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At potions, the last class for the day, Elizabeth couldn't get anything right. She was messing up everything that could be messed up. Harry thought she'd be really lucky if she didn't melt her cauldron by the end of class.

Ron noticed, too. "Having a bad day?"

"The worst," Elizabeth mumbled back.

"Pentillo! I was not aware that we were having a conversation!" Professor Snape barked.

Behind him, Harry rolled his eyes as the potions master swept to Elizabeth's cauldron. "Class, what color is this potion supposed to be?" he asked, looking at the red acidic substance in Elizabeth cauldron.

"Green," the whole class responded.

Harry badly wanted to say some biting remark, but held his tongue.

"What did you do wrong?" Snape asked Elizabeth.

"Everything," Elizabeth answered in a regular tone.

"It's too runny; it's the wrong color. Too many ingredients. Can you do anything right, Pentillo?"

"Yes, I can," she retorted defiantly, pointing her chin up, so she was looking into Snape's black, soulless eyes.

Snape snarled a deadly hiss. "I don't know about the rules where you grew up, but I must inform you, talking to authority like that, here, is against the rules. You should know that by now, so fifty points from Gryffindor, to make sure it doesn't happen again."

A livid anger sprang up in Elizabeth's eyes at this injustice. Her breathing quickened as her hand sped to the inside of her robes involuntarily. Harry put his hand on her arm. He faced the blaze in her eyes and watched it die out in defeat. He slowly shook his head. Elizabeth's shoulders slumped as she glared at the ground.

"Snape's the pits," Elizabeth growled on the way out of class.

"I know. Compared to what he's tried to do to me, you got off easy," Harry replied.

"He's right. You should've seen it three years ago, when Harry snuck into—"

"Good morning." They're talk was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, as she walked up to them. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you are to come with me. I have a letter for you both. Carry on, Miss Pentillo."

Elizabeth went to the dormitory as Harry and Ron shared confused glances behind McGonagall.

"You are probably wondering why I called you from class. I have just received a letter from Miss Granger," McGonagall explained. She motioned towards her desk. There, Harry saw something he had only seen once before. On her desk was an owl, and a very badly injured one at that. Its wings looked dislocated and there was a shallow gash on its face. It hooted feebly while McGonagall picked up the envelope. Harry noticed the seal was broken.

'Dear Ron and Harry,

I do hope you're all right. I'd tell you I'm learning loads, if I was. But I'm not in school. I'd tell you the truth about where I am, but I can't in case this letter is intercepted. In the shadows I find friends. I hope you have found a friend in Elizabeth. I'm sure she must be a handful. I do sincerely hope that I see you two soon. I miss you terribly.

Love from,

Hermione.'

Ron continued to look at the paper, a perplexed look on his face.

"Take this letter to your dormitory, and you may go back to your dormitory, now," McGonagall dismissed.

"What's this about?" Harry asked Elizabeth when they were back in the Common Room. "How does she know you?"

"Who?" Elizabeth asked back, totally in the dark.

"Hermione. How do you know Hermione?" Ron cut in.

"I don't."

"Then how does she know you?" Harry questioned.

"How the heck should I know?"

"What the bloody hell is going on? Hermione's supposed to be in the United States, studying, but she's not. She's in hiding. Why is she in hiding?" Ron ranted breathlessly. Harry shook his head.

"Something seriously doesn't add up," Elizabeth said to herself. She sighed and sat down in front of the fire place.

"Right," Harry agreed, not caring that Elizabeth was talking to herself. "You signed up for this foreign exchange program, and I think Hermione did over the summer—"

"No, I didn't," Elizabeth interrupted. "I didn't sign up for anything. I thought I was a muggle. Normal as normal could be. But then I got a letter saying I'd been accepted to Hogwarts for a foreign exchange program," she explained.

Harry and Ron swapped looks. "You really didn't sign up for this?" Harry repeated.

"No. That's why I have to take 'make-up' classes. That's why I was so amazed by everything when I got here. I was lead to believe that this place wasn't real."

"Now something's definitely amiss," Ron stated. Harry nodded.

(A/N: Oo! A plot twist! :-D How did it happen? Why? What. Will. Result. From. This? Sorry it was so short, but, hey, at least I updated, right? Nah, just kidding. I'm working on the next chapter now so don't worry. It should be up soon.)

Preview: "Fine! You want to leave a poor cowardly dog in the middle of a forest, that's fine with me! But I'm going to look for him," Elizabeth said vehemently. Her recklessness and weakness for animals got the better of her as she strolled straight into the forest bravely, and boldly alone.

Harry and Ron waited a minute. Harry whispered, "We can't let her get lost on her own," and they ran to catch up to her.