Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

"Can someone tell me WHERE THE HELL WE ARE??" A teenage boy said, his hair sticking up everywhere, his glasses lopsided.

"Calm down Harry, it's obvious we're in a muggle school, yet I don't know what part of England, the surroundings are not familiar at all…" The girl known as Hermione said. It was then that Jemaine realised he should interfere, before things got out of hand. He coughed once, making sure he had everyone's attention.

"First of all, hello! My name is Jemaine Clem-" he was interrupted by the pale boy,

"What the hell is wrong with your voice?? Hellllooo, myyy naaamme is Jeeemaineee…I mean, who talks like that?" Hermione shook her head in embarrassment,

"I'm so sorry, Draco has no social skills whatsoever. Isn't it obvious Draco, that his accent is different?"

"Well yes, the thing is, you're not in England, you're in New Zealand, Wellington to be exact. And I think you should all follow me to another room, so we can talk privately" Jemaine said, as he let his teacher instincts take a hold of him. There was a small gasp from a red haired girl, that had remained quiet so far.

"New Zealand?? I've read about this place in Muggle Farming you have heaps of those wooly animal things that go boo boo don't you?" she asked, her eyes wide open.

"I think you mean baa, yes, they're called sheep." Jemaine answered, "And I think you should come with me. Class, read over chapter 20 in Delta, and do exercises 20.1, I'll be right back."

Jemaine led the five strangers to a little room attached to the class. He himself paced back and forth as he tried to decide what to do. He had learnt their names so far, the lanky red haired boy was Ron and the red haired girl was his sister, Ginny. Harry was the boy with glasses, and Hermione and Draco he had already met. Jemaine had never read the Harry Potter series, and he had no interest in it whatsoever, but he had seen the movies, and he recognised the characters from posters and that, so he knew something was horribly wrong if five fictional characters appeared in his calculus class. After their introductions, Draco sniffed and said,

"So let me get this straight, we're running away from Dementors, then end up on the other side of the world, where we find out that there are books written about our lives??" Jemaine, who found Draco to be quite irritable said,

"Uh yes, the problem is how to get you all home without causing too much suspicion in the Harry Potter fans, cause if they found out that you were alive and very much real…God help us all!!" Jemaine answered.

"So what do you think we should do, dip shit?" Harry asked, although he had stopped yelling he was still angry. Jemaine sighed.

"Ok, first of all, you have to trust me, as I don't think you can trust anyone else. If the world found out who you were, you'd have thousands of teenage girls running ramped after you-"

"So what's wrong with that?" Draco asked. Jemaine decided to ignore him,

"Look, what I'm trying to say is you need to realise that I'm your only hope here, and so a little tiny respect will go a long way, none of this dip shit stuff, ok?"

"So…can we call you J-Dogg?" Draco said.

"No."

"Jem?"

"No."

"Jemmy?"

"No."

"Geranium?"

"Wait…ah, no."

"Germany?"

"What the hell, no, Jemaine, I go with Jemaine."

"Subject X?" Jemaine didn't answer that one. He couldn't say that subject X reminded him of trigonometry, they wouldn't understand. He carried on the conversation,

"So anyway, in that room there are 30 students, who have all probably read the books and who need to, well, be kept quiet. Now, I was thinking bribery, full marks on the next test for everyone-"

"Or, we can do a simple memory charm," This time it was Ron, "It's easy, I'll just go do it now." He pulled out a wand from his pocket and left the room.

"WAIT…a memory charm?!" Jemaine ran after him, but Harry grabbed his arm, "He knows what he's doing, the bastard!!" He said.

"Don't let it reverse on you Weasley! You know what happened to the Lockhart dude!" Draco yelled after him, running his fingers through his silver hair. He stretched his long legs up on to the desk in the corner and yawned. Jemaine couldn't help but stare. He could see that Draco was good looking, he was sure of that, but something about him made the hair on Jemaine's neck stand on end, perhaps it was his absolute disregard for everyone around him, or the fact that he was so calm in a situation where Jemaine himself would have been panicking.

"So, Jemaine-ainey, what's there to do in this Well?" He asked. Hermione blushed for the hundredth time that day, and apologised for him.

"Well, there's this museum, but I don't think you guys want to do anything, I mean, you're all awfully recognizable!" Jemaine said. By that time, Ron had come in, and was twirling his wand in his fingers, whistling.

"Done." He said, as if he performed the charm everyday.

"So, where from here?" Harry asked, although Jemaine could see he was suppressing a lot of anger, he took his time in answering.

"Well, you guys come from England, right? So, what we have to do, is to get you to England as soon as possible."

"Ding ding ding ding!! Give the man a cigar!!" Draco sneered sarcastically. Jemaine felt like it was going to be one of those days, where his patience would be tested in every possible way. He took his time in answering,

"Ok, well, obviously I have to get back to my class, so…we will probably have to discuss this another time. Look, you guys can come with me to my house after lessons finish today, and then we'll discuss something then. For the meantime, I only ask you all to keep quiet and to stay in this room. Classes finish in an hour…I'm sure you can find something to do till then."

"Mr. Clement, we-" Ginny started

"Please, call me Jemaine."

"Ah, Jemaine, we want to thank you for your kindness…it's very helpful."

"Hey, it's no problem." He then proceeded to walk out, and then closed the door on the little room. After the door was shut, there was an awkward silence, which was broken by Harry abruptly slamming his fist on the desk,

"That guy makes me so ANGRY! Who does he think he is, bossing us around, with that haircut…"

When Jemaine's calculus class finished, he felt like it had taken forever. He had noticed that Ron had erased the students' memories until right before he opened his lunch box, so he had to still try to seem angry at their disobedience. After the bell rang, he grabbed his bag and ran to the little room. He quickly opened the door and saw Harry scratching graffiti on the desk, Draco was urging him on, and Hermione and Ginny were looking at the many shelves of papers and tests. Ron was snoring loudly in the corner. When Harry saw Jemaine had entered the room, he quickly covered the graffiti, but wasn't fast enough. Jemaine quickly noticed the writing; 'JEMAINE CLEMENT IS A FUC-' Jemaine sighed and said, "I noticed that respect speech just flew over your heads…lets just forget it and go home."

Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]