The Harry Potter Characters meet (drumroll) ME!

Disclaimer: I own myself. And everybody else also owns themselves. Hmmmmm, what a coincidence. Oh, but the Harry Potter characters are owned by JKR. So go ahead and sue me. I don't care.

A/N: These people are real people. But they're names are not all real names. I changed some people's names. And if someone reading this is one of the people in it, I probably didn't give you a stupid name on purpose. But I might have. So, watch your step. Unless you chose your own name. In which case, if you don't like it, too bad.

And the reason Ginny has the biggest part of all the HP characters is because JKR hasn't given her any personality, so I can invent one of my own.

Chapter 1: Social Studies

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Padma, Parvati, Lavender, Millicent, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Luna, Colin, Dennis, Hannah, and Ernie, were walking down the hall. They had all been expelled from Hogwarts. Fred and George were still at Hogwarts because the author of this fanfic (me: ME! Yay! My other personality: Shut up! We're trying to write a story here. The first me: pouts) namely ME, had taken a big giant eraser and erased the sixth book. Then she had erased the fifth book. She wanted to do it the opposite way but her other personality had refused. And she was aware that the sixth book hadn't been written yet, so let's pretend it has shall we? So everyone in Harry's year was 14, everyone in Ginny's year was 13, and everyone in Fred and George's year were fifteen.

They had gotten expelled from Hogwarts. I know I said it already but I shall say it again. They had gotten expelled from Hogwarts. Dumbly Door said they had been 'taking things too siriusly' (Sorry, that was unfortunately necessary. And btw if anyone else objects severusly (that was also necessary) to what JKR did to Sirius in the last book I would read A Loss of Authority by Yilantri, in which they take Action against JKR. And Umbridge. And apparently Action is going to be Taken against Bellatrix, too but we won't know what until Yilantri GETS ANOTHER CHAPTER UP (GRRRRRRRRR)) So they had gotten expelled from Hogwarts. Dumbly Door had said "Ha! So I never want to see you on these grounds again! And if I do...But maybe you can come back when you lighten up a bit."

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuure." Said everyone. They were very, very happy. This was a vacation! It was so beautiful.

Suddenly, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Malfoy fell into a wormhole. They were transported to a seventh grade Social Studies classroom. They knew it was a Social Studies classroom, because they saw a Social Studies teacher. She didn't see them come in. She was busy yelling at an ugly guy with weird hair and braces.

"You're always Talking in Class!" she yelled. "If you do it again I'll give you a detention! Now take out your homework." Everyone took out their homework. Except for some people who didn't take out their homework. She went around the classroom and checked everyone's homework. Then she stopped in front of a girl with dyed maroon colored hair. "where's your homework?" she asked.

"I didn't do it." the girl (from here on to be known as Amanda.) said.

"why not?" asked the Social Studies teacher.

"I left it in the sink." said Amanda.

"The sink?" asked the Social Studies teacher.

"Yes." Said Amanda.

"Which sink?" asked the Social Studies teacher.

"the sink in the bathroom." Said Amanda.

"Naw, really?" said the boy who was sitting next to her. He also didn't have his homework out, but we'll get to that.

"WHAT BATHROOM?" asked the teacher calmly.

"The one down the hall." Said Amanda.

"Why?" asked the teacher.

"I thought it went well with the color of the sink." Amanda explained.

"Well, go get it." said the Social Studies teacher.

"Sure." said Amanda and she left.

When she came back she was soaking wet. "Hi," she said.

"What happened to you?" asked some random person in the class.

"Well," said Amanda, shooting hostile looks at the boy next to her for some reason. "my paper fell down the pipe. And as I was retrieving it somebody coughNickcough turned the water on."

"Why are you looking at me?" asked the boy next to her, a.k.a Nick, and as if on cue the whole class turned to stare at him. "I was here the whole time. You all know that."

"It's that split personality." said another random person, or possibly the same random person. You never know. "It'll get you every time."

"Huh?" said everybody, turning to stare at the random person.

"CAN WE PLEASE GET BACK TO THE PLOT?" roared King Kazul, (who, for you lazy people who never looked at the name, is the author.)

"But there is no plot." King Kazul's cat, Fudgie, reminded her.

"Well, can we at least get back to the story?" said King Kazul.

"Sure," said everyone.

So the Social Studies teacher went around and looked at more people's homework. Then she got to Nick. "where's your homework?" she asked.

"I didn't do it." said Nick. (hmm. Sound familiar?)

"Why not?" asked the Social Studies teacher.

He shrugged.

"HA!" yelled the Social Studies teacher, gleefully. "THAT"S ANOTHER DETENTION!"

"But that's the fifth detention you've given me, and it's only the fourth week of school ." said Nick.

"This is a math problem." Said a Math teacher wandering into the room. "If the Social Studies Teacher gives a detention when you don't have your homework three times, it's the fourth week of school, there are five days in a week, there was no homework the first week, and Nick has gotten five detentions, how many days has he actually had his homework?" There was silence, while everyone tried to figure this out. Then some random person who wasn't as much of a numbskull as most of the people in this grade guessed, "He hasn't?"

"Absolutely correct." Said the math teacher. "Remind me to give you extra credit." Then she wandered back out.

Suddenly a weird looking girl with black hair and blue eyes appeared. (No she is not me. I am sitting in a desk in the classroom. And I have red hair. And I realize most people who have black hair don't also have blue eyes. That's one of the reasons she looks weird. And she isn't a real person. She is an OC. And she's not a Mary-Sue either.)

