'In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby

I lay inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky

Fly over me…'

-Evanescence-

CHAPTER ONE

ACCIDENTALLY ABOARD THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

Lizzie's head throbbed. She opened her eyes, but everything was blurry. She couldn't make out the two people standing over her. One was a man and one was a woman… that's all she knew. "Alright, Miss Parkinson?" the woman asked.

"I don't know who Miss Parkinson is, but my head is killing me! What the hell happened to me?"

"Harry, give me your cloak," she heard the woman tell the man, and then she put the cloak over Lizzie, "Do you not know who you are?"

"I know exactly who I am. What I wanna know is who you people are, and how I got here… where's here?"

"Who are you, then?" asked the woman.

"Huh… I'm…" Lizzie's vision began to clear… she recognized the young man, "Daniel Radcliff?" she asked, "My little niece loves you."

The young man looked confused, "Harry… I'm Harry Potter."

"Yeah, I know. And you must do a really good job, because Chel loves ya. Can you guys help me out of the floor?"

They each took one of her arms and helped her stand. Her head still felt a bit woozy, but she figured she should at least try. She began to realize where she was, anyway. She was on a train. "How come I'm on a train? Are you guys taking me to the doctor… wait. I remember what happened to me. I got electrocuted…"

"Miss Parkinson, if you'll please just…" began the woman.

"Why do you keep calling me Miss Parkinson? Why is my accent not New York? Where are we going?"

"Pansy, if you'll just let Tonks get you to the…"

"Tonks?" asked Lizzie, beginning to get scared, "Why'd you call her Tonks. That's a character in that book… no! It can't be! You're Daniel Radcliff!"

"I'm Harry Potter! Don't you even remember?"

"I remember electricity… and reading a book!"

"Miss Parkinson," began the woman.

"Why do you keep calling me that!"

"Alright," said Tonks, soothingly, "I think you should come with me to the hospital wing. I've got to take Harry there anyway."

"Hospital? Yeah, okay. I'll go to the hospital and I'll fall asleep… when I wake up, this whole thing will be a crazy dream. I'll be lying in my own bed, and…"

"Alright, Pansy," said Tonks, "Just follow me."

2

While Lizzie lay in the hospital bed, Harry kept glancing over at her. "What?" she asked.

"You really don't remember who you are?"

"I know who I am. No one else seems to. I'm definitely not in New York anymore."

"Here," Harry extended his hand.

"Why?"

"Just come with me."

Reluctantly, she took his hand. He led her over to a sink, and a mirror. "Why did you…"

"Just look in the mirror."

She did what he said. When she saw her reflection, she screamed, "Whoa!"

She fell back onto the hard floor. "Pansy, are you alright?"

"That is not me! That's someone else! It's not me! This isn't happening to me!"

"It is you, Pansy," Harry told her.

She looked up at him, helplessly. He obviously wasn't going to believe she was anyone else. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. People always told her she looked like a sixteen, or seventeen year old, but she never thought she'd ever be one again.

She put her hands over her face, 'This can't be real!' she thought, 'It's a dream! It's got to be a dream!'

"Pansy? You're Pansy Parkinson. You've been going to this school as long as I have. This is Hogwarts. It's the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. You're a Slytherine… that's your house, and… Pansy, can you remember anything? Are you alright?"

She looked up at him. She gave him her best fake smile, "I'm okay."

"You know who you are now?"

"Sort of, I guess," she said, "Thanks, Harry. I mean… I may not remember everything right away, but… thanks."

Lizzie took a deep breath. She let Harry help her up off of the floor, and then went back to her bed. She decided she'd have to play this whole thing out until she figured out how to get out of it. The only problem was, she had no idea how to be this girl. She'd never read a single book.

3

The next thing Lizzie… uh… Pansy knew, she was being shaken awake by someone. She turned over on her side to see a young man, with a pale complexion, grey/blue eyes, light blonde hair, and a bored expression on his face. This expression was mixed with some worry. "What did you do to yourself, Pansy?"

She gave him an aggravated look, "I didn't do anything to myself. I got… knocked out."

"I heard Potter and that Tonks woman brought you here. Did Potter do something to you? If he did, I'll get that mudblood friend of his…"

She smiled, "Harry? He didn't do anything to me. What… what do you mean by mudblood? He's got a friend with mud in their blood?"

Draco Malfoy looked confused, "Pansy… are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm just a little out of it. Madam… oh, what was her name… Popery? Anyways, she said that I'd be fine. She said she couldn't find any damage, or anything, but… it would take some time until I got back to my normal self."

Of course that was a flat out lie. Madam Pomfery had only said that she didn't see anything physically wrong with Pansy, that the blow to her head… she'd told the school nurse that she had suffered from a blow to the head… had done nothing more than improve her attitude. She'd told Lizzie… uh… Pansy… that she could rest in the Hospital Wing for the night. She just told this Malfoy guy the stuff about her 'normal self' so he wouldn't get suspicious when she wasn't acting like this girl. "So, you're alright?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. I just won't be my normal self for a couple of days… that's what she said. And I might not remember a few things."

"So, you have amnesia?"

"Yeah! That's what I have!"

"I can help you. I know everything there is to know about you."

"You do? Really? Cool. I guess I'm hanging out with you. Hey, is Harry alright? I didn't get to see him leave. I fell right to sleep, and… wait…"

She gave Draco a curious look, and he gave her a confused one right back, "What?" he asked.

"It was you," she scolded, "You were the one who hurt him! I do remember that! You stepped on his face!"

"How can you possibly remember that? You weren't there."

"I, uh… he told me," she glared, "Yeah, he told me, and… shame on you!"

"Oh, boy. I'm going to have to get used to this… this isn't you. Usually, you'd laugh at anything I do to Potter, Weasley, or the mudblood Granger."

"Why would I laugh at you hurting someone? It's not funny… you aren't funny when you hurt people, blondie! It's…"

He put his hand through his hair, aggravated. She looked apologetically at him, "Sorry, I told you it may take some time before I'm really me."

"Yeah, well… you're one of my best friends, and… for six years, you've kind of been… my girlfriend, and…"

"I'm your girlfriend? How cute."

He gave her an amused smile, "Cute?"

"I don't use the word cute?"

"I've just not heard it used like that."

She smiled, "Hey, can I get out of here, or do I have to stay?"

"You'd better stay tonight. I had to sneak in here to see you. I'd better go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay… hey!"

"Yeah?"

"Try to be nicer."

"Nicer?"

"To some of the people you mentioned… be nicer. And tomorrow, explain what a mudblood is to me."

He laughed, "The mudblood thing I can do. Being nicer… Pansy, it may be too

late for that."

With that, he left, leaving Lizzie… uh… Pansy a bit confused and worried.

A/N: Ah, I know! It sucks. I couldn't get half of anything really explained and she seems to just except who she's become a lot quicker than I'd hoped to write. If I had tried to fit it all in, it would have been a whole book instead of a chapter. The prologue and the first chapter… I didn't expect to be that good anyway. I hope it gets better as it goes. Anyway, let me know what you think. As I've said, you really won't hurt my feelings. And… doing the Lizzie… uh… Pansy thing is getting on my nerves, so for chapters to come, she's just going to go by Pansy. For a while, she's gonna have to anyway. As for Draco Malfoy being nice, I always assumed he was nicer to her than anyone else. Anyways, thanks.