Looking back, I can't believe I ever thought that it had been a gun. It must have just been some type of Mist, a mist of both our worlds coming together and blocking my view. But in that moment, as the girl with red hair stood on that desk with something in her hand, I knew that I was thinking the exact same thing everyone else was thinking at that moment. My god, this girl's got a gun. Everyone froze, staring at it. It was brown, a bit flimsy looking for a gun. Of course, it was not a gun, but that didn't stop anyone from thinking that it wasn't.

She brought it up, pointing at the ceiling above the teacher's desk, and with a quick flick of her wrist, bright, hungry flames poured out. Screams broke the frozen silence, and every kid was scrambling to his or her feet and running out the door. An alarm went off, somewhere in the school and echoed through the halls. The girl seemed to not notice the alarm, the kids, or even the fire pouring out of her gun. She just seemed to be checking something on her neck, a golden necklace I hadn't noticed before, and kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I was, of course, the last one in line. Yet as I tried to brush past Bella, who was too busy screaming to run correctly out the door, the heat on my back died, and the doors in front of me closed as soon as Bella had gone through them.

I turned around, and saw that the girl was pointing whatever she had in her hands directly at me. I didn't move a muscle. I didn't even think, and if I had at that point my thoughts would have been along the lines of HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY FRIKEN SHIT.

"Don't move. Don't speak. Don't breath." She jumped from her deck, and landed feet I front of me, and put away her gun in her back pocket. She had a commanding voice, like a General's. I could tell she usually got what she wanted.

"Grab my arm."

I glanced nervously around the room, trying to avoid Eye Contact with the crazy girl the best I could. "I thought you didn't want me to move." I said, fear building up in my throat. I brushed some strands of my dark hair aside from my forehead.

"I changed my mind. Now do it."

I glanced at her face, and leaned forward, and grabbed the side of her elbow with 2 hands. She looked at me, her brown eyes studying me briefly before she closed them, and my world disappeared.

The sensation of teleporting isn't something you can joke around about. The sensation is like when you pass some play ooze from one hand to another. You feel parts of your body seemingly melt like butter, while other harden like a rock, all the while you feel like every part of your body is dancing to Disco music. That is literally the sensation. But I hadn't known how it had been then, and when the crazy sensation finally stopped, and I fell flat on my ass. Hard.

"AHHH-Pbllll." I had started to scream, but a hand had been thrust out, covering my mouth.
I opened my eyes, and when everything finally stopped spinning I could tell I was in a place very far away from Needlebrook High School.

It looked like I was in the attic of a very old, but classic home. Cobwebs were everywhere, and it was night time, with just the moonlight shining in from a big, glass window to the left of us. There were boxes spread around, and in the center there were stairs leading down to a pair of doors. But I didn't much care about that, because I was freaking out and trying to punch the girl that had drugged and kidnapped me. She slapped my hands away again and again, and even though I was pretty strong for my age, she grabbed both my wrists, twisted them back, and held them against my chest. I was furious, and I tried to kick her but she was standing above me, and out of reach. She was looking at me with obvious disapproval, and in that moment I would have spit on her, had my mouth not been as dry as a Raisin.

"Calm down. I mean it." She commanded. I swung one leg up which narrowly missed her head, but she let go of me and I scrambled to my feet, looked down on her with my fists raised.

"Where the hell am I? What do you want? I swear-"I said, taking a couple steps forward. "I won't sissy out because you're a girl." She looked at me as if I was a complete retard, and simply took out the gun from before, and pointed it at my chest. My heart beat spiked, and I lowered my hands. I couldn't see it very well in the darkness of the attic, but it seemed much thinner, and without a handle.

"Now, I need you to be quite for just a second so I can try and expla-" She was cut off by a sudden tackle made by me. I brought her to the ground, and slapped the hand holding the very obvious wooden stick. I slapped the hand with it, making her drop it, and sat on top of her, holding her arms on either side.

"No, I need you to be quiet" I said in a whisper so threatening, I couldn't realize it had come from me.

"I want to know why I'm here, and I want you to bring me home, got it?" She looked scared, and I couldn't tell it was an act until she spit into my eye.

"AGH" I yelled out, and she brought up her knees and shoved them right in between my legs. I felt my head swell up, and something down there pop (Metaphorically, ladies) and I fell to my side. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her pick up her stick, and bring it around, jabbing it painfully into the side of my neck. For some reason, it seemed to burn as it touched my skin, and I was wincing from the pain.

"Listen to me" She hissed at me from the shadows. She brushed a clot of red hair from the side of her forehead, uncovering the tattoo next to her eye, the one with a line, a circle, and a triangle in unison.

"My name is Hermione Granger, and I'm here to save you."