Author's Notes: Sorry I haven't updated in a decent number of days – I folded heaps of newsletters and bills at work, putting them into envelopes, and some tendons in my wrist swelled, making it quite sore to type. That, and the fact I'd run into a brick wall with the story. Y'see, I really don't want it to be just another Mary Sue without an actual plot-line/conflict – when I started writing this, I didn't even know what a Mary Sue was! Now I know, and I know that they're not often well received, I kinda feel stupid for even starting this. But I'll keep it going, for you loyal reviewers out there.

Note to Chihirosen2001: You made a valid point – I guess I should have included at least some basic description of what Trina and Tony look like. Although really, that could be left in the Domain of Readers' Imagination. Suffice to say, we're both pakehas (white people) – if you really want a detailed mental picture, and don't want to think of it yourself, you can see pictures on my site (listed on my profile) – Tony's on the homepage (the up-to-date pic) and Trina's on pages 'Trina' and 'Friends'.

I'd also like to make a thankyou note about Steff – she contacted me through MSN and doesn't let me get diverted from the story for too long without bringing me back to it. I think it's safe to say that it's because of her persistence and avid interest that I update as often as I do. So thanks to her, and all other loyal reviewers.

Chapter 4: Harry's-World Exposure Explanation

Trina stepped into the sleeping bag, and pulled it up around her shoulders with a loud rustling, in an effort to stay warm until the heater had sufficiently warmed the room. Small popping sounds could be heard on the roof as the occasional raindrop loudly hit.

Tony leaned back against the window and watched in silence as Hermione and the boys tried to disentangle themselves from the flurry of cloaks caused by their quick transition from the seat to the floor.

This was not supposed to happen, she thought. They're not supposed to be here…why couldn't they have stayed only in our heads…they're not supposed to be here and make things complicated…someone tell me this is not happening…

She knocked her head backward on the window in her confusion and frustration, sending a hollow bang reverberating around the caravan. Trina and Hermione were looking at her questioningly, but she made no effort of explanation. She was now more concerned with how to explain what the three boys were looking at in apparent…disbelief? Disgust? Surprise? Maybe even a mixture of all three.

From their place on the floor they'd looked up, and of course, seen the row of cupboards lining the length of the caravan. Tony knew it wouldn't be long until their attention progressed from the cupboards, to see similar scenery around the rest of the caravan.

The object of their attention now occurred to Trina, and she looked at Tony with an expression that could have either been shock or amusement – Tony couldn't tell which.

Of course they'd find it a little…eccentric.

Tony's room looked like all the characters and scenes of the 'Harry Potter' movies must have been packed tightly into a fist-sized ball, before being placed on her bedroom floor, where it had apparently exploded, saturating the whole room with its Potter-dom.

Just say something, anything, by way of explanation, Tony mentally said to herself. It'll sound fine.

"Uh…"

Oh, way to go, you great dork…

"What she means to say," interjected Trina, and Tony was grateful for the rescue, "is that she has a problem."

Okay, not grateful now.

"I…just really like the movies," Tony said, suddenly aware of the sheer number of the images surrounding them. "You knew about the movies, right? And the release of the books?"

Harry looked back from the image-lined cupboards, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah," he said, as if he was regretfully admitting to a fault. "It wouldn't have happened, except…"

Trina slightly raised an eyebrow in silent questioning.

"I hate that Rita Skeeter!" Ron said suddenly, slicing the quiet with his flaming words.

"Okay…" ventured Tony. "Explain?"

"It was her ultimate revenge," Hermione enlightened her. "She knew she was going to be banned from the British wizarding community. It was because of Harry that she was banned – which is a good thing," she added, turning to reassure Harry, who had been beginning to look almost guilty. "So she set out to do what she does best," she continued. "To publicise every last fact about Harry, in a final showdown."

"But how did she do that?" Trina asked. "How does J. K. Rowling figure into that theory?"

"Wouldn't you think it a little unusual," Ron surmised, "if a fully thought-out and detailed character, along with its past, just walks randomly into your head while you're sitting on a train looking at trees whizzing past?"

"Well," Tony admitted, "I had thought it rather…fortunate."

"The night before Rita was to leave England," Hermione explained, "she turned into her animagus form-"

"A beetle, right? Trina said.

