The impossible

This fic is dedicated to Linda, who has always been there for me, and helped me out of countless situations, keep reading, it puts the dragon to sleep.

This fic is also dedicated to the relentless LRC staff, keep smiling, I'm never going to forget you guys, continue to discover the magic in mugglenet - there are some things teachers can't teach you…

None of the (Magical) characters are my own they belong to JKR. The school is based on my own, as are some of the teachers (names changed).

Chapter 1: The Impossible happens

I looked around the classroom wishing for inspiration, I had been writing fanfic for years but I was hardly ever out of plotbunnies. I never adopted because it never felt like my own. I stared out of the window, but nothing came to me, apart from my teachers voice cracked through the dusty air.

"Jessica? Can you stop staring into space and pay attention?" I sat up, and looked at my teacher, who gave me a stern look before addressing the rest of the class. "So the only parts of an atom which are neutral charge are neutrons, hence the… Yes Miss Smith?" He looked at my head of year, Miss Smith who had just walked into the lab.

"Thank you Mr. Morris, can I have a quick word with Jessica Bently please?" Mr. Morris gave either a shug or nod. "Come on Jess," Miss Smith said. Not wanting to spend another waking moment in the same room as 'Mr-misery-guts-Morris' I picked up my bag and made for the door.

Miss Smith led me across the playground, and down a corridor towards the staff room, it was then that I realised what this was about, the 'one-way-exchange', that I signed up for a month ago, now I was going to meet my exchange student. Suddenly I was nervous, I was suddenly aware of the fact that I hadn't bothered putting make-up on this morning. I was the only person at our school doing this. I was doomed to spend a week with a complete stranger whether I liked them or not.

When I walked into the staff room my eyes immediately landed on a tall boy with bright blue eyes, ginger hair and freckles, lots of freckles.

"Ah Jess, there you are," My headteacher indicated the red-head, "This is Ron." I couldn't believe my ears, he looked like Ron from the books, but he couldn't be - they were filed under 'fiction' for a reason, I decided to double check.

"Your name's Ron?" the ginger boy laughed nervously.

"Yes, Ron Weasley." That was too much for me, I burst out laughing,

"Tell Abi that it was a very funny joke, but it's over now, games up, this is too much of a coincidence to be real…"

Miss Smith stared at me like I'd grown an extra head, it was then that it really hit me, I was the only person who noticed anything out of the ordinary. Nobody else in the room had read the books. It was too much - too real, I had to get out of there fast, I turned and ran.

I watched the door slam behind her, what was it about me that scared her off? It seemed to be my name but why? She couldn't associate me with Harry, she didn't even know that I'm a wizard, so why was she so scared suddenly? Mr. High spoke up.

"Where would she go?" Miss Smith obviously knew this girl - Jess, pretty well,

"Mrs Williams will know." Or it seemed, someone who knew her better. I followed them down a corridor, round a corner, and down another corridor, I was beginning to wonder where we were going when we walked through a door to a room which was obviously a library, but nowhere near as big as Hogwarts library. The school itself seemed miniscule. Miss Smith was talking quietly to a blonde curly haired woman, who reminded me of a Antipodean Opaleye dragon, she was sitting at a desk holding a strange device that was emitting red light, and beeping quietly. I caught a few words of what she was saying,

"Yes she came in a few minutes ago…she's probably got her head buried in Half-Blood-Prince, or tidying the reference section." I was revolted.

"She's got her head buried in Snape?" I suddenly realised that I had said too much, as all the adults stared at me, Mrs Williams looked at me a glimmer in her eye,

"I think you should go and talk to her Ron," she said quietly. I was astounded. I didn't even know her - go and talk to her? It was me that scared her off in the first place.

"Me? Why?" Mrs Williams obviously knew something about Jess that the others didn't, something that she had seen in me, I don't know what it is, and I planned to find out.

"You seem to have a better idea of what's going on in her head then we do."

"Fine…" I walked down the library hoping very much that she wasn't a Hermione-clone, seeing as she ran to the library for refuge, like Hermione does. Trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in my stomach at the thought of Hermione, I stepped between the bookshelves.

I must be hallucinating, I always knew I was obsessed, but to that level? I shouldn't have read that editorial about Ron dying, it's making me see things.

I had always loved the books, I practically know them by heart. I've been writing fanfiction for the past two years, I take part in online discussions, heck I have my own website, but I never thought I would start seeing things. Finally! Where is it? Aha…page 499…best page in the entire series, its still here, the words are in the right place, Ron is a fictional character, he was not standing in the staff room today, he is entirely in your head, you'll be just fi…

"Jess?"

She was sitting on a green chair reading an unfamiliar book. She looked up, paled considerably, and dragged me behind a bookshelf, I was on the point of cursing her (Ginny taught me how she did Bat-Bogey, so, well…) when she let go of me.

