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Alanna woke up without opening her eyes. I don't wan't to go to my aunt's. I want to die, she thought, considering whether it was worth it to throw herself out of the second floor window. She groaned and forced herself to open her eyes. Gasping at what she saw, she jumped out of the unfamiliar bed and looked wildly around. Where the hell am I?

The room that she was in had four other beds that were a deep rich shade of red with gold trim and they all had some sort of curtain pulled around them. Panicked, she looked around wildly for a way out. There were two doors and she ran to the first one, swinging it open. She almost ran straight into a bathroom. Skidding to a stop and turning around, she ran to the other door and flung herself out. She was in a hallway with several doors on either sides, but what she was focused on were the stairs at the end, she ran towards them as fast as she could and practically tripped down the stairs.

When she got to the bottom she gasped again at the sight of a large ancient-looking room with a rug with the same deep red and gold as the beds, several overstuffed chairs and couches and a fireplace which a few glowing embers exsisted. At the sound of her gasp a dark haired boy turned around momentarily to see who had come down, before looking back towards the fire. He double took and looked back at her, raising his eyebrows.

"Who are you and where the hell am I?" Alanna manged faintly, taking a few steps forward but still keeping her distance.

The boy raised his eyebrows even higher until they pretty much dissapeared into his messy black hair. "Are you kidding me?" He asked, grinning as he stood up. She could tell that he was probably almost a head taller than her, as she wasn't the tallest of her age, and now that he was facing her she could see that he had shining hazel eyes.

"What do you mean? Do I look like I'm effing kidding you? Who are you?" She repeated, strugglingto keep her anger in check as she answered his question.

He laughed, seeming to think this was all a big joke. "I dunno, Santa Claus?" He said sarcastically. "What year are you in?"

"What? I'm serious, where the hell am I?" She felt about ready to slap the boy.

"Have you been playing around with memory charms?" He asked, suddenly getting a little more serious. Alanna was suddenly reminded of Harry Potter. What the hell was this guy talking about? She suddenly had the urge to get out again. She ran towards another hallway but only ended up in front of a locked door, she swung around and ran straight into the boy, who she didn't even realize had followed her. Now his amused expression had changed slightly to a confused one.

"Err, were you looking for the passage out?" he raised his eyebrows and gestured to her left, to a slightly raised hole in the wall that was covered by wall on the other wall that she had obviously missed in her panic. She started towards the door without saying anything but he grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Is something wrong? Maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey... It's four O'Clock in the morning though, why are you awake?"

Alanna could have asked him the same question but she stopped paying attention after he mentioned the name Madame Pomfrey. That was definatley from Harry Potter. Pulling her arm out of his grip she said, "Tell me who thebloodyhell you are right now. Or I'll... I'll... do something." She finished lamely.

He humored her, "James Potter, nice to meet you. Now what's going on?" Alanna's eyes widened. No... this.. can't... Then she looked at him. Messy black hair, hazel eyes...

"No..."

"Yeah." He said, laughing again.

She wanted so much to believe she was in Hogwarts, she wanted to believe that this was James Potter in front of her, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. It was simply impossible. "Prove it," She said breathelessly.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Prove it." She repeated in a stronger voice. "Do a spell." He looked even more confused.

"Are you kidding?" He asked for the second time in their conversation. She gave him such an intense look that there was no mistaking how serious she was. Rolling his eyes slightly, he pulled out his wand and Alanna stopped hereself from gasping in shock. He looked in deep thought for a moment and then pointed his wand at a chocolate frog wrapper that someone had left on the floor near where they stood. He muttered something and suddenly a pure white kitten was in its place, looking around curiously. Alanna gasped and reached for the kitten. It hissed and ran under the couch. "Satisfied? Now, do you need to go to the Hospital Wing?"

"Er, no." Alanna managed, trying to keep a look of disbelief off of her face as she racked her brain for something to say. Dumbledore! She realized and said quickly. "Where's Professor Dumbledore's office?"

James glanced at his watch before speaking, "I'll show you. It's not too far. Just on the floor below us." He led the way out of the common room into a large hallway. Alanna was shocked to see that the pictures of people and animals were moving. She had read about them on countless occasions but the real thing was amazing. As was the spectacular architecture of the castle. For a few minutes neither person said anything and Alanna wondered what year James was in. He seemed to be somewhat sane and hadn't said anything rediculously egotistical yet and was most definately taller than her so she figured he was probably at least her age.

Finally he spoke, breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence. "So what year are you in? I haven't seen you around."

"Er..." She thought as they took another turn and finally went down a staircase. "I'm fifteen," She said evasively. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Really? Me too. That's odd... are you? Nevermind, this is it and I've gotta go wake some friends up." He grinned mischievously. "Two days ago the password was Treacle Tart, so that's probably what it is now. See you. Oh wait, what's your name again?"

