Asking For Trouble
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A/N: Hello. This chapter is where She awakes in the new world. Erm... Not extremely funny but I did the best while forwarding with the story.
Chapter 3
VAMPYRS!
When Hermione awoke she knew she wasn't in the potions room, but in fact the Hospital wing.
She noticed he surroundings first, the white walls and the crisp white sheets covering her body. Her body was in Hufflepuff Robes.
She then noticed the three figures, slowly taking shape.
Harry? Ron?
But it was neither Ron nor Harry.
Hell, it wasn't even Ginny or Neville.
Draco Malfoy was standing at the end of her bed in Ravenclaw Quidditch Robes, his wet hair dangling in front of his eyes.
The she noticed Blaise Zambini, who was to her left and Pansy Parkinson, who was to her right. Both with concerned looks.
Hermione began to freak out.
Pansy leaned forwards, her hands clamped together.
"Are you alright? Does your head hurt? Can you move? Can you breathe properly?"
"Give her some space, Holly. She can't breathe if you're hovering over her."
Hermione, puzzled, looked over to Blaise.
He smiled. "But I am glad to see your awake."
"Yes," Draco stepped forward.
He looked much younger, Hermione noticed. He had more color to him, his nose and cheeks were tinged pink from being outside in the snow.
His white-blonde hair fell into his eyes.
He had a sparkle to his eyes that Hermione had not noticed in the real Draco Malfoy, where his eyes were distant and cold. Now they were silver-blue and friendly.
"He carried you up here."
Blaise said with a smile.
Hermione blinked at Draco. "Huh?"
She was surprised to see him blush and look away shyly.
"We were so worried!" Pansy cried out.
Blaise nodded in agreement.
Hermione felt dizzy again and put a hand to her head.
"What's going on?" she moaned.
'alright Hermione. Just breath. Think. What could have happened? You came into contact with a potion and now you're in a different world. '
Her mind went instantly to the library, Down to the third isle on the right, and a book called "changing worlds" by Rome A. Rounde. On the second shelf, Volume 2 – Realms.
'right, " a person using the parsniesis potion can be transported to another realm of his/her own but with minor or major differences, with the same people.
A Trouble of some kind, like Zombies, packs of werewolves or any other, semi- dangerous creature will have appeared and he/she can not transport back to his/her own realm until that danger is destroyed or sorted out.
Or if another person from his/her original realm is on a spacer (traveling engravings - see volume 3- transportation) and collects the person in the different world, before death, and he/she can return to his/her original realm, but all damages, changes or wounds will be carried with him/her, until slowly changing back, if wanted, into his/her original form.
URGENT NOTE: After three days-" damn! At that moment Harry and Ron had come in to look for me. I never did finish that chapter. I'll tell them off first thing!'
The hospital wing door opened, jerking her away from her thoughts.
A boy, Hermione knew as Peter Ruffigan, a Hufflepuff in her world, but was also dressed in Ravenclaw quidditch robes, poked his head through the door.
"Err…Draco? Are you coming?"
"Oh, yeah." Draco ran halfway to the door and then stopped and turned to Hermione.
"I'll talk to you later. I hope you feel better."
He ran out the wing with his friend.
All eyes that were on Draco now turned to Hermione.
Hermione sighed. "Right. So I'm in a different world. With people I know but have…changed. And I'm in Hufflepuff, obviously best friends with two Slytherins. And not with Harry and Ron."
"Ron?" Blaise asked.
"I think she means that weasley fellow, with the flaming red hair and all those siblings."
She gave Hermione a puzzled look. "But I don't know why you would be talking about him."
Hermione sighed again.
"He was my Best friend, along with Harry."
"Harry Potter? You mean -The- Harry Potter? You mean the Slytherin King and Prince Of All Darkness Harry potter?"
Hermione nodded.
"He…He was different though. He was nice, and helped people."
Blaise laid a hand on her shoulder,
"I'm sorry…."
He said softly.
"But let's go. I'm starving!"
"We should go to The Great Hall for Dinner."
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Hermione sat, picking at her food.
This was REALLY not her own world.
She glanced at the Slytherin table where Harry and Neville sat together.
Harry looked distant. He looked as though he never smiled a day at in his life.
Hermione noticed he looked very pale, looking like Malfoy in Her world, except his eyes, which were an unusual shade of yellow-green.
It was, as Blaise put it, like he was The Prince Of All Darkness.
