ILYC4life - Hi! This is my first fic so please be nice. Well actually it was written by a couple of friends of mine I just gave them the idea. Seeing how I'm no good at writing stories so the co authors of this fic Pickle-c.o and Kayla-m.f were kind enough to write it for me. Anyway I hope u like it and that u will please review to tell us what u think of our insanity.
Pickle-c.o. - And when she says kind, she means board enough to write it for her.
Kayla-m.f. - Then work on you own stories.
Pickle-c.o. - You should talk.
ILYC4life - Ignore them.
Chapter 1:
Oops
It was a cold, dark, night in a castle that only a selected group of special people could see. A handsome seventh year waited near a statue of a one-eyed old crone. He was tall and lanky, just like the rest of the Weasley boys, with bright ginger hair that you could spot a mile away. For some reason he seemed to be nervous, he paced back and forth in front of the statue as if waiting for something.
Without warning the statue's hump opened wide enough for someone to walk through, and someone did. It was another seventh year- the other boy could be his double- in fact the two were twins. To most people the two were identical – that included Mrs. Weasley – but if you looked very carefully at their eyes there was a difference, George's chocolate brown eyes held kindness and intelligence, while Fred's eyes were darker and mischievous.
"Do you have it," George Weasley whispered to his twin.
"Does Ron have flees?" Fred asked, holding up a small package.
"I thought we concluded that it was inconclusive after mum caught us trying to probe Ron in his sleep?" George asked.
"I still say he gots flees," Fred mumbled.
"SHUT UP!" A female screeched from down the hall.
The two Weasleys froze at the sound. They knew who the voice belonged to- it was their little sister Ginny. What was she doing though out of bed? It was way past curfew. Quickly they hid behind the one-eyed crone. A few seconds later Ginny and three fifth years came into view. Ginny's friends were the golden trio, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and The Harry Potter. They stopped right in front of where the twins were hiding.
"So this is the place?" Ron asked.
"Yep," Harry said, pulling out his wand.
"Well, well, well, isn't it a little late to be taking a stroll?" a sinister voice drawled.
Oh no, the twins thought, as Professor Snape, along with Professor McGonagall showed up, and boy did McGonagall look mad. As the Professors began to lecture the four about curfew, a brilliant idea formed inside of Fred's mind. With just a glance at George, he knew his brother was thinking the same thing. Silently, he reached inside the package and pulled out a dungbomb and threw it into the air. A giant green light flashed, blinding them for a moment. When they were able to see once more, they discovered the hall was empty.
In the province of Ontario, not too far from Toronto, there was a blind school. It was a cool September evening, and all was peaceful. Near a two story, stone building three girls sat on swings. All three looked to be about sixteen the one closest to the light- that shone from the building- had curly brown hair that went past her shoulders. A pair of oval glasses framed her brown eyes perfectly. Her baggy hoodie hiding her body's curves well.
The girl next to her was the tallest out of the three, with the body that boys went wild for. Her blonde locks went past her shoulders as well, and with blue eyes, how could any man refuse her.
The last girl hid herself in the darkness. Unlike the first girl, her hoodie wasn't so baggy, in the hood though was a stuffed, orange, cat that she claimed to be her good luck charm. Her long dark brown hair wasn't loose like the others' but tied in a low ponytail. Also unlike her friends, her skin was brown instead of white. The three of them were very different but they shared the same love for books.
On a bench swing, just across the path sat one other girl waiting for someone to return. At first sight people may not see her with all her black clothing, but then they would notice a bunch of blonde hair floating in the air. Her brown eyes looked unfocused, for she couldn't see at all.
"So where's the retard, Africa?" A coloured boy with short black hair and brown eyes asked a mocking smirk on his face as he came towards the swings.
"I'm lookin' at 'im," the girl with the cat retorted.
"I mean your boyfriend, Africa!" he snapped.
"Tony's not my boyfriend… he dumped me for the slut you call Tina," she grumbled.