"Yo, Social Studies teacher." She said.

"Whaddaya want?" asked the Social Studies teacher.

"It is my unpleasant but necessary duty to inform you that there are three-well now four- (she can't count. It's that split personality, it'll get you every time) people in your classroom who not only don't belong there but also whom you have never seen before, as they don't actually exist." said the girl. (She exists for a reason, btw. The author (that's right ME) had to introduce someone to tell everybody about the HP characters. 'Cause they can't figure it out by themselves. Who don't exist for much of a reason. Except that without them this fanfic would A) be kind of pointless and B)be very pointless and C) couldn't be in the Harry Potter section.)

"Oh, right," said the Social Studies. She turned to the HP characters. "Who are you?" she asked, addressing Harry.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He informed her, in a superior way.

"Okay." Said the Social Studies teacher. "Hey, nice scar." She added.

"Scar? What scar?" asked Harry.

"The one on your forehead." Said the Social Studies teacher.

"I don't have a lightning shaped scar on my forehead!" Harry protested.

"If you don't have it how do you know it's lightning shaped?" wondered some random person.

Another random person handed Harry a mirror. "Shit!" he said. "The plastic surgery was completely ineffective!"

"Mwaha! MWAha! MWAHA!" Yelled some random person.

"Who are you?" asked the Social Studies teacher.

"I, " said Ginny proudly standing up tall. "Am Ginny Weasley. I have red hair and I'm pretty sure I've got green eyes. I am a witch. I play seeker for my house Quidditch team, and- and this is the best part- I beat Hermione Granger in exams last year."

"WOW!" said everybody. They knew who Hermione was because although they were much to lazy to read the books they had all went out and saw the movies. Which really bugs me. Because everybody thinks they're huge Harry Potter fans and THEY HAVEN'T EVEN READ THE FCKIN' BOOKS! Geez!

"And you?" said some random person. Because the Social Studies teacher talks too much. So some random person can talk too much instead.

"I'm 'Mione Granger." Said 'Mione Granger. "I'm a nerd. But I help Harry save the world. Where would we be wirhout nerds? And Ginny only beat me by .459220354215376786257367356234790126908619023674398502875021985615 of a point."

"Uh-uh." Said Ginny. "It was .459220354215376786257367356234790126908619023674398502875021985618 of a point and you know it."

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"Enough!" said the Social Studies teacher. "You both have detention for talking in class."

Ginny burst into tears. "I WANT MY MOMMY!" she yelled.

"Oh, just forget about me." said Draco. "I don't count, do I."

"We'll never forget about you, Draco," said King Kazul, dreamily.

"You're in a fanfic here, missy." Said Draco.

"So?" asked King Kazul.

"So do you really want to reveal your true feelings to the world?" asked Draco.

"Yes." Said King Kazul.

"Oh okay, then." Said Draco. "Since nobody has asked who I am, I'm Draco Malfoy. And my father will hear about this!"

"Your father will here about what?" asked nick. He spelled the word hear wrong. That's because he doesn't pay attention in language arts. And he forgot to capitalize the n. Shame on him! (One of my personalities: actually, King Kazul, it was in fact, you, who didn't capitalize the n. The other me: Shut up. This is a fanfic! AND it's supposed to have limited self insertion. Ya know? I mean until you actually show up in the story. Then it's okay. Me A: It's not really self insertion. More of an A/N. Me B: It is self insertion! Me A: Isn't! Me B: Is! Me A: Isn't! Me B: is! Me A...)

Ten Minutes Later

"WoW!" said another random person. "That was a good catfight."

"Gonna be hard to get the blood of the floors though," observed the Language Arts teacher. She liked words like 'gonna'.

"WHAT WILL YOUR FATHER HEAR ABOUT?" asked Nick.

"Search me." said Draco. "It was in the script. Which you obviously never read."

"I try to avoid reading a.m.a.p." (As Much As Possible, Duh!) said Nick. "Watching TV is so much easier. Reading takes too much use of the brain."

"Which you clearly don't have." quipped Amanda.

"Well I wasn't absent the day they taught reading in Kindergarten." Said Nick.

"Well, I had a doctor's appointment!" protested Amanda. "I couldn't miss that, could I?"

"Why not?"

"You know, I haven't finished checking homework." Said the Social Studies teacher.

"I'll save you the trouble." said King Kazul. "Stephanie, where's your homework?"

"It's right here!"

"Just checking. Sam, where's yours?"

The guy with the weird hair shrugged.

"That means you get a zero!" said the Social Studies teacher in a singsong voice.

Sam shrugged again. He didn't look like he cared much. He never looks like he cares much. I don't think he does care much about anything. He sits next to me in Language Arts. He's majorly annoying.

Then the bell rang. "Hey, isn't anyone gonna ask me who I am?" asked the girl with the black hair and blue eyes.

"surewhoareyou?" asked the Social Studies teacher.

"I'm Sian." Said the girl. "I'm hyperactive. I eat a lot of sugar."

"Isn't that a boys name?" asked some random person.

"NO you idiot." Said Sian. "Sean is a boys name. I am a girl."

"You don't say!"

"Can we go to lunch?" asked Sam.

"Sure." Said the Social Studies teacher. And they all went to lunch.

A/N R&R, R&R, R&R. Flames are invited, I collect them. R&RR&RR&RR&R. And the next chapter is lunch and it'll have some of my friends in it.