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Chapter 1
Some sort of Prologue
Ever thought, what you would do, if you went into your living room and see it wasn't what it was supposed to be? If you saw the weirdest room your eyes could have ever seen instead?
I stopped short at my tracks at the door frame, my eyes bulging out of its sockets. What the freaking hell? The bowl containing popcorn fell out of my limp hand, the bang echoing through the way too big room, bigger than I had excepted. "Okaaay...that's weird."
I dared a step forward, flinching as the popcorn crunched under my foot. Quickly I scanned the area behind me. "Alright, that's definitely not the hallway I'm used to," Where is my freaking house?
As I fully went inside with much hesitation, I could take in everything. The many tables and weird, weird devices placed on them. And the pictures on the walls, oh the pictures on the walls. All of them painted in oil colours, letting it look antic and plain old. And they all were portraits for sure.
And not only that. They were moving. I had only seen once in my short sixteen lifetime portraits of people moving. "Woah, Hogwarts!" A grin spread out on my lips and I dared to get more and more inside until I was stopped by a desk.
Everything looks so old and cool and Hogwarts and Dumbledore's-office-like. I froze. "Oh my holy shit. If that is Dumbledore's office I'm gonna pee in my pants," A croaky croak snapped me out of my dream-gazing at an old hat on a locker. Is that the Sorting Hat...bloody hell
I looked over at the sudden sound in the quietness, which was wrapped around this big room full of things I had never seen before...except for in Dumbledore's office. My face screwed up into a grimace. That's surely all just a dream...a wonderful dream, but a dream. It's not like I'm suddenly Alice in Wonderland
After all I didn't fell down a rabbit hole, landing on my smart ass.
The sudden sound came from a way too beautiful bird to come out from my imagination. I mean, I might have a bit of imagination, especially after I had read the Harry Potter and Lord of Rings books, but hell...this was too good.
It was decorated in deep red feathers, golden ones sticking out here and there. His or her head was high up in a majestically way. And he or she was croaking again, his or her...or screw that, it's his eyes seemingly boring down into my own.
"Wow," I stepped forward. Took another step. And another one. Until I was right in front of him. I even had to crane my neck to be able to look at him. He was resting on a stand, a place only made for him. What was his in name in Harry Potter? Fawkes...
"Hey you...," I mumbled as I stretched out a finger. He didn't budge at all as I slightly poked him. As if he was a statue. Maybe he is, who knows? But since when can statues croak? I surely would have heard of that invention. And it still looks rather like the past than the future.
The future in my imagination definitely looked different. So it couldn't be, because all of this was a dream...wasn't it? WASN'T IT?
"...Well, now that is interesting," I jerked away with a yelp. Since when could birds talk? I gaped at him with tennisball- eyes.
"Wow, how did you do that...without even opening your beak?" Woah wait, hold on. Is he a ventriloquist?
"I don't think it was him talking," I gazed over at the door, where I had been standing minutes, maybe hours ago. I heard the definitely male voice chuckling. "Actually I've never met any phoenixes, who could talk. I would have taken one of those then."
He came into my view. A greyed man, already having white hair and beard, with a long cloak covering his features. It was the moon spectacles, which cleared, who he was.
"Oh my goodness, you are Dumbledore!"
"So, just for I understand," he was sitting. "You were in your house, going to your living room as you suddenly came up into this room - my office - and now think, you ended up in a Harry Potter world?" he was sitting. Dumbeldore was sitting. Right in front of me.
"...Huh?" I blinked at him. Well, wasn't that amazing. One of my favourite characters along with many others of Harry Potter was sitting right in front of me...of course, I wouldn't even try to listen.
He smiled slightly, patient. And... "Ohh, your eyes are twinkling," I pointed at his light blue eyes under those white eyebrows. "I've always wondered, how you were doing this!"
"That is...nice to know, I guess," he chuckled again. "But I would be pleased, if you concentrate back onto my question." Oh hell, he is amused. Yay, cheer me.
"Oh alright...," I tried. "What was the question?" He repeated it. I inwardly sighed admiringly. How could he have so much patience?
"Ehm...yes," That would sum up everything I had blabbered about for more than an hour.
He laced his fingers together. "And who might this Harry Potter be...if I am correct presuming he is a person?" I stared. Huh? HUH? What the freaking HUH?
