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CHAPTER FIVE-UNCONSCIOUS

"Get out of the way!" I cried to Hermione and pushed her out of the way.

She landed on her hands and knees.

"Haaaarrry!" she screamed.

One of the Arybix's slammed into me and knocked me to the ground. I was underneath the Arybix. The hooves catching me on my side and legs. Blackness swallowed me up.

HERMIONE.

I stood, completely stunned and I was shaking. Apparently, someone heard me in the Great Hall scream.

Harry was lying on his stomach. His robe torn in several spots and his glasses lay a few inches away from him broken and crushed. The worst part was he wasn't moving.

I looked up and saw Ron and Amanda hurrying toward me. The stampede of Arybix's had settled down and the dust cloud was the only reminder.

"Hermione! Are you alright?" Amanda asked, worriedly as she came over to me.

"Harry!" Ron cried.

I couldn't speak.

"Go get Dumbledore," Amanda said to Ron while she kept her arm around me comfortingly.

Ron hurried back into the castle. I couldn't believe what had just happened. What caused the Arybix's to stampede like that?

About five minutes later, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Marris stepped out of the Hall and came hurrying over to us.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall asked concerned.

"The Arybix's just suddenly stampeded!" Amanda said.

"Stampeded? That's impossible! Hagrid locked the gate before he went to bed," Professor McGonagall said, looking at Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore sighed.

"Maybe the lock didn't click?"

"I don't know. Let me go check," Professor McGonagall said.

She walked over to the Arybix's paddock and checked the gate.

"Yeah, the lock looked like it had been broken,"

She came back over to us.

"Did you see anyone near the paddock?"

"No," I finally managed to choke out.

"Hmm. We'll take him up to Madam Pomfrey," Professor McGonagall said as she waved her wand and magicked Harry onto an invisible stretcher and we headed back into the castle.

I followed with Amanda and Ron.

Harry was lying on his back on one of the empty cots. Madam Pomfrey mended his external injuries and then checked him over for internal.

She used a wand like object that glowed a bright blue over him from head to toe. She was using a Linek Wand. It was used in the magical world to detect internal injuries that weren't visible to the naked eye. When it was done, it listed what was wrong on a little screen.

"Well, Mr. Potter has a broken rib and a bruised lung," Madam Pomfrey said, as she put the Linek wand away.

"Will he be alright?" I demanded, nervously.

"I'll give him the Acciv Potion for the broken rib and the Stutun Potion for the bruised lung. With plenty of bed rest, he should be perfectly fine," Madam Pomfrey said.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt my body shaking violently.

"Go back to the dance. Don't worry. He'll be fine," Madam Pomfrey said, soothingly.

Reluctantly, I allowed Ron and Amanda to lead me back down to the Great Hall. I sat with them.

"Harry's really in Slytherin…right?" Amanda asked.

"Yeah, but he's not like them. He's totally different," Ron replied.

"Are you sure he can be trusted?" Amanda continued.

Suddenly, I rounded on her. Something set me off. I think it was because my feelings toward Harry began changing. I felt differently toward him. For some reason, I totally believed that he wasn't like the Slytherins.

"What do you care? You're in Hufflepuff," I snapped. "If anyone was going to mistrust him the Gryffindors would. And I don't see them giving him a hard time so obviously he's doing something right."

Amanda was speechless. Deciding not to stay with them any longer, I got up and headed up to the hospital wing.

"What's wrong? Don't want to stay down at the dance?" Madam Pomfrey asked, smiling.

"No. I'm not really in the mood to dance," I admitted as I sat down beside Harry's cot.

"Cheer up. He's almost back to his normal self," Madam Pomfrey said, smiling.

She patted me on my shoulder before leaving the wing.

There was a bit more of my 'situation' I needed to tell Harry. I was a werewolf, but a Rovest werewolf. Rovest werewolves can change whenever they want, or when they get extremely angry. There were really two types of werewolves…the Rovest werewolves, and the Velman werewolves. The Velman werewolves were the typical ones that change only on full moons. Both of them basically get along well. I put a hand on Harry's arm and gently squeezed it.

His eyes opened.

"Hey you," he said, smiling.

His glasses were mended and were put back on him.

"Hey. How do you feel?" I asked, leaning forward.

"Like I was hit by a Hippogriff," Harry moaned.

"A Hippogriff? What's that?" I asked, tilting my head.

"A Hippogriff," Harry said, looking at me like I was mad. "It's part eagle and part horse?"

I looked at him confused.

Realization dawned on him.

HARRY.

Oh. My. God. I thought. Either I've gone crazy, or I'm in an alternate universe. I know I'm not crazy.

"My god," I said, slapping myself in the forehead.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, still looking at me confused.

"I think I'm in an alternate universe," I said. "Or I've gone mad."

Hermione was still looking at me confused. So I decided to tell her what happened.

"You see, a few days ago, me, you and Ron were down in the dungeons. Snape was our teacher. He took points away from Gryffindor because my potion turned out right. I stood up and said to him "I wish you weren't my teacher and I wish my life was different". Then, I woke up in the Slytherin dorm and common room…not to mention house," I said.

Hermione studied me. She reached over and gently touched my head.

"I think one of the Arybix's hooves clipped you in the head," she said, slowly.

"I'm telling the truth! Fine. I'll tell you stuff and you see how I would know it unless we were best friends," I said, earnestly. "Both of your parents are muggle dentists. You started S.P.E.W. You love to follow the rules and you like horses."

Hermione's eyes were wide.

