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“God, she snores so loud.”

“Shush. We might wake her up.”

“Seeing her comfy like that, I don’t think that she’ll ever come round.”

“Who’s she anyway? She’s not a Gryffindor… Doubt it.”

“Probably a first year…”

“Can’t be that tall, Ron… If she were not a Gryffindor, how’d she know the password? And what’s with her blue hair?”

Jeez, Ronnie. Does he really have to bring his friends to my room? I told him loads of time to stay out of my room! And he can’t stop acting as if he’s in Harry Potter world! Jeez!

“Ronnie, give me five seconds to snooze, alright?” I said sleepily having my eyes still shut, “And scram your friends of yours. I told you loads of time to leave my room alone! And… stop acting as if you’re in wizarding world, freak!”

“Who’s Ronnie?”

“Probably Ron’s girlfriend, then she started to call him Ronnie.”

“Nose down, Harry.”

That’s it. Do I really have to use my fist to him?

“Ronnie! I told you to screw! You—ARGGHHH!!!!!!!!!” I started to shout as I saw three people standing in front of me, who are these people? “Eeh… Who—who are you?—Oh my god, are you… are you… OH MY GOD! GO AWAY! Where’s my MOM! MOM!!!!!”

“Oi! Shut up! Shush!!”

“We’re not going to kill you, honestly,” the brown bushy hair girl said calmly.

“Oh,” I said feeling so dense because I was ducking behind the sofa then I stood up, “Err… So who are you? Are you Ronnie’s friends?”

“I am your conscience,” the red haired boy replied stupidly, “now are there any fire whiskey left for me?”

“Shut it, Ron,” the girl with brown bushy hair whispered sternly, “Well, we only have Ron here. Not Ronnie.”

“Right,” I said, “Wh—what are y-you doing in my room?”

“Your… room?” the boy with jet-black hair asked oddly.

I stood awkwardly, with my fist flung up high then put it down slowly as I said quietly, “Yeah… Err… I mean—”

The three people just stared at me. It was an odd situation. Why are they in my roo—Whoa. This isn’t my room! What’s with these wallpapers? Why are they maroon-ish? Where’s my light blue nice wallpaper with Rupert Grint, Tom Felton, Oliver and James Phelps and Daniel Radcliffe’s posters?! What’s with the ancient looking stuff? Since when did I have a fireplace? …Hey, the sofa looks cool…

“Are you a first year?” the girl asked quietly.

I looked towards her with a weird expression, first year? Hey, I’m fourteen years old! Well, I’m in ninth grade if that’s what they’re asking about.

“Erm, what do you mean first year?”

“How old are you?” the red headed boy asked.

“Fourteen.”

“She’s in the same year as ours then,” the boy with jet-black hair said, “but you’re not a Gryffindor, right?”

“Gryffindor? Wait, okay… woof…” I said as I stroke my black hair then walked around in front of the fireplace then started muttering, “I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming…”

“Hermione, Ron let’s just take breakfast downstairs,” the jet-black haired boy said as he shrugged.

I stopped walking. Hermione? Ron? Oh my GOD…

“Hey, wait,” I said as I hold back the boy with jet-black hair by his shoulder, “What’s your name?”

The boy with his flaming red hair did a funny face as he started to laugh then snorted.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked.

He snorted twice then he said, “You don’t know him?”

He pointed towards the jet-black hair guy with messy hair and round glasses.

“No, I mean… Well, I—”

“So you know him then,” Hermione said with annoyance, “We’ll see each other later then, I guess.”

“Wait!” I shrieked loudly.

The three of them looked back again, then Harry said impatiently, “If you want to make a fun out of this, you know that I could jinx you.”

“Whoa, chill,” I said quickly, “Please, just tell me what year I am in.”

“1994.”

My mouth opened so wildly. 1994? 1994?!! What the fu—

“1994?” I repeated what Ron said.

“Yep.”

