AN- there is a lot of yelling and screaming in this story, isn't there?
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Apparently, Malfoy had had a bad night. He was sitting at the table with a glum look on his face. His hair was extremely tangled and all over his face. He was even too grumpy to yell at Harry and Hermione (Ron was still in his room).
Lark came in to the kitchen, carrying a spindle. She paused for a moment, looking at Malfoy.
"Aren't you going to comb your hair, Daja- I mean Draco?" Asked Lark.
"No." said Malfoy through gritted teeth, "I already tried. It didn't work. I've never been a girl before."
"Well," said Hermione slowly, "I am doing fine. This hair is so easy to work with- compared to-"
Malfoy looked so evilly at Tris' body at this point, that Hermione stopped talking mid-sentence. Then getting over her silence, she said "Well, Malfoy, I could help you if you asked for it- I AM an expert on the matter."
Growling, Malfoy stormed back up to his room to try again. All the way thinking, 'Stupid girls always think they know everything there is to know. I'll bet this is ten times worse than anything SHE has had to deal with before!'
Shaking her head, Hermione turned back to Harry and shrugged.
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It looked as though Ron was having trouble with his hair as well. He had stayed in his room for half an hour trying to figure it out. He had at least managed to brush it fairly well, but they kept hearing shouts of pain as Ron pulled through the snarls, and he had no idea what to do with the hair next.
When at last he came down into the kitchen, Harry burst out laughing and Hermione walked concernedly over and kindly helped Ron tie the hair back.
'The things these boys managed to do with their- well, I wouldn't really call it 'their' hair.' She thought, 'I am glad I had so much practice with my own hair.'
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"Aargh," Tris came running down the stairway leading to the girls' dormitory with a hairbrush tangled in her bushy, very messy, brown hair. She yanked at it repeatedly, but it would not come loose.
"Lemme try it, Tris," said Briar. He walked up to her, and wiggled the brush. It stayed firmly in place. He pulled harder. Nothing. Finally he gave an almighty pull. All he accomplished was Tris' wails to increase.
"S-Sandry!" yelled Tris, her eyes watering, "It won't come out!"
"Um," said Sandry, "I'll try to get it out, hold still."
Tris sat in the chair next to Sandry, who examined the tangle. It would take hair-by-hair untangling to get this brush out. She carefully began to work the brush free.
"T-this is even worse than MY hair! This is awful!" Wailed Tris.
'That's saying something,' thought Briar, and then he sniggered. At least he didn't have to worry about that.
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After Briar, Tris, and Sandry were finished getting ready Sunday morning, they went down to breakfast (as usual, among plenty of unwelcome stares) and met Daja. When they were finished eating, they left for the library (which Neville had showed them the day before) to read up on the world they were in, for it was plain to them they had gone to a different time in history, even if it WAS the same world.
"Wow," said Sandry, Showing Daja a page in a book, "can you believe that that wizard was so evil? He killed hundreds of people."
"What was his name?" Asked Daja, leaning over to get a better look.
"Funny, it doesn't say his name. It just says He-who-must-not-be-named. Maybe it says his name in here somewhere." Sandry replied.
After a few minutes of searching through the book, they finally found the dark wizard's name, along with some other information.
"So, Harry Potter defeated Voldemort when he was one year old?" Asked Tris skeptically.
"That's what it says in the book." Answered Sandry, scratching her head.
"That's what everyone calls me," said Briar, looking up from his book on magical plants, "Harry Potter."
"Well, if you're in Harry Potter's body, then where is Harry Potter and what happened to your body?" Wondered Daja aloud.
"Um- good question."
"What if Harry Potter has your body," said Sandry, "and what if our bodies are taken over by these people?" She pointed to Daja, Tris, and herself.
"I just hope they don't do anything stupid with us."
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"This is stupid!" Screamed Hermione. "We've been at this for hours and you three," she glared at Harry, Ron, and Malfoy with an equally menacing look, "can't even do this easy task!"
"The only person who would call this easy is you!" Growled Malfoy.
"Why don't we ask those adults? They seem nice enough." Said Harry
"We can't ask those adults, they don't know what we need, they don't know what we did wrong, and they don't know where to find the right ingredients." Answered Hermione.
"None of THESE ingredients are the ones we need to make another sleeping potion," said a very frustrated Ron, "and we don't even know everything that Malfoy did to mess it up!"
'For the millionth time, it wasn't my fault!' Thought Malfoy angrily.
