I was losing consciousness. I didn't like the sound of that. So, I tried to concentrate on feeling my surroundings, using my senses to their limits. Then, I heard familiar barks coming down the hill. Mimi and Perdy. I tried to scream but my voice was hoarse.

I waited, listening until their barks were closer to my location. I smiled; I knew they would find me. A few seconds passed and I could see them in between my heavy eye lids, whinnying. I knew they were worried, even if they couldn't identify color, they could smell my blood and so could any other animal. This was bad.

"Mimi…Perdy..." I called them gently. My dogs' eyes twinkled. Mimi walked to my left and grabbed my left sleeve, pulling me. I knew she wanted me to get up. I knew I wasn't save here. Montana wilderness had its dangers, bears, wolves even deers. Using my adrenaline and ignoring the pain, I stood up, following Mimi and Perdy, as they grabbed my sleeves, forcing me to keep up. I left them to guide me, I trusted them. I knew that they would lead me to a street, which I was hoping would not be far.

15 minutes of slow pacing and I ended on a clearing. Well more like a park. You could see the swings and a little further, a neighborhood. It was a funny neighborhood. Their houses didn't look American, or from Montana. They even look old, well with an old style. The whole street was clear of pines and mountains. Weird.

It was quiet, too quiet. It gave me the creeps. I walked closer to the sidewalk holding my weight, well trying, with the help of Mimi and Perdy. I felt bad for them. Even though they were big dogs, I knew I was heavy. I tried to look for any sign of a car. But the street was dead. Was it that late? Or maybe this neighborhood was an elderly community.

As I saw no car or pretty much no one and my pain was starting to blacken my view, I looked around for a bench. I knew I was bleeding a lot from my forehead. I could see the blood drops as I stumbled on the sidewalk. Then I slightly crash with a street sign. I winced in pain, hugging the metal pole. I looked up and cleaned my face from the blood to see clearly. "Pivet Drive… Little Whinging…" I whisper to myself, reading the street sign. Well that doesn't sound like Montana. Did I cross to North Dakota or something? No, last time I checked, Columbia Falls is not by the border of the state. "Pivet Drive, Little Whinging…" I repeated confused. What a weird name….yet familiar…somehow.

"Meow…" I was interrupted by a cat lazily walking my way. I glanced at my dogs and their serene reaction. That's weird, it's a cat they normally-

"Meow…" the cat purred again.

I looked at the cat and it stared at me back. Weird cat…But I couldn't finish my thoughts, my knees had crash towards the concrete of the sidewalk and my left side cheek embraced the rough and cold surface of the street. It hurt everywhere, I was dizzy. As I lost my consciousness I could see a lady, a grey hair lady running towards me, before I completely blacked out.

I'm cold. No, I'm freezing. I really want some hot chocolate or jasmine tea. My muscles are screaming at me in pain, my forehead feels cold and I'm dizzy. Ugh, I need a bathroom, I want to throw up. My eye lids feels so heavy but I can hear some blurs.

"You found her on the street, you say?" said a deep wise voice.

I can feel the footsteps approaching and I listen an old female voice "Well, Mr. Paws found her. The poor girl was barely standing and then she just collapsed. There was so much blood. She had a deep gash on her forehead".

"And you didn't see anyone" asked the wise voice again.

"No one" she explained softly to the other voice.

"I see, thank you Arabella" the wise voice sounded sincere.

Some footsteps are retreating but my mind focuses on trying to feel my fingers and my toes. I ordered my body to lift my eye lids but they refused. So, I focus on feeling my back. Bad idea, my back feels so sore, like it's been squashed by the weight of a buffalo. I switched my focus on my legs, another terrible idea. My legs are completely numb. I tried again on my eye lids, and this time my command was obeyed. I blinked slowly, scare, that I might meet a strong light, but surprisingly the light wasn't that strong. I blinked gently, my blurry vision revealing to me a plain ceiling. I noticed that there must be a lamp somewhere… that explains the soft lighting. I blinked a few times, adjusting my eye sight.

Where am I? I was at the back yard then I fell…

I slowly stood up, holding the bed sheets, looking for Mimi and Perdy.

Where are they? I winced in pain, my back was still hurting.

"Now, now gently and slowly miss" I hear that wise voice again. I turned around to face the owner of such voice that was sitting on a beige armchair. I blinked a few times adjusting my eyes. He looks familiar. Like from a dream or story. Then, it clicked.

Is this a dream? I looked at myself. My white robe, is not white anymore but dirty black brown. I had mud and grass on my sleeves. I touched my neck and I felt mud on the collar of the robe. Heck, I had mud stuck on my back. My robes were also wet. That explains why I'm cold. Then I touched my forehead, I was waiting to find some blood, but I felt nothing. But, I was bleeding… oh maybe he used some healing spells on me…w-wait that's impossible, magic doesn't exist. This MUST be a dream. Or a show with a hidden camera, like in MTV. Yeah that's probably it. I looked around the room slowly, looking for a clue that I was inside a Hollywood stage. If this is a studio, the producer sure did a heck of a job. This place looks real. The walls, the paint, the bedroom, even the floor. There's no way an MTV show would spend so much on a prank show. Could they? Actually, they could. Ugh, but I'm not in the mood for this. I'm exhausted. All I want is to go home. Nana and grandpa must be worried sick. Nana probably called the cops…or she could be waiting on stage right this instant enjoying every minute of this show. I gasped. Oh, god, what if she planned this? No, that's impossible. Samantha Bennett Garcia. I scolded myself. Nana would never do such a thing, besides grandpa would have stopped her. I'm the worst. Anyway, I still need to go home, so I'm sorry Oprah, Ellen DeGeneres or Ashton Kutcher or whoever is hosting this show, but I need to get home. Nana must be frantic.

