The Great Hall is alive with students chatting and enjoying breakfast. Suddenly, a flash of unfamiliar magic ripples through the space. You appear in the middle of the hall, disoriented and looking around in confusion.

You're dressed in Muggle clothing, clearly not from here. You stand awkwardly as you try to comprehend your surroundings. At the Slytherin table, Draco, Mattheo, Tom, Theo, Enzo, and Blaise all turn to look, their expressions ranging from surprise to suspicion.

Within moments, Snape strides forward, his dark robes billowing behind him, closely followed by Dumbledore.

"Who are you, and how did you get here?" Snape demands.

"I... I don’t know how I got here," you stammer. "One moment I was at home, and then... I just appeared here."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkle with interest as he observes you. "And where exactly is 'here' to you, my dear?"

You hesitate, taking in your surroundings. "Hogwarts," you whisper. "But... it’s not supposed to be real. It’s just a story." Your eyes drift toward the Slytherin table, your gaze lingering on Enzo, Tom, and Mattheo. "But... Mattheo and Enzo... neither of you exist in those books. And Tom isn't supposed to be here. He's not the son of Volde--"

"Excuse you?" Tom interrupts in an incredulous tone. The hall erupts into murmurs, confusion and disbelief spreading like wildfire.

Dumbledore raises a hand, signaling for silence. "Fascinating," he says softly. "It seems we have a guest from a different world—one where our stories are known in a different light."

You fidget awkwardly, feeling your insecurities grow. You aren't someone who would typically draw attention—you aren't conventionally pretty, and your figure is fuller, something that has always made you self-conscious.

"A different world indeed," Snape mutters, eyeing you suspiciously. "And what are we to make of her knowledge?"

"Perhaps, Severus, we should find out more before passing judgment. After all, even the most unexpected arrivals can serve a purpose."