AN: Just a warning: This will probably have no plot at all. Seriously, I just thought 'I wonder what the poor witches and wizards in Harry Potter would do if they were forced to live like muggles.' Especially the twins. There may be a lot of tense changes, by the way. And be prepared for OOC stuff. May delete this as I've sort of forgotten what the plot was. This is my first fanfic thingy so if you've got a problem with it then the door's that way. *points*

Also, thank you to GryffindorRAWRR because she really helped me with this fanfic. Check her out, she's awesome!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Seriously.

Chapter 1: Roommates

The Great Hall was crowded with hundreds of people. Most of them were students, some were teachers, and there were a few people who didn't even go to Hogwarts anymore, including Fred and George who were both grinning behind Dumbledore like Christmas had come early. Harry, Ron and Hermione were near the entrance doors at the back of the hall wondering what was going on. Dumbledore was at the front, addressing the school and looking at the students through his half-moon glasses.

"The other professors and I have begun to worry about the way the students at Hogwarts think of muggles. Only this morning I heard a certain student insulting the way muggles live," Dumbledore said, looking in the direction of the Slytherin table. Harry followed his gaze and saw Malfoy there, looking sulky. "After hearing the shocking way students talk about people who are humans just like us, but do not carry a wand, I've come to a decision." Dumbledore gestured with a hand behind him, towards the group Fred and George were in. "As you can see, we have some volunteers who decided that they want to be part of the... project I'm going to give you." And with that last sentence, Dumbledore raised an arm and clicked his fingers with a harsh snapping sound. Suddenly, Harry felt like he'd been moved. He looked around him and knew that he was in someone's living room. Hermione and Ron were with him.

"Where in Merlin's name has Dumbledore sent us?" Ron demanded. Harry shrugged but Hermione was observing her surrounding with her 'thinking' face on.

"This isn't a witch's or wizard's house," she said.

"How can you tell?"

"Do you see anything magical here?"

Harry looked around him, paying close attention this time. There were paintings on the walls, but they clearly held no magic; the people in the portraits didn't move or breathe.

"So... we're in a muggle's house, then?" Ron asked, looking miserable at the thought.

"So it seems," Hermione answered, walking into the kitchen. She come running back in when they heard a mobile phone's ringtone playing.

"ARGH! What's that?!" Ron shrieked.

"Calm down, Ron," Hermione said, picking up the mobile from the dusty coffee table, answering it and putting it on loudspeaker.

"Hello," she said politely before Ron snatched the mobile from her.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" He shrieked to the phone.

"It's the headmaster," Dumbledore said, not surprised by Ron's outburst.

Hermione took the phone from Ron before sending him a cross look.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore," she said.

"No need to apologise, Miss Granger. I assume you and your friends have some questions, so you may start asking them."

"Why are you using a phone?" Harry asked with burning curiosity. Dumbledore was the greatest wizard in the world. Why would he need to communicate using a mobile?

"You'll find out shortly."

"Ok... Where are we?" Hermione asked.

"In a house that was once used by muggles. They've moved away now to an even grander house, but they decided to leave a lot of furniture behind. There are many bedrooms, but I'm afraid some of you'll have to share-"

"Why would we need to share?" Ron interrupted. "There are only three of us."

"There'll be more," Dumbledore said before terminating the call. Hermione frowned, putting the phone back down on the coffee table.

"I wonder who'll be staying with us," she said before the phone started vibrating noisily. She jumped, before reaching for the mobile again. "We've got a text."

She, Harry and Ron crowded around the phone to read the message. Hermione read it out in a clear voice.

"Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnagan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, Luna Lovegood, Partarti Patil and Padma Patil will be the students staying with you. Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Fred and George Weasley will also be with you. Two teachers will be there and you'll have visitors, too. Probably the Weasley's, Sirius, Remus and Tonks."

"Oh gross, rancid Malfoy," Ron blurted out, looking disgusted. "What the hell was Dumbledore thinking putting him in the same house as us?!"

"Oh, Ron," Hermione shook her head, as though the reason Malfoy was in the house with them was obvious. "I'm sure everyone in the entire school has been sent to a muggle's house somewhere, and there probably wasn't much room to squeeze in Malfoy anywhere else. Half the school hates him, and I'm sure that's why there are teachers and past students here. They're trying to keep everything in order and make sure we don't clash. Except maybe Fred and George," Hermione said, thinking hard. "They're probably here to watch us clash."

"I totally agree," two familiar voices said together behind them; Fred and George were there, looking as though Christmas had come early.

"Of course we're here to watch the blood spill," said Fred, walking past them to sit on the sofa, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "What other entertainment would we have?"

"Maybe if you can get the... uh..." Ron frowned, staring at the television and concentrating on it like it was the strangest thing he'd ever seen.

"Television," Hermione said helpfully, putting the mobile in her robes.

"Yes, what she said," Ron said, nodding in thanks to Hermione. "Well, if we get that working I'm sure it does something."

"You've never used a TV before, Ron?" Katie Bell said, walking into the room with Angelina not far behind her.

