Harry was confused.

Hadn't he just been about to meet with, someone he couldn't remember who but he had definitely been doing something important.

Right?

What time was it.

His watch wasn't there.

He had a pocket watch, didn't he?

What was that glowing crack in above of him on the wall?

Wand, check, at least he wasn't completely unarmed.

Harry dusted off the front of his shirt as he sat up, it was singed in several places, his jacket coat was missing. Taking a moment, he stood and winced, it felt like he had traveled through the vortex unshielded.

What was the vortex?

Harry took a moment to try to concentrate, as soon as he tried to remember what he had forgot however his head felt like it would split open. He remembered feeling like this before, memories of a pale white face with no nose.

Blood poured from a nostril, he had but a moment more to try to order his thoughts before he heard a door open behind him.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?"

Harry quickly turned to face the owner of the voice, there standing in the doorway was a redheaded girl.

"Harry Potter, I think?"

The girl strode up to him and grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt.

"What are you doing in my room..." The girl trailed off as she took in what he was wearing.

"You almost look like The Raggedy Doctor." She whispered.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to come here, I think I came through that." Harry pointed to the crack in the wall that had been glowing moments before. The crack was just a crack now though, Harry attempted to extricate himself from the girl's grasp, but she had an iron grip.

"Do you mind?" Harry gestured to her hand gripped on his shirt. "I will leave as soon as I can, I didn't mean to invade your privacy." The girl loosened her grip and let Harry free, he looked at the girl, she was almost as tall as him, probably about the same age. Harry moved to the wall and ran his hand across it, he couldn't feel the crack, it wasn't a crack in the wall, it was a crack in the universe itself.

"Do you know The Raggedy Doctor? You are wearing almost identical clothes."

Harry looked down at the grey striped pants and blue shirt he wore. "I got these clothes from my grandfather; he wore something similar if I remember correctly. But my memory isn't doing so well at the moment, I know someone called The Doctor...he is..." Harry clutched his head and fell forward as his vision went black.