Okay, okay, I STINK at updating. I know that. I'm really sorry. I started this chapter like, three months ago, but then I didn't finish it until now. Oops.

But I noticed something. My page breaks aren't showing up on the Internet. Does that make it hard to read? Oh well, I'll just have to make different ones now. And on to the show!

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Harry glanced right and left, and, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he gestured to the others, who wandered out warily, Ron and Hermione with wands drawn and at the ready.
Bobby closed the door carefully behind him, silently noting the star engraved in the wood.

"Well," said Ron, sounding extremely relieved, "looks like the dementors left for a coffee break or something." Harry and Bobby chuckled quietly despite themselves, but Hermione quickly shushed all of them.

"If you boys don't shut up, the dementors are going to find us before we even get five fee—" Suddenly, she froze as five dementors floated around the corner.

"Ah man, Hermione, why'd you have to go and say that?" said Ron under his breath.

"Those are dementors?" said Bobby incredulously to Harry. They were certainly creepier than any other quigs he'd ever seen, and they gave Bobby a weird foreboding sensation, like he'd never be happy again.

Harry didn't answer. "RUN!" he yelled, and all four turned tail and dashed around down the hall as fast as they could.

But it wasn't fast enough.

The quig-dementors caught up with them within ten seconds, and began swooping down on the teens.

Bobby's eyes went wide as the sound of machine gun fire echoed through the hallway. He looked around wildly. Surely the dementors couldn't have guns? But that wasn't it, because the next second, an image of his Uncle Press flickered across his vision. He was clad in a wetsuit from Cloral, facing a flume. Suddenly, about twenty bullets came streaming out of the flume and embedded themselves in Uncle Press's chest.

Bobby tripped, and to the other three teens, seemed to fall into some sort of trance, lying sprawled on the floor, his eyes staring unseeingly ahead as the dementors circled around him.

The sight of Uncle Press's body soon faded into that of another one: Kasha. Her feline body lay sprawled in his arms as the screeching flume collapsed behind them, and a stream of blood trickled down from behind one of her ears. Behind him, the shouts of Gunny and Spader kept telling him to run; the last time Bobby ever heard their voices.

Suddenly, everything went black, and then Bobby found himself lying on the hard ground just outside a large painting of a very fat, very displeased woman. Clustered around him were the faces of Ron, Harry and Hermione.

Bobby sat up, holding his head. "Ugh, what happened?"

"You passed out," Hermione said, then pulled something out on her bag. "Here, eat this."

Bobby eyed it suspiciously for a second, and then popped it into his mouth. His eyes widened in recognition. "This is chocolate!" he said, swallowing the sweet candy. Slowly, warmth spread through his body, dripping down from his head and reaching all the way to his toes. Bobby smiled. "Thanks. I feel a lot better now."

Bobby glanced around worriedly, remembering what had attacked them just a few minutes ago. "What happened to the dementors?"

Harry shrugged. "We shot a couple Patronuses at them and ran away. We lost them after a few hallways."

Ron smirked. "Good thing, too. You were getting kind of heavy."

"What do those things do to me?" asked Bobby, remembering the awful memories that had surfaced so suddenly.

"Dementors are dark creatures," said Hermione, shivering involuntarily. "They feed off your happiness, leaving nothing but your worst experiences to haunt you. They pretty much drive you mad, if you're around them long enough."

"And once you're incapacitated, they give you the Kiss," said Ron in a low voice.

Bobby snorted. "They kiss you! Oh geez, now I'm scared."

"You should be," said Harry solemnly. "When a dementor gives someone the Dementor's Kiss, they suck out their soul."

Bobby's eyes widened. "Whoa."

Harry leaned forward. "What did you see? You went into some sort of trance or something."

Bobby frowned. "Nothing. I…didn't see anything."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't look very convinced, but left the subject alone. "Well, I guess we'd better get to Dumbledore's office. He should definitely know about this," said Harry, standing up and brushing his pants off.

"Who's Dumbledore?"

"The headmaster," replied Hermione.

