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Troll In The Dungeon

After Charms, I sat down in a corner, and told myself, think! And then I remembered what happens next: The troll in the loo.

I spotted Harry and Ron in the middle of the crowded corridor (because I could see Ron's ginger hair) and sneaked up behind them.

But then I remembered another thing; I was supposed to cry. I pinched myself so hard, tears welled up in my eyes. Great, I thought to myself. Now all we have to do is to wait for rat boy here to say, "She's a nightmare, honestly."

"...She's a nightmare, honestly," that pathetic red-head shrugged.

Now! I bumped into Harry on purpose and ran for my life.

The Halloween feast was supposed to start about a few hours later, so I ran and ran and ran until I was too exhausted and bumped into an old man wearing a deep blue robe with silver stars on it. Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore- I mean, professor Dumbledore," I panted breathlessly. "What's up- uh, hello."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Good greetings, Ms. Granger. What brings you here?"

I spun around and found out I was standing in front of the headmaster's office.

"Professor... Dumbledore. Look. I need to talk to you. In private." I shook my head. "It's ...urgent."

Dumbledore stroked his silvery-white beard and nodded. "Very well, Ms. Granger. Follow me."

I did as I was told and the old headmaster said, "Sherbet Lemon." The big ugly gargoyle in front of us swung open and revealed a spiral staircase. I gasped, amazed.

After the long walk up the stairs, we finally reached the headmaster's office.

"Take a seat, Ms. Granger. Make yourself comfortable." Dumbledore stroked Fawkes the Phoenix. It was a beautiful creature. It even reminded me of Katniss Everdeen's dress in Catching Fire... Just sayin'.

"What's seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked calmly. The room was warm and cozy. It was dimly lit by candles, and there were dusty wooden bookshelves everywhere. On top of Dumbledore's head were moving portraits of former headmasters of Hogwarts, staring at us creepily with their heads up. A chill went up my spine although I was next to the blazing fireplace.

"Actually..." I took a deep breath. "I'm not Hermione Granger."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "Are you not, Ms. Granger?"

"No. I'm not Hermione. I... I'm Rachel. I don't belong here. I was reading my Harry Potter book at night and then... This... tornado jumped out of the book and I... just got here! Then I discovered I was Hermione Granger and I was like, Say what?! what's happening?! And.. I need help! Like, am I supposed to stick with the original plot or not? When can I go home? I'm not a witch, I'm a freaking muggle!"

Dumbledore held his hand up and I stopped.

"Please, do calm down, Ms. Granger but not Ms. Granger," Dumbledore lifted his half-moon spectacles. "So you're saying, that you are not a witch but you know about the Wizard World. Is that correct?" The moving portraits on the wall glared at me, as if I was a wanted criminal or something. Puh-lease, I wanted to say. I have no clue how I'm a freaking witch either.

I nodded, looking down at my feet.

Dumbledore frowned. "In that case, I'll have to contact the Ministry Of Magic. I'm very sorry indeed, but the law is the law," He sighed. "Do you have any idea who told you about the Wizarding world?"

"Please, Harry Potter is fictional in my world. In reality. It's a book series by J.K. Rowling-"

"J.K. Rowling? As in Joanne Kathleen Rowling?" Dumbledore asked, looking surprised.