Okay, okay, I am very lazy. Urgh, I can't believe I didn't update for a whole three MONTHS! (And I bet you can't believe it either…) Okay, big Thanks to The Majestic Moose and Lady Smoothie for getting me off my lazy behind. I know you've waited long enough, so I'm just gonna shut up and get on with the story.

"Well, Bobby Pendragon, it's nice to meet you," said the girl breezily, as if this sort of thing happened every day. "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."

Bobby nodded awkwardly. "Okay."

"Don't worry if Hermione scares you. She's always like that," said Ron, rolling his eyes.

"Ron!"

"Ow! What'd you go and stomp on my foot for!"

Harry snorted. "You know you deserved that Ron."

"Did not!"

"Did too!" said Hermione furiously.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Their bickering went on for another minute before Harry finally turned to Bobby and said in aggravation, "No point in trying to shut them up. They're so inept they'll just start arguing again."

"Hey!" Both Ron and Hermione stopped and glared at Harry.

"So," Bobby cut in, trying to avoid another fight, "Which one of you is the Traveler?"

All three stared at Bobby in bafflement, before Ron said slowly, "I think we all pretty much stay in one place."

"So you guys don't know what a Traveler is?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all shook their heads blankly. Bobby sighed and put his hand over his eyes. "This is great. Just perfect."

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione. "Are we not supposed to be here?"

Bobby shook his head. "Not really."

The trio exchanged glances, then Harry ventured forward. "Why not?"

"Well, nobody but the Travelers and the acolytes are even supposed to know about the flumes."

That stumped even Hermione. "Huh?"

"Never mind." Bobby glanced around. "So, are we going to just stand in here forever?"

The trio suddenly remembered why they were in the flume in the first place, and Ron nodded. "It's better than what's outside."

Bobby nodded in understanding, still taking in the room that seemed to be half classroom, half caveman's dwelling. He spotted a small pile of clothes in the corner, and breathed out a small sigh of relief. "Well, do you mind if I change out of this, at least?" he said, gesturing to the dirty white robe he was wearing.

"Into what?"

Bobby gestured to the clothes, and the trio nodded, hastily turning toward the opposite wall. Bobby walked over, and began to pull on a pair of jeans and a maroon sweater, marveling at how close the clothes were to Earthen ones.

Meanwhile, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were having a mini-conference of sorts against the far wall.

"So, should we trust him? I mean, he did just come out of a hole in the wall," said Harry, glancing at the faces of his friends. Ron shrugged.

"Well, if you ask me, he's a total crackpot."

"Ron!" Hermione warned.

"Hey, you have to admit, he's almost as bad as Luna. Talking about blooms and aco-whozits… he's crazy!"

"He's just—different, that's all," justified Hermione weakly. "We don't even know anything about him yet and"

"Hey," exclaimed Bobby, walking over in a black robe with a Hogwarts emblem on it, "what are you guys talking about?"

"You," said Harry bluntly.

Bobby sighed awkwardly. "Okay."

"We weren't trying to be rude or anything," said Hermione quickly, trying not to offend Bobby. "We just think, well, we don't really know a lot about y—"

"Hey! Why the heck are you wearing my sweater!"

Bobby blinked in confusion. "What?"

Ron glared at him. "You're wearing my sweater. Where in Merlin's name did you get a hold of my sweater!"

"Um—it was in the corner?" Bobby sadi, glancing down at his shirt to see a bright orange "R" emblazoned in the maroon wool.

Ron muttered something about "bloody travelers and their stupid blooms." Bobby glanced at the door out of the room, as if he wanted nothing more than to get away from the raging teenager whose sweater he had apparently stolen. "Uh, I'm gonna go now."

"Wait!" said Harry, blocking Bobby's path. "We want some answers as to what the heck is going on, and you're not leaving here until we get some."

Bobby sighed. "Well, I guess it's only fair you know something…"

"So you're telling us that this very bad guy name Saint Bernard—"

"Saint Dane."

"Whatever—who also happens to be a metamorphmagus—"

"A what?"

"Never mind. So anyway, his only goal is to reduce the entire planet to pure chaos, and you're the one who's gotta stop him?"

"Pretty much."

His spiel finished, Ron turned to Harry and Hermione. "Told you he was a crack head."

"Hey! I resent that!"

"Whatever."

"Hey guys, the dementors should be gone by now," said Hermione, leaning impatiently against the wall. "We're already skipping Transfiguration, and I am not going to miss today's DADA lesson. Professor Goldburg is supposed to be really cool."

Ron smirked. "That's just like you, Hermione. Always thinking about class and books…"

"Well, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I'm just saying—"

"Hey, let's get going." Harry began to pull Ron toward the door to keep him from saying anything stupid.

"Um, can you wait a minute?" asked Bobby, picking up the sword and his dirty robe. He really wanted to keep Loor's sword with him, but he was breaking the rules enough as it was just by having the sword in the flume. Bobby sighed and placed the weapon carefully in the corner, breathing a soft thanks to Loor for thinking of giving it to him. Bobby turned back to the trio. "Ok, I'm ready to go now. We'd better watch out for quigs."

"What are quigs?"

Bobby sighed. So much explaining to do. "Well, they're the guardians of the flumes. They can be anything, but you can always tell because of their eyes. They're yellow. What?"

Hermione's eyes had grown incredibly wide. "The quigs here are dementors."

"What're those?"

"Let's hope you don't have to find out."

Harry leaned his ear against the wall. "I still can't here them, but we'd better go now. They could be back any minute."

The other three nodded in agreement, and Harry slowly opened the door to the flume, leading Ron, Hermione, and Bobby into the outside world.

I'm gonna end the chapter here, but I'll update really soon. Don't worry, I actually will, because SPRING BREAK IS FINALLY HERE! Woohoo! I know this chapter was kind of slow, but I had to get them to sort of get to know each other a little without revealing their entire life story or anything, 'cuz that's just lame.

Next chapter: a run-in with dementors/quigs, a strange meeting with Luna Lovegood, Malfoy dissing Americans, the Sorting, and why the heck Bobby is wearing Ron's sweater. Questions will also arise, such as: Why is Bobby still on Earth, even though he's in a different territory? Could Luna's theories be partially true? Will Bobby ever get his homework done? Please review; suggestions, flames, and ideas of where the story should go are all welcome!

Yours truly,

The Crossover Queen (a.k.a. HeyI'mTalkingtoYou)