Disclaimer : Remember kids!! Always wipe your toliet and flush your nose! And don't forget that we don't own Harry Potter. But please... don't remind us.
Chapter One
A loud moan rung out into the room, echoing off the walls. The moan came from a young man that lay carelessly in bed, twisted inside of his covers. His dark raven colored hair was sticking up in an endless case of bed-hair and his usually bright green eyes were hidden by tightly closed eyelids. His face was furrowed into a scowl, his lips pursed. He wanted to fall back into a deep sleep but he was finding it very difficult with the blazing sun hovering over his eyes. And the fact that his loud alarm clock wasn't helping him any.
His hand shot out in a horrible attempt to close the curtains. But he was a good six feet away from the window and with his body so weak, he knew he'd never reach them. So instead, he slapped his hand down on the alarm clock and let out a loud sigh.
"Since when did I get an alarm clock?" He mumbled, completely oblivious to his rather deep voice.
Rolling over in bed, he managed to get himself even more tangled up in the covers. Throwing his arm over his face dramatically, he smiled as darkness finally fell over his face. And he was just about to fall back to sleep when another loud moan filled the boys dormitory. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he allowed his red, puffy eyes to open a bit.
And then, his eyes flew open wide, a loud scream envading his voice. Sitting up before him was the figure of THE Ronald Weasley. The Ronald Weasley that was supposed to only be a book. The same Ronald Weasley who was best friends with the famous Harry Potter. The Ronald Weasley that had his confused look on.
And as he looked up, his own eyes grew wide, screaming as well. They both ignored the yells of the other boys in the room, telling them to shut up. They continued to stare at eachother, their jaws dropped, their eyes wide.
Turning around quickly, he reached over to scream at someone to get up, but he saw no one beside him. Shaking his head, he noticed a peice of black hair fall in front of his eyes. Gasping loudly, he reached up and curled the piece of hair around his finger. Taking in a deep breath, he raked both of his hands through his already messy hair and let out another scream in delight.
Forgetting about Ron, he scrambled up and ran towards the nearest mirror he saw. Gazing into it, he found himself at a loss for words. This couldn't be possible, this wasn't possible. He tried to slap himself, but that's when he realized he wasn't dreaming.
The person staring back at him in the mirror was Harry Potter.
Ron's figure appeared behind him, and just like Harry, he was at a loss for words. But Harry quickly fixed that.
"Amanda? Is that you?" Harry's figure asked, turning around to stare at Ron.
"Deva?" Ron's squeaky voice came. "Are we dreaming? Is this possible? What the hell is going on?!"
"I don't know!" Deva shrieked. Her hands clamped over her throat. "Oh my gosh. Listen to my voice!"
"I know! Listen to mine! Oh no... this can't be real!"
"Amanda! We're them!" Deva sqealed, her manly figure jumping up and down like a giddy young girl. "Our wish came true!"
"But... but no, this isn't right. They aren't real, remember?! They're fictional caracters! Someone please tell me how the hell I became Ron Weasley!" Amanda shouted, her unusually blue eyes glazing over with fear.
"You're mom shagged your dad, Weasley. No shut up! Some of us are trying to get some sleep!"
Deva and Amanda both gasped and looked over towards the voice that had spoken. A drowsy looking Seamus Finnigan sat glaring at them. They both just screamed louder than before and turned to examine each other, their eyes wide in disbelief.
"Is this real? Are we dreaming?" Amanda asked, her fingertips grazing over her manly face.
"I don't think so. I think we really are them! I think our wish really came true!" Deva exclaimed.
"Holy mother..." Amanda said, looking at her red hair.
"What are you two doing?" NEville askedd, sitting up. The girls spun around. All the boys were looking at them ,looks of worry on their faces.
""Oh.. we uh...." Deva began. She quealed in excitement again. "Oh my god! Mandy i have to pee from all this excitment! Oh no! How on earth.... Oh dear god..."
"Ha! Poor you!" Amanda laughed, pointing at her.
"Stop! This is serious!"
"No it's..." Amanda paused, he smile fading. "Uh oh... Dev i have to go too!"
"Noooooo!" They scremed together.
"Okay dont panic.. we just.. go!" Deva said.
"Uhhh okay.. you first." Amanda said ushering Deva towards the door.
"Alright then..."
"What the hell is going on here?" Neville asked, now getting out of bed.
"Nothing, Nothing... we had uh.. the same dream and we thought it was pretty cool..."
"And now you dont know how to pee becasue...?"
"Uhh in our dreams the aliens came and brainwashed us... and it had a real effect on us.." They heard the toilet flush and Deva caome out of the room.
"Ahhh...." She sighed, smiling. "Muuuuuch better.."
