Hi anyone who cares to read this; it is my first in all.
I have invented some new spells just for fun, and some new characters to make this more interesting, but Harry and all the other characters are J. K. Rowling's, and I do not try to change them in any way from what it seems for now. (If that even makes sense) they are totally what they would be many years from now. (in my mind...muahahahaaa!)
This is a story about the war between Muggles and Magic from the view of the Muggles: Patrick Rawten, and Matt Gerbawlsky. It takes place after the death of Lord Voldemort, and long after book seven is published, so it is a little far fetched, but bear with me.
You're already clicking the "Back" button on your internet window right about now right? Well please don't, this is my first and I neeeeed some Constructive criticism.
Some how, enjoy!
The War of the Worlds
By P.T.RINK
Chapter One
Just the Beginning
A silver scarlet mist swirls through and around squishy armchairs and tea tables as the coals in a nearby fireplace glow orange. Shadows thrown from the almost dead fire dig dark crisscrossing lines of blackness through the red fog. Almost unnoticeably, a long and thin hand reaches down and places a pot of tea on one of the tables. The body of which the hand belongs to sits down, with much tinkling, and pours itself a cup of the steaming water. Another figure materializes out of the dark-red smoke and takes a seat opposite the first.
"It's nice of you to invite me to tea Professor," He said, reaching over to pour some for himself, "at two AM."
"I apologize headmaster," replied a soft misty voice," but one cannot predict what is to come by using a schedule- this is important."
"How so?" Dumbledore added some sugar to his cup. "Important enough to interrupt my rest during finals?"
"More important than TAKING the finals, more important than You-Know-Who," Trelawney took a sip of the Earl Grey. "More important than the school budget."
Dumbledore gasped. This was serious.
"This could be the end of everything," she put down her cup of tea, "of us, Hogwarts, Wizards, even Magic."
The Headmaster paused, "Well, tell me, what's going to happen?"
"It is not what will happen, but is happening: two muggles have succeeded in bugging Hogwarts."
"How? We've got more spells here than even the ministry of magic knows about." The usually strong voice of Dumbledore wavered as he placed his half-moon spectacles on the table next to his tea. "Sometimes even wizards can't find Hogwarts. And yet two muggles...?"
"Possibly the books sent out were too obvious?"
"No. we took too many precautions." He rubbed his eyes. "The spells on them were exactly what was needed. No one should have suspected it"
"They still found Hogwarts though"
"I know."
Pause.
"Can we dispose of them?"
"Yes, but we will need them later on. What they have learned, and will learn may become useful"
"Indeed."
There was a small POP from the fireplace.
"There's another thing." She whispered. Trelawney's hand shivered as she thought about this. "I had two visions tonight"
Dumbledore slowly looked up from his tea, his face looking old and wrinkled in the coals' red light.
"The second vision, involved the War. We have less than one year"
Dumbledore stood up, his tea cup spilling on the table as his cloak billowed around his tall form. The liquid dripped on the floor, staining the carpet by his feet.
Neither Professor noticed.
"Get me your owl, Professor Trelawney," His eyes glittered blood-red in the mist, "I need to contact J.K. Rowling."
...
Ring!
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
Click "Hello? Matt speaking"
"Hi matt!"
"Oh, long time no see Patrick"
"Yeah! Ok, I've got something that you should definitely see!"
"And what may that be? Pat?"
"I got a broomstick!"
"................"
"???"
"A broomstick?"
"Yeah!! You've got to come over to the lab and see it!!"
"Why the heck should I??"
"NO! I mean a BROOMSTICK! You know what I mean!"
"HOLY CRAP!! NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKIN ABOUT!!!!!!!! How'd you get it!!??"
"I can't say over the phone, too dangerous! But if you come to the lab right away, I can show you!"
click
Matt leaned back in his chair. Wow, a real broomstick! He looked over at his stack of the Harry Potter books, all seven. Who would have guessed that it was all real?
He got up, grabbed his coat, shoes and fished around his pockets for the car keys. His house was small and right for one person. A bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, a living room, and an office were all there was. He had to dash through all of them to get outside to the emerald-green Volkswagen Beetle that he received for a college graduation present from his family.
Matt Gerbawlsky worked at a small-but very quickly growing-company called LIZARD-Ware, where he built and tested experimental computer, robot, and electrical equipment. That was where he re-met Patrick Rawten. They had grown up together at school in the US, in Maine, and now they found each other in England at LIZARD-Ware.
Patrick was a strange and different kind of guy.
Patrick used to be the top secret #1 scientist of the SD (secret developments) Department of LIZARD-Ware, until he became obsessed, or more possessed, by Harry Potter. He would not stop reading them when they came out. Patrick's work started to slow because he started to conduct his own experiments. He also tried to steal equipment used in neutrino scanning, energy-warping, and even the nuclear-fusion reactor.
Besides all that, he had no fashion sense, liked Mexican food, watched cartoons, and lived a few blocks to the left of Matt's house.
Patrick was also the first person to rename the Harry Potter Series as NON-FICTION.
Matt turned left at the end of the driveway and into the street. Heart-pounding, he thought about the day that Patrick had told him that Harry Potter actually did live and was currently at Hogwarts, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. About how there was an actual Dumbledore, a Hogwarts teaching magic to kids, a Diagon Ally, even the Ministry of Magic existed too. He had said all this during a coffee break in a hushed voice to Matt, who immediately thought he was seriously joking. But Matt's view turned around when Patrick had shown him proof: a newspaper-clipping from the Daily Prophet, moving pictures and all.
