HARRY BOTTER AND THE WHAT WHERE WHO NOW?
By MYRTLE THE TYRTLE
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A/N: This a work of complete fiction. All characters involved are not real, and also do not belong to me, MYRTLE THE TYRTLE. It would also be wise to mention at this point that I am not a real tyrtle, but please read on! And review! I do love the reviews!
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Prologue
"And so you see, Harry," said the bespectacled man, "it is far too dangerous to be here any longer. This is why you must leave."
"But Professor, I can't! The prophecy said that I would save the wizarding world! I can't do that if you go through with this!"
"Yes, Harry, that is true. But you cannot save the world anymore. The Dark Lord has grown far too powerful, and I fear that he will soon come after Hogwarts, and the students. We cannot risk that!"
"Yes, sir, I know, but-"
"No buts, Harry. You and I both know that the Dark Lord is unstoppable, infinite and immortal."
"No, sir! The Horcuruxes-"
"Do not exist. They are a cheap legend invented to fool you into thinking that the Dark Lord can be stopped. Now, move aside while I cast the Uplifting Spell! Do it!"
"I can't, sir. I need to-"
"Get back, I say!" The professor waved his wand, and Harry soon found himself pressed up against the wall of the small room, unable to move an inch.
As he struggled to get free, the old wizard in front of him raised his long wand and lowered it into a cauldron full of a bubbling green liquid. It didn't look too pleasant, and the both backed away quickly.
"Wand of the Giver, knowingly sacrificed: it has almost begun!"
He added a sprinkling of an off-white powder.
"Stone of the Spirit, stealthily taken: you will soon be hidden!"
Finally, he took a large stone bowl, full of a silvery substance (was it a liquid or a gas? Harry didn't know), and poured it into the cauldron.
"Thoughts of the People, magically gathered: prepare to resurrect your world!"
With this final shout, the world seemed to turn upside down a million and a half times for Harry, and everything became a blur.
"Professor!" he shouted, "What's happening!"
The professor smiled, although Harry could not see it. "Never fear, Harry. You will be safe. We will all be safe.
And with those final words, everything as Harry knew it disappeared.
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Chapter One – Where the bloody hell you?
Harry groggily got to his feet and looked around at the large open field he was standing in. This isn't Professor Damarez's office, he thought. Bloody stupid wizard should never have been allowed to do this. I don't know why he got the Head's job over Hagrid anyway. So… where the bloody hell am I?
Suddenly, he heard a voice calling his name. "Harry! Oh there you are, I thought we'd lost you!"
He spun around to see two figures sprinting towards him. One was a girl with long red hair; the other was a boy with light brown/gold hair and blue eyes. He didn't recognise the male of the pair, but the female…
"Ginny?"
The girl, now closer, stopped and blinked. OK, maybe not Ginny, he thought.
"Ginny?" she repeated. "Who's this Ginny you speak of? I, of course, am Ronnie, and this is Hermes."
"What?"
"You are Harry Botter, aren't you?
"Where?"
"Harry Botter," asked the boy urgently. In a loud whisper, he added, "that's your name!"
"Who now?"
"Come on, Hermes," said the girl. "Let's get him back to the school, and we can see Madam Pomfrey."
"Pomfrey? Yes, maybe she can tell me what's going on here. Which way's the school?"
Following the pointing gestures of his companions, Harry turned around 180 degrees to see a large set of buildings.
"This is-"
"Hogwarts High School," completed the boy. "The best Wizard School in the Southern Hemisphere. Located in good old New Zealand, just south of Wellington."
"Southern? New Zealand? Wellington?" Harry dropped to the ground in a dead faint.
"Hasn't changed much, has he?" said Ronnie.
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A/N: OK this is seriously the end this time. Until the next chapter, that is. And until then I would recommend reading Dudley Dursley and the Hidden Staff, a WIP by your very own Myrtle. Preferrably after reviewing, click on the link that will take you back to my pond/homepage and read and review that one too! Thanks muchly!
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