Just a note from (¯`·._.·Brazi2·._.·´¯) (thanks Brooks for the thing. NEVER GONNA USE IT AGAIN I SWEAR AHAHAHAHAH) alrighty yall. I don't really know what's gonna happen next. Kinda like writer's block but not really. I know what's gonna happen later on, but not now. So sorry if I don't update in a while.

Another AN: ok like I wrote more on this chapter after the not sure bout telling part but I didn't save it for some reason (guess I forgot) and now I lost all that hard work so I have to start it over again. (Sorry) it's not going to be as good as it was before but whatever. Oh and um, I kinda changed the name of the girl to Crimson, it used to be Betty Jean (BJ) but whatever.

Chap 3

"Oh my gosh! Where'd you come from!?" she staggered back a ways.

"See, I told you she'd do something drastic." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Aw, relax. She's just...surprised, that's all." Ron smiled at the stunned stranger. He walked forward with his hand stretched out. Crimson looked dumbfounded. She took his hand anyways. "I'm Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you." Harry had rolled the invisibility cloak into a ball and set it in his bag that was hanging on his shoulder. He stood next to Ron and put his hand out as well when Crimson and Ron were done shaking hands.

"I'm Harry Potter." They shook hands.

"Nice to meet you both too. Er, I'm Crimson. Crimson Throne. Can you tell me where I am exactly?"

"Uhh. Can I talk to you, over there?" Ron took Harry by the arm and dragged him a few feet from Crimson. "I don't know if we can tell her or not Harry."

Harry took a double take at BJ. "Well, she's going to find out anyways. Might as well tell her now." Ron nodded and they walked back to their previous spots.

"You're...at Hogwarts." Ron hesitated. His hair swayed as if there was a slight breeze, but Harry's was quite untidy as usual.

"What's a Hogwarts?" She sounded sarcastic, but serious at the same time. Setting her bag down, she placed her hands hands on her hips.

"It's a school of Witchcraft and Wizardy." Harry acted like this unusual event happened almost every day. He took it very calmly and sounded bored. His glasses slid a bit off his nose, and the way the moonlight was hitting them, you could see a mess of fingerprints smeared all over the lens. He took them off and cleaned them with his robe.

"I'm sorry, I thought you said Witchcraft and Wizardry." She chuckled and sorta smirked, reminding Ron of Draco.
"Ya, that's what he said." Ron sneered this, as he was thinking of his least favorite person in the world. (Well almost his least favorite. We mustn't forget Voldemort.) He looked away, seeming bored, like Harry, but he actually wasn't.

Crimson went bug eyed. Sliding her hands off her hips slowly, she made a twist of a gasp and a sigh and started falling backwards, after having her eyes roll upward of coarse, and hit the floor once more, knocking her unconcious. Her vision went black.