Harry Potter and the Latin Class from Hell

Aimie´s amethyst amulet (Try saying that three times fast!)

Next chapter! Thanks to the people who reviewed the last one.

Yeah, thanks! I was in shock.

You need to have more faith in my abilities, Vicky.

What abilities would these be?

Hey! And anyway, you wrote one of them. You strange, sad, blonde individual.

What´s wrong with being blonde?

If you don´t know, I won´t tell you.

Well, fine. Ok, here we are. Aimie´s at Hogwarts. But where is everyone else? (I.e. me?!)

*Evil laughter...*

Aimie! Oh, and by the way, are you going to meet up with Harry and the others?

*Shocked voice* What, new girl at Hogwarts meeting up with Harry and co.? What do you think, Vicky?

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What hath gone before

: For some totally unfeasible reason, Aimie has come into possession of a magical amulet, which has transported her into the magical world of Harry Potter. The others that traveled with her (her Latin class and teacher) have been rather carelessly misplaced somewhere around magical England. She is currently at Hogwarts School, trying to unravel the mystery of what the hell just happened...

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White... Everything was white. A room swam into focus. Aimie stared around her. Everything was stark white, and there was a bright haze in front of her eyes. She also felt rather detached from everything.

What happened? Am I dead and in some heavenly waiting room?

(A/N Like that´s gonna happen!) she thought to herself. No, it looked like a hospital. Plus, she was pretty sure she wouldn´t have a splitting headache in heaven.

"Awake dear? Now just eat as much of that chocolate beside you as possible, I´ll be there in a minute."

Though she couldn´t deny that heaven was a possibility.

"Are you alright there? You look a little disorientated." A woman bustled over and checked her temperature.

"Hi. Could you please direct me to the pearly gates?"

The woman chuckled. "You´re a little confused. (A/N Yes!) You´re in the Hogwarts infirmary. I´m Madame Pomfrey."

Aimie flopped back onto the bed. Several responses chased each other around inside her head, ranging from fainting again to `AGGGGGHHHHHHH! I´M NOT REAL! I´M IN A BOOK!´

But what she actually said was:

"Ok. Cool."

"Yes, quite," said Madame Pomfrey absently. "Do eat that chocolate, and then maybe you could tell us what happened to you. It´s not every day we find an unconscious girl in muggle clothing lying outside the school gates."

"I´ll bet." She bit down on the chocolate. "Um...you didn´t happen to find a silver necklace anywhere near me, did you?"

" You´re wearing it, dear."

She touched the thin chain around her neck. "So I am. Was it on the ground or something?"

The nurse gave her a confused look. "No, dear, you were wearing it, like you are now."

"Oh. That´s very odd..." She had been sure she had it in her hand before she collapsed. She looked up sharply. "Could I speak to Professor Dumbledore, do you think?"

"Well, certainly, I´m sure he wants to chat and... how do you know our headmasters name?"

What could she say?

`Well actually you´re all just characters in a story which I appear to have been thrown into the middle of, and I happen to be a bit of a fan?´

No.

"That´s kind of what I want to talk to him about."

Madame Pomfrey gave her a `humour the poor deluded child´ smile.

(A/N: I use that a lot.)

"Of course, dear. Can you stand? Good, I´ll take you up to his office immediately, then. What is your name, anyway?"

"I´m Aimie. Aimie Scott." (A/N: Bond. James Bond. :D) Aimie stood, noticing that she was still dressed in her school uniform of black shoes, navy skirt, tights and blazer, and the ever-popular apple-green blouse.

Students dressed in long black robes gave her curious glances as she passed them in the corridors. She didn´t blame them, in her school uniform she must look a right idiot.

(A/N: And what else is new?)

They came to a statue. Madame Pomfrey said `Acid pop!´ loudly, and it came to life and hopped aside. They traveled up the revolving staircase, until she thought she would be sick.

(A/N: I don´t travel well.)

They came to a stop in front of a large door, which opened before them.

