AN:/ This is a story being written by me, and my friends, Emma, and Jamie.

I am writing my POV, Emma her's, and Jamie is writing her POV.

This is a shame-less self-insert. It is what would happen if me, and my friends, when in Hogwarts. It takes place in the Fourth Book/Movie.

This is both Book and Movie verse, some things from the book, some from the movie, It depends.

The pairing is

Fred x OC

George x OC

and Harry x OC.

Its your turn to tell me who you think will end up with who.

Tell me in the reviews what you think of the story, and which person you like Better!

(Say you like me Better, because, well, I'm just the most awesome of the group. xDD JK! ... maybe. xD )

Any reviews are Loved! Even if you tell us you hate it.

Even though if you hate it it will make us very sad, and I will kill myself. Jk! Jamie will kill herself.

;)

Carolanne's POV

It was Friday night, 2 o'clock in the morning, and we were all sitting on my bed, talking about the Harry Potter book series. Oh yeah, we are so awesome.
We are special with a capital 'R'. It was sleep over night, we had every so often, and it was my turn to be the hostess. We had already watched Beauty and the Beast (which I can not believe Emma had not seen yet, I mean, It was my favourite Disney movie of all time.), we had watched about half of the movie 9, and some of the movie Scrouged, before my mom told us it was time for bed.
A.k.a, it was time for us to be quiet, and go upstairs. So, we did. That was about 11 o'clock when that happened, and for the whole three hours we had been talking about Harry Potter. It was awesome.
But the conversation had taken a wrong turn, and now we were on Harry Potter couples that were just wrong.
Damn my friends for having such good/really, really BAD imaginations.
"Snape, Sirius, Fred, and George, in an Orgy."
Oh my god, why did she have to mention that.
"Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad, No, No, No, Horrible Mentally Image, think of something else, um, GAH, Emma, why?" I whisper-yelled at her, making sure I wasn't too loud (I didn't want to wake up my parents, or else they'll be pissed), but making sure I got my point across.
Why did my friends have to scar me? I will never be able to wash that horrible image out of my mind.
"Incest is wrong!"
All Emma did was laugh at me, whilst Jamie seemed off in her own little world.
There were only me, and two other people at the sleepover, since only two other people could fit on my bed. There's Me, Carolanne, the dorky-harry potter obsessed one, Theres Emma, the Pyro-Harry Potter Obsessed one, and then there is Jamie, the one who puts up with the two of us, for which I am grateful, because Emma misses so much school that if I didn't have another friend I'd go bonkers. But its not Emma's fault, her mother is over-protective, and keeps her home a lot, even when she wants to go to school.
I have long, light brown hair, that goes down to about armpit length, and was always messy. Its not my fault, its just that my hair hates me, and wants me to die. I'm waiting for my hair to grow longer, so that the flip at the end turns into a big ringlet.
At least, thats what I hope will happen. As well as Brown hair, I have green-hazel eyes, with green glasses, which are new.
Emma also has brown hair, like me and Jamie, except hers is Curly (really curly), and the longest, and is the hair I am most jealous of. Her hair matches her eyes, except in one eye, only one, she has a flake of black, which she assumes is a scar from poking her eye during the summer holidays.

Jamie has short, brown hair, that is just above her shoulders, and is straight. She has baby blue eyes, and she is very pale, and rarely gets pimples, of which I am also jealous.
I am getting rid of my pimples, they are almost all gone, but still, Pimples suck, and Jamie almost never gets them.
"Harry and Dumbledore."
Oh, god in heaven, why did Emma have to mention that?

Jamie's POV

Every time I looked at the clock it seemed three minutes had passed, even though, really, ten had.
I glanced up at the digital clock reflected on the ceiling again. 2:32 in the a.m.
Carolanne laughed, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked back down at my two friends, both having a good time. I guess they were my only Best Friends; there was nobody else.
"No, don't think about it, Carolanne, don't think about it." Carolanne told herself, grinning her face off. Emma was covering her mouth with her hand so she wouldn't burst out laughing.
We were all at Carolanne's house for a sleep over on Friday night. We had to keep our voices down, so we wouldn't wake Carolanne's parents, (one Willy Wonka) who were sleeping in the room right beside us, separated only by a thin strip of wall. I'm pretty sure they were asleep by now, though. We'd watched movies up until 11, then gone into our endless chat. I'd been very tired when we had been watching maybe 10 minutes of Scrooged, but now, I was wide awake.
"What's Emma done now?" I asked Carolanne jokingly. Emma tried not to laugh any harder.
"Oh, you don't wanna know." she told me. I grinned.
Emma redeemed herself. "Deep breaths, Emma, deep breaths," I reminded her, and she laughed all over again.
We'd gone on back and forth like this all night, giggling and laughing and making sick jokes you probably won't want or need to know about.
Now we moved onto the subject again. "So, What house do you think you'd be in if you went to Hogwarts?" I asked to either.
Carolanne spoke right up. "Probably Slytherin… but maybe not… I mean, maybe there's nobody nice there... Or, maybe Hufflepuff… I'm thinking Hufflepuff… but, you know, maybe Gryffindor? Or Ravenclaw. Anything's possible…"
"There are only four houses." I said dully to her.
"I know, but, it could be any one."
"Really?" Emma said, giving us wide-eyed stare. I laughed again. Carolanne shook her head,
laughing..
"Well, I hope we would all get the same house." I said firmly. "Hopefully the best house."
"Think we'd meet Harry Potter?" Emma's eyes glowed.
"Oh, yeah." I said. "He goes to that school."
"In the same year as us!" Carolanne squealed happily. I narrowed my eyes, my mouth playing with a smile. "Yep, always the guys,"
"But don't you think it'd be cool, though?" Emma said wonderingly, I guess fantasizing. "What if there were gingers there?" Her eyes and smile lit up at Carolanne's immediate sparked interest. "The Twins!" Carolanne laughed, as they both chanted; "Yes! Yes!"I shook my head now, and glanced at the clock again. 2:45. Woah.
"If there is going to be a ginger there, I am going to date him." Emma said determinedly. Carolanne clapped her hands. "Oh, I hope so…"
We carried on until late, late. Maybe only until 3:30ish, but long enough. It took some time to fall asleep again.
In the morning, it was blazing hot in Carolanne's room again. Especially since I was facing the wall, near the heater, which I'd burned myself on more than once. I'd been half-awake for maybe 20 minutes, but Carolanne had woken up first, then Emma. But I "woke up" last. "Hi," I said. "Hi." Emma replied. I got up and crawled over the both of them to get to the door. Carolanne's original plan for the night was to sleep on the floor, but that quickly bailed. I had to trip over pillows just to stagger and grab the door handle finally. "I'm just going to the bathroom." I announced. "You want some breakfast?" Carolanne replied, starting to get up. I was about to reply as well, when I opened the door. I expected to see the hallway and her brother's room in front of me, but instead, heavy brick alleys and walls greeted me. I froze. My breath sucked in sharply, and stopped altogether. "What?" Emma asked from behind me.
I think I knew where this was. Oh, Gosh. Oh, Man.
"Guys," I said. "Pack your bags. We're going to Hogwarts."

