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A/N: Hey-o! Here it is! ::makes speech:: We would like to thank moonypadfoot, our beta, for correcting all our grammar mistakes. Thank you.

--Love Casey and Jenni

Chapter 3

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Ron Weasley as he came strolling through the doors. Harry immediately turned red, thinking about what Ron would say if he knew Harry was thinking about his sister they that he was.

"Brilliant catch mate! Say when do you think you can bust out of this place? There's an awesome party going on in the common room right now. What's up with Hermione? Have you two had a row or something?" Ron said in one breath.

Deciding he didn't need to draw anymore attention to the fact that he had no clue what was going on, Harry decided to play along. I dunno when I'll be able to get out of this place; I'll have to ask Madame Promfrey. Oh yeah, and Hermione and I broke up."

"You two what? Wow, man what happened?"

"Well I guess I decided that we were better as, you know, friends."

Ron snorted. "Fat chance. She looked pretty upset to me."

Madame Promfrey walked up beside the bed. "Here, take this, she said holding up a spoon that was filled with what looked like oil.

"Can I leave after I take it?"

"Of course not!" said Madame Promfrey looking scandalized. "You need to stay here overnight, at the very least."

"If you don't let me leave, then I won't take it." Said Harry stubbornly.

Madame Promfrey sighed. "Alright then, but you must come back here if your head starts hurting or if you feel queasy. Got it?" She glared at him.

Harry nodded and took the spoon. The medicine made a burning sensation as it went down his throat. Harry then climbed out bed and started towards the exit.

"I mean it, Potter!" Madame Promfrey called after him. "Come to me if you feel any discomfort at all!"

Harry chuckled as they walked towards Gryffindor Tower. "I've never seen anyone as protective as that woman of her patients."

"I dunno," Ron replied, "Mum sure could give her a run for her money."

Harry rolled his eyes. As they approached the common room, Harry heard very loud music. They Fat Lady who guarded Gryffindor tower was wearing earmuffs and sleeping very soundly. Harry and Ron had to yell 'Gobstones' very loudly before she woke up. She irritably let them in. The noise inside was deafening. Harry was congratulated several times. It was obvious Harry had not only won the match, but also the quidditch cup. There were several tables loaded with food. Harry only stayed at the party for a few minutes before retreating to the quiet of his dormitory.

As Harry lied on his bed, trying to sleep, he found himself trying to piece together the great puzzle that was now his life. Could he have perhaps fallen into a different dimension? Had Dumbledore made a mistake with the portkey? Was the Harry that really belonged here in the other world from where he had come? Before drifting off to sleep, Harry wondered whether Ginny had a boyfriend. In his other life, Ginny had been dating Dean, though maybe they weren't together in this life, he certainly hoped not.

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