Uh oh. Sounded like the big boss. "The headmaster of what?" asked Bobby slowly, almost afraid to find out the answer.

Ron gave him an odd sideways glance. "Of Hogwarts, of course."

Bobby froze in his tracks. "You're taking me to the boss of the entire planet!"

Hermione squinted at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Harry smiled nervously. "He's the headmaster of our school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Ron stared at him suspiciously. "Where did you say you were from?"

"I didn't," said Bobby, "but I'm from Second Earth."

There was a moment of silence, and then Hermione said, "There are two Earths?"

Bobby shook his head. "No, there are three, but—hey, how do you know about Earth!"

Ron shot Hermione a glance that clearly read, "Told you he was a crackpot." Then he turned to Bobby and said slowly, as if talking to a two-year-old, "We live here."

(I considered ending the chapter here, but I have to include everything I promised I would.)

Bobby's eyes widened. "You can't live there, I live there! And I know this isn't First or Third Earth…"

Harry took a nervous step back. "Right. You keep thinking that, but we still have to take you to Dumbledore."

Bobby nodded, still lost in thought over this new predicament.

Harry led the others to a strange statue of a frowning gargoyle. Harry stepped forward. "Canary Creams," he said clearly to the stone monster. It leapt aside, revealing a circular staircase rotating slowly upward.

They quickly climbed to the top of the staircase. Harry pushed the door to Dumbledore's office open, and they all walked in.

Bobby looked around in slight amazement. It looked like some sort of medieval laboratory. Gold scales swayed softly, and bronze instruments whirred. A strange opaque ball in the back was emitting small puffs of smoke that were forming into shapes, like snakes, trees, and something that looked vaguely like a unicorn. Bobby was so entranced by the rest of the office that he didn't notice the large, golden-feathered bird until it landed on his head.

"Ahh!" Bobby yelled, and swiped at the thing on his head. It took off in a flurry of feathers, and landed on a perch, looking at Bobby very reproachfully. Bobby flushed in embarrassment, and the trio cracked up.

"Please excuse Fawkes. He seems to like you." A very old man with a very long, white beard walked into the room. "I'm Professor Dumbledore. And you are?"

"Bobby. Bobby Pendragon," said Bobby. "Nice to meet you."

"Ah." The spark in Dumbledore's eye grew slightly brighter. "The new—transfer student, right? Tell me, how is Headmaster Nooser these days?"

"Uh, I guess he's…okay…"

"Do you have your books, or do you need to pick them up at Diagon Alley? We could have someone escort you if you need it."

"Um, actually I need to te—" Bobby stopped himself. If this man wanted to pretend he was an exchange student or something, he would just have to play along. "Actually, I do need new books the ones here are different than the ones in the US."

"Very well, I'll have these three escort you tomorrow (thank goodness it's Friday!). I've already received your O.W.L. scores, so your schedule will be available shortly after you are sorted tonight."

Bobby tried to digest all the new words he was hearing, and reminded himself to ask Harry, Ron, and Hermione about them later. "Okay," he said gamely.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Hermione, "since Bobby's not going to tell you, someone has to; Bobby's a Traveler, and he came out of this gigantic tunnel to nowhere in a classroom on the seventh floor, which could be a bit of a huge security risk."

Dumbledore folded his fingers on his desk. "They know you're a Traveler?"

"You know I'm a Traveler!"

"Of course."

"But—how?"

"I myself am a former acolyte. I taught your uncle for a little while, back when I was still a Transfiguration teacher. Quite a bright boy."

Bobby sat back in his chair. "Okay, stop. Let me get this straight—you were an acolyte, and you taught Uncle Press, and you didn't tell me any of this earlier. Is there anything else you're not saying?"

Dumbledore only smiled. "You will stay in the Gryffindor common room until dinner, at which time you'll be Sorted into your house." He turned to the trio. "And as for you three, I'm sure Professors Snape and McGonagall will understand that you had to make our new student feel comfortable. If you show Mister Pendragon to your common room quickly, I'm sure you can make it to Defense Against the Dark Arts on time."