"Alanna Reese. Bye. And thanks, I think..." She said the password to the gargoyle as James left and watched in amazement as it leapt away, revealing a moving staircase similar to a muggle escalator. She stepped on and knocked on the only door once she got to the top.

An old wise voice said, "Come in." Alanna was so shocked at how different the Headmaster's voice sounded in real life and made herself turn the handel and walk in. As she couldn't stop herself from taking a sharp intake of breathe at the sights. The first thing she noticed was that the Headmaster was wearing faded blue pajamas with stars and clouds on them. After she got over her shock over the Headmaster's apparel, she noticed all of the amazing gadgets and gizmos and the paintings of headmasters and headmistress' past which were either sleeping or pretending to in their frames. She bit her lip, trying not to stare and waited for the Headmaster to gesture to a seat in front of his desk.

"Hello, young lady, you are not a student here, am I correct?" She noticed that his hair was not completely gray, but there were a few streaks of auburn in it.

"N-no." She said in a shaky voice. The dreamlike feeling of terror she'd had since she awakened was beginning to dissapate and was being replaced by a very real feeling of terror, she wanted to go home, she wanted her parents and brother. Dumbledore's voice pushed the thought of her parents to the back of her mind as he spoke again.

"Ah, so tell me, what do you see when you look around?" Huh? What kind of question of that? She looked around before replying.

"A lot of unreal stuff... Moving pictures, the gargoyle was... alive..." She tried to sound totally oblivious to the world.

"You do not see a rundown old place?" He asked curiously. She shook her head.

Dumbledore pulled at his long beard thoughtfully. "How did you arrive here, may I ask? Tell me everything that's happened since your arrival."

"I don't know. I just woke up here in a room with lots of beds. I went down through a door into a large living room type place and there was a boy down there named James Potter and he brought me here." She left out some things but he nodded his head as he listened intently.

"Mister Potter? Yes, he would know the password." He chuckled softly then took out his wand. "Well, there must be a reason for your presence here. Please allow me to perform a simple spell on you. It won't hurt. It will simply tell me if you are capable of performing magic. In other words, if you are a witch." He raised the wand and Alanna closed her eyes. It felt like cold water was being poured on her and she gasped and opened her eyes, expecting to see herself sopping wet in freezing water, but found that she was entirely dry and getting back to her normal body temperature.

The Headmaster was nodding approvingly. "It appears, Miss Reese, that you are in fact a witch." Alanna felt the chills for a moment. How did he know her name? Had she told him?

Shaking her head, she asked slowly, "So what does that mean?"

"It means that you may be sorted and begin your wizarding education. Though it will take a while and some hard work for you to catch up with the others in your year. However, your family must be informed. Where is it that you live?"

Alanna suddenly got a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Er... Bath, but..." She stopped, thinking of how to word what she had no choice but to say.

"Yes?"

"When I went to sleep yesterday, it was September fifth, 2005." She quickly made up a story to excuse this comment. "I saw a calender in the room I was in before and it said..." C'mon, do the math... think! They started in '70 and James said he's fifteen... "1975... That can't be right, can it?"

The headmaster nodded gravely. "Ah, that is a predicament. Well then, I suppose you may have no choice at the moment. You will begin your education here and we will see if it's possible to get you back to your own time period. This is very odd. Very odd indeed..." He muttered the last two sentences to himself. "Well then, you might as well be sorted now. No reason to delay any longer." He stood and Alanna say his starry pajamas again. She knew if she was in any other situation she would laugh at the site but now she was far too worried.

The sorting hat looked unbelievably old and beaten but still looked like it would live on (if any inanimate object is ever really alive...) for ages to come. Dumbledore explained to her what was going to happen when the sorting hat was put on her head and everything about the four houses, and she found that it was exactly like the books. Briefly she wondered if JKRowling was a witch and figured she had to be as the hat was eased on to her head.

Hmm. That's odd. How do you know so much? Books? Interesing. Very interesting. Well, let's see here. Not Hufflepuff or Slytherin, you'd be an abysmal Slytherin.

"Thanks a lot," She muttered sarcastically to the hat, slightly annoyed that she was being insulted by an inanimate object. The Sorting Hat continued.

Either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. You are very bright. I'd say Ravenclaw, but you're very stubborn and act whimsically I can also see. And you've got courage, too bad it's hidden under so much doubt...

"Please Gryffindor then." She whispered.

"All right, Gryffindor it is!" The Hat proclaimed proudly. Alanna smiled for the first time in days and took her new Gryffindor robes from the headmaster with the hope that maybe her life was going to turn around.

In the original I had this general idea in two chapters but they were short so I wrote a sorta longer second chapter. Please review! I'll love you forever and I have cookies and muffins:D