Harry came to just as he was being pitched into the door to a cell. The door, might I add, was a hatch set into the ceiling of a nine-foot high cell. Ouch. But I digress…

As soon as Harry landed and the little stars cleared from his eyes, a result of hitting his head hard on the cement floor, he took inventory of all that he had left.

"Wand? No, that's gone. Too bad they didn't miss it when they were taking things from me," thought Harry unhappily.

Likewise, he was stripped of his robes, leaving him in his regular 'muggle' clothes. His shoelaces and belt were also taken away for some reason.

"Figures," muttered Harry even more unhappily as he kicked off his useless shoes. After a few minutes of staring angrily at them, Harry picked one up and chucked it across the cell and into the darkness where it collided with something soft sounding.

"OUCH!" yelled another, familiar, voice. "Watch where you're throwing things you bloody sod!"

"Bloody sod?" retorted Harry, " Who the bloody hell are you to be calling me names?"

"Why don't you come over here and find out?" yelled the voice in response.

Harry was only too happy to comply. As soon as he jumped to his feet though, the lights overhead flicked on, bathing everything in a very bright light that made everything look sickly.

Harry blinked his eyes a few times to adjust and when he could finally focus he saw that the person he had hit with his shoe was none other than Draco Malfoy, the snot nosed weasel himself.

"YOU!" yelled Harry, pointing an accusing finger at Malfoy.

Malfoy blinked his eyes again to focus and when he saw who was standing before him, he snarled, "Potter. How convenient of them to put us in this room together."

Harry glared acidly at his foe while Malfoy got to his feet. In fact, they both just stood there glaring at each other, waiting for their opponent to make the first move.

They were so focused on each other that neither one saw the wall open up to reveal a bulletproof one-way mirror.

On the other side of that mirror was an office with a lot of high tech equipment and one really nice swivel chair that was currently occupied by the person who had orchestrated the whole thing. But, that's for later… back to the two guys.

Neither had moved a muscle. That is until Malfoy pulled a face.

"You're dead!" yelled Harry as he launched himself at Draco's pale throat.

The force of Harry colliding with Draco knocked both of them to the floor where Draco got both of his hands around Harry's neck and Harry proceeded to beat Malfoy to a bloody pulp.

The person sitting in the swivel chair in the office groaned aloud then punched a button on the panel in front of her, causing the sprinklers in the cell to turn on.

But, even with the sprinklers on, the guys kept at it. The person in the chair shook her head and pushed two more buttons. One closed the drain in the middle of the floor and the other made the tiny toilet and sink in the far right corner of the cell overflow.

And since the drain was closed, all that water began to pool and flood the floor. Of course though, the boys took no notice and kept fighting each other like animals.

"Fine, have it your way," complained the sitter as she reached under the control panel and pulled a dark blue lever.

As soon as she did that all hell broke loose in the cell.

The sprinklers , toilet and sink stopped flowing freely and were replaced by fast flowing waterfalls that quickly finished flooding the cell. And when I say flooded, I really mean flooded because the water level rose past the one way, shatter proof mirror in a matter of seconds, not minutes.

It was a good thing Harry knew how to swim, and it was barely at that but he was fairing better than Malfoy. Malfoy couldn't swim to save his life, quite literally might I add, and began to sink like a lead rock. This caused him to panic so he grabbed hold of Harry and just ended up pulling Harry down into the water. That sparked another power struggle that the sitter knew could and would turn deadly incredibly fast.

"Lord help you both!" exclaimed the person in the swivel chair with a groan. She shook her head once more, pushed the dark blue lever back to its original position and pushed a light blue button on the panel.

That button reactivated the drain and since the drain was located in the center of the floor, the water created a whirlpool that tumbled the two guys every which way.

