A/N: Set right after Sonic Generations and a few days after the end of the Triwizard Tournament.

[Insert snarky prologue title here]

Aren't there days when you shouldn't just stay in your bed? And if so, why couldn't someone warn me about it?

Sonic the Hedgehog, the one who had saved his world –and others- tons of times and prevented the destruction of reality itself, along with saving every non-plant living organism in the multi-verse, wasn't having a good day.

Actually, nothing about waking up in what appeared to be a hospital, surrounded by some strangely dressed, unknown humans was considered as good. It was awful.

And the best of it; he couldn't move. At all.

"What is it, Professor?"

"Blasting thing nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw ya three carrying it!"

"You think it's dangerous?"

"Why is it blue?"

"A blue hedgehog wearing muggle shoes and gloves?"

"Hey, it's waking up!"

Sonic lay there, unable to react, and stared at the humans who were now staring at him. Initially, he stared at them too, but then frowned, making the others even more surprised. Since he couldn't do anything else, he decided to observe his five 'captors'.

The one who was closest to him was a really old man with long, snow-white hair and beard. He wore glasses on top of his broken nose, and the strange clothes he wore made him look like a wizard. When Sonic looked at his eyes, he saw that they were blue. He could feel them staring at his soul, but not in an uncomfortable way. He should just call him 'old man'.

"Who are you?" The hero was surprised when he realized he could move his mouth too. Unfortunately, he couldn't adjust his tone, so he sounded like a six year old who had just watched a scary movie. Many gasps soon followed suit. Finally, the 'old man' spoke.

"You can talk?"

Sonic rolled his eyes.

"Uh, yeah, you know, Mobians can talk."

…Silence…

"Come on! Mobians? Sapients? Furries? From what planet are you from?"

Sonic meant that last part to be a joke, but in this case, he had just made the humans more surprised. He laughed nervously when the three teenagers appeared next to the 'old man'. They looked around 15, about his age. Two of them were boys and the other teen was a girl. The tallest boy had straight, orange hair and freckles. The other boy had messy, raven hair and wore round glasses. The girl had long, curly brown hair and looked intelligent. All three of them wore robes which were of a red and gold colour.

"Blimey! That bloody hedgehog can talk!" exclaimed the tall one.

"Yeah, I believe I've already proven that."

The girl of the group carefully observed the hedgehog.

"So… are you a… uh… 'Mobian'?" asked the girl cautiously.

"Well, duh." Sonic said.

"Where are you from?"

"Are we playing the twenty questions game?"

Then the door abruptly opened and a toad-like woman with pink clothes walked in, a smug look on her face.

"Ah, Professor Dumbledore. I was informed that the 'Golden Trio' found something peculiar, so I came to see it. Is it truly a new species of a magical creature?" Her tone was high-pitched for a woman of her age, and for some reason, Sonic found her annoying. In the meantime, a thin man with long, straight black hair nodded at the woman, who smiled.

"Okay lady, for starters, I'M NOT AN IT! And why can't I move a muscle? What on Chaos' name is going on here?"

The lady looked at the hedgehog with a mix of surprise and disgust. Then she approached him too. "Listen here, whatever you are. According to the Ministry, you are acknowledged as a humanoid being of an inferior intelligence to this of a human. That means you must obey what any Ministry executive has to say. Do you understand?" she told him in a cold voice.

For a moment, Sonic looked at her with eyes as big as dinner plates. However, right after that, his eyelids fell into a bored expression. "Great. She must have escaped from a human asylum."

The woman frowned. She took out a notebook from her bag and began to write like mad. The 'old man' smiled at the hedgehog with a playful glint in his eye, while the three teens failed to suppress their laughter. Meanwhile, the thin man with the long black hair whispered something to the elderly one. The latter, after glancing at Sonic, nodded and the other man left.

"Hey there little fellah." The person who spoke was an enormous man, larger than even Big the Cat, with long messy hair and beard. "Care to tell us somethin' 'bout yerself?"

I believe that would be unnecessary, Hagrid." said the one who had left earlier. He was carrying a small bottle with a strange-looking liquid inside of it.

The old man looked at Sonic. "You would save us a lot of trouble if you could swallow up a bit of this liquid." His tone was friendly… suspiciously friendly.

"Oh, really? And what if I don't want to swallow it up?" After fighting all sorts of evil for many years, Sonic knew better than to just drink some unknown liquid.

"Then we could force you to drink it. Hagrid, if you could please…"

"On it, Professor Dumbledore." With a swift movement, Hagrid grabbed Sonic's snout and forced his mouth open while the other man opened the bottle. Sonic, however, screamed and yelled, trying to close his mouth in vain as Snape poured a small amount of liquid into Sonic's throat. As he instinctively swallowed it, the giant let go of his mouth and Sonic closed his eyes. His screams soon turned into a predatory growl.

"Allow me to explain. What you just swallowed is called Veritaserum and it forces someone to answer whatever questions asked with utmost sincerity." The old man's tone still remained calm, although he was a bit distracted by the hedgehog's feral growl.

"You could have just asked for it man…"

"Excuse me, but, as an inferior creature, you cannot question the actions of you superiors. Is that clear?"

The annoying woman had come next to him again and was staring at him. The notebook was still in her hands, many of its pages scribbled in with words. Sonic opened his mouth to make a retort, but then closed it. After seemingly fighting himself for a few moments, a small grunt came from him.

"Crystal."

"Name?"

"Sonic the Hedgehog."

"Species?"

"Mobian Common Hedgehog."

"Place of birth?"

"Christmas Island."

Umbridge was at a loss for words. None of the creature's answers made any sense. Perhaps it was delusional. Of course, she had to report this to the Ministry of Magic. The other bystanders had left, with the exception of the Headmaster, leaving only two people in the room.

Two people and a thing.

"Are you done bothering me?"

In the meantime, Sonic was still on the bed. He wanted to scream because the Umbridge had been asking the same questions over and over. He sighed and relaxed his head muscles for a while. I should've stayed in bed. When I get home, I'll tell Tails to never wake me up–

And that's when it clicked. The missing piece of this day's puzzle was found. That's why he was here! That's why no one knew him!

Aw man! Not Again! He groaned as he closed his eyes. For a moment, he wished he could move his hands to cover his face… no such luck.

"Uh… 'Scuse me, miss Um-something, I think there's been a misunderstanding." Had he opened his eyes, he would have seen a smug woman leaving the room. As a result, his words were only heard by the old man. "Excuse me?"

Sonic opened his eyes and groaned even louder. "Great, the freaky lady's gone…" he murmured to himself. "I should have totally stayed in bed today…"

"Care to explain that misunderstanding?" The Headmaster continued, inwardly chuckling at the hedgehog's remarks.

"Why should I? Oh wait…" Sonic cringed. "That damn potion of yours." He took a deep breath. "Where am I?" He looked at Dumbledore straight in the eyes. They gazed at each other for a few moments.

Despite the old man's frail appearance, Sonic could feel that he was powerful. There was flint in the human's soft blue eyes, a glint only appearing to those who could summon great amounts of Chaos energy. There was an odd feeling coming from him that made all of his senses go haywire, trying to find the non-existent enemy.

Had Sonic mentioned how much he hated this day?

Dumbledore could not help but observe the hedgehog's eyes. They were of a vibrant emerald green. The wizard could feel them pass right through him. As if the boy (he guessed) could stare at the very depths of his soul. On top of that, he seemed to be apprehensive around him; as if Dumbledore was a threat. The eyes were still scanning him cautiously.

Without any warning, Sonic broke their staring contest.

"I have a lot of explaining to do."