A/N: Please enjoy my insanity! ( Bizz, ya'll
((The time difference between London and the story is 6 or 7 hours, I'm not sure where the story is set))
CHAPTER TWO: MEANWHILE, BACK AT MY RANCH-STYLE HOME
Harry Potter was having a very nice dream. In this dream, he was riding in a hot air balloon. Standing next to him were Ron and Hermione, and Professors McGonagall and Snape were 'co-captains' of the balloon. Ginny and Neville stood next to Hermione, and Ginny was chatting with Hermione quietly. In all their beds, the above characters, created by the great JKR and not me I don't own my friends for that matter, were having the same dream.
Suddenly, Harry was jolted awake from this dream. Apparently, the hot air balloon had crashed. He rubbed his eyes groggily, and reached for his glasses on his nightstand. He groped around for a moment before realizing that either a) the nightstand had been moved or b) he wasn't in his bed.
Nervously, he opened his eyes. Everything was blurred, but he could definitely tell that something was wrong. For one, he was looking at a pool. For another thing, he was in a totally sexy ((..umm..sorry, Me should stop interrupting)) body. For another, someone had just called him Jacob.
"Uh. hi." he said. The person who had called him stared for a moment, but then left.
"Oh dear Merlin what's going on?" said Harry.
"Did you just say Merlin?" asked a girl sitting next to him.
"Yes." said Harry suspiciously.
"What's your name?" asked the girl.
"Harry Potter," he said calmly. No one would recognize him here.
Or so he thought.
To his great surprise, the girl's eyes lit up in wonder.
"It's Ginny, Harry! And. Professor Snape?" she asked ((coincidently, my friend also has red hair. This was not planned, actually)), pointing at a large man wearing Muggle clothes who was completely drenched.
He nodded, baring his fangs. "What is the meaning of this?" said an unfamiliar voice, but the tone and words were very familiar. They came from a tiny girl with long brown hair and tan skin.
"Professor McGonagall!" said a girl next to Harry. He turned to look at her.
"Hey, you're incredibly hot!" he said. ((A/N: Yea, that's me complimenting myself.))
"Harry?" asked Hermione, who was in the body of a girl with long blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes.
"Yea, Hermione," said Harry, flushing. "Now where's Ron?" he asked quickly.
"Right here," came a miserable voice. Harry turned around to see someone very tall, with blondish-brown, short and curly hair, grayish-blue eyes. This someone was a very pretty girl.
"Oh, no, Ron!" cried Hermione.
"Apparently the people we switched places with didn't have the same number of guys has us because J.K.R. has created a predominately male story!" Hermione said in distress.
Ron looked glum for a moment, and then suddenly, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a root beer float sitting next to a Milky Way, some real Belgian chocolate, and a bag of brown sugar. Oh, and French Berry Lemonade imported from France. Back to the real story.
"What are you so excited about?" asked Harry smugly. Harry always the best. he had the nicest body, he noted, his teachers all loved him deep down, he got all kinds of items other students didn't get, teachers loved him, students wanted to be him.
"I can hear a real girl conversation! WHAT do they talk about?"
Suddenly, Harry was envious. He leaned in to punch Ron in the nose.
"WHOA!" shouted a voice.
"Shutup! I always get what I want!" called Harry. "I can be mean and angsty and stuff when I shouldn't be and people take pity on me!"
"What's up with you Jake?" came the voice, which belonged to a rather good- looking, average height boy.
"Jake?" said Harry, confused. "Oh right. I was just kidding."
"You tried to punch Danielle!"
"Danielle. Nice name," said Ron.
The boy looked at him funny, while the rest nodded their agreement.
"Right.I don't know what's up with you guys, but I'll leave you alone." and the boy left.
"Well," said Ginny when the dark-haired boy was out of earshot, "there's one girl left," she said, nodding at a short girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair.
"Who are you?" asked Hermione.
"It's me, Neville!"
No one really cared about Neville in the books, then no one felt bad that he was a girl. Snape, however, felt angry.
"Neville? Why is he with us?" asked Professor Snape.
"Nevermind that. let's try and find out our names! This will be a great learning experience, we should make the most of our time!" said Hermione excitedly.
"Hermione! You lived as a Muggle for eleven years!" said Harry, annoyed at Hermione's over-excitedness at learning.
"I'm gonna kill you! You killed my dog!" shouted Ron.
No one gave him a second glance.
Hermione reached for her wand.
"Oh, good Lord. We don't have wands. I guess we'll just have to use these seven sticks of about 12 inches each conveniently located near my foot. Here, repeat after me."
"Noecrim!" she said firmly. Instantly, her name appeared.
"Julia Grantham! How pretty."
Professors McGonagall, who is infinitely better and always goes first, and Snape then gave it a go. Wait, shouldn't they have taught the spell? Nevermind, Hermione knows everything. WAIT! She didn't know who Nicholas Flamel was. ::taps fingers::.
