Hi guys! It's been a year since I first created this story, so this is just a little extra chapter that I made. It's kinda a tradition I do. It's just for fun, nothing serious. Enjoy!

Something furry tickled my nose. I scrunched my nose and swatted my hands about, opening my eyes. A fat, ugly cat smirked at me—what was it with animals here and their facial expressions?—before it stomped off, shaking its little butt so that its bushy tail swayed pompously behind it.

I furrowed my eyebrows, frowning. What was a cat doing in my room?

…

This wasn't my room.

…

Hell, I didn't think I was even in Hogfarts! But…but how was that possible? I swore I went to bed last night! My eyebrows knotted in thought. I had talked with Remus before we went our separate ways, and I had gone back to the Common Room. I knew I did! I was sure of it!

Could this…could this possibly be a prank? Were the boys just pulling my leg? I mean, it was possible, wasn't it? They were wizards, after all. Maybe they bewitched this entire place to look like a different castle! This wasn't even a castle, really…as far as I could tell, it was a mansion. Same difference, I supposed.

"You yanked my chain there for a second, but I caught on. Very funny, guys," I said to the air, glancing about. I stood up and put my hands on my hips. That was when I felt something sway around my knees. Raising an eyebrow, I looked down at myself.

I was wearing a skirt.

And an apron. As if I was a damned maid.

Ooh, those boys were going to get it.

"I believe this can be considered sexual harassment if you slipped this on me during the middle of the night," I growled. It was silent. I rolled my eyes, feeling the annoyance boil in me. How dare they dress me in such a ridiculous outfit and cower away from me? "Give it up before I start to get real mad." Again, no response.

Suddenly, I heard a noise from upstairs that sounded like a cat being strangled.

"Really?" I said with a raised eyebrow, glancing around as if the boys would pop out from somewhere. "Okay, cut it out. You're starting to piss me off." Annoyed, I started to tap my foot against the tiled floor. "You're going to be the next one making that noise if you don't quit it already."

The screeching continued, and I heard something else—a flute?—in the background. This was weird. Even Sirius and James would've come out by now, laughing like idiots. Then I started to feel worried. Was somebody getting murdered up there? Did Filch change the place up so that Dumbledore would never suspect the caretaker of torturing children? What if somebody was in trouble?

The thought triggered me to dash up the stairs, though I tripped twice on the damned skirt that I wore. Tumbling and swearing, I burst open the door that contained the source of the screeching.

For a moment, I could just stand there in shock. I didn't even bother to recoil.

Blondie, Avery, and McDonalds were all in the room. This wouldn't have been so shocking if Blondie wasn't wearing a huge pink dress and McDonalds was sitting at a piano. Hell, even that wouldn't have been so shocking if Avery hadn't been there.

Avery was wearing a dress. And a green one at that. I supposed he still wanted to maintain his Slytherin pride, even when wearing a dress.

…

I burst out in a fit of laughter.

"What is going on here?" McDonalds snapped, and I heard a chair scoot back; she must've stood up. I didn't respond, too busy in my fit of giggles. "You come in during singing practice and you have the audacity to sit there laughing like an insolent child?"

"Singing?" I breathed between laughs. "I thought that somebody was dying!" I laughed even harder, feeling hot tears spring into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" Marlene asked hotly. "Why would it sound like somebody was dying?"

"Be…because…because your singing was more like screeching!"

"How dare you—!"

"Peace, Anastasia," McDonalds said calmly. "Let her laugh."

Anastasia? Immediately I stopped laughing, and reality dawned on me. McDonalds had just called Marlene Anastasia. Avery was wearing a dress. No matter how green it was, a dress was a dress.

What the hell was going on here?

"Now that you've had your fun, you can go outside and start cutting all of the hedges. They've gotten awfully long. And then go to town to pick up Drizella's new dress, Anastasia's new shoes, my new—"

"Whoa there," I interrupted, all the while thinking of how those names were familiar. "What makes you think that I'm going to do all that?"

