A/N: Hullo! Sorry sorry sorry about the lateness of this damned chapter. I was being lazy. Enjoy. (PS: Formatting is now prettyfied!)

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looks around innocently... giggles... looks around innocently...

DEVA AND AMANDA! YOU UNTIE J.K ROWLING RIGHT NOW!

frowns... mutters

Deva: Aw, man... we could've gotten away with it if your dad wasn't such a nosy prat!

Amanda: Let's just send her home before the press finds out we were trying to steal her rights to Harry Potter.

Deva: ... ... think it'd make us famous?

---Chapter Three---

Deva frowned in disgust, eyeing the piece of meat on her plate. Picking up her fork, she poked at it and jumped as it wiggled. Setting the fork down, she pushed the plate aside.

"What's wrong?"

Deva looked over to her right and groaned.

"Ew! How can you touch that?!" Deva exclaimed, watching Amanda scarf down her food.

Amanda looked up from her plate, confusion spread across her face. Deva sneered and shook her head, seeing a piece of meat dangling from Amanda's mouth.

"That is so disgusting," Deva shivered, facing forward.

Amanda shrugged and continued to eat, ignoring Deva's whining. They were late getting to breakfast, due to the fact that they had gotten lost several times, and most of the students were already on their way to their first class. They still had a few minutes, however, and much to Deva's protest, Amanda ordered that they eat before class.

Standing up, Deva picked up her bag and slid it onto her shoulder.

"Come on. We still have to find how to get to Charms," Deva said, poking Amanda in the head.

"Hey, now!" Amanda snapped.

Reluctantly, Amanda took a final bite of her food and stood up as well, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Do you have your wand?" Amanda asked, twirling Ron's in her right hand.

Deva rolled her eyes. "Do I have my wand? What a stupid..."

Deva trailed off, her eyes growing wide. Stopping in mid-step, she frantically began to pat herself down, digging into the pockets of her robes. Amanda grinned and pursed her lips to keep from laughing. Deva shrieked and tossed her bag to the ground, dropping to her knees next to it.

She began to dig through her things when Amanda burst into a fit of giggles. Deva stopped rummaging and peered up at Amanda through narrowed eyes. With a slight growl, she closed her bag and stood up.Walking over to Amanda, she held out her hand.

Amanda grinned broadly and fetched Harry's wand out of her pocket, handing it over to Deva.

Then, without warning, Deva smacked Amanda's chest. Amanda gasped, her hands flying up to cover the spot that Deva hit.

"You bitch!"

Deva laughed and picked up her bag, putting it back on her shoulder.

"Oh, calm down," Deva shook her head. "It's not like you have breasts anymore, anyway."

Amanda whimpered and looked down at her flat chest. Then, with furrowed brows, she pressed her palms to her chest.

"Wow," Amanda nodded. "Nice."

"Really?"

Deva reached forward, but Amanda hurriedly stepped back, slapping Deva's hands away.

"Nuh uh! For as long as I'm in this body, this is my chest, and I do not swing that way!" Amanda stated. "Well, ok, yeah I do, but not towards you, because you're still a girl, only in Harry's body, and although you are really hot, you're not, because you're not really Harry, and-"

"Amanda, shut up!" Deva shouted, cutting her off. "Damn, you got a mouth like the energizer bunny!"

Sticking her tongue out at Deva, they began to walk again. After a few minutes, Amanda stopped.

"Ok, I don't know about you, but I don't know where the hell we're going," Amanda said, frowning.

"Me either," Deva said. "Where the hell is the Marauder's map when we need it?"

Amanda opened her mouth to answer, but before she could speak, Deva quickly said, "Amanda... it was rhetorical."

Amanda nodded.

"I knew that."

Deva stared at Amanda before shaking her head.

"Out of all the people I have to get stuck in an alternate universe with..."

"Hey! I'm not the one ran into a wall, because you mistook it for a secret passage," Amanda said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not the one who purposely got their foot stuck in the staircase because you wanted to see how it felt!" Deva said, throwing her hands up in anger.

"Yeah?! Well..." Amanda trailed off for a moment, her eyes shifting back and forth as she thought. Finally, she stuck her nose in the air. "So?"

Deva sucked in a huge breath and turned around, walking in the other direction. Amanda frowned and hurriedly caught up with her.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" She asked, stepping in front of her.

"No, actually, I'm not." Deva sighed, throwing her bag down on the floor in frustration.

"Maybe we should ask directions?" Amanda suggested, shrugging.

"No!" Deva snapped back, looking at Amanda as if she had just uttered some sort of vulgar comment. "I do not ask direct-"She trailed off, looking horrified. "Oh my god..." She whispered, clutching at her head. "I just refused to ask for directions! Oh my god! Oh my god! Amanda! What if I'm turning into... into..."

"A man?" Amanda tried, cocking her head.

Deva began to hyperventilate, wringing her hands in worry. Amanda giggled, watching as Deva uttered random words to herself. With a large roll of her eyes, Amanda smacked Deva across the face. Deva stared at her, still absorbing the shock of the smack.

"Thanks..." Deva said quietly. "I needed that."

"I think I need to do it more often." Amanda said, shaking her head and continuing the walk. "So are we going to ask for directions or not?"

"Of course we are." Deva said, wetting her lips and picking her bag back up off the floor. "Why on earth wouldn't we?"

Amanda shook her head in irritation.

"You know, end of year exams are coming up, Dev." She said. "We might end up having to take them for Harry and Ron. We need to be at our... well, their, classes."

