Hello again! Yes, my ADD mind is back with another story! My best friend Helle, who is also the beta for this story, is actually the one who came up with the idea for this first chapter, so I give full credit to her. Now, I know the story plot with the girl falling into Harry Potter is seriously (Or Siriusly, as Helle likes to say) overused, but I really like the idea and since I've never written one before, I feel fully up to the challenge to do so.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything by J.K Rowling for that matter. If I did, Remus, Sirius, Fred, and Tonks would have never died, and Dobby would be currently ruling the world. I also do not own the plot to this first chapter or the word "siriusly." Both, in this case, belong to Helle, or xSlytherclaWx. What does belong to me though is the Computer I'm typing on and the Vitamin Water that's in front of me.
(By the way, if this story sounds similar to anyone else's, please let me know. I refuse to plagiarize.)
"Sanity is madness put to good use."-George Santayana, Little Essays.
"Helle! I don't want to walk on the railroad tracks!" I yelled, attempting to make her forget her little plot and go back to her house where her Mom would make us Lattes and we'd play The Sims 2 (1).
"No! Jay Jay, I've told you a thousand times already, I'm taking you to this haunted house!" she yelled over her shoulder. For someone who claims she wasn't athletic, Helle sure as hell can walk fast. Oh, ha-ha! Hell, Helle. I made a joke! Chuckling to myself, I followed after her at a much slower pace, wondering and praying that her sanity would soon take it's toll and we could go into the warmth of her house. Up ahead loomed a tall and dark house, one that you would most likely see in one of them creepy "Goosebumps" movies. I shivered before running, yes on the railroad tracks, and quickly catching up with Helle.
"I don't think we should go in there," I said quickly, hearing the panic lacing my voice. She rolled her eyes at me.
"Oh, calm down. It's just an empty house. What, you're not afraid of ghosts are you? You weren't afraid of Bob," she pointed out, raising an eyebrow. I scowled at her and marched up to the haunted house before turning around and motioning for her to follow me.
"Come on Helle!" I snapped, reaching for the doorknob. As I slowly turned it, I anticipated what would happen when I fully opened it. I hesitated for a second, but I guess that was only needed for a certain someone to decide to scare me. I took a deep breath and threw the door open just as a cold hand grabbed the back of my neck and screamed, "BOO!" I screamed and whipped around, nearly causing Helle to fall. Of course, as expected, she was laughing so hysterically that tears were making their way down her face.
"You should have seen your face!" she managed to choke out while still laughing. I scoffed and stepped into the house.
"Are you coming brat, or are you too afraid?" I mused, raising an eyebrow. She snorted and followed me, shutting the door behind her. "So, where to?" I questioned, giving her a side-glance. She seemed to ponder it for a minute before heading towards the basement.
"Let's start below and make our way up to the top," she suggested. I sighed before following her, making sure to keep away from all the expensive looking things that I would probably break into a million pieces if I wasn't careful. Grumbling to myself, I carefully crept down the steps behind her.
"What if we break something? Can we get arrested for it?" I asked, eyeing some glass type structure that looked like it took a really long time to make. She sighed and looked at me.
"No, how would they know it was us?" she said, once again rolling her eyes.
"Um, it's called fingerprints dumb ass!" I snapped. She looked at me strangely, realizing for once that I was right. I smirked and glanced at an old shelf. "Hey, Helle, what's that thing over there?" I questioned, eyeing a rather large um…thing. She walked over to it and pressed something, making an insanely loud noise.
"It's an organ," she said, pressing a few more keys.
"I wish Chris was here, then he could probably play it for us," I mumbled walking over to her.
"Didn't you say you could play 'Old McDonald Had A Farm?(2)'" Helle asked looking at me. I blinked before pouting.
"I could…but I forgot." I whined, stomping my foot like a four year old. Yes, I know I have problems. She laughed and walked over to a bookshelf.
"Oh! They have Gone With The Wind," Helle squealed, holding up a really thick book. I groaned and turned away, looking for something else to catch my attention. Unfortunately, it just happened to be a big, fat, black-
"RAT!" I screamed, diving for the stairs. Helle quickly followed. When we got up the stairs we both paused, taking deep gulps of air.
"I hate rats!" Helle shuddered. I nodded eagerly as we started to explore the kitchen. I opened a cupboard and quickly shut it when I realized it was filled with nasty things and roaches.
"I don't like this place much," I grumbled, gingerly making my way around a table filled with glass objects. Helle grunted and started going threw a newspaper on the table.
"Holly shit, Jess(3), this is dated April 15th, 1962!" she gushed, nearly jumping up and down in excitement. I rolled my eyes at her, as per usual, and moved on to the living room. Shuffling through some papers, I saw a peculiar looking note that I thought would be pretty nifty, just but the look of it. Opening the note though, I saw it didn't say much at all. All it said was:
"Along this road, pain awaits. Physically and mentally, all walls will shatter. Can you heal quickly?"
"Helle! Come look at this!" I yelled, gesturing towards the note. She made a weird face after she read it and she pulled her black hair up into a ponytail, leaving the two red streaks in the front to frame her face.
"It reminds me of a really weird fortune cookie that gives too much accurate information," she mused. I just stared at her blankly.
"Where do you see accurate information?" I asked, glancing back down at the note.
"Oh, it's obvious an alien or something left this for us for some reason! Like the Doctor? Remember Blink?" she cried exasperatedly. I sighed and shook my head.
"I'm hereby banning you from Doctor Who until pending," I grumbled, walking the other way, towards the stairs.
