Hermione rolled her eyes and returned to the book she was reading. I
ignored her as usual and continued talking with Harry about what a disaster
McGonagall's class was. When I got to the part where Neville transformed
me into a water lily, Hermione shut her book with a disgusted snap.
"Honestly, Ron!" she cried. "You know perfectly well that if you had done a simple blocking charm you wouldn't have been turned into a water lily."
"Well excuse me for not having lightning fast reflexes!" I said. "I'm not perfect, unlike some people, even though they think I might be." I sat up straighter and ran my fingers through my hair.
"What are you suggesting?"
"Well, let's just say that somebody out there likes me," I said flirtatiously, winking at Hermione.
"You wish."
Harry put his head in his hands. He can't stand it when Hermione and I quarrel, but he's a pacifist. I keep teasing Hermione about how much she likes me. I think she actually likes the teasing, but it's hard to figure out girls sometimes. Especially fifteen-year-old Gryffindors named Hermione Granger.
There was a thud that came from behind my chair. A group of eight people, five of them guys...or maybe four... I couldn't really tell because they were all a tangled mass of bodies.
One of the people who was in the lump stood up and started helping the others get to their feet. He had bright blue hair with gravity-defying bangs and a ponytail. His face was very squirrel-like, with a smile on his face. I thought it odd that he would be smiling when he was just transported from somewhere else and by the look of the people he was tangled up with, nobody had a clue where they were.
"Excuse me no da," Squirrel-face man asked, seeing me. "But could you please tell me where my friends and I are?"
I closed my jaw, which seemed to have dropped open without my noticing.
"Hogwarts," I replied. "The Gryffindor common room more specifically."
"Does that mean anything to you, Miaka no da?" Squirrel-face man turned to a girl with brown hair in buns and a school uniform. Miaka shook her head.
"Well, we're obviously not in China," a tall, well-built man with black hair said.
"No, you're not," Harry piped up. "You're in England." Suddenly the whole group of people turned towards Squirrel-face man.
"We're in ENGLAND?!?!?!?!" Miaka screeched, getting the attention of practically everyone in the common room. "Chichiri, I know that you usually don't end up in the right spot when you teleport, but this is really bad."
"But you can't apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, and that includes teleporting," Hermione said to herself, trying to figure out what was happening. "How can that be?"
"I can explain that!" An American girl about fifteen or sixteen years old wearing ordinary muggle clothes was sitting on the arm of Hermione's chair. She had hair that was different shades of brown streaked with red, giving one the impression of autumn leaves.
My mouth dropped open again.
"Who are you?" Miaka asked.
"You may call me Celestial Princess. I'm the author of this story. Chichiri!" she suddenly cried, jumping up and latching her arms tightly around Squirrel-face man.
"Da?" he replied a weird look on his face. I guess he's not used to having girls latch their arms around him.
"So, uh, what brings you here?" a young purple-haired girl asked.
"I'm here to explain the improbability of this story," she explained, keeping her arms latched around Squirrel-face man a.k.a. Chichiri. "I know all about not being able to teleport or apparate on the Hogwarts grounds. I know it's impossible to teleport in Ancient China and then find yourself in England in 1995 A.D. The whole reason I'm doing this is because I want to write a good story. So the FY gang was able to teleport here but they can't teleport back."
"Why not?" an eight-year-old girl asked.
"Otherwise it wouldn't be much of a story, would it?"
"I guess not."
"But you can't do that!" Hermione protested. "It just doesn't make any sense! I mean, why do you want to mess everything up just so you can write a story!"
"Hey! Don't insult fanfiction." Celestial Princess turned around to face Hermione, keeping one arm around Chichiri's waist, "or else I will round up an army of fanfic authors and have them kill you. Not everything is messed up, anyway. But if you act like it doesn't worry you that laws of magic were bent just so I could have fun writing a story, I'll pair you up with anyone you want except Chichiri."
"Really?" Hermione asked, a smile starting to creep around the edges of her lips. "Anyone?"
"Well, almost anyone."
"You got yourself a deal!" They shook hands.
"We'll talk," Celestial Princess said, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. She reappeared a second later.
"I suggest you all start getting to know each other," she said. "You're gonna be together for a while. And a word of advice for the Hogwarts people: Be careful about what gender people really are." She shot a quick look at the purple-haired girl and disappeared again.
We followed her advice and started introducing each other. I figured that if what she said was right and were going to be together for a while, it would be best if we were all friends.
