I Own Nothing! Thank you to Hermionewiz27 who is the beta for this story :)

Harry dreamed of door knobs and floating keys, just out of reach. Hermione was singing hymns to him, whilst Ron was flying his Nimbus 2000. Then a shadow grabbed them both, and Harry was suddenly being dragged backwards into a dark hole whilst Professor McGonagall was laughing madly at him. Just as he fell into the hole a warning screech called out and Harry looked up to see…The ceiling. He'd woken up from the strange dream. After looking at the clock and deeming it too early, he turned back around and went back to sleep, promptly forgetting all about the dark hole and his dream.

That morning Harry woke up again to an empty dorm, and with a sleep-clogged mind he briefly realised he must've been late. Scrambling to put everything in his bag, he missed the small item that fell in with it. Running down the stairs, Harry didn't even bother to go to breakfast. He was used to the hunger; for the Dursleys had never been overly generous with their food.

Stumbling down the corridor, he met Hermione and Ron, who were waiting for him impatiently. "Harry we have transfiguration first, and if you don't hurry, we might be late!" Hermione grabbed his hand, and they ran to the fifth corridor, arriving just in time for their Professor to open the door. Harry grimaced when he received a slap around the head from Hermione for almost making them late and scurried in with Ron.

It was only when he got his books out that Harry noticed the small doll. Quickly stuffing it back into his bag, he took the brief few moments before class commenced to fully examine it. It seemed to be a perfect little replica of him, in his Hogwarts school uniform. The hair was crazy, and the shining green buttons he had for eyes matched his perfectly. It even had a tiny wand in its hand, and Harry found himself wondering who had taken the time to make it.

"Potter! Pay attention." He jumped, and stuffed his bag under his chair. As Professor McGonagall droned on and on about the theory of reflexive transfiguration he found his attention waning. He began to wonder who had constructed the tiny model of himself, and wondered absently whether it had anything to do with that door. Confused, Harry resolved to tell Ron and Hermione to see what they thought. As transfiguration went on and on, Harry couldn't help but notice that the Professor looked anywhere but at the three of them. 'Good' he thought savagely 'I hope she feels guilty!' But he still wished that Hermione would put her hand up. With no one to answer her questions, the Professor was forced to ask members of the class, and even though Harry or Ron hadn't been called on yet, they were sure that their luck wouldn't last forever.

"Weasley! Can you tell me one of the three rules of reflexive transfiguration?" As Ron squirmed in his seat, Hermione leaned over and whispered the answer.

"Errr, the amount of power you put into the spell is the factor that determines how long it will last?" McGonagall's eyes flicked briefly to Hermione before she nodded and moved on. 'Not even a well done!' Harry thought. Their Professor was in a terrible mood today. He almost ran out of the class, trying to avoid her. 'Only 5 more lessons to go.' He thought longingly.

The rest of the day passed by very slowly for Harry, and as soon as he could he grabbed Hermione and Ron and pulled them into a secluded corner of the Gryffindor common room. "I've wanted to show you guys this all day, but I haven't had a chance." He swiftly drew the doll out from his bag and placed it on the table. Both of his friends stared at it for a moment before looking at him like he'd suddenly turned into a squid.

"So you have a weird collection of dolls Harry, and the reason you're saying this is….?" Ron said.

"No! This isn't mine; I mean I didn't make it, it just showed up on my trunk this morning." Hermione looked worried.

"Why would someone give you a doll?" She took a closer look at the doll, and used a variety of spells to examine it for any dark magic. "Well…it looks harmless, was there anything else you wanted to tell us Harry?" He explained to them at great length about the small door and the disappearing wall. Both were adamant that they should look for it. They were sure that the strange door and the doll were connected somehow.

"D'you reckon it's still there Harry?" Ron asked as they neared the corridor. Harry thought about how it had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"I dunno. Maybe it only shows up on Mondays or at night…" Harry said. "Here it is… Well, here's where it was…" Hermione suggested that they look around.

"It can't just disappear without a trace!" She exclaimed, looking about frantically. "Every bit of magic leaves a trace. The key must be somewhere near… " As Harry was crawling around on the cold stone floor he was very inclined to disagree with her. It was only as Ron let out a yell of surprise that he realised she may have had a point.

"I've found something! A key…probably fits in a golden handle. Was this the one you were talking about Harry?" As Harry held it in his hands a feeling of security swept over him, and knew that it was.

"Yeah. Yeah it is Ron." He said, turning it around in his hand. He half expected the door to appear before them. Hermione looked up, a determined expression on her face.

"Well that's it then. We should go and give this key to a prefect or someone, and have them deal with it. It could lead somewhere dangerous- in fact, this doll could be dangerous." Harry immediately felt sad again, he wanted, no needed to know what was behind the door.