Anyways.
Out of Pro' McGeeeeeee's wand shout out a few letters, piecing together as Mariesa Welton.
"Natalie," said Professor McGonagall, with a French accent.
"That's a hot accent Minerva," said Professor Snape sexily. Everyone stared.
"What are you looking at?" growled Professor Snape.
The body-switchers shuddered, and looked at the letters from Professor Snape's wand.
"Mike. What a name. For a washed out Muggle."
((A/N: This is a lovely name, it just seemed characteristic of Snape.))
"Well, give it a go, Ginny," said Harry, turning to the girl with reddish hair. Not quite as fiery as Ginny's, Harry liked it fiery.
Ginny muttered the spell, "Noecrim," and waited for the letters to appear.
"Mallory!" she said, jumping up and down.
"I've ALWAYS wanted that name!" she cried happily.
Hermione smiled faintly. She was jealous, she wanted the name Mallory too. Everyone wants the name Mallory, it's really cool.
Then she shook her head, and said,
"Okay, Neville, go. You're the last person to figure out your name because, thus far in the series, you have been one of the most mentioned characters who is least important, despite the fact that you seem to have improved at the end of the 5th book. But you are still whiny and a bit 5-year-oldish."
Neville cried, and then said the spell. Out popped his name.
"Lauren. hey, nice name, if I do say so myself."
Everyone glared at him. ((Don't get me wrong, I really don't hate Neville. Just showcasing how much he is ignored and how everyone is mean to him in the book. Except Dean, sorta. And he's nice to everyone, ya know?))
"Hey, guys, could you get outta here?" asked a lifeguard who had appeared behind them. "I need to lock up, and practice ended an hour ago.."
"What practice?" asked all of them in unison.
"Um, whatever. Just leave, okay?"
The septlet-group ((If I write it, it's a word!)) looked around, and started wandering about aimlessly.
"HEY! HERE'S THE EXIT!" said Ron excitedly ten minutes later.
The lifeguard was looking very amused.
A/N:
Okay, if anyone's reading:
Ya'll can help me make decisions.
Here's the pairings I was thinking: Ginny/Neville, Hermione/Harry (I'm partial to HG/R though) and McG/Snape. which is not really definite.
Also, do you want Draco? I kinda forgot him, so if ya want him, he can magically be transported here. If he was, he would be the womanizer.
Thank you for reading!!!
Mere
((The time difference between London and the story is 6 or 7 hours, I'm not sure where the story is set))
CHAPTER TWO: MEANWHILE, BACK AT MY RANCH-STYLE HOME
Harry Potter was having a very nice dream. In this dream, he was riding in a hot air balloon. Standing next to him were Ron and Hermione, and Professors McGonagall and Snape were 'co-captains' of the balloon. Ginny and Neville stood next to Hermione, and Ginny was chatting with Hermione quietly. In all their beds, the above characters, created by the great JKR and not me I don't own my friends for that matter, were having the same dream.
Suddenly, Harry was jolted awake from this dream. Apparently, the hot air balloon had crashed. He rubbed his eyes groggily, and reached for his glasses on his nightstand. He groped around for a moment before realizing that either a) the nightstand had been moved or b) he wasn't in his bed.
Nervously, he opened his eyes. Everything was blurred, but he could definitely tell that something was wrong. For one, he was looking at a pool. For another thing, he was in a totally sexy ((..umm..sorry, Me should stop interrupting)) body. For another, someone had just called him Jacob.
"Uh. hi." he said. The person who had called him stared for a moment, but then left.
"Oh dear Merlin what's going on?" said Harry.
"Did you just say Merlin?" asked a girl sitting next to him.
"Yes." said Harry suspiciously.
"What's your name?" asked the girl.
"Harry Potter," he said calmly. No one would recognize him here.
Or so he thought.
To his great surprise, the girl's eyes lit up in wonder.
"It's Ginny, Harry! And. Professor Snape?" she asked ((coincidently, my friend also has red hair. This was not planned, actually)), pointing at a large man wearing Muggle clothes who was completely drenched.
He nodded, baring his fangs. "What is the meaning of this?" said an unfamiliar voice, but the tone and words were very familiar. They came from a tiny girl with long brown hair and tan skin.
"Professor McGonagall!" said a girl next to Harry. He turned to look at her.
"Hey, you're incredibly hot!" he said. ((A/N: Yea, that's me complimenting myself.))
"Harry?" asked Hermione, who was in the body of a girl with long blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes.
"Yea, Hermione," said Harry, flushing. "Now where's Ron?" he asked quickly.
"Right here," came a miserable voice. Harry turned around to see someone very tall, with blondish-brown, short and curly hair, grayish-blue eyes. This someone was a very pretty girl.
"Oh, no, Ron!" cried Hermione.