'Then what, may I ask, went wrong?' Ron thought back.
'How am I supposed to know, Weasly? I DIDN'T DO IT!'
'SHUT UP!' thought Hermione, 'we aren't accomplishing anything by thinking rudely to each other.'
"We aren't accomplishing anything anyway!" Harry said aloud.
"Well, maybe we should reconsider. We might do something that could mess up these people's bodies," said Hermione, "and speaking of that, I will bet almost anything that those people have our bodies."
"You mean to tell me that a GIRL has my body?" Malfoy asked irritably.
"Well, yes."
"Oh no!" Ron said miserably, "A girl has my body too?"
"Well, maybe you're better off to have a girl in your body." Said Hermione with a half glance at Ron.
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"Who did you say the headmaster was?" Asked Sandry reasonably.
"Er-Professor Dumbledore." Replied Ginny.
"And how often would we get to talk to him?" Asked Sandry.
"Er- not very often, Ron." Said Ginny.
"Well, then, how do I." Sandry paused, "Ginny, I really need to talk to him! This really smart head person (Bumble door did you say?) he may be the only person who can help us."
"Ron, I think Madam Pomfrey can help you more than Dumbledore, at this point," said Ginny.
"There is NOTHING wrong with me!" Yelled Sandry, "We just need to talk to him."
Briar nodded in agreement, "It would be really helpful for you to just tell us where to find him." Ginny blushed slightly. "If you don't help us, Ginny, we'll have to go ask a teacher."
But at that moment, Briar looked up to see Tris bursting through the portrait hole. "Th-th-the- l-library!" She panted, "S-some-one wants t- to talk t-to you, B-Briar! He has a r-really long beard, and only half- glasses! He said something about that scary wizard Vodleymort we read about in the library."
Stunned Briar stood up, Ginny and Sandry right behind him. "That's Professor Dumbledore!" Exclaimed Ginny, "There must be something really, really wrong!"
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Thax 4 the reviewz! Sorry it took so long to put this up, but I stuck to my word! Okay, The next chapter will be up within two weeks (hopefully sooner) I've got a great plan 4 what will happen next. REVIEWZ ROCK! (lol)
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Apparently, Malfoy had had a bad night. He was sitting at the table with a glum look on his face. His hair was extremely tangled and all over his face. He was even too grumpy to yell at Harry and Hermione (Ron was still in his room).
Lark came in to the kitchen, carrying a spindle. She paused for a moment, looking at Malfoy.
"Aren't you going to comb your hair, Daja- I mean Draco?" Asked Lark.
"No." said Malfoy through gritted teeth, "I already tried. It didn't work. I've never been a girl before."
"Well," said Hermione slowly, "I am doing fine. This hair is so easy to work with- compared to-"
Malfoy looked so evilly at Tris' body at this point, that Hermione stopped talking mid-sentence. Then getting over her silence, she said "Well, Malfoy, I could help you if you asked for it- I AM an expert on the matter."
Growling, Malfoy stormed back up to his room to try again. All the way thinking, 'Stupid girls always think they know everything there is to know. I'll bet this is ten times worse than anything SHE has had to deal with before!'
Shaking her head, Hermione turned back to Harry and shrugged.
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It looked as though Ron was having trouble with his hair as well. He had stayed in his room for half an hour trying to figure it out. He had at least managed to brush it fairly well, but they kept hearing shouts of pain as Ron pulled through the snarls, and he had no idea what to do with the hair next.
When at last he came down into the kitchen, Harry burst out laughing and Hermione walked concernedly over and kindly helped Ron tie the hair back.
'The things these boys managed to do with their- well, I wouldn't really call it 'their' hair.' She thought, 'I am glad I had so much practice with my own hair.'
~*~*~*~*~*^_^ (AN- Frodo was here) ^_^*~*~*~*~*
"Aargh," Tris came running down the stairway leading to the girls' dormitory with a hairbrush tangled in her bushy, very messy, brown hair. She yanked at it repeatedly, but it would not come loose.
"Lemme try it, Tris," said Briar. He walked up to her, and wiggled the brush. It stayed firmly in place. He pulled harder. Nothing. Finally he gave an almighty pull. All he accomplished was Tris' wails to increase.
"S-Sandry!" yelled Tris, her eyes watering, "It won't come out!"
"Um," said Sandry, "I'll try to get it out, hold still."
