Let me start with this: IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY! I didn't realize a month had gone by…. Honestly, due to the small amount of reviewers, I didn't think anyone was really liking this one… so I thought I could take my time.

Oh, and I also broke two bones in my leg the week before Christmas. Oops. My mind's been…a little distracted…lately. So… im gonna try and get this done before bed!

Heeerrrreee weeee gooooooo!

Willa's POV…

My lungs burned, from breathing in so much of the crumbled castle's dust. As we crashed onto the pavement, my mind was more focused on the fact I couldn't breathe than anything else. Two bony people landed on me- probably Charlie and Amanda or Jess- which smashed my head onto the pavement. The people rolled off of me, but I was still too focused on the burning and the pain to listen to what the snot-filled little kid in front of us was saying, or what Philby was freaking out about now. Honestly, I had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Charlie was freaking out now, too. And everyone seemed to be scared… but I couldn't breathe, and, once again, I was focused on that.

Charlie's POV…

Muggles! We're in the Wizarding World!

"Harry Potter's world!" I whispered to the rest of the group.

"Oh god." Finn muttered.

"What do we do?" Amanda asked.

"Well… We could…" Philby trailed off.

"I dunno… Willa, you read the books. What do you think we should…" I looked at the girl, laying on the cobblestones. "Willa!" I shrieked. I ran to her side, bringing her into a sitting position and supporting her. I shook her a little.

"Willa?" Amanda was kneeling next to her, talking softly and slowly, "Can you hear me? Wills, wake up…"

Slowly but surely, she blinked awake.

"Ehh… sorry…" she mumbled weakly. "I… ugh… couldn't breathe for a second there…"

"Are you alright?" I asked, slowly.

"I'm fine… I'll be fine…" she breathed.

"Alright… wouldn't want you to-"

"STUDENTS! You're supposed to be back by now! And where are your uniforms! Ugh! Stop laying around, the Hogsmeade visit is over!" A short, plump lady with curly grey hair was yelling.

"Huh? No, Ma'am, you don't understand-" Philby started.

"Don't you 'no Ma'am' me! Get back to the carriages! Now! You're lucky that there's still one or two left! Now, go!"

"Uhh…. O-okay… Th-The carriages? R-refresh my memory, please, P-Prof-fessor-r… umm…" Willa said nervously.

"Good Lord, child, did you hit your head? Or have you just been hexed! Professor Sprout is the name you're looking for, and I, for one, Do not tolerate rule-breaking! The carriages are that way! Go, before I report you!"

I helped Willa to her feet, dragging her by the hand, and we all ran in the direction she was pointing.

Just as I could see the carriages, Maybeck stopped dead in his tracks. Then, Willa stopped, letting go of my hand.

"Guys! Come on! The carriages are right there! We have to go… now!" Amanda said.

"They must be pulled by magic, or something!" Philby mused. The five of us were looking back at Maybeck and Willa, urging them to come with us.

"M-Magic?" Maybeck stuttered out. "You don't see that! It's like a dead horse!"

"Maybeck, there's nothing there…." Jess muttered.

"J-Jess… Y-you c-can't s-s-see the… a-animal? In f-front of the horse." Willa whispered, barely audible. I was starting to wonder why she was so nervous, stuttering so much.

"Willa, come on!" I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her. She fought it, but I was stronger than her.

"Yeah, Maybeck, Let's go." Finn said sternly. Maybeck slowly followed.

We all crammed ourselves in one carriage, not daring to separate.

"Wh-What do we do when we get there?" Willa asked, not looking at us. Her, and Maybeck's, eyes wouldn't stop focusing on whatever they thought was on front of the cart.

"Well… We could… We should find, uh, a main character, I guess. Or Dumbledore?" Finn suggested.

I nodded.

"Not any Slytherins, though." I pointed out.

"Yeah, a main Gryffindor character, if possible. They seem… more willing to get in trouble to help people." Jess pointed out.

