Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters, settings, ect. don't belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling and/or Warner Bros. The plotline for a guy who wants to be popular and creates an Alternate Reality comes from the episode of Buffy, Jonathon. I think it's season three

Owen Caulfield wasn't a bad guy; he was in Hufflepuff, a second year, good at transfiguration, and pretty attractive. He had light wavy blond hair, clear blue eyes, and of medium build, but no one seemed to like him. In his years at Hogwarts he hadn't made a single friend. This was enough to turn him into an angry little man.

"Yes!" called a voice in the library. Hermione looked over and scowled. It WAS a library after all. She saw that he was wearing a Hufflepuff badge, but she didn't recognize him, but she couldn't help smiling when Madam Pierce went to yell at him.

Owen had just received a lecture- but he didn't care! He had finally found a spell to make people notice him, to like him! He had only been looking for a spell like this since his first year. This spell it would make him the best at everything, but there was a problem. To balance out the new forces of good he had to create a force of evil. He an idea of what to do with the forces of evil.

Harry entered the common room, and made a beeline strait for Hermione. Rom grinned at him, gave him a thumbs-up, and mouthed, "she'd say yes!"

Harry grinned, and if he was at all religious he would have fallen down onto his knees and prayed! He sat across from Hermione and to his surprise she said:

"Harry, I like you a lot!" she blushed at the look of surprise on his face and stammered, "b-but if you d-don't feel the s-same." She sprang up and ran to the girls dormitories. He banged his head against the table again, and again, and again, until people began to look over at him in concern. Ron finally stopped him.

Harry said, "I blew it." His voice cracked, and he refused to say anymore.

In the Slytherin common room Draco was lounging on a chair talking loudly to anyone who would listen, about the stupidity of muggles. "And these muggles they actually use brooms for sweeping floors! And then they all think that anyone that claims they perform magic is a nutter, and they ship them off to an insane asylum! I mean what is an insane asylum? They have something called electricity, and their mail is carried by people!"

Several people scoffed with Draco, some of them didn't even take in a word of what he said, but they were so ready to make friends with this popular, attractive Malfoy, and some of them actually took Muggle Studies and knew Draco was just being ignorant, but they weren't about to tell him so.

"If I could kill a muggle without going to Azkaban, I'd murder them all!" Draco paused and did some serious thinking "you know even if I did kill all the muggles, my father and Fudge are friends, and he has all these ties to the Ministry I'd probably receive an Order of Merlin first class! No not first class! They'd have to invent a whole new class for the man who gets rid of Muggles!" Draco erupted into laughter

In the Ravenclaw common room, many people were reading, mainly quidditch magazines, even though they where intelligent it was a weekend. Several people were listening to a Wyrd Sisters concert on the radio and where singing rather badly along. Padma scowled and rubbed her temples, wincing. Three straight hours of people screaming out of tune gave her a serious headache.

She reached for her wand; whispered "blasterto" and the music player blew up.

She smirked as someone angrily called, "Oi! Who did that?" No one had seen her commit the crime, she picked up her books and retreated to the dormitories, she could get some sleep now.

Owen retreated to the Hufflepuff common room. He looked around, nothing had changed. Some people were crying over Cedric Diggory. Diggory had been well-liked; Owen hated him with a passion. Why did everyone like Cedric? Why not him? That would all change! People were playing exploding snap and drinking butterbeer. A regular Saturday. No one had even looked up as he had entered; they were too wrapped up in themselves to even notice him. He grinned, that would all change, everything would change. Now all he needed was a cockroach......He spied one it the corner and he skillfully caught it.

He should try out for seeker, but he'd be the best at everything after he did the spell, he assumed that included quidditch. He grinned and went to his dormitory. None of the four people he shared the room with were here, that was good for his purposes. The spell was complicated; it was to be done in the old style, with herbs, candles, and chanting. No one practiced the old magic anymore, it was done by appealing to the gods but now that few people actually believed in the gods anymore it was practically worthless. He did believe in the gods, his family was very old fashioned. He took out candles, lit them and placed them in a circle. He sat in the middle of the circle, scattered a mixture of herbs over the flames and chanted:

"Mithros, god of the sun

Alter reality and the heavens

In my favor

Make me

The best

The best of all

At everything

I beg of you O Mithros

Alter reality, the heavens

For me

A believer."

The candles all flared up and the flames turned to silver before going out. From the extinguished flames rose a silver vapor which surrounded him and flowed into his skin. A similar gold vapor likewise covered the cockroach that had also been surrounded by a smaller circle of candles. The spell was complete and the cockroach, that he had filled with a force of evil scurried off. He didn't know if the spell had worked, but he would find out tomorrow. He gathered up the candles and went to sleep.

