Bed to Bed Fun

Bed to Bed Fun : )

Note: I wrote this before reading book three. That is why it takes place in Harry's third year.

Ch 1

Another lovely year at Hogwarts was starting and everyone was in good spirits. Things were going quite well for Harry. That is, until he realized that he left his potions book in his room and it was nearly time for class. Snape and Malfoy would surely give him trouble for forgetting it. He rushes to his room as fast as he can to find his book lying nicely on his bed. He goes to snatch it up, to be rushing on his way, but the next thing he knows is that he lands on the floor with a big smack. The book just didn't want to move.

Is someone trying to stop me from going to class? Is this a practical joke? Or is someone trying to keep me away so I don't get in the way of his or her terrible scheme? His mind raced with possibilities. It is only his third year and the years before sure had been interesting, so why not this year?

When he finally looked up to see what was the problem he saw two bright green eyes right in his face. "Are you all right?" they asked is a sweet voice.

Harry was stunned. One moment he was the only one in the room and now there was this! He had no time for it; he would surely be late now. He got up slowly and the eyes followed him. After fixing his glasses so he can see better, the sight that he saw nearly through him off balance.

It was a good ways into the day. The House Elves had already made the bed and everyone in the school was up and about for the first day of class. That is, at least, they should be up and about. However, this girl, no younger than him, looked as if she just woke up. Her blond short hair all messed up, half of it sticking straight into the air. Her green eyes still had a bit of sleep left in them and she was still in her moss green pajamas holding onto a camping bag topped with an emerald green blanket, all rolled up. All Harry could do was nod.

"Oh good! I'm really sorry about that. You see I'm somewhat lost right now."

"Well that would explain you being in the boys sleeping quarters, but you don't look like a Gryffindor. How did you get past the..."

"Oh please could you tell me were I am! My mom will kill me if I don't make it too school today and I'm not even dressed yet!"

"...Well, you're in the Gryffindor Tower. I'm already late for my class, so if you would like I could help you find you way. Which house are you in?"

"I don't mean building. I need to know what country this is."

"Country?"

"Yes."

He can't help but look at her a little suspiciously. It's not very often you find a girl in your bed asking what country you're in. Meanwhile, she is looking at him in suspense with the most innocent look he has ever seen. "You are in England, a few hours away from London."

"ENGLAND! That's impossible. If things continue on like this I will never get home. I might as well start an travel service for people who don't know where they want to go." Despair entered her features and she looked around as if she just found out that the world was destroyed and all of this was the figment of someone else's imagination.

"I'm sure it isn't that bad. Where do you live?"

"Poulsbo, Washington the good old U.S. of A."

"U.S.A? That's on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean!"

"I know! That's why I am in so much trouble. I have been traveling for three hours at least. I've been to so many places that I have lost count. First I find myself in what I think was Japan. Then I try to go what I think is East to get back home and end up in Australia. It goes down hill from there. The last place I went, I found my self in bed with two other people who I think were a lil' busy at the time, if you know what I mean. Either way the guy seemed to be speaking French, so I tried to go west and ended up here. You wouldn't have a compass I could borrow would you?"

"No, but I think I could get one for you."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you." She gives him a big glomping hug that nearly knocked him over. "If you don't mind I will wait here for you. I wouldn't want to get lost and not be able to find my way back. And by the way my name is Parin Jones. Everyone calls my PJ."

"I'm Harry Potter. Everyone pretty much just calls me Harry. How did you get in here anyways?"

"Bed to Bed Teleportation! It's the only way to travel!" PJ said cheerfully.

"Bed to Bed Teleportation? I've never heard of it."

"Not many people have and the people that do know of it, heard it from me or someone I told, at least to my knowledge. Tee hee. Oh, was this what you wanted? I keep on forgetting to look before I leap." With a sweet little smile she handed him the book. "Well best be off. You looked to be in a hurry before you fell down. Hehe. Hurrying Harry."

"Oh no! I nearly forgot Potions class. I'll be back with the compass. Just stay right here and I will give it to you after class." Harry rushed out the door with his book and hopes that he wasn't too late.