"No Hermione! We don't even know where it leads to. We could at least explore it, and I'm sure if it was dangerous Dumbledore would've warned the school about it. He knows everything about the school. Besides, aren't you even a little curious?" At the mixed expression on her face, he knew he'd only just won her over.

"…Okay Harry. But we can't go tonight. Lavender and Parvati are having a slumber party and they'll notice if I sneak out." Harry was slightly disappointed that they couldn't do anymore investigating that day, but went back with the two anyway.

It was only when he was ready for bed that he heard Ron's shout of surprise, and was squashed by the over excited boy jumping on him. "Harry look at this! I've got one too!" And sure enough, a little doll size version of Ron was in his hands. Each freckle was there, and Harry was surprised to note that they'd even included the scruffy way Ron did his tie on the uniform. Again, two blue buttons replaced Ron's normal blue eyes. "What do you think it means?"

"I don't know. I guess we can rule out any of the boy-who-lived's fans, or stalkers. Have Neville, Seamus or Dean got one?" After some quick snooping around they discovered the answer was in the negative.

"Weird. I wonder if Hermione has one." The boys then went down to the common room, to see if she was studying when she appeared, a doll in her arms too. The doll was again a perfect replica of her, except for the cinnamon button eyes.

"This is getting strange Harry. None of the other girls have one. What about the boys in your dorm?" When they answered, she sat down with a thoughtful look on her face. "Maybe I should go to the library…" But Harry had a better idea.

"No. I think we should go tonight to that corridor Hermione. It might be our only chance; maybe the dolls somehow help us in?" Hermione was torn, but at Harry's request followed them anyway. In her words they would be better off with her than without her. Harry drew out his invisibility cloak and they all huddled under it before setting off, wands in hand ready for anything.

The journey was relatively quiet, and they had only a few close encounters with Filch and patrolling teachers. When they had run into Mrs Norris, the school's hated cat, Ron had conjured a stuffed mouse which the cat diligently chased.

"How did you do that Ron?" Hermione asked.

"I dunno really Hermione; I was actually trying to stun her." Ron admitted.

"But that's completely different….The wand incantation-"

"It's here!"

As soon as they found the wall again all else left their minds. "Harry…This looks old. I mean, older than the school." Ron muttered. "Try the key!" Harry did as he was told and turned the handle. Despite the doors rusty appearance it swung open with ease. Looking beyond, they saw a small tunnel, decorated in patterns of red and gold. Just visible at the end was a small light.

Ron stepped back, suddenly nervous. "You want to go first Hermione?"

"No!" she squealed. "There could be anything there!"

"I'll go" Harry said with a tone of exasperation. And he began crawling through to the end. As he went through, the journey seemed to be getting shorter and shorter, until finally he fell out into an office. When Hermione joined him, they looked around. The office was very bright, and looked quite comfortable. There were knick knacks everywhere, and a large tray of ginger newts on the table. On the desk was a large Gryffindor crest, with a small photo album. As they were looking around Harry heard a low humming. "Can you hear that?" The other two nodded, and they followed the sound into an empty classroom. And sitting there at her desk, marking papers was Professor McGonagall.

But it wasn't Professor McGonagall. She looked different, and not at all strict. Instead of her usual thick teaching robes, she wore a light summer dress in Gryffindor maroon. Her spectacles that usually made her look so sharp were gone, and her hair was no longer in its tight bun, but falling in cascades down her back. As he got closer, he saw that her face no longer looked so old, and she was smiling. But as she looked up and looked him in the eye Harry almost screamed and ran. In the place of her normal emerald eyes were two emerald buttons!

"Oh, Harry dear! And Hermione and Ronald too! Bless you all, I've been waiting you know." She said as she stood up from her desk. For once Harry and Ron were both speechless, staring at her buttons and wondering what had happened to their Professor.

"Um, please excuse me but, who are you?" Hermione asked timidly. She was clutching her doll rather tightly, and took a step backwards from the strange woman.

The peculiar person flashed a toothy grin and replied. "Why I'm your head of house my dear!"

At this Ron blurted out. "But you're not Professor McGonagall!"

"No dear, I'm your other head of house. Every magical school has one, didn't you know?" She laughed breezily, and reached behind her desk, pulling out a tin of cookies. "I do hope you're all hungry, I made enough for three!" And inside was a beautiful selection of chocolate chip, double choc, cherry and lemon cookies. She held them out, asking them to try one.

Ron wasted no time in eating one, but the other two were more cautious. Harry took a bit, and was pleasantly surprised at the delicious flavour. It tasted like a mixture of all of his favourite sweets and desserts, and slid down his throat like honey. At seeing his blissful reaction, Hermione followed and let out a surprised moan at the taste. "Mmm. Thank you." Both boys repeated this as Ron reached for another.

