Disclaimer: I don't own Tammy's characters or her PotS series, or Lily's, or Lily's fanfic, and neither she nor I own J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter, I don't own the song Amazing Grace or Purple People Eater either, they belong to John Newton and Sheb Wooley but this plot is all mine!! Mine I tell you!! All mine!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

Author's Note: Okay, chapter three, this is going to be a short, yet fun one…I think…It's going to begin what will really be all interesting and stuff…I think…I think a lot… ENJOY!!!!

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Luna bit her lip slightly attempting, and failing, to shut out the noise of the bus ride. She sat in a two seat-er alone, but still insisted upon keeping her backpack on her lap. She shifted to fit it better, she couldn't wait until she received a tote bag with Neal's Daffodil quote, from Tamora Pierce's Protector of the Small series. With the thought of that gift from her parents, Luna smiled.

She started to wag her right foot and soon began to wag her left. Pain shot up her ankle and she winced, rubbing her left ankle. She had forgotten she had killed it again.

The bus made a sharp turn and looking out the window Luna saw that they were almost at her stop. She slipped her seatbelt off, shouldered her backpack, and prepared to launch out of the dreaded bus seat.

The bus came to a stop and Luna bolted. She hurried through the crowded bus aisle...then stopped short. Her neighbor, a disrespectful seventh grader, abruptly emerged from her seat, turned to sneer at her one-year-older neighbor and got off the bus. Luna ignored the evil girl and continued on off the bus.

She stepped off the bus at onto the green grass at the top of a hill. She settled the backpack across her shoulders more firmly and set off down the hill, chasing the bus until it was out of sight.

Luna smiled to herself and slowed to a walk. She trudged through weeds and onto the bridge. She stopped on the bridge like everyday and peered over the edge. Trees with their fire colored leaves and evergreens that were, well…green. A large brook, dubbed Big Brook by the town, ran through the small woods. Luna sighed and leaned over the railing of the cement and steel bridge.

Then, like every other day, she began to sing. Luna liked singing, she thought that she had a nice voice, but since you never hear your real voice she wasn't quite sure. So she sand one of her favorite songs: Amazing Grace.

"A-ha-maze-ing grace, how sweet, the sound, that hath-"

Luna stopped. The creek seemed to glisten and sparkle in a place that she just couldn't see: under the bridge. It was a queer sparkle, not one of the sun's reflection off the water. She leaned over the edge to try and get a better look at it, and continued.

"That hath saved a-ah wretch li-ike me-"

The twinkling grew and she leaned forward, balancing her weight on the iron railing, ignoring the discomfort to her stomach area.

"-I once, wa-as lost, b-ut now, I'm found, wa-as blind, but now-"

Her song was interrupted by a scream. Luna lost her balance and fell into Big Brook. Shrieking and shielding her face from the brambles she would pass and the soft clay not far beneath the surface of the water. Her fall seemed to take forever as she plummeted to what seemed a mighty bad injury, if not death.

May looked around the normally crowded rink. It was odd to be there when it was so empty.

May breathed and saw her breath before her eyes. It was the only breath taken, even her parents weren't there, they were off picking her brother up from fencing. Even the people who would have collected her money had left, temporarily, soon after she had arrived.

Shrugging off the unease that had settled upon her, May sat on one of the many benches lining the walls and lowered her bag from her shoulders.

She carefully slipped her feet out of her Uggs and took her white skates from her bag and tucking her Uggs into them. She removed the pink, plastic, slightly sparkly guards from the blade. Fitting her feet into the boots of the skates she laced them up.

Carefully, she walked over to the door to the rink, opened it, and stepped in. The next moment May was flying across the ice. She pushed one foot in front of the other and then pushed the other one forward.

May turned smoothly and began to skate backwards. She followed the curve of the rink, backwards the whole way. Deftly, she turned again and began to skate forward.

She began crossovers: putting one foot across and in front of her other one, then brining that one out and continuing her regular skating. She did crossovers as she rounded the curves of the rink.

After skating around the rink a couple of times she dug her toe pick into the ice and, pushing her weight up, did a small bunny hop.

After doing several May skated quickly, building up speed. Then, out swung her leg, only to come back to her body as she did a full turn around spin. She glided out of it softly and, turning in a half-circle, she came to a stop.

Fog covered her face as her breath came out as fast pants. She skated over to the wall and leaned against it, still panting, to catch her breath and to rest.

As she lounged against the glass surrounding the rink began to sparkle. May watched it as the light began to reflect off it in a way almost…unnatural…The light shined on the glass on the other side of the rink.

May skated over to it. It flickered away, almost teasing her.

Frowning May skated after it. It kept shimmering away. As soon as she skated closer to it, it reflected away.

Realizing too late that it the mysterious light had fled May hit the wall, barely able to brace herself against the glass. She blew the stray strand of hair from her face and glared at the light.

And thus began the chase between May and the light. Every moment she skated towards the light it flickered away.

Finally she spied it on the other side of the rink. Finally, May thought, I've got it!

Skating at full sped she chased at the light.

Gliding into the wall May realized that glass was behind the light.

Unable to start herself from crashing into the wall May tightly closed her eyes and shielded her face from the impact of the wall and prepared to fall back onto the hard, cold ice.

