TITLE: Washington Meets Hogwarts
DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter people. I'm only playing in her universe for a while.
DEDICATION: To the guy known as A.T.M. You taught me how to consider my real characteristics and strengths. It probably wasn't your intention, but hey, I'm not thanking you for it. (Bastard broke my heart, if you haven't figured that out.)
A/N: I know the time period is off, but I wanted it set my way. Also, majorly A/U now that OOTP came out. Set in Harry's 5th year, if anyone's interested.
A/N 2: Okay, peeps, if any of y'all recognize more than one event that happened in life, e-mail me immediately! I'll be forced to perform a memory charm on you for knowing who I really am.
To chapter to we go!!
Be gentle!


Chapter 2:
Mercy awoke slowly, unsure of her surroundings, She questioned, looking around for her classmate.
He spotted her, What happened?
She shrugged, I don't know. Where are we? She stood up with his help, Ouch. Crap, She glanced down at her ankle which was beginning to swell, Sprained, again.
He sighed, Figures. Can you walk on it?
She shrugged again, taking a small step and wincing, Not the best idea.
Here, lean on me. Now, let's find out where we are.
For the record, I'm doing this because you're the only thing I recognize, She smirked, putting an arm around his shoulder, Um . . . Alvin?

Please tell me that that sign does not say Diagon Alley.'
He looked at the sign in question, Um . . . Sorry. Well, at least we know where we are now.
She glared at him, I didn't ask to be transferred into the Harry Potter universe with you! Heck, any one but you would have been more favorable.
Even Erin Clamp?
Well, no, She shuddered, thinking of the bitch, But, still. Why us?
Don't know. Maybe because we're always fighting.
She frowned, And the point of this would be to what? Make us be friends?
Well, we are having a civilized conversation.
So what? It doesn't mean anything.
It doesn't? He questioned, Why not?
Because I haven't forgiven you for one thing.
Oh, poop. We both know that you'll forgive me.
Mercy started to pull away to walk on her own and gasped as pain shot up through her ankle, If I didn't have a sprained ankle, I would leave you to find your own way back, She glared at him.

She ran a hand through her chin length blonde hair, Can we just not talk? I don't want a headache and talking with you always gives me one.

The two walked in silence for a few minutes before an old man stopped them, You two, come here!
The two Washingtonians looked at each other, Mercy asked hesitantly.
Yes. Come here for a moment.
The two tentatively walked to the man, What can we do for you? Mercy questioned.
Tell me, where do you come from? Are you muggles?
Alvin's eyes narrowed, What's it to you? His arm became a little tighter around her shoulders.
I'm just curious. You look misplaced.
She raised an eyebrow, We can take care of ourselves.
Yes, yes, I can see that. Even though you hate each other, though?
We don't hate each other, Alvin argued.
Are you so sure? The old man moved to push Mercy's hair back from her face.
She moved closer to Alvin, Please refrain from touching me, Her eyes studied him for a moment, If that will be all, we'll be on our way.
The two teenagers turned as one and started walking away, Didn't like him at all, Alvin muttered.
Death Eater, She murmured back, We're going to have to find protection. Truce until we get somewhere safe?
Yea. Better to work together than apart.
Exactly. Hey, isn't that the Ministry building up ahead? Maybe, with any luck, someone will be there that we can explain our situation to.
Good plan, He paused, glancing back, Crap. Mercy, that guy's following us. Can you walk on your own yet?
Let's try it and find out.
He let go of her and she stumbled slightly, wincing, I'll live.
Is running an option?
If necessary. How far?
Just until we get inside.
Arthur Weasley should be the person to find. Aren't you glad we have some of the same interests?
Never knew you read the books, too.
My cousin lent them to me. But, any ways, how much time do we have?
It doesn't look like he knows where we're going. Do you think this was planned?
I don't know. Two muggles stuck in the middle of the wizarding community? Can't be just a fluke. But, wouldn't you think someone would be here that could help us?
Are you sure that guy was a Death Eater?
I saw the mark. We could go back and ask if you really want.
No, that's okay. I trust your judgment.
Good. Now, do we have time to walk or should we chance running?
I don't want you to hurt your ankle more.
Then you should be glad that I wore tennis shoes today. I can deal with pain. And I'm sure that someone can fix it when we get to safety. Now, I'll repeat myself. Walk or run?
Walk. We're almost there. Crap. You okay? Alvin asked as someone bumped into Mercy, causing her to cringe as she stepped down rather hard on her bad ankle.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm just in a rush to get back to school, The boy apologized, steadying Mercy.
I'll live, She glanced up to meet a pair of bright green eyes, Um, Alvin?

Death Eater behind us. Twenty feet and closing.
He swore.
But, I think I have a solution to our problems.
Alvin raised an eyebrow,
She nodded, studying the boy who had frozen at the words Death Eater,' You're Harry Potter, aren't you?
The dark head nodded, Yes. You say there's a Death Eater after you?
Yea. Um, can we possibly keep moving? Alvin suggested.
Of course. Come with me, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, said.
She winced as she tried to walk, Alvin, a little help?
Are you sure it's not broken? He asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist for support.

You're hurt? Harry glanced at the blonde female.
Sprained ankle. Getting out of here is more important. Alvin and I have a system. Now, let's move.
Harry glanced at Alvin, Is she always this bossy?
He shrugged, I couldn't say. We're not the closest friends.
But you're here together?
Long story. We'll explain when we get somewhere safe, She interrupted, pulling Alvin ahead with her.
We can port key to inside Hogwarts, Harry said, We just have to get out of this crowd.
Great. Let's hurry. That guy is gaining on us, She answered
Alvin smirked, Patience is a virtue.
I'm allowed my flaws. Now can we stop with the chitchat and go?
The three teenagers walked quickly through the crowd, Harry asked when they had reached what looked to be a safe place.
Two blonde heads nodded in quick succession, As we'll ever be, Mercy grinned.
On three, touch this, He showed them a small pendant on a chain, One. Two. Three.