…

We followed the noise of chatter and laughter to the Main Hall, where what looked like the most delicious dinner anyone's ever had was taking place.

"Walking in might cause a distraction… soo we need uniforms." Philby started.

"There were like, three billion closets along the way here." I pointed out.

"There are like, three billion hallways." Maybeck spat back bitterly.

"Relax, I was just saying!" I yelled at him. He rolled his eyes.

"Alright, both of you shut up." Amanda interrupted. "We'll all go look for uniforms carefully. We're not splitting up, and we can't get caught. Got it?"

We all gawked at her. Some of us nodded slightly.

"Good. Let's go."

We crept down the hallway, opening a few noisy, squeaking doors. This place was amazing. It had high, decorative ceilings and floor-to-ground windows lining the hallway. Tapestries hung in some parts, most of them crests. And the paintings were moving, staring at us as we walked by, and glancing nervously at each other. Finally, I came to a short, oddly-shaped door; it creaked as I opened it. I looked in, and saw shelves full of black cloaks and button-up shirts. Looking further, I saw ties of every color, and dark pants, along with gray sweater vests.

"Guys!" I called back into the corridor. "Over here!"

Soon, (after awkwardly changing) we were wearing the official Hogwarts Uniform(minus the cloaks), and Willa was nearly shaking with excitement.

"Don't pass out, kid. We've been down that road already today." I laughed.

"Okay… We have Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw robes… which one?" Philby asked.

"All Gryffindor. We have to stick together." Finn said.

As we stepped out of the closet, dinner was ending. We made final adjustments to our uniforms so they were exactly like that of the passing Gryffindors. Then, we followed the Gryff's in pairs, as to not arouse suspicion.

Willa and I were last, and we came to the painting of the Fat Lady, right behind some students that seemed to be our age.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia." One whispered, and the painting swung open. The two boys stepped aside, and that's when I saw who it was; Harry and Neville.

"OH… uh…Mr.… Longbottom, sir… and, uh… Mr. Potter…?" I stuttered.

"Did she just call me Mister Longbottom?" Neville whispered. Harry, looking very confused, nodded.

"Actually… I don't recognize you… Who are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm.. I'm Charlene… Turner, and this is… Isabella. B-But we call her Willa." I stuttered.

"Why don't I recognize you?" Neville mused.

"W-W-W…" Willa tried, but she was so nervous, she was cowering behind me.

"We need your help." Came a voice inside the door. There, I saw the rest of the keepers.

"We're not from here. We got lost, trying to get home, and somehow magically ended here. We need to get home, Mr. Potter." Finn explained.

"Why are you calling us 'Mr.'?"

"Umm… Out of respect, I guess."

"My name is Harry. Call me that. I might be able to help you, but show me your arms." He instructed. "I need to see something."

"The dark mark?" Neville rambled as we rolled up our sleeves and Harry checked. "They're a bunch of kids. How old are you, anyway?"

"I'm fifteen. How about you?" I asked.

"We're sixteen." Neville said. You're all fifteen?"

"No, two of us are fourteen."

"Who?" Harry asked.

Jess stepped forward.

"And who else?"

I turned around, to face Willa. She was concentrating on her shoes, her dark hair falling in her face.

"Willa is." I looked closely at her face. She seemed sad, but she looked up at me.

"Oh… Erm.. Willa, is it? Yes… Are you alright?"

When she didn't answer, I turned to Harry.

"She's had a rough day." I informed him.

"Looks like it." He said. He jumped, and pulled a coin out of his pocket. So did Neville. They shared a worried glance. "Follow me, we have to get to the Room of Requirement."

We nodded, and followed him down the corridor.

…

So they met Harry and Neville. And Maybeck and Willa can see Thestrals… Maybeck's parents dies and I believe Willa's dad died too? It mentioned something about an accident.

Sorry for the short chap, I just wanted to get something up. More will be up this week, I believe. But please review, because when you don't review, I don't feel pressured to get a new chapter up.

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Sorry, didn't proofread…

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