Chapter 1
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You could easily tell, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that there were two children wildly out of place. They attracted the eye of the entire student body, and staff aside (from the man with a white beard and twinkling blue eyes).
He rose to speak, his magnificent blue robes trailing behind him as he attracted the attention of every being in the gigantic hall. "Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I would like to start off bluntly. You deserve to know. Lord Voldemort has returned, and will remain alive until someone defeats him," the man looked pointedly at a boy with untidy black hair and brilliant green eyes, who immediately looked away, embarrassed at the attention, "This year, we will have two visitors, remaining here for safe-keeping. Voldemort will be looking for them, and this is the only place we can offer protection. I would like you to welcome them." The man motioned for the two odd-looking children to step forward, out of the shadows and sit on a stool. Murmurs of worry and fear filled the hall at his words.
Soon, every eye was moved from the bearded man to the two children entering the room. The first was gangly tall. He was nearly 6'3", and was slightly uncoordinated. It looked as if he had been stretched beyond his years. He had chocolate brown eyes that were staring inquisitively at the giant mass of students covered in cloaks. He ran a hand through his black hair, causing the very end to stand in a rooster-tail-like fashion. He was smirking broadly, as if all the eyes trained on his appearance had absolutely no baring on him. He continually looked over his shoulder at the girl bouncing along behind him, they were obviously good friends.
The contrast between the girl and the boy was amazing. She was short, barely scraping the 5'3" mark. Her grey-blue eyes seemed to dart around excitedly, examining every inch of the mysterious place, as if she were determined to figure it out and commit it to memory. Her medium-length blond hair seemed to bounce with her every step, although one could tell she was slightly clumsy, as she stumbled onto the step, having to grip the boy to prevent her from falling. She merely smiled and stood up straight, her eyes cast down, the dark lashes covering them, embarrassed. The boy laughed at her and the two stood side-by-side.
It wasn't their physical appearances that seemed so odd, in fact, there wasn't anything strikingly different from them and the students. It was their apparel.
The boy was dressed in a crayon red shirt. On it was written in black letters, "WARNING: I JUST ESCAPED THE INSANE ASYLUM." Students laughed outright at those words, but he didn't seem to care. He wore straight, dark denim jeans that fell to his red high-top "Old Skool" Vans. Overall, it was a remarkable difference from the long cloaks.
The girl's differences were even more prominent. She wore a v-neck grey t-shirt decorated with a skull and cross bones, and the words, "The Goonies Never Say Die!". This shirt earned whispers of wonder at what that could possibly mean. Her pants were tight skinny jeans that stopped once they reached her black "Classic" Vans.
Dumbledore welcomed them however, pretending to be completely ignorant to their appearance. He spoke once again to the Great Hall, "Students, these are our visitors. This," he said gesturing to the boy, "is Riley Joseph Orves, and this," he said, gesturing to the girl, "is Oljianna Adrian Kyle."
"We'll be sorting them into houses. I expect you to welcome them as if they were a long-lost family member. Understood?" He asked, piercing every student in the hall. Some nodded numbly, as if under some trance. "Good."
He gestured to Riley to sit down on a worn down stool. Once he was seated he placed an equally worn-out hat on his head, that seemed to sit for a moment before yelling, "BE QUIET! I'm trying to think!" The hall fell silent, but Riley simply laughed and winked at Olji. It caused a great commotion in the hall, obviously none of the students had ever been told to be quiet. It wasn't long after that, that the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" The table filled with students wearing scarlet and gold stood and cheered. The boy smiled smugly and moved to sit at that table.
Once Riley was seated, he smiled encouragingly at the Oljianna, who moved more cautiously than the him, (he bounded up to sit on the stool). She sat proudly though, and waited for the sorting hat to be placed on her head. She too was grinning and winked at Riley. It wasn't long before the hat shouted exasperatedly, "You and that boy must be related. It is ridiculously to read your mind when you are SINGING some song called "Bannanaphone"! Good lord!" She laughed too. Once she was mentally quiet, the Sorting hat was able to scream, "GRYFFINDOR!" The table where Riley was sitting roared again with cheers and she bounced, smiling to where her friend was sitting.
"Hey, what's up?" She said, laughing at the boy.
"Nothin' much, Olji! That was genius! You did "Bannanaphone"? I did the "Llama Song"! Ha! Great minds think alike, huh?" He said, just as happily. He was obviously pleased with himself.
"Pretty sweet we got in Gryffindor, huh Riley? I mean, I could have handled Ravenclaw, but seriously! Slytherin, Hufflepuff?! Hell no!" Olji said, smirking proudly. It seemed as though every worry she had was gone.
"Definitely," he said with finality. The other students looked at them as if they were crazy. They spoke without skipping their 'R's and without elongating their vowels. In other words, they spoke with no British accent. In fact, it was the exact opposite.
"Excuse me," a girl said, with bushy brown hair and doe-brown eyes, "But who are you?"
Oljianna and Riley laughed and spoke, "Sorry for not introducing ourselves, I'm Riley, and this is Oljianna."
Olji interjected, "But you can call me Olji or Leigh. It doesn't matter. I answer to both," she grimaced slightly, "I just don't really like Oljianna…" She was rambling now.
"Not to be rude, but why the bloody hell are you here?" A boy with red hair and freckles asked.
This time, it was Olji that spoke, "Well, your headmaster, Dumbledore, thinks that Voldemort was searching for us as weapons. He brought us here for protection."
"Why does he want you protected?" The boy with disheveled black hair and bright green eyes asked questioningly.
"We're supposedly valuable, but I don't see why… There are plenty of us in the States. Do me a favor and think about that for me Riley," Olji said.