"Oh no," I held up a finger. "You can't tell me you don't know Harry Potter...of all people," He sighed. "That's impossible."
He took off his spectacles, his eyebrows crunched in a thoughtful manner. "All I've ever heard is the name James Potter, a student here in Hogwarts." Oh right, I am in Hogwarts. I grinned broadly. How could I have forgotten that even for a second. Wait...what? I frowned.
"No Harry Potter?" I asked again, tentatively. He shook his head. Then...where am I? "And who is James Potter then?" Maybe he was named different here. But that didn't make sense. Why would Harry Potter have another first name here?
"He is a student," Dumbledore declared, his eyes serious as they bored into mine. We had quite the same eye colour, though his were lighter and twinkling. "A student here in Hogwarts."
"Which house?" Maybe he was...
"Gryffindor," it was funny, how he wasn't the least bit surprised at all. Even if I told him he wasn't really...well, real. I wonder, how Gandalf would have reacted if I'd told him he was only a fictional character, produced from a mind of a genius? I thought, broodingly.
"Gryffindor...really?" Should have guessed that. OH. I beamed. I knew, where I was. It was the next generation! A time after all the things happened in the books. "Does he have a second name? A second name like Sirius maybe?" Hope built up inside, although I didn't quite know why. What would happen then? I didn't know what happened in the next generation, if something happened at all.
"No," with this little word, my hopes were crashed down. He titled his head quietly, watching over his round glasses as my shoulders sagged down. "He has a friend called Sirius..."
"OH!" I straightened up again. He raised his eyebrows, while I was grinning. I am before all the things happened...happen in the books. "Oh, okay," I got it. I was in the time of where James Potter existed - still existed - and Lily Evans and Sirius Black and Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew...Peter Pettigrew! Oh well.
"Okay...I see," I nodded to myself. So there was no Harry Potter. Yet. And Voldemort was alive and so on. Alright, I could live with that. But there was still one thing not making any sense. What was I doing here?
"What am I doing here?" I thought out loud.
"That's a good question. If I only knew the answer of it," I grinned again. Dumbeldore was so cool. Why did he have to die? I frowned thoughtfully. He doesn't have to though. Not if I could prevent it. But his death was quiet complicated like many things about him. Hm, what to do, what to do...
"I see, you don't know it either," his eyes twinkled again!
"I wouldn't have asked, you know. I am not like the ones asking stupid questions," I held my head high, before sulking. "Yeah, I know I am lying" He chuckled again.
"What are you going to do with me now?" I asked, feeling a head ache coming up. As funny as this was till now, I was having my doubts of this only being a dream.
"Yes, what am I going to do with you?" he pondered, his voice and eyes trailing off. I was so on edge as I leaned forward, eagerly waiting for his decision. If he let me stay, I could explore Hogwarts like no one else had ever done before, except for the Marauders, but they didn't count. I am going to explore the grounds on my own...if I am allowed to stay, that's it...
He pondered long...very long...so long, I believed he had dozen off if it wasn't for the constant stroking of his beard.
"SO?" I was the first to interrupt the tense silence after all. "Can I stay here?" He looked into my eyes, intently.
"Stay here?" he asked surprised. I stared, desperate.
"Eh...yes! I mean...why not?" I almost pouted. Alright, I actually did pout. He smiled with honest kindness.
"Surely it is arrangeable..."
"Cool!" I exclaimed, beaming. But... I frowned. Why was there a 'but' in my head? "Eh...but there is a problem. I'm human."
His eyes twinkled again! "And we're not?"
"No, no!" I declined as I understood. "I mean, yes...maybe you are. But I can't do any magic. I am not a witch. I am a...a...a," Damn, what was that word again? "Muggle!" Funny how I always seem to forget every little information when it was needed. "I can't do any magic at all"
"How would you know that?" I fell silent. "Something is certainly different about you. Let alone the fact that you landed in the middle of a magical school, which can't be seen by any Muggle. And not only that, but also right into my office."
"Actually it was in front of your office," I pointed out. "And there is also another problem. If I stay here - which would be so cool - somebody will definitely get suspicious. Or is it usual for the students to see someone else in the hallways without having classes or something, because I will certainly not let myself get trapped into a tower like a rapunzel and...," As he held his hands up, I immediately stopped rambling.
"If you attend this school as a student."
