Third person POV

*Harry Potter*

One second they were in the Transfiguration classroom learning about Animagi, the next they were in a dark plain room with no windows. Harry could make out three people with red hair glistening in the light.

"Hermione? Ron? Are you here?" he asked cautiously.

"Harry! Is that you?" Hermione's voice drifted. Everybody jumped as the lights flickered on. Once he had recovered, Harry looked around at all the people. He saw Hermione, her brown hair bushy and brown eyes alert. He saw Ron, his fiery red hair sticking up and his blue eyes confused. He also saw Fred and George standing on the far end of the dark room.

The room had dark brown walls that were plain and empty. There was a door closest to the twins.

Fred flung open the door and walked out much to Hermione's chagrin.

"We don't know what's out there!" she called after him. All five of them raised their wands in defense. They walked down a long, narrow hallway to a...cafeteria?

Whatever it was, it was a large room with several tables. They cautiously sat down and relaxed.

"So, why do you think we're here?" Hermione asked.

"Come on, Hermione, we can figure that out later, they have food!" Ron yelled over by the cafeteria lines. He was raiding the cafeteria supplies.

"Ronald Weasley! You better not be doing what I think you're doing!" Hermione yelled, jumping up from the table and stomping over to Ron.

"Chill out, I am just getting us some food. Who knows how long we're going to be here," Ron replied. Harry suddenly noticed that the twins were eerily quiet.

"Why are you guys so quiet?" he asked them.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps towards his right. A group of about eight kids came in and stopped when they saw them.

"Are they Muggles?" Ron asked.

"What the hell is a Muggle?" an Asian boy asked. "Because..." The boy's words were drowned out by other murmuring. Hermione, Ron, Harry, Fred, and George exchanged looks.

"ALL YOU SHANKS SHUT UP!" shouted a dark-skinned boy with short cropped hair. He looked rather intimidating. He turned to face the five wizards. "Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice.

Hermione stepped forward. "My name is Hermione Granger, and these are my friends, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley. Yes, the last three are related. Also, a muggle is a person with no magical abilities. Also, we're all wizards. Now, who are you and are you going to hurt us?" The dark-skinned boy cleared his throat.

"My name's Alby. I am the leader of the Gladers. We've been experimented on by a group called WICKED, who put us in a maze. They erased our memories, too. Apparently, the world we come from is a world that was infected by the Flare, which took out nearly 100% of the human population. None of us are infected, though."

"We come from a wizarding world where Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, killed my parents when I was a baby and has tried to kill me multiple times. He's back in power now and wants to kill all Muggle-borns, which are people who are magical but have non-magical parents. Hermione's an example." Harry said. "Do you guys want to sit down?" he asked hesitantly, unsure of what to do.

"As long as you put those sticks - "

"Wands," Ron corrected.

"Right, as long as you put your wands away," Alby said. The group of kids sat down at the table with Fred and George.

"Hey, how's it going?" Fred greeted. All the kids looked at him weirdly.

"Yes! See, Minho, I told you!" A tall, muscular blonde-haired boy leaped up, pointing towards the Asian boy. The blonde-haired boy had hair that came down over his shoulders and a square jaw. He also had an British accent. "You said I was the only one who had this accent, but guess what? I am not."

"Okay, fine, fine. You got me," Minho raised his arms in surrender. "Just like how I got you in a head-lock!" Minho then preceded to put the British boy in a head-lock, much to his (Newt) annoyance.

"Hey, hey, hey! Break it up!" Alby managed to separate them.

"How about we do an introduction?" A tall, dark-skinned boy suggested.

"Great idea," Alby and Hermione said in unison.

"You shanks already know who I am, that's Newt" - he gestured towards the boy with blonde hair and the British accent. "That's Thomas, Chuck, Teresa, Gally, Frypan, and Minho."

"Frypan? What kind of name is that?" Ron whispered to Hermione, earning him a slap on the arm.

Thomas was a sixteen year old boy with sandy-brown hair. Chuck was probably around twelve or thirteen and was a short, pudgy kid with curly brown hair. Teresa was a very beautiful girl with blue eyes and dark hair and was around sixteen. Gally... did not look very friendly. He was a tall and skinny boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Frypan was tall with dark skin and a full beard. Minho was an Asian boy with strong arms and short black hair.

The Gladers slowly made their way to the table. Fred and George nodded at them, and everybody sat down in somewhat awkward silence.

"So where are you from?" Alby asked - more like demanded.