~*~

Today was just not his lucky day. Not only was he late, but Malfoy tripped him on his way in, so he got laughed at and five points taken from Gryffindor. Finally, when things calmed down, he was able to talk about what had happened.

"That's impossible!" Ron burst out.

"Shh. Keep it down," Harry scorned. "We don't want more points taken away."

Hermione turned around. "He's right, Harry. People just can't teleport into Hogwarts randomly. Hogwarts is protected from that kind of magic along with any other magic that can be harmful to the students and staff."

"But I saw her. She is in my room right now waiting for a compass so she can get back to America. Maybe her type of teleportation is a loop hole."

"Teleportation is teleportation. If she is no older then us, then how would she know such a spell anyways?"

"Maybe she invented it. That would explain why no one has ever heard of it before."

"Then what about the Ministry of Magic? Don't you think they would have noticed an underage witch teleporting about for the last three hours?"

"You have a point, but that doesn't change the fact that she is there."

"Well then I guess you will just have to show us."

"As soon as class is over I will. In the meantime, where can I find a compass?"

"I know a transfiguration spell that should work. Once we have seen this girl, I can make you one."

"Now that you two are done arguing." Ron piped up. "What does this girl look like? Is she pretty? And it is your bed that she first appeared in, right?"

"Well, yes it was my bed. She has short blond hair and green eyes. I guess she was pretty, but I don't see what this has to do with anything?"

"Oh, wait until Fred and George here this. They will flip."

~*~

When class ended, Hermione made the compass and gave it to Harry, while Ron snagged Fred and George to tag along.

Fred and George said simultaneously and interchangeably, "YOU HAVE A GIRL IN YOU BED!"

"Is she pretty?"

"How did she get in?

"Is she cute?"

"In your bed?"

"And she is not a Gryffindor?"

"Hmmm...what kind of pajamas?"

"Does anyone else know?"

"In your bed?"

"Is she pretty?"

"Why not my bed?"

"And you don't know were she came from?"

"Why does she need a compass?"

"Is she cute?"

"So, you say you have a girl in your bed."

"In your bed?"

"Do you think she would mind visiting my bed?"

"How do we know who the compass is for?"

"In your bed?"

"Why else do you have it?"

"Is she cute?"

"Will she be coming back?"

"I'm jealous."

"So, you say you have a girl in your bed."

"Way ta go man..."

This went on for some time as they walked up to Harry's room.

Finally they got to the door. Harry turned to face them. "Now I don't want you guys to scare her away. She's been through a lot and just wants to get home. So, when we go in don't ask her a bunch of questions and don't stare at her. She is just like any other girl...who can teleport via beds." He opened the door. "PJ I hope you don't mind me brining some friends along, but I got the compass. PJ?"

Harry peered into the empty room along with everybody else. The only proof of her ever existing is the body print and a little bit of drool. Fred walked up to the bed. "Well, well. It's nice to finally meet you PJ. I am Fred Weasley, that is George Weasley, our little brother Ron and his friend Hermione. It is a pleasure to meet you." He commenced to shake hands with the air.

Hermione looked at Harry funny. "You know you could have just asked for the compass instead of making up that silly story. With any luck we might just be able to go a whole year without any strange things happening."

"But I didn't make it up! She was here, in my bed, on my book. I wasn't making it up. Maybe If I make my bed and put the book back on it and try to pick it up again... well, that's how it happened the first time."

George took Harry by the shoulder. "Well, it does sound a little on the unbelievable side. Bed to Bed teleportation, America, a girl named PJ, it doesn't make for a good prank. Not to mention the showing how she is no longer were you said she was; it's way too convenient and has been done far too much. Now what you should have done was say you were sneaking out to meeting a Ravenclaw or something during the night."

"If you guys don't believe me then get out. I will just wait here for her alone." He began to shove them out until the only one left is Ron.

"They are right. It is a little unbelievable, but a lot of things we have done are. Who would believe that we stopped You-Know-Who from getting that stone if we didn't have the school backing us up."

"So you believe me?"

"I believe you believe you saw a girl in your bed, but I think I need a little more proof before I can believe there was actually a girl in your bed." He slowly walked out of the room and closed the door. Leaving Harry all alone...