He had picked it up from a brown-cloaked man walking in an alleyway that had dropped it, and disappeared behind a trashcan. Patrick had walked by; trying to follow the man to ask for directions, but saw something moving that had caught his attention. And he picked up the paper.
Ever since then, Matt and Patrick allied together to decipher all the hints, clues, and directions as to where all of the places in the books were.
And they all existed.
Well, to the exception that they where not where they were in the books. Obviously for some reasons J. K. Rowling had to move some stuff around from reality. For example there wasn't a Platform Nine and Three-Quarters; it was actually Platform Eleven and Forty-Four Sixty-Sevenths.
Matt pulled up the driveway to a light blue house with a half-mown lawn. The garage-door was open with Patrick's Segway "parked" in the center beside a rusty Toyota truck. He opened the door, got out, grabbed his suitcase from the back seat, took a deep breath, and marched up to Patrick's door. There was music playing inside.
Matt knocked on the door.
Matt knocked on the door again, the music changed tracks to "Bad to the Bone" inside.
Matt knocked on the door one last time.
This time the music quieted down, and he heard movement inside. He toyed with the idea of looking in one of the windows.
"Come in! Come in!" called Patrick's muffled voice behind the music. Matt sighed and opened the door, pushing aside some boxes with his foot as he peered inside.
Pat's house was a mess.
Which was odd because usually it was quite clean, of the two, Matt was the messy one. His organization was terrible. But this looked like a train wreck in the middle of a tornado while a riot was going on; there was stuff everywhere. Books, CD's, pens, pencils, a lava lamp, a few boxes of Lego's, playing cards, Moshi pillows, plates, and, oddly enough, a car engine.
"I'm down in the lab!!" Pat's voice sounded again, from a door at the end of a hallway littered with papers, boxes, computer parts, and Lego's. Matt jumped between all the things to the door, and opened it.
"Bad to the bone! Bubububububububaaaaaaaid! Bubububububububububububububububububaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!!!!!!" blasted through the open door into his face. Matt's slightly gelled hair withstood amazingly. He crept down the stairs into the basement.
"PATRICK!!!!???"
"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!"
"YEAH!!???"
"BUBUBUBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!!!"
"SHUT OFF THE MUSIC!!!!!!!!"
"OKAY!!!!!!!!"
"BUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBU-!!!!!"
click awwwwwww! Matt clambered down and looked around at the slightly familiar space around him.
The lab was basically a basement with desks and tables all over the place with humming computers, lasers, scanning devices, all moving, spinning, flashing, or glowing. On the wall were multiple plasma screens of the world, England, and the US. All GPS, all with little special glowing dots on them marking the locations of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Gringotts, you name it. One of the dots was constantly moving, every twenty seconds it would appear on a different part of England; it was the current locations of the Knight Bus.
Near the back computer console sat a table with various objects on it like the Daily Prophet clipping, a pointed hat, some Knuts, silver Sickles and one gold Galleon, even a few intercepted owl letters. Everything had a tag on it like they were some evidence in court. But there was no Pat.
"Patrick? Where are you?"
"Up!"
Matt looked at the ceiling and found Patrick. He was wearing a tie dyed t-shirt with a pink flamingo jacket and smiley-face lounge pants. The weird thing was that he was floating there on a gleaming-new broomstick, with the most devilish-evil grin on his face.
"I decided to get a lift in life."
Matt couldn't tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not but either way he laughed, with great joy and excitement. A broomstick, a real broomstick! Right out of the books themselves! And there was Pat, on it. He laughed and laughed, Patrick joined in too, laughing.
"How in the world did you steal it!?!?!" he asked when they finally stopped.
Patrick looked flabbergasted "I did not merely steal it" he put on an 'I'm an angel' face, "I bought it!"
"From who?"
"Well ordered it really," he got down from the ceiling and handed the sparkling thing to Matt. "I caught an owl and attached an order form to it with some money about three hours ago."
Matt stroked the broomstick; it was a Nimbus Two-Thousand-and-One.
"I wasn't actually sure that it would work, especially because the owl; already had a letter attached to it anyways, but I guess the bird transported both."
"How did you afford a Nimbus? In the books they were rare and really expensive!"
"Oh, it's like computers, new ones keep coming out every year that have faster and faster speeds, forcing the old models to lower their prices. Can you believe that this only cost about fifty bucks!? ("NO!") It was the Firebolt that made the Nimbus prices plummet drastically. Once they came out, the Nimbuses got cheap enough for anyone to buy."
"No way," Matt was still looking at the thing like it was a new Lamborghini. "Can I get one?"
"Sure! "Patrick sat down in one of the roll chairs, "I've subscribed to the Daily Prophet too! So you can get almost anything now!"
"Do you think that they will ever find out?"
"Who? The Magic World? Naaah! Remember these modified neutrino scanners I got from NASCORP?" Patrick gestured at the spinning miniature radar dishes spinning around on a table. "They act just as well as Mad-Eye Moody's foe-glass! I'll see anything magic coming for twelve hundred miles!"
Matt sat on the handle letting him float a foot above the ground, "Good, because I wouldn't be able to stand having my mind wiped of all this," he did a few circles in mid-air, playing around with it. "If we're caught, man I sound like a bad little kid saying that, but if we're caught," he caught Pat's eye, "I'll kill myself- this is so awesome!"
They giggled like kids opening Christmas presents; 20 year-old kids fresh out of college.
Little did they know that this was just the beginning.