Disclaimer: World of Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling. Part of "The If You Dare Challenge (Continued)". I chose to go with the Grey level.
A/n: This story is clearly AU (Snape's survived the Battle of Hogwarts) and it's kind of a parody. It's the journal of a fanfiction writer who's been dropped into the world of Harry Potter, but please, don't runaway. I promise to make this different from other stories like this that you may have come across. Also there might be "journal entries" that are stories for other fandoms. However, if there is not interest in this story I probably won't continue it. If there is warning, fair warning, this will be a slow burner, like most my stories.
Prompt:Computers
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Confessions of a Harry Potter Geek
Chapter 1:
The Room of Requirement
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Day One
So if you're reading this, I can only guess that you, like I, suffer from a common ailment of Geek-ism. Yes capital G, because Geekiness is close to Godliness. At least in my book. Which if you are reading this, you are in my book. My fanfiction journal, to be exact, which isn't very nice you know. It isn't nice to read other people's journals. Didn't your parents teach you any manners?
However, I forgive you. Because we geeks must stick together.
Now, following that you are indeed a geek, than like all geeks, you must be familiar with the person-from-our-world-falls-into-a-fictional-world plotline. From my deductions, that is exactly what has occurred to me which unfortunately makes me a sue (oh, how lowly I have fallen). However, I shall endeavor to be as un-sue-ish as possible.
Granted we've started on the wrong foot, since I very much believe that I am in the Harry Potter world. However, considering I'm a twenty-two year old with no useful skill-set, while not attending school or having even a part-time job... I think I'm slightly breaking the mold.
Now you might ask why I believe that I'm the Harry Potter world, and my deductions are as follows:
-For the most part, I'm a very sane person therefore do not suffer delusions.
-My dreams are never vivid. I can never control my own actions. I'm rarely cognizant about whether or not I'm dreaming. Furthermore my dreams are completely bizarre. (ie. I once dreamt that cherry Twizzlers were the cure for zombie-ism and I went around feeding zombies from a Twizzlers rope that was as thick as a lamp post and much longer. It took a whole troop of people to help me carry it. And I don't even like Twizzlers. Also in this dream, vacant lots were actually fields of Twizzlers.)
So as Sherlock Holmes would put it "when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth". Which must mean that I am in the Harry Potter world. Though, I have no clue how I even came to be here or why.
All I know is that I woke up in a very large foster bed not my own and in my pajamas (which consist of a pair of boxer shorts and a fitted t-shirt).
I'm in a room, a very vast one, with no doors and the only windows seems to be very high that they are impossible to reach. It is furnished with a four poster bed, a sitting area, a fireplace, a table with two chairs and a couple of bookshelves.
The no door thing is a bit alarming, as is the fact that I'm in a world that I thought to be merely fictional (even if I wished it were real). However, at least I'm not alone.
There is a portrait hanging above the fireplace and I can guess who that might just be. His half-moon spectacles and twinkling blue eyes (they really do twinkle!) are a dead give away, as is the long silvery beard and hair. He's been very friendly thus far, very kind, which almost makes you forget that he manipulated two people the majority of their lives.
Unfortunately the other occupant isn't so nice. By the dour expression on his face, the fact that his covered in black from head to toe, and has a hooked nose, I can very easily guess who he is. And he is no Alan Rickman (though I suppose he's still my favorite character. Not sure if meeting him in person will change my opinion of him.)
More later. As he-who-is-forever-bitter is now glaring at me. Sheesh, I'm the one that should be mad. After all, he woke me and non too gently either.
Day One (Later)
I took a nap after much argument with Snape over our present circumstances (ie. Being trapped in this damn room. Master-spy over here doesn't seem to have his wand so therefore we can't blast our way out and being as I'm non-magical I can't help the situation at all). Although, Snape did most of the arguing. I mostly just tried to tune him out while yawning, which only served to make him angrier.
Hey, I can't be blamed for the yawning. I'm a night owl, being awake at eight in the morning is not something that I'm used to. I tend to go to sleep as the sun's about to rise and wake at the crack of three p.m.
Besides, being woken by a unknown man without any recollection of what has happened to me to land me in this situation is surely not pleasant. Especially not when you wake up in a bed that is not yours. I screamed so loudly I thought I'd shatter the windows, or at the very least his ear drums. My heart beat so hard I thought I was going to die.
Anyway, after waking from my nap I found that there was lunch on the table. Snape says it turned up out of nowhere, which is why I guess that we are in the room of Requirement which has set my mind slightly at ease. I mean... at least now we know we won't starve to death and theoretically, anything we might need the room will provide for us. Except a door out of the room, Snape tried that one and it hadn't worked.
Unfortunately I'm bored to death and Snape isn't much of a prison companion. He spends most of the time pacing in front of the fireplace and arguing with Dumbledore. Neither of whom have figured out that I'm a muggle and don't belong to their world. I think they are under the impression that I'm a squib and I'm not in any rush to correct them. Just the thought of all the explaining I'd have to do makes me feel exhausted.
I've tried to read, but Snape's voice can get rather loud when he starts getting aggravated with the portrait. I did, however, get the opportunity to explore the room. Unfortunately there was really nothing of interest to find other than the books.
I sure hope that a door appears before I have to use the washroom.
Day One (Even Later)
A door has appeared. Fortunately, or unfortunately (according to Snape), it leads to a large bathroom with a shower stall separate from a very large tub, a toilet and a mirror with a sink and a large counter. Yay for me, since I really had to pee.
