Sorry I haven't updated in a while -cough- months but I had to re do about half of what I had written before hand. I didn't want a slop job like my other fic. So here Reveiw, and be happy

Chapter II

It was as if the air had been sucked out of her lungs, Ana couldn't breathe, or scream. Shuddering violently, as she tumbled haphazardly, a sharp pain hit her square in the small of her back. Feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of her, she choked, and coughed, as she tried to breathe normally again. Wherever she was it was dark, and her vision was limited, she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face.

It was as if her ears weren't working, then suddenly, a whoosh of air brought her hearing back, and a rough voice was caught in mid sentance. "-before you...what the hell?!" Quickly a tugging at her shirt collar pulled her up, and slightly off the ground. 'I'm going to die' she thought vaugely, turning her head to the side, and putting her palms up in a weak defense. "Parish...wonderful, you were due before we got here" the voice stressed.

"Professor Moody?" asked another voice behind her uncertainly. 'Moody..' she thought slowly, something not regestering inside her properly.

"For God's sake put her down, she's only a muggle" implored a woman's voice. "Lumos" she added, as a bright light seemed to erupt through out the room. Of course, this was just a dream of some sort. An odd, surprsingly realistic dream. Suddenly she was slowly placed down, and feeling quite like a timid rabbit, Ana looked up to see a fightening character. His face was covered with scars, and a large chunk of his nose semed to be ripped or bitten off. Surpressing an 'eep' she stumbled backwards onto some stairs.

It was only then did Ana, look back to the figure who had talked before. He was tall, (atleast from her veiw point) and had unruley black hair, that looked like he had just woken up, and had a major case of bed head. He had almond shaped eyes, green, Ana noted, before continuing to process the list. Covered by circular glasses, duct taped in the center. He could have passed for Harry Potter easily, if he only had the- "Bloody hell !" She stumbled backwards, or forwards in this case, towards the first figure, Moody.

"Bloody hell !" she repeated, dropping to the ground in surprise, relizing for the first time that he too had a strong resemblance to a character in a book. Glancing around she noticed, that this all seemed too familiar, it was precisely the way she had imagined in Harry Potter.

Breathing harsly now, she glanced quickly from one 'character' to the next "Bloody hell !" she gasped, looking like it was the only phrase she could utter. Her breathing was short as she gasped for air.

A sandy haired man looked around, and kindly asked "Does anyone have a paper bag?" The others, checked their colored robes, and muttered 'no' and 'sorry'.

Glancing around, a small smile crossed her face " You know" she said, glancing around, as her breath returned to it's normal state. "You're all ficitonal characters, this isn't happening...this is just a crazy dream."

Some of the people rolled their eyes "And I thought getting Harry to come with us might be a problem" a elderly woman muttered.

Harry, as Ana thought of him now, with no other name she could place for him, looked around and narrowed his eyes. Then, a smile flashed his face "Professor Lupin?" he asked finally, still uncertain. At the moment, Ana hated him. He was the one who seemed at ease here. He was the one who didn't see many fictional characters before his eyes.

The sandy haired man nodded "We've come to take you away Harry" he said simply. He nodded towards Ana "I'm sure you're feeling confused now Miss Parish, but have some chocolate, it'll atleast make you feel better." It was Lupin all right, Ana thought, noddng her head, as he neared her, taking out a large slab of chocolate with the wrapper pulled back reading "ydukes". He broke off a large peice and gave it too her. Slowly eating it, feeling the smallest tinge of warning that it was laced with poison, she didn't care. For all she knew, she was in the loony bin, and this was a bad effect of her medication.

"Are you quite sure it's them?" asked Moody "It'd be a nice lookout if we bring back Deatheaters impersonating them. We should ask 'em only what the real Potter and Parish would know. Unless someone brought some Veritaserum?" A few nodded in agreement, and others shrugged, looking as though they didn't care what the scared man did, or didn't do.

"Harry what form does your Pratronous take?"

"A stag..."

"That's him Mad-Eye" he then turned his attention towards Ana who, did not like the thought of being killed just because she got an answer wrong.

Done, wait 'til my next installment, which will be sooner than the last, and longer... See the preety purple button...love the pretty purple button