. I recommend you rest and don't do anything for the rest of the day!" the grey haired wizard beside her brother told her.

On her other side her father was hovering and sending her worried looks. After answering all of the healer's questions he discharged her. Nodding and thanking the healer Marianne was escorted back home by her brother but not before her father gave her a cautious hug as to not jostle her head too much. Michael hovered for the rest of the day at her side and even kissed her forehead when he left her to sleep, which strangely enough made her feel very happy.

Shortly before she fell asleep Marianne came to the final decision that yes, this was quite real and she could get hurt or killed if she did something stupid. In the state only a moment away from sleep Marianne contemplated her current situation and the repercussions that would come with it. After listening into herself she came to the conclusion that no, she didn't feel the need to go back to her old non magical life, there was nobody waiting for her and her parents, as harsh as it sounded would maybe a bit sad for some time but then would continue on with their lives just as before.

Furthermore she liked the scenario she was now living in, not only was this a dream come true for a Harry Potter fan like her, she was going to be a part of the universe and experience it for herself but to be honest, this loving family thing seemed to be really nice too.