"My name's Harry, as you know, and we come from a world - well, Hermione can probably explain it better than I can," Harry said, and turned towards Hermione. She nodded and continued.

"We come from a world where wizards exist - do you guys know what wizards are? Have you ever heard of fairy tales or anything?"

"No. We had our memories erased before we were put in the Maze. Continue," Newt answered.

"We can use magic, such as this. Lumos," Hermione muttered, and a light appeared at the top of her wand. "We're taught magic in a school called Hogwarts. It's located in Scotland. Do you know where that is?" she asked. The Gladers shook their heads, and Hermione continued. "Nox," she whispered and the light disappeared. "There's a dark wizard named Lord Voldemort. When he was younger, he made Horcruxes, which basically means he split his soul so he'd be harder to kill. He started killing Muggles, who are non-magical people. Now he's trying to eliminate Muggle-borns, who are witches or wizards who have non-magical parents, like me. People like Voldemort believe that only pure-blooded students should be able to learn magic. Albus Dumbledore, who is headmaster of Hogwarts, created the Order of the Phoenix to fight against Lord Voldemort and his followers, called Death Eaters. Lily and James Potter were apart of the group. They were Harry's parents. Sybil Trelawny, who is the Divination professor at Hogwarts, gave Albus Dumbledore a prophecy in the early 1980's. It referred to a boy who would be born at the end of July in 1980 who had the power to defeat Voldemort. Voldemort took that as meaning Harry Potter, so on October 31, 1981, he came to Godric's Hollow and killed Lily and James. He tried to kill Harry, who was only a year old, but the Killing Curse rebounded and hit Voldemort instead. Harry's the only person who has ever survived the Killing Curse. Now Voldemort managed to find a way to rebirth himself, and he's taken over the Ministry of Magic. That brings us up to today."

"Holy shuck," Minho said. He was the first to speak. "I am sorry he killed your parents." Harry nodded in response.

"What's the Maze?" Ron asked.

"Oh, so we come from a world where there were sun flares that took out nearly 100% of the world's population, and turned everybody in Cranks, or basically a cross between a zombie and an animal. We come from a facility called WICKED, or World In Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department. They ran experiments on us because we're immune to the Flare, which is the virus that slowly takes your insanity and turns you into a Crank. WICKED put us in this Maze, and the maze would change every night, and we tried to get out of there for two years. We still haven't found a way out. And then we ended up here," Newt explained.

"That's awful," Hermione said solemnly. Ron's stomach growled loudly.

"Sorry, I am just really hungry," he said. The Gladers looked at each other.

"There's a kitchen over there, so I can make some food," Frypan said, standing up. The wizards nodded, and Frypan opened the door to the kitchens.

"How do you think we got here?" Hermione asked.

"I have no idea. I hope the other Gladers are doing okay," Alby answered.

"There are more of you?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, there's at least fifty boys. Teresa's the only girl," Newt replied, looking surprised.

"Wow," Ron said.

"How many people are at Hogwarts?" Teresa asked.

"Too many to count," George groaned. "Hogwarts is an enormous school."

The group continued talking for about forty-five minutes when they heard footsteps from one of the three hallways. A group of five people emerged, all teenagers, holding guns.

"Who are you?" the tallest male boomed. He had short blond hair and dark blue eyes and toned skin along with a fit physique. He looked to be around six feet tall. He also looked very intimidating. Alby bravely stepped up, and the male pointed his gun at Alby.

"My name's Alby. I am the leader of the Gladers. We'll tell you who we are once you tell us who you are," he said loudly and clearly. Newt stepped up next to Alby along with Gally. Behind tallest male stood a small female with blonde hair and brown eyes. She, too, held a gun along with the other four. The other female had short dark brown hair and brown eyes. The second male, like the second female, had dark brown hair and brown eyes. The third male had dark skin with dark brown eyes and hair. They looked like they were in their late teens.

"We're not going to hurt you," Hermione said, raising her hands up in surrender. "Did you suddenly end up here as well?" The first male turned to the others and spoke briefly.

"My name's Four," the first male boomed, still pointing the gun at the Gladers. He cautiously approached the table and slowly set the gun down. He beckoned for the others to follow. "Now who are you?" he asked again.

"My name's Alby. This is Newt, my second-in-command. The others are Thomas, Frypan, Teresa, Minho, Chuck, and Gally. Frypan's in the kitchen cooking..." Alby again explained the Gladers' story to the newcomers. They sat down and remained expressionless. When he finished, the small female spoke up.

