"But Sandry! You need to-"
"RON! RON! I AM RON! RONALD WEASLEY! I don't wanna be a girl!"
"My word, you are all crazy! Daja? Are you crazy too?" Asked the red- haired woman who woke them up.
"Daja?"
Malfoy seemed to have taken on the form of a tall, sturdy black girl. He was looking around the room with the most confused expression of them all. He looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, seeing a boy and two girls he didn't recognize. Shifting over, he reached up and felt his now shoulder-length, black hair. He slowly looked down at his dark brown, callused hands, then the rest of his body, before looking once more around the room. And then-
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh"
"For pity sake, Daja! Calm down!"
"W-w-who are you?" Asked Malfoy in a voice that indicated pure terror.
"You know very well who I am, I'm Rosethorn, you know, Briar's teacher..."
"B-but who's B-Briar?" Asked Malfoy.
"He is." Said Rosethorn, pointing to Harry.
"I am not!"
"Well, what shall I call you, your highness?" mocked Rosethorn.
"Sorry, but we seem to have been transported here magically." Said Harry, just barely keeping his temper.
"Wait! No you aren't- you can't be- I don't want to be stuck here with Potter!" Said Malfoy
"And I want to be stuck here with you, Malfoy?!" Harry retorted
"Alright, keep your heads, we'll figure this out- er- eventually. In the meantime, you four have some work to do. If you really are who you say you are, you'll just be filling in for a while, but if not you are in big trouble!
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"Well," said Madam Pomfrey, suspiciously eyeing Briar, Sandry, Tris, and Daja, "there seems to be absolutely nothing wrong with you four."
"Nothing wrong! What do you mean nothing wrong!? Look at me, I'm a boy!" yelled Sandry. Briar had never felt so sorry for her.
"Of course you're a boy, Mr. Weasley." Madam Pomfrey said, looking over who she thought was Ronald Weasley.
"Excuse me, but I think we should get a few things straight before we leave." Tris said in a voice that was daring Madam Pomfrey to refuse.
"Very well, Miss Granger, what do you need to know?"
"First of all, where in Mithros name are we?"
"You're in the hospital wing, dear." Madam Pomfrey answered kindly, then added, "are you quite sure you're not lying to get out of class?"
"We were in a class?" asked Daja, "Well, that explains why we were being ordered around by that hook-nosed kaq!"
"Mr. Malfoy! Please do not insult the Potions master." warned Madam Pomfrey.
"I don't mean what room we're in, where ARE we?" asked Tris.
"Er- you're at- at Hogwarts." Said Madam Pomfrey hesitantly. "Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry."
"There's a school of witchcraft and wizardry?" asked Tris curiously.
"Yes, and by the way, I have just been informed a few minutes ago that you, Miss Granger, have slapped your potions master."
"I TOLD you!" Snapped Sandry. "I told you not to hit him!" "Okay, so who are we supposed to be?" demanded Sandry angrily, "We've figured out our names, but that doesn't tell us anything."
"Er.I think you can find most of your answers from your fellow Gryffindors. And Slytherins." She added, pointing to Daja, "I believe that it is possible that you all have simply hit your heads too hard on the dungeon floor. Once you get back to your normal schedules, you should begin to remember everything once again, however, I would like you to spend tonight in here before returning to your houses tomorrow.
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"Briar! Daja! What are you doing?"
Niko had heard some noises coming from the workroom, and had gone to investigate, only to find Briar and Daja yelling at each other at the top of their lungs.
"This is all your fault, Malfoy!" Yelled Briar.
"If you and the Weasel hadn't been so bad at potions, I would have been able to work in peace!" Daja retorted. "And mudblood Granger told me three liters!"
"Excuse me, I said three milliliters!" Snapped Tris
"Shut up, mudblood!" Yelled Daja
"Don't call her a mudblood!" Growled Briar.
"That has nothing to do with it, Potter!" Yelled Daja as Briar made a move toward her.
"No, Harry! That's not Malfoy's body!" Said Tris hurriedly. "You don't know who you're hurting!"
Harry ignored her, and reached into his robes for his wand- except he wasn't wearing robes and his wand was gone. [AN: just this sentence is in Harry's point of view, the rest of the section is in Niko's P.O.V.]
"Where's my wand?" Asked Briar angrily. Just then a vine shot out of the ground and twisted around Daja's arms and then around her waist and legs, paralyzing her body.
"Who did that?" Asked Harry, looking around the room.
"You did," said Rosethorn, "you are a plant mage, Briar."
"I did that?" Briar asked. "I didn't mean to!"
"Well, what did you expect?"
"Of course you did it, it's your magic." Said Niko. "By the way, what did she ever do to you?"
Briar smirked at Daja, before replying, "Well, she has done more cruel things then I have done to her."
"But Daja hasn't done anything to you," Niko pointed out.
"No, Daja hasn't." Said Briar, and then as if in an afterthought, "I don't even know anyone called Daja. But HE has! He has done plenty to me, Ron, and Hermione!" Pointing to Sandry and Tris in turn.
"Okay, let me get this straight," said Niko, "you four think you are other people who have been transported here magically?"
"We don't think we're those people, we really are them!" Said Tris, "I am Hermione Granger, that is Harry Potter, tha- well, that's Ron Weasley, and I guess that's Draco Malfoy."
