Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or the actual movie Flight of the Phoenix. Set just before Sorcerer's Stone; i.e, Harry's about 10 and not at Hogwarts yet.

Note I: My sister has informed me that there are plenty of people on FanFiction who don't approve of self-insertion. If you are one of them, I suggest that you just don't read the rest of this fic. No flames please, as this is my first "real" fic. I do have one posted under my sister's account though (Varietygirl9143), called The Secret Life of Argus Filch.

List of Characters (because otherwise it would just be confusing) in order of appearance:

Faramir: everyone's favorite Steward of Gondor.

Aragorn: everyone's favorite King.

Legolas: my sister's favorite elf.

Gimli: a dwarf.

Anna Browning: 4th year Gryffindor, and my sister in reality… even though our last name isn't Browning.

Oliver Wood: 4th year Gryffindor, Anna's boyfriend (and object of affection in real life).

Mark Browning: 2nd year Ravenclaw, Anna's younger brother, and really our neighbor.

Peter Perkins: 3rd year Hufflepuff, based on me, sorry for the alliteration.

John Perkins: 3rd year Hufflepuff, Peter's twin, our other neighbor.

Mary Bates: 4th year Gryffindor, Anna's friend

Heather Collins: 4th year Gryffindor, Anna's friend

Bethany Bates: 2nd year Gryffindor, Mary's sister, Anna's friend

Betsy Schneider: 4th year Gryffindor, Anna's friend

Riley St. John: 4th year Ravenclaw, Peter and John's friend

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"My liege," the young man with a cloak over his armor began. "Your friends have come and they wish to see you. They say they have important news, but they refuse to tell it to anyone but you. They demand to see you, my lord Aragorn."

The man called Aragorn laughed. "Yes, well, they're usually like that, Faramir. But thank you all the same."

Faramir smiled, bowed, and turned around to shout orders to the surrounding soldiers.

Aragorn looked around the camp as he walked towards the royal tent—his tent. As he walked by, soldiers stopped what they were doing and saluted him. All the soldiers were wearing the same steel armor with a white tree crowned with seven stars emblazoned on the chest plate.

He smiled broadly as he saw his two best friends as he pushed aside the tent flaps and entered the tent.

Legolas was standing not far from the entrance looking around the tent. Gimli was sprawled in Aragorn's chair, smoking.

They were both smiling as much as Aragorn was. He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly Legolas was running at him, his eyes wide.

"Aragorn," he shouted, "Get down!"

But it was rather obvious that whatever was coming was coming fast because Legolas threw himself at Aragorn, bringing him to the ground just as two arrows went whizzing past their heads. In a matter of seconds Legolas had direct a double arrow shot and Aragorn and Gimli were on their feet, weapons in hand. Suddenly Aragorn lifted up his sword and with a mighty cry brought it down hard on something.

Then Anna woke up.

She always woke at this point, with the sword coming straight towards what would've been her head, had she actually been there.

She sighed as she put her glasses on and looked out the window. This was the fifth time in two weeks that she'd had this dream. Only it was more like a vision.

Once she was fully dressed and ready to go, she left the Gryffindor 4th year girl's dormitory and went out he common room door to go down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She smiled as she saw Oliver Wood, also a 4th year, waiting for her with a seat saved for her.

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"You're sure this is going to work?" Mark, Anna's younger brother, asked.

"It's never failed us before," Peter said.

"And never will," John, Peter's twin added.

"Basically what we do is we carry this piece of parchment along with us and say the password and it will record any and all conversations the person in question has. The only catch is you have to be close to whoever you're spying on at all times. Otherwise it won't work properly. We've tried enchanting many things to record the conversations, because, of course, it would just be a pain to have the parchment doing it." Peter said.

"We've tried pocket change, hair accessories, even robe," John said.

"And there was this fun one once when we enchanted the house patch on this guy's robe," Peter commented.

"Nice," Mark said. "Oh, quick! Here she comes!"

"G'morning, Anna," Oliver said politely (always a gentleman).

"Morning, Oliver!" Anna replied cheerfully.

"Ugh, 'g'morning Anna,' 'morning Oliver'," Mark imitated. "Makes me sick."

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(5 minutes later)

"So anyway, you know there's a Quidditch match on Saturday? Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the Three Broomsticks with me afterwards," Oliver asked.

"Oh, Oliver! I'd love to!" Anna replied, giving him a quick hug.

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"GOOD GRIEF! Another date? This is the fourth time this month!" Mark half-shouted.

Peter looked stunned. He turned to John. "Good gracious, man, they've already reached stage 4: obsession!"

"We have to act now!" John said, shocked.

"As of this moment, the situation is code: PINK! Move out, men!" Peter ordered John and Mark.

"Back to the empty classroom, quick!" John said. "We need a plan of action."

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"'Bye Oliver," Anna said. "See you in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"'Bye Anna," Oliver said and kissed her lightly.

Mark turned around in the doorway of the classroom just in time to see this.

"That little sicko," he muttered. "And with my sister too!"

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"All right, now I don't know about you guys, but I am personally leaning towards plan A7."

"What's plan A7, Peter?" Mark asked as John started nodding knowingly.

"The one where we follow them, record it, and possibly even enchant whatever they're drinking, or at least what he's drinking, so that they either go unconscious or kind of get drunk and then go unconscious," Peter responded. "So disorganized."

John snorted. "Says the guy who's room at home is--"

"Silencio!" Peter interrupted, waving his wand John. "Much better. Anyway, they're going to the Quidditch game before the date. Which means that it could end at any time. Remember: Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor, so you won't be much help Mark—you're playing. When the game is done, you'll just have to get off the field, change out of your robes and meet us at Hogsmede. And don't forget to bring your wands. Oh, and wear a cloak with a hood."

"Ok," Mark said, as John mouthed the same thing.

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