Once the water had cleared out Harry was left draped over the sink like a wet rag and Draco was on his back, legs thrown painfully over his head. Draco looked almost like he was trying to smell his butt or, if you want to be nasty about it, like he was going to… never mind…

The person in the swivel chair pulled the microphone down from its place on the ceiling, pushed the intercom button and yelled, "KNOCK IT OFF OR I MIGHT JUST KILL YOU MYSELF!!!"

In the cell, both Draco and Harry covered their ears from the voice's projected volume.

Harry slid off the sink, looked around fearfully and asked, "God? Is that you?"

Malfoy untangled himself and snarled, "God's not a girl, you idiot. Plus why would God speak with the accent of a Yank?"

"I don't have an accent, don't ever call me a Yank again and how the hell do you know if God is a girl or not?" snapped the irritated female voice.

"How do I know God isn't a girl? Simple!" replied Malfoy, looking up at the ceiling, "All you have to do is go to any old church and see their paintings and stained glass windows to know God is male."

"Oh yeah right. Those pictures are just an interpretation of God, commissioned might I add by chauvinistic males," corrected the voice. "And from here on out I WILL play God to you. So get used to it."

Harry rolled his eyes but wisely didn't say anything. Malfoy on the other hand shouted at the top of his lungs, "NO! I will NOT worship some bloody Female Yank!"

"Eh, I didn't ask you to worship me," she shrugged, "though if you do I might just be nicer to you, you jack ass. Really the only reason I said I'll play God to you is that I control if it's night…" the lights flicked off, "…or day…" the lights flicked back on.

" I also can control the weather , like if it's sunny and warm…" the temperature in the cell rose a few noticeable degrees, "…or fucking cold and rainy…" the temperature snapped back suddenly and the sprinklers above Malfoy turned on, effectively 'raining' on him and making Harry.

Malfoy bristled.

"That's for calling me a 'bloody Yank' when I told you not to," laughed the voice.
Malfoy grumbled angrily and Harry asked, "So what do we call you and where exactly are you?"

"I won't tell you my real name because I have a feeling that if I do it'll some how come back and bite me in the ass. But you, Harry, can call me Tabitha," she said.

"Okay, Tabitha, so where exactly are you in this bloody hell hole?" said Malfoy, spraying water like a sprinkler system with every word.

"Did I say you could call me that?" snapped Tabitha angrily. Malfoy made to answer but it began to 'rain' harder on him. " I thought not," continued Tabitha, "You'll call me one of three things; A) master, B) goddess, or C) Queen of the Imaginary World. You'll call me one of those and NOTHING else. Got it?" The 'rain' was coming down so hard now that welts were starting to form where the water landed.

Malfoy looked so scared that Tabitha had to turn off the mic so he wouldn't hear her laughter. Harry on the other hand laughed so hard that he nearly pissed his pants.

"I didn't hear you answer," taunted Tabitha, but realized that her mic was still off so she pushed the intercom button and repeated herself.

"…yes…" mumbled Malfoy.

"Yes, what?" corrected Harry. He was getting a bigger kick out of the situation than Tabitha.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Yes, goddess."

"Much better," smiled Tabitha as she pushed the lime green button that turned the sprinklers off. Malfoy slumped down to the floor in wet relief.

"Tabitha, we still don't know where you are," commented Harry, still looking at the ceiling.

Tabitha groaned and leaned over to knock on the window. At the sound, both boys jumped and turned to face the one way mirror.

"Where did that come from?" asked Draco aloud.

Tabitha groaned again and said to no one in particular, "Boys! So God does have a sense of humor… Ha! Deidre owes me five dollars!"

The boys blinked at her sudden outburst.

"Er… ignore that," said Tabitha rubbing the back of her neck. Somewhere in the background a cute song began playing. "Shit. Guys I've got to take this call so don't kill each other while I'm gone," said Tabitha before turning off the mic, turning on the close circuited cameras in the cell to video tape everything they were doing while she was out and finally leaving.

Harry and Draco didn't move. Both knew a formidable opponent when they saw one, or rather heard one.