Ash Potter, Harry Ketchum?

By: Enja

Ages: Ash: 11, Hermione: 11, Ron: 11, Malfoy: 11

Part: 5

"WHAT?!" A girl with brown bushy hair and rather lagre front teeth, screamed. "Ron!? 
Where's Harry?" She seemed rather dissapointed in Ron.

"I don't know. I think they...um...like...switched places..." Ron muttered. It actually 
seemed that way. I mean 'Harry' wasn't here and I had no clue what was happening or 
where I was. Well literally I knew where I was, but I didn't believe it.

"That's crazy, but well..." The girl looked at me and examined my face. "...it seems that 
way." She sighed, still in a lot of shock.

"This is Ash," Ron said trying to sound happier. 

I smiled at her. "Hi," I say nervously. Is this what they wear everyday? I think to myself, 
looking at the black robes that were draping to everybodys feet. To me this was 
uncomfortable. The gray vest that went over my shirt and under my robe was made of 
wool! I couldn't stop itching.

"Hello, I'm...Hermione." We shook hands. At least I still had Charizard with me. Even if 
he didn't obey me. At least I knew him.

"Well...we must get to breakfast." Hermione concluded and started hurridly 
to...ummm...The Great Hall. That's what Ron told me. He tried to inform me what was 
happening and what we were doing. We left from the Gryfindor Common Room. I have 
never heard of these names. Ron told me about: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, 
and...uh...Slytherin. 

"Be careful, the staircases move." Ron told me as we started down one.

"THEY MOVE?!" Ron nodded. "I take it you aren't here to learn how to pull a pidgey out 
of your sleeve?" 

"Is Pidgey a Pookmun?"

"It's Pokemon! Yeah, pidgey is a Pokemon." I exclaimed.

"No, we don't pull pidgey's out of hats. We learn to make things levitate, transform, and 
curses like the leg locker curse. There are potions too, even to stop you from dying. But 
the teacher who teaches it is horrible!" 

"Wow..." A boy passed me and stared, probably not knowing who the heck I was. 
Another student passed and asked me if I used a hair spell to make it stick out like it was! 
I was sooo angry! They probably thought I was Harry but still! Errr...I mean they had 
hair that was flat unless they had cowlicks. I was walking when one of the stairs started 
to move.

"WHA?" 

"I told you! They move on you." I looked down and only saw hundreds more staircases. I 
started to sick. I clasped a hand over my mouth.

"Well if your going to get sick that easily, I guess Quidditch is out of the question." I 
looked at Ron.

"What's Quidditch?" I ask curiously.

"It's where you ride a broom around and there are four balls. I can't really explain it but 
Harry is on the team, and you have to take his place." I suddenly got really sick. It wasn't 
the broom and ball part. It was that I would have to take Harry's place. I have never even 
touched a broom! Well a flying broom. What if I let the whole team down?

"Don't worry, Ash. You look about Harry's size and shape, you might just have good 
luck." A smile came to my face when he said that.

We finally made it to The Great Hall. They were four massive tables, each decorated with 
different colors. One with Forest Green and a silver, a yellow and black, a midnight blue 
with silver, and a Scarlet with gold. Ron led me to the Gryfindor table which happened to 
be the Scarlet and gold one.

"Here Ash, sit down." Hermione said. She obviously thought it over and decided to try 
and make me feel more at home.

"Thanks." I say shyly. Ron and Hermione talked for awhile. I tried to listen in but 
everybody just gawked at me like I was an science experiment. All of the sudden lots of 
food appeared on the table. I stared in amazement at all the food. There were eggs, 
sausage, bacon, toast, pancakes, waffles, cereal, and fruit. This was like a feast compared 
to what I was used to. I was used to Brock's Lazy Boy No Chew Stew, oatmeal, cereal, 
waffles, and other stuff. Except all of it was at one time.

* * *

About a half hour later the food dissapeared and I was so stuffed. I wondered what would 
be next in this 'wonderful' place.

"SIT DOWN CLASS!" A teacher with black greacy hair and black scowling eyes 
watched the class and yelled again. "Today we will be working on a potion to cure a 
cold." (I had no other ideas) "Any questions?" He said slyly. No one raised their hand. 
His eyes shot to me. 

"Potter?" I gulped and sweat started to run down my face.

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