She raised a thin eyebrow. "Oh? You'll not be attending the ball with us?"

"A ball?" I said incredulously. "What makes you think that I want to go to a ball?"

"I think she's lost it, Mother," sneered Marlene.

Did she just…did she just call McDonalds—hell, McGonagall—Mother?

…

Did I smoke a joint and forget about it? Maybe it was a British joint so it was a lot more powerful than what we had back home?

"I beg to disagree. If she doesn't wish to attend the ball with us, then she doesn't have to."

"She's still going into town to get my dress, though, right? I need that dress, Mother, to impress the Prince!" she persisted, stomping her foot angrily.

The cat. Anastasia. Drizella. The bitch McGonagall—in this case, the Stepmother. The Prince. The Prince. The Prince!

It suddenly dawned on me that I was in a fairytale. Literally.

"Oh my God," I muttered, putting a hand over my mouth, backing away in shock. The three of them stared at me curiously. But where...where was she? Where was the main lady of the tale? Why wasn't she getting yelled at, and not—

Wait a second.

Then, cockily, Avery chirped, "Yes, I know I'm beautiful. You don't have to react so strongly."

I would've bothered to laugh had I not been so caught up in my shock.

"Don't stand there like an idiot!" snapped Marlene impatiently. "Hurry up and get my dress! We haven't much time!"

"The dress? For the ball?" I asked dumbly.

"Yes, the dress!" she screeched, throwing her hands up. "How much stupider can you get?"

Despite everything, despite the fact that I was stuck in some fairyland somehow, my eyes narrowed at her insult. "Don't worry, you'll get your dress," I said coolly. "Not that it'll really make a difference."

"Because I'm already so beautiful that the dress won't make a difference?" she asked with a bat of her eyelashes.

"No." Her face fell. "Because, since he's a Prince, I'm pretty sure he has standards."

Her face turned red, and I wasn't sure if it was from anger or of embarrassment. Avery gasped, covering his mouth. McGonagall's eyebrows rose and her eyes widened.

"How dare you—!" Marlene shrieked, stomping toward me.

"You think you can come in here and insult my child like that?" snarled McGonagall, stepping toward me as well. "I take you in like my own child, I nourish you and feed you, yet you treat me with such disrespect? In my own home?"

I felt anger bubble inside of me. I never understood how Cinderella just took all this bullshit and did everything she was told to do without a single complaint.

"Listen here, lady," I snarled, marching right up to her. "You never treated me like your own child. You treated me like your damned slave. I did everything you told me to, yet you yell at me things that were never even my fault. And I'm sick of it! Sick of it, I tell yah!" Whew. I always wished that Cinderella would say something along those lines.

Her lips curled. "Then why don't you leave?"

"Maybe I will!" I snapped, turning on my heel.

"Be careful out there, Cinderella," she called out softly to me. "We don't want you ending up like your father and mother." I bet Avery and Marlene smirked at that.

I knew that she was referring to 'Cinderella's' dead parents, but my hands still rolled up into fists. "I'll never be like them," I hissed through clenched teeth. And then I dashed off.

"Whatta bitch," I growled as I stalked through the grass, flinging my apron aside. "I mean, seriously, how did Cinderella always take that shit? Idiot girl was too busy singing about dreams..."

With an angry huff, I folded my arms and sat on the grass.

I paused for a moment, glancing around. Wasn't this part where the fairy godmother was supposed to appear? She seemed to be a little late...

That was when something sparkling caught my eye. Turning, I gaped at the shimmering figure in the air as it descended down toward the ground. Was this the fairy godmother? My eyebrows furrowed. She looked much taller and slimmer than I expected. Wasn't she kinda plump in the movie?

"You can't go to the ball looking like that," said the fairy godmother, and I realized that she had a very masculine voice. For a brief moment, she looked like Jesus, as she descended down toward the ground, arms splayed out. Jesus did have a beard, after all, right? Except the fairy godmother's beard was long and silver-grey.