Harry awoke and opened his drawer; he took out a needle, found a vein and injected the substance into it. The world swayed for a moment and then was replaced by a fluttering, insanely happy, giddy feeling. He grinned oafishly and went down to the common room. The common room was filled with smoke. Some of it grey, but also other assorted colors like pink, green, and a nastily bright shade of violet. Despite of the smoke Harry found Ron and Hermione seated on some squashy armchairs.

Ron mumbled, "'lo 'Arry."

Hermione said brightly, "hello! Isn't it just a wonderful day to be alive? It just fills me with a cuddly, fuzzy, fluffy feeling!" she stood and hopped up and down. "Look Harry! I'm a little bunny and, and look I can wrinkle my nose like a bunny!" she then attempted to wiggle her nose. "Oh I now what we can do today! We can go looking for the secret gate to the realm of the fuzzy-wuzzykins!"

She dived into her bag and pulled out a picture that looked like it had been drawn by a demented three year old. She pointed to what looked like a blue triangle with a pink circle on top of it "See, It's a map! And that, that's the bush of jolliness and if you pet it and tell it it's a good boy, it'll lead you to the secret gate to the realm of the fuzzy-wuzzykins!"

Harry tuned her out and took out a small white square and filled it with blue powder. He rolled it up, lit it and puffed, adding blue to the other colors of smoke floating around.

Draco woke up, went down to the common room and took out what looked like a blue circle with yellow rectangles coming out of it. He pulled out some knitting needles and they started working on the– sweater? Pansy came running down the stairs saw Draco and squealed: "Oh, Draco! I need you're help!"

Draco looked at Pansy and said, "What's the problem?"

Pansy suddenly became very girlish. She twisted from side to side before whispering, "I like.......Ronald Weasley!" she squealed out the last two words before opening her eyes wide in anticipation of Draco's excellent advice.

"If you like him you should tell him, honesty is always good. But you have to promise me that even if you date a Gryffindor don't do drugs like them! I mean it drugs are really bad things, and they do bad things to people." Draco calmly returned to his knitting needles as Pansy nodded vigorously and ran out of the common room, to find Harry Draco presumed. Draco put the– sweater? Back into his bag and announced to no one in particular: "I'm off to arrange a Portkey to Draco's House for Underprivileged Children." Draco walked out and the people in the common room watched him leave.

"How can anyone be that considerate?" A voice asked

"Only Draco." Someone else said

"Draco! Ha! whatever Draco can do Owen can do ten times better!"

"Owen's great, but he hasn't opened five houses for underprivileged muggles, now has he?"

"No, Owen's opened fifty!"

In the Ravenclaw common room, nobody had ever gone to sleep. Everyone had glowsticks, and glowstick jewelry. There were foggers, and pretty lights– ooh pretty lights! Shiny things and a giant glowstick in the corner that people kept falling to there knees in front of. Loud music was playing. People were doing all sorts of weird dancing and singing, but no one was blowing up the player this time. Cho and her friends were all dancing in a circle, laughing happily. Every now and then five or so people would go over to the giant glowstick and fall onto their knees. Padma Patil was dancing with a Ravenclaw boy named Terry Boot.

She excused herself and went over to the giant glowstick. She fell to her knees and murmured, "oh Glowy, the god of parties, and bright lights, and Ooh! Sparkly things, and music and dancing!" she made her way back into the dancing crowd, passing Minerva McGonagall who had her hair down and was wearing tye-dye robes.

Owen awoke and found that his dormitory, that usually held five people, now only had him. The walls were stone, and there was a plush yellow rug on the floor. He had a hug bed with a yellow canopy. One of his walls was all windows, giving him a beautiful view down on the grounds. There were also yellow chairs and couches, and bookshelves that held books that he doubted even the library had! He knew the spell had worked and he grinned. He put on his yellow slippers and walked down to the common room. His fellow Hufflepuffs cheered his arrival, some girls even fainted. He grinned at them; one girl went up to him holding a book titled Oh! Owen he took out a pen and signed it. He took a good look around the room and noticed it was covered with posters of him! Him singing, dancing, playing quidditch, accepting many awards, making the fastest broom ever, and all sorts of other things. He grinned, this spell was a stroke of brilliance or luck, he wasn't sure which. He walked out of the common room, and into the hallway. Like the common room, the walls were covered with pictures of him. He saw one of him standing victoriously over a pile of death eaters and another one of him vanquishing he-who-must-not-be-named. He was surprised that he remembered doing all these things, well technically in this world he had done.