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Misty: something's wrong with you, you've updated three times today, once in Persepha, YOU'RE WRITING TO DANG MUCH!!!

What? Writing? To much? You must be mistaken!

Misty: *hits herself on head* ow. That's all you do! You write! You just sit there on that stupid dinky computer that can only do word perfect without blowing up! You write faster than the words show up, and when they do, they're all underlined in red because YOU CAN'T SPELL CORRECTLY!!!

. . . . HEY!!! That wasn't very nice! Of course, I could just not put you in the story, since I am the authoress.

Misty: Oh, NO YOU DON'T!!! *gets flaming look where she blows fire and turns into a giant and smashes tall buildings*

okay, okay, you're in the story . . . just don't hurt me!

Misty: that's more like it. Okay everyone, here's your disclaimer. Orchid doesn't own anything!

Good job . .. I think.

Misty: THINK!??!?

On with the chapter! '^_^',

Chapter 3–Harry Potter

His glasses began to fog up again as he looked through the falling rain. He had begun to think quiditch was cursed with bad weather. The third game in the season, and they still hadn't had a sunny day for the Wizard sport.

Something glittered to his left as he dodged a bludger that seemed to make chattering noises at him as it passed. Squinting, he saw the flicker again and headed towards it. He pressed forward with his hands, urging the broom forward. Air sped passed him, chilling him to the bone. He had to catch the snitch, his team was fifty points behind! He reached forward as the tiny ball flew away from him, dodging other players, and weaving through the field. He went as fast as he dared to go, cheers were heard all around him, egging him on.

"Fly high Gryffindor! Fly high Gryffindor!" He could hear them chanting over his beating heart. Cheers erupted as a song broke out among three houses. "Weasley is our King! Weasley is our King! He didn't let the quaffle in! Weasley is our King!"

"Weasley can save anything,

"He never leaves a single ring,

"That's why Gryffindors all sing:

"Weasley is our King!"

A smile crept up upon his face, Ron had stopped the Slytherins from getting a point! Clenching his fist he zoomed forward and finally, his fingers grabbed onto the golden ball. Yelling with joy, he raised into the air and circled around.

"And Mr. Potter has caught the snitch!" Lee Jordan announced, "a hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor!" Cheers louder than the first rose up, and everyone suspended in air finally touched down as people from the stands began to head for the exits. A familiar face came from the chattering crowds, her brown hair was wet from the rain, a scarf circled around her neck tightly.

"Harry!" she cried with joy, "Ron!" a red headed freckled friend walked up with a broom in his hand. "Great job! We won! You were both great!"

"Thanks Hermione," the two blushed.

"Come on, lets get out of this rain," Hermione pushed them towards the castle where a herd of people were headed. "You must be soaked, Harry, you're glasses are fogging again!" She snatched from his face as muttered a spell and the mist diminished. "There you go," she handed them back.

"Thanks, again," Harry put them back on, able to see again, "I should've remembered to do that before we started."

"We still won anyway," Ron smiled. The warmth of the castle made them sigh with relief. They began taking off their coats when a something hit their heads.

"AHH HAH-HAH-HAH!!!" the famous cackle of Peeves the Poltergeist was heard above them as a water-balloon smashed onto their heads, water dripped from their noses, as they pulled their coats on, pulling the scarves as tightly as they could. "Potty and the Weasel!" he laughed again.

"One day Peeves!" Ron shook his fist, "One day you'll be sorry! You better bug off before I blast you!"

"Ooh," Peeves taunted, "I'm sooo scared! Sorry Weasel, I only take orders from your twin brothers! NYAH!!!" He stuck out his tongue and pulled his lower eye-lid down.

"YOU FREAKEN DUNG-FILLED PANCAKE!!!" Ron yelled as loudly as he could, and another balloon hit him in the face.

"Dung-filled pancake?" Hermione and Harry gave their red-headed friend a strange look.

"It was the first thing that came to my mind," Ron muttered.

"Hey," Harry stopped, "I'm hungry, wanna go to the kitchens?"

"I will," Hermione volunteered, "I've been meaning to give Dobby these new socks I knitted. How about you Ron?"

"Nah," he waved pathetically and headed towards the dormitories, "I have to go dry off BECAUSE A STUPID GHOST BY THE NAME PEEVES, THE DUNG-FILLED PANCAKE!!!"

Another balloon appeared out of nowhere and hit him on the face. "See what I mean?" The two nodded, and headed in a different direction. Silently, Harry and Hermione made their way to the dungeons, and found themselves in front of a large painting of a fruit bowl. Harry stepped forward and tickled the lemon that turned into a gold handle. He pulled the door open and entered, Hermione not far behind.

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It was not long after that they came through the doors again, now fully refreshed. In their pockets was candy, muffins, and donuts for Ron. They walked leisurely, not really caring where they were going. Without realizing it, they missed a turn, and were to late when they began up an abandoned stair case.

Side-by-side, the two talked of the match and how Ron managed to stop most of the Slytherin's goals.

"He really is getting a lot better," Hermione agreed. "After Fred and George left, he's been a lot more confident."

"I wonder why that is," Harry said sarcastically, "I mean, when I first became a seeker, what was the first thing they told me?"

"I remember," the Witch nodded, "about how no one has died in years, and how people go missing a are found a month later."

The two laughed heaftily, but stopped when they couldn't lift on of their feet. "What?" Harry gasped, as he looked down to find his cement up to his ankles. They began to sink like they were in thick mud. "Hermione! What do we do?"

