A/N: omg guys we are so sorry it took so long to review. One of us moved away and we just now had time to finish it. I hope you guys don't hate us. Well enjoy the last half of the story.

Back in the white space thingy Harry and Emma sat across each other their legs folded. Emma who hated silence decided to start a conversation.

"So, Um, I'm eleven years old, how old are you?" She asked. Harry pondered.

"Wow, I'm eleven too!" Harry exclaimed. He knew he shouldn't have lied but she was hot!

"You look older than eleven?" Emma questioned. Harry nodded slowly.

"I'm tall for my age…" He said.

"So, what are your hobbies?" Emma asked, obviously seeking conversation.

"I'm the Gryffindor seeker." Harry said proudly. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"What the heck is that?" she asked.

"I seek for Gryffindor," he explained.

"What?" She asked, getting annoyed. Harry sighed.

"I PLAY QUIDDITCH!" he yelled. From afar the other couples looked at him.

"What is that?" Emma blinked. Harry giving up hope of impressing Emma shook his head.

"It's nothing a girl like you would understand."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Emma snapped. Harry put his hand over his mouth.

"Um, I didn't mean it like it sounded, it's just we're a little different."

"It's because I'm white isn't it?" she asked. Harry blinked at her.

"Um, I'm white too…" He said. Emma allowed her mouth to drop.

"You could always be a Michael Jackson case, for all I know." She said. Harry stood up and placed a hand on his hip.

"Oh no you didn't," Harry snapped, sounding like a girl. Emma jumped up.

"Oh yes I did," she said mocking Harry.

"Uh, you bitch!" He snapped.

"Boo you whore." Emma yelled. Harry and Emma began to engage in a hideous cat fight. Swatting each others hands back and forth.

Mean while Ron and Charlie were sitting in awkward silence as Ron rubbed Charlie's leg up and down passionately. Charlie no longer being able to control his temper turned to Ron.

"Dude, you know I'm eleven, right?" Charlie asked. Ron gazed at Charlie dreamily.

"Age is just a number," Ron said softly, as He leaned towards Charlie.

"Well, I'm also straight." Charlie said. Ron giggled.

"I can change that."

"Um, you're not my type." Charlie said, running out of excuses. Ron blushed.
"Don't worry; no one has to find out. Look there's a private piece of white space over there." Ron pointed. Ron starred at Charlie undressing him with his eyes. Charlie took in a deep breath.

"Um, why are you starring at me?" Charlie asked. Ron held up his hand.

"Shh, I'm having a fantasy." He whispered. Charlie slowly scooted a few feet away.

"Um, well, what's you're favorite color?" Charlie asked, changing the subject.

"What ever color your briefs are." Ron said. Charlie pulled up his boxers slightly.

"Well, there sort of purpilish-HEY!" Charlie yelled realizing he was only adding to Ron's fantasy.

So as Ron "flirted" with Charlie, Olivia and Hermione were having sophisticated conversation about books. Well sort of….

"-And last year I read, 'Beasts and Bogart's 2' it was only 5007 pages. I read it in a week's time. Oh I also read, 'Life with Nicholas Flammel' which was personally exasperating if I do say so myself. Oh yeah and then there was, 'Humans and-." Hermione was cut off by Olivia.

"SHUT UP! Do you ever shut up?! Books this, books that. You know there is more to life than school, books and learning!" shouted Olivia very annoyed.

"There is?' Hermione said questionably.

"Yes there is. What about boys? Do you ever think about them?" Olivia said. 'How can someone so smart be so stupid about some things?' thought Olivia not daring to say it out loud.

"So you want to talk about boys, huh?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, thank god you have finally come to you senses!" said Olivia calming down.

"Who do you like in this land before time?" questioned Hermione.

"No one. There is this boy back home that I like…sort of."

"Oh, do tell," Said Hermione. Olivia gazed into space.

"Well, he's powerful: he can turn into a beast. Oh, he's very sly: he has all these cool disguises. Um, he has the most gorgeous yellow eyes. And he used to be evil, but he helped Charlie and I in our last adventure…" As Olivia went on for about an hour Hermione tried her hardest to act interested, but her butt was becoming numb and her brain was slowly dieing.

Suddenly the boring discussion was interrupted but a screaming Charlie running past them with Ron right behind him.

"Come back sugar cakes," Ron yelled. Charlie put on some speed.

"Somebody help meeeeee," Charlie screamed, wearily. Hermione and Olivia starred at each other.

"Should we help him?" Hermione asked.

"No, he's the one who got us here I the first place." Olivia grunted. Hermione pondered for a moment.

"I always knew there was something different about Ron, he always insisted on sitting next to Harry during meals, train rides, and well everything else. I never want to know what happened under that table." Hermione shook her head disposing of the creepy image.

Meanwhile at Boors academy, Jim Slim paced back and forth in his dorm room. He could only retrieve them if they were alone, because if someone was with them they would come too, and a lot of people got lost in different dimensions and times. As paced faster her tripped forward and hit his chin on the hard wood floor. (Don't ask, I just felt that I needed to put that in there. Ha ha he fell…..back to the story)

Jim decided he had to risk it. So as he extended his lanky arms a powerful white light flashed before his eyes and six teenagers appeared. Two were running in circles, another two were swatting each other, and the last pair were gazing into space like they had been drugged up.

"Dude, I'm never smoking anything white ever again." Olivia muttered. Hermione nodded slowly. Harry stopped and starred at the girls.

"You smoked something! And you didn't share?" He asked. Hermione blinked uneasily.

"Um, we did share….with each other."

"Who the hell are you three?" Asked Jim, as her pointed to the three HP characters. Ron smiled.

"Hey, your kind of cute." He said to Jim. Jim blushed and looked away.

"Yay, we're back!" shouted Emma. Harry's eyes grew big (like those cute anime characters)

"We're not." He cried. Suddenly Jim pulled out his pink Motorola razor flip phone with unlimited texting.

"Here call your parents." Jim said. Harry broke out in tears.

"I don't have any parents." He yelled.

"Okay…" said Jim.

"I don't have parents because I'm white." Harry whined.

"Harry, I'm white and I have parents!" yelled Ron. Harry shrugged.

"Back to the subject of going home," Jim said. Hermione took the pink Motorola razor flip phone with unlimited texting and called Dumbledore on his 2003 Verizon flip phone covered with Wal-Mart stickers.

"Hey D, can you come pick us up, we're at that creep school with all the endowed kids?" Hermione asked. There was a response and then Hermione hung up the pink Motorola razor flip phone with unlimited texting. Slowly the HP characters started to fade into thin air.

"Charlie, I will never forget our time together." Ron yelled before they were fully gone.

"Well, that was weird." Emma said.

"Anyone up for a turkey sandwich?" Charlie asked.

"Hell, yeah," said Olivia.

"Wait!" Emma yelled. Everyone starred at her.

"What?" Jim asked.

"Does it have mayo?" Emma asked.

"Well, Duh!" Olivia said.

"Okay, I'm in." they all walked off to get a turkey sandwich with Mayo. And I suppose that's the end to possibly one of the most poorly written HP CB stories ever. So I suggest you grab a turkey sandwich-with Mayo, and review a fabulous story.

A/N: Well I told you it wasn't that great but I hope it satisfied you. Thanks for all the reviews it means a lot to us.