Deva jogged the extra few feet to catch up, then skidded to a halt in front of Amanda. She grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently.

"Harry and Ron ARE NOT REAL!" Deva said slowly. "This is all some bizarre alternate universe created only for our sick fantasy of being book characters. No matter what happens, it won't have an effect on the REAL Harry and Ron, because they don't exist! Do you get it?"

Amanda looked at her curiously.

"What do you mean? They aren't real? Ha! I think the existence of magical folk is a little more logical than your stupid star trek theory." Deva's eyebrow nearly disappeared under her hair.

"What? That theory had nothing to do with Star Trek; I've never even seen an episode of Star Trek in my life!"

Amanda shook her head. "That's beside the point." She said, crossing her arms. "I'm just saying that you know damn well that this is real. You always believed in this! Remember when you freaked out when you got the Hogwarts letter as a joke... you thought you were really going."

Deva opened and closed her mouth a few times, then pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

"I was kidding." She said finally. "I just was pretending that I thought it was real to be funny."

"Oh don't lie." Amanda sneered.

Deva narrowed her eyes and ran her tongue over her teeth, which felt very strange without their braces. The two began walking again, not saying a word.

"Did you hear footsteps?" Amanda asked Deva. Deva nodded.

"Yeah, I think I did." She answered. The two stood frozen near a corner, pressed firmly against the wall. The footsteps came closer, closer, until the stopped completely. Deva looked at Amanda with an arched brow.

"Ehem."

They both gasped, looking down. Professor Flitwick was standing before them, looking irritable.

"You two boys should be in class." He said in his small voice. "I expect you to be there before I return to the classroom or you twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor."

"Y-yes professor..." Amanda said quietly. Flitwick shot them one last angry glance then set off in the opposite direction.

Deva looked at Amanda in horror. "That was close." She breathed.

"Yeah, and we'd better get to class before Flitwick takes any points..."

They turned the corner. All that stood before then was a hallway with a single door at the end.

"This must be it." Amanda said. Deva nodded. They both sprinted along the hallway crashing through the door into a room full of very confused looking 6th years. They were all waving their wands and muttering incoherent words, and every so often, a stream of smoke would issue from the tip of someone's wand. They quickly took seats on either side of Hermione, who was looking very cross.

"And to think I was under the impression that you two had stopped messing around and gotten on track with your classes." She muttered, tapping the match in front of her. It ignited and she blew it out, swept it off the edge of the desk, and placed another in front of her.

"What are we doing?" Deva asked as casually as possible as she stared at Hermione in awe.

"We're supposed to be doing explosion spells, but he's started us off with a simple match lighting charm, just so no one blows anything up." She said, tapping her match. She blew on it then swept it off and rolled her eyes.

"What's the incantation?" Amanda asked. Deva shot her a thumbs up from over Hermione's shoulder.

'Good word choice!' She mouthed. Amanda nodded slightly.

"Aduro Migrus" Hermione muttered. "But I don't even need it, this spell is so simple the match lights when I tap it with my wand."

The door to the classroom opened again and Professor Flitwick glided in.

"Good! Now that all of you have managed igniting of a match-"

Seamus and Neville glanced at each other. Neither of them had managed to light anything at all.

"You can now begin working with these feathers I am going to pass out to you." He came around from his podium with a box of white feathers, handing one to each student.

"The proper incantation for this spell is Aduro Maximus-"

Hermione's hand shot straight into the air.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" He asked with a slight sigh.

"Professor, I'm confused, you told us that this was going to be an explosion charm, but in Latin terms, loosely translated, of course, that incantation only means 'big fire.' Wouldn't this mean that we're only going to be lighting a large fire?"

Amanda looked over at Deva and snorted. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and it looked as though they were about to fall out of her head.

'What's wrong?' She mouthed.

Deva looked at her with a look that she had only seen too often. This look meant nothing more or less than 'Amanda, I'm scared. Don't let the smart people hurt me.'

"Yes, Miss. Granger, as usual, that is correct but I'm afraid we do not have time to get into a lesson about the proper Latin usage in today's incantation. You can rest assured that this spell will cause a small explosion, as long as you are clearly thinking about your target, the feather."

He turned to the rest of the class.

"This is very important! Do not focus on anything else otherwise whatever your mind is on will be destroyed. You may begin."

Hermione pointed her wand at her feather.

"Aduro Maximus." She said. The feather immediately combusted, and Hermione grinned.

"Lets see you two do it." She said, crossing her arms and smiling brightly.

Amanda pointed her wand at her feather and closed her tightly.

Feather, feather... feather on the desk- NO! not the desk, no desk, desk bad, FEATHER! Feather is fluffy and white, feather, burst into fiery inferno...

"Aduro Maximus!" Amanda cried. Her feather exploded, sending a few embers at Deva. Deva leaned back to escape them, but slid off her chair and landed on the floor with a grunt.

"I'm okay." She said quietly, pushing herself up and sitting back down. "Right, okay, feather..." She began to concentrate on the feather.

Feather... nice feather... probably came off of a very nice bird, which died of natural causes. West nile? The plague? Hey look! A wall!

"Aduro Maximus!" Deva cried. Before any one could do a thing, the wall with the door exploded, sending rocks and ashes flying towards the class.

Everyone shrieked in horror, flinging themselves under desks and chairs, Their arms thrown over their heads in fear for their lives. Deva, who was the only one standing out of the entire class, had her hand pressed firmly over her mouth, Harry's wand laying forgotten on the ground beside her.