OK, this idea popped into my head the other day as I was watching H.P. 3, and I jotted it down so I wouldn't forget it. I know, kinda random, but still, I hope it makes a good story. Oh, and this chapter is [dedicated?] to my old gym teachers, Mr. Solomon and Mrs. Stark, who's names I combined for Hermione's gym teacher.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the actual H.P. Characters, (sigh) but a few of these people are my own. (Hooray!)

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Chapter one -- Gym Class

Hermione sighed. It was P.E. next, her least favorite subject. (If you could even call it a subject.) There were only two good things about this class. One, their class was paired up with another class, the one her friend was in. Two, it was one of the last gym classes of the term. school was almost over, a fact that made Hermione both happy and depressed.

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"Alright, to start, I want you all to run laps around the gym for 2 minutes," instructed Hermione's P.E. teacher, Mr. Starkmon. Hermione groaned, she wasn't too much of an athlete. But, to go against a teacher's command was like breaking the law to her, so she jogged off to catch up to Katie, her friend. On her way, Matt, the class bully who was especially fond of going after Hermione stuck out his leg. Usually, something very odd would happen after a scene like this, something involving Matt in a very peculiar situation, but not this time. This time Matt's plan went as he had intended it to and Hermione, who was running past him tripped. Hermione, who had not expected this, started to fall and as she felt herself go down, she automatically threw out her right arm to break her fall. As she made contact with the gym floor, she thought she heard an unmistakable, loud "BANG!", but no one else seemed to have heard it.

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BANG! Stan Shunpike, who, by now, was so used to the tumbling and lurching of the Knight Bus could calmly flip to the next page of the Daily Prophet without even looking up. Though, as he finished the article he was reading, he did glance upwards. "Oi, Ernie," he called, looking out he window "this is a muggle school, ain't it?"

"Mmm... aye that it seems to be." Answered Ernie, the driver of the Knight Bus who never seemed to say much.

"Then why has we stopped here? Nobody's gettin' off, is they?"

"Mmm... no Stan, just seems I felt a call here."

"Do ya reckon it could be a muggle-born who called by accident Ern?"

"Aye, that it may be. Once we're done with the runs today, we'll go see Dumbledore I reckon."

"Dumbledore? Wow, that'd be sumtin' wouldn't it Ern, seein' Dumbledore. Don't reckon he'd be on the Knight Bus often. Dumbledore..." Stan trailed off in awe. Snapping out of his state of daze, he suddenly called "Next stop, Knockturn alley!" and BANG! The Knight Bus was off again.

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Much later in the day, the Knight Bus pulled up at the entrance of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Albus Dumbledore, who had been watching out the window of his office gave a small sigh and waved his hand, lessening the enchantments meant to keep his school safe as to let the Knight Bus inside the grounds. He wondered what they could possibly want, it was nowhere near a break and no student that he knew of was leaving.

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Dumbledore looked at the gangly, young Stan Shunpike and old, hunched Ernie who had crunched into his office and were looking at him with a look of eager anticipation. (or at least Stan was.) Dumbledore sighed once again. Last time they were here, it had had something to do with an up-grade on keeping the beds stationary while the Knight Bus moved. At the time, he was having a huge problem with one of his students turning others' pets into flamingos and had not particularly wanted to be bothered. He desperately hoped it wasn't something as unimportant this time. He was now focusing on how to get a letter to Harry Potter, a task that would take some time, given the looks of how his aunt and uncle behaved to such things. "I'm listening." Dumbledore gently prodded.

"Well, you see sir," Ernie began (Stan was still in awe of Dumbledore and hadn't moved much except to get a better view of Dumbledore.)"I felt a call, you know, a witch or wizard had thrown out their wand arm suddenly, so I drove to the calling place." Dumbledore nodded, signaling for him to continue with his story. "And... and it turned out to be from one of the funniest places- a muggle school down by London. Do you think it could have been a mud-blood?"

"Please, don't use that offensive word." Dumbledore corrected, interrupting him.

"Right, sorry Professor. I mean a muggle-born. Do you think it might have been? Do you have one down tha's from around there?"

"No, Ernie, I don't, but thank you for the head's-up. It is entirely possible that it might have been an accidental call from a muggle-born. You never know, and they seem to be turning up in the oddest of places sometimes. More and more frequently. Usually if you trace back far enough, there's some wizard blood, but not always." Dumbledore said kindly.

"Alright then,I think tha's all," Ernie stated, relieved to be finished talking. He had had enough talking for one day, thank you. "Thanks for your time Professor."

"My pleasure, thank you for the tip."

"Bye Professor Dumbledore" murmed Stan who had been sitting there quietly the whole time.

"Good-bye," said Dumbledore as he locked them out of his office. A new student. Oh, what a day this had been.

OK, so this is only my second story. Please R&R, any suggestions are welcome but no flamers. Does anyone have any ideas of what they think should happen next?