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Raye tore after the fleeing hippogriff with Sara and Chris on her tail. Just when they caught up with Rroburt, Sara, carrying Baby Wyatt gasped.

"What is it?" Raye snapped, only inches away from the feathery neck.

"I've never seen one this close before!" Sara said, tears sparkling in sus ojos.

"Shut up, you wimp!" Raye, Chris and Sara all reached out to prevent the bucking hippogriff from taking off. Just when they touched it, Sara felt a foreign jerk behind her belly-button.

The world was whirling. Raye, Chris and Sara (still holding Baby Wyatt) stumbled to a halt, disorientated and nauseous. Upon looking about, the power of two and Piper's spawn noticed that they were in a very stony castle.

A heavy door creaked open, and a blonde-haired boy stumbled out, looking stoned.

"IT'S DRACO!" Raye shrieked, climactically running at him. As if as an after thought, she turned back to a hurt-looking Chris. "You don't mind, do you? Good." Raye ran off, jumping the high teenager immediately.

"No…I don't mind," Chris said sulkily.

"Good Lord," Sara breathed, looking around. "We're in Hogwarts!"

"Hog-a-what-a?" Chris asked, confusedly.

"We must have gotten here by—RROBURT IS A PORTKEY!" Sara jumped at the revelation, but Raye was nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry…a portkey? A WHAT?" Chris asked.

Sara yoinked a hardcover copy of book 4 out of God-knows-where and slammed it on top of his head.

"Look it up, stay with Wyatt, and DON'T BOTHER ME." Sara snapped, exploring her favorite castle.

While pondering the many aspects of the room she had just stumbled into, Sara heard brisk footsteps coming from behind her. Wheeling, she saw a rouge-headed figure moving with clipped efficiency. A shiny silver badge emblazoned with the monogram 'P' was pinned to the front of his flowing black robes.

"Why are you not wearing your robes?" the boy asked, his voice brusque and cold.

"Uh…" Sara stammered incoherently, numb at the thought of a prefect asking her a question.

"Wait a minute…" he circled her, much like a tiger might upon cornering his prey. "I don't recall seeing you before…who are you?"

"Sara, Sara McKenny," Sara said, relieved it was a question she knew the answer to.

"What house are you from?" He asked again, staring coldly into her eyes as if trying to detect any lies she might tell. Sara recognized the tactic as the way a hippogriff stares inscrutably at a potential foe, staring him down, daring him to blink. Sara kept her eyes locked with his, but her voice faltered.

"I'm from…uh…house…of…uh…" her mind shot around vaguely, searching for a word that she could use to explain her current predicament. Each excuse sounded more feeble than the one before.

"I'm waiting," he said, snapping at her impatiently.

"Uh, house…Ravenclaw." Sara said quickly, hoping the lie didn't sound too far off.

The boy raised his eyebrow. "Really? Well then Penny should know you. She's a prefect too, you know."

Sara's mind was racing. Penny. What did I read? Penelope. Penelope Clearwater! The prefect! PERCY WEASLEY!

"Percy!" Sara blurted suddenly. "You're Percy Weasley!"

"Quite." Percy said, now looking mildly bewildered. "Now I'll have to report this, you know! Students can't go wandering around without proper attire, or we'd have anarchy."

Sara was quite confused by the usage of the word "anarchy". How on earth did wearing jeans and a t-shirt cause a governmental system involving no constructed laws? She shook it off, reminding herself that she cared very little for politics.

"Uh, yes, Percy. I understand." She said, wondering desperately how she would get out of this one. Nice little trap you've orbed yourself into, Sare, she challenged morosely.

"You do?" Percy asked, surprised. "No one's ever understood a rule before!"

Sara's eyebrows flew up. Oh no! That's my mistake! I should have challenged him! Made up an excuse or something! Crap.

"What was your name again?" Percy looked downright suspicious now.

"Sara McKenny." Sara repeated, knowing that if anything else, she was at least telling the truth about this answer. Already her stomach was beginning to knot up from all of the fibs she had just been forced to conjure. Wyatt was better off with conjuring Rroburt, she thought angrily, he conjures a being from another world, and I can't even concoct a little white lie without getting an ulcer.

Before Sara could edge more and more into her dour attitude, lighter, frolicking footsteps could be heard making their steady progress down the corridor. Raye, arm in arm with Draco skipped into the chamber. Sara noticed a strange unfocused look in both of their eyes. Percy wheeled stiffly.

"Malfoy! You've been in the firewhiskey again, haven't you?" Percy asked, noting the unmistakable symptoms.

Firewhiskey! Sara looked up again, shocked. Surely Raye wouldn't…or would she? She looks pretty friendly with Malfoy.

"Raye?" Sara asked, incredulously.

"Sare! Have I told you that I think you need to get some action? Because I was just telling dear old Draco here that you do." Raye babbled, sounding much like the comatose Joey.

"Uh…I'm sorry? Next time I get a boyfriend, I'll let you know," Sara snapped, embarrassed by her nonexistent lovelife.

"Good, good. You see, Draco and myself were contemplating your love life. And I just have to ask, when was the last time that you—"

"That's ENOUGH, Raye!" Sara cut off her friend, a merciless tourniquet.

"You have no love life?" Percy asked, a smirk creeping onto his smug face.

"Shut up, prefect," Sara spat shamelessly. Under normal circumstances, Sara would have had the utmost respect for prefects, but just now she was feeling overwhelmed and angry.

Percy seemed to swell with rage. "Excuse me, Miss…did you say you were a Ravenclaw?"

Sara nodded slyly.

"One cannot expect to take that tone of voice with a prefect and expect to come away clean!" Percy snapped. "That'll be five points from Ravencl—"

Sara orbed to the other side of him. "Looking for me?"

"WITCH!" Percy pointed an accusatory finger at Sara's chest.

"Hypocrite. Let's see, Salem Witch Trials relived in a SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY? Now, now, you should know better than that." Sara spat, unabashed.

"Yeah. And you're stupid." Raye spoke lazily from within the tangle that was she and Malfoy.

"And you!" The rage of Sara McKenny once evoked was a force to be reckoned with. "What do you mean by drinking? Do you want to end up like Sam?"

"No, but can you please keep your voice down?" Raye giggled. "You see, my head hurts."

"Well you should have thought about that BEFORE you got drunk!" Sara glared down at her friend.

"Excuse me for a minute." Raye ducked around.

"Uh-oh. This is the puking stage. I suggest you all run. I've got a hippogriff to find. Does anyone want to help me?" Sara sidled out the door, around a heavily heaving Raye.

Reviews, please!

Coming in the next chapter that's about half written as of now:

-Dumbledore finds Chris

-Percy finds Sara

-Escorts are assigned

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, Raye's probably gonna end up high in a closet again. I'm not sure about that one just yet.