…Wait. Something about that wasn't right. Women didn't have beards. Especially not like those. And Cinderella's godmother did not have warm, crinkly blue eyes behind half-moon glasses.

…

This wasn't no fairy godmother. It was…

"Dumbledore?"

He chuckled as his feet touched the ground. "Yes, but let's keep that a secret." He winked. "Just refer to me as your fairy godfather."

I stared at him. Then, slowly, I said, "Fairy godfather?"

He nodded vigorously, smiling. "Yes. I've come to take you to the ball."

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't wanna go to the ball."

He raised his white eyebrows. "Oh? What changed your mind?"

"I don't like balls."

"Have you ever been to one?"

"…Kinda."

"It's not as bad as you think it is," he smiled. "Besides, don't you want to meet the Prince?"

"Not really."

"C'mon, Cinderelle!" I heard a squeak from below me. "You need to go!"

I glanced down at the grass to see two mice. One was wearing a red shirt and hat, with black hair clinging to its furry face. The other was fat, its little yellow shirt riding up its belly.

"But what if I don't want to?"

The red mouse frowned. "You were so excited for it earlier!"

I sighed and was silent for a brief moment. Then, I shrugged. "Oh, what the hell. I'll go." It wasn't everyday you got to get stuck in a fairytale, after all. I might as well make the most of it.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore said, clasping his hands together. "You'll need a carriage, first. Now, where is that wand…?" He glanced about his large robes, and then pulled out his wand. Smiling, he pointed it at a pumpkin in the pumpkin patch, and it rolled its way toward us, growing and growing. Just like in the movie. And he was even singing the 'bibbidi-bobbidi-boo' song, even though he probably didn't need to. Well, it was Dumbledore, after all.

Despite the strangeness of the entire situation I was in, I felt a smile creep along my face. I felt like a little girl again. I had once wished that I too could be Cinderella and find my Prince Charming. Though, even then, I remembered my parents arguing in the background.

"Now we need something to pull the carriage," Dumbledore said, snapping me out of my thoughts. The pumpkin had transformed into a white carriage. The horse let out a proud little snort. "We can't just have one horse…we need mice!"

The little quirkiness of Dumbledore actually made sense with the fairy godmother. Well, actually, he most definitely reminded of Merlin more than anybody.

"Mice?" squeaked the fat one. I paused for a moment, my eyebrows furrowing slightly. He reminded me an awful lot of Peter…

"Yes, mice!" Dumbledore said, and pointed his wand at them. They all transformed into majestic stallions, except the one with the red jacket. He looked confused. "You, little fellow, will be the driver." And with that, he flicked his wand toward him. He transformed into a tall, medium-built, black-haired, and grey eyed…

"Sirius?" I said incredulously. Hell, at this point, I shouldn't have even been surprised. He turned to me, wearing a dashing black suit, and grinned. Damn, he looked good. Real good.

"Ready to get going?" he asked.

"Not yet," Dumbledore said. "We can't let her go in that, now, can we?" he said, gesturing to my skirt.

"No. Get me some pants and I'll be good."

He raised an eyebrow inquiringly. "I do believe that a dress will be most suitable for a ball."

"Oh hell no," I said, folding my arms across my chest. "I don't wanna wear a dress!"

"Why not?"

"I don't do dresses."

"I'd do you in a dress," Sirius mumbled. I gaped and punched him in the arm. He snickered. Wasn't the mouse (Jack, if I remembered correctly) supposed to be real nice and sweet? Sirius was just acting like…well, Sirius!

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Without proper attire, you won't be admitted to the ball."

"Fine, then, screw the freaking ball!"

"Oh, c'mon, don't be such a downer!" Sirius said. "Quit crying about it."

"I'm not cryin' about it!" I said hotly.

"I beg to differ."

I growled at him. Then, I turned to Dumbledore and said, "Fine, then. Just nothing too extravagant."