Also, I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that I must be in the timeline around Deathly Hallows, since Dumbledore is a portrait.
My hand is cramping. I'm so not used to writing with pen and paper anymore. Damn computers. I miss my laptop.
Day Two (Early Morning Hours, I'd say About 2 a.m.)
Snape refuses to sleep in the bed, even if I'm not presently occupying it. Doesn't seem to understand that I'm not in the least sleepy. Either that, or he thinks I'm going to attempt to kill him in his sleep. What a paranoid weirdo.
Also, I've discovered that reading by firelight is somewhat difficult. As is writing by firelight.
Day Two (Sometime after lunch)
I went to sleep at about, I'm gonna say four. Just woke up to eat lunch. Snape appears to be sleeping rather uncomfortably on the large chesterfield in front of the fireplace which is presently out.
Am bored out of my mind.
I'm really starting to really, really miss my laptop. I could be reading so much fanfiction right now.
Sigh, I suppose I should take the opportunity to read some, while Snape is knocked out and not arguing with Dumbledore.
Day Two (Still)
Snape woke up a while ago. He is still being his unsociable self but at least he is no longer arguing with anyone. Like me, he has chosen to pick up a book and read. I'm not sure what he's reading, but I've found a pleasant conglomeration of muggle literature on the shelves.
Presently I've decided to read Agatha Christie's After the Funeral. I should get back to that, I expect will be eating dinner sometime soon.
Day Two (Late Evening)
Dinner was shortly after my last entry. Snape and I ate at the table across from each other. The table is big enough for four, but with all the platters of food provided, it feels too small. Dinner, like yesterday, was a very quiet and awkward affair. It really can't be over soon enough as it's the only meal we eat together.
After dinner, I tried to take a shower. But the shower and bathtub's taps all run by magic and as Snape has no wand, this presented a bit of a problem. Also there are no towels and I have no clean clothes for me to change into.
So after walking into the bathroom, I had to walk back out and approach Snape with this dilemma.
For some unknown reason to me, this made Snape blush (rather unflatteringly), which of course only served to make the situation all the more awkward. Luckily, Snape is a master of controlling himself so he was able to sort it all out and shove whatever had flustered him out of his mind.
By the time we walked back into the shower, though, there was a towel rack with what looked (and smelled) like freshly laundered, fluffy, white towels. And the taps had all turned into regular taps, also there was no a laundry basket which, according to Snape, should make automatically transport clothes put inside it to the House Elves.
To test this theory and make sure it was in fact true, I placed my highly colorful socks inside. Just as he said he would, they were zapped out of site as soon as they touched the bottom of the laundry basket. Which was somewhat concerning as I wasn't sure if I would be getting them back any time soon.
I set my shorts, t-shirt and bra aside and after much debate inside my head, decided to put my panties in the laundry basket. I was fairly confident that my going commando would go unnoticed, especially if I made sure to sit in a lady-like manner at all times. Besides it gave me the willies thinking about putting on dirty underwear again after showering.
Being as there was no shampoo or conditioner in the shower, I tried up my hair with one of the many trusty hair ties I keep on my wrist at all times, and showered without washing my hair. After which I changed back into my old clothes lamenting the fact that I had no deodorant, body spray or lotion.
Much to my annoyance, there was a wardrobe now set up on the left side of the bed in which I found some several sets of robes (both male and females), several sets of boxer shorts, socks, and panties.
Picking white cotton panties, and a light silvery set of robes with long sleeves that looked like it might fit me and looked to be made of silk, I marched back into the bathroom and slipped them on. The robes didn't quite fit my body perfectly as they were a bit loose in general, and they fell to my ankles, which was a bit annoying. I was never really the type of girl that wore dresses or skirts often, but when I did, the longest I ever wore them was usually to the knees. I had only ever had two sets of skirts the fell to my ankles, at least when I picked out my own clothes. I can't account for the years that my mother used me as her personal dress up doll.
I didn't put my t-shirt and boxer shorts in the laundry basket, as they appeared to be the only set of muggles clothes I'd get to have. And what, didn't witches wear bras? I guessed they didn't and that was why I hadn't been provided with any. Considering that since the time I started using bras when I was eleven or twelve I never took them off even to sleep (showers being the only exception), not being provided one now that I was being held captive by this stupid room, was more than a little annoying.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom a second time, this time in the set of robes the room had provided, Snape looked up.
"You do know that those are for sleep, don't you?" he commented lazily and a bit ironically. Amazingly enough, this is the least rude thing he has said to me since I woke up in this room.
A part of me wanted to ask him, "how would you know what sleep wear for witches looks like?" A subject I'd be very interested in delving into, but I value my life too much and have enough verbal control to stop myself from asking. Instead I said something like, "Well it's night, isn't it?"
And to my amazement, because honestly I thought he was ignoring my existence he said, "I was under the impression that you did not know that night was for sleeping. After all, you seem to go to sleep as the sun is about to rise."
Day Three
Sorry about the abrupt end to the last entry. My hand cramped and I couldn't go on, but there wasn't much more to say. That was pretty much the end of the conversation as I just gaped at him after he said that and he went back to reading.
I spent the rest of the night reading. Which got dull after a few hours.
God, you'd think being in another world would be much more fascinating. Thus far it's only been annoying and boring.
I suppose its because I'm stuck with Snape in this room with nothing else to do but read and write and occasionally get into arguments when the man actually feels like opening his mouth.
I really want my computer!
TBC...
A/n: Well that is all for now. Please tell me your thoughts and if there is any point in my continuing this story.