"How did you do it!?' Amanda asked running over.
"I think we got some of their instincts! Just comes natural. Just be sure and wash your hands real good."
The rest of the boys just stared.
"Ok," Amanda nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
Deva had to push Amanda in the bathroom and when Deva finally closed the door, she leaned against it, heavily sighing. Looking towards the guys, she saw them all looking at her with odd expressions on their faces. Forcing a grin, Deva pushed herself off the door and began to walk back to where she woke up.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean Thomas asked, his jaw dropping.
"Going back to bed," Deva said, stopping in mid-step. "Why?"
"Because you're walking like a freaking chick!" Seamus said, laughing.
"Oh! Oh... um... I just... I was... trying to get in touch with my femineme side," Deva explianed.
She took a deep breath and sagged her shoulders. Strutting to the bed, she ignored the laughter of the guys and waited patiently until she heard the toliet flush and the running water turn off.
Amanda slowly came out of the bathroom with a look of shock covering her face.
"Well?" Deva asked, perking up.
"I just thought it'd be bigger," Amanda said, squriming in the spot at where she stood.
This time, Deva joined in the laughter with the boys.
"What?! I'm serious! It's little!" Amanda pouted, walking towards Ron's bed.
"Ron, do we have to hear this?" Neville laughed, clutching his stomach in pain.
"Yeah. Weren't you just saying last week how big 'it' is?" Semus laughed as well.
"He meant when he gets..." Deva cleared her throat. "Ya know."
"Yeah! That's what I meant," Amanda nodded, vigourously.
"Ok, Ron. Sure," Dean smirked.
"What about yours, Harry? Gonna fill us in on how small yours is too?" Neville asked, failing horribly as he tried to keep a straight face.
"Shut up," Deva giggled, throwing a pillow at Neville. "My 'thing' is just fine, thank you!"
"Oh yay, I get the guy with the little penis," Amanda sighed.
"What?!" The three boys asked.
"I mean... I mean, I'M the guy with the little penis. I didn't mean I'm with myself. I meant-"
"Just stop. We get it," Deva said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, shut up, Miss I-Have-A-Decent-Sized-Penis," Amanda giggled, throwing her own pillow at Deva.
"Miss? Potter's a girl?" Seamus asked, laughter in his voice.
"No! I mean, no! He has... the same organs as we manly men have," Amanda said, puffing out her flat chest. "Oh my lord, Dev! Where the hell did my boobs go?!"
Chapter One
A loud moan rung out into the room, echoing off the walls. The moan came from a young man that lay carelessly in bed, twisted inside of his covers. His dark raven colored hair was sticking up in an endless case of bed-hair and his usually bright green eyes were hidden by tightly closed eyelids. His face was furrowed into a scowl, his lips pursed. He wanted to fall back into a deep sleep but he was finding it very difficult with the blazing sun hovering over his eyes. And the fact that his loud alarm clock wasn't helping him any.
His hand shot out in a horrible attempt to close the curtains. But he was a good six feet away from the window and with his body so weak, he knew he'd never reach them. So instead, he slapped his hand down on the alarm clock and let out a loud sigh.
"Since when did I get an alarm clock?" He mumbled, completely oblivious to his rather deep voice.
Rolling over in bed, he managed to get himself even more tangled up in the covers. Throwing his arm over his face dramatically, he smiled as darkness finally fell over his face. And he was just about to fall back to sleep when another loud moan filled the boys dormitory. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he allowed his red, puffy eyes to open a bit.
And then, his eyes flew open wide, a loud scream envading his voice. Sitting up before him was the figure of THE Ronald Weasley. The Ronald Weasley that was supposed to only be a book. The same Ronald Weasley who was best friends with the famous Harry Potter. The Ronald Weasley that had his confused look on.
And as he looked up, his own eyes grew wide, screaming as well. They both ignored the yells of the other boys in the room, telling them to shut up. They continued to stare at eachother, their jaws dropped, their eyes wide.
Turning around quickly, he reached over to scream at someone to get up, but he saw no one beside him. Shaking his head, he noticed a peice of black hair fall in front of his eyes. Gasping loudly, he reached up and curled the piece of hair around his finger. Taking in a deep breath, he raked both of his hands through his already messy hair and let out another scream in delight.
Forgetting about Ron, he scrambled up and ran towards the nearest mirror he saw. Gazing into it, he found himself at a loss for words. This couldn't be possible, this wasn't possible. He tried to slap himself, but that's when he realized he wasn't dreaming.
The person staring back at him in the mirror was Harry Potter.
Ron's figure appeared behind him, and just like Harry, he was at a loss for words. But Harry quickly fixed that.
"Amanda? Is that you?" Harry's figure asked, turning around to stare at Ron.