He smiled. "I knew you'd change your mind." Then he flicked his wrist, and thousands of little sparkles wove around me as my clothes transformed into a dress. Sirius let out a long whistle once the sparkles vanished, and I looked down at myself.

"Hey! I said nothing too extravagant!"

I was wearing the exact same dress that Cinderella had worn in the movie. I felt like a huge marshmallow, and probably looked like one too. I paused and raised my leg so that my foot peeked out from underneath the fluffy dress. Even the glass slippers were the same. And damn, were they uncomfortable.

"I don't consider it extravagant," Dumbledore smiled. His smile was almost mischievous, as if he knew it was overdone.

"Then you and I have very different definitions of extravagant."

"I suppose we do. Now, go on, before it gets late!" He ushered me toward the carriage. Sirius swung the door open for me, and I stepped in. "Oh! One thing!" Dumbledore said hurriedly, dashing over to the carriage. "You must be back by midnight. It is crucial that—"

"Yeah, yeah," I said dismissively. "I've heard it all."

"But, really, you must—"

Suddenly the carriage lurched forward, and I damn near well flung out of my seat. "Stupid driver," I grumbled as I settled back in my seat. Sirius laughed his bark-like laugh as we drove into the dark and toward the sparkling castle ahead.

Great. Just great. I was lost. As usual. God, this was Hogfarts all over again! Stuck in a darn castle, not knowing where to go…

Maybe I should just turn around and head back to the carriage. This was so stupid! Why the hell did I even do this? It wasn't like I was actually going to meet the Prince and—

"Excuse me," a voice called out softly to me.

"What?" I huffed, annoyed in my state of confusion, and turned around. My mouth dropped and my eyes hurt from widening too much and too quickly.

Remus Lupin stood in front of me. He wore the traditional Prince attire, just like the one in the movie. I always thought it was a little too military-like, but I supposed it was better than the ones where the guys basically wore skirts. Nobody likes a man in skirts. But Remus, Remus made the military outfit look good. It suited him really well.

He smiled at me, lighting up his handsome face. He looked absolutely...enchanting.

"Hello," he said, and bowed.

"Hey," I said as he straightened up. He looked a little amused at my response, and I raised an eyebrow. "Something funny?"

"No, not at all!" He shook his head. "I just like…I appreciated the way you speak to me as if I am just a human being."

"Well, you are just a human being."

His smile widened. "May I have this dance?" he asked, offering me his gloved hand.

"There's not even any—"

A slow waltz had started in the background. I raised an eyebrow. Remus chuckled.

"Fine, then, I guess," I said, taking his hand a little unsurely. "I'm not much of a ballroom dancer, though…"

"That's quite alright," he said, his eyes twinkling. I smiled and let him lead me across the ballroom, which had dimmed. Murmurs went across the crowd as Remus placed his hand on my waist, the other still entwined with mine. I placed my hand on his shoulder. He took a step forward, and I hastily took a step back. I shuffled along like some sort of animal, as Remus smoothly and elegantly waltzed his way to happiness. I damn near tripped twice, but he played it off by bending me over. He grinned widely as he set me back on my feet.

"Thanks," I grumbled, embarrassed.

He chuckled. "It's not a problem." He glided his way across the ballroom, guiding me. I was utterly ungraceful, skidding my way across the floor and stomping around in the heels.

"Sire, this way!" a voice hissed from our left. We both turned to see a man waving toward us, beckoning us closer. My eyebrows furrowed slightly. That was…James!

"What do you want?" Remus asked, annoyed, as we danced our way toward James. I snickered at his beard and moustache.

"Just dance right on through here," he said, gesturing behind.

"Nice beard," I murmured to him as we waltzed our way through. He looked befuddled but closed the curtain on us nonetheless. "Okay, that's enough dancing," I said abruptly. Remus raised his eyebrows and stopped.

"If you wish."

"I do wish." I paused, seeing his fallen expression. "It's not that I don't like dancing with you—it's just that I can't ballroom dance in general. I look like a dancing gorilla compared to you."

