We Are One: A Messenger/Harry Potter Crossover
A/N: For those of you who haven't read Lois Lowry's The Messenger, I seriously recommend it. This ficlet takes place somewhere during Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco's first year.
Detention. Hermione's first, to be sure. The brown-eyed Gryffindor stood as if petrified, pale against the darkness of the dungeon. Draco's first as well; Snape had reluctantly listened to seven eyewitnesses before allowing that maybe Mr. Malfoy had indeed slapped Potter in the face, and so the both of them would deserve detention. And Ms. Granger sought to argue? She can join them! Mr. Weasley, have you something to say? Such a foul mouth; I will see you along with Draco, Granger, and Potter in this dungeon at precisely eight o'clock!
Harry Potter leaned sullenly against the wall, wishing for even a little more light in this hellhole. His wish was granted at a cost: Snape entered, bringing with him a lantern and—Fang?!? The four students came to join him, and Ron burst out,
"Where's Hagrid?"
Snape's lip curled. "Rubeus is currently occupied elsewhere, and so you will be traveling with only the dog's assistance tonight. The Forbidden Forest is deep, but I trust four oh-so-intelligent students like yourself can find your way across."
Draco's eyes widened in shock, "Across?!? But sir, there must be a mistake-
"There is no mistake, Draco. You four will be delivering a message to the village master at Bagdola, directly south of the Forest. If you leave now you will reach Bagdola's limits in about four hours. And I trust this will teach you not to disrupt my class again!" With that, he whisked away, after shoving a thick scroll into Hermione's hand. She turned and began to walk up the stairs, when Harry stopped her with a touch on the arm. "Let me read that." She sputtered, "But I'm sure it's classified from Dumbled—
"Dear Warlock Bagdomen, from Professor Albus Dumbledore, of Hogwarts Castle,
I regret to inform you it is the decision of the trustees of Hogwarts School to close the Castle. I am deeply sorry, as I know what this will mean to the poor and destitute who seek sanctuary here. This is the decision of the trustees, whose names follow this note. Please post this decision in the villages surrounding this region. I remain, yours cordially,
A. Dumbledore"
Hermione listened in dismay. "That's dreadful!" But it was Draco who silenced her.
"I think there's something scribbled here, not dictated. It's tiny, but… "MAGNIMOS!"
The Slytherin read the magnified words pouring from his wand.
"P.S. Remember, help will always be given to those who ask for it."
Harry proudly nodded: this was purely Dumbledore.
"We have to get this message out. Tonight."
End of Chapter One! If you want more, rate and review!