Gamer4 in. Well, I finally got some reviews, so I guess I'll continue now! Just kidding, the real reason I didn't continue for a while is that I got some writer's block. But, I'm getting over it, so let's continue. (Finally.)

Disclaimer: I own a copy of every book in the Harry Potter series and a couple of Zelda games, but not anything else.

Chapter I

A Weird Story

Harry Potter was, as per usual, in History of Magic class, being shaken awake by Hermione. "Harry, wake up already! The class is over!"

Harry forced himself awake and readjusted his glasses. "Did Binns catch me?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course not," Ron said. "He never looks up from that book, does he? Even if he did, do you think he'd really care?"

"No, not if it ruined his routine," Harry said. They said that Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he was attacked by a mad ax-man in front of the staff-room fire. He was asleep at the time, and didn't even notice he was a ghost until a while after the day he got up and left his body behind him to go teach. If he'd had any weird reaction to it, it was news to the students of Hogwarts. His routine had definitely not changed.

"But you actually missed a good lesson," Ron said.

"A good lesson?" Harry said, surprised to hear Ron saying something like this. "From Binns?"

"Yeah, it was more interesting than usual," Ron said, "or I was able to stay awake, at least."

"What did he talk about?" Harry asked in amazement.

"He was telling us this story about a bloke who always wore a green dress," Ron said.

"Tunic, Ron," Hermione objected.

"Whatever," Ron said. "Anyways, the story was so interesting that even he couldn't mess it up."

"I never thought I'd here you say something like that, Ron," Harry said. "It must have been pretty interesting."

"Yeah, but you could tell it wasn't real," Ron said. "Apparently, he met people made of stone, people who had scales like fish, and stuff like that. He even met a man with green skin, who could work magic worse than You-Know-Who's."

"Well, it's possible, Ron," Hermione said.

"Not without a wand, it's not," Ron said. "And this bloke never had one, remember?"

Harry blinked. It was strange to hear that Ron had paid this much attention. He didn't usually. "So, what did you dream about?" Ron asked.

"I was standing in the middle of a field, and I heard a voice say, 'If you build it, he will come*," Harry said, looking at him. "I don't know what that was about."

"Who knows?" Ron said, starting to sound more like he usually did. "Though, I'd get myself checked out if I was having dreams with voices saying things like that."

"What, you think I'm crazy?" Harry asked, grinning at his friend.

"Hearing voices?" asked a voice behind them. "Harry, that's not a good sign, not even in your dreams." Recognizing the mocking tone, he turned to see Fred and George, Ron's brothers.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, nothing," George said. "You just left your wand behind in Binn's class, we found it when we went in there." He held out the wand.

"Oh, thanks," Hermione said, taking it. There was a sudden squeaking sound, and it turned into a chicken.

"Oh, sorry, Hermione," Fred said. "I told George not to do it. This is your real wand." He held out another wand.

"I'm not dumb enough to fall for it again," Hermione said, looking at them suspiciously. "I only fell for it the first time because that's not one of the things you've showed us yet." For the past few months, the twins had been working on joke store merchandise. After making sure they were as safe as possible, they'd test them out for authenticity, though not usually on the same person twice.

"Well, I'd say these are convincing enough, wouldn't you say, Fred?"

"That's right, George."

"Hey, guys, did you hear the story Binns was telling today?" Harry asked.

"About the bloke in the dress?"

"Tunic," Hermione objected.

"Whatever."

"Yeah, about the bloke in the tunic," Harry said.

"Yeah, I wonder where he got that idea from. There have never been people with green skin."

"What about the fish-people?" Ron asked.

"Forget the fish-people," Hermione said. "What about that triangle thing he was talking about?"

"Well, actually," Fred said, frowning slightly, like he was trying to remember something, "I think I remember hearing about something like that before. It might be real."

"Unlikely," Hermione said, as they started walking down the corridor.

Harry was about to follow when he noticed a girl looking at him. She looked like she was about fifth year, same as him, Ron, and Hermione. She was looking at him like he interested her. He could swear that he had never seen her before in his life. Suddenly, a girl's voice spoke in his head. Get ready, it said. Everything is about to change. If you build it, he will come.

The girl turned and walked away. Harry assumed that the voice had been inside his head: it had said the same thing the voice in his dream said. He put the girl from his mind and turned to follow his friends.

*A cookie to anyone who knows where that line is from.

Well, that's it for now. Please R&R, flames are bad, but constructive criticism is accepted. Gamer4 out.