"Albus, this is Aimie. Our unexpected visitor." said the nurse.

A very old wizard bearing a remarkable resemblance to Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings films looked up.

"Ah, thank you, Poppy. Come in Aimie. Do sit down. How are you feeling? Better?

She nodded, feeling slightly unreal.

Good. I assume you are familiar with the magical world? Please tell me how you managed to get here."

"Well, Sir...." She took the pendant from around her neck, carefully avoiding his enquiry about her knowledge of magic. "I think it was this."

"Ah. May I have a look?"

She handed it over. He studied the amulet intensely, muttering things like; "Hmmm...pure silver...amethyst...do you know your star sign?" The professor asked.

"Err...Aquarius," she replied.

"Excellent, excellent...now then, these inscriptions," He handed it back to her. "Can you understand what they say?"

She bit her lip. She had taken Latin for four years, but there hadn´t really been much learning involved. "Not really."

"Never mind. Just give me a minute... Offer prayers to the goddess Minerva, advance to the gate...the magical gate with the purple border."

"I see!" said Aimie, smiling brightly.

He looked impressed. "Really?"

"...No. Not really."

"That´s perfectly all right. I think I do. First, could you please tell me what happened, right from the beginning." So, Aimie proceeded to tell him all about what had occurred in that afternoon´s lesson.

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".... So that´s how I got here. Now could you tell me what this thing is?" she asked.

"Certainly," Dumbledore smiled. "I believe that pendant of yours is one of the controlling charms between the muggle and magical worlds. Some are muggle-made, and stop at the power to transport the wearer between the magical and muggle universes, but ones like yours were made by wizards. They have more interesting powers. Once the amulet has found one of it´s owners suitable, it bonds to them, giving them increased magical powers."

She stared. "Well...forgive me for saying so, but aren´t I a muggle? I didn´t think I had any powers to increase!"

(A/N Yeah, my thoughts exactly!)

"Oh, pretty much everyone has at least some magical powers. With that amulet, your magical abilities will be at around the same level as any normal wizard or witch. The longer you spend studying it, the better you will become at controlling it." He chuckled suddenly. "You may also find that it almost has a personality. They are extremely protective of their owners."

"Cool, then. But do you know where all my friends are? I know they came too, but they´re nowhere here."

"Only you know where to find them." He said solemnly.

(A/N: No, she doesn´t!)

No I don´t!

She thought desperately.

"Use the amulet, Aimie."

(A/N: Yes, use the force, Luke!)

"Concentrate on one of your friends, then concentrate on the pendant."

Like that´s gonna work, she thought. But still, it was the only shot she had. Who was the most likely to get into trouble of her class?

Oh, that one was hard.

She pictured Deejay, then stared into the purple stone. It was a lovely colour, she noticed, going deeper and deeper, and deeper....

The forest was black and shadowy, totally silent except for the sound of leaves rustling in the light breeze.

And the sound of Deejay´s voice yelling from the ground.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PICKING ON ME FOR? YOU´RE ALL OUT TO GET ME, I CAN TELL!"

Several very baffled-looking fauns had surrounded him, but looked unsure as to what to do with him. The rest of the fauns, Aimie could see, were dancing joyfully around a huge bonfire.

"Look, I´m quite happy to go away and let you have your orgy in peace, so just let me up, would you!"

Aimie laughed, and this broke her contact with the amulet, causing the forest to fade around her.

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(A/N: This was originally where the second chapter finished, but as it and the chapter after it (this next bit) are very boring, I decided to put the two boring bits together, then the real adventure can start in the next one! Ok?

Fine by me! I wrote some of this next bit!

Ah, yes. See if you can guess which part.)

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"Wow!" Aimie gasped. "That was...not something that usually happens."

Dumbledore smiled. "It works, doesn´t it? I´m going to send you down to get something to eat, and maybe a change of clothes too...."

"If that´s a subtle way of telling me my uniform sucks, I know," she said. "Green blouses? It´s sheer cruelty."

