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Chapter 3: Secrets

Pov Rebecca

I'd finally recovered from the absolute shock of what was going on. We were actually here! Tom FELTON and Rupert Grint were with us. "Hmmm, must start evil planning and snap out of fan-girl mode." I thought to myself. Somewhere along the way we'd picked up Harry. I hadn't been paying attention so I was sure when that had happened.

When we'd finally gotten to the room it took three tires to get in. When we finally entered it (equipped with a large entertainment system. Evil plans! Evil plans!) Hermione turned on us. "All right, who are you and why do those two look like Ron and Malfoy?"

Maggie and I looked at each other. "Well, we're not sure why we're here." Maggie said, still overwhelmed by the presence of the (in her opinion) two HOT redheads. "Well, hmm… er. OK, I think we're from an alternate… universe where, well, Harry's life is a book."

At this point Harry's head shot up.

"WHAT?"

"There's supposed to be seven books. The first book was Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, then The Chamber of Secrets and so one. There's also a couple of movies."

At that point Ron interrupted, "What the bloody hell are movies?" Everybody stared at him blankly for a second.

Then Maggie said slowly, "They're like books but you can see them. They are like wizard pictures that move around and there is sound and everything. Only, they aren't magic. Just electricity. In this case, it's the story of Harry's, and your, life. Tom is Draco in the films and Rupert there is you."

"My life is a movie?" (AN. Sorry whoever I stole that from)

"Well, yeah." I said. This was very awkward.

Hermione was glaring at us suspiciously. "How do we know you're telling the truth and no using polyjuice or something like that?"
Maggie and I looked at each other and Tom and Rupert looked a little put out. "Well," Tom began. "For one thing. We know several things that anyone who trying to use polyjuice wouldn't know."

Maggie continued, "Yeah! Um… first year. You, Hermione, went crying into the bathroom because Ron was a jerk." She sent an apologetic smile his way, "Then you lied when the teachers asked about the mountain troll."

I continued, "Second year you three made polyjuice in the girls bathroom which is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets where Moaning Myrtle was killed years ago. A Basilisk lived in there. Hermione stole the ingredients for the potion from Snape's secret stash and he has been trying to pin it on Harry for years.

Rupert then took up after me, "Yeah, and you and Harry used the time turner in third year to save Buckbeak and Sirius Black from being killed. Just curious, did you ever tell Ron how you did that? It made me mad that I didn't get to film that part although it was fun watching Tom being hit over and over again."

Ron, Harry, and Hermione were staring. "Well," Ron finally choked out, "You don't' act a bit like Malfoy, I'll give you that much."

I just had to insert a comment, "No, he isn't evil but he can act like it extremely well. I bet he could even fool Draco's mother."

I looked around the room wishing that we had the movies so that we could prove ourselves to the semi-believers. A smile curled across my face when over in a far corner in a box the corner of a fourth book bootleg cover peaked out over the top. Then it occurred to me to ask, "What year are you guys in?"

Hermione looked at me oddly, "It's our sixth year."

"What's the month and date?"

"September four."

"Oh lovely." Maggie said.

We exchanged glances and both knew we were thinking the same thing. Oh, this was going to be fun.