I raised an eyebrow. "Me? A student? In Hogwarts?" I felt myself grin, but it was soon replaced by another frown. "But I don't know magic! How am I...?"
"We better let you attend those classes in which you won't need to do practical magic. Rather theory."
I looked at him thoughtful. "You mean...I can take classes...here in Hogwarts?" Holy foot, my biggest dream comes true...
He nodded, a smile tugging on his lips. "But what kind of classes? Like History of Magic and that stuff?"
"Among others like Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions..."
"Potions does need a wand," I pointed out.
"Not exactly. And you could always have a partner I believe."
"So...," I thought of any other possible problems. "I am officially a student in Hogwarts?" I beamed, hopefully.
"After you are sorted, yes," I glanced over at the Sorting Hat on the locker.
"And when is that?" I wasn't whining, because I was impatient. Not at all.
"You will get sorted together with the first years. They still need to arrive here," he explained as he stood up, a tall frame and not intimidating at all. Note the sarcasm. Hastily I followed suit, just so I wouldn't feel small anymore. Dumbeldore - Dumbeldore! - rounded the table, going over to the door. "Until then...why don't you go with Hagrid, our Keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts to the boats. So you can get together with them."
"Why?" I asked with big eyes. Hagrid. I was going to meet Hagrid, too.
"So, you can sail through the waters to the castle as every first year."
"I am going to be a first year student?" I gaped incredulously. "I'm sixteen, thank you very much!"
He chuckled again and this time it was certainly not funny. "No, for your age you will definitely be in sixth year," He got serious. "You will attend Hogwarts as a new transfer student and go to classes without any practical magic use. You will have to give me the time to create your timetable."
"Of course," I nodded. He smiled, clapping his hands together. I didn't even realize we stood at the door frame again until I heard the by now familiar sound of crunched popcorn.
"And to prevent for any suspicions to rise up, you will go with the boats to Hogwarts. And to be able to see the beautiful sight of this school from the outside," He twinkled as the door opened by itself.
I stared at it. This is the first time I see the use of magic... I would never forget that.
And I would certainly not forget that. I mean, what the hell? Not only I had seen Dumbeldore some minutes before, but now I was currently standing in front of a big half-giant. And my shit. If he wasn't big, I wouldn't understand the world. Not that I was understanding it at all for the moment.
After all...I still hadn't figured out, why I was here. But enough of that.
"Wow, you are Hagrid!" I exclaimed as I arched my neck to look over his fluffed beard. It was true...you could only see the half of his face.
"Tha' me," * he replied and perhaps he was smiling. "Ye'r tha' transfer girl, Dumbledore 'old me 'bout?" (I won't try anymore to write down his accent if it's soo bad. :))
"Yes! I am transfer girl," More than just slightly thrilled I hopped up and down, feeling the cloak flutter over my feet. Oh yes, I was wearing a school uniform of Hogwarts! The tie still hadn't any colour, that would come soon. Thank goodness, it was September. I would have sweated the hell out of me in these thick clothes if it would have also be warm outside.
It was dark here, outside in front of the lake. The Black Lake. Which I would sail through, if those damn first years would give us the pleasure to arrive.
"I'm Jamie," I introduced myself, sticking out my hand. With wide eyes I stared as his big hand covered mine (and mine wasn't really small or something, an average size I would say), shaking it and so forcing my whole arm to move up and down with him.
"Hagrid, gamekeeper," he grinned proudly and I thought I saw some part of teeth underneath those hairs.
"When are they going to come?" I asked after a second of silence. Goodness, they certainly took their time.
Hagrid let out a deep chuckle. "Cant wai' now, can ye? They'e righ' 'ere."
As soon as he ended, a round light broke the darkness, getting bigger and bigger until I could here the sounds of an engine. I could even see the smoke as it stopped some meters away from us.
I hid behind Hagrid as the first students jumped out from the train, daring only a small look at the red steam engine. The Hogwarts Express.
"Oh wow," I sighed. This was also weird. And unbelievable. Was I even in my own world anyway? Could I just fly over back home and to my parents and living room? Doubt it.
"Firs' years, over 'ere!" the gamekeeper in front of me started to shout again and again. I noticed some little kiddos trotting over to the big man, some staring wide-eyed at him with awe and perhaps also fear. I snorted. "Firs' years, over 'ere!"
And then we could go...
...oh bloody hell.
That's it.
Tell me watcha think, will ya?