Messrs. Padfoot and Prongs like to report that mission Stick-Snivellus-To-The-Ceiling has been accomplished.
Mr. Moony says yet again that Messrs. Padfoot and Prongs are being childish.
Mr. Prongs can't help but gasp in outrage.
Mr. Padfoot states that he is proud of his childishness. It makes him cool, he thinks.
Mr. Wormtail has taken a liking to roast potatoes.
Mr. Moony does not see how this is relevant, Mr. Wormtail.
Mr. Prongs would rather have some chicken and does not think Mr. Padfoot is cool at all.
Mr. Padfoot thinks that chicken stinks, as does Mr. Prongs.
Mr. Moony would like to bring to Messrs. Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs attention that some weird light has appeared in the sky.
Mr. Prongs would like to express his concerns for Mr. Moony.
Mr. Padfoot agrees with Mr. Prongs and would like to ask Mr. Moony if he maybe is getting a bit delusional?
Mr. Moony would appreciate it very much if Messrs. Padfoot and Prongs would follow Mr. Wormtail's example and look out of the window before they say anything.
Mr. Prongs admits there is indeed a strange light in the sky and apologizes sincerely to Mr. Moony.
Mr. Padfoot is sorry as well and worries about the origin of this light. Maybe aliens are invading earth?
Mr. Wormtail giggles at Mr. Padfoot's comment.
Mr. Moony doesn't know for sure, but he thinks he just saw a person appear out of nowhere on the grounds.
Mr. Wormtail shrieks and bails – Aliens are coming for us!
Messrs. Padfoot, Prongs and Moony ignore Mr. Wormtail and watch the light disappear. The person, however, stays where he or she is.
~O.o.O.o.O~
To say that Harry Potter was confused was an understatement. He had absolutely no idea how he had gotten on Hogwarts grounds and was even more confused about the fact that it was dark, which meant it was night. He was certain that it had been light outside though. He was also certain that he had been in the Ministry of Magic just a moment ago.
Screwing his eyes shut, he tried remember what had happened. He had been in the Ministry. Right, he had been helping destroy some dark artifacts, that's what he had been doing. It was part of his Auror training after all.
But that didn't explain why he was on Hogwarts grounds right now. Well, obviously some dark artifact had done this, but what could cause this? He had been dealing with some weird looking clocks a few hours before appearing here, but how –
Ah, yes. They had exploded. Right in his face. That had been unpleasant and it didn't help that Ron had seen it happen and thought it was hilarious. It might have been because the hands of the clocks had been stuck in Harry's hair, but really, it hadn't been that funny. It had taken him at least half an hour to pick all those little buggers out of his hair, after which he ran into Hermione who told him he could easily have used magic to make them disappear. Of course, this cracked Ron up even more. Harry, not being able to take more laughing at his expense, had snapped that at least he hadn't gotten any extra body parts like Ron had just a day ago. It had gotten Ron to shut up quite effectively.
Harry especially remembered those three extra noses Ron had gotten and he couldn't help but snort at the memory. It had been quite a sight and Ron had ended up walking around looking weird for a whole day. Hermione had eventually taken pity on him though and had taken the curse off him.
As it started to rain, Harry mentally slapped himself – here he was, thinking about how funny Ron looked with four noses, while he should be busy trying to figure out how he got here!
Right, so he had met Hermione. That was in the Atrium, if he remembered correctly, on their way to lunch. Frowning, Harry searched in his mind for the memories. It was as if his memories of this day were clouded by a thick fog, which was kind of funny, because the day had been rather sunny and bright.
Harry groaned in frustration, while trying to shake his wet hair out of his eyes. Why the hell could he remember the bloody weather, but not what had happened to him? Besides, it was not like it mattered now, because it no longer was sunny and bright: it was dark and rainy. Oh Merlin, he was getting soaked.
Briskly, he turned towards the castle and started to walk. He was on Hogwarts grounds now anyway, why not find shelter? The artifact had only seemed to have teleported him away, he thought, ignoring the fact that it also suddenly had become night. If it had done something else, he would find out soon, wouldn't he?
He amused himself for a moment with the image of Hogwarts castle trying to eat him, but that was very unlikely to happen. But then again, Harry had never thought he would see Ron with four noses, so anything was possible in this crazy world he figured.
The grass under his feet was slippery and he had to be careful not to fall. This was hard, since he was still trying to figure out what had happened and actually needed his full concentration for that.
So he had had lunch with his friends, then they had returned to work. He stopped walking for a moment as the fog in his brain seemed to lift rather suddenly. He remembered the moment before appearing here now. He had opened the door to the 'Dark Artifacts Room' (Ministry workers didn't seem to be very creative) and a very intense light had enveloped him.
He sighed and started walking again. This knowledge didn't help him one bit. He still had no idea what had caused this strange teleportation. It could have been a late response to the exploding clocks, but then again, it simply could have been anything in that room.
Still, there was the problem of how the artifact had been triggered, so for now Harry decided to settle on the clocks being the cause of this. These were the only artifacts that could have been triggered somehow, since he had touched parts of the clocks. He was fairly sure that Ron had not touched anything (Rule number one: never touch dark artifacts), but he couldn't be sure of course.
Walking up to the doors, he tried to convince himself that he shouldn't worry. He had only teleportated, a small amount of time had passed and he was alright.
Still, he couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong.