Of Remembrance and Chaos
Summary: In an accidental trip to England, the Flock runs into the strangest of people. The following events could never have been predicted by anyone. Set after The Angel Experiment and after The Deathly Hallows.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am not blonde or brunette, nor am I an millionaire author.
Chapter 1: Glares
They sat in a heap, nearly on top of each other, holding their heads as the world spun and throbbed painfully around them. The first to recover was a dirty-blonde haired gangly girl who looked to be anywhere from fourteen to sixteen.
Wobbling on her own two feet, she took in the completely unfamiliar territory surrounding her. Is that…what is that? Eyes as wide as saucers, she took in the precariously set up house looming in front of her.
Two figures brandishing glowing sticks rushed out of the house, three—no, four—shadows hovered in the brightly lit doorway. The shorter figure of the two—now identifiably female—gasped at the sight of six children and a dog lying in a heap on her front walk.
Slowly, the other five recovered, leaning on each other for balance as they pushed themselves off the gravel-lined walkway. Disoriented—surely not enough time had passed for it to be night—and dirty the group looked around warily at their surroundings and the two figures coming ever closer.
"Max…" a voice whispered.
A reassuring pat on his spiked, straw-blonde head followed. "It's ok." But she herself sounded unsure.
A distinctly British voice called out from the house: "Da! Teddy says they got American accents!"
Teddy? But there wasn't any time for further thoughts. The two figures approached them slowly, cautiously. They were too skinny to be Erasers…and what was with those weird glowing sticks? A new type of flashlight?
"Umm…Hi?" The male offered weakly.
The female—presumably his wife—smacked him on the arm. "Harry!" She glared at him sternly before turning back to the six—now slightly vibrating—kids.
"My name's Ginny. Ginny Potter. Are you all alright? You just so suddenly appeared within our wards, and we had no idea…" she trailed off realizing she was not only losing the kids, but was babbling as well. Taking in their state for the first time, her eyes widened. "Oh my…Look at you! Come in. Get some food, shower off. Now, now, I insist." Deaf to their protests, she herded the grime-covered group into her house.
The four figures in the doorway scurried in different directions as the eight approached. Casting last, curious looks at the new arrivals, they exited off to their respective rooms.
The man—Harry—noticed how much the demeanor and posture of the six changed once inside the house. They were on high alert, like they expected to be attacked.
The smallest one leaned up to the tallest girl and whispered in her ear. Harry could not make out the words, but whatever she said, their posture immediately relaxed, though they still looked wary.
"So…" one of the girls began. She had caramel colored skin and was rocking back and forth on her heels. "Where are we?"
"You're in Godric's Hollow." Harry began. Sensing that was not enough, "England."
"WHAT?"