"Quite." He threw a handful of powder into the fire. "Miss Granger? Come up to my office please."

Hermione Granger? Interesting...

The expected girl stepped out of the fire, fluffy hair, prefect badge and all.

"Ah, Miss Granger, this is Aimie. She´s visiting the school today. If you could get her some clean clothes from a spare room and take her down to dinner when it´s time, that would be very helpful of you." Professor Dumbledore was saying.

Hermione smiled. "Hello. I´m the prefect for Gryffindor house."

Aimie just stared for a minute, then gathered her wits and held out her hand for Hermione to shake. "Nice to meet you."

"Now then Miss Granger. Aimie is here under rather...unusual circumstances, but I think we can smooth things over. She´ll tell you all about it in a minute. See you a little later, Aimie. Miss Granger will look after you now." said the head teacher.

"Bye sir, and uh...thanks." Aimie said faintly, as she was led into the spacious fireplace, and out into a circular room decorated in red and gold.

"So where did you come from?" Hermione was saying, as she stared around the room. "You definitely sound English, but this is the only English magic school. Did you have a private tutor or something?"

"No, I went to normal school. Up until now I´ve been a muggle."

She stopped walking and frowned. "Oh, but you can´t be. Muggles can´t see Hogwarts, and you certainly would be in a lot of shock if you were." The girl shrugged and continued, taking all in her stride.

Aimie was at a loss for words, but the other girl wasn´t paying attention.

"Never mind, tell me later. Here´s a spare room. Well, I say room, it looks more like a cupboard to me, but it´s private. There are clothes in the cupboard, and they fit anyone, clever isn´t it? I´ll wait for you in the common room, shall I?"

The by now very confused Latin student blinked. "Oh...That would be great. thanks."

"Okay, see you in a minute!" The prefect smiled, waved and walked off. Aimie felt a little shell-shocked. The books didn´t mention how terrifyingly enthusiastic Hermione was.

After changing, she made her way back to the common room, and found Hermione talking to two boys, one with red hair, the other with black.

She went and sat down. "Hi Hermione. Hi Ron. Hi Harry."

"Hi Aimie. This is...you know them." Hermione looked questioning.

"By reputation only." Harry looked unsurprised, and Ron looked pleased.

"How?" He asked.

She attempted to look mysterious, and managed to look extremely stoned. "I just know."

Heheh...Inside information...blackmail...so many opportunities, so little time.

She managed (with difficulty) to refocus her eyes, and looked around to check no one else was listening. "Dumbledore told me to fill you in on how I´m here, so here goes. You see, I have this necklace..."

**Intermission**

**End intermission**

"...So I´m here, and I have six friends and a Latin teacher lost somewhere in the magical world. Which is a little excessive, even for someone as careless as me."

"Cool!" Ron looked delighted. Hermione, on the other hand, looked horrified.

"You LOST your Latin class? AND your teacher?!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, I´m going to find them, of course. They can hardly do magic, after all."

"Neither can you!" Pointed out Hermione, helpfully.

"I can, actually. Apparently my pendant will start giving me power, (A/N: Mmm...power...) I know a few spells, this thing should help me, and maybe someone," she smiled at Hermione. "Would help me...?"

The girl tried not to look too pleased. "Of course I will."

"Great. I could use a wand though, I´ll have to get one. Using magic without a wand is very...impossible."

Just at that moment, (A/N: Convenient, eh? *Coughplotholecough*), a messenger ran through the portrait hole.

"´Scuse me, is anyone here Aimie Scott? Professor Dumbledore told me to give you this."

"Thanks." She took the parcel and opened it. Inside it were seven wands, made of different types of wood. There was a note too.

These wands are for you and your friends, when you find them. I am sure Miss Granger, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley will be able to instruct you in their use.

"So that´s a magic amulet? I thought I´d never see one of those. But even is you can, your friends won´t be able to use magic, you know." (A/N: Shut up, Hermione!)

"But Dumbledore said they could. How do I get that to happen?"

