The Power of Tiffination

Chapter 1

Azia got out of bed groggily as she dropped the book. She'd forgotten she had it. She looked out the window. She had very obviously missed the bus by-

"Oh... holy.....crap...." Azia looked around the room about seven times, and she still couldn't believe it. The window she had looked through wasn't her window. Nor was it any window she had seen before in her life. Suddenly, there was a creak. The doorknob was turning!

"Oh man..... dangit! What to do, what to do......" As the door began to open, she did the only thing she could think of. She threw herself to the ground, pretending to be unconscious.

A boy walked in the room. Azia, of course, didn't know this. She had her eyes closed. And even if her eyes were open, she wouldn't have dared look around. The boy, however, DID have his eyes open. And he saw the strange girl lying in the middle of the his room.

He had never seen her before, and he didn't particularly want to poke her to wake her up. It was too risky; he knew what girls are like in the morning. Instead, he took out a long stick and pointed it at her, hoping with all his heart that his idea would work.

"Ennervate." Azia couldn't believe it. It was completely illogical. But she might as well play along, right?

"Uhhhhhh..." she groaned, feeling rather stupid. She looked up at the boy. Her jaw dropped about 3 feet into the ground. "Harry?!?!?! Harry Potter?!?"

"Yeah?" Harry said. "How do you know my name?"

"Well, you're.... er, Harry Potter," she had a sudden inspiration. "The-Boy-Who-Lived. Right?"

Harry's face relaxed. A bit. "Yeah, I am. But, why are you in my dormitory? You're (one) not a boy," Harry figured she already knew that, though. "and (two), you're not a Gryffindor. What were you doing?"

"I'm not exactly sure. I fell asleep in my room and woke up here. What year are you in?"

" Third. What house are you in? You're not wearing your uniform." Harry was being very cautious. She might be a Slytherin......

"Er.. I'm not exactly in a house."

Harry, the poor dear, was completely bamboozled. "But then, why are you at Hogwarts? Did the Sorting Hat not assign you a house? I mean...if you're a student...."

"Oh, I'm not a student. Listen Harry," Azia started. This is gonna freak him out so bad... "I need to borrow your Invisibility Cloak. I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore."

Azia was right. "But...how did you know....I never told anyone.... Who ARE you?!?"

"Look Harry, I'm really sorry about this, but you'll just have to trust me."

Harry got his wand out and pointed it at her. "I'm warning you, I know the killing spell!"

"No you don't, you manky git!" It looked as if Harry wasn't going to trust her. She sighed, and suddenly threw herself on the ground and swung her leg around, tripping Harry. As he fell, she grabbed his wand and got up, pointing it at him. Ohh, now I've done it... "Sorry about that. Where's the cloak?"

"At the b-bottom o-of my... my trunk."

"Thank you. Will you walk me to Professor Dumbledore's office?"

"Er, ok." Harry got up hesitantly as Azia got the cloak out, making sure to pick up the book before Harry noticed it. She threw it over herself and Harry as they walked out of the dormitory.

They finally reached the statue of the Gargoyle that marked the entrance to the headmaster's office when Azia realized that the third book never said what the password was. "Umm, Harry, do you know the password?"

"It was 'lemon drop' last year, but I don't think that'll work."

"Uh, Whatchamacallit? Twix? Nutter Butter?"

Harry looked at her.

"Cauldron cake? Sherbet Lemon? Cockroach Cluster?"

Nothing. "Ugh! Come! On! You! Stinking! Statue!" Azia said, being sure to kick the statue between every word.

Harry, who was thinking on his toes (for once) seized the opportunity and grabbed his wand, pointing it right at Azia.

"Tell me who you are, right now, or I'll blast you into a million little bits."