Chapter 3

Mulder's eyes opened. He way lying face down on a cold, stone floor. He turned around so he could see the ceiling. There was a glowing fire in the fireplace, and several empty arm chairs surrounded him. Also surrounding him were his companions, and his plate of brownies.

"Scully" He nudged her.

"Mhhgggfff." She turned over, her back to Mulder.

"Scully!" He poked her harder.

Nothing. He tried this on Skinner and TLG. Nothing.

Sighing, he reached for a brownie, and got a blanket, and curled up in an armchair, and fell back into a blissful sleep.


The sun wasn't even yet up, and Angelica's watch only read 4 am. She couldn't get back to sleep though. She had an awful feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sure what it was, but she new it wasn't good. She just hoped it didn't have anything to do with the up coming Quiddich match.

Anglina was walking down the stairs to the common room, thinking she'd do some homework until the rest of the team came down for breakfast.

She was on the foot of the stairs when she saw Mulder in the chair, and then Scully, lying sprawled out on the floor. Angelina, not knowing she was only asleep, thought that she was dead. Her sharp scream echoed though the room, and up the stairs into the dormitories.

"Wot is it?" Fred stifiled a yawn.

"Somebody die or sumthin?" This time the speaker was George.

"Look!!!" She pointed twords the sleeping forms of Scully and the Lone Gun Men and Skinner.
"Wot the? Some body go get McGonagal."

"I'll go get her." Dennis Creevy ran out the portrait.

By now, the all the Gyffindors were on the stairs, the Quiddich team was all gathered around Angelica.

"Wait a minute! Where's Harry?"

"Where"s Ron?"

Ginny appeard on the staricase.

"Ginny" Fred was sharp. "Do you know where Hermione and Harry are?"
"No.. I thought they went to bed. I woke up last night after our party.. and they were all gone. I thought they had gone to bed."

Angelina went pale. She remembered the feeling that had woke her up. It was returning. "Someone.. go see if they're in their room."

"I'll go!" Collin scampered up the stairs.

"Wot is going on here?" Proffessor McGonagall's voice came though the portrait. The tower fell silent. "Why are you all out of bed."

Anglina spoke. "Professor, I was walking down the stairs... I couldn't sleep. I came down.. and... I... I saw..." She pointed twords Scully. "I saw her just lying there."

Professor McGonagall also went pale. "Potter. Where's Potter?"

Collin came down the stairs. "They're gone! All of them gone!" He hadn't relised the McGonagall was there. "Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Even Hermione!"

Profssor McGonagall grabbed a chair for support. "Somebody... go get Dumbledore..."

"Why do you need me Professor?" McGonagall turned around. "Oh Professor Dumbledore... Potter, Granger, Longbottom, Thomas, Finigan, and Weasly... they're missing. And Muggles. Muggles are here Albus." She moved away form the sleeping forms, and they came into Dumbledore's view.

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Ron exploded. "What!! No! McGonagal won't play with out Harry!!! She can't!!!"

Harry frowned grimly. "Yeah she can. She did once. Remember?"

Ron was livid. "But... That was completely different!"

Hermione winced as Ron yelled in her ear. "No it wasn't Ron. But.. since all of us are gone... surely... they.. I mean to say.."

Harry stepped in. "Dumbledore! Since all of us are gone... Dumbledore will do somthing!"

Ron had calmed down. Neville, Seamus and Dean were quiet. They didn't know what was going on, but they felt that they'd leave it to Harry and them, after all.. they would know what to do, right?

"Harry!!!" Snuffles!! What about Snuffles! Did you say that he was coming down with Lumpin! To talk with Dumbledore! When was he coming!" Ron was practically jumping.

"Last night."

"But Harry... how did we get here?" Neville had finally spoken.

"Harry... It wasn't Him was it....?"

"Probably" Harry was Non-chalet. "Where'd the brownies go?"

"Here." Dean handed him the plate. He and Seamus had been munching away. Everyone took one.
Ron sighed. "I wish I knew who made these brownies they sure are tasty."

That sat for a while. Just enjoying the goodness of the brownies. They could feel their worries melting away. Harry was starting to think there was some special ingredient in them. 'Must be magic' he said to himself as he drifted to sleep along with the others.