Tris sat in the chair next to Sandry, who examined the tangle. It would take hair-by-hair untangling to get this brush out. She carefully began to work the brush free.
"T-this is even worse than MY hair! This is awful!" Wailed Tris.
'That's saying something,' thought Briar, and then he sniggered. At least he didn't have to worry about that.
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After Briar, Tris, and Sandry were finished getting ready Sunday morning, they went down to breakfast (as usual, among plenty of unwelcome stares) and met Daja. When they were finished eating, they left for the library (which Neville had showed them the day before) to read up on the world they were in, for it was plain to them they had gone to a different time in history, even if it WAS the same world.
"Wow," said Sandry, Showing Daja a page in a book, "can you believe that that wizard was so evil? He killed hundreds of people."
"What was his name?" Asked Daja, leaning over to get a better look.
"Funny, it doesn't say his name. It just says He-who-must-not-be-named. Maybe it says his name in here somewhere." Sandry replied.
After a few minutes of searching through the book, they finally found the dark wizard's name, along with some other information.
"So, Harry Potter defeated Voldemort when he was one year old?" Asked Tris skeptically.
"That's what it says in the book." Answered Sandry, scratching her head.
"That's what everyone calls me," said Briar, looking up from his book on magical plants, "Harry Potter."
"Well, if you're in Harry Potter's body, then where is Harry Potter and what happened to your body?" Wondered Daja aloud.
"Um- good question."
"What if Harry Potter has your body," said Sandry, "and what if our bodies are taken over by these people?" She pointed to Daja, Tris, and herself.
"I just hope they don't do anything stupid with us."
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"This is stupid!" Screamed Hermione. "We've been at this for hours and you three," she glared at Harry, Ron, and Malfoy with an equally menacing look, "can't even do this easy task!"
"The only person who would call this easy is you!" Growled Malfoy.
"Why don't we ask those adults? They seem nice enough." Said Harry
"We can't ask those adults, they don't know what we need, they don't know what we did wrong, and they don't know where to find the right ingredients." Answered Hermione.
"None of THESE ingredients are the ones we need to make another sleeping potion," said a very frustrated Ron, "and we don't even know everything that Malfoy did to mess it up!"
'For the millionth time, it wasn't my fault!' Thought Malfoy angrily.
'Then what, may I ask, went wrong?' Ron thought back.
'How am I supposed to know, Weasly? I DIDN'T DO IT!'
'SHUT UP!' thought Hermione, 'we aren't accomplishing anything by thinking rudely to each other.'
"We aren't accomplishing anything anyway!" Harry said aloud.
"Well, maybe we should reconsider. We might do something that could mess up these people's bodies," said Hermione, "and speaking of that, I will bet almost anything that those people have our bodies."
"You mean to tell me that a GIRL has my body?" Malfoy asked irritably.
"Well, yes."
"Oh no!" Ron said miserably, "A girl has my body too?"
"Well, maybe you're better off to have a girl in your body." Said Hermione with a half glance at Ron.
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"Who did you say the headmaster was?" Asked Sandry reasonably.
"Er-Professor Dumbledore." Replied Ginny.
"And how often would we get to talk to him?" Asked Sandry.
"Er- not very often, Ron." Said Ginny.
"Well, then, how do I." Sandry paused, "Ginny, I really need to talk to him! This really smart head person (Bumble door did you say?) he may be the only person who can help us."
"Ron, I think Madam Pomfrey can help you more than Dumbledore, at this point," said Ginny.
"There is NOTHING wrong with me!" Yelled Sandry, "We just need to talk to him."
Briar nodded in agreement, "It would be really helpful for you to just tell us where to find him." Ginny blushed slightly. "If you don't help us, Ginny, we'll have to go ask a teacher."
But at that moment, Briar looked up to see Tris bursting through the portrait hole. "Th-th-the- l-library!" She panted, "S-some-one wants t- to talk t-to you, B-Briar! He has a r-really long beard, and only half- glasses! He said something about that scary wizard Vodleymort we read about in the library."
Stunned Briar stood up, Ginny and Sandry right behind him. "That's Professor Dumbledore!" Exclaimed Ginny, "There must be something really, really wrong!"
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Thax 4 the reviewz! Sorry it took so long to put this up, but I stuck to my word! Okay, The next chapter will be up within two weeks (hopefully sooner) I've got a great plan 4 what will happen next. REVIEWZ ROCK! (lol)