Emma's POV
Half asleep in the morning and you grudgingly ask 'what?' and the answer is "We're going to Hogwarts." Is not something you expect to hear. So imagine my surprise when I get that in return.
Where I was sitting on the bed I couldn't see what this so called 'hogwarts' was, All I could see was some blinding light coming from the hallway, which was unusual considering that the hallway was cluttered and closed in.
Rolling myself off the bed and past Carolanne who's mouth now hung open, I looked out the doorway and sure enough brick walls and sunlight met me.
"how the hell?" I whispered looking around. And seeing the busy streets of what must have been Diagon alley.
"Oh my gosh! You guys drugged me!" I exclaimed pulling my head back inside.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I started repeating to myself. While trying to remember what I had eaten yesterday and how they could have put anything in my food. As I came to the conclusion that it must have been Carolanne's dad. Better know as Willy Wonka. When he made us grilled cheese last night.
Jamie came over and started shacking my shoulders. Not helping me much Carolanne quickly grabbed the cup of water sitting beside her bed and threw it at me. Cup included.
"Okay." I said as I wiped the water out of my eyes with the back of my hand, "m'good."
"Okay now we just have to calm down!" This was Carolanne being the stupid voice of reason.
"Lets just think things over." Jamie began, How the heck could she be so frigging calm. "how are we...umm."
"Standing in the middle of Diagon alley a place that I though didn't excised until now?" I finished for her.
"Exactly." Jamie said smiling, I rolled my eyes at her.
"So does anyone have any ideas how this could have happened?" I wasn't completely sure who asked back to Wednesday night I could remember something about shooting stars on the news set for last night. But that made as much sense as this did... I always thought that if you wish on a star it was meant to give you hope. Not accurately grant you your wish.
I ran my fingers thru my brown tangled mess called hair and Looked back up at my friends. Who looked more stuck then me.
"Did either of you two happen see any shooting stars last night?"
They both shook their heads. "Why?" Jamie asked.
"There were supposed to be Meteor showers last night and we seemed to be wishing a awfully lot to go to Hogwarts." The both stared at me as if I had two heads.
"What?" I asked.
"You just made sense..." Carolanne stated as if it was the most craziest thing in the world. And considering we were in the middle of London England and had no idea of how we got there I didn't understand how me making sense was weird then this...
Picking up a pillow I flung it and Her hitting her square in the face. I smirked as she glared back at me.
Turning back towards Jamie see looked up "Wait do you guys think that were accurately here?"
Before any of us could answer a loud sound of something hitting glass made us jump.
Looking over I saw a barn owl holding... letters?
"This is impossible." I whispered under my breath.
The three of us shared a look as we very slowly walked over to the window and Carolanne as side the screen up the frigging bird flew in and landed on the railing of her bed dropping the letters on the bed. Jamie who was closest to owl quickly reached down and grabbed the letters looking straight at them.
"Are names are on them..." Jamie pased them over so we could look at them. Written across each letter was,

'Ms J. Jean'
'Ms C. Phelps'
And,
'Ms E. Criss'
'Carolanne's Bedroom
Diagon Alley
Wizard London'

The three of us shared a quick look before ripping our envelopes open.
My eyes skimmed down the page as I read,
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Ms Criss
We are pleased to inform you have a place at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all
necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no
later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.

"Hey look at this!" Carolanne said.
Looking up I saw her holding a small key in her hands with a note tied on to the side the read.
'Gringotts, 613'
"I guess that covers the money problem." Jamie said with smile beside me.
"I guess were going to Hogwarts!" I laughed.
"Come on!" Carolanne cried. We all went to work collecting our things and shoving them into our school bags, as I threw my notebook back into it I continued to look back at the door still wide open letting fresh air into the room and hoping that nothing would go wrong I zippered up my bag a flung it over my shoulders just as the other two were finishing.
I slid my sneakers on never more happy that I'd brought them upstairs last night and the three of us made our way to Gringotts closing the door behind us. Still dressed in our pajamas.