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"Enervate." A stone-cold voice commanded. Marie's eyelids fluttered open. A tall, hook-nosed man with hair the color of ink towered over her. She realized that she was lying horizontally on a soft surface..a bed. The man's face held contempt and annoyance. He pointed a long, thin stick at her throat. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked in a commanding voice that left no room for objection.

"Marie Radcliffe." She answered, her words slurring around the edges. This second transportation had taken more out of her than the last. It had left her very dizzy and unsure of what was spinning, her or the room. "I came..to..protect..from..Sue-" She immediatly fell back into the darkness.

Severus Snape sighed. "Nothing from this one either Minerva."

A prim witch nodded at him from the bedside of a short, bearded man. "Nor from any of the others. They keep losing conciousness."

"What about Dumbledore's twin over there?" Asked Snape with disdain. "He was awake long enough to tell you something perhaps?"

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Nothing he said to me made any sense, however all of them have mentioned someone named 'Sue'."

Madame Pomfrey burst into the room and made shooing motions at the professors. "Go, both of you." She demanded. "These people need rest. You won't get any answers out of them at the moment. When they wake up *naturally*, I'll floo you."

{~Two hours later~}

Marie heard shuffling and grumbles somewhere in the room. She winced, her head was hurting her worse than the time she tried her luck with a shot of moonshine three years ago. "Ohhh. What happened?" She opened her eyes so that she could look around and found herself in an open room full of beds. It was similar to the Hospital at the factory, but the walls were ornate and made of stone instead of white tile.

"She's awake!" She heard Gimli say. "Marie!" A rough, calloused hand grasped her own and squeezed, while another stroked her hair. "We thought we'd lost you."

She gave a half-hearted smirk. "I'm too crazy to die." Another flash of pain struck her. "Ooww." She rubbed her temples. "But not too crazy to have my head split open, apparently."

"Let me through!" Shouted a female voice. A woman dressed in a nurse-like outfit came forward with a vial full of thick, puke-green..stuff. She held the vial to Marie's lips. "Drink, it will cure the pain." Marie drank and was surprised at how quickly it took effect, by the time she finished it all, the pain had fled.

"Thank you." She said, her voice growing stronger. She smiled up at Gimli, who was no longer a pain-blurred blob. He smiled back and continued to pet her hand. "What happened?"

Aragorn grinned. "Don't worry about it, all that you need to know is that we took care of everything. We explained all that was necessary to the residents of this Canon and they are, as we speak, preparing to help us in the upcoming War of the Sues."

Marie frowned. "I was talking about me, but okay."

"Oh, well, you accidently appeared in a place that the people here call 'Defense Against The Dark Arts' class and got hit by several bright red streaks of light."

Marie rolled her eyes. "Figures." She muttered. "You guys get a nice piece of comfortable ground to land on and *I'm* the one who ends up in the middle of a dangerous situation! Everything bad always happens to the girl who carries the fanmail." She grumbled as she pushed herself into a sitting position in the bed. "So how long have you been waiting for me to wake up?"

"An hour and a half." Pippin said around a mouthful of food. "Give or take a few minutes. We woke up about twenty minutes after we got here." He gulped and stared at his feet. "When you didn't wake up right away, we thought-"

"Enough." Gimli said. "We were wrong and she's awake now and that's what matters."

"Where's Legolas?" She asked, she couldn't see him in the crowd around her bed. Everyone else seemed to be there, even Wonka and the Buckets.

Gimli snorted. "He's gone and made nice with a tree. Just like an Elf." Marie laughed along with him and slowly, the Fellowship and their newer additions joined her.

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