Sorry! When i reread it at the Dentist Office I noticed a LOT of mistakes. Hey everyone! As you all already know, I don't own The Santa Clause or The Santa Clause 2. I only own Angela, Professor Mahogany, and the plot. I totally love Bernard so I'm happy to write this, hopefully I'll be able to finish it too! This is somewhat of a crossover with SC 2 and Harry Potter, hope you all enjoy!
Only Time Will Tell.
Angela looked through her bags once more just to double-check that she had everything. She couldn't believe she was picked to go on this trip. Dumbledore had asked people to drop slips in for the young wizards and witches whom wanted to take part in the Peace Treaty Christmas Talks. It was to soothe things over with the Christmas Elves after the House Elf Proclamation was taken through the Ministry of Magic. Being who she was, Angela didn't expect to go. The school certainly, but she thought magic wouldn't have let her. She looked at herself in the mirror by her bedside. She was sure if they had found out what she was long ago, she'd be one of those whose mercy belonged to the Proclamation. Her feet were wrapped up warm in her UGG boots that hid her pointed toes without hurting them. She was wearing hip hugger green khaki corduroys with red string ups on the sides, an ivory colored bohemian style shirt with long open sleeves ending at the back of her knees, and she wore her personal best cloak: khaki colored with sheep fur fringe and her matching barrette. Her barrette hung low on one side and her curly mid-back length chestnut brown hair flowed from under it. These were the two essentials from hiding whom she was: her hat and her hair. She took off her hat and pulled back her hair to reveal two pointy ears. 'I wonder what would happen if someone found out I was half Christmas elf?'
When she heard a knock on the door, she quickly put her hair back into place and plopped her hat on her head.
"Ms. Elvenham, we're leaving soon," she heard Professor Mahogany say through the door. Luckily Professor M was a man, or else he might have seen her ears. He was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and a damn fine one she'd say so.
'I have to be more careful, I can't get caught now.'
She looked in her bag to make sure she had her family seal. Another thing she needed to find out about her Elven heritage."Alright professor, I'm coming!' she called out, dragging her stuff to the door. She opened it and piled her bags out.
"C'mon child, let's go, or else we'll be late!" Professor M said.
Professor M helped her with her bags to the Main Hall where she met her traveling companions: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasely, whom were also from her own house. They were all the same age, but none of them ever noticed her until they announced the winner. I guess that's a good thing about having elf blood, you don't have to be noticed unless you want to or have to. She probably would have been unnoticed too if her name hadn't been called, but she didn't mind, she'd get to see her true home for the first time. This was their 7th and final year at Hogwarts, and she was hoping to be able to go home, and this was her chance.
"Alright, everyone present?" Dumbledore asked. "Alright then, let's go." And as soon as he spoke a light came over them and the next thing Angela knew, she was rubbing the blind spots out of her eyes.
Bernard was worried, VERY worried. Not only were the elves a day behind schedule due to those scientists studying ultrasounds of the area, but also they were soon expecting wizards from some school in England. WIZARDS! The last time he checked, he thought that wizards enslaved elves, those of the Nordains anyway. He looked out at the courtyard of Elfsburg and then to his watch. 'Only 10 more minutes 'til they get here, great, just what we needed.'
"All right everyone," he said. All the elves continued their work, pretending not to have heard him.
"EVERYONE!" Bernard yelled. Heads snapped up and all was quiet. "10 minutes till the Wizards appear. Now, I have a few new rules and restrictions for when they arrive." A rumbling groan came from the assembly of elves. With a look he got them to quickly "get over" there disappointment.
"Come on Bernard, they don't need these rules, we don't need our guests to see us in a less then happy mood now do we?" Came a voice from behind.
"Santa, there you are! Of course they need these rules, we don't need those ABUSERS to put thoughts in our heads, and I also don't see why I had to get dressed up?" Bernard replied with the known and derogatory term for wizards. Bernard was wearing his pair of good elf-slippers, a dark mint green, his pants were a matching green with gold-colored trimmings and stripes, and he wore his best shirt, a gold open-sleeved shirt with dark green string tie up on the front. Not to mention the medal insignia on his hat was shined up.
"Bernard, there here for a peace treaty, AND you also know that they've let those elves go. Two summers ago, a witch named Hermione Granger was able to lead a revolt for better treatment of there Elves," Santa quirked. However, with a sterner face he ordered, " And do NOT call them abusers, in front of me or them!"
Bernard sighed, "Fine, no new rules, but only ONE RESTRICITON!" he said to the crowd.
"We shall NOT, and I repeat NOT be-" Bernard was cut off by a blinding flash of light. Seconds later, his eyes had refocused to see a group of 6, dressed in the oddest clothes.