A/N: What do you all think? Is it good? I really want to know what you think of it, because this is my first crossover fic that promises to be sucessful. *evil grin* I got a lot of good ideas up my sleeve.
"Honestly, Ron!" she cried. "You know perfectly well that if you had done a simple blocking charm you wouldn't have been turned into a water lily."
"Well excuse me for not having lightning fast reflexes!" I said. "I'm not perfect, unlike some people, even though they think I might be." I sat up straighter and ran my fingers through my hair.
"What are you suggesting?"
"Well, let's just say that somebody out there likes me," I said flirtatiously, winking at Hermione.
"You wish."
Harry put his head in his hands. He can't stand it when Hermione and I quarrel, but he's a pacifist. I keep teasing Hermione about how much she likes me. I think she actually likes the teasing, but it's hard to figure out girls sometimes. Especially fifteen-year-old Gryffindors named Hermione Granger.
There was a thud that came from behind my chair. A group of eight people, five of them guys...or maybe four... I couldn't really tell because they were all a tangled mass of bodies.
One of the people who was in the lump stood up and started helping the others get to their feet. He had bright blue hair with gravity-defying bangs and a ponytail. His face was very squirrel-like, with a smile on his face. I thought it odd that he would be smiling when he was just transported from somewhere else and by the look of the people he was tangled up with, nobody had a clue where they were.
"Excuse me no da," Squirrel-face man asked, seeing me. "But could you please tell me where my friends and I are?"
I closed my jaw, which seemed to have dropped open without my noticing.
"Hogwarts," I replied. "The Gryffindor common room more specifically."
"Does that mean anything to you, Miaka no da?" Squirrel-face man turned to a girl with brown hair in buns and a school uniform. Miaka shook her head.
"Well, we're obviously not in China," a tall, well-built man with black hair said.
"No, you're not," Harry piped up. "You're in England." Suddenly the whole group of people turned towards Squirrel-face man.
"We're in ENGLAND?!?!?!?!" Miaka screeched, getting the attention of practically everyone in the common room. "Chichiri, I know that you usually don't end up in the right spot when you teleport, but this is really bad."
"But you can't apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, and that includes teleporting," Hermione said to herself, trying to figure out what was happening. "How can that be?"
"I can explain that!" An American girl about fifteen or sixteen years old wearing ordinary muggle clothes was sitting on the arm of Hermione's chair. She had hair that was different shades of brown streaked with red, giving one the impression of autumn leaves.
My mouth dropped open again.
"Who are you?" Miaka asked.
"You may call me Celestial Princess. I'm the author of this story. Chichiri!" she suddenly cried, jumping up and latching her arms tightly around Squirrel-face man.
"Da?" he replied a weird look on his face. I guess he's not used to having girls latch their arms around him.
"So, uh, what brings you here?" a young purple-haired girl asked.
"I'm here to explain the improbability of this story," she explained, keeping her arms latched around Squirrel-face man a.k.a. Chichiri. "I know all about not being able to teleport or apparate on the Hogwarts grounds. I know it's impossible to teleport in Ancient China and then find yourself in England in 1995 A.D. The whole reason I'm doing this is because I want to write a good story. So the FY gang was able to teleport here but they can't teleport back."
"Why not?" an eight-year-old girl asked.
"Otherwise it wouldn't be much of a story, would it?"
"I guess not."
"But you can't do that!" Hermione protested. "It just doesn't make any sense! I mean, why do you want to mess everything up just so you can write a story!"
"Hey! Don't insult fanfiction." Celestial Princess turned around to face Hermione, keeping one arm around Chichiri's waist, "or else I will round up an army of fanfic authors and have them kill you. Not everything is messed up, anyway. But if you act like it doesn't worry you that laws of magic were bent just so I could have fun writing a story, I'll pair you up with anyone you want except Chichiri."
"Really?" Hermione asked, a smile starting to creep around the edges of her lips. "Anyone?"
"Well, almost anyone."
"You got yourself a deal!" They shook hands.
"We'll talk," Celestial Princess said, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. She reappeared a second later.
"I suggest you all start getting to know each other," she said. "You're gonna be together for a while. And a word of advice for the Hogwarts people: Be careful about what gender people really are." She shot a quick look at the purple-haired girl and disappeared again.
We followed her advice and started introducing each other. I figured that if what she said was right and were going to be together for a while, it would be best if we were all friends.
A/N: What do you all think? Is it good? I really want to know what you think of it, because this is my first crossover fic that promises to be sucessful. *evil grin* I got a lot of good ideas up my sleeve.
