Pansy Parkinson And The Muggle Spirit From The Future

A small noise, very light and discreet, comes to interrupt my sleep. It was barely noticeable, but it bothers me anyway. — "Pattenrond, stop." — I murmur, still asleep.

It's clearly still very early, my alarm hasn't gone off yet, and according to my rather faulty biological clock, it must be around 6 am, which is pretty early for my night owl mind. I spent the night reading the new chapter of the fanfiction 'My Guardian Angel', which I waited for more than 10 days with the greatest impatience. So waking up at 6 was simply unthinkable. Plus, my alarm doesn't go off until 9, which gives me 3 more hours of sleep.

The noise becomes more insistent, which irritates me. Pattenrond, the orange cat I adopted 6 months ago, was making his morning rounds looking for snacks. He must have emptied his bowl, which I filled just before going to sleep precisely to prevent him from waking me up like that.

— "Pattenrond! I told you to stop! I'm trying to sleep!"

— "Who is Pattenrond?" — Says a male voice too close to my ear.

Too close, too. Which was... strange.

I don't remember having a boyfriend, much less bringing a man home last night. I live alone in a studio in the center of Rabat, with my cat who is neither pretty nor friendly, and a little grumpy. So, unless I have learned to speak, nothing in my environment should be able to form complete sentences, or sentences at all.

But, still half asleep, I answer the question. — "The cat, you have to feed it, it must be hungry."

— "Since when do you have a cat?" — Replies the male voice. It sounded slurred as if the person speaking to me was bored to death.

— "Since I had a cat," — I say, irritated. Why did my subconscious choose this time of day to debate with me about my pet's existence?

— "What do you mean subconscious? Wake up, you're going to be late for Snape's class." — He murmured, the voice receding, followed by a shuffling step that had nothing to do with Pattenrond's graceful movements. 

I strain my ears, fully awake now, but not opening my eyes.

There was a lot of movement in my house, really a lot. I hear people whispering, then laughing out loud, a musty smell fills my nostrils, as if my sheets haven't seen the sun in centuries. I instinctively reach out for my phone, but I can't find it. My hand touches a hanging cloth, so I half open one eye, then the other, I see drawn white curtains, an emerald green pillow, and sheets of the same color.

I sit up suddenly in bed, but no, this had nothing to do with my bed. Looking around, this had nothing to do with my room!

Laughter echoes behind the curtains, I force them open, and half a dozen teenagers look at me, laughing out loud. They are all wearing long, identical black robes, and they are looking at me smiling!

— "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PANSY!"

I'm left speechless, but what are they saying? Who are these people? And who is that... Pansy? 

A flash echoes in my head: a large four-poster bed, emerald green covers, the smell of mold, teenagers in black robes... I detail the robe of the boy who approaches me, and recognize the emblem he wears before he hugs me awkwardly... It is the symbol of the Slytherin house, from the Harry Potter saga.

And the boy in question must be Draco Malfoy, clearly identifiable thanks to his blonde hair. But wait a minute! What did they call me? 

— "Hey! Pansy, you must be on cloud nine now! Draco is finally hugging you!" — Someone mocks, it is a female voice. 

PANSY? THE PANSY!? PANSY PARKINSON? Without a second's hesitation, I violently get rid of the blonde's embrace and head, under everyone's astonished gaze, towards the door that I think is the bathroom door, to look at myself in the mirror. 

— "No, no, no, it's impossible, this is a NIGHTMARE!"

Shocked, I look at the reflection of this teenager I barely know night-black hair cut into a shoulder-length bob, pale complexion, small dark black eyes that could shoot deadly rays, a full mouth, a small pointed nose, and high cheekbones. Pansy is far from the grotesque description that Rowling made in her novel; It's quite pretty.

But it can't really be Pansy, I'm probably dreaming. No? Also, what if I went to bed again? I'm sure I'll wake up in my bed, in MY apartment, in Rabat, and prepare my breakfast laughing at myself for this brief escape into the magical world. I could even tell Farah, I'm sure she would find it funny. I hear her say to me from here: 'You should stop your fanaticism a little, it's already going to your head,' and I would answer: 'Oh! But stop it, Farah, it's just a dream, a... horrible dream!'

Deciding that this is the solution, I return to bed, always under the gaze of the teenagers who had not moved since the beginning of my little existential crisis.

— "I'm going to go to bed, and I don't want to hear a fly fly. I may be in a teenager's body right now, but I'm still an adult, so you little brats, mind your own business and let me get back to reality!"

And, joining the gesture to the word, I get into bed. Under the astonished gazes of 5 pairs of youthful eyes.

— "Pansy! What is this story? Do you have a fever? Do you want us to take you to see Pomfrey?" — Says a half-blood, approaching slowly.

