Once again… I own no one (but Brooke) nor know anyone. Wish I did though.

Ok, so I know nothing about titles. I know that this one's taken; I'm just borrowing it. I do not know the person who currently holds it. No infringement intended. Only purpose is for fanfiction. No profits made whatsoever.

Many thanks to my reviewers…please keep them coming.

Chapter 3: Hi, my name is…

'Oh, my god! They're here! They're early! God, what do I do? Crap. Brooke's going to make a scene,' thought Hermione frantically.

Hermione looked back and forth between Professor Dumbledore, Harry, and what appeared to her to be the Dursleys, Harry's relatives.

'Wait! What on Earth are the Dursleys doing here!' she thought, and on cue, Brooke started off.

"Who the heck are you guys and how on Earth did you get in here?" exclaimed Brooke. Suddenly there was a loud "thump" and everyone turned around to see none other than the Weasleys appear along with, to her surprise, Professor McGonagall.

'Oh, no' thought Hermione as she watched as Brooke's eyes widened at the sight of the new arrivals. 'Here we go,' thought Hermione.

"GUARDS!" bellowed Brooke. In an instant, about seven people burst into the room with guns drawn and aimed at the ready.

"Milady?" one of the guards asked.

"Intruders," replied Brooke.

"Wait," said Hermione

"Intruders!" exclaimed Fred Weasley, 'or was it George?' thought Hermione, 'so not the point right now!', 'huh, oh right!'

Hermione was at a lost as the Weasleys,
Dursleys, Professor Dumbledore, Harry, the guards, and of course, Brooke all broke out, speaking at once. The guards were speaking into their earpieces, requesting back up. Hermione took a deep breath and shouted, "WAIT! GUARDS, STAND DOWN! EVERYONE STOP!" Silence reigned and everyone turned to look at the steaming Hermione.

"Guards, stand down now. Put your weapons away. I know them. Leave us and not a word of this incident to anyone, understand? That's an order," Hermione repeated. Brooke only gaped at her in confusion. Ron was the one who spoke next as the guards were exiting the room, "Hermione? What the heck is going on?" Hermione sighed and rubbed her temples; she could feel a migraine coming on. She looked at Professor Dumbledore and said to him, "Professor, you're early. You guys were suppose to arrive during nighttime.

"My apologies, Miss Granger, I'm afraid there were circumstances beyond my control," replied the headmaster.

"Albus, what's going on?" asked McGonagall.

"Yeah, that's what I'd like to know," interjected Brooke.

"Brooke, these are…my friends," hinted Hermione.

"You mean..." Brooke trailed off.

"Yeah," replied Hermione.

"Huh, right, funky hats. Should have been the first clue."

"Brooke."

"Right. Ok, well, they're going to have to stay in here. They cannot be seen. I'm going to have to go make sure that this wasn't reported. Wow, 20 minutes into the day and it's already shot to Hell," mused Brooke.

"Go figure," replied Hermione.

"Ok, is anyone else as lost as I am?" said Ron.

"Crap!" exclaimed Brooke.

"What?" said Hermione as she and
Brooke continued their conversation, ignoring Ron and the others for the moment.

"I found my copy of the schedule. Well, you're already late," answered Brooke.

"What!" exclaimed Hermione.

"You're not dressed. Why are you not dressed? I woke you up half an hour ago! RAWR! Why do you insist on making my job harder? I swear, it's your mission in life to make mine Hell," she ranted.

"Yes Brooke, it's kismet that you're insane," replied Hermione dryly.

"GET IN THE SHOWER!" came the response as Brooke pushed Hermione towards her bathroom.

"Ow, watch the hands!"

"Shut up and go!"

As Hermione stalked to the bathroom, Brooke turned to the others.

"Ok, well, there's an explanation in here somewhere, but it's going to have to wait. For now, all of you, and I do mean ALL of you, have to stay in this room. You cannot wander. So make yourselves comfortable, because she and I are going to be gone for about two hours. Hopefully, by then, the boss-looking man can pull you all up to speed," explained Brooke.

"Did anyone get that?" Ron whispered loudly.

"Again," went on Brooke, "STAY HERE."

"Brooke!" shouted Hermione.

"What?"

"What am I wearing today?"

The others stared at each other, wondering, 'what the heck?'

"You're wearing Valentino today," came the response.

Again, they wondered, 'what the heck is Valentino!' They watched as Hermione came out in a silk bathrobe and
Brooke went to style her hair.

"Ok, we're so late!" said Hermione.

"Bella, chill. It's your meeting. They can't exactly start without you," replied Brooke.

"Eh, true," said Hermione.

"Ok, down's fine today. Let's get going," said Hermione as she went into her massive walk-in closet and came out minutes later in an ivory colored power suit with a deep satin blue blouse. Walking over towards Ron and the others, she opened a door to reveal another closet full of shoes. After a few moments she said, "Brooke, where are my heels?"

"I don't know," came an innocent sounding response. Hermione turned and stared suspiciously at her friend.

"Those are mine!" she said.

"Huh, yeah, they are. Thanks for letting me borrow them," grinned Brooke.

"Welcome," Hermione said dryly, "Fine," she huffed. She turned towards her closet again and picked out another pair.

"Those are very nice," added Brooke.

"Shut up," said Hermione. Brooke only smirked.

"Let's go," said Hermione. She turned to her guests and said, "Guys, you HAVE to stay in here. I'll explain everything when I get back ok? Mr. Weasley, the remotes to everything are on my nightstand. Help yourself. I'll be back soon," said Hermione and she and Brooke left the room.

"What the heck is going on?" exclaimed Ron.

"Why did that girl call her Bella?" said Ginny.

"Albus, what is going on?" said McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley looked on.

"When can we leave!" exploded Mr. Dursley.

"What are 'remotes'?" asked Mr. Weasley.

Questions flew, as everyone was confused. Harry stared intently at the wall behind the desk, looking confused. 'Why does that coat- of- arms look so familiar?' He walked slowly towards the desk and what he found took his breath away. Sheets of stationary sat on top, reading, "From the desk of Her Royal Highness, Annabelle, The Princess Royale.