That night she had a dream. It was terrifying in it's clarity, and what startled her more is that it felt truer and realer than any other dream she'd had thus far. There she was, in her dream, sitting at her desk in Hogwarts when she walked into the room. She was dressed in her usual denim and some Tori Amos t-shirt with a matching bandana covering her long hair. She stood in front of herself, staring.

"What do you want?" Asked Hogwart's Gwen.

"What do you want?" Asked College Gwen provocatively.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you want? It's a simple question."

"No it's not. It's the hardest question ever asked."

"For you maybe. But not for me."

"But you are me." Hogwart's Gwen shouted, frustrated and just a little bit freaked out.

"Exactly. And so if it's easy for me then it's easy for you. If you want it bad enough, you'll find that it's real." College Gwen turned on her heel and left the Hogwart's Gwen to think alone.

The real Gwen woke with a start, still in the sixth year girls' dorm of Gryffindor, still confused as all get out. She put a hand on her feverish forehead and thought for the first time in this whole conundrum that perhaps she was going crazy.

To be continued in Episode Five