Ch.-1 Major Confusion!

"Nicholas . . ." Some distance voice whispered. "Nick? Flame-o. Wake up!"

"H-Hermione?" He groaned.

There was a Silence.

"I think he hit his head too hard!" another voice said.

Harry opened his eyes.

Two girls and one boy was standing over him. He automatically groped over to the side for his glasses. But nothing was there.

"Um, Nick? Are you ok."

Something hit him.He sat up strait. "Where am I?"

One of the girls, (and the first voice he noticed)said "Whoa! Flame-o! Don't get so jumpy! You are in BIG trouble!"

Harry, feeling his head pounding, he rubbed it and whispered "I must be dreaming! This is Mad!"

The boy raised his eyebrows above his rectangular glasses. He had blonde hair, a tall, thin body, and he had a face that seem to smile a lot.

"Um," the boy said, "You . . ." he exhaled.

Harry was just stunned.

"I think . . ." Harry said, "That either I am going Mental or you have really bad eye site!"

Harry knew he was dreaming! This was too weird for real life!

"Come ON, Nick!" the first girl said, like she was talking to an obnoxious person, "Just because you act like you're a British school boy . . ."

"WAIT!" Harry yelled, "WHERE AM I?"

"Where you have been for seven years," said the second girl, "Where Hades Live, and the devil likes lunch!"

"Survive Island!" said the first girl.

"Boot camp!" Finished the second one.

"Um . . ." Harry was confused . . .

"You aren't . . ." the boy started.

"No!" Harry answered.

The two girls looked confused.

"Wait a moment . . ." The second girl stared at Harry.

And then, the first girl's eyes stared to look cold, angry, and hurt.

"What's wrong . . ." Harry started.

Then so suddenly, she came up to him, and punched her knuckles between Harry's eyes so fierce and hard, that everything became black.

(Author's notes: I know it's confusing! Just read the next chapter!

And of course, I don't own Harry Potter! I own a Harry Potter DOLL, but not him! Though, I wish they had life size dolls of him! So I would feel like I own a REAL Harry! Oh, wishes . . .)