"Apparently the people we switched places with didn't have the same number of guys has us because J.K.R. has created a predominately male story!" Hermione said in distress.
Ron looked glum for a moment, and then suddenly, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a root beer float sitting next to a Milky Way, some real Belgian chocolate, and a bag of brown sugar. Oh, and French Berry Lemonade imported from France. Back to the real story.
"What are you so excited about?" asked Harry smugly. Harry always the best. he had the nicest body, he noted, his teachers all loved him deep down, he got all kinds of items other students didn't get, teachers loved him, students wanted to be him.
"I can hear a real girl conversation! WHAT do they talk about?"
Suddenly, Harry was envious. He leaned in to punch Ron in the nose.
"WHOA!" shouted a voice.
"Shutup! I always get what I want!" called Harry. "I can be mean and angsty and stuff when I shouldn't be and people take pity on me!"
"What's up with you Jake?" came the voice, which belonged to a rather good- looking, average height boy.
"Jake?" said Harry, confused. "Oh right. I was just kidding."
"You tried to punch Danielle!"
"Danielle. Nice name," said Ron.
The boy looked at him funny, while the rest nodded their agreement.
"Right.I don't know what's up with you guys, but I'll leave you alone." and the boy left.
"Well," said Ginny when the dark-haired boy was out of earshot, "there's one girl left," she said, nodding at a short girl with shoulder-length dark brown hair.
"Who are you?" asked Hermione.
"It's me, Neville!"
No one really cared about Neville in the books, then no one felt bad that he was a girl. Snape, however, felt angry.
"Neville? Why is he with us?" asked Professor Snape.
"Nevermind that. let's try and find out our names! This will be a great learning experience, we should make the most of our time!" said Hermione excitedly.
"Hermione! You lived as a Muggle for eleven years!" said Harry, annoyed at Hermione's over-excitedness at learning.
"I'm gonna kill you! You killed my dog!" shouted Ron.
No one gave him a second glance.
Hermione reached for her wand.
"Oh, good Lord. We don't have wands. I guess we'll just have to use these seven sticks of about 12 inches each conveniently located near my foot. Here, repeat after me."
"Noecrim!" she said firmly. Instantly, her name appeared.
"Julia Grantham! How pretty."
Professors McGonagall, who is infinitely better and always goes first, and Snape then gave it a go. Wait, shouldn't they have taught the spell? Nevermind, Hermione knows everything. WAIT! She didn't know who Nicholas Flamel was. ::taps fingers::.
Anyways.
Out of Pro' McGeeeeeee's wand shout out a few letters, piecing together as Mariesa Welton.
"Natalie," said Professor McGonagall, with a French accent.
"That's a hot accent Minerva," said Professor Snape sexily. Everyone stared.
"What are you looking at?" growled Professor Snape.
The body-switchers shuddered, and looked at the letters from Professor Snape's wand.
"Mike. What a name. For a washed out Muggle."
((A/N: This is a lovely name, it just seemed characteristic of Snape.))
"Well, give it a go, Ginny," said Harry, turning to the girl with reddish hair. Not quite as fiery as Ginny's, Harry liked it fiery.
Ginny muttered the spell, "Noecrim," and waited for the letters to appear.
"Mallory!" she said, jumping up and down.
"I've ALWAYS wanted that name!" she cried happily.
Hermione smiled faintly. She was jealous, she wanted the name Mallory too. Everyone wants the name Mallory, it's really cool.
Then she shook her head, and said,
"Okay, Neville, go. You're the last person to figure out your name because, thus far in the series, you have been one of the most mentioned characters who is least important, despite the fact that you seem to have improved at the end of the 5th book. But you are still whiny and a bit 5-year-oldish."
Neville cried, and then said the spell. Out popped his name.
"Lauren. hey, nice name, if I do say so myself."
Everyone glared at him. ((Don't get me wrong, I really don't hate Neville. Just showcasing how much he is ignored and how everyone is mean to him in the book. Except Dean, sorta. And he's nice to everyone, ya know?))
"Hey, guys, could you get outta here?" asked a lifeguard who had appeared behind them. "I need to lock up, and practice ended an hour ago.."
"What practice?" asked all of them in unison.
"Um, whatever. Just leave, okay?"
The septlet-group ((If I write it, it's a word!)) looked around, and started wandering about aimlessly.
"HEY! HERE'S THE EXIT!" said Ron excitedly ten minutes later.
The lifeguard was looking very amused.
A/N:
Okay, if anyone's reading:
Ya'll can help me make decisions.
Here's the pairings I was thinking: Ginny/Neville, Hermione/Harry (I'm partial to HG/R though) and McG/Snape. which is not really definite.
Also, do you want Draco? I kinda forgot him, so if ya want him, he can magically be transported here. If he was, he would be the womanizer.
Thank you for reading!!!
Mere