"Why, cause you can't think for yourself or something?" Riley asked, smirking. Olji stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed.
"As funny as that is, what do you mean, "The States"?" The boy asked impatiently. It was obviously important to him, but Olji and Riley were going to have no part in it.
"You know. We're guests. You should really be more polite. I'm not even sure I should answer your question. Besides, you haven't told us who you are!" Riley said, attempting to make them even more impatient and annoyed.
"Fine, if we tell you who we are, you tell us why you're here, why you're special, and what the hell "The States" means!" The boy exclaimed again. Riley and Olji nodded reluctantly, as their fun was gone.
"I'm Ron Weasley," the boy with red hair and freckles said. The girl with bushy hair and brown eyes followed, "I'm Hermione Granger." The boy with the dark hair, brilliant green eyes, and a lightning shaped scar spoke last and flinchingly, as if every word pained him, "And I'm Harry Potter."
"Well," Olji said, clapping her hands together in a falsely happy way, "'The States' first! I'll give you hints. Declaration of Independence ring a bell? We kicked your ass in the Revolutionary War? That should be a dead giveaway," Riley laughed, and added, "That's great! That's great Olji!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all glaring as they grumbled, "The United States." They were still grudged over the fact that their country lost the war to a bunch of 'bloody' Americans.
"We've already told you who we are, but maybe the tea and crumpets have all gone to your head and you can't remember," Olji said as Riley slapped his hand to his thigh he was laughing so hard. Hermione glared, but the boys began to see her sense of humor.
"We're here because your old man asked us to. Trust us, running around in Britain with a bunch of snobby Brits was not on our list of things to do. And come on! Who could be more special and perfect than us?! Mainly me, of course!" Olji said, smiling falsely apologetically at her friend. He only laughed.
"Why are you special though?" Hermione asked, their answers not satisfying her.
"Doesn't my shirt speak for itself? Can you even read? I mean, I know we sound different, but we speak the same God damn language!" Riley exclaimed, gesturing to his shirt.
"Yeah. We're special. Special Ed. Mainly Riley of course though," Olji laughed.
"Sure, like the over-achieving perfectionist with ADD and OCD doesn't belong in the "Special Ed" category either!" Riley retorted.
"At least I'm not some Fanfiction crazed wacko that likes dogs!" Olji yelled right back.
The three Brits were staring at them as if they were monkeys in a zoo. Who could blame them though?
"At least I don't spell "monkeys" wrong!" Riley yelled, gesturing to the story that was being written around them.
"You shut up about my spelling! At least I don't flash the peace sign like a freaking Asian!" Olji's cheeks were darkening, and she was gasping for breath she was laughing so hard.
Ron cut in, "Bloody hell! I don't have any idea what they are talking about! It's like they're speaking in another language!"
"Ron, we've already gone over this. We speak the same language, we just sound completely different. Of course, Riley speaks a language all his own. It's taken me sixteen years, and I'm still learning!" Olji joked.
"Yes. Very few are fluent in "Rilian"." Riley gave in, causing Ron to snicker.
"Now I think I'm beginning to understand!" He exclaimed, triumphant at this.
Hermione and Harry however, were still stuck on what was going on.
"This is exactly why you should never try to argue with an idiot. They'll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience. As of right now, we're dragging you down to our level and you are doing a fucking awful job of understanding." Riley said, as if responding to their thoughts. He was doing a very bad job of hiding his smile.
Ron smiled and held out his hand, "Well, personally, I think we're going to be great friends!"
"Yes Ron. You fit in well with a bunch of idiots," Hermione said, chastising him.
"Hey! Who are you calling a bunch of idiots! I bet Olji and I could tackle you in a heartbeat when it came to magic and overall knowledge!" Riley shouted, clearly offended.
"Yeah right. Hermione's best in the year," Harry said.
"Damn! Someone is getting possessive!" Olji teased.
"That's right!" Harry yelled, standing up straight, obviously angry.
"Dumb ass!" Riley retorted, laughing at his stupidity.
Olji jumped in her seat and mumbled something at Riley, who's eyes began scanning the shocked crowd. Anyone within a twenty yard radius was staring, open-mouthed at their accents. The rest of the room remained completely ignorant of the heated conversation that was going on at the Gryffindor table.
Riley and Olji were focused now, their eyes narrowing on Draco Malfoy.
Olji spoke first, as if hissing, "Who's that?"
"Draco Malfoy," Harry spoke, as if disgusted at even speaking his name.
"I have a…bad feeling about him, Riley," Olji spoke as if in code.
"At least we agree on one thing then," Hermione said, "None of us like Malfoy."
"How can you when he looks like a weasel?" Olji exclaimed. Everyone noticed her voice was raised, as she was determined him to hear her diss.
She glared at the boy, and eventually he turned to look at her, it was as if they were having a staring contest.
"I say he should beat it. Like Michael Jackson," Olji said, breaking her stare. Riley could only slap his head in exasperation.
"Who is Michael Jackson?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows raised.
Riley slapped his head at the dumbest comment a supposed know-it-all could make. "I freaking swear! You'll be the death of my brain cells!"
"Basically, he's the Pop King. You don't want to know anything else about him…" Olji said, scrunching her face in thought.
"You know, even if you two are idiots, I think we'll make pretty good friends!" Ron said merrily, as if tired of his normal company. Hermione and Harry glared at him, but nodded reluctantly at the two outsiders.
Olji and Riley smirked at their expressions, "Suuuuure. I'm sure Hermione and me will be BESTIES!" Olji exclaimed sarcastically.
Hermione had to laugh at this, and pretty soon the five of them were joking around as if they had known each other for years.
Little did the trio know, they were talking to dangerous and wanted magical creatures. (Wanted by Voldemort, though)