Morphing into Hogwarts
Chapter Four

Kristina's POV
"I see you find friends very important. You know where you should be in the world. Slytherin would do good for you, but your bravery is also strong. You do not fear what lies in life, nor what comes with death. There for Gryffindoor is also a good choice. But, if it's for the best… Slytherin!" Your eyes went wide as you looked down at your knees. You slowly got to your feet and put one foot in front of the other toward the table filled with clapping students.

There was a boy that looked remarkably like Jake. He smiled slyly at you and pushed one of his friends out of the chair next to him. "Hi, I'm Allana," you said sweetly.

"Draco Malfoy." You took his hand and shook it. You looked up and saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione looking over at you with wide eyes. You mouthed 'Get me out of here!' Harry answered 'Sorry' and turned back to the other Gryffindoors. Hermione glared at you as she turned her back on you.

You ate your dinner and listened to Malfoy ranting on about how people always chose the wrong friends at first, obviously noticing that you kept glancing at Harry. When dinner finished, you got up with all the other students and caught up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Harry!" you called. He turned and raised his eyebrows.

"Why'd you get into Slytherin?" he asked.

"The hat said something about knowing where I lye in the world and I know who my friends are. He also said I could do well in Gryffindoor. But… Well, I'll see you all at breakfast. Oh, Hermione? Thank you, and I'm sorry." You gave a weak smile and turned back to the stairs down to the dungeons.

You entered the room that was to be your common room for a while. It had dark leather couches and snakes carved into the stone around the fire place. And even though a warm fire was burning, the room seemed cold and hard, like granite in an ice cave. You held in a deep breath and started walking to where the girls were going up the stairs. You followed them and looked to where your trunk was sitting by your bed. Your new owl zoomed into the room and over to it's cage. You stroked her brown feathers for a while before you pulled out some parchment and a quill.

Dear Harry,

The whole place down here is colder than a tongue on a frozen pole. I really don't want to live here and I'll give Professor Mogonagal a hug if I don't move out within a week. Any ideas where I can stay? Any secret rooms you know of that I can stay in? I'm sure you of all people would know of one or two. Well, write back when you can. There's no rush… unless someone decides to murder me, the dumb blonde new girl.

Get Me Out of Here,

Kristina Allana

You gave it to the barn owl and watched it take off. She was back in five minutes with the same paper in her beak. You took it and read what was scrawled on the back.

Lana,

I'm sorry you got into Slytherin. When you need to get out, tell me and I'll get you a room. I'd like to say more, but I can't think of anything. Ron says 'sorry mate' and Hermione is starting to feel a little sorry for you.

I'll See You Tomorrow,

Harry

You didn't remember ever falling asleep, nor did you remember going to another room. But when you opened your eyes, you saw a sun lit room with many white sheeted beds. Three people were sitting on chairs to your left and one was pushed far back on your right. "Harry?" you said quietly. The four people looked up and gave a sympathetic smile.

Before anyone could say anything, footsteps were heard coming toward you. A nurse stood at the foot of your bed and said frantically, "Is there anything you need to tell me that is of great importance?"

You looked over at Harry, Ron, and Hermione who looked back at you with worried eyes. You turned your head to Draco who looked like he really didn't want to be there, but didn't want to be in classes either. "Right. Get to class everyone. Go on, you can visit at lunch." The woman shooed everyone out of the room and closed the doors behind them. "Now, I can tell you know what's going on," she said, returning to where she stood earlier.

You let out a deep breath before you said, "I have…"

Harry's POV
"I don't know, she always seemed a little tired. I don't think it's something that just came on," Hermione said.

"But she would've told Harry, wouldn't she?" Ron interjected.

"She could be hiding it from everyone until it's passed. Either way it's something serious." The two had been arguing over it quite a while now and it was starting to get annoying, but with the Hospital Wing doors in sight during the lunch period, they were going to stop sometime soon.

You opened the doors and saw Lana lying on the bed with magical heart monitors attached to her chest, neck and wrists. She gave a weak smile when you walked toward her. "What's all this for?" you asked, looking slightly confused.