Suddenly, the bench beside her parted and an energetic Ginny sat beside her.
"Hey, Hermione. I heard you got a little bump."
Hermione stared at Ginny for awhile.
She looked the same.
She acted the same.
She spoke the same.
She wore the same Gryffindor Robes.
Was she any different?
Hermione didn't think so. But here, anything could be possible.
Hermione embarrassedly flushed when Ginny spoke to her.
"How many people have heard about that?"
Ginny shrugged while she reached out her hands to a muffin plate. "I heard it from Luna."
Again the bench parted between Hermione and Ginny and there sat Luna.
"I have been called?" She said.
Luna whacked Ginny's hand away from the muffins. "You don't like those. You had a bad experience from your brother."
Ginny frowned but returned her hand onto the table.
Now Hermione was greatly confused.
Ginny was nearly the same and she only didn't like muffins because of that dinner with Ron but that had happened in her world, so she wouldn't be affected if this was a different world and that had never happened, so that could be explained.
So why did Luna know?
"Got hit by a bludger I heard." Luna said easily.
It was driving her crazy.
She slammed her hands onto the table.
"I didn't! I don't belong here! I'm in another realm, a different Universe and I'm stuck here forever! That's just an excuse how the Hermione from this world was caused to be unconscious and she could be in my place for all I know!"
Everyone stared at her except Luna who calmly scooped some pasta onto her plate that she took from in front of Hermione.
Ginny was the fist to say anything.
"Okay, I really think you hit your head -WAY- too hard!"
Hermione growled and banged her head on the table.
Pansy, who was sitting across from Hermione, sensed her distress and stood up.
"Let's go, Hermione. We have to clean our room, remember? McGonagall will have a fit if it's not cleaned by tomorrow."
Hermione lifted her head and stood as well.
She said her goodbyes and followed Pansy towards the Doors. She met eyes with Draco and smiled at him when he gave a grin and a wave.
When they arrived, they stepped into the Ravenclaw common room Hermione faltered.
"err…Pansy?" Hermione started.
Pansy stopped suddenly and whipped around. "What did you call me?"
"What?" Hermione asked.
Pansy peered at her. "How do you know about Pansy?"
"Err… is that not your name?"
"No! That's Her name. Everyone knows I'm Holly and no more."
"wait, are you pansy or Holly?"
"Holly!'
"Oh... Right then..."
Pansy...err…Holly sighed. "You really aren't the Hermione from here."
Hermione shrugged.
Suddenly,
Pansy smiled.
Hermione decided she didn't like that smile.
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Half an hour later Hermione found herself standing in a line next to a stage, trying to remember lines written down in a script.
A play audition?
Was Pansy mad?
She glanced around.
There's something in the air in this Hogwarts, she thought.
If the creator had said,
'Let there be light,' in this Hogwarts, he'd have got not farther from all the students saying 'What color?'
As she read over her lines again, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Luna kept looking at her.
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Holly, in her lovely violet dress, was waiting for Hermione to finish.
She picked up a plate, stepped towards the food table and walked into someone as solid as a tree.
"Why, hello." Said a voice by her ear.
Holly heard Pansy curse her for jumping sideways, but she recovered and managed to smile awkwardly at the person who had spoken.
He was a young man, her age, and, it dawned on her a very attractive one.
'he's got a ponytail!' squeaked Pansy, 'now that is cool!'
Holly felt the blush start somewhere in the regions of her knees and begin its inevitable acceleration upwards.
"Err…Hello?' she said.
"There are many people here." Said the man.
He inclined his head to a hunched figure as out of place as a lost sheep.
'Looks rather like a scruffy little crow, don't you think?"
"Err… yes." Holly managed.
The blush rounded the curve of he bosom, red hot and rising.
'Say something to him!' Pansy screamed within.
"wstfgl?" Said Holly.
"I beg your pardon?"
Holly swallowed, partly because Pansy was trying to shake her by the throat.
"The boy does look like he's about to flap away doesn't he?" she said.
'Ask him his name!' Pansy yelled.
'No that would be forward of me,' Holly thought.
Pansy screamed, 'you were built forward, you stupid lump- '
"Please introduce myself. I'm Vlad." He said kindly.
"oh, now he's…yes, he's about to pounce on.. Yes, a prawn vol-au-vent. They do very good seafood in Paris I believe."
"Never been." Holly mumbled.
Inside her head Pansy lay down and cried.
"Maybe we could visit one day, Holly." Said Vlad.