"Well, I think you can use linking charms on the people you want to be affected. I read about in `Powerful magical objects and their properties´."

"Great. Can you tell me how?"

"Hang on, I´ll get the book." Hermione dashed upstairs. Ron and Harry sighed.

"So what are you really going to do about this? Other than listen to Hermione go on about your necklace´s magical properties, obviously."

Aimie looked at Harry. "What I said. I´m going to find them all." (A/N: Well. Aren´t you noble.)

"Err...how?"

"Well, I can use this to locate them, and then just go there." The boys looked at her as though she was insane.

And let´s face it...she probably was.

"Here it is!" Hermione was back, clutching a large black volume. "Look, I even found the right chapter."

"Ok, thanks." she said, taking the book, and reading the first few lines.

The amulets of portae praetexta are known for their magical power. When worn by a person they find compatible to their strength, they will bond to that person, giving them enhanced magical ability, powers of transportation, and the power to share their magic with people selected by their host. The host and those bound to the amulet and also have a greatly increased life span, like the most powerful witches and wizards (For example Helga Hufflepuff, Merlin, Morgan Le Faye, and Albus Dumbledore.)

Many other powers are attributed to these amulets, but because of their rarity, there is no proof of what they are. It is generally considered that the powers vary according to the personality of the host.

Aimie sat up in shock. "So this is going to reflect my personality?!"

(A/N: Oh my god, everyone take cover now!)

She shook her head, (A/N: Trying to shut Vicky up.) and stood. "Well, thanks for your help, I´ll be off."

"What?!"

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute!" The other three ran in front of her.

"How do you expect to just go out and find them? I mean, even Harry here wouldn´t do something that thick..."

"Hey!"

"Ron´s right..."

"Oh, thanks, Hermione..."

"Not about you being thick, idiot! About just going out and looking. You don´t even know where to look!" whispered Hermione, glancing around the common room. Thankfully, it was now deserted.

"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, people. I was actually hoping I´d figure out how to use this amulet thing, so I could use it to locate them," Aimie was saying.

Harry looked doubtful. "There´s still no way you´d last long outside school. I think we should come too."

Ron looked delighted. "Yeah, great! Lets go."

"What about lessons?! We can´t just leave school!" put in Hermione.

"That´s the idea isn´t it?" Ron muttered.

"It´s the weekend tomorrow, Hermione. We don´t have any lessons." Harry grinned at her.

"Oh, but...oh. I forgot that." She went slightly pink.

"So are you three going to come or not? If you are, now would be a good time."

They nodded. "Just let us get some stuff." They all hurtled up the stairs.

Aimie was left on her own by the fire. Having nothing else to do, she opened the package of wands again. Handy that Dumbledore just happened to have a load of wands not belonging to anyone.

(A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know, but sending her to Ollivander´s would stretch this chapter stupidly long, and be incredible boring. Just let me have my poetic license, ok?)

She picked up each wand in turn until one glowed and spat silver sparks at her. Hoping that was a good sign, she shoved it into her pocket, then wrapped up the rest and put them into one of her cloak´s pockets.

Hermione came dashing down the stairs, wrapped in a thick travelling cloak, and with a heavy-looking satchel over one shoulder.

"Harry and Ron will be down in a minute. Do you want to take anything?"

Aimie shook her head. "Nope, I took all my stuff out of my blazer, everything´s in the cloak pockets."

The two boys came running down the stairs. "Ready!"

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They walked carefully through the school corridors. They had discovered that four people under one invisibility cloak were extremely uncomfortable. As soon as they were out in the grounds, Harry pulled off the cloak. "Ok, which way?"

Aimie tried to pull herself together. (A/N: Her limbs frequently became disengaged during moments of stress.)

Ok, Vicky´s the least likely to be shocked and has the best Harry Potter knowledge, so her first.

She concentrated on her friend´s face, reaching out and scanning the area... Her head snapped around to the right.

"That way!" She pointed towards the forest. They started to hurry in that direction, when a harsh, cold voice rang across the grounds.