"Will do, Professor," said Ron. The four teens stood up and made their way to the door. As they walked out the door, Dumbledore called, "Oh, and Mister Pendragon, I'm sorry to hear about your Uncle."

Bobby nodded solemnly and shut the door behind him.

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"Hey, Bobby, it's time for dinner!"

Bobby looked from the copy of Qudditch Through the Ages that Harry had lent him to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry leaning over him. He stood up and handed the book back to Harry. "Finally. I'm starved!"

Ron grinned. "You'll love it. There's so much food you could just—"

"Drool all over, like you?" asked Hermione with a small smirk on her face.

"I do not drool! So, anyway—oh, hi, Ginny."

Ginny stopped by the group, studying Bobby. "Who are you?"

Ron groaned. "Really tactful, Ginny. ("Like you know anything about tact, Ron," muttered Ginny.) Bobby, this is Ginny, my sister. Ginny, this is Bobby Pendragon. He's new."

Ginny nodded casually, but Bobby noticed hr eyes grow a few sizes. "I, uh, gotta go. Dinner and all. Bye!" With that, Ginny rushed out of the portrait hole.

Ron frowned. "What's her problem?"

Harry shrugged. "Who knows? Let's go down to dinner. Bobby should be there early, because he's getting Sorted tonight."

"Oh, I really hope you're in Gryffindor," said Hermione as the walked out of the portrait hole. You really seem like a Gryffindor type, and besides, you already know us."

The whole way down to the Great Hall, Bobby queried the Trio about the different Houses. He soon concluded that he definitely wanted to be in Gryffindor, despite the fact that the three Gryffindor's descriptions of the Houses were extremely biased. The walk was short, and soon Bobby found himself outside a gigantic set of doors that had to lead into the Great Hall. Just as Harry was about to open the doors, however, a voice rang out across the room.

"Well, Look if it isn't the Mudblood, the Weasel, and the Pothead." Draco Malfoy said as he strode across the stone hall.

"Excuse me?" Bobby said.

Malfoy turned to him, utter contempt in his eyes. "And who are you?" He asked, even though it was totally obvious he didn't care. Bobby wouldn't admit it, but he was getting a little freaked out by the whole "allergic to the sun" pasty white skin tone.

"My name's Bobby Pendragon, vampire boy."

Malfoy frowned. "They've added another freak to their ranks—an American." The two thugs behind Malfoy laughed like it was some hilarious joke, then, shoved through the quartet and walked into the Great Hall.

"Who was that, and what's wrong with his skin?" asked Bobby, staring angrily after them.

"Malfoy," growled Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He's an idiot. You let him get to you too much. Let it go, and let's go eat."

Together, the four walked into the Great hall, where a group of students were clustered around something at the front of the room, whispering among themselves. Bobby caught a glance of an extremely old and patched hat sitting on a stool. "Is that the Sorting Hat?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, what were you expecting? A Technicolor top hat?" said Harry.

"Actually, yeah."

The four sat down at the Gryffindor table, and Bobby took a moment to look around. That was when he noticed that girl from earlier—Ginny—making her way up to him with another girl. The second girl had long, blonde hair that hung in her face, but wide, dreamy, blue eyes were visible from behind her bangs.

"Oh, hi, Luna. Hello, Ginny," said Harry brightly. Luna ignored him, and kept her gaze focused on Bobby.

"You're Bobby Pendragon." She said it so matter-of-factly, it was almost unnerving.

"Yeah, I am. And you are?"

Luna straightened a little. "Luna Lovegood, resident Traveler. It's so nice you've finally decided to drop in."

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I know, I lied, I didn't include everything. But I got most of the stuff in!

What will happen next chapter?

The Sorting (finally!)

A trip to Diagon alley, and a nice new wand

The Infamous first week of school (for Bobby)

THE APPEARANCE OF SAINT DANE!

See you next Time!

P.S. I was just kidding about the whole Crossover Queen thing. I hereby surrender my crown to someone who actually deserves it.