Hello everyone! The first chapter of my third NATM fanfic is finally here. I'm really thankful for your support and I couldn't have the encouragement to write this if it wasn't for y'all. So thank you! I want to update as much as I can, being that is my senior year. After this chapter, I want to make an announcement. And while I don't have a visual for Camilla, I imagine Thames as John Mulaney. Enjoy!

On the east side of Central Park, where the light hit the towers and buildings, awaited a crowd. The people ignored the July sun beating down on their backs. They overlooked the shoving and impatient strangers that could not take the waiting. They forgot about the barricades that the police held up so they wouldn't pour out into the streets. Those that were quiet either focused on the road or the old Harper House.

The walls were no longer chipping away. The shingles stayed secure and none were missing. The shining red front door distracted only a few. After over two hundred years, the house that desperately needed saving finally got what it deserved. And the excited history lovers had one famous man to thank.

"Hey!" a man rummaging to work stopped a woman, who leaned against the wooden barricade," What's going on here?"

"This is the day Rutherford Gizmo and his family move in to the old Harper House," she explained.

"Rutherford Who?"

"The famous historian!" she gasped," He-"

"He's here!"

The crowd immediately revved up. They saw a black car stretching down the street. Hands flexed over the tape and barriers. Autograph books opened with lightning speed. Desperately, people dove to their bags and pockets for a working pen. How could they forget a writing utensil? Suddenly, the car stopped- but the screaming and excitement didn't. In fact, it only got worse as they peered through the window of the passenger's side. Minutes later, the doors on their side opened, and the public became overwhelmed with happiness.

"Jareth!" they yelped from the crowd.

Rutherford's husband smiled and waved to the crowd. He was shocked that people obsessed over the family- especially teenagers. He figured the historian would be discarded by the younger generation- but their love of history only increased with his teachings. On the passenger's side stepped out their oldest child. Teens fawned over Oliver, who shyly smiled at crowd. He could've done without all of the attention, but he never minded it. Seconds later, his twin sister popped out of the car, a smile on her face.

"Guess we've got some visitors," Bristol glanced around.

"You could say that."

Rutherford joined his family as they watched the crowd. Their excitement could not be contained, and their smiles meant the world. The Gizmo family joined their fans in a heartbeat. Pictures were taken, signatures were made out, and conversations were held. Rutherford got the same 'You look like Robert Downey Jr' speech from women. He just didn't see it. After a while, the family bid their fans farewell.

"They're always so nice," Jareth sighed as the family walked to the front steps of their new home.

"You can thank me for them later," he joked," Are you three ready to see your new home?"

"Open the doors, dad," Oliver piped up.

Rutherford, with little force, pushed open the red door. The three traveled through the doorway. In an instant, they felt like they were in a whole new world. The walls were covered with paintings the historian was given. The sight of different rooms danced across their eyes. It was nothing like the Gizmo's old El Paso home- it was even better. The twins were amazed by the beauty of the old Harper building.

"How did you fix this place up?" Bristol gasped with pure energy.

"Better yet," his husband glanced over," How did you afford this?"

"I had a deal with Parker Cassidy," Rutherford explained as he adjusted a painting," If I could fix it up by the time he returned from Japan, he'd give it to me as a donation of sorts. Well, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a study hall, a library, a music room and a big kitchen later- you have your new home. Kids, why don't you see your new bedrooms? Bris, yours is the one on the third floor. Oliver, yours is on second. "

Oliver and Bristol dashed up the stairs. They couldn't wait to see what was in store for them. The men smiled as their children went off into the house. Rutherford looked to Jareth, who had his eyes already locked on his husband.

"You've really outdone yourself, dear," Jareth sighed as he went to the stairs," Our house is more beautiful than the last. Although, I'll be the first to admit that I'll miss our neighbors."

"I promise you," Rutherford said," we're gonna have a great life here. We'll all have fun- in fact, you might want to check our room. Third floor, last room on the left. I'm going to be in my study unpacking- there's too much, in my opinion."

Jareth laughed and proceeded up the steps. Rutherford followed until he hit the second floor. He glanced down the hall, where Oliver's bedroom door was wide open. He had been humming an old song as he unpacked. Dr. Gizmo smirked as his son's voice softly trailed onward. He found comfort and peace when it came to his family. A sense that didn't come with those in his profession or parties he attended. For now, he was glad to be home for the month.

Rutherford entered his new study with his head held high. Bookshelves were stacked all around, with few stories scattered around. Boxes piled about the room, the historian knew he had a lot of unpacking to do. He shuffled through some books and categorized them alphabetically. He found artifacts from Bolivia that had been gifted to him, as well as a clay pot he purchased from his visit to a Ugandan village. He was proud of the many items that laid in the new room. Whether purchased or passed down, the historian took them to heart.

Rutherford opened the box by his study door. Inside, laid four items- an old leather-bound book, two sticks (that were claimed to be wands) and an old stone. Light pink and barely transparent, Rutherford had been given the stone by Parker on a trip to Cambridge University. It was claimed that the stone was the only thing left behind in the Buxton house- the home of witch and warlock cousins. He often told his children stories of Camilla and Thames, and how they had a thirst for magic all over the world. Unfortunately, the people of their time had not taken in the idea of witches, warlocks, and anything outside of their religious lives.

"They say if the stone breaks," Rutherford recalled to himself," Camilla and Thames are to be released onto the world. Weird legend, but a beautiful stone."