The blush was at Holly's neck.
"It's very hot in here don't you think?" said Vlad.
"It's the fire," said Holly gratefully,
"It's over there." She added, nodding to where a quite a large amount of tree was burning in the halls enormous fireplace and could only have been missed by a man with a bucket over his head.
Vlad grinned a toothy grin, showing unusually large canines.
"Err… I'm just going to…err… powder my nose shall I?" and she left heading for the direction of Blaise.
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Hermione sighed and stepped down from the stage. The judges frowning and shaking their heads.
She didn't belong there.
She knew all these people but she didn't -know- them.
They weren't her friends.
It reminded her when she was little of a game to play with all the other little kids in the neighborhood.
Fruits Basket.
'You're an Orange!'
'You're a banana!'
'Hermione, you get to be the rice bowl!'
'mmmm, the rice bowl. That sound yummy!' she had said.
She supposed they were only trying to tease her like little kids did but she didn't know any better.
The game went on and all the other kids were called one by one and the whole time she sat there smiling, waiting for someone to call 'Rice bowl!' so she could play too.
She should have known.
There was no way she could have joined the others.
She looked over to Harry, and Then Ron, smiling and mucking around with their own friends, having the greatest time.
She walked out of the Great hall.
A Rice Bowl doesn't belong in a Fruits Basket.
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Blaise froze.
"VAMPIRES?"
"shhhhh." Holly shushed.
They were dancing, inconspictiosly, so Holly could tell Blaise of her discovery.
"Vampires? How can you be so sure?" Blaise asked, in a hushed tone.
Holly frowned. "It's quite obvious. If you weren't chatting up all the men, you should have noticed."
Blaise ignored the gay remark.
They stopped dancing and looked over to where Harry and Vlad were talking to a large group of students and the students just nodding along.
They stopped talking and turned their heads to look straight at Holly and Blaise, who were staring at them.
Blaise gave a strangled noise and started to dances with holly faster than before.
"Have you told Hermione?" Blaise asked.
Holly shook her head. "I can't seem to find her."
Holly's eyes widened. "Do you think they got to her first?"
Blaise looked horrified. "OH MY GOD! THEY ATE HERMIONE!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Holly clamped her hand on his mouth, dragging him off the dance floor, smiling sweetly at the people staring around them.
"Too much punch."
She excused.
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They sat at the kitchen tables, both quiet.
Holly couldn't remember why they were there and apparently neither could Blaise.
"I'll make us some tea." Blaise offered.
"It's alright I-"
Holly's left arm twitched.
To her horror it swung at the elbow and waved its hand up and down in front of her face, as if guided by a mind of its own.
"Feeling a bit warm are you?" said Blaise.
"I'll get the tea!" Panted Holly.
She rushed to the other side of the kitchens gripping her left wrist with her right hand.
It shook itself free, grabbed a knife from the boards and stabbed it into the wall, dragging it so it formed the crude letters:
VMPIR
It dropped the knife grabbed at the hair on the back of Holly's head and thrust her face within inches if the letters.
"Are you alright over there?" Blaise called, from the other side, his back towards her.
"Err, yes, but I think I'm trying to tell me something-"
A movement made her turn. A small Blue man wearing a blue cap was staring at her from the shelves. He stuck out his tongue, made a very small obscene gesture and disappeared behind a bag.
"Blaise?"
"Yes?"
"Are there such things as blue mice?"
"Not while your sober."
"I think… I'm owed a drink then. Is there any Fire whisky left?"
Blaise came over and uncorked the flask. "I topped it up at the ball, of course, it's only shop bought stuff, you couldn't—"
Holly's left hand snatched it and poured it down her throat.
Then she coughed so hard that some of it went up her nose.
"Hang on, Hang on. It's not –that- weak." Said Blaise.
Holly plonked the flask down on the kitchen bench.
"Right." She said, her voice sounding quite different to Blaise.
"My name is Pansy and I'm taking over this body right -now-"
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Luna unwrapped the invisibility cloak from around her and held the lantern high as she walked down the restricted section of the library.
She had noticed before that books were written by people who knew more about books than they did about the contents of the book.
In the dim glow she looked along the crowded bookshelf a t the very book back and pulled down a huge ragged volume on the cover of which someone had written, centuries ago, the word VAMPYRS.
The book was a huge ledger. The spine had been cut and widened inexpertly several times so that more pages could be pasted in.