"Hey!" the girl on the bench swing yelled.
"So who's your next victim?" he teased.
"No one." She snapped. "I'm tired of being asked out and then dumped a few weeks later!"
"What, goin' after Kayla again?" he asked.
"Leave me outta this Courtney, and stop bothering Cassie, she did nothin' to you," the curly haired girl with the glasses ordered.
"That's right, you got that cyber boyfriend of yours," he laughed.
"Bobby is real!" all three girls yelled.
"I've seen him," the blonde said.
"You too Jess?" he said stunned.
"I have seen Bobby," Jessica argued.
"Did someone say my name?" A boy asked, he had light blue eyes that if you looked very closely were beginning to turn a white colour, he also possessed long brown hair that was tied back in a pony tail and swished back and forth across his back as he walking up the path.
To the girls he was a great and loving guy but to Courtney he appeared a demonic shadow as he looked up at the taller, older boy who towered above him.
"Bobby!" Kayla cried with joy as she tackled the man she loved.
As he embraced her, staring up at the tall newcomer Courtney asked, "You mean he's real?"
"Now you're gonna get it," Jessica laughed.
"Punch 'im to a pulp Bobby," Cassie cheered.
"Now what's this about you picking on my girl?" Bobby asked as he gently placed the girl back on her feet.
Before Courtney could answer a green light engulfed all six of them. When the light vanished so did they.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Fred Weasley whined.
"Dumbledore's gonna kill us!" George exclaimed.
"McGonagall's gonna fry us and then eat us," Fred said.
"If, she gets back," George corrected with a grin.
"Yes, if," Fred grinned.
Just then another green light flashed and six kids appeared. Cassie and Kayla looked around them, they were in Hogwarts! Their minds began to race at the thought, but two boys still arguing distracted them. As Courtney was about to hit Bobby, they noticed Fred and George, well not them exactly, but their wands. Quickly, the girls snatched them up and yelled,
"Pertrificus Totalus!"
Courtney's arms and legs locked together in a full body binding spell as he fell to the ground. Hearing those words the other three newcomers realized where they were. Tina and Jessica began to jump up and down in excitement, while Bobby's mouth hung open in shock. The Weasley twins were also in shock, not because of where they were, but because of the two brunettes stealing their wands.
"Who are you two-"
"-and where can we get more?"
"I'm Kayla, and this is Cassie," she said, as Cassie waved shyly.
"Are you two sisters or somethin'?" Fred asked.
"No," Kayla laughed, "Just best friends."
Quietly, Cassie tapped Fred on the shoulder. Confused Fred looked down at her. She wouldn't look up, instead she kept her eyes on the ground as she handed him his wand. With a wave of his wand Courtney was able to move once more. The fifteen year old jumped to his feet and dusted off his clothes.
"Sorry about that," she mumbled, then walked back to her friends.
"Oh, looks like the mouse has found her next target, eh Tina?" Courtney commented sneering cockily at the girl dressed in black.
"Yeah, though I don't know why such a hot guy like him would go for someone as ugly as her," Tina replied and walking over to the twins she flirted, "For a couple of red heads you boys are sure hot why don't we leave this party to go find a nice quiet classroom or something?"
"Sorry for Tina's behaviour but she has this thing where she has to flirt with every guy she comes in contact with," Kayla apologized returning George's wand to him.
Looking down at his feet the other Weasley replied, "Don't worry there's plenty like that here-"
"-and thank Merlin those good for nothing Slytherins hate our guts."
"Well someone has to be the one to enjoy life seeing how the rest of you can't seem to get away from your books," Tina protested.
"Don't forget Tina, Kayla has a boyfriend," Jessica pointed out.
"I still question his reality I bet you just hired the guy to play the role of your fake boyfriend," Courtney argued.
"That's right we never had time to finish our lesson, I for one think you should pay for all that you've done to my woman," Bobby grinned.