"Nope," George said, answering for his brother. "Our form of entertainment back home was throwing garden gnomes through Percy's bedroom window. 'Course, we always blamed it on Ron. But still," he stopped speaking when Ron glared at him with a look on his face that would send Lord Voldemort himself running away, sobbing.

"I knew it was you," he nearly growled. "I just couldn't prove it."

"When the gnome would stay still we would write 'property of the Weasley twins on it. Guess no one bothered checking it," Fred said with a shrug. Ron stormed off into the kitchen.

"He has more mood swings than a teenage girl," George muttered to Fred, sitting beside him.

"Can't blame him, really," Fred replied. "For the first ten years of his life the only person who would listen to him was Scabbers. And then he finds out he's a Death-eater, the poor little thing," the twins shook their heads with their eyes on the floor in mock sympathy for their younger brother.

"You shouldn't pick on him," Angelina muttered as she walked past them towards the kitchen. "Ron! C'mon, they'll leave you alone now."

"We will?" the twins said, surprised.

"Yes, you will!" Angelina said fiercely.

"You sound like our mother," Fred complained.

"If you want her to stop sounding like her then keep your mouths zipped shut," Katie said.

Fred and George just looked at the two females and sighed. They raised their hands and said "we surrender" at the same time.

"Damn right you do," Angelina agreed, but she didn't look cross anymore. She and Katie sat with them.

There was a noise from the kitchen and Ron came running into the living room, followed by Blaise and Malfoy, Blaise looking calm, Draco looking grumpy. He was grumbling and muttering to himself; Harry was sure he heard the words "damn Potter" more than once.

"Hello, Malfoy, Zabini," Hermione greeted them, having a go at being polite. Blaise nodded as a greeting, Malfoy glaring at her. She ignored him when he said "mudblood."

Next to arrive was Seamus, Dean and Padma, then Parvarti and Lavender. Ginny arrived with Neville, and Luna walked into the room, looking dreamy.

"Ooh..." She said. "I've always wondered what a muggle's house was like." No one took any notice of her.

Hermione spoke. "There are only the teachers left to arrive now." Nobody listened to her either.

Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere, followed by Snape. Everyone groaned when they saw the potions teacher, except for Malfoy and Blaise. Snape had a sneer already on his face.

"Such a pity," Dumbledore said, shaking his head sadly.

"What is, Professor?" Harry asked.

"You don't seem to want to be in the same house with each other."

"Oh."

"Never mind that though," Dumbledore said. "You're all wondering why you're here."

"Yes, we are."

"Very well, I suppose I'd better start explaining. I've been noticing all of my life that many people witches and wizards hate muggles and I don't understand why. Muggles are exactly the same as us, except they don't carry a wand. I don't think that the way most witches and wizards view muggles is healthy and it's been getting worse over the years. So, you will all live in a muggle house, interact with muggles and act like muggles."

"For how long," Malfoy's snide voice called out.

Dumbledore looked at him with his twinkling eyes. "For as long as I see fit, which means until you accept muggles and no longer feel disgusted with them."

"Um... sir?" Hermione said. Dumbledore turned to look at her. "I don't understand. Not all of us hate muggles."

Dumbledore nodded. "I know that, Miss Granger. Your parents are muggles, Harry's mother's parents were muggles. Still, that's not the only reason I put you in a house together. You must all learn to accept each other, too. I understand that the four houses argue and duel often. Especially Gryffindor and Slytherin. I want to end the tradition. Professor Snape and I will be staying with you."

"Why are you staying, Professor," Harry asked. "You love muggles."

"Quite right, Harry. But I think I want to keep an eye on everyone in this household as you all seem to want to remove each other's limbs. Now, everyone, I've put a charm on your wands. You won't be able to use magic unless in an emergency. You'll need to blend in with the muggles, so I suggest you go and find some muggle clothes. "

"Where are we going to find them? In your beard," Draco said sarcastically.

"I'm afraid you'd find some unusual things in my beard, Mr Malfoy. But to answer your question, no, you will not find them there. You'll find your clothes in your room, with money – the muggle kind, that is – in any pockets you find. You may buy more clothes if you wish to. I'll be back soon. I just need to inform everyone else as to why they are where they are." And with that, he disappeared.

"Ooh look, he left something," Luna said, breaking the long silence that was there since Dumbledore vanished. She picked up a piece of parchment from the coffee table. Another copy appeared. Hermione picked it up and watched another appear. When everyone had picked one up the sheets finally stopped appearing.

"It's a map," Ginny said. The map showed everyone which bedroom was theirs. "Fred, George, Harry, Ron and Professor Snape have the biggest room." That would have been a fine group if Snape wasn't in it. "Parvati, Padma and Lavender have the next biggest. Dean, Seamus and Neville have the one next to it. Luna, Angelina, Katie, Hermione and I have the one next to that. Blaise and Malfoy this one. Professor Dumbledore has the smallest."

"Okay," Hermione said slowly. "Well, I think we should all go to our rooms and change."

Harry shuddered on his way to his room, wondering what horrific clothes Dumbledore had got for everyone.

That's it for now. No flames or I'll shove that flame somewhere the sun doesn't shine. I haven't read over it properly or edited it. Sorry. I know it's sorta crap. Laters x