The Vampire hunters in the wizarding world knew a lot about vampires. They, very painstakingly, taken notes.
The pages were tied with drawings and closely spaced writing, the entries copied and re-copied and updated over the years.
No-one ever bothered with an index, but some past vampire hunter had considerately arranged many of the entries into alphabetical order.
Luna ran her fingers down the book cover.
In the deepest shadow, something cowered.
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There were 3 shelves of books in the kitchens. No one really knows why but they were there.
Two very small blue figures lay on top of a book, watching the scene with interest.
Blaise backed away, waving the poker.
"It's all right-" said Holly.
"It's me again, Holly Parkinson, but… she's here but… I'm sort of holding on. Yes! Yes! All right! All right! All right, just shut up will y- Look, it's –my- body, you're just a figment of my imagina- Okay! Okay! Perhaps not quite so clear c- Let me talk to Blaise will you?"
"Which one are you now?" Blaise asked.
"I'm still Holly, Of course." She rolled her eyes up.
"All right! I'm Holly currently being advised by Pansy, who is also me. In a way. And I'm not too fat, thank you so very much!!!"
"How many of you are there in there?" said Blaise.
"what do you mean 'room for ten'?" Shouted Holly
"Shut up! Listen, Pansy says there were Vampires at the Party. She can't understand how we were acting. They were putting a kind of…'fluence over everyone. Including me, which is why she was able to break thr- Yes, Alright, I'm telling it, thank you."
"Why not her then?" asked Blaise.
"Because she's got a mind of her own! Blaise, do remember anything they actually -said-?"
"Now that you mention it, no. But they seem very nice people."
"And Vlad?"
"Who's Vlad?"
The tiny blue figures watched, fascinated, for the next 10 min.
Blaise sat back at the end of it and stared at the ceiling for awhile.
"Why should we believe her?" He said eventually.
"Because she's me."
"They do say inside a fat girl, there's a thin girl an-" Blaise began.
"Yes," Holly said bitterly. "I've heard it. Yes. She's the thin girl, and I'm the lot of chocolate."
Blaise leaned towards Holly's ear and raised his voice.
"How are you going in there? Everything all right is it? Treatin' you alright is she?"
"Ha ha, Blaise. Very Funny."
"They were saying all this tuff about drinkin' blood and killin' people and everyone was just nodding and saying 'well, well, how very fascinating'?"
"Yes!"
Blaise rubbed his chin, torn between the vampiric revelation and the prurient curiosity about Pansy.
"How does Pansy work, then?" he said.
Holly sighed. "Look, you know the part of you that wants to do all the things you don't dare do, and thinks the thoughts you don't dare think?"
Blaise's face stayed blank. Holly floundered.
"Like…maybe… rip off all your clothes and run naked in the rain?" She hazarded.
"Oh, yes. Right." Said Blaise.
"Well…I suppose Pansy's that part of me."
"Really? I've always been that part of me." Said Blaise. "The important thing is to remember where you left your clothes."
Holly remembered too late that Blaise Zambini was in many ways a very –uncomplicated- personality.
"Mind you, I think I know what you mean. Dumbledore wouldn't be so stupid as to send an invitation to vampires would he?"
Holly thought. "Yes, he would. Prob'ly thinks of it as offering the hand of friendship. And anyway, He isn't here. None of the professors are."
Blaise stood up. " Right, they won't have left yet. You go get some garlic and stakes and I'll round up Seamus and Dean and the lads."
"It work, Blaise. Pansy saw what they can do. The moment you get near them you'll forget all about it. They do something to your mind, Blaise."
Blaise hesitated. "Can't say I know that much about vampires." He said.
"Pansy thinks they can tell what you're thinking, too."
"Then this is Hermione's type of stuff," said Blaise.
"Messing with minds and so on. Its meat and drink to her."
"Well where is she?" Holly moaned.
Blaise turned to the kitchen doors. "Right. This isn't going to fix itself up, so we have to do what we can until we find Hermione."
Holly looked at him. "And how do you plan to do that?"
He lifted a finger, his mouth open to reply.
He shut his mouth and his shoulders sagged.
"Me?" He strained.
Holly rolled her eyes. "Well it was your idea. Well?"
"I suppose having vampires around wouldn't be -too- bad. I mean it's only a few drops of blood here and there."
Holly grabbed his tie, dragging him towards the exit.
"We have to at least try to fix this. So we are going to sort this out right Now!"
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