Yay! Second chappy.

Disclaimer: (DoI have to do this every time? I'm not sure. Anyone out there know?) Nothing is mine yada yada yada and so on. On with the chappy!

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Due to the plot, that's me, everyone appeared where they should be and now everything shall happen that should.

"Grumph." I, Stacey, mumble as I get up from the red carpeted floor. Wait, red carpeted floor? What happened to the white nothing?

I prop myself up on my elbows and look around. There are compartments all around me, like on a train, and the floor is shaking, or am I moving?

Wait a second…

I see a glowering figure behind one of the compartments; there are several others inside it as well.

I suck in a deep breath and squeal unnaturally loud.

I immediately poke the others awake.

They grumble and complain, but get up due to curiosity.

"What is it? Where are we?" Maureen asks.

I can only squeal and jump up and down.

Isabel grabs my shoulders and shakes me, "Calm down! Tell us where we are."

I bite my lip and smile like a maniac, still slightly jumping.

"She looks like she had too much sugar or something." Jennifer says as she looks around.

Kathryn nods, "Don't worry, it's pretty normal."

Morgan stares up and down the hallway, "This seems very familiar…"

Jenny gets tired of just standing there and walks over to me, "Will you just tell us where we are so we can find a way to get home? To my pictures and posters? Hmm?"

I take a deep breath, and let it all out with a high pitched giggle, the deep breaths not calming me one bit.

Merry sighs and yells, "Where the bloody heck are we already!"

Isabel glomps him.

Kimmie glares.

"I believe I can answer that." Says a voice from the direction of the compartment I had looked into before.

I start a new fit of squealing.

Everyone is too busy staring at the figure that just came out of the compartment to notice.

It was….

Dumbledore.

Everyone gasped.

Merry just whispered to Isabel, "Whose the old guy?"

Resisting the violent urge to elbow him in his cute hobbit ribs, Isabel just gave him a warning glare, Dumbledore was not to be mocked.

The silence was broken by Kathryn who collapsed on the floor, she fell asleep.

Dumbledore stared at her worriedly, "Is she alright?"

Everyone dumbly nods, not really noticing what happened.

Suddenly, as if something bit me, I jump forward and ask Dumbledore (rather loudly and in a high pitched girly voice with large sparkling eyes),

"Is Draco on this train! IS HOGWARTS STARTING A NEW YEAR!"

Dumbledore eyes me as if I were insane, ha….as if, "Why would you want to know?"

My eyes sparkle even more, "Because I lo-"

Everyone is staring at me like I've grown two heads.

I clear my throat, compose myself, and begin again, "I lo…uh…loaned him something. Yes, yes I loaned him something and I want it back." I grinned at my own genius.

Everyone shared worried glances. Am I more insane than I appear? What could I have possibly loaned to Draco? How did I even meet Draco? Who was Draco? the last question belonging to Merry

"So, is he on the train?" I ask again.

Dumbledore decides that I am not insane and merely weird. He decides to answer my question, "Yes, I believe he is in the very last compartment along with Vincent and Gregory." He says as he smiles.

I positively beam like a spotlight.

"Thank you Dumbledore!" I squeal as I hug him and run/skip/bounce to the end of the train.

Dumbledore faces the others, "You may find a compartment to sit in, you might as well stay until we find out where you came from and how to get you back."

Finally seeming to regain her ability to talk, Morgan asked, "Mr. Dumbledore…..sir?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know which compartment Rup- I mean….Ron Weasley is in?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Yes, Ronald is in the next compartment over to the left."

Morgan beamed and started to giggle like a maniac.

Seeming to have had enough of giggling girls, Dumbledore returned to the teacher car.

Maureen, Kathryn, Isabel, Merry, Jenny, Bradley (who stole a lot of candy from the trolley-cart stash), Kimmie, and Jennifer all went to find a compartment.

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Draco was bored. The Malfoy mansion had been eerily quiet, his father was almost constantly at death-eater meetings and all his mother did was plan parties.

He sighed.

Ever since all of the students left on the Hogwarts express last year everything went back to normal.

Snape, somehow, turned back into a human; as did Voldemort.

Saint Potter put his puppet up.

The weasel stopped dressing like a freak, and more of a slum prude; par usual.

Mudblood stopped eating books (seemingly).

And Draco returned to his normal height and voice.

He sighed again.

Hopefully this year he would get more of the attention than the bloody Golden Trio was getting.

Like the heavens answering his prayer, the compartment door slide aside so fast that the glass broke all over Pansy (who was trying to carefully wipe the glass off her robes).

Crabbe stared.

Goyle stared.

Draco stared.

