Well people-eople! Here I am! I AM BACK! With another wonderful chapter for my wonderful story of Midwest Academy!

So, to all my wonderful fans out there, here's Chapter Fifteen!

Chapter Fifteen

                                                                        Explanations

I've concluded the only reason my father and uncle ever completed Hogwarts was because of Aunt Hermione. They seemed like typical boys, complete idiots when it came to problems like time travel. Aunt Hermione might have been a better help with this problem, since she actually had some sense in her, but she couldn't see us.

"Listen, you too may think I'm crazy and you may be right. But can you take me to the Gryffindor Common room. F- Uh, I need a place to sleep. Then I can explain it in more detail what's going on and where I'm from."

"Why should we?" Ron asked with suspicion clear in his voice.

"I can tell you, when I have some sleep. Is tomorrow a Saturday?"

"Yeah, how about when we get back there, you can tell us?"

"Dude, as long as I can sleep somewhere that is not a cold hard floor, I'll tell ya' everything." I gave a small yawn to this statement, and so did Fred behind me. "Oh yeah, I had forgotten you for a sec Fred."

"Whom are you talking to?" Harry asked, looking behind me. "I don't see Fred behind you."

I sighed and shook my head. "That's another thing I need to explain, but later. Just get me a place to sleep!"

Ron looked at Harry. "Well, the only place I can think of," Harry began. "Is our dormitory, but you can't go in there."

I glared at them. "Fine! I'll sneak into the girl's dormitory! JUST TAKE ME BACK TO GRYFFINDOR TOWER!!!" I think that got them to listen to me, because almost instantly they were leading me down a hall obviously to the common room. Eventually we made it to a painting, with this fat lady in it.

"Jellyfish!" Harry said, and the painting flipped up, revealing a portrait hole, similar to the one back at Midwest.

"Fred, I want you to follow them to the boys dormitory, I don't want you in the girl's dormitory," I whispered to him.

"What? You don't trust me?" He asked, his eyes twinkling innocently.

"As of right now...No..."

"Oh. Too bad." He grinned even worse. I hated that. It ment he was thinking something not too good.

Ron pointed to a spiral staircase leading up a tower. "That way is the girl's dormitory. Keep climbing until you-"

            "-Find the door with the writing 1st year on it. I know." I looked at Fred and he nodded, giving me a wink. Sighing, I climbed the staircase and entered the door at the top marked first year. The dormitory was empty, which was good but I had to move quickly. I ran to the closet and grabbed blankets and two pillows. I spotted a bed with large books pilled next to it. It was Hermione's bed. I quickly stuffed everything under the bed and attempted to make some sort of a bed out of what I had.

            I had just finished my "bed" when I heard the voices of girls enter the room. I pulled out my wand and whispered, Clothmorphis, changing my clothes to a pair of pajamas to wear to bed.

            "Hermione's out studying again," One voice said.

            "I know, she spends way too much time doing that," Another said.

            "Well, you can't blame her, being muggle born and all. But I still think she needs to loosen up and have fun, or else she'll be boring her whole life!"

            The door opened again. "Hello," The small voice muttered. I heard the bed creak above me. Hermione was in here now. If only she could know what they said. If only she could see me! If only those girls weren't so mean! Gryffindor was not as great as they said it was.

            Slowly, the talking died down, and as the girls began to drift off to sleep, so did I.

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            "Ok, now will you explain what's going on?" Ron asked, shutting the door to an empty classroom. Harry and Fred were already in the room.

            All right. "My name is Alexia Potter," I began. Harry looked curiously at me. "I was born in the year 2005. I attend Midwest Academy of Magic, one of the schools in the USA. I come from the year 2016. Is that enough?"

            "No," Harry said, looking at me. "Yesterday you mentioned that Ron was your uncle."

            "Ah, yes, the slip of my tongue. Harry, I don't how else to put this. But you're my father."

            Harry was silent for a moment.

            Fred smiled broadly. "Are you going to start breathing weird and saying 'Harry! You are my father!'?"

            "No Fred! I won't." I whispered to him, hoping the other two didn't hear me. They didn't.

            "But, how does that make you my niece?" Ron asked. He was still very skeptical about this.

            "Well, your little sister, Ginny, will eventually marry Harry and have two children. Andrew, my brother, and me," I smiled faintly.

            "Hmm..." Ron looked at Harry for a moment and then back at me. "Well Harry, one things for sure."

            "What?" He asked, finally taking his attention off me.

            "I'll have to kill you when you do," He grinned. "I believe you. There's this weird resemblance between you and him. Besides, this world is just crazy. You know, with You-Know-Who..."

            "But when I come from he's dead!"

            "Really? Voldemort is dead?" Harry asked, looking hopeful.

            "Yes! And you killed him!" I gasped and shook my head. "I shouldn't have told you that. I'm telling you too much already. Hopefully we can come up with a memory charm."

            "Yeah," Harry answered. "How do we solve the problem of nobody seeing you?"

            "Well," I thought for a moment. It was a long moment because I hadn't given it much thought. How would we solve it? I knew we would need some help, especially from Hermione. But since she couldn't see me it would be very difficult. "We could do a potion. It'll take some serious searching, and someplace to make it, but I think it could be done. But there's just one thing."

            "And that is?" Both boys asked.

            "We need Hermione."

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            Ron slipped into the seat next to Hermione at dinner. "Hey Hermione. We've got a problem."

            "What? Are you going to fail a test and need my help?" She asked before biting into a piece of chicken.

            "No, it's a different problem. I can't explain it here, but trust me. It's important. Meet Harry and I in the common room at midnight tonight, when everyone goes to sleep. My brother's are going to be there too."

            "What's so important?" She asked, beginning to get curious.

            "Trust me. You have to wait till tonight."

Well folks! There it was, the long awaited chapter! I must say, it wasn't what I was hoping for, but I hope it will do.

It's been a couple of months I believe since my last chapter, I know. I just haven't gotten the boost to write it, until now.

I'm sorry it took so long to write it! I hope you guys are happy I wrote another chapter.

So, please stay tuned for the next chapter of The Original Midwest Academy!

P.S. Oh, and if you like this story, I highly recommend you read Midwest Academy (The revised version). It is a better story. Or it might not be. You decide!

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