Cassie quietly cheered, "Yeah Bobby, give him a good one."
"You do deserve it, you pompous bastard but I think it would be far more fun to mess with your mind first," wrapping his arms around Kayla the tall man said, "Love, how about we prove to him that what we have is for real?"
"Sure," she replied melting from his touch.
The two locked lips in a long passionate kiss forgetting the Weasley's presence as to them time stood still. Cassie and Jess could barely hold in their laughter from the expression of love as well as all the fluff, Courtney had fallen square on his ass out of pure shock and Tina looked about ready to puke.
Regaining himself enough to speak Courtney denied, "No you can't be with her she's a nerdy little bookworm, nobody's supposed to be with her."
"Well too bad, you arrogant fool but Kayla's mine and I love her with all my heart, through all eternity."
"I'm not trying to disturb your moment but how did we some normal kids get to Hogwarts?" Jessica wondered voicing her opinion in the silence that had come from the shock of the ones in the room.
Another green light flashed in the outdoor area of the swings and when it had finally faded away it revealed six strange people who stood there with shocked looks across all of their faces. There were four students and two adults, out of the students two were male and two were female, all six of the strangers were dressed in robes of black.
One of the boys, a red head with tattered, poor looking clothes inquired in a nervous tone of voice, "Where are we, how did we get here?"
"Ronald, it looks like we're at some sort of school," a girl with brown bushy hair replied.
"Potter whatever you and your good for nothing friends are up to the lot of you are in deep trouble for bringing us to this muggle place," one of the adults scowled.
It was a tall, lean man with greasy black hair and cold dark eyes, his menacing looks were enough to send shivers down the bravest of spines.
"Harry didn't do this," a red headed girl who appeared much like the boy but was a year younger defended.
"Ginny's right, if Harry and the rest of us had done this why would we teleport ourselves over to this place as well?" The bushy haired girl added rather matter of factly.
"Miss Granger I will have none of your smart remarks at a time like this, 10 points from Gryffindor," the sour man scolded with a glare.
"Professor Snape young Hermione Granger has a point, at any rate we should put our disputes aside and use our energy on conjuring ourselves from this place and back to Hogwarts," the other adult, a woman with a pointed hat poised on brown hair sceptically said.
The woman also had a pair of round glasses that were perched neatly on her nose, all eyes turned to her but it was not the glasses or her face they were locked upon but an average sized stick that served the woman as a wand. She waved it in a circular motion and the eyes that stared went wide as nothing seemed to happen.
Even the boy who had been silent throughout the dispute was shocked at this and breaking his silence he had held for so long asked, "Professor McGonagall, what just happened."
This quiet boy was different from his friends, possessing jet black hair and emerald green eyes that lay half hidden beneath a pair of glasses. But what set him apart from the others was a lightning bolt shaped scar that was etched into the skin of his forehead. The boy was special and famous for this. He was Harry Potter, the sole survivor of Lord Voldemort who had attempted to murder the boy when he was just a baby.
"Nothing Mr Potter, I was going to conjure up a portkey for our return to the castle but my wand did nothing," the female professor replied.
"Maybe you should give it another try," the redhead named Ginny suggested.
"Good idea Miss Weasley," taking the girl up on her advice Professor McGonagall made a second gesture with her wand but as it had the first time nothing happened. McGonagall was frustrated and infuriated with the situation she cursed, "Damn it, why won't this bloody wand work? It's never acted up like this before."
"I wouldn't know Minerva but maybe there are people around here other than pathetic muggles that may know something about this place," Professor Snape answered with his trademark scowl.
With that the six wizards and witches entered the building to the right of them, not knowing what was in store, but for better or for worse they knew they'd have each other.
ILYC4life - I hope that you all found this as amusing as my friends and I did.
Kayla-m.f. - Don't forget to drop a review.
Pickle-c.o. - No, we weren't smoking or dirnking when we wrote this. Just a little sugar high.
ILYC4life - Just please review.