He was a tall and very handsome boy, and very, very handsome. He approaches me and extends his arm to touch my forehead. I watch him do it, hypnotized. His deep eyes of a beautiful chocolate color look at me, concerned, surely evaluating my mental health.

— "Well, you don't have a fever, obviously." — He concludes, like the perfect little doctor that he is not.

I recovered! Did I just think of a minor with the words handsome, very handsome? No, certainly not!

— "And what are you? A doctor? Do you have a thermometer attached to your skin? If you want to play Dr. House, do it with your friends. I'm going to close my eyes now, and I hope that when I wake up, I won't see any of you."

— "But what's wrong with you, Pansy? We have gone out of our way to prepare a damn birthday surprise for you and so you thank us?! And also, what is the language you're using? What's that?"

— "I'm not Pansy! I am a person who is living a particularly horrible nightmare and who wants to sleep to return to her world! And that's not called... Oh, what a disaster! If I had to dream about Harry Potter, why did it have to be Pansy? Why not Hermione, or Ginny, or Luna, or Cho, or Lavender? I would have been happy to be Miss Teigne! Why did it have to be Pansy!?"

The small group that had been watching me until that moment exchanged glances. Draco took the young half-blood by the arm, encouraging him to get up.

— "We'll tell Snape that you're not feeling well and that you'll go to the infirmary when you can get up," — He tells me in his slurred voice that annoys me more and more, then he looks at the other boy, who is still sitting and refuses to move. — "Blaise, let's go, I'm sure she'll wake up better later."

— "Well, it's about time! Come on, get away, get away!"

My behavior surprises me. I am a naturally calm person, I don't like conflicts and I try to say nice and kind things. But now, I don't know if it's because of this dream or because of the impudent nature of the girl I'm supposed to be, but I can't help but be a little evil.

The boy who answers to the name Blaise looks at me, and in a split second, I see a spark of sadness in his chocolate eyes, which disappears as quickly as it appears. His gaze becomes mocking and a sarcastic smile appears on his lips as he stands up.

— "Bravo Pansy, very good performance, you are starting your 14 years well! We wanted to surprise you, but the opposite happened."

— "Your gifts are there," — Says the very high-pitched and frankly repulsive voice of the only girl in the group, whom I just saw for the first time and I no longer like.

She points to a table next to the bed, probably a desk, but it is far from fulfilling its purpose since it is full of perfumes, makeup products, and other things insignificant to me. I grimace; Frankly, Pansy is the worst dream choice.

I study the group still around me, probably wondering if they should leave or wait a little longer for me to laugh and say 'Ahaha, I fooled you all!'

— "You must be Crabbe and Goyle, right?" — I say, more like a statement than a question, and without realizing it, my nose wrinkles in a grimace of disgust. I've always hated these two idiots. They looked like two pit bulls on two legs, but stupider. 

— "And I'm Tracey," — The girl declares, always with a high-pitched voice. You could swear she talks with her nose and not her mouth. This time it seems a little fun; Judging by her comment, she seem to think I'm joking.

— "I didn't ask you to speak. I'm talking to the two cretins."

— "Pansy, I think you're going a little too far..."

— "Listen...uh, Blaise? I like you, you are quite handsome and you seem more mature for your age. But here I am the adult. OK?"

— "Well, guys, let's go, let's leave her alone, maybe she's going crazy," — Draco's slurred voice stopped Blaise as he tried to say something. 

— "Very well," — The half-blood resigns. — "We'll let you rest, maybe last night's alcohol has gone to your head!"

— "Why do minors drink here at this school?! But this is a SCANDAL!" — I exclaimed. — "Even I, at 35 years old, have never had a drop in my life! And these brats…"

As if they had silently agreed, the five students who are keeping me company decide to leave the room in a single movement, leaving me alone in the room. I take a deep breath and decide to go to bed to sleep, and then wake up in the cute little apartment that I love so much.

And I already miss my phone...

=*=*=*=*=

— "Lilya?"

— "Oh no, what now?!"

 — "Lilya, wake up. We need to talk before you come back."

 — "But leave me alone! Why does everyone insist on waking me up today?"

I wake up and sit up, folding my legs under me, and looking around. It's not my room yet, it's another dream.

I examine the place where I am if you can call this dark, space a 'place.' It's like I'm in space, but without stars or planets, and yet I feel the ground under my bent legs. It is both finite and infinite, empty without being non-existent, like a place trapped in space-time of which it is impossible to see the end, or an intersection between two superimposed universes, or parallel, what do I know. In any case, the little knowledge of quantum physics that I acquired years ago after watching one or two documentaries is of no use to me in circumstances like these, and besides, for God's sake! Why do I bother? This is just a boring dream that I will surely wake up from in a few minutes without remembering anything.

