A/N: I OWN NOTHING FROM BOTH HARRY POTTER AND PETER PAN SO DON'T SUE ME.
"Why do we have to grow up and take the responsibilities of the wizarding world anyway? I wish we could be kids forever," Ron complained as he did his Transfiguration paper.
"Would you rather stay in school and do this all your life?" Hermione asked while showing him some information to put in his paper.
"Well, no. But I still don't want all the responsibilities." Ron put his quill down and slouched in his chair.
"And I'm sure that there's some Neverland somewhere that exists. Keep dreaming, Ron. It's never going to happen," Harry said. He was still working on his paper, but soon stopped writing too.
"If there were such a Neverland, I'd send you both there. You never seem to want to do any work," Hermione said, putting down her quill as well. She picked up the two pieces of parchment she had been writing on, and rolled them up, and tied them shut.
"Done already?" Ron asked, apparently flabbergasted.
"You would be too if you actually worked," Hermione said. She then looked out the window. She was shocked to see a fade looking back at her. She gasped and fell backwards onto the floor.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked, both him and Ron dashing over to help her up.
"Yes, but I just saw a face at the window. He wasn't on a broom and he had no wand. It just appeared to be a muggle floating in the air." Hermione was ghost white with shock.
"Hermione, I think you're overworking yourself. You should go lay down," Ron said.
"He was there. You don't understand. He was real. I would bet my knowledge that he was alive and floating right outside the window with nothing to hold him up."
"Now I'm going to say that you are definitely overworking yourself," Ron said.
"Hermione, Ron and I are going to help you to your bed."
"I'm not tired!" Hermione kicked and twisted as Harry and Ron pushed her up the girls' stairwell.
Hermione stopped struggling when they put her into bed. She scolded them as they left. She picked up one of her school books and red it until she fell asleep.
"Why do we have to grow up and take the responsibilities of the wizarding world anyway? I wish we could be kids forever," Ron complained as he did his Transfiguration paper.
"Would you rather stay in school and do this all your life?" Hermione asked while showing him some information to put in his paper.
"Well, no. But I still don't want all the responsibilities." Ron put his quill down and slouched in his chair.
"And I'm sure that there's some Neverland somewhere that exists. Keep dreaming, Ron. It's never going to happen," Harry said. He was still working on his paper, but soon stopped writing too.
"If there were such a Neverland, I'd send you both there. You never seem to want to do any work," Hermione said, putting down her quill as well. She picked up the two pieces of parchment she had been writing on, and rolled them up, and tied them shut.
"Done already?" Ron asked, apparently flabbergasted.
"You would be too if you actually worked," Hermione said. She then looked out the window. She was shocked to see a fade looking back at her. She gasped and fell backwards onto the floor.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked, both him and Ron dashing over to help her up.
"Yes, but I just saw a face at the window. He wasn't on a broom and he had no wand. It just appeared to be a muggle floating in the air." Hermione was ghost white with shock.
"Hermione, I think you're overworking yourself. You should go lay down," Ron said.
"He was there. You don't understand. He was real. I would bet my knowledge that he was alive and floating right outside the window with nothing to hold him up."
"Now I'm going to say that you are definitely overworking yourself," Ron said.
"Hermione, Ron and I are going to help you to your bed."
"I'm not tired!" Hermione kicked and twisted as Harry and Ron pushed her up the girls' stairwell.
Hermione stopped struggling when they put her into bed. She scolded them as they left. She picked up one of her school books and red it until she fell asleep.