Disclaimer- I do not, unfortunately, own any thing in this story except Jamie, Olivia, and Amelia.
SIDE NOTE- Butterbeer recipe in our profile.
AUTHOR'S NOTE- this was written by my friend and me and we decided to make Madam Pomfrey slightly ghetto. We figured they didn't focus on her nearly enough in the books, so why not make her ghetto. Just imagine she grew up in south London in a block. And sorry in advance for any typos, we really need a beta. PM us if you're interested.
Chapter 1
Strange Ticking Noise or Merlin's Saggy Left-
"Olivia! You're going to spill the Butterbeer!" Jamie exclaimed. "Shut up you little poof." Olivia said as she added the ice to the blender. "Maybe we should move the book." Jamie said, referring to the beautiful newly bought, collector's edition, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. As Jamie went to move the book, Olivia went to empty the finished drink from the Blender. Their big black (cock JK) dog, Sirius, thought this to be a wonderful time to run across the kitchen straight into Olivia's legs. The dog was retarded. Being the klutz she was, she spilled the Butterbeer all over both girls and the book. The screams both girls let out should be reserved only for rape and/or murder. Harry Potter and Sorcerer's Stone was now wet with the beverage. Jamie stood up quickly to wipe the cover off but at the same moment Jamie's hand made contact with the book cover, Olivia pulled on Jamie's belt loop to help herself up. When this happened a blinding flash of light filled the entire kitchen and Jamie grabbed the book closer to her chest.
Amelia Whitestone was in Orlando Florida visiting the Hogwarts Castle in Harry Potter land, when she came across a very old looking door. Thinking that maybe it was the door to the gift shop and she could get some more chocolate frogs and hopefully get Merlin's card to complete her collection, she went to grab the handle to open the door. When she opened the door it appeared to be just an empty dark room. But she felt that something was off. She felt like she needed to walk inside. Like gravity was pulling her inside. One step was all she took, but one step was all that was needed. She vaguely registered that there wasn't a floor but she was suspended in the air. The light was so blinding she couldn't even tell where it was coming from. "What in the name of Merlin..." she began as she clutched Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows closer to her stomach hoping that If she held it tight enough it would help her somehow.