As the silence drags on, I let out an irritated sigh. — "They wake me up because it's urgent, but they don't want to tell me more. Can I go back to sleep, please? Whoever you are, have mercy on this traveling soul, and let me sleep in peace."

— "I knew you were the perfect person." — Says the voice. It was a deep, calm voice, with a touch of delight. It had an instant effect; I quickly felt at ease, and confident.

— "Perfect for what?"

— "To go to Hogwarts, of course! What a question!"

— "First, where are you hiding? Then where are we? And what is this Hogwarts thing about?"

— "One question at a time, Lilya! I am not hiding, I am everywhere and nowhere, simply because, at this very moment, we are in your mind."

 — "My mind? I didn't think I had such a gloomy mind."

— "Not at all, it's not because it's dark here that your mind is. It is just a representation, it does not devalue the quality of your mind at all."

 — "Well, okay, what am I doing here?" 

— "However, your IQ leaves a lot to be desired..."

— "Hey!"

 — "I'm kidding! You are here because you wanted to be."

— "What?"

— "What date is today?"

— "Monday, October 28, 2024."

— "Exactly!" — I was speechless. The voice, no matter how calming it was, was beginning to irritate me. Surely sensing my exasperation, the voice continued. — "On Monday, October 28, 2024, the last Monday of an Octagon year, if you make a wish right before going to sleep, your wish will come true."

— "I didn't make any wishes."

— "Well, I understood that you wanted to be transported to the magical world and study at Hogwarts."

 — "…" — I was speechless. What is my troubled mind saying? Has fatigue destroyed the last vestiges of my consciousness? To the point where I find myself dreaming that I'm trapped in my skull, listening to my mind talk nonsense? I need to consult a doctor. 

— "You are as sane as I am." — The voice in my head said, calmly. 

— "Is that supposed to calm me down?" — I responded, immediately. 

There was a small chuckle, followed by a clearing of the throat, no doubt my mind was mocking me. — "What do you know about Hogwarts?"

— "Enough to know that it is an imaginary place and that the probability of me being there is equivalent to that of seeing a dragon dancing tango."

 — "Lilya, there is nothing imaginary about Hogwarts, and at this very moment, you are now part of its students."

— "Ah, it's true, I'm that Parkinson, the plague. In fact, if I had a wish, why not fulfill it completely? I wish I were Hermione!"

— "Wishes are partially fulfilled, except when the last Monday in October of the year the Octagon falls on 30."

— "Halloween night?"

— "Correct. So, instead of falling into a 30, you end up in Parkinson's body. And by the way, she's not as vile as she seems."

— "Okay! But what about my body? My real body...?"

— "In your world, you no longer exist, you have been completely absorbed by a new universe, and by definition, also the memories of your surroundings. And Miss Parkinson, her soul at least, no longer exists, so now you are the happy owner of her body."

— "Happy my ass! But I don't want it! I want to return home and find my Pattenrond, my parents, my sister and brother, and my friends."

 — "To make such a wish, you will have to wait for the next perfect Octagon."

— "And what is this Octagon thing?!"

— "An Octagon is a year in which the sum of its figures equals 8. We are in 2024, 2+0+2+4 = 8."

— "What nonsense! And when does this perfect Octo-machine fall?"

— "On October 30, 2015, 21 years from now."

— "I will return home, whatever the cost, whatever it may be." — A heavy silence was present, as dense as it was uncomfortable.

— "Okay, in the meantime, you should learn to live in the magical world. Miss Parkinson's memories have been lost with her soul, so it will not be an easy task, you will have to rebuild the pieces and adapt. Currently, you are in the fourth year, you will have to catch up on three years of classes. Oh, and another thing, don't try to force destiny, what must happen, will happen. People who should love each other will love each other, and those who should hate each other will hate each other. Those who must die will die, and those who must live will live..."

— "Okay, I understand!"

— "I'm afraid that's not the case, so I'll add that if the fate of the characters changes, this universe will collapse, and no one will be left, not even you." — I feel a chill.

The prospect of being left in the void is not very encouraging, just being here is giving me claustrophobia.

At the same time, it's not like all this talk is real...

— "Well, I'm going to go... do my things." — I was already thinking about the meeting later and the points that needed to be discussed.

— "I'm afraid that your real occupations are different from what you are thinking. You have already missed Potions class, Spells class is at 1:00 p.m., ask your classmates to take you." — And then, without giving myself the chance to respond, I feel expelled, I open my eyes in a burst of panic, those damn curtains are still there. 

I feel like crying with rage.

I blink several times as if to erase the completely green vision in front of me. This horrible dream is starting to take a pretty dangerous turn, and I don't like that at all.

Still, I decide to get out of bed and head towards the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror remains the same, the same black hair, the same pale tone, and the same terrifying eyes. This girl looks like one of those dolls sold in Barbie stores, but no Barbie has a look as evil as hers. This girl is really… scary.