"I need to be sure of something."

"Sure of what?" I was thoroughly confused, I began to take my wand out, but she shot me a warning look so reminiciant of Hermione that I put it back. She was acting very oddly, even for a muggle.

"Your full name is Ronald Bilius Weasley, am I right?" If I wasn't scared before, I was then, I had never told her my middle name, only Harry (and Ginny) knows it at Hogwarts. I slowly nodded. "Your best friends are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, you go to Hogwarts, you suffer from aracnaphobia…"

"What?" I never knew I suffered from a-rabbit-fobia or whatever it was, it sounded like she knew me better then I did.

"Fear of spiders." Heck, I was more scared of her then, than an 30ft Acromantula.

"You know about my world?" She nodded, then she whispered with tears forming in her eyes.

"I know most of it, I know Snape killed Dumbledore."

A tear rolled down her cheek, I was shocked, it took me an eternity to find my voice.

"How do you know all of this? Are you a witch?" She shook her head,

"I'm not a squib either, before you ask, I'm a muggle." She shoved the book she was reading towards me, I looked at the title 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'.

Suddenly I knew what Mrs. Williams meant, she obviously was like Hermione when it came to books - just what I needed, a week stuck with a muggle clone of Hermione.

From the moment I passed him the book I knew that it was going to be a very long week - I would have to show him my world, which would be very strange to Ron, the books, the websites, I didn't want to think about fanfiction. The films alone would be difficult to get his head around, it was going to be an incredibly difficult week.

The bell rang and Ron jumped a mile, I suppressed a smile.

"We've got different bell times to Hogwarts. Don't worry I won't tell a soul. I can't imagine anybody else will notice, sometimes I feel I'm the only person in this school whose actually read the books."

"Books?"

I nodded and led him over to the bookshelf, he seemed like he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw them.

I couldn't believe it, all this secrecy trying to keep our world quiet, and this woman, JK Rowling was telling the muggles everything, not only about our world but what was going on inside it. Jess was telling me that the books were popular and she was comparing it to something called Marmite.

"You either love it or you hate it…but the few who love it really have an imprint on society, bookshops open at midnight whenever a new one is out…"

I had to assume that she knew as much about my world as I did.

"More popular then Lockhart?"

"Did Lockhart sell more then 9 million copies in the first 24 hours of the book being released?"

"That's popular." I couldn't quite believe that 'Harry Potters Unoffical Biography' (as I had begun to think of it) would be so popular.

"Yeah," Jess was obviously knowledgeable on anything surrounding the books. "Smashed the record, set by Order of the Phoenix," she handed me a thick book, roughly the size and weight of Dudley Dursley with a phoenix on the cover.

"So we're fictional characters." I was starting to get angry, she had no idea what we had been through in the past 7 years and the muggles were using us as entertainment.

"Look Ron…" Jess seemed to know that I was getting pissed off, and she was worried, she knew that I was still able to do accidental magic, like when Harry blew up his aunt. It was clear from the look on her face that she did not want to be floating across the dull cloudy sky. "Ron…" Jess was close to tears now, she was eyeing my pocket apprehensively, she understood what I could do to her now, the bat bogey hex, or jelly legs, she was seriously scared, not because I could curse her, because she knew the results of some of my curses, and my shoddy spellwork. Before I knew what was happening I was shouting at her.

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS LIKE, WITH MALFOY ON YOUR BACK 24/7, MAKING SURE THAT HERMIONE HAS FUN ONCE IN HER LIFE. KEEPING HARRY FROM WALKING INTO WALLS BECAUSE HE'S SO PREOCCUPIED WITH YOU-KNOW-YOU…"

Jess whispered, her voice full of fear.

"I have the rough idea, we'd better go, or we'll be late for chemistry."

I was confused.

"Chemistry?"

"Potions." My face fell, I wasn't good a wizarding potions, but muggle potions, I was doomed…

Jess was scaring me big time, she's as familiar with her teachers as Hermione, she spends her spare time in the library, she knows things about me I never speak of, and she likes potions. It's not much different to wizarding potions, but the ingredients have really confusing names. Potassium, Sodium, Boron, god it was boring, and bloody difficult. But that was just the beginning…

Electronics was easily the most confusing, Jess was talking in gobbledegook, flirting with the boys in her class while chatting about resistors, transistors and volts. That was my worst subject ever. Then we had IT.

When I found out that I'd be spending a week in a muggle school, I knew that I would have to learn new things. But computers were the most confusing of the lot - Jess was trying to explain 'the internet' to me and attempted to educate me on the difference between 'dial up' and 'broadband'. What threw me the most was what I discovered by reading over her shoulder. My every move, every look, every word had been analysed. I felt dirty, used. Some people are talking about me being killed off. I don't want to die, JK Rowling isn't in charge of my life, I am.