Their Professor only chuckled, and set the tray down. "Thank you children. Now, what would you like to do in your lessons today?" Harry blinked.

"We get to choose?" Their other Professor nodded, smiling gently.

"Anything we want?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Anything at all." She replied. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Ohh, can you teach us how to-"

"Let's play wizard chess!" Ron interrupted.

"Now Ron, please apologise for interrupting Hermione. I won't have my children being rude." The woman said gently, showing that she wasn't that upset. Ron apologised quickly, but Harry seemed confused.

"Your children? What do you mean Professor?" The other head of house looked surprised.

"My poppet, don't you know? I think of all my students, especially you three, as my children." She replied in disbelief. "Don't tell me you other head of house has never told you that? You three are my favourites you know. I know it's not very Professional, but I am your head of house! And you three are just so darn adorable!" She gave a wink, and then looked at the clock. "Now, goodness look at the time, we need to hurry. Come along now children." She then bustled them along to the next room.

"Wow…" Was all that escaped Ron's mouth. Inside was a giant chess set, and two podiums where the players could sit.

"I take it you like it then? Now you can either play together against the set, or against each other. Understand? Good. Now you boys run along and play, whilst Hermione and I have a chat." With that she grabbed Hermione's hand and walked off, leaving the two boys to their fun. She led the little Gryffindor to a small corner, where they could see what was happening, but couldn't hear it.

"Now sweetie, what was it you wanted to learn?"

"Well I'd always wondered when Profes- I mean the other Professor McGonagall was going to teach us about turning people into animals. Could we learn that?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Yes, definitely dear. I think we should start with the actual spell casting, since you seem to know the theory already. Now here is the wand movement, and you need to imagine what you want the animal to become…" Hermione nodded, she was delighted.

The next few hours were spent in total bliss for the three young Gryffindors, and they wanted for nothing. However, the time spent casting numerous spells soon wore Hermione out, and after the boys got bored of playing wizard chess; the other Professor McGonagall conjured up a multitude of other games. She then asked Hermione if she'd like to help her cook dinner and boys volunteered to help too. The children helped with the desert- a huge cake, whilst the other Professor made shepherd's pie. When she went out of the room to collect some vegetables, Ron playfully flicked a pile of flour at Hermione, who in retaliation squirted some cream back at him, and it soon snowballed into a huge food fight. Harry was winning, with the other two covered in the most food when suddenly the commotion stopped as their other Professor re-entered. They waited for the inescapable telling off, but were surprised as a huge bag of flour was unceremoniously dumped on the three magically. The older woman was laughing again, and this time it sounded like tinkling bells. She looked at their faces of astonishment as they turned to glee and swiftly hid behind the table. A full on war ensued, with vegetables, flour and cream going everywhere and it was only stopped by the completion of dinner. The other mother insisted that they get cleaned up first, and she wiped most of the dirt of off their faces with a handkerchief, performing a quick scourgify for their clothes.

"Now sit down dears, and eat up." The three sat down and ate as much as they could whilst their head of house nibbled on her salad. Conversation flowed freely and the atmosphere was very relaxed. "…And tomorrow I was thinking we could play some quidditch. What do you think boys?" As they fervently nodded, Hermione yawned. The clock now read 11 O'clock at night. "Oh dear, look at the time. I think you should all be in bed." She led them up to their new dorm, which they shared. "I think this should be suitable.

The room was again an improved version of their dorm, there were only thee beds, but they were massive and the mattresses were soft. The room was decorated in Gryffindor colours and wizarding posters. At the foot of each bed was a trunk, but it wasn't filled with their possessions. It contained newer and more expensive versions of everything. The other Professor pointed them to their changing rooms and left briefly to get hot chocolate.

When she came back Harry was back in his newer pyjamas, and Ron in his brand new ones. Hermione was wearing a silk set and she giggled about how her parents had never let her have them because they were too expensive. The other Professor replied, "Nothing but the best for my children, before putting her to bed. At that moment Hermione suddenly looked pensive. She kissed them each on the forehead after tucking them in.

"Good night darlings."

"Good night Professor." They murmured.

"Do you think we should go back through the tunnel tomorrow and tell them where we are?" Hermione sleepily asked. Both boys disagreed.

"No one cares anyway. I like it here!" Harry said. He was hoping to spend a little more time with the other Professor, and wanted her to like him.

"Hermione don't worry, it'll be fine. No one will be looking for us, not even Percy…" Ron stated as he turned around and fell asleep. Harry soon followed, snuggling tightly into his duvet.

Hermione stayed awake a little longer, thinking about her home with her parents. But when she thought of Hogwarts, and the contrast between it and this new and wonderful world, she shrugged and closed her eyes, giving into the overwhelming sense of tiredness that shrouded her.