"Potter!"

"Oh no," muttered Ron. "Snape!"

"Fantastic." said Harry. "Just who we really needed to bump into. Anyone have any ideas?"

"Yes. We bribe the giant squid with chocolate frogs to jump out of the lake and eat him." Aimie replied, picking an idea at random from her head.

Harry just looked at her.

"I do!" said Hermione. (Surprise, surprise) "Just agree with what I say."

"Do we ever do anything else?" Ron shot back as Professor Snape neared them.

"Potter. Explain yourself!" He snarled. "And who is that?" He added when he noticed Aimie.

"This is Aimie, professor." Hermione said, with a meaningful look at the other three. "She´s a visitor to the school, and Professor Dumbledore told us to show her around."

Snape stood silently for a moment, trying to find something that they were doing wrong. Aimie tried to look innocent, inquiring and respectful at the same time. She ended up looking stoned. Again.

"Very well." The teacher growled finally. "Be sure you get inside as soon as you are done." Then he turned and stalked off.

"Good cover, Hermione. Come on, let´s go before someone else shows up."

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They were deep in the forest. All four were feeling more than slightly edgy. Aimie was frowning at thin air.

"She´s here somewhere! Really close. We´re looking for a girl my age, but slightly smaller, shoulder length blonde hair, fair skin and brown eyes."

Aimie looked around as if expecting Vicky to suddenly materialize out of thin air. (If you think about it, this wasn´t totally in the realms of impossibility)

"What´s she wearing?" asked Hermione.

"Dark blue skirt and blazer, and a very bright apple green blouse." The boys stared at her.

"That´s your uniform?"

Aimie glared. "Well, don´t look at me. It was hardly my idea."

Ron suppressed a grin. "Ok...well at least she shouldn´t be too hard to spot."

He ducked as the girl took a swipe at him. They all spread out to look.

A white shape contrasting with the black of the forest floor suddenly caught Harry's eye. As he pushed past branches the light of his wand illuminated the clearing, and he beheld the white shape was a girl. Time seemed to freeze, never before had Harry beheld such beauty - he remembered the unicorn he had seen in his first year, but that seemed dull in comparison - he gazed down on her in wonder, hardly believing his eyes. She started to wake, and as she looked round, their eyes met. An explosion seemed to take place in Harry's heart. He had thought it only a fairytale, but there was no denying it - this was true love at first sight...

!!!!!!!!!!STOP!!!!!!!!!!

Vicky.

Aimie. What?

.........

What?!

What you just wrote was...no. Just no, Vicky. I´m re-writing it.

But why? It´s beautiful!

It sucks. You may not have Harry. I may not have Harry. I am an H/G shipper all the way. Harry will not fall in love with an OC. Neither will anyone else. End of discussion.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Harry spotted a flash of bright green. "Over here!"

Aimie ran over. Pushing aside branches, he saw a girl lying in a dead faint on the floor. "Is this her?"

"Yep, that´s Vicky." She pulled out her wand.

"Do you want me to wake her up?" He asked.

"No, I know this spell. I need to practice." She suddenly looked at him thoughtfully. "Actually, Harry...you might want to let Ron and Hermione stand in front of you." Looking puzzled, he moved, and she held her wand out over her friend. "Enervate."

Absolutely nothing happened.

"Er...you pronounce it En-er-vayt, not En-ervayt."

She looked embarrassed. "I knew that. Enervate." This time, the girl stirred and opened her eyes.

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So...I´d better start re-writing the next chapter now... (I actually have quite a few written, but they´re awful, hence the re-doing.)

How will Vicky take the news that she is in a different dimension? Will Aimie find the rest of her friends? How is Deejay getting on with the fauns? Why did Aimie want Harry to stand back from Vicky? (I wonder.) Why did Harry and the others trust Aimie in the first place? Find out next chapter! (Or, possibly the next one)

I still don´t know what was wrong with my bit...

Quiet, Vicky.

*Both girls glow for a couple of seconds then disappear.*