"It's to make sure my heart is still working. I need to tell you something. About three years ago my doctor gave me and my family some horrible news. The hospitals did all they could for me, but six months ago, they said there was no hope. They said it would be seven or eight months before something would happen to land me in a hospital, and after that, they couldn't say. Their prediction was a month off. What I have is…"

Draco's POV
You couldn't go down there. Not when Potter was there. No, you would go later.

But it was difficult for you to not go down to the hospital room. Your curiousness as to what happened last night was extremely huge. You thought back to what had happened last night.

There was a thud from the girls dorm area. A scream let out with a terrified Pansy Parkinson running down the stairs. "The new girl, the blonde sixth year. I think she's dead!" You ran out of the room to Snape's office.

"Professor, it's Cornelius. Someone just told me she collapsed in her bedroom."

Snape stood from his desk and walked swiftly to the Slytherin common room. He brought the blonde to the Hospital Wing, and there she stayed.

Omniscient POV
Harry stepped out of the Hospital Wing, head down. "Don't bother," he said to the bleach blonde, just about to enter the room. "She's not going to say anything."

"What do you mean, she's not going to say anything?" he asked. Harry looked at his enemy, blinking a few times before continuing to walk. "You mean?"

"Yeah. That's what I mean." Both boys let out a deep breath, one going one way, one going the other.

Harry Potter walked slowly into the Gryffindoor common room, thinking of the one of the last things Allana had said to him. "I may not know very many people here, but I think you and that Weasley girl would be a great couple…" Every head turned to him. His eyes moved up. Everyone seemed to be asking the same question. Harry shook his head.

At the same time, Draco Malfoy stepped into the Slytherin common room, thinking of the last thing he had said to Allana. "I hate to say this, but I really like you…" And like the Gryffindoors, every head turned. Though not as many of the Slytherins liked Kristina Allana, they wanted to know the verdict. Draco dropped his head.

And all at once, everything turned quiet. All at once, everything changed. Harry started taking things in differently. Draco's personality got harder. And when the silence felt suffocating, the two said at the same time, "This never happened."

Harry's POV
You jumped, expecting to see a dormitory in Hogwarts. But instead, you were in the Dursley's house, your face pressed against the window. You looked over at the calendar, seeing that it was the beginning of summer, not September third. You got dressed, and went outside. At the same moment, a girl from the house diagonal and to the right stepped out onto her porch. You squinted your eyes, then realized that that was Kristina Allana Cornelius. Instead of continuing your walk, you went straight towards her, asking, "Two nights ago, did your parents tell you that you were a witch?"

She looked at you like you were crazy. "No." She laughed. "Wow…" she walked away from you.

"Wait!" you called. You had to be sure this wasn't her. "Do you have cancer?"

"Oh my God, no! And would you please not talk to me? I'm late for my friends birthday party."

That's definitely not her…

Kristina Allana's POV
"So I woke up this morning, and I went outside and this guy from across the street asked me if two days ago, my parents told me I could go to a school for witches and wizards. And I was all, "No…" and he asked me if I had cancer. I was totally freaked out. I mean, why would this guy ask me something like that? I don't even know his name," you said to Andrea.

"Did you recognize him at all?" she asked.

"I think he used to go to school with us. He was that weird one that Dudley Dursley used to beat up."

"Oh! Wasn't his name, like, Harold? Or something?"

"Yeah!"

The brunette pulled out her yearbook from when we were ten. She flipped through it, finally finding a boy named 'Harry Potter'. "That kid?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"He was so cute… What does he look like now?"

"It's kinda hard to describe him…" you said, walking over to the window. "Oh my God…"

"What?" she asked.

"That's him…"

"Wow… He's a babe… Who would've thought he'd be a nutcase?"

THE END.

A/N: Was that not terrible? Hahaha :D I'm so ashamed. I had such dreams for that story, and then it just kind of fell apart and I ended up forgetting half the things I wanted to put in there. Like the necklace. That was supposed to have some huuuuge significance, and I forgot was it was supposed to be. So whatever. Ha :D Thanks for reading! I don't expect you to review, but if you do, go ahead and be brutal. It couldn't possibly be worse than what I've already told myself. And as I said in the beginning, my other stuff is much better. So read that to have a complete holy-moly-did-her-writing-style-change moment. :D TTYL!