Dormammu reluctantly said yes to dr. Stranges deal, but then, suddenly, a wicked grin appeared on his purplish face. "I might not be able to get earth, but I am able to punish you! Mwahaha!"
And before Stephen could react, he was sucked into a portal, unlike any he had seen in his short career as a sorcerer.
He fell. He didn't know where he was, as it was dark and night. Then, suddenly, something hit his chest, sending him flying against a nearby tree. He felt a sharp pain in his chest when trying to breathe, and knew immediately that multiple ribs were broken. Before everything went black, he could see that the thing that hit him had been a weird, moving tree.
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"I think he's waking up." "Isn't it a bit early for that?"
Dr. Strange opened his greyish blue eyes slowly, and saw a friendly looking old man, with a long beard and half-moon shaped glasses. Besides him, there was a merry but severe looking woman in nurse suit.
With a friendly and curious tone to his voice, the old man introduced himself. "I'm professor Dumbledore, and this is Madame Pomfrey. You somehow managed to apparate on the school grounds and got hit by the Womping Willow. Do you remember any of that? And who are you?"
Stephen was confused because of what Dumbledore had said. "Wha...school grounds? What happened to his voice?" For his voice was no longer the deep voice of a full grown man, but the high pitched voice of a twelve year old. He looked at his hands and, although they still were scarred and trembling, they were much smaller. Panicking, he grabbed the mirror from on the nightstand and looked at it. Staring back at him was a boy, with a rather sharp face, intense blue eyes and black hair, streaked with silver on the sides. Except for that last fact, it was exactly what he looked like when he was 12. And then, all the pieces fell together. The portal he had been send through by Dormammu had been special because it had reduced is age. He looked around him and saw the cloak and the eye on a chair nearby. Pfieuw, good that those weren't lost. Then, he realised he was still being watched. "Umh, mister Dumbledore, could you tell me where I am?" The man tilted his head slightly and answered:" You're in Hogwarts, the Wizarding School of the UK." 'Hogwarts...that sound familiar to me...' Strange thought. "And, what sort of wizarding?" He asked."Can you show it?" The headmaster chuckled and said:" You're a curious boy. Well, wizarding with a wand of course!" And he grabbed his wand and made firework appear. Stephen Stranges eyes grew big with delight. "Now, my young friend, you still haven't told me who you are, and where you come from." Dumbledore said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Oh", Stephen said:" I'm Stephen Strange, uhm...I don't know where I come from, because..uhm, I have no parents." Of course those last things were made up. Dumbledore frowned, and seemed to be thinking for a moment. "So you have no guardian. Well...I sense some very strong magic in you, so would you like it to get lessons on Hogwarts?" Dr. Strange was shocked:" I'm allowed to follow lessons? I'd love to! But...I have no money for school books..." Placing a reassuring hand on the boys shoulder, Dumbledore said:" That will be no problem, rest now, and we will talk later in my office."
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Stephen sat relaxed in the chair in front of Dumbledore and looked around in the office, looking at the moving paintings. "So, Stephen. On the school, there are 4 houses, Hufflepuff is loyal, Ravenclaw studious, Gryffindor brave and Slytherin ambitious. This hat, the Sorting hat will decide in which you belong. Good luck." And he put the old hat on top of dr. Stranges head. "Curious, very curious. I cannot a big part of your memories but I have no idea in which house you belong. It seems that in your past, you were very ambitious, but you are very studious and brave...yess, I think Gryffindor might be a good fit for you. Although you probably fit in them all. GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. The headmaster nodded slowly. "Okay, now you will also need a want. As you have no time to go to Diagon alley, I asked mister Olivander to come and make one here with what we have. It will only take a few hours. You're want will be wood of the Womping Willow, with a tail feather of Fawkes. It will be a long but rather flexible wand. For the school books and robes, we still have some spare on the school, and the school will pay for your wand. This, is Ms. McGonagall, the 'leader' of your new house. If you have any questions, just go and ask her. Now, will you wait for a moment? Then I can have a talk with the professors about your lessons." And then, he walked away to another room.
Dr. Strange sat there, thinking about the mess he had gotten himself in. He had already realised that he was in the dimension from the Harry Potter universe, some books he had read 15 years ago. Then suddenly, an alarming thought came up in him. What if he couldn't use his magic anymore and was stuck forever. He quickly tried to summon some golden energy between his fingers, and let out a relieved sigh when he saw that it still worked. He looked at his trembling hands, and quickly summoned some thin leather gloves, for he knew that the fingers would be troubling him a great deal in lessons. It was time to learn something new.
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A/N: Hi readers, this is a new idea of mine, and I hope you like it. I recently watched the dr. Strange movie, and I LOVED IT! I hope you like this story, please read and review, that keeps me alive, or I will have to send the Cloak after you! I will try to update at least weekly, but no promises.