"Briar!"
Harry felt the wooden floor beneath him groan as someone stepped over him. 'Wooden!?!?' thought Harry, 'we were in Snape's dungeon a minute ago!'
"What were you thinking of, taking things from my private stores? Without even telling me!" A woman's irritated voice sounded directly in Harry's ear. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and the voice kept going, "Are you even listening to me, Briar?" Harry sat up carefully. He didn't feel like himself. He peered at his hands and was shocked to find, they were extremely dirty and were covered in inky vines- and the vines were moving!
"Who are you?" He asked the woman standing above him. He didn't sound like himself either.
"Did you puncture that thick skull of yours?" She asked nastily in reply.
"I hope not." Said Harry. Looking around he saw two more figures lying on the ground, and one sitting up like he was. They were all girls. "Who are they?"
"Oh, Briar, we need to get you to a healer!"
"Wait!" Said a small voice. Harry and the lady looked around at the girl who was sitting up.
"Just a moment, Tris, Briar needs to go to a healer. He seems to have overloaded magic, or hit his head, or something of the sort. Are you feeling alright?"
"Tris? Sorry, I'm not Tris." Said the girl
"Oh dear!" Said the red-haired woman, "Not you too!"
"Who are you then?" Asked Harry.
"Hermione, Hermione Granger."
"HERMIONE!" Yelled Harry "It's me! Where's Ron?"
"Harry, oh I am so glad it's you!"
"Well, you two have confused me." Said the older women. Then to herself, she said "Maybe I should wake Sandry and Daja, and see if they are alright."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter, kindly grace us with your mental presence!"
Briar could feel the stone floor under his face, sucking his heat away. He groaned and sat up. His robes were still soaked with foul smelling fluid. 'Robes?' he thought vaguely, he didn't remember any robes. He looked up to the sound of the voice, but his sight was blurry.
"Sorry." He muttered. "Um. where am I? I can't see a thing!"
"That is because your glasses fell off and shattered." Said another voice.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. I would like silence, Mr. Longbottom." Replied the first voice. "Weasley! Granger!" He muttered something under his breath that caused the red-haired boy to sit up, rubbing his head.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"No need to shout, Mr. Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor!" Said the first voice coldly.
"I.I.I'm a boy!" yelled the red-haired boy in panic, "n-no, this cannot be happening! N-no, I'm Sandry, Sandry!"
"Sandry?" Briar asked hesitantly.
"Who are you?"
"Briar Moss."
"BRIAR! You look different."
"Look who's talking, Sandry." Neither of them seemed to realize that the whole class was staring at them in disbelief.
"Where are Tris and Daja?" asked Sandry
"I d-don't know-"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" A silver-haired boy seemed to have been awoken by the same spell used on Sandry.
"What happened?" Asked the boy, "I look different. Wait, I sound different,too. Oh no."
"Mr. Malfoy, is there a problem?" Asked the man who had awoken him. The boy didn't seem to have heard him.
"Mr. Malfoy."
The boy looked around, apparently waiting for somebody to answer the man, then realized that he was talking to him.
"B-but I'm not Malfoy, I'm Daja." Said the boy quietly, then looked up, and spoke to the class, "Do any of you happen to be Sandry, Briar, or Tris?"
"O'r here, Daj'!" Said Briar.
"Not a word!" Snapped Sandry.
"Now that means." Briar said to himself, "that Tris is that girl on the floor."
"Huh? Did someone say my name?" The bushy haired girl stood on wobbly legs. "Wait, where are Briar and Daja and Sandry?"
"Well," said the cold-voiced man, "they seem to be these people over here."
"Well," imitated Tris, "Could you be a bit more vague for me?"
"We're right here, Coppercurls. Try not to be so rude to the people we don't know!"
"Malfoy! Please stop this nonsense and complete your potion!"
"Unfortunately, our potion seems to be what brought us here in the first place!"
"You were never gone!" Snapped Snape
"You might not want to get her into a temper, sir." Stated Briar.
"I am the teacher! And she is a know-it-all brat who needs to be taught a lesson!"
"Tris! No!" Hermione's body was walking up to the professor.
"He called me a know-it-all!"
"Don't hurt him! We don't even know him!"
"He called me a KNOW-IT-ALL!"
SMACK!
Snape stumbled backwards. "Fifty points, no, ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"
"Hermione! Stop! You've gone too far! One hundred points! Nooooo!" The Longbottom boy was sobbing. The rest of the class stood staring at the stunned teacher.
"You, you, and you! Take these loons to the Hospital wing immediately!"
"I am not leaving until you explain some things to us!" Shouted Daja.
"Crabbe, Goyle, Longbottom! Do as I said! And take Potter's glasses with you! Reparo!"