He laughed. "No, you are not a dancing gorilla! You're very majestic."

I snorted. "Yeah, right."

"Yes, really, you are!" he insisted. "I enjoy dancing with you."

"Well, thanks, I guess. You're a really good dancer."

"Thank you. Dancing is my passion."

"I see that," I smiled as we started to walk along the brick road. "Ugh, my feet are killing me. Stupid shoes. Can you hold on for a sec?"

He stood waiting for me, and watched patiently as I tried to look through the ten layers of my dress to take off my shoes. After a moment of struggling, he asked,

"Do you need any help?"

"No, no, I got this." With another few struggles, I sighed in defeat. "Okay, so maybe I could use some help."

He chuckled and bent down on one knee. I lifted the dress for him so that he could see. After a moment, he got up and my feet could finally breathe. He handed them to me, looking amused.

"Here you are."

"Thanks." I took the shoes from him.

"I don't think I've ever had a woman ask me to take off her shoes. Strangely, some have asked me put on their shoes...as if they couldn't do it themselves."

I snickered. "Maybe you have a way with feet?"

He laughed. "Perhaps. A bit of a strange thing to specialize in, no?"

"Yeah, kinda."

He laughed again. We walked in silence, walking on the bridge over the pond. I paused to glance over the railing down at the still river. I saw my reflection staring back at me. Ugh, I never liked putting my hair up in an up-do, and especially not one so high. Annoyed, I yanked off my hairband and let my hair flow back down. I shook my head, probably making it ten times messier. I let out a sigh of relief. Much better.

"Like my hair?" I asked, turning around. Remus smiled at me.

"Yes, I do. It's a bit...what's the word..." He walked in front of me, placing his hands on the railing, trapping me. "Sexy?"

I didn't know whether to blush or to laugh. "A bit more confident as a Prince, now, aren't you?"

"Hmm?" He looked confused.

"Never mind."

"You don't like confident men?" he questioned, cocking his head to the left.

"Not over-confident."

"How much is...the right amount?" He bent in closer toward me.

"Oh...you know...the right amount..." I mumbled as his face drew closer to mine. His liquid eyes were shining brightly, and his face slightly flushed.

He rested his forehead against mine, breathing soundly. "Is this enough?"

"Very close," I murmured, moving closer to him.

He smirked wickedly. God. Why couldn't he smirk like that all the time? It was so damn sexy.

He leaned in toward me, those shining eyes fluttering shut. I felt my own eyes close as his lips reached mine—

The clock struck midnight, and a huge ringing noise went off.

I awoke immediately, nearly springing out of bed. I sat there for a brief moment, glancing around. I was in my bed with the green and white drapes. There was still an obnoxious ringing noise from below me, and I looked down at my screaming alarm clock. Annoyed, I slammed on it, and it silenced. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

For a brief moment, I thought back to my dream. I felt my cheeks heat up. It...it didn't mean anything, did it? It was just a dream. The other boys were there too, after all. Hell, now that I thought about it, wasn't Dumbledore in it too? So it couldn't possibly mean anything. Remus had just been fit for the role, that was all. He was the only sensible boy I knew. He was sweet, and he was also really caring. Who could be better for the role of Prince Charming?

I sighed and burrowed my face in my hands. Great. It was going to be very difficult to look at Remus without thinking back to that dream now.

"Why couldn't I have been Alice in Wonderland instead?"

"A dream is a wish your heart makes," as Cinderella sang in her movie. ;) I think Alex would beg to differ.

Anyways, this was basically just a crack chapter. I still enjoyed writing it, though. It was fun. Especially writing Remus. And it was pretty easy to choose which Princess Alex would be. As a blonde, there were many choices available for her, but Cinderella just fit perfectly (even though she had the glass slippers taken off and not on.)

Also, I'd like to thank you all for your support. I love reading your reviews, and I love seeing the little '_ has favorited your story' alerts I get on my email. They just make me smile. So, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Happy holidays!