The girl panted, trying to catch her breath, all the while muttering incoherent things like, "here……the train……..red carpet……..Dumbledore………here……..the train…….llamas……. (Draco raised a sexy eyebrow at this. a/n: so I think his eyebrows are sexy, so what? GET OFF MY BACK! sulks in a corner muttering about silver bells)"

Finally catching her breath, the girl turned to Draco and could only stare, her eyes drooped and she was drooling all over the floor.

Bringing his feet up to the seat and sitting Indian style (to avoid the saliva), Draco eyed the girl distastefully. She was clearly a muggle.

Flicking the last piece of glass off, Pansy eyed her up as well. She scrunched her pudgy nose in distaste. "And what do you want?" She asked with a sneer.

But the girl did not notice she said anything. She didn't seem to even notice anyone else was in the compartment other than Draco.

Draco sneered and turned to look out the window.

Thinking that she would just go once he turned around, Draco turned from the window to find that she had not moved. She didn't even seem to blink.

He knew he was a fine specimen of wizard, but this was ridiculous.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Would you mind?"

The girl snapped out of her trance, wiped the slobber off of her chin and answered.

"Mind w-w-what?" Her eyes started to get glassy again.

Draco snapped his fingers in her face; she just stared at his beautifully manicured hand.

He brought back his hand quickly and hid it in the pocket of his robes, he sensed a potential stalker.

"Mind if you leave? Now!" He answered her question, rather forcefully.

She blinked.

"Yes."

She sat in the seat in front of him.

Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy all sent each other annoyed looks.

Goyle stood up and loomed over the girl.

"This is a Slytherin compartment, you can't be in here!"

The girl shrugged, "I don't know what house I'm in, so I'm not entitled to House rules."

Goyle blinked, and sat. Well, he tried.

Crabbe decided on a different approach.

"Hey…..w-w-what are you doing?"

Crabbe lifted the girl off the seat and flung her out the door.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

THUMP

"Ow."

The Slytherins all laughed.

Kathryn ran over to her sister, she had seen her being thrown out of the compartment.

"Ouch. You okay?"

Instead of moaning in pain, Stacey giggled. "He……he……TALKED TO ME!" She stared squealing and got up to bounce around the train.

Kathryn sighed.

She's hopeless.

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After pulling into Hogsmeade station, the train decided to go have a well deserved drink with his good friend Tommy…or was it Timmy? Anyway, after getting off the train, the nine friends climbed into the puny little boats that lead across the lake along with all of the first years.

"I'm not sure that this is real." Jennifer remarked as all of us somehow fit onto the tiny boat.

Maureen rolled her eyes, "Then what is it? A dream?" She said as she pinched Jennifer's shoulder.

"Ouch. Ok, maybe not. But this can't be real." Jennifer said as she rubbed the sore spot on her arm.

Deciding to have a word on the matter, Bradley spoke up, "Jennifer, you're being too realistic. Just go with it." She finished as she pulled some extra candies out of her pocket that she had nicked from the trolley.

"um…guys? I think Stacey left her brain on the train." Jenny remarked as she pointed to her.

They all turned to Stacey, she was staring off into the distance and her eyes were drooping.

"IT'S THE CURSE OF THE MARY-SUE!" Isabel screamed as she pointed at Stacey.

"What?" They all asked as one, except for Stacey.

"Whenever a fan is transported into another world their brain turns to cotton, hay, and dust and they become…….a Mary-sue." She answered in an ominous voice.

They all gasped.

Morgan started to wring her hands nervously, "No, it can't be!"

Isabel nodded, "That's the way it is."

Kimmie pointed to Merry and shouted, "I'M NOT BECOMING A MARY-SUE FOR YOU!"

Merry blinked in confusion.

Isabel said with finality, "I'm sorry, but it cannot be stopped."

Snapping out of her trance, and somehow knowing what Isabel just said, Stacey remarked loudly, "We have to get off! We have to go back!"

But just as she said this, Hogwarts loomed in the background.

"We're here."

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(theme song from twilight zone)

Me: oooooh! Spooky spook.

Snape: NEVER do that again.

Me: What? Spooky spook?

Snape: Avada Kadevra! (zap)

Me: AAAAAAAH! (is dieing) please...as my...(gasp cough cough)...last wish...(cough)...review...for...meeeee...(is dead)

Snape: (sighs impatiently) That's not how you are supposed to die.

Me: it's not?

Snape: No. When someone- wait. How are you alive?

Me: Well I-

Snape: Nevermind. The point is, you would have died on the spot. You would not have been able to speak.

Me: Pssh. How do you know?

Snape: GAH! Why am I talking to you?

Me: (shrugs) The next chappy will be very very long, so be ready for a good chapter!

Snape: That's what you say, but I know for a fact that it is a very stupid, and frivolous chapter.

Me: (talks to the plothole and Snape falls in) Ah, the power of being authoress.