"My name's Tris. This is Four -" she gestured to the tall, intimidating male. Christina was the other female, Will was the second male with brown hair and brown eyes, while Uriah was the third male with dark skin. Tris, Christina, Will, and Uriah were all sixteen years old, while Four was eighteen.

"Four, that's a strange name," Minho snickered. Newt glared at him, while Four got up and also glared at Minho threateningly. "Never mind, never mind," he said hurriedly.

"Anyway, we come from a world where there's five factions: Abnegation, Dauntless, Erudite, Amity, and Candor. When you're sixteen years old, you go through an Aptitude test, which helps you decide which faction to pick. Typically, each person gets one or two factions. However, if you get three, you're considered Divergent, which means your brain goes in several different directions and the faction leaders can't control you with serums. Each faction represents something different: Abnegation represents selfishness, Dauntless represents bravery, Erudite represents intelligence, Amity represents kindness, and Candor represents honesty. All of us are apart of Dauntless. However, the leader of Erudite, Jeanine Matthews, is trying to kill every person who is Divergent. Dauntless was also a part of this, so we had to flee. That about brings us up to today," Tris continued.

"Why did you have to flee?" Teresa asked.

"Tris and Uriah are Divergent, so we had to flee for their safety," Christina answered. Teresa nodded in understanding. Will turned towards Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

"What about you guys? Where do you come from?" he asked. The others turned towards him, too, with a curious and a distrusting look in their eyes.

Harry explained the wizards' story again, and Four snickered.

"Do you honestly expect us to believe that kind of stuff exists?" He turned towards the Gladers. "How do you believe that?"

"I think you should remember a few points. 1) we had our memories erased when we were young, and 2) we didn't have a childhood because we were a part of a bunch of experiments. And they've shown proof that they're wizards," Alby snapped.

"I'll prove it to you," Ron said. "Wingardium Leviosa." The table behind the group of teenagers lifted about five feet in the air. Ron gently guided the table back down.

"Okay, you're wizards," Uriah said, and turned towards the Gladers. "What about you people? Where are you from?"

Newt explained the story about WICKED and the maze while Alby went to check on Frypan with the food.

"So, this WICKED group locked you guys up, erased your memories and put you into this Maze that changed every night filled with Grievers that killed people?" Tris asked, sounding skeptical.

"What happens if you get stung by a Griever?" Christina asked.

"You'd go through a process called the Changing, where you'd gain some of your memories back, but most of them are fleeting and they're also horrible. The Changing is a very painful state of unconsciousness. Once and if a person wakes up from the Changing, they may go insane. We had a Glader named Ben who tried to murder Thomas after he woke up. The Changing happens if you're given the antidote, but if you're not given the antidote, you'd die," Newt explained.

"That sounds horrible," Four said. "That sounds worse than our world. And our world is really messed up."

...

They spent about half an hour talking among themselves. Tris had punched Minho when he tried to hit on her, and Four took a very strong disliking to Minho. About fifteen more minutes had passed when another group arrived. That group consisted of four people, three teenagers and a forty year old man. The only girl, who was named Katniss, was a a pretty girl with olive skin, long dark brown hair, and gray eyes. The boy with blond hair was named Peeta, who had blue eyes and was Katniss' boyfriend. Gale, the third teenager, had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He, like Katniss, was tough, brave, and intimidating. Tris and Katniss clicked right away. Peeta was more kind. The man, Haymitch, had blond hair and gray eyes. He was also an alcoholic.

Peeta was in the middle of explaining Panem to them. "There are thirteen Districts and the Capitol. District 1 is one of most wealthy districts, along with 2 and 4. District 1 produces luxury items, District 2 produced masonry, later weaponry, and District 3 produces technology. District 4 is known for fishing, District 5 produces electrical power, and District 6 is in charge of transportation. District 7 is in charge of lumber, District 8 produces textiles, District 9 is in charge of grain, and District 10 produces livestock. District 11 is in charge of agriculture, and District 12 is in charge of coal mining. We're from District 12, and it's one of poorest districts in Panem. District 13 was thought to have been destroyed by the Capitol after the First Rebellion. The Capitol is where the nation's most powerful and wealthy people live. All of the stuff the Districts produce goes directly to the Capitol in exchange that the Capitol doesn't bomb your district. Every year, the Capitol hosts the Hunger Games, where one boy and one girl between the ages of 12-18 are selected from each District to basically kill each other. There can only be one victor, and the victor is allowed to live out the rest of their days in peace in their district. The event is televised as mandatory viewing for all citizens, and is a way to remind the Districts that they are at total mercy of the Capitol. It's a punishment to the Districts for District 13's rebellion."