"Your grandmother died 3 years ago and you were hooked on the muggle caffeine pills," I continued.

Hermione's eyes widened even more.

"Ron's younger sister, Ginny, was being used in you second year via a diary. Charlie works with dragons. Mr. Weasley loves muggle items and collects plugs and things,"

"How do you know all of that?" Hermione asked, slowly.

"I told you…all three of us were best friends and in Gryffindor," I said.

I prayed she believed me. But why should she? She saw me only as a Slytherin. I studied her praying.

"If we really are best friends…what is my favorite color, food and book?" she asked.

"Easy. Blue, hamburgers and Hogwarts: A History," I replied.

"Right. But here's a little harder question. When I get jealous, how do I act?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You get angry and standoffish," I replied.

"My god…you're right. That was a hard question. Anyone that knows me knows how I get," Hermione said, slowly. "But I also change when I'm angry."

"Not the Hermione where I was," I replied. "She wasn't a werewolf…she loved rules though."

"I like rules too," Hermione replied.

"I've got to figure what exactly happened and find a way to get back. Will you help me?" I asked.

"Sure. But we'd better tell Ron," Hermione said. "Madam Pomfrey said you're almost back to your normal self. With some best rest and she gave you those two potions to heal the broken rib and bruised lung."

I nodded and closed my eyes.

"How was Snape as a teacher? He's horrid as the caretaker of the castle…scares the first years out of their wits," Hermione asked.

I snorted.

"He takes points away from Gryffindor for every little thing. We all know he despises Gryffindor. He doesn't usually take points from Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. God-forbid he takes points from his own house," I muttered.

"Which is his house?"

"Slytherin,"

"Why would he take points away from Gryffindor for no reason?" Hermione asked.

"We don't know," I said, shaking my head. "But we think he secretly despises us."

Hermione shook her head.

"That's awful,"

I nodded. "So what do we do now?"

"Well, first I've got to get to class," Hermione said, checking her watch. "You need rest. Ron and I will be in later on to check it out."

"Okay," I said, smiling.

Hermione smiled at me back before leaving the hospital wing. I felt increasing warm feelings toward her. I was so glad she believed me. I didn't know if Ron would, but for some reason, Hermione did believe me.

The next morning, Madam Pomfrey checked me over again. I was fit as a fiddle now and was able to go back to classes.

I met up with Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione looked up and grinned broadly.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Better, but still a little weak and wobbly yet," I admitted sitting down beside Ron.

Ron looked at me.

"Yeah. You look like you were hit with the Whomping Willow," Ron said.

I smiled.

"Thanks,"

Ron grinned.

Hermione nudged me and reached into her bag that was lying beside her on a chair. I watched her intrigued. She pulled out a book called "The Potions Secret Agenda's"

I looked at her curiously, but she shook her head.

Ron was busy playing Wizards Chess with Dean. She leaned close to me.

"I think we'd better tell Ron what's going on here. He'll want to know," Hermione whispered.

I nodded.

"Ron? Can we talk to you for a moment?" Hermione asked.

"Sure," Ron said, as he got up and came over to us.

Hermione was looking at Dean.

"You want to talk to him in private? Something between the three of you?" Dean said, knowingly.

Hermione nodded. "Thanks, Dean,"

"No problem," Dean grinned.

He got up and left the common room.

Ron sat down beside me.

"What's up?" Ron asked, looking from Hermione to me.

"We have something to tell you. Now, you may not believe it, but it's the truth," Hermione began.

Ron waited.

I launched into the whole story.

Ron watched me with wide eyes, but said nothing.

When I was finished, we waited for Ron's reply and reaction.

"Blimey…so that's how you would know our little quirks and stuff," Ron breathed.

"You believe me then?" I asked, hopefully.

Ron shrugged. "Why not? I always believed that Snape was from another world to begin with…something along the lines of Mars or Uranus,"

I laughed.

"What about Marris?" I asked.

Ron shivered. "She's a mad bat,"

Hermione frowned. "Just because she follows the rules?"

That's the Hermione I know! I grinned.

"Rules? Hermione, she made me write 400 lines! Don't you think that's a little eccentric?" Ron asked, incredulously.

"It is," I said, slowly.

"Alright…I agree. 400 lines is really a lot," Hermione muttered.

Ron turned to me.

"So what are we going to do now? What do we do? Send him back to his own time or world?"

Hermione, at that point, pulled out the textbook from her bag.

"I was doing a little more research and came across this which might explain what happened,"

"Harry, what was the name of the potion you were learning before that happened?" Hermione asked, flipping open the book.

"The Sullisa Potion," I replied.

Hermione scanned the index and then flipped to the page. She began reading.

After a few moments, she looked up.

"Okay…so in your world Snape was the teacher, right?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Did Snape tell you that the Sullisa potion can also be used as a Port Key?"

I looked at her, stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you said, 'I wish you weren't my teacher and I wish my life was different,' right?" she asked. "And you spoke directly over the potion?"

I nodded for both questions.

"Well, it was like those Muggle magic coins that grant you one wish," Hermione continued. "It Port Keyed you to a dimension that your wish would be true in."

Ron's lower jaw dropped.

"Blimey,"

I looked at Hermione.

"Is there a way I can go back?" I asked, praying for a good reply.

Hermione scanned the page again.

"Yeah. You must add the ingredients the same way you did before and then wish again,"

"Let's get going!" I said, jumping up.

"There's one problem," Hermione said, slowly looking up at me.

"What's that?" I said, feeling my hope die away slowly.

"The ingredients we need are in Professor Marris' office,"