Okay, in ordered to relieve stress from my recent break up (8/18/08) I've decided to distract myself with my writing. This fic is a result of my current madness. Enjoy.

Oh! By the way, this story takes place during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts and disregards HBP and DH.

disclaimer: I own nothing, you hear me? Nothing! –performs seppuku-

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It was an ordinary October morning at Hogwarts. As usual, all the students were filing into the Great Hall for breakfast, taking their normal seats at their house tables. Harry sat in his usual spot between Ron and Hermione.

"'Morning," Ron said to his best mate as he sat down next to him. Harry grunted in response, putting his head in his hands. He woke up this morning with his scar burning painfully and though the burning had subsided, a headache was left in its place.

"Are you alright, Harry..?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"Headache," he said quietly, the pounding in his head getting worse from all the noise in the hall. Hermione looked at him worriedly. She spoke quietly so as not to aggravate his headache further, "Perhaps you should go to the infirmary…"

Harry sighed. "Maybe I should," he said and stood to exit the room. As soon as he was standing, his stomach growled loudly. He blushed as people near by turned to look at him. He sat back down quickly. "Or maybe I should stay and eat something real quick."

Hermione smiled at him sympathetically and nodded while Ron tried to hold in his laughter. She smacked his head lightly while Harry was distractedly piling food on his plate. Ron mouthed a silent, "ow!" and glared at his female friend. She gave him a McGonagal sort of look then turned her gaze away from him to put jam on her toast.

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Everyone was now in the Great Hall and happily eating their breakfasts. The Headmaster was munching happily on a piece of bacon while listening to professors McGonagal and Snape argue once again. He chuckled to himself. 'When will they ever stop their quarreling?'

They were all so distracted with their food and conversations, that none of the teachers or students noticed the fine, silvery mist drifting down from the enchanted ceiling and onto the food. All of them continued to eat the food, now ingesting the strange mist-like liquid as well. For the next fifteen minutes, nothing happened. The students began standing and walking towards the exit to go to their classes.

BAM!! The door slammed shut.

"Hey!" came the shout of a familiar voice, that of young Colin Creevy. The boy tried pulling the large doors open, but to no avail. His little brother came over and helped him pull at the heavy door handles. Both grunted and panted as they pushed their arm muscles to the limit. Others started to gather around the two, whispering quietly to themselves. What was going on?

"What is the meaning of this?! Move out of the way!" came the angry, yet drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. "Open the doors, I'm going to be late!"

The exhausted Creevys just glared at the tall blonde. Colin suddenly perked up. "Harry!" he said excitedly. The Golden Boy stepped up next to Malfoy, staring at the doors. Something was definitely not right here…

Suddenly, students started fainting. Hermione's eyes widened. Ron looked around quickly, beginning to panic. "What the..?!"

"Aaah!" Harry cried out, gripping his forehead as his scar began to burn again. The pain was excruciating. He nearly fell to his knees. Malfoy stared at him, semi-shocked.

"What's wrong with you, Potter?!" he asked, backing away from the smaller boy.

"Nn…something's not right. W-..we have to get out of here!"

Harry ran up to the door, pounding on it frantically as the people around him either looked at him like he's crazy or dropped to the floor. Panic quickly spread across the hall. Screams and shouts of concerned friends could be heard all around. They were dropping like flies.

"You're insane, Potter! What are yo….ou..," Malfoy's sentence trailed off as he too lost consciousness, dropping to the floor with a loud thud. His two cronies thumped next to him soon after.

"Ha! Look at 'im fainting like a scared little girl!" Ron laughed. Hermione glared at him. "Ronald! This isn't the time fo-…." Her sentence was cut off as she collapsed in a heap of frizzy brown curls.

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry both cried out, rushing to her side. Harry forgot his own pain as soon as she collapsed. Ron, hyperventilating, suddenly fell as well. "Ron! Oh Merlin, what's happening?"

Almost all the students and teachers had fallen unconscious, leaving only Harry and Professor Dumbledore awake. The headmaster started to falter, holding onto the head table for support.

"Pro…professor.." Harry tried to stand up straight, but found his vision quickly blurring. "No…."

Seconds after Dumbledore collapsed, darkness took him.

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Harry groaned as he slowly came back to the conscious world. The first thing he noticed as he regained his vision was that he was on the floor. He looked up, noticing that things looked a little bit larger than usual… The second thing he noticed were all the strange, sleeping animals around him. 'What on Earth...?'

Slowly he pushed himself up from the floor with his little black paws. …..PAWS?! In place of his normal body sat a stunned black pikachu.

"What the fuck?!"

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Yes, a pikachu. I think I'm high…no…….no I'm not.