"That's horrific! And barbaric!" Hermione cried, looking stunned.

"And we thought we had it bad," Tris said truthfully.

"Hopefully, we in some kind of sanctuary kind of thing," Newt said. "I am really very sorry you had to go through that." Katniss and Peeta nodded.

"Okay," Alby said, walking back out. "Frypan's almost finished cooking the food." He noticed the new arrivals. "And we got new people. I'll go tell him that we have four more people. I'll send Minho." Minho stood up and walked a couple of feet away and yelled. "Hey, Frypan, we've got four new people!" There was a clatter of pans as everyone envisioned the cook jumping in surprise.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that?!" Frypan yelled angrily. Minho snickered and sat back down. Alby rolled his eyes in exasperation while Chuck laughed. Chuck slowly crept up on Gally, and put his hands on Gally's shoulders.

"Aah!" Gally cried. He jumped up and spun around while Chuck began running. "You little slinthead! Get back here!" he yelled, clearly very angry.

"Gally! Calm down!" Newt yelled. He got up and stepped in front of Gally, and poor Newt got shoved out of the way. Newt jumped on Gally's back, and Gally continued running with an unsuccessful Newt clinging on his back for dear life.

"Really?!" Alby yelled. Minho, Thomas, and Chuck laughed. Four, Tris, Katniss, Gale, Haymitch, Fred, George, Ron, and Harry looked very amused, while Hermione and Peeta looked concerned. Hermione walked over to Alby.

"Does this happen often?" Hermione asked.

"Something like this happens every day," Alby sighed. Fred and George ran over to Gally and Newt and attempted to get involved by trying to climb onto Newt.

"Get off of me!" Newt yelled. Fred, George, Newt, and Gally fell to the ground, and Newt immediately tried to pin Gally down, but failed. Fred and George leaped at Gally, and tackled him, and Gally roughly shoved them off.

"You bloody slinthead!" Newt shouted angrily. Gally looked incredulous, and opened his mouth to speak. "Slim it, Gally!"

Gally grumbled and stomped back to his seat at the table. Newt walked over to Fred and George.

"Are you guys okay?" he asked.

"Never better," the twins replied in unison.

"Ok-ay," Newt replied, giving them a weird look. He walked towards Ron. "Is that normal?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's the usual. It would be weird if they weren't acting like that," Ron replied, sighing. Newt nodded and went back to his seat. The four groups continued chatting amongst themselves.

...

About fifteen minutes later, another (and the last) group of kids arrived. They were a group of six kids; the three oldest were teenagers, probably about fourteen years old. The first was a girl named Max, who had shoulder-length blonde hair and brown eyes. She wore a tank-top to expose scars on her shoulder blades, black leggings, and combat boots. The next was a boy named Fang, who had brown hair and dark eyes; the third teenager was named Iggy, who also had dark hair and eyes. He was a little taller than Fang was, and he was blind due to experiments. The other three were just kids. Nudge was eleven years old, and was African-American. She had dark hair and eyes. The second kid was named Gazzy, who was eight years old. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, like his sister Angel. Angel was the last one. She was only six years old. Quickly, the other groups found out that Nudge loved to talk, Max was very protective, Gazzy loved explosives, and Angel could read minds, which freaked everybody out. Oh, and they could all fly.

"We were created at a facility called the School. We can fly, and we're half bird/half human. The people used to keep us in dog crates. It was awful, but eventually we managed to escape and we lived at a house in the woods. Then we ended up here," Iggy explained.

"How do you see if you're blind?" Chuck asked.

"My other senses are sharper," Iggy replied, looking directly at Chuck.

"Alright, the food's ready!" Frypan yelled, bringing out chicken platters. "Why didn't anybody tell me we had more people?! Now I have to go make more chicken!" he exclaimed, exasperated, and turned back to the kitchen.

"Frypan, wait!" Minho called. He ran up to the pissed off cook. "You forgot to give us the chicken," Minho said. Frypan rolled his eyes and stomped back to the kitchen.

After about twenty minutes, everybody tucked in to a delicious chicken dinner.

"This is almost as good as the food at Hogwarts!" Ron exclaimed, surprised. He and Minho stuffed their mouths.

"Honestly, do you people have any manners?" Hermione snapped, exasperated. She kicked Ron. "Minho, don't stuff your mouth with food, that's disgusting!"

"Okay, Mom," Minho sassed. She glared at him and kicked him too.

The twenty-eight teens/kids continued eating until they heard footsteps again.

