Title: Confessions of Two Teenage...Muggles?

Summary: It was only three months after Mia's sweet sixteen. But, then again, this was Mia, so, I guess...it wasn't all that sweet. Anyway, we were watching a movie, and...everything...changed. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why. All I know is it happened. And I'm so glad it did...

A/N: R&RThis is the start of my second fanfic. It's just a little thing that flew into my mind.

DISCLAIMER: As much as I want it to be true, the thoughts for the characters flew into J.K. Rowlings head before mine. ( That is, all except Mia and Ashley and all their friends.

Prolouge: This Is My Story. How It Really Happened.

Hey. I'm Ashley. Ashley Mauvais. I'm 16. I'm a Harry Potter Fan's wish come true.

I'm a Muggle.

I'm a Witch.

I'm in the Order.

I'm a werewolf.

I'm a friend.

She's Maria. Maria Polisson. She's 16 too.

She's a rebel.

She's a hot-head.

She's the Quiditch captain.

She's the Head Girl.

She's a Vampire.

I've had the pleasure of knowing her.

I've met Dumbledore.

I've lived the life we've all wanted.

Me and Mia. We lived it.

When it was over, our lives were changed, we couldn't go back to just sitting around and watching Naruto re-runs. Not anymore.

When it never ended, I was happy

Since it never ended, I wrote it down...

Chapter One: If They Were Real...

"Sirius."

I stared at her, offened. "What? Why! Why not Remus? He's suposidly really cute!"

Maria, one of my best friends, just dismissed my words with a Must-You-Be-So-Nieve look, "Point? Sirius is hot!"

I laughed, feeling slightly relived. I mean, I knew they were fake characters and all, but still, Remus was mine. Maria could have Sirius. I really couldn't care less. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I forgot. The 16-year-old Mia doesn't care if her guy is as dumb as a post as long as he's got the looks to compensate."

"Ahh, Lee-Kun, knowing so little of the ways of the world."

I groaned, wishing I had a pillow to hide under. Not more Naruto talk! I mean, I was fine when she called me Lee, even though he is a guy. I was fine. But then I was 'married' to Gaara. Then I get 'adopted' by Angi, and...ugh... I picked up the remote to the DVD player in the living room of my small, one-story house. My parents were in the yard, smokeing as usual. They were around all the time, but, they always had time to light up. "Can we just continue with the movie? I really want to see it!"

Maria rolled her eyes, flashing me her, I'm-Gonna-Be-Sarcastic smile, "Yeah, I mean, it's not like you haven't seen it a million times before."

I sent her my best death-glare and pushed play. I immediately felt an excitment build up within me as the big words, 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix' flashed across the screen. I did my best to surpress a giggle of joy. God...why am I such a dork?

Mia grinned at the screen as Sirius Black said, "Hello Harry. I see you've met my mother."

I laughed along with her, watching as the story began to unfold. We sat in complete silence until I said the words along with Lupin, "People were under the impression I had a misbehaved rabbit."

Mia snorted, causing my head to turn away from the screen, "Yeah, I see why you wanted to re-watch it. Your a Potter-Addict and this is your quick-fix."

"I am not!" I said. I could feel a blush rise up my neck as I thought, I'm not a Potter-Addict. I'm a Lupin-Addict.

"You are!"

"Am not!"

"Yeah, you are..."

We continued like that until our faveorite scene arose. Harry was looking into a Pensive, seeing only his reflection, then fell in. I felt Maria laugh beside me at the vision of Young-Snape being dangled by his ankle in the air. I rolled my eyes when she cried at hearing that Sirius was trapped in the Ministry, but sobbed along with her as Sirius fell down into the black ebiss that was the veil.

When the movie was over, we sat in silence. That is, until Mia broke it, "Dork."

I glared at her, "What?"

"You're probably the biggest dork I've ever met, crying at a Harry Potter movie."

I laughed, "You cried too Idiot."

She shook her head, pointing a finger to her chest, "No. I had a right to cry. I just saw my future husband plumit to the bottom of a bottom-less pit!"

I sighed, standing up, "Impossible."

