Welcome one and all! Before we get started let me explain some of this story . . .
a) However much it is a HP fic it does not take place anywhere near the actually stories but instead we find ourselves in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Why? Only because it is the greatest place around and that's where I live and I tend to like it here.
b) It features Blaise Zabini (who else?) and if you want to know a bit about my Blaise go read the first chapter of my other fic The Fallout, if not go ahead and read this (but you might want to beware). It also features a very interesting character who plays the part of the tour guide and that would be Salazar Slytherin.
c) Beware, I could not sleep one night, came up with this and it's probably a little more then odd. But don't say I didn't warn you!
Blaise Zabini, a fifteen year old boy attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, awoke to find himself in a surrounding area much different to the place he was used to. He had fallen asleep in his bed, in the fifth year boys dormitory, in the secret dungeon of Slytherin House, in the lowest most Eastern dungeons of Hogwarts Castle, in Northern Scotland, Europe. But this place was definitly not that. This place was odd and different to the area he was used to. Blaise was used to the stone castle, the icy lake, the Forbidden Forest and the small hut where the Hogwarts Gamekeeper lived. This place was to busy. There was no stone castle, but instead many tall buildings that looked like they were made of mirrors, glass and concrete. There was no icy lake either, but a system of busy roads and intersections. Blaise didn't know where the Forbidden Forest was, but this forest of oddly dressed people was definitly not it. And there was no small hut, but Blaise looked to see a tall, very high building with a circular top and then a point coming from that - that was definitly no hut in Blaise's books. So where was he?
"Ah, Mister Zabini," someone interrupted his thoughts and Blaise looked from the tall building to the man now standing beside him. He was a tall man, wearing robes of crisp black, he looked - to Blaise - like someone familar, well at least Blaise new he was a wizard.
"Yeah?" Blaise questioned, still looking at the man.
"You probably would like to know where you are, am I not right?"
"Yes, that and who the hell are you?" Blaise looked shocked, his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.
"True, true . . . I am Salazar Slytherin, Mister Zabini, and you, you are in Toronto."
"Toronto?" Blaise questioned.
Salazar Slytherin looked amazed. "Thats what amazes and interests you? You aren't interested in the fact that you're here with Salazar Slytherin one of the founders of Hogwarts, the founder of your particular house? You're interested by Toronto?"
Blaise nodded. "Sure."
Salazar shook his head. "Fine then. Yes you're in Toronto, Canada I should say. Toronto is one of Canada's most populated and touristic places. It is here where you will find Canada's theme park - Paramount Canada's Wonderland - it is here that is home to the Maple Leafs, the Raptors and the Blue Jays, it is here where you find yourself."
"No kidding," Blaise said to Salazar's final comment, "I thought it was here that I didn't find myself." Blaise rolled his eyes. "So why exactly am I in Toronto?" Blaise looked around at all the people, who were obviously Muggle. He saw one Muggle girl with bright pink hair standing with a boy with sandy spiked hair and another girl, who wore an orange square of cloth folded into a triangle over her braided hair. Muggles are odd, Blaise thought to himself.
"Why do you think I should know that Mister Zabini?"
"Because you seem to know a heck of a lot more then I do, and cut it with the Mister Zabini. It's Blaise."
"Fine then Blaise," Salazar made sure he eccentuated the boys name. "I only know what I know, and I don't know why you're here so I don't know."
Wow, tell me that wasn't the most odd sentence I've ever heard. Blaise looked akwardly at the man and a smirk spread across his face. "Then what am I supposed to be doing here in Toronto?"
"Search me," Salazar shrugged.
"Then what are you doing here with me?"
"Search me," he shrugged again.
"Can you stop that and be of a little help?" Blaise got irritaited with Salazar's "not knowing of anything" attitude. "What do you know?"
"I know that this here is the CN Tower it is one of world's tallest, freestanding structures and rises to one-thousand-eight-hundred and fifteen feet tall. It is one of Toronto's main attractions."
"Oh yeah," Blaise said quietly and rolled his eyes, "the world's only walking-talking encyclopedia and I'm stuck with him."
"Hey, I heard that," Salazar glared at Blaise. "Besides, I'm only doing my job."
"And that job is?"
Salazar searched around in one of his pockets for a few seconds. Once finding what he had been looking for he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, flattened it in his palms and cleared his throat. "To act as tour guide to a Mister Blaise Zabini throughout the duration of this trip to Toronto."
"What is that some sort of contract?" Blaise looked to Salazar as if it was a joke.
"Yes indeed."
"What? Who the hell did you sign that with?"
"I am unable to say."
"Say," Blaise said, he sounded very menacing.
Salazar shook his head, "Nope, sorry, can't, not allowed."
Blaise glared at Salazar, his eyebrows lowered. "Tell me," he said, very straight forward.
"Can't."
"Tell me, or I'll, I'll . . . I'll run off and it'll be all your fault that you've lost me in this city."
Salazar thought about it for a minute, running the possibilities over in his head. For one thing he wasn't supposed to tell Blaise who was the other person behind this contract and for another thing Salazar wasn't supposed to loose Blaise or he would be held responsable. Salazar preferred not being held responsible and telling Blaise who it was. "Fine, fine, fine, have it your way. It was this Muggle girl who put me up to it, her name's Billye."
"And you agreed because?"
"Because another Muggle made me do it."
"Another Muggle?"
"Yes you heard me. Emilia, she kind of made me do it."
"Alright," Blaise said, raising his hand to stop Salazar, "I don't think I want to hear the rest of this story, let's just get on with this damn tour, shall we?"
"If that is what you want."
"Well it is. So where do we go to know, and how do we get there."
"Port Key, my dear friend and I have no idea where to next."
"Port Key?"
"Is that not what I said?" Salazar said with a bit of a sharp attitude.
"Yes, that's what you said. So? Can we go yet?"
Salazar looked around and walked away from Blaise. He headed towards a red box, that held copies of the Toronto Sun, the city newspaper. "Are you coming or not?" Salazar demanded of Blaise who immediatly followed Salazar to the red box. From the top of the box Salazar picked up an old Starbuck's coffee cup.
"That's the Port Key?"
"Well, what does it look like, a dragon?" Salazar lashed back at Blaise.
"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a naught." Blaise reached out and took hold of the cup Salazar was still holding onto. For a few seconds nothing happened, and Blaise was beginning to think it wasn't going to work, but then quite suddenly, he was yanked forward and the CN Tower and the rest of that area of Toronto vanished away. Blaise didn't even think he wanted to know where he was going to end up next.
Hey, as I said, don't say I didn't warn you!
I also haven't really edited this or spell checked it just because that takes to much time and I really didn't feel like it. So if anyone notices any big mistakes, just tell me and I'll correct it. Thanks.
On we go, to the next location in Toronto.