Hey. Here's another chapter. Thank you guys so much for your reviews. If you see anything I can make better, please let me know. Also, if there's anything you'd like to see happen in the future, let me know.

Okay, this chapter is going to take place in the real world, and only a couple of hours after the lightening struck… thought I'd explain it so there's no confusion. This idea was given to me in one of the reviews. Thanks very much to who ever gave it to me.

P.S. I have no idea who sings this song, but it's on the Craft soundtrack. My best friend has it. If anyone knows who sings it, let me know.

'She's a lot like you

The dangerous type

She's a lot like you

Come on and hold me tight…'

CHAPTER FIVE

SOMETHING IS DIFFERENT WITH LIZZIE

"Hello! Lizzie!" Beverly Logan called from downstairs.

Bev was Lizzie's roommate. The two had known each other since they were in high school. Bev had shoulder length light blonde hair and green eyes. She worked nights and Lizzie always worked days, so someone would be home.

Lizzie had a day off and Bev was sure she'd be awake. She, however, didn't see anyone around. "Liz! Are you up?"

Bev began walking up the stairs to Lizzie's room. Day off or not, Lizzie was never known to sleep past seven o'clock. It was a habit. "Hey, Liz, I'm coming in."

Bev gave a warning knock on the door and entered the room. Lizzie lay sprawled out on her bed. She was white a sheet. "Get up, lazy Lizzie! What on earth happened to you?"

Bev shook Lizzie lightly, but she didn't get a response. "Come on, Liz, wake up! You're scaring me!"

Bev shook Lizzie harder, and finally, her eyes flew open. She stared at Bev for what seemed like an eternity. Then she said, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Lizzie, what the hell happened to you?"

"I am not Lizzie. Who are you, I asked, and where am I?"

"You're not Lizzie… okay, this isn't funny. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't like it. You'd better get up. Richard is coming over today. I saw him at work. You guys are supposes to go out, although I don't see you going out in your pajamas."

"I told you I am not Lizzie. Where are Draco and Zabini?"

"What? Who in the hell are…" Bev looked down and saw the sixth Harry Potter book, "Oh, okay, Lizzie. You're roll playing. I don't know if Richard is into that."

"I am not Lizzie! My name is Pansy Parkinson!"

"Lizzie, if you were going to pick a character to be, couldn't you have picked a nice one? That girl's a little brat."

"I beg your pardon! How dare you say such things about me! I'll have you know…"

"I'll have you know that this is getting old. Give me that book. No more midnight reading for you."

Bev picked up the book and turned to the page where they were getting off of the train. When she read the page, he eyes grew wide. Harry and Tonks had found Pansy, and she seemed to have suffered memory loss. 'I don't remember this being in here,' thought Bev.

She flipped through the pages and found a whole lot of other things that she didn't remember. 'The book is changing,' she thought.

Bev looked down at Lizzie, "Did you write these things in here?"

"I didn't write anything. The last thing that I remember is Draco, Zabini, and I were talking about that Slughorn and the people he'd been talking to and then… well… you don't need to know the other things we were talking about."

"You were talking about Malfoy having to do something for Voldemort."

Lizzie gasped, "How did you know! How can you say his name! Oh, poor Draco! I wonder what it is he's got to do!" then Lizzie looked horrified, "You must be one of them! You've kidnapped me! That's what this is, isn't it! You want to make sure he does what ever it is he's supposed to do!"

"Lizzie… who ever you are… follow me."

Bev took Lizzie's arm and forced her to get up. "What are you going to do to me!" Lizzie screamed.

"Look in that mirror, and tell me what you see," Bev told her.

Lizzie glanced in the mirror. Her eyes grew wide and horrified, "What is this? What magic… what have you done to me!"

"I haven't done anything to you. You're my best friend! You're Lizzie! Aren't you?"

"No. I'm Pansy Parkinson," she put her hands to her face, "This isn't me. Who is this girl and… what's happened to me!"

"I don't know," sighed Bev, "This is absolutely… impossible. This book is changing, and… this girl… your character… she's doing things my best friend would do."

"Like what?" demanded Lizzie.

"Like showing no prejudice. It's just like her to get angry when someone does. Or," Bev laughed, "or making someone use first names instead of last."

"Excuse me for interrupting your happy thoughts, but I'm not happy! I'm… someone else! I'm your friend! How did I get here!"

"I don't know. I'm still… whoa! This is unbelievable! Something like this only happens on the Twilight Zone!"

"What the bloody hell is the Twilight Zone?"

"It's a TV show."

"What the bloody hell is a TV show!"

"It's… never mind. I don't know how to explain it. Just like I don't know how to explain this. I have no idea what to do with you."

"I want to go home. Do something… a spell. Send me home! Put me back in my body!"

"I hate to tell ya this, Lizzie… uh… Pansy. Here… in this world… we can't use magic. There are witches but… not like in your world."

Lizzie stared at her wide eyed, "No magic. I'm a muggle. I'm a bloody muggle. I'm worse than a mudblood. I'm a muggle! I'm a magicless, worthless, no good muggle!"

"Hey! I resent that! I'm not worthless!" Bev scolded, "Neither is Lizzie. Although, her boyfriend is worthless. That's another story, though. Right now, let's worry about you."

"I'm a muggle," whimpered Lizzie.

"Yeah, we've already determined that. Now, we'll have to teach you to act like one."

"I don't want to learn how to act like one!"

"Okay," said Bev, with an evil smile, "Let someone see you act weird. They'll put you in a mental institution."

"What's that? A mental institution?"

"Yeah, it's where they put you, when someone thinks you're crazy."

"I'm not crazy."

"I know you aren't. No one else will, though. Or, they could just put you in jail."

"Jail?"

"Yeah, like Azkaban."

Lizzie gasped, "Oh, alright! You can teach me how to be a bloody muggle!"

"I knew you'd see it my way. I'll take care of Richard when he gets here. I think it would be safer to keep you up here until he leaves. I really can't believe this is happening."

"Do you think… I'll be stuck like this?"

"I hope not. I kind of want my best friend back."

"Yeah, well… I kind of want my own body back. This is awful! I wonder what horrible things that girl is making me do!"