Harry felt the wooden floor beneath him groan as someone stepped over him. 'Wooden!?!?' thought Harry, 'we were in Snape's dungeon a minute ago!'
"What were you thinking of, taking things from my private stores? Without even telling me!" A woman's irritated voice sounded directly in Harry's ear. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and the voice kept going, "Are you even listening to me, Briar?" Harry sat up carefully. He didn't feel like himself. He peered at his hands and was shocked to find, they were extremely dirty and were covered in inky vines- and the vines were moving!
"Who are you?" He asked the woman standing above him. He didn't sound like himself either.
"Did you puncture that thick skull of yours?" She asked nastily in reply.
"I hope not." Said Harry. Looking around he saw two more figures lying on the ground, and one sitting up like he was. They were all girls. "Who are they?"
"Oh, Briar, we need to get you to a healer!"
"Wait!" Said a small voice. Harry and the lady looked around at the girl who was sitting up.
"Just a moment, Tris, Briar needs to go to a healer. He seems to have overloaded magic, or hit his head, or something of the sort. Are you feeling alright?"
"Tris? Sorry, I'm not Tris." Said the girl
"Oh dear!" Said the red-haired woman, "Not you too!"
"Who are you then?" Asked Harry.
"Hermione, Hermione Granger."
"HERMIONE!" Yelled Harry "It's me! Where's Ron?"
"Harry, oh I am so glad it's you!"
"Well, you two have confused me." Said the older women. Then to herself, she said "Maybe I should wake Sandry and Daja, and see if they are alright."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter, kindly grace us with your mental presence!"
Briar could feel the stone floor under his face, sucking his heat away. He groaned and sat up. His robes were still soaked with foul smelling fluid. 'Robes?' he thought vaguely, he didn't remember any robes. He looked up to the sound of the voice, but his sight was blurry.
"Sorry." He muttered. "Um. where am I? I can't see a thing!"
"That is because your glasses fell off and shattered." Said another voice.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. I would like silence, Mr. Longbottom." Replied the first voice. "Weasley! Granger!" He muttered something under his breath that caused the red-haired boy to sit up, rubbing his head.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"No need to shout, Mr. Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor!" Said the first voice coldly.
"I.I.I'm a boy!" yelled the red-haired boy in panic, "n-no, this cannot be happening! N-no, I'm Sandry, Sandry!"
"Sandry?" Briar asked hesitantly.
"Who are you?"
"Briar Moss."
"BRIAR! You look different."
"Look who's talking, Sandry." Neither of them seemed to realize that the whole class was staring at them in disbelief.
"Where are Tris and Daja?" asked Sandry
"I d-don't know-"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" A silver-haired boy seemed to have been awoken by the same spell used on Sandry.
"What happened?" Asked the boy, "I look different. Wait, I sound different,too. Oh no."
"Mr. Malfoy, is there a problem?" Asked the man who had awoken him. The boy didn't seem to have heard him.
"Mr. Malfoy."
The boy looked around, apparently waiting for somebody to answer the man, then realized that he was talking to him.
"B-but I'm not Malfoy, I'm Daja." Said the boy quietly, then looked up, and spoke to the class, "Do any of you happen to be Sandry, Briar, or Tris?"
"O'r here, Daj'!" Said Briar.
"Not a word!" Snapped Sandry.
"Now that means." Briar said to himself, "that Tris is that girl on the floor."
"Huh? Did someone say my name?" The bushy haired girl stood on wobbly legs. "Wait, where are Briar and Daja and Sandry?"
"Well," said the cold-voiced man, "they seem to be these people over here."
"Well," imitated Tris, "Could you be a bit more vague for me?"
"We're right here, Coppercurls. Try not to be so rude to the people we don't know!"
"Malfoy! Please stop this nonsense and complete your potion!"
"Unfortunately, our potion seems to be what brought us here in the first place!"
"You were never gone!" Snapped Snape
"You might not want to get her into a temper, sir." Stated Briar.
"I am the teacher! And she is a know-it-all brat who needs to be taught a lesson!"
"Tris! No!" Hermione's body was walking up to the professor.
"He called me a know-it-all!"
"Don't hurt him! We don't even know him!"
"He called me a KNOW-IT-ALL!"
SMACK!
Snape stumbled backwards. "Fifty points, no, ONE HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"
"Hermione! Stop! You've gone too far! One hundred points! Nooooo!" The Longbottom boy was sobbing. The rest of the class stood staring at the stunned teacher.
"You, you, and you! Take these loons to the Hospital wing immediately!"
"I am not leaving until you explain some things to us!" Shouted Daja.
"Crabbe, Goyle, Longbottom! Do as I said! And take Potter's glasses with you! Reparo!"