Rutherford put in on the top of his shelf. A dumb decision instantly, as the stone broke the shelf. Both crashed to the floor, pink bites scattered amongst the floor. Dr. Gizmo cursed himself out as he walked out of the room. He knew the vacuum was in the closet beside the stairway. As he did so, the stone pieces had a slight glow to them. The dust slowly emerged around the stones, and several sparks flew from the pile. And, with a quick jump, stood a youthful woman, and a nervous looking man.

Camilla stared around the room. She knew that times had changed (judging by the room she and Thames stood in). The witch glanced into the device on the nearby desk, and peered at a black screen. She found her frizzy black hair and pointed chin remained in tact, with her green eyes blistering with magical feelings.

"Finally!" she breathed out," we've returned! This is where our journey begins again."

"Don't you think this is an odd place?" Thames questioned as he bent down," Or who broke the stone? You know, something we should worry about now."

"Nonsense," she insisted as she walked over to the fallen shelf, and found two wands and her book," now, we have the spells of Salem, my wand crafted from Oana's European woodlands, yours from the forests of Asia. Now, the one thing we need is the magic of Ancient Egypt."

"Camilla-"

"It'll be an easy find!" she prompted," I'm sure we can find a route-"

"Camilla," Thames shouted.

He nodded to the front door. Rutherford dropped the vacuum against the wall. He entered, fascinated by the two present before him. Camilla pointed her wand to the historian, anger danced in her eyes. Rutherford pulled back and stared at the witch.

"Woah,woah,woah!" Thames came up to his cousin," Camilla, you can't just zap a person without getting to know them first! Hello sir, I am Thames Buxton-"

"Actually," Dr. Gizmo calmly smoothed the front of his shirt," I know. And your cousin, the one with the old stick-wand- is Camilla. Your legends have filled my books and the thoughts of colleagues. I've been to your hometown. Although, I'll be honest, I didn't think the legend was real. I always admired the two of you."

The witch turned to her cousin. The stranger had a fair interest for the Buxton cousins. As long as he enjoyed what they did, he was on their side. Camilla put her wand down and raised an eyebrow at him.

"If you know who we are," Camilla questioned," perhaps we should know who you are, where we are and what the date is."

"Doctor Rutherford Gizmo," he greeted," I'm a historian in New York City. That's where you guys are now. Let's see…"

Rutherford pulled out his cellphone, to which Thames screamed at. Camilla pointed her wand and poked the little device. She gave a confused look, and wondered what kind of sorcerer Dr. Gizmo had in his hands.

"It's a cellphone," he explained," It's just so we can talk to people or send messages to them. Kind of easier than sending a letter. You can also send pictures and look up memes and- check the date, which is July tenth, 2025."

"Ah!" Thames thanked the man," Three hundred and thirty one years in a stone. And it's been fan-tastic."

"An uneven number," Camilla mumbled," Nevermore, we're finally backed. And once we harness the last bit of magic, we can-"

Thames hopped down onto the floor. He looked through the stone pieces until he found the smoothest chunk. He got odd looks from Rutherford, but his cousin watched, knowing his full intent. He stood up and rubbed the stone in his fingers. He muddled with it, and threw it in the air. A beautiful vision appeared before them, the dust of the stone swirled before the three. Rutherford watched in amazement, his smile untouched. The front of 'The Natural History Museum' showed in the vision, glowing faintly above them.

"Okay," Thames pointed above," so, my visions tell me that the tablet we've been searching for is at this place. A museum."

"Ahkmenrah's tablet at the Natural History Museum?" Dr. Gizmo mentioned.

"Yes, you know Ahkmenrah's tablet?" the warlock asked.

"Who hasn't?" Rutherford laughed," The tablet has the strangest powers, I've been told. It's been around the world more times than any artifact I've known."

"Then you can take us there!" Miss Buxton shouted with excitement," Come, Doctor, we shall get to the museum before sundown!"

Rutherford laughed at the witch. She glared with an almost deadly feeling that traveled in the historian's heart. Thames turned away frightfully, knowing that his cousin would not be laughed at. He could feel her anger filling up the room.

""And what's hilarious?" She questioned.

"Miss Buxton," he explained," I hate to tell you this, but we can't just go into the museum and take the tablet. There's rules and regulations now. Besides, witch or not, you'd be in a lot of trouble if they caught you. I do wish you the best of luck, though!"

Camilla pushed the historian against the wall and placed the tip of the wand against his chest. Thames sighed and rubbed his forehead. Here they go again. The last time this happened, the man at the end of the wand was Reverend Nicholas Deeds. The next day, the cousins were on trial. He even knew the exact words she would-

"Thames," she said," come 'ere and say the spell."

"I'm not doing this again," he shook his head.

"You are."

"No, Camilla- "

"Thames!"

The warlock sighed and stood up, the book soon in his hands. He looked into Rutherford's eyes and snapped his fingers. At once, the historian's brown eyes glowed as he looked onward. Camilla twisted the wand slowly as her cousin sang out.

"Through woods and forests of all sorts,

Through willows and wisps in a field of quartz

I command you to listen to all that we say

Whether it be night, the morning, or mid day!"

Camilla's wand soon left Rutherford's chest. The historian shook his head and looked back at the cousins. He saw the girl's obvious staring and the boy's nervous glancing around. Dr. Gizmo sat down in his chair and leaned in.

"I think we'll need a plan if we're gonna get Ahkmenrah's tablet," he said.

While Camilla showed excitement, Thames embraced for the worst.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Now for my announcement: I was going to wait until the end of the story, but I decided that I couldn't wait! This was supposed to be my last NATM fanfiction. That's no longer happening. After this fanfic, I want to publish a series of one shots! It's in the time span of my first fanfic, when Ahkmenrah and Jewel became night guards, to their proposal. I'll think of ideas as I go along. Thank you and see you in chapter 2!