"Forgive me for interrupting your thoughts, but may I just say, that's some extraordinary gift you have in there" he interrupted me from my disturbed mind.

Huh? Gift? I glanced at the actor, confusion taking over my features. Oh, whao, he's good. He actually sounds like him. I didn't know MTV would hire the same actor from the movies. They really do take these pranks shows seriously.

"Now then…" He took some stick from his long gray robes and flicked it slightly, making a glass water float towards me. I stared wide eyed at the glass of water. I looked around, trying to find the green screen they use for special effects. I searched again. Okay, maybe it has some strings attached. I glanced around the glass of water, searching carefully for its ability to defy gravity. No strings. Okay, maybe it's a digital image that's being projected. Cautiously, I reached towards the glass of water, preparing my hand to go through the glass. But it didn't. I gripped it gently. Whoa.

"T-Thank you…I stuttered still in shock. This is real. Slowly, I gulped the water down my dry throat. It was refreshing. But my mind was too confused.

"I assume you're wondering why you are here and frankly, I am wondering the same question myself" he spoke politely but sternly, like a judge.

"I don't know…" I unconsciously whispered, too shocked to realize my surroundings or his question.

All I could think about was how I managed to find myself inside Harry Potter books, in some house in Pivet Drive, speaking to Albus Dumbledore. I sound completely and utterly insane. How could such a thing happen? It's like Back to the future movies or Oz the great and powerful. Oh no. This is too insane! Okay, okay, Sam breathe.

I closed my eyes. I concentrated on breathing. I took a deep breath then I gently let it out. I took another one.

1. You are a rational living being. 2. The last time you checked you were healthy as a horse and you never had deep psychological issues. 3. My clothes were dirty from the fall. 4. I'm not bleeding but my body still remembers the pain. 5. A glass water zoomed towards me, with no strings attached. 6. Dumbledore's eyes spoke sincerely.

I opened my eyes and I glanced at the Hogwarts Headmaster. I don't know why I'm here, or how I got here, but if there's one person that I can trust is Professor Albus Dumbledore. Maybe he knows how I can go back. Maybe.

I took another deep breath and decided to feel my legs. As my feet touch the wooden floor, I staggered a bit, but I held myself from the mattress. When I felt myself stable on my feet I faced one of the wisest and most powerful wizards of the J.K. Rowling famous franchise. I took a deep breath.

"Um…Professor-" He raised his wrinkly pale hand in front of me.

"Very well, Miss Bennett, thank you." He stood from the armchair.

I gaped at the wizard confused and little mad. After I gained all that courage, I felt I've been slapped in my face. Wait, did he just say Bennett? How come he knows my last name?! …I sighed. Its Dumbledore, he can do anything. Even his name states it. He probably did a Legilimency spell on me. Ugh, if he did, then can he just read my mind and explore my memories? That would be easier than having to explain to him the truth. I wouldn't even know how to break it to him…Hey guess what, I'm from 2013 and last time I checked magic doesn't exist and neither do you, because you are just a literature character along with Harry Potter, Voldermort, Hogwarts and everyone you know….

Yeah, it's better if he can just read my mind, besides what if a death eater hears this. That can't be good.

"Forgive me if I appeared rude, however, there are times when leaving matters unspoken is perhaps the wisest choice." he paused, as if reasoning with himself.

I gaped at him. It really is Dumbledore.

"Miss Bennett, I'm afraid I can't give you the answers you seek. There are answers that are only reveal to those who ask them" he explained seriously.

So, I'm on my own then. Well, this isn't good. How am I supposed to find a way back home?

"Now then, I assume you'll be joining us next year. It would be a great honor to have someone with your skills and perhaps you may find what you seek" he spoke seriously, but with a sparkle in his eyes as if he had discovered a clue or a treasure.

Huh-he said what? "B-but, but I don't do magic." I stuttered nervously, while I shook my palms refusing the invitation. I can't do magic, worst, I don't even have money or my driver's license. I have no ID whatsoever. I don't think I can even get a job to earn a living here in England. Besides, a skill? What is he talking about? I can do a lot things but magic is definitely not on the list. Well, maybe he just figured out the rest of them.

I chuckled. Of course he did.

I sighed. At least I don't have to worry about them being expose, Dumbledore is good at keeping secrets. I'm actually relieved it was him who interrogated me.

"I think you underestimate yourself Miss Bennett, however, I can't make the decision for you. Do get some rest and do owl me when you have reach a conclusion" he softly interrupted my thoughts.

"But, but Professor I'm not…." I protested with concern evident in my face. He was offering me to be a student at Hogwarts, I'm honored but I don't know any magic, I have no money and I think I'm too old.

"Now then." he spoke gently. He flicked his wand slightly making some folded clothes appeared from the dresser and glided in the air towards me. "If you are feeling better, here are some extra clothes. I'm afraid yours are wet and we wouldn't want you on bed again" he chuckled.

I just stared at the folded clothes. I acknowledged for the second time, that I was in the Harry Potter books. I took the clothes on my hands.

"Thank you" I no longer stuttered.

"I certainly hope we meet again, Miss Bennett" he spoke sternly but his eyes were twinkling.

I glanced at him, he looked serious but you could see he was smiling in his eyes. With that, he walked away leaving me speechless, bewildered and extremely worried.

Now what?

I looked at the folded clothes. A worn out blue night gown that reach my ankles, some white underwear and a pair of grey socks. I looked at myself.

I was a mess and ugh I smelled horrible. On second thought, a shower sounded good.