“But… This can’t be… I mean… when it’s 1994… I’m supposed to be… two years old!!!” I screeched, what’s happening?

“What do you mean?” Hermione said, “You turned back time or something?”

“NO!! I hope not! But, how could I meet you guys here? You don’t look so much like Daniel Radcliffe…! And Ron!!! Oh my gosh, those red hair is really cool!!!” I said excitedly then I looked towards Hermione. U-oh… She doesn’t really look like Emma Watson, at all. More like… a bit uglier? Erm, what happened to her teeth? “And Hermione!! …Pleasure.”

Hermione looked annoyed, then she said, “Who’s Daniel Radcliffe?”

“Oh of course you all don’t know,” I said, “They’re like making movies about you all! They just released the DVD for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, isn’t so cool?”

“DVD?” Ron repeated my sentence, “What do you mean they make movies about us? And what’s a DVD?”

“Well,” I started patiently, “A women made a novel about you three, but specifically Harry. And… They filmed it. I’m actually 14 when it’s 2006. But—what actually happened I don’t know. I was reading the sixth book of Harry Potter’s it was midnight when I put the book away just then after I slept; dreaming about Rupert Grint, I just felt like… someone took my breath away then you guys woke me up and voila! I’m here.”

“You must be dreaming,” Hermione said, “You sure you’re not a first year?”

“No, I’m fourteen,” I said, “Want to see my student ID?”

“No, thanks,” Hermione said, “Well, we’ll see you around then.”

The three of them was about to go away. I got to do something!

“Wait!!” I screeched, “You don’t know the problem yet!”

“Look, whoever your name is—”

“Urvi.”

“Yeah, Urvi. Whatever, we have class now after breakfast. So do you mind?”

“But—Today’s Sunday.”

“Monday, dear,” Ron said casually.

“Right… but, the thing is…” It was a bit hard for me to say, I knew if I say this sentence they would be absolutely gob smacked, “I’m a muggle.”

The three of them had their jaws wide open. I knew that’d happen.

“But, muggles can’t see Hogwarts,” Hermione said breathlessly and quietly.

“Apparently, I can,” I tried to smile, “And I’m in Gryffindor common room.”

“This is just so—”

“Freaky, I know.”

“No, not freaky—mad.”

“We have to bring her to Dumbledore,” Hermione said panicking, “immediately.”

They ran as fast as they can, making me to chase them to the hell where they’re going. Dumbledore? Oh, I’m so excited what’ll happen!! I bet he’ll look so cool! I wonder what’s Hagrid like…

“Right,” Harry said as he panted just like other as we reached the stone gargoyle standing halfway along an empty corridor, “I hope Dumbledore didn’t change the password… Sherbet lemon!”

Well, I knew the stone gargoyle was supposed to be the hidden staircase to Dumbledore’s office. The gargoyle stone didn’t open, it was just glaring towards us, the gargoyle. Pretty freaky.

“Move!” Harry shouted at it, “c’mon!”

“The password changed, Harry,” I said, “You think it’ll remain the same after two years ago?”

“How’d she know?” Ron said amazed thinking that it was supposed to be Hermione that would answer Harry’s question not me.

“Well, yeah, the password sherbet lemon was two years ago,” Harry said astonished looking at me, “So what’s the password now?”

“You’re in fourth year, right?” I said smiling, “So it’s Cockroach cluster.”

The gargoyle sprang to life, and jumped aside. Harry blinked, just like what did the book said the time I was reading it. I smiled and felt proud. Hey, I’m better than that fraud, Trelawney…!

I saw Ron mouthed his lips, “Wow.” I kept on smiling happily.

“How’d you know all this stuff?” Hermione said questioningly.

“Do you ever listen to a muggle? I have the books from first year to sixth year! I know what’ll happen to Harry!” I said.

“What?!!” Hermione said, she sounded so shocked.

…Did I just do something wrong?
 

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