If the Shoe Fits
A/n: Dedicated to my camp friend, Lauren, because I definitely wouldn't have written this if she wasn't anticipating it.
Prologue: Somewhere Else
Reg Shoe didn't like it here. He had only been here ten minutes and he didn't like it here. For all its faults, he liked Ankh-Morpork; it had his home, the Fresh Start Club, the Watch. His grave was there, everything was there. There was nothing here for Reg Shoe, yet here he was.
He wasn't exactly positive where here was, only that it wasn't Discworld it was- Somewhere Else. Reg had been dragged here by a Spirit Being; Spirit Beings came from Somewhere Else. Not this Somewhere Else, a different Else. And none of them had names, they had initials carved onto their forehead; they were vaguely human-shaped, all female, and transparent. They were odd. Even to Reg, who had been dead for over thirty years they were odd.
One had come in the middle of the night in July 31 to Elm Street and asked Reg if he wanted a Job Opportunity, her hair curling into balls and bouncing back out again. He had said that he was happy with the job he had with the Watch, but she had taken him anyway. Spirit Beings never listened.
So here he was, Somewhere Else.
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June 1 presented a Job Opportunity. Hogwarts had an opening for a Defense Against the Dark Arts and apparently they wanted a man with no qualifications whatsoever. But a Spirit Being had brought him and Dumbledore knew she had a reason. He'd be important somehow.
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Regulus Black was a small, pensive boy who liked to go about in his own world. A few people were under the impression that he was insane, and some even thought the poor child was "quite mad" but that was only because they didn't have the Key to his world. A couple of people managed to get the Key, though, like Sirius Back, though he must of put it down somewhere, and he was sure he didn't know where, and Milliam Rotzinger.
Milliam Rotzinger was a Lost Soul. She had lost her mother and hated her father and was generally regarded as a trouble maker. But she had the Key to Regulus' World and she liked to hang out there.
An outsider might make the mistake of thinking that the two of them were waifs that weren't very happy and were very forgotten, but they would be wrong. Regulus was too high-class to be a waif and both he and Milliam were happy in their own way.
Regulus never talked unless you had the Key or you directly asked him a question, in which case he give a complete but brief answer and fall silent again. But that wasn't why everyone was thought he was insane, it was because he had the feeling of a ticking time bomb and you were just waiting for it to go off. He made people nervous.
Milliam was a dark girl and, as previously stated, a trouble-maker; she was the sort to pick fights all the time. She was always in fights, though usually it was the other persons fault for saying something about Regulus. Not necessarily mean things because everything everyone but Milliam said about Regulus was meant to be mean.
Milliam was the sort who liked a good time. Regulus was the sort that made you think "Him, her? No way!" But she had the key and he always let her in.
A/n: Please forgive me if you think this was boring or repetitive or stupid. I'm not very good with this story, but I had to write it.