Well, mostly alone, maybe all alone for a millisecond or not at all alone if you consider all of the microscopic organisms and a spider on the wall. For just at that moment PJ returned with a plate full of chicken legs and a slice of cake.

"Did you know someone sleeps in the sink down there? That's so cool! I wish someone slept in our sink at home or better yet the fridge, then I wouldn't have to walk down stairs to get a snack. I know my mom always put the fish asleep in there, but for some reason I could never teleport down there."

~*~

Bed to Bed Fun

Ch. 2

Socks!

"Where were you and where did you get that food?"

PJ gave Harry another one of her innocent looks. "Well, the Kitchen of course...and some other places, but does it really matter where I got the food? It's food!"

"Because of you my friends think I'm crazy now."

"Why? Did you stand up on the top of your desk singing Schoolhouse Rock while wearing only a Tutu and cherry and lime flavored glow in the dark body paint with a Picasso drawn on the front and an Emily Dickens poem on the back?"

"No." Harry looked at her astonished.

"Oh, then what did you do?" PJ shrugged.

"To get the compass I told my friends that you were in my room and needed it to get home. They came with me to see you and saw that you weren't here, so they think I made up the whole thing."

"Well, that's your own fault. I'm not a display for you and your friends. You didn't have to tell them about me."

"Okay, what else was I suppose to say?"

"Say you just need the compass and that you would give it back latter. If they are truly your friends they would accept that."

"I guess so. Either way here is the compass. I need to go down for lunch now. I hope you get to school on time. Good luck."

"Well, thank you kind sir and as your Not-Quiet-Fairy Godmother remember to eat all of your veggies before they eat you." Then she was gone with a poof.

~*~

By the time Harry got down to the Great Hall everyone knew about what had happened. You could say it was because the school had a natural knack for overhearing things or that the walls are thin, being an old castle and all (yeah, right), but it was most likely that the Weasley twins were making so much of a ruckus on the way up that no one could have possibly missed that something was up even if they couldn't understand a word they said.

As Harry sat down a snake like voice bellowed from behind him. "Ah! Harry, so this is your lady friend. Well, better watch out or I will surely steel her from you. I must say she is quite a looker. That is I can look through her." Everyone around burst out laughing. "So, is it just that she is quiet or does she only talk to you?"

"Stop picking on him! Maybe he did have a girl in he's room, but she got one whiff of you down the hall and bolted."

"Oh, little Ron Weasley is standing up for Potter or are you acting nice so you can steel her away someday? We know you will never get a girl any other way." With that he walked back to the Slytherin table to eat.

Ron sat back down. "So, Harry, why did you want the compass anyways?"

"I told you it was for her."

"Oh... Well maybe someone is trying to make you miserable and got a girl from one of the other houses to help."

"No. She doesn't go to school here."

"Maybe it was an illusion."

"She was sitting on my book. She drooled on my bed."

"Mayb--"

"Maybe she was real, but it doesn't matter anymore because she is gone now. Back in America, going to school, living the life she lives when she is not hoping from bed to bed."

~*~

In the next couple of days things got back to normal. Malfoy still made fun of him a little, but it became old news fast. Anyways, to cheer up Harry, the Weasley twins charmed all of the toilet seats in Hogwarts to say 'Good day how may I be of service to you today' when anyone got an inch or two away. Yet Harry still couldn't get PJ out of his mind. Girls just don't pop up from half way around the world, ask for a compass and then leave. Not to mention the fact that the day after she disappeared there were fliers all around the school looking for a missing slice of chocolate cake and for anyone that had any knowledge of the missing slice to report to Dumbledore immediately. If only the fliers could fly better! Harry had already been pegged six times by dive-bombing fliers and Hermione has gotten two stuck in her hair.

~*~

Two weeks later Harry had completely forgotten about PJ. With Quidditch practice and school work he had been swamped. He has also been having problems with finding his bed unmade and his books lying about. Maybe someone was really trying to make him miserable. If so, they were doing a very good job at it. He'd been far too busy to even suspect anything, especially with Filch practically following him where ever he went.