"Deva?" Ron's squeaky voice came. "Are we dreaming? Is this possible? What the hell is going on?!"
"I don't know!" Deva shrieked. Her hands clamped over her throat. "Oh my gosh. Listen to my voice!"
"I know! Listen to mine! Oh no... this can't be real!"
"Amanda! We're them!" Deva sqealed, her manly figure jumping up and down like a giddy young girl. "Our wish came true!"
"But... but no, this isn't right. They aren't real, remember?! They're fictional caracters! Someone please tell me how the hell I became Ron Weasley!" Amanda shouted, her unusually blue eyes glazing over with fear.
"You're mom shagged your dad, Weasley. No shut up! Some of us are trying to get some sleep!"
Deva and Amanda both gasped and looked over towards the voice that had spoken. A drowsy looking Seamus Finnigan sat glaring at them. They both just screamed louder than before and turned to examine each other, their eyes wide in disbelief.
"Is this real? Are we dreaming?" Amanda asked, her fingertips grazing over her manly face.
"I don't think so. I think we really are them! I think our wish really came true!" Deva exclaimed.
"Holy mother..." Amanda said, looking at her red hair.
"What are you two doing?" NEville askedd, sitting up. The girls spun around. All the boys were looking at them ,looks of worry on their faces.
""Oh.. we uh...." Deva began. She quealed in excitement again. "Oh my god! Mandy i have to pee from all this excitment! Oh no! How on earth.... Oh dear god..."
"Ha! Poor you!" Amanda laughed, pointing at her.
"Stop! This is serious!"
"No it's..." Amanda paused, he smile fading. "Uh oh... Dev i have to go too!"
"Noooooo!" They scremed together.
"Okay dont panic.. we just.. go!" Deva said.
"Uhhh okay.. you first." Amanda said ushering Deva towards the door.
"Alright then..."
"What the hell is going on here?" Neville asked, now getting out of bed.
"Nothing, Nothing... we had uh.. the same dream and we thought it was pretty cool..."
"And now you dont know how to pee becasue...?"
"Uhh in our dreams the aliens came and brainwashed us... and it had a real effect on us.." They heard the toilet flush and Deva caome out of the room.
"Ahhh...." She sighed, smiling. "Muuuuuch better.."
"How did you do it!?' Amanda asked running over.
"I think we got some of their instincts! Just comes natural. Just be sure and wash your hands real good."
The rest of the boys just stared.
"Ok," Amanda nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
Deva had to push Amanda in the bathroom and when Deva finally closed the door, she leaned against it, heavily sighing. Looking towards the guys, she saw them all looking at her with odd expressions on their faces. Forcing a grin, Deva pushed herself off the door and began to walk back to where she woke up.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean Thomas asked, his jaw dropping.
"Going back to bed," Deva said, stopping in mid-step. "Why?"
"Because you're walking like a freaking chick!" Seamus said, laughing.
"Oh! Oh... um... I just... I was... trying to get in touch with my femineme side," Deva explianed.
She took a deep breath and sagged her shoulders. Strutting to the bed, she ignored the laughter of the guys and waited patiently until she heard the toliet flush and the running water turn off.
Amanda slowly came out of the bathroom with a look of shock covering her face.
"Well?" Deva asked, perking up.
"I just thought it'd be bigger," Amanda said, squriming in the spot at where she stood.
This time, Deva joined in the laughter with the boys.
"What?! I'm serious! It's little!" Amanda pouted, walking towards Ron's bed.
"Ron, do we have to hear this?" Neville laughed, clutching his stomach in pain.
"Yeah. Weren't you just saying last week how big 'it' is?" Semus laughed as well.
"He meant when he gets..." Deva cleared her throat. "Ya know."
"Yeah! That's what I meant," Amanda nodded, vigourously.
"Ok, Ron. Sure," Dean smirked.
"What about yours, Harry? Gonna fill us in on how small yours is too?" Neville asked, failing horribly as he tried to keep a straight face.
"Shut up," Deva giggled, throwing a pillow at Neville. "My 'thing' is just fine, thank you!"
"Oh yay, I get the guy with the little penis," Amanda sighed.
"What?!" The three boys asked.
"I mean... I mean, I'M the guy with the little penis. I didn't mean I'm with myself. I meant-"
"Just stop. We get it," Deva said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, shut up, Miss I-Have-A-Decent-Sized-Penis," Amanda giggled, throwing her own pillow at Deva.
"Miss? Potter's a girl?" Seamus asked, laughter in his voice.
"No! I mean, no! He has... the same organs as we manly men have," Amanda said, puffing out her flat chest. "Oh my lord, Dev! Where the hell did my boobs go?!"