What if I try to smile?

A grimace appears on the pale face reflected in the mirror. With an expression like that, even dragons could be scared. I try to make the smile a little warmer, showing the young woman's bright white teeth, but the result is not very satisfactory. She looked more like Maleficent, Snow White's stepmother.

— "And to think that I'm starting to believe that I'm going to spend the rest of my life in this body…"

— "Do you feel better?"

— "Not really, I'll never get used to this scary face." — I'm startled, I just inadvertently responded to someone. Turning around, I find myself face to face with Blaise and Drago, the latter not looking particularly happy to be there.

— "You weren't kidding when you said you weren't Pansy, were you?"

Drago sighed, exasperated. He doesn't believe it, but he probably does it to please his friend. So they must be very close, I wonder where I stand in their group.

— "No, I'm not Pansy. According to what they explained to me, I disappeared from my world and landed here, in this body."

— "And where is... Pansy?"

— "They told me... They told me... that her spirit has..." — I'm silent, I don't think it's a good idea to say more.

— "Has...?"

— "She is in my body, we exchanged bodies, that's all."

— "You said you disappeared from your world."

— "Eh, I was referring to my spirit, yes, that's right, my spirit."

— "You have no evidence."

— "I can give you proof. What date is today?"

— "October 26, 1994."

— "It's fourth year, so I'm in 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'."

— "Why are you talking about Potter?" — Draco had just spit out his enemy's name in disgust.

— "Because he was the hero of the books I read, and then..."

— "You're doing it on purpose, huh? Are you doing this on purpose to make me angry because I refused to go out with you? Why are you talking about that bloody Potter all of a sudden?"

Speaking, he had approached me, pressing me against the wall, with a menacing look in his eyes. Blaise tried to get him away from me but without much success.

— "Listen to me, young man, this is the last time you speak to me with that tone. I don't know what you're talking about and I don't want to know, so more education, okay?"

I pushed him firmly, and he backed away immediately, with a surprised look. 

Looking at myself in the mirror gave me chills. I didn't know a human face could make that kind of grimace. Her eyes were narrowed, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth tight and her nose upturned, an expression of anger and disgust at the same time. The beauty she saw before was gone. In the end, Rowling was kind of right, it was because of this girl that they created the expression 'Be pretty and shut up.'

I try to relax, these types of expressions must be eliminated from now on. If I want to rebuild a new reputation, I don't have to show myself at a disadvantage.

— "So, as I said, 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.' Have the other schools arrived yet?

— "Do you mean Durmstrang and Beauxbâtons? You read the ad, they arrive on Friday."

— "So, not yet..." — I reflected, trying to use all my useless neurons to remember the events of late October. Blaise seemed to be enjoying my 'deception.' — "Very well, they will arrive in the afternoon after classes, in carriages for Beauxbâtons and by boat for Durmstrang, then what is going to happen? A welcome party, Barty Crouch and the other one, the head of the sports department, will arrive. They will present the Goblet of Fire and the conditions…" — I murmur, but the others, hanging on my lips, are surprised by the amount of details I let out.

— "Does Beauxbâtons arrive by carriage?"

— "Yes, pulled by flying horses, who only drink 'Pur Malt Whiskey'," — I say, repeating Madame Maxim's words and imitating her exaggerated accent.

The boys look at me, then burst into laughter.

— "Your imagination, Pansy..."

— "Let me concentrate! What did it say about the conditions...? Oh yes, the age limit to over 17 years old, then there will be 24 hours to apply, then, then..."

— "Then, actually, it's a big joke by Pansy to spite us."

— "I'll tell you who will be chosen."

Now the two boys are looking at me like I'm an alien, which wasn't that far from the truth, given the circumstances.

— "Victor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, and..."

— "If you add another person, it will seem suspicious, it's not called the Triwizard Tournament for nothing."

— "Harry Potter." — I finish. At my serious face, they both start laughing again, so hard they have tears in their eyes. — "Very well, we will end this conversation when the results come out. If I'm right, you'll help me with my studies, I'll have to learn everything from the beginning, a less than happy prospect, but I don't have a choice, Pansy took all her memories with her."

— "What if you're wrong?"

— "That's not going to happen, but hey, I'll grant you a wish, one for each of you."

— "Deal."

— "Now, tell me, what do we have this afternoon?"

— "Spells, you should get dressed and go down to eat something, there's less than an hour left."

— "While I wait until Friday, I will need help, can I stay with you two?"

Drago sighs, exasperated, and leaves the room, muttering under his breath. 

Blaise, for his part, responds with a hint of amusement. — "My dear Pansy, your idea of ​​traveling spirits and changing bodies is brilliant. Draco can't escape from you anymore!"

Without giving me time to protest, he winks at me and leaves too, but not before mentioning that they are waiting for me in the Common Room.

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