Cassie sighed and tapped the end of her pen against her teeth. She was laying belly down on her bed in her attic bedroom. Her adult brother, Ben, was out so she was alone in the house, left to writing her Harry Potter fanfic: My Beautiful Disaster.

She gently bit down on the end of her pen, thinking. She placed her pen down on her coverlet. What should Mira do now?

Cassie chewed on her lower lip then smiled in triumph as inspiration struck her.

She reached over to pick up her pen…Cassie's fingers met the cloth coverlet. Frowning she looked over at the now empty place where she had left her pen.

Craning her neck she spied it on the floor. Chuckling, she reached down to pick it up. It rolled away.

A frown creased onto Cassie's face. What was that?

She turned over and swung her legs over the edge, then reached down, only to have the pan roll away from her grasp again. How odd…

Cassie got up and walked over to the pen. It rolled away from her. "Come here you stupid pen!"

She followed it as it rolled away from her. With her head bent, her eyes stalking the pen as it moved, she, surprisingly, missed the stairs.

As the pen gently came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs Cassie screamed.

The back of her head hit each stair as she fell, the underside of her knees quickly developing rug burn. The force of falling from the bottom step propelled her body enough so that it flipped and she ended up on all fours.

She glared at the motionless pen from behind her curtain of light-brown hair. "Oh, you're going down you evil pen!"

She pushed herself up onto her feet, lost her balance, and toppled over again. Muttering curses under her breath she staggered onto her feet. "Prepare yourself you frigging pen!"

She ran after the pen. As she advanced upon the pen it began to roll away from her again.

She began to run after it. The pen continued rolling away, always quicker than Cassie.

"Come back and let me write with you! Hi Ben." She followed the pen out the door of her house, leaving her brother behind and confused.

"Okay that's it pen-" Cassie screamed. The pen came to a stop and silence fell.

Having concentrated on the pen so much Cassie had not noticed the puddle of unnatural sparkling until she had stepped, and fell, into it.

Brian was banging his head to the music in his blue iPod nano, as well as jumping on the couch in his living room like the maniac freak he was.

His twin sisters walked in and stared at him strangely. Brian, not noticing them, continued to jump around psychotically.

While Melanie walked quickly up the stairs to her room, Jessica ventured close to her crazy younger brother. "Brian…"

He continued banging his head.

"Brian?" Jessica began to fume a bit at being ignored. "Brian!"

Brian, still jumping, continued jumping until he faced the wall, so his back was to his older sister.

"BRIAN!"

Her brother jumped from the couch to the large armchair sitting beside it.

Furiously annoyed, Jessica snatched the iPod from Brian's pocket, read the song title and gasped. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Placing the iPod back where she found it, Jessica backed up to the stairs, very, very slowly.

Brian turned, saw his sister running up the stairs to the safety of her room, and shrugged, going back to bouncing and banging to his song: Purple People Eater.

-And then he swung from the tree and he lit on the ground
He started to rock, really rockin' around
It was a crazy ditty with a swingin' tune
Sing a boop boop aboopa lopa lum bam boom

Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater
Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater
I like short shorts
Flyin' little people eater
Sure looks strange to me (Purple People?)

And then he went on his way, and then what do ya know
I saw him last night on a TV show
He was blowing it out, a'really knockin' em dead
Playin' rock and roll music through the horn in his head

The song ended.

Giving a last, great, jump, Brian swung his legs up high in front of him and landed on his rump. Removing the ear buds from his ears and carefully placing his beloved iPod on the coffee table.

He leaned his elbow on the table and put his head in his hand, thinking. He was bored.

The T.V.! It's the perfect solution! Now where's that remote… Brian saw it on the end table at the other end of the couch. "It's too far away."

Grieving over his luck of not able to get the remote so he could watch television something caught his eye.

Brian nearly squealed with delight. But, of course, did not.

There, on the table, right beside his iPod, was his plastic tub of pink goo. How had he not noticed it there before? But Brian didn't bother to ask himself that, because he was already diving into the goo.

He pulled some out and stretched it out, watching the middle goo sag.

Suddenly the goo still in the container began to shimmer in an unnatural way…Brian put his goo down and dug a finger down into the tub, attempting to find the sparkling goo.

He pulled the shining goo out only to find it in a dull state. Frowning, Brian looked back into the container again. More goo was sparkling inside the little jug. Brian stuffed his whole hand into it, only to find that the sparkle kept escaping him.

He shoved arm in, up to his elbow, not realizing that he should only be able to fit three fingers inside the small plastic tub.

The shimmer still dancing around his fingertips Brian shoved his arm in up to his shoulder, pressing his ear to the opening of the container.

The shine still evading his grasp he pushed in more of his body until…

When Jessica came down later to ask her brother why he had been listening to the Purple People Eater song she found nothing but a container of goo that her brother had carelessly left on the table.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know, like no showing of Tammy's totally awesome characters, that's next chapter…and I suppose that this turned out longer than I though it would be at the beginning…Sorry. Also sorry it took so long…I had writer's block for the longest time. What will happen next?? Where have all the awesome people disappeared to?? Dun, dun, dun!!!