"Harry, I don't belong here." Gwen said urgently. She had sat him down near the pond, far enough out of ear shot that no one should hear her. She had decided it was time to tell someone at Hogwarts and Harry seemed the most willing to listen.
"Well, I know you have trouble paying attention in class, but Hermione would gladly tutor you."
"It's not that Harry. I'm different from all of you. I come from another world entirely."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean I... I'm not really... God this is so hard to explain."
"Well take your time." He said, smiling reassuringly and placing his hand on top of hers in a bold gesture of friendship. The gesture didn't go quite as planned. She fell into some kind of trance and began whispering in a strange tongue. Harry couldn't pull away, it was almost as if his hand were glued to hers. He'd only ever witnessed something like it when Professor Trelawney had spoken her strange premonition during the Divination final little more than a year before.
She suddenly stopped, looked directly at him and uttered a single word: Yggdrasil. Her eyes closed and she relaxed visibly.
"Gwen?" He ventured.
"Yeah." She blinked.
"You ok?"
"I don't know. What happened?"
"You fell into a trance and were speaking some language I didn't understand. You said Yggdrasil."
"Yeah, it's the world tree in norse mythology."
"Does that mean anything to you?"
"It sort of means something, but not anything I can easily explain."
"You have a lot of trouble explaining things huh?" He smiled. "Don't worry, I have patience."
"You had me fooled."