In the warm breeze of the mid summer evening laughter could be heard from the castle that night. Hogwarts was hosting the seventh years graduation ceremony and after party for the seventh year students and families.
The party was still going on when in the silhouetted shadow on the grounds a girl walked out slowly of the entrance. When she looked back at the castle to see that no one had followed her she ran to the white tomb of the old headmaster.
She lay by the side of the pure stone tomb of Albus Dumbledore and watched the sun descend in its orange heaven to the horizon. Her red house t-shirt went very well with the sky colour she realised before she closed her eyes to focus on the sun on her face and lower arms, as the sleeves were short, before the last minuets of the day time of her last day at school came to an end.
She could hear the birds and other animals, magical and ordinary, in the forest behind her: The Quiver of an arrow being let loose for its bow in the arms of a centaur; the rustle of leaves as a thestral scoured the woodland for food; and all the other things she could in the almost silence.
A little later though she felt something change. Realising that there were voices surrounding her was well not unusual but then she realised that the cool granite that had been behind her left ear and back that she had rested on was now a comfortable softness of a bed and pillow. She was lying down, not sitting upright and with a moment her eyes snapped open.
Looking slowly to the side, wondering if she had just been brought to a room but when she looked to the side she saw two men she did not know in attire of tunics, trousers, armour, with bows and arrows on their backs and swords at their hips that did not suit the modern age she lived in.
As she sat up the men, who had been in deep discussion, turned to look at her.
Men in the loosest definition of the word, however: Humanoid is probably a better word for them as both from their faces looked quiet exotic looking. They had slanted eyes and angular faces, their movement matched their looks as they moved sharply at the quiet sound of her getting up. One of them however was even stranger as he had dark blue fur growing all over his body the other had brown hair, which matched his eyes, only on his head.
"Good morning," greeted the more, well the only word she could think of was, normal of the two. "How are you?"
"I'm…," she said slowly, finding out how she felt. "Alright, but where am I and what happened?"
"I think that would be better explained when we see who you are."
"Who I am?" she asked as he gestured for her to get up off the crib.
"Yes," he replied as he escorted her with the other humanoid, which if J.'s world she would have called an elf or at least similar if he didn't have the fur, out of the tent and through a maze of other similar tents to, what she believed, was a central tent.