You lived in London, had a great job and a loving family. You lacked nothing and eagerly welcomed a new day. In the evenings when your children had gone to bed you usually sat in your comfortable armchair with a book and warm tea made by your husband. Sometimes, however, you couldn't concentrate on reading, your thoughts drifted off somewhere far away. You didn't remember your childhood or the beginning of your adult life. Your oldest memories were when you were in your 20s. With your eyes, you saw people wearing colorful robes, a beautiful castle in which children probably studied, feasts together. You didn't know where you remembered it from, but you felt like you were there too. Only one thing didn't sit well with you - the use of wands and magic? After all, magic doesn't exist. Lately, these memories have been coming back to you more and more often. One day you heard the doorbell ring. You opened it and to your eyes appeared an elderly man with a long gray beard who was in a robe. You looked at him as if you knew him from somewhere, as if he appeared in your memories which were themselves a mystery to you. You invited him inside. He told you in detail about your childhood, about the fact that you attended Hogwarts and were one of the best students in your year. You couldn't believe it. You’re a witch? This is impossible! You thought the old man was joking or made it up just to get into your house. However, he showed you pictures. He showed you evidence that confirmed his words. He took you there. To Hogwarts. Before he did that you wrote a letter to your family not to worry and you will be back in a few days because you went on a business trip. This whole world was amazing to you. How could you forget that you were here? You had a cloudy mind. Walking down the corridor you met a man wearing a black robe and black longer hair. Your body reacted strangely to him. You felt your heart beat faster, but you didn't know why. The man also looked at you in disbelief. "Why did you bring her here?" - Severus Snape asked