"What?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. That's impossible on two counts. A) If the pit is bottom-less, he can't fall to the bottom and B) Sirius can't really be dead. I mean, J. K. Rowling might as well sign her own death warrent. Thnk about it, she can't kill Dumbledore, Sirius, and whoever she wants to commit homoside against next!" When I got no reply, I continued, "I mean, seriously, no one would but her books, if she plans to write anymore. You know what I mean, Mia? Mia. Mia?" I laughed lightly when I saw that she had concked out on the loveseat in the living room. That wasn't funny. She was sitting beneath a bowl of Butter-Lover's popcorn, a Coke in her hand. All around her were Skittle, Sno-Caps and Laffy-Taffy. I shrugged, thinking I should follow her lead, and walked into my room, leaving her there. I was to tired to really feel guilty about leaving her to fend for herself.

I looked around my room and smiled. It was my room. My familiar, familiar room. My walls were lavender with white trim. My bed had a pink blanket ,white sheets with 'Rock Staress' written across them, and a black dust-ruffle. Beside it was a black nightstand with a black picture-frame, holding a picture of me and my friends, all wearing black. Well, not including Angele, whose black tee-shirt said, I want to be Barbie. The has everything. The seven of us had been almost inseperable since Jr. High. Even when Angele went on to our rival school, we stayed together. Me, Maria, Angelina, Sophy, Angele, Hannah, and Daniela. We weren't like normal teenage girls. We didn't fawn over ourselves in a mirror. We didn't talk about boys for hours at a time. We didn't play Truth or Dare. Didn't really care who had been kicked off on the latest episode of American Idol. All we cared about was each other. Not to sound like some sappy story, but, well, it was the truth. I don't mean we sat there and said, 'Is your left pinky sore?' I mean, that, friendship was more imprortant than make-up.

I flopped on my bed, earning a low moan for my dog, Max. "Well, baby girl, if you don't want me to land on you, get out of the way." Max sighed as if she understood me, and flopped down at the foot of my bed. "That's better. Thank-You Maxie." There was a soft plump sound, and an indignant sunffle from Max as my cat, Crookshanks, curled up beside my head. I looked down to find Max giving me a look that clearly said, 'What? He's allowed up there but not me?' Sighing, I said, "Fine, you come up here too." Max struggled to get up, then trotted over to my other side, shaking the bed. She landed next to me, and gave my ear an appreshiative lick. I made a face of disgust, and felt my pulse slow. Sleep overcame me in a matter of minutes.

I awoke to the sound of Mia screaming. I ran into the living room to find that she was...missing. Gone. The popcorn was gone too. I walked forward, hoping the maybe, just maybe, she was hiding behinde the large, comfortable sofa, trying to play some kind of trick on me. I gasped in pain as I kicked something large and hard. I reached down adn picked up a book. On the spine it said, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. As soon as my grip on the book was firm, I felt myself being lifted off the ground.

When I landed, I saw Mia staring staright ahead of her. I ran over to her, book still in hand, checking her pulse, "Maria? Temari-Chan? Mia? You OK?"

She lifted a finger to point ahead of her. I followed her finger and gasped. There, infront of us, was the largest castle either of us had ever seen. It had towers and windows and a lake, just like out of a fairy tale. The grass around it was a lush and green, with tall oak and willow trees sprouting out of the ground. There were kids running all around. But those weren't the things that made me gasp. As I looked even further, I saw four boys, one in the back, looking angry, two with their hands in their pockets as if reaching for a gun, and one boy, with a stick pointed North. As I followed the gaze of the stick, I saw a fifth boy, hanging by his ankle. "Holy...crap."

Instantly, Mia started laughing, "Whoa, didn't know Sno-Caps could give you sugar-high this bad!"

I felt my heart quicken. They were three yards away. They were real! I shook my head slowly, then looked at Mia closely.

Her curly brown hair was pulled back into a tight pony, with two ringlettes hanging in her face. Her brown-black eyes were darting around the scene before her as if she were afraid the children were going to pounce on her any second. Then I examined her clothes. They were cloaks. Cloaks. Her friends black and red pajamas were gone, and had been replaced with black, green, and silver robes.

Gasping even louder, I examined my own. The were identical to her, only mine were to big for my body. With a shaking hand, I reached into the robes and pulled out a thin, black wand. It wasn't just plain wood like the ones in the movies. The end was black, and it got redder and redder, until it was scarlette at the tip.

Mia, seeing me reach in my pockets, did the same. Her wand was an exact duplicate of mine, except her's was the same, acept blue.

At the same time, Mia and I threw them to the ground, then looked at each other, and screamed.