Then the socks started to appear.

Day one: One yellow, one blue.

Day two: One green, one red.

Day three: Two blue, one with yellow stripes and the other plaid.

Every pair of socks was mismatched. Not one in thirty-two pairs were the same. If it wasn't the color it was at least the fabric and it only got worse. Near the end some even had frills and those ones seemed to be paired with the oddest ones he ever saw. Every day when he got back from class there was a new pair nicely sitting on his bed.

Day twenty-six: One purple with pink frills, the other three-foot long rainbow.

Day thirty: The nicest little white sock with the cutest little frill and knitted balls he had ever seen paired up with a huge monster of the smelliest, crustiest sock he had never imagined.

That was the day he started hearing rumors. The count was fifty-three socks missing from all over the school. One was even an iron sock that Filch was keeping for misbehaving students and he was threatening to let the thief wear them for the rest of the year. That's when he knew he had to do something. If he was caught with all of these socks no amount of talking toilets could help him. He had to do something that night. No matter what it takes he had to get those socks out of his room. Right about the time he is planning it all out Hermione comes in from behind making him jump so high that his books scatter all the way down the hall.

"Harry, I'm worried about you. Maybe you should hold of on Quidditch this year. You seem so stressed out. You need a break. All of this work can't be good for you. Come on, your not like me. You can't handle all of that work and the game."

"I'm okay there is nothing wrong. I can handle things." Harry couldn't help but squirm. He needed to get out of there fast. If she found out what was going on, who knows what would happen.

"Your acting like you up to something and I demand to know what it is."

"I'm not up to anything! I'm just busy that's all."

"Are you sure?" She gave him a look so crossed that he wished he could tell her, if it wasn't just to get rid of that stare, it would be to have someone to help him. But no, he remembered the last time he told her something and she turned her back on him. He wasn't going to get her involved this time. If she didn't need to know, he didn't have to tell her.

"There is absolutely nothing going on."

~*~

The day is finally over and Harry went straight to bed without even a glance at his friends in the common room. He would gather up the socks, use the invisibility cloak to sneak down stairs and leave the socks in the Forbidden Forest. That way either the creatures there will take care of them or Hagrid will find then and there will be no link to him.

That was exactly what he did. When everyone was asleep he snuck down with the socks. It was easy to get to the front door, but luck wasn't with him. Peeves had made a mess and Filch was right by the door cleaning it up. It seemed hopeless. How was he going to get Filch to leave? That's when it hit him. Rather hard too. Peeves was still about throwing things around and luckily he didn't notice the spoon hit Harry, otherwise Harry would be in for it. Without even thinking Harry picked up the spoon and throw it down the hall. The sound caught Filches ear and he want hurrying after. Then Harry bolted. All he had to do was slip through the door and he would be home free.

The door opened.

He closed it behind him.

A sigh of relief as he began down the stairs.

KERSPLANG!

He tripped over something on his way down. The socks fly everywhere, a mismatched rainbow of color. The last thing he heard as he ran back through the opened door was, "Peeves! You better not be making another mess!"

Without one bit of strength left in his body, he plopped into his bed and with an oomf he realizes something else has also plopped onto his bed.

"Konichiwa! Oh, wait. That would be Kunbanwa for you. You see I just got out of school, so you are probably just going to bed." She gave him a little matter-of-fact smile, as she still hasn't realized what she is sitting on.

"How'd you guess? Who are you? And what are you doing on me?" he replied tiredly.

"You don't remember me?" Her face was stricken in horror. "How could you not remember me? ME! Me of all people. That's... That's... That's understandable even if it is mean. Hmmf. I was just returning to give you back your compass. See, I got one of my own now." She held up a little plastic compass at the end of a key chain. "And I also got this book of world maps, so I can find my way around better. See, see! This is where I live and this is about were we are. However, for the life of me I cannot find a map with this building on it. I just don't get it. Oh, and I also found all of the socks I got for you outside. You know stairs do make a good sleeping spot. So, I brought them back for ya!"

Harry began to wonder if that sweet little smile was hiding pointy teeth

~*~