"I-I don't know," she replied frantic, it was now up to her knees. "There's one of these on the third floor, but you have to have someone else pull you out!"

The two frantically grabbed at the steps in front of them and tried to lift their legs out of the step. The attempt seemed to only made them sink faster.

"Hermione, I'll try and push you out," Harry grabbed her arms and strained to push her out. It only forced him to sink to his neck, and didn't seem to be helping his friend at all.

"Harry don't!" she cried, "you're only making yourself sink faster!"

"I can tell," he scowled, "you don't know any spells?" he pleaded.

"No," she moaned, "or I would've used them!"

"HELLP!!!" they both screamed as Harry's nose went under, his eyes were frightened, his arms grabbing for the wall. "Help–!" Hermione's mouth was now covered, and Harry finally went under.

Harry landed with a thud onto soft blue grass. He gasped and looked above him. Hermione's legs were suspended in air coming through a green shining circle. He jumped up and grabbed them, trying to push her upwards. She was like a giant rock, and he couldn't lift her at all. So instead, he pulled.

"GAAHH!!" she screamed as she landed on Harry making his legs crumble.

"Ow . . ." he rubbed his head.

"Harry!?" Hermione stared at him wide-eyed, "are you alright?"

"Yeah, I think I'm alright." Harry sat up, looking at his glasses that were now shattered. "Um, Hermione, would you mind?" he held them up.

"Oh, sure!" She grabbed her wand and swished it "Atumus Reparo." (Is that the right spell? I have no idea) with a flash, it was as if it had come new from a store.

"Thanks," he put them on with satisfaction. Finally, vision no longer blurry, he looked around. "Um–Hermione? Where are we?"

Shining orbs were around them, the only lights they could see. A ceiling was barely visible in the dark, thousands of feet high.

"I don't know," she stood up, and looked frantically around. She walked to the closest orb that was a glimmering violet. She touched it, and the liquid swirled. "What are these?"

It was Harry's turn, "I have no idea." Hermione began to wander farther, inspecting the lights. "Wait, Hermione, we shouldn't wander off, we may not find ours again."

"Find ours?" she questioned. "What are you talking about."

"Didn't you see? We both fell through one of them."

"What? We fell through one of these?"

Harry nodded, "I don't want to think about what they are, I just want to get back!"

"You're right," Hermione began to walk back, but as she did, the orbs lurched, and began to turn and sway is if they were held by strings. "What's–!" they all began moving as if they were living, sliding over the ground, passing one another. They sped up, and Harry and Hermione watched them as they slid around them. As soon as they started, they stopped, and the scene of orbs had changed. "Oh, no," Hermione gasped. "How will . . ."

"Where did our's go?!" Harry ran forward, dodging circles. Hermione followed, but didn't see the familiar green.

"We're lost!" Hermione cried. "We're lost in a place full of circles!"

"We're not lost," Harry said determined, "we're going to find a way back. You'll see. It can't have–hey, what's this?"

"What's what?"

"This tablet thingy," Harry stood in front of a long wide board with words going down it. Each line, was a different language. "Welcome to the Linyi Spirit Portal Realm."

"Portal Realm?" Hermione asked. "I know about Portals, but not about them having giant rooms full of them."

"Hermione, do you know–?"

"I wonder if they have anything on this in the school library."

"You haven't?" Harry got an amazed look, "if you've never read, or heard about it, Hermione, I don't think anyone knows about this place. Are you sure you don't know?"

"I'm sure, Harry," she replied, "not everything in the world is known. I think we've stumbled on one of those things. Come on, while we look for ours, I want to take a look around."

"Do you think that's safe?"

"Come on! You face Voldemort almost every year! Is that safe? It'll be alright."

"If you say so," Harry said slowly, trying to decide what to do. He silently followed the curious witch around as she poked and prodded several circles. Her hand slid right through, but didn't appear on the other side.

"It's so strange," she whispered, "that something so 2-dimensional, could have a 3-D world inside it. Harry, if we could find a way back, think of what we could do! We could travel from portal to portal, learning new things about everything! Think of what we could learn!"

The thought of going through 2-D objects into 3-D worlds was a little confusing for Harry to grasp, instead of asking, he stood silent. Hermione, excited and a little distracted, put her arm through one and wiggled her fingers. "I wonder if I could feel anything on the other side." She reached farther.

"Hermione, maybe we should just stick to finding ours," Harry said nervously.

"Don't be silly, I want to find out where this one goes."

"Hermione," he sighed. "Come on!"

"Just a minute, don't be so worried. If we can go through this way, we can always come back."

"But Hermione–."

"Harry," she cocked an eyebrow, "the messes we get into always turn out right. Come on, just one more–!!!"

Leaning a little for into the glowing blue light, she tipped into it.

"HERMIONE!!!" Harry jumped forward as he tried to grab and pull her to safety. Hand clasped around her ankle, he lost balance, and fell head first into the brilliance of the portal. A bright light blinded him as he braced himself for a fall.

But it never came. . .

Yay, third chapter is done! Pokemon is next!

Misty: Yay! What Pokemon will I have? A Vaporeon? An Articuno? Please, please, please?

We'll see.

Misty: We'll See? WE'LL SEE???

Okay, okay, yes on the Vaporeon, I'm still thinking on the Articuno though.

Misty: Yay! I get a Vaporeon!

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