"Yes, a beetle. And she entered the home of an English writer. While she was there, she cast a Dream Recollection charm on the writer – Jo Rowling – and told her the whole story. When Jo woke up she didn't immediately remember, but over time – a short amount of time – all the facts spilled out into her memory. And she made the book series about Harry."

Tony looked at Harry pitifully. "Bummer for you."

Draco had been sitting in a corner, keeping unusually quiet, but still maintaining his unimpressed signature scowl.

"So now Boy-Wonder has fans all over the world," he stated, with obvious disgust.

"Well, so do you," Tony added. "Haven't you seen any of your many websites out there?"

His expression grew puzzled. "Web-what?"

Ron was looking particularly wary about the phrase, bringing with it images of large, scary spiders.

Hermione looked abashed. As her parents were muggles – non-magic people – she was well familiar with their technology such as computers and the Internet.

"I…haven't told them about the websites," she said.

"I knew they were out there," Harry stated. "But Dudley was furious that I became so popular, so he became extra mean and defensive of his things, so I was never able to get near the computer."

Draco looked rather proud, now that he knew people around the world admired him.

"A lot of people think you're hot," added Tony.

"Actually," Trina amended, "they think he's hot." She motioned to an image of 'Draco' lounged in a black leather couch of the Slytherin Common Room movie set. "Tom Felton. He's the guy that played your part."

Draco looked at the unmoving image with a disdainful sneer.

"I have that, pretending to be me?" he said, incredulously.

"So the slicked-back platinum hair would imply," Trina said sarcastically. "You're catching on."

"But he doesn't look anything like me!" Draco looked as if someone had just committed a huge offence against him, which according to him, they had.

Tony looked back and forth between Draco, and his portrayed movie character.

"Yeah, you're right," she concluded. "He's much hotter."

Judging by Draco's speechless and indignant reaction, this was the wrong answer.

Ron found this blatant hit at Draco's ego highly amusing, not surprisingly. All those familiar with Harry Potter and his life, courtesy of Rita Skeeter and Jo Rowling, knew of Ron and Draco's animosity.

Draco settled for darting a deep scowl at her, and silence again fell over the room, save for the popping sounds on the rooftop.

"Ok, this is gonna sound really weird considering what's happening here," Trina finally said, "but, where is everyone sleeping? Coz it's late, after all, and any of your issues-" she cast a look at the four new entrants, "-can be solved after I've had a good sleep. Whoever sent you away, if they did, probably won't be expecting you back soon."

"Six people can't stay in a 15-foot caravan!" Tony stated. "And how would I explain it to my family if they woke up and saw us all in the house?"

"Well, you have a large bed-" Trina started to say before Tony hurriedly interrupted.

"I am not sharing my bed!" she exclaimed. "I think opening my room up to these guys in the first place was a bit of an overshare! The bed is mine."

"Well how about we sleep inside the house," Trina suggested, "and they can have the caravan? That way you won't have to actually sleep next to anyone."

"Oh, so I'm expected to leave these people in here with all my equipment, and with my underwear drawer?!"

Trina looked sceptical.

"Do you have any other suggestions?" she asked, more rhetorically than anything else.

Tony's glum, resigned expression effectively portrayed that she didn't.

"Fine," she said, walking over to her folded-out table. "But I'm taking my computer!" She proceeded to unplug the network cable, and folded up the power cable to take inside with her.

"I'm keeping this sleeping bag," Trina said possessively, pulling it tighter around her shoulders.

"I'll bring some sleeping bags and blankets in from the house," Tony said. She gathered up some pillows from her bed, getting ready to shift into the house.

"C'mon, Hermione," she continued. "You can come with us. If we need to, we can explain the arrival of one friend my parents have never seen."

Trina gathered her things together and headed toward the door, Hermione and Tony in tow. After Tony passed out of the door, she turned back and said she'd be back soon with blankets.

"And Harry," she added, "don't let these two bust anything." She looked pointedly at Draco. "And you can sort out between you who's sleeping where, but he's not going in my bed."

Her eyes held an amused glint as she looked at Draco through the doorframe.

The last thing she heard before the door creaked shut was Draco's muttering retort:

"He's not hotter than me…"