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"RON! RON! I AM RON! RONALD WEASLEY! I don't wanna be a girl!"
"My word, you are all crazy! Daja? Are you crazy too?" Asked the red- haired woman who woke them up.
"Daja?"
Malfoy seemed to have taken on the form of a tall, sturdy black girl. He was looking around the room with the most confused expression of them all. He looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, seeing a boy and two girls he didn't recognize. Shifting over, he reached up and felt his now shoulder-length, black hair. He slowly looked down at his dark brown, callused hands, then the rest of his body, before looking once more around the room. And then-
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh"
"For pity sake, Daja! Calm down!"
"W-w-who are you?" Asked Malfoy in a voice that indicated pure terror.
"You know very well who I am, I'm Rosethorn, you know, Briar's teacher..."
"B-but who's B-Briar?" Asked Malfoy.
"He is." Said Rosethorn, pointing to Harry.
"I am not!"
"Well, what shall I call you, your highness?" mocked Rosethorn.
"Sorry, but we seem to have been transported here magically." Said Harry, just barely keeping his temper.
"Wait! No you aren't- you can't be- I don't want to be stuck here with Potter!" Said Malfoy
"And I want to be stuck here with you, Malfoy?!" Harry retorted
"Alright, keep your heads, we'll figure this out- er- eventually. In the meantime, you four have some work to do. If you really are who you say you are, you'll just be filling in for a while, but if not you are in big trouble!
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"Well," said Madam Pomfrey, suspiciously eyeing Briar, Sandry, Tris, and Daja, "there seems to be absolutely nothing wrong with you four."
"Nothing wrong! What do you mean nothing wrong!? Look at me, I'm a boy!" yelled Sandry. Briar had never felt so sorry for her.
"Of course you're a boy, Mr. Weasley." Madam Pomfrey said, looking over who she thought was Ronald Weasley.
"Excuse me, but I think we should get a few things straight before we leave." Tris said in a voice that was daring Madam Pomfrey to refuse.
"Very well, Miss Granger, what do you need to know?"
"First of all, where in Mithros name are we?"
"You're in the hospital wing, dear." Madam Pomfrey answered kindly, then added, "are you quite sure you're not lying to get out of class?"
"We were in a class?" asked Daja, "Well, that explains why we were being ordered around by that hook-nosed kaq!"
"Mr. Malfoy! Please do not insult the Potions master." warned Madam Pomfrey.
"I don't mean what room we're in, where ARE we?" asked Tris.
"Er- you're at- at Hogwarts." Said Madam Pomfrey hesitantly. "Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry."
"There's a school of witchcraft and wizardry?" asked Tris curiously.
"Yes, and by the way, I have just been informed a few minutes ago that you, Miss Granger, have slapped your potions master."
"I TOLD you!" Snapped Sandry. "I told you not to hit him!" "Okay, so who are we supposed to be?" demanded Sandry angrily, "We've figured out our names, but that doesn't tell us anything."
"Er.I think you can find most of your answers from your fellow Gryffindors. And Slytherins." She added, pointing to Daja, "I believe that it is possible that you all have simply hit your heads too hard on the dungeon floor. Once you get back to your normal schedules, you should begin to remember everything once again, however, I would like you to spend tonight in here before returning to your houses tomorrow.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Briar! Daja! What are you doing?"
Niko had heard some noises coming from the workroom, and had gone to investigate, only to find Briar and Daja yelling at each other at the top of their lungs.
"This is all your fault, Malfoy!" Yelled Briar.
"If you and the Weasel hadn't been so bad at potions, I would have been able to work in peace!" Daja retorted. "And mudblood Granger told me three liters!"
"Excuse me, I said three milliliters!" Snapped Tris
"Shut up, mudblood!" Yelled Daja
"Don't call her a mudblood!" Growled Briar.
"That has nothing to do with it, Potter!" Yelled Daja as Briar made a move toward her.
"No, Harry! That's not Malfoy's body!" Said Tris hurriedly. "You don't know who you're hurting!"
Harry ignored her, and reached into his robes for his wand- except he wasn't wearing robes and his wand was gone. [AN: just this sentence is in Harry's point of view, the rest of the section is in Niko's P.O.V.]
"Where's my wand?" Asked Briar angrily. Just then a vine shot out of the ground and twisted around Daja's arms and then around her waist and legs, paralyzing her body.
"Who did that?" Asked Harry, looking around the room.
"You did," said Rosethorn, "you are a plant mage, Briar."
"I did that?" Briar asked. "I didn't mean to!"
"Well, what did you expect?"
"Of course you did it, it's your magic." Said Niko. "By the way, what did she ever do to you?"
Briar smirked at Daja, before replying, "Well, she has done more cruel things then I have done to her."
"But Daja hasn't done anything to you," Niko pointed out.
"No, Daja hasn't." Said Briar, and then as if in an afterthought, "I don't even know anyone called Daja. But HE has! He has done plenty to me, Ron, and Hermione!" Pointing to Sandry and Tris in turn.
"Okay, let me get this straight," said Niko, "you four think you are other people who have been transported here magically?"
"We don't think we're those people, we really are them!" Said Tris, "I am Hermione Granger, that is Harry Potter, tha- well, that's Ron Weasley, and I guess that's Draco Malfoy."
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