Frypan sighed. "More people?" he exclaimed. "Don't we have enough already?" This time, a fourteen year old girl with dark blonde hair and glasses walked in. She wore jeans, sneakers, and a blue hoodie. She also carried a clipboard.

"Hi, my name's Casey. I know you're all probably wandering what you're doing here, and I don't really have an answer for that. But my team is trying to figure that out. So, uh, welcome to Reality, I guess. I've never really done this before, so this is kind of new to me."

The groups exchanged weird and apprehensive looks.

"So, here are some sleeping bags, and we will give you the tour of the place tomorrow. Oh, and Gladers, I know you're probably not going to believe, but let me stress that we are not WICKED. So, good-night. I don't know what you're doing here, but, as I said, we're trying to figure it out." She looked down at her checklist. "The computer program shows all of your information and we will run medical tests tomorrow to make sure all of you are healthy because we don't know if you guys just came from a battle or whatever. So, welcome to Reality. I am going to sort you into your groups, and this may be a little confusing."

Sleeping bags appeared out of nowhere in different sections of the cafeteria.

"Okay, so Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George, you guys are all from "Harry Potter" and you'll be sleeping in that far corner where you guys came from," Casey directed.

The five wizards hesitantly stood up and made their way to the bottom left corner of the cafeteria.

"Maze Runner people, that includes Alby, Newt, Thomas, Teresa, Chuck, Gally, Minho, and Frypan. You'll be sleeping in the area next to Harry and his group." The Gladers stood up and exchanged confused looks. They walked over to their sleeping area and sat down.

This continued on until all five groups were seated in their designated sleeping arrangements.

"I know this doesn't make any sense right now, but try to get a good night's sleep and hopefully we'll have some answers for you in the morning." Casey then turned and walked towards the door. She turned off the lights so they were lit dimly. The light allowed them to see, but also not to bother or interfere with sleeping.

"Look, I don't trust this Casey person. But we should probably get some sleep," Alby said, crawling into his sleeping bag. The other groups nodded in agreement and settled in. After about fifteen minutes, everybody was in a dreamless, fit sleep.

...

World: Reality

Place: Computer/Security Lab

Casey walked in to her team's computer/security lab. She turned to see a small blond haired boy working at the computer. He turned to face her as she walked in. His name was Ryan. Another person sat monitoring a tablet, which happened to have all of the groups' vitals on there.

"How are they looking, Katie?" Casey asked the girl with long brown hair and bright blue eyes.

"Their vitals are strong, and all of them are asleep. They're apprehensive and distrustful, as expected in this situation," Katie reported back. Casey nodded. Of course they would be apprehensive.

"Should we tell them how they got here?" a dark-skinned boy with short-cropped hair asked.

"Will, we can't just go in and tell them, 'hey, somebody caused some kind of inter-dimensional explosion thing that caused you to end up in Reality. Sorry about that.'" Casey snapped.

"What exactly caused this?" Katie asked, looking up.

"There was some sort of inter-dimensional explosion that transported fictional characters here. So, now everybody's worlds are in danger because the timelines could be reset and also never exist. Including ours," Ryan answered. Will looked alarmed.

"What do you mean, our world is in danger? It's reality!" he exclaimed.

"They're not supposed to be here! It'll change the dynamics of everything, it will change Reality itself, the fourth wall has been broken, people! The longer they stay here, the more damage they'll cause!" Ryan yelled, panicking.

"Okay, we'll figure this out," Casey reassured him.

"This could not only affect our world, it'll affect their worlds, too. Reality and fiction is NEVER supposed to be in the same world! The last time that happened, everything blew up and everybody died! I don't want to die in a fiery explosion! I don't want to die, period!" Ryan shouted, panicking further.

"Ryan, calm down! Whatever we do, we cannot let them know that their worlds are not real," Casey exclaimed.

"But some of them live in awful worlds, they would be so happier here," Katie said.

"They're not supposed to be here! If Reality and fictional worlds mash together, everything will be messed up! We need to get them back to their worlds NOW!" Ryan shouted. He had been awake for two days, and had drunk an infinite amount of coffee.

"Okay, how about we all get some sleep, since some of us need it," Casey said, glaring at Ryan, "And we'll reassess in the morning. How does that sound?" There was mumbled agreement between the group. Casey nodded, turned around and nodded. She walked out of the room and sighed.

What had she done to deserve this kind of catastrophe?

So, what do you think? Leave a comment in the reviews! That would be very much appreciated! The next chapter should be up soon! Happy Holidays!

~Misty