Bed to Bed Fun : )

Ch 1

            Another lovely year at Hogwarts was starting and everyone was in good spirits. Things were going quite well for Harry. That is, until he realized that he left his potions book in his room and it was nearly time for class. Snape and Malfoy would surely give him trouble for forgetting his book. He rushes to his room as fast as he can to find his book nicely laying on his bed. He goes to snatch it up to be rushing on his way, but the next thing he knows is that he lands on the floor with a big smack. The book just didn't want to move.

            Is some one trying to stop me from going to class? Is this a practical joke? Or is someone trying to keep me away so I don't get in the way of his or her terrible scheme? His mind raced with possibilities. It is only his third year and the years before sure had been interesting, so why not this year?

            When he finally looked up to see what was the problem he saw two bright green eyes right in his face. "Are you all right?" they asked is a sweat voice.

            Harry was stunned. One moment he was the only one in the room and now there was this! He had no time for this; he would surely be late now. He got up slowly and the eyes followed him. After fixing his glasses so he can see better, the sight that he saw nearly through him off balance.

It was a good ways into the day. The House Elves had already made the bed and everyone in the school was up and about on the first day of class. That is, at least, they should be up and about. However, this girl, no younger then him, looked as if she just woke up. Her blond short hair is all messed up, half of it sticking straight up into the air. Her green eyes still had a bit of sleep left in them and she was still in her moss green pajamas holding onto a camping bag topped with an emerald green sleeping bag all rolled up. All Harry could do was nod.

"Oh good! I'm really sorry about that. You see I'm somewhat lost right now."

"Well that would explain you being in the boys sleeping quarters, but you don't look like a Gryffindor. How did you get past the…"

 "Oh please could you tell me were I am! My mom will kill me if I don't make it too school today and I'm not even dressed yet!"

"…Well, you're in the Gryffindor Tower. I'm already late for my class, so if you would like I could help you find you way. Which house are you in?"

"I don't mean building. I need to know what country this is."

"Country?"

"Yes."

He can't help but look at her a little suspiciously. It's not very often you find a girl in your bed asking what country your in. Meanwhile, she is looking at him in suspense with the most innocent look he has ever seen. "You are in England, a few hours away from London."

"ENGLAND! That's impossible. If things continue on like this I will never get home. I might as well start an travel service for people who don't know where they want to go." Despair enters her features and she looks around as if she just found out that the world was destroyed and all of this was the figment of someone else's imagination.

"I'm sure it isn't that bad. Where do you live?"

"Poulsbo, Washington the good old U.S. of A."

"U.S.A? That's on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean!"

"I know! That's why I am in so much trouble. I have been traveling for three hours at least. I've been to so many places that I have lost count. First I find myself in what I think was Japan. Then I try to go what I think is East to get back home and end up in Australia. It goes down hill from there. The last place I went, I found my self in bed with two other people who I think were a lil' busy at the time, if you know what I mean. Either way the guy seemed to be speaking French, so I tried to go west and ended up here. You wouldn't have a compass I could borrow would you?"

"No, but I think I could get one for you."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you." She gives him a big glomping hug that nearly knocks him over. "If you don't mind I will wait here for you. I wouldn't want to get lost and not be able to find my way back. And by the way my name is Parin Jones. Everyone calls my PJ."

"I'm Harry Potter. Everyone pretty much just calls me Harry. How did you get in here anyways?"

"Bed to Bed Teleportation! It's the only way to travel!"

"Bed to Bed Teleportation? I've never heard of it."

"Not many people have and the people that do know of it heard it from me or someone I told, at least to my knowledge. Tee hee. Oh, was this what you wanted? I keep on forgetting to look before I leap." With a sweet little smile she hands him the book. "Well best be off. You looked to be in a hurry before you fell down. Hehe. Hurrying Harry."

"Oh no! I nearly forgot Potions class. I'll be back with the compass. Just stay right here and I will give it to you after class." Harry rushes out the door with his book and hopes that he isn't too late.

~*~

Today is just not his lucky day. Not only was he late, but Malfoy tripped him on his way in, so he got laughed at and five points taken from Gryffindor. Finally, when things calmed down, he was able to talk about what had happened.

"That's imposible!" Ron burst out.

"Shh. Keep it down" Harry scorned. "We don't want more points taken away."