"What?! You can't do that to me! That's not even proper grammar! I'll send my dolls after you!" Helle gasped, trying to sound stern. I shuddered but kept walking up the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't bring up the next subject… which she did anyway. "There's a clown behind you," she said calmly. I shrieked and turned around, nearly falling down the stairs in the process. Why I always fall for this trick, I will never know.
"Helle! Don't do that!" I snapped, running up the rest of the steps with her at my heels. Grumbling to myself, I walked into the closest room, which turned out to be a bedroom. I gasped at the elegance and heard Helle mutter a small 'wow' behind me. I moved over to the wardrobe and opened it, finding it littered with weird robes that seem to come from a different era.
"Look, there's another note!" Helle said, pointing to the robe closest to me. I grabbed it and narrowed my eyes in confusion as I read it.
"Few will survive. The future holds more pain than love. Can you remake it all?"
"Now, what does that mean?" I asked, turning to a shocked Helle. She opened her mouth and closed it again, getting a determined look on her face. She grabbed a bag that was close to her and started throwing the robes into it.
"H-Helle! What are you doing?!" I shrieked. She threw an annoyed look at me.
"Just grab that bag and start throwing robes in. Trust me!" she yelled when I gave her a disbelieving look. I sighed and did as I was told until we came to the socks.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said as I looked to see she was already throwing socks in. I starting to think she was losing her mind as she threw everything in, sock after sock after sock. She caught me starring at her and frowned.
"What?" She asked. I continued to stare at her. "What?!"
"What is your problem?!" I asked.
"Jay Jay! It's obvious that this means something! And that something has to deal with Harry Potter!" she spoke quickly, her eyes bright. Yeah. I was right. She's lost it. I was going to run away but then she pointed to the very back where there were some white shirts. "Pack them or die."
I squeaked and started packing as fast as my small hands could pack. After we finished we grabbed the bags. We, of course, being me. As we walked into the other bedroom, I had a weird feeling. As if something was about to happen. But then again, I get those feelings a lot.
"This room seems really plain after the last one," Helle sighed. I glanced around and realized she was right. I looked on the nightstand and my stomach dropped. It was another note. I picked it up as Helle came over.
"Change the future, make it all right. Bring light into the darkness. Shine like the stars in the black abyss. Can you fulfill your own destiny?"
"Wow. That's so cool! Read all the notes together, like one note," she said firmly. I nodded and took them all out.
"Along this road, pain awaits. Physically and mentally, all walls will shatter. Can you heal quickly? Few will survive. The future holds more pain then love. Can you remake it all? Change the future, make it all right. Bring light into the darkness. Shine like the stars in the black abyss. Can you fulfill your own destiny?"
"I wonder what it means," I said shakily. Normally this stuff wouldn't get to me…but it just seems so real.
"I told you Harry Potter was real," Helle said suddenly.
I groaned and smacked the back of her head. "Let's just finish this little exploration so we can go. I want a latte."
"As you say, oh fair master," Helle snickered as I threw her an annoyed look. We pulled down this weird lever thing to go up to the attic and nearly died in the process. Oh come on! The spiders that fell on us were big. As in freaking gigantic spiders of death and doom!
"This attic is fucking dusty!" Helle sneezed, sounding pretty pissed.
"Even your attic is a little dusty, so stop judging it!" I pouted. She sighed and rolled her eyes. I started going through boxes while she went over to the music collection case thing. I found a bunch of boas and a few weird hats in the first box. Moving to the second box I found a strange book. Actually, it looked like a diary-
"Jess! I found a Beatles' Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band vinyl! Signed by all four of them! Even Lennon and Harrison!" Helle suddenly shrieked. I turned around just as she pulled the album out. I gasped as suddenly a slot opened out of the wall and a large red button appeared. I walked over to stand next to Helle as she gawked at the red button.
"Helle. It's a red button. A big red button. A big red button that came from a slot in the wall." I said, staring in awe. Helle took a deep breath.
"Jay Jay. Do not, and I repeat: do not touch the big red button," she said slowly, as she bent to put down the Beatles' album.
"I won't," I whispered.
"Don't do it Jess," she said firmly.
"Okay."
"I mean it."
"I won't do it."
"I know it's tempting, just don't press it," Helle insisted.
"I won't."
"If you press it, we could die. It's a great big threatening button which must not be pressed under any circumstances!"
"I won't press it!"
"Good."
"God damn it, I have to!" As I yelled the last part, I slammed my hand down on the button. There was a big white flash and a loud boom, and suddenly we were in a large room filled with obnoxious looking objects.
"Jay Jay!" Helle yelled, panic in her voice.
"Um, Helle?" I whispered.
"W-what?" She stuttered, focusing in on a strange bird with feathers that look like fire.
"I don't think we're in Delaware anymore."
Yes, I know. I hate cliffhangers too. But Helle told me to do it! Ahaha.
(1)-Me and Helle do that all the time. And her mom makes amazing lattes!
(2)-My friend Nikkiie taught me how to play it...but I forgot. I'm sorry Nikkiie!
(3)-In real life, Helle tends to call me Jess and Jay Jay, so you will see her do that in this story. I'm sorry if it confuses you.
I decided I want at least 5 reviews before I post the next chapter. I love constructive criticism, and don't mind flames either. I hope you liked this chapter. And also, I'd like to thank my beta, xSlytherclaWx and I highly recommend you read her stories as well. Thank you.
Bwahaha! Helle here, and if you can spot the Doctor Who quote from the New Series, you can get a virtual cookie.