Hermione turns around. "He's right, Harry. People just can't teleport into Hogwarts randomly. Hogwarts is protected from that kind of magic along with any other magic that can be harmful to the students and staff."

"But I saw her. She is in my room right now waiting for a compass so she can get back to America. Maybe her type of teleportation is a loop hole."

"Teleportation is teleportation. If she in no older then us, then how would she know such a spell anyways?"

"Maybe she invented it. That would explain why no one has ever heard of it."

"Then what about the Ministry of Magic? Don't you think they would have noticed an underage witch teleporting about for the last three hours?"

"You have a point, but that doesn't change the fact that she is there."

"Well then I guess you will just have to show us."

"As soon as class is over I will. In the meantime, where can I find a compass?"

"I know a transfiguration spell that should work. Once we have seen this girl, I can make you one."

"Now that you two are done arguing." Ron pipes up. "What does this girl look like? Is she pretty? And it is your bed that she first appeared in, right?"

"Well, yes it was my bed. She has short blond hair and green eyes. I guess she was pretty, but I don't see what this has to do with anything?"

"Oh, wait until Fred and George here this. They will flip."

~*~

When class ended, Hermione made the compass and gave it to Harry, while Ron snagged Fred and George to tag along.

Fred and George simultaneously and interchangeably, "YOU HAVE A GIRL IN YOU BED!"

"Is she pretty?"

"How did she get in?

"Is she cute?"

"In your bed?"

"And she is not a Gryffindor?"

"Hmmm…what kind of pajamas?"

"Does anyone else know?"

"In your bed?"

"Is she pretty?"

"Why not my bed?"

"And you don't know were she came from"

"Why does she need a compass?"

"Is she cute?"

"So, you say you have a girl in your bed."

"In your bed?"

"Do you think she would mind visiting my bed?"

"How do we know who the compass is for?"

"In your bed?" 

"Why else do you have it?"

"Is she cute?" 

"Will she be coming back?"

"I'm Jealous."

 "So, you say you have a girl in your bed."

"Wait'a go man…"

This went on for some time as they walked up to Harry's room.

Finally they got to the door. Harry turns to face them. "Now I don't want you guys to scare her away. She's been through a lot and just wants to get home. So, when we go in don't ask her a bunch of questions and don't stare at her. She is just like any other girl…who can teleport via beds." He opens the door. "PJ I hope you don't mind me brining some friends along, but I got the compass. PJ?"

Harry peers into the empty room along with everybody else. The only proof of her ever existing is the body print and a little bit of drool. Fred walks up to the bed. "Well, well. It's nice to finally meet you PJ. I am Fred Weasley, that is George Weasley, our little brother Ron and his friend Hermione. It is a pleasure to meet you." He commences to shake hands with the air.

Hermione looks at Harry funny. "You know you could have just asked for the compass instead of making up that silly story. With any luck we might just be able to go a whole year without any strange things happening."

"But I didn't make it up! She was here, in my bed, on my book. I wasn't making it up. Maybe If I make my bed and put the book back on it and try to pick it up again… well, that's how it happened the first time."

George takes Harry by the shoulder. "Well, it does sound a little on the unbelievable side. Bed to Bed teleportation, America, a girl named PJ, it doesn't make for a good prank. Not to mention the showing how she is no longer were you said she was; it's way too convenient and has been done too much. Now what you should have done was say you were sneaking out to meeting a Ravenclaw or something during the night."

"If you guys don't believe me then get out. I will just wait here for her alone." He begins to shove them out until the only one left is Ron.

"They are right. It is a little unbelievable, but a lot of things we have done are. Who would believe all of those things if we didn't have the school backing us up."

"So you believe me?"

"I believe you believe you saw a girl in your bed, but I think I need a little more proof before I can believe there was actually a girl in your bed." He slowly walks out of the room and closes the door. Leaving Harry all alone…

Well, mostly alone, maybe all alone for a millisecond or not at all alone if you consider all of the microscopic organisms and a spider on the wall. For just at that moment PJ returns with a plate full of chicken legs and a slice of cake.

"Did you know someone sleeps in the sink down there? That's so cool! I wish someone slept in our sink at home, and then I wouldn't have to walk down stairs to get a snack. I know my mom always put the fish asleep in there, but for some reason I could never teleport down there."

~*~

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