Hey there, readers! Just to let you know, this is a cross between Harry Potter and Xiaolin Showdown. This is what I think would happen if Severus Snape and Chase Young both met each other and me… Teehee!
Dreams Can Come True.
"Don't cry to me! If you loved me, you would be here with me! You want me, come find me! Make your miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind!" I was singing along to Evanescence's "Call Me When You're Sober" when I reached my house. I pulled out my house key just as I sang, "Should've let you fall, lose it all! So maybe you can remember yourself!" I jammed the key into the lock and turned and let myself into the air-conditioned front hall. I pulled the earphones out of my ears and heard the droning of the alarm. "Oh, shut up," I muttered to it, punching in the code to turn it off.
I was in a good mood, seeing as it was the first day of spring break. I hummed the rest of the song as I pulled the key out of the front door and turned off my iPod. I threw my backpack on the floor with a thud before running up the stairs to my room to change out of my uniform into normal clothes. I slammed my door shut, because otherwise it wouldn't close. I tore the repressive garments off and pulled on a black shirt and jeans, my favorite pair by Levi and Strauss. I danced over to the door singing, "It's sprrriiiiiiiiiiiiing break! No more Towson Catholic for me! For a week, anyway." I muttered the last part darkly, scowling at the thought.
As I was turning into the hall, I saw my cat Gadshy lounging at the top landing of the stairs. "PRETTY BOY! HOW ARE YOU? I LOVE YOU!" I swooped down on him and picked him up, hugging him tightly, getting his ginger fur all over my shirt. He mewed pitifully and struggled to get out of my grasp. I put him back down and brushed most of the cat hair off of me. "Do you know what, kitty cat? A day as good as this deserves…. COFFEE ICE CREAM!!!!!" He gazed at me lazily as I bounded down the stairs. I landed at the bottom sideways, facing into the Dining room, through which was the kitchen. I crept through the room on tiptoes, trying to sneak up on the food of which I would gulp down in countless seconds. I threw myself against the wall and whispered, "Prepare yourself, ice cream…. THOU SHALT BE DEVOURED!!!!!!!" As I screamed the last part, I leapt into the doorway, and was about to run into the kitchen when I saw something that made my heart stop. There was a man standing with the food pantry open staring at me. There was a man who I DIDN'T KNOW STANDING IN MY HOUSE. LOOKING THROUGH MY CUPBOARD.
After staring at him for a few seconds, I took in a deep breath, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I ran out of breath, so I gulped in another and was about to let out another scream when his hand went over my mouth.
"What are you doing?" He hissed through clenched teeth, "What are you screaming about? Do you want to alert people of my presence?" I gasped in his hand. I recognized that voice. And, now that I wasn't shrieking my head off, I recognized his eyes, too. And his hair.
"Phas Oug?" Which translates to, "Chase Young?" but the first way was the way it sounded through his hand. He smirked.
"I see that you've heard of me." He said, removing his hand from my mouth.
"Heard of you?" I said in disbelief, "I'm like your biggest fan! In a good way, though," I added in a rush, "Not like Jack Spicer. At all."
"I'm flattered," he said, his voice bored.
"Yeah, if you don't mind me asking," I said, fidgeting nervously, "what are you doing here?"
His orangey yellow eyes looked at me in slight irritation. "I was going to ask you the same question."
"Well, I live here…." I said, although I very well knew what he meant.
He growled. "That's not what I meant."
I gulped nervously. "Yeah, I gathered that… And to answer your question, I have no idea why you are in my house." I stepped back, somewhat afraid of his murderous expression. "Honest to God! Err… Honest to the devil? Allah? Buddha?"
"Enough of this nonsense! Just get me out of here!" He hissed in aggravation.
I nodded. "Uh huh. Right. Well, if you follow me to my basement, we can think of something there."
He raised an eyebrow. "Your basement?" He asked skeptically.
"Yes. I have my computer and stuff down there…"
I moved past him and turned to the left, through another door way and then turned left again and went down my basement stairs. At the bottom landing I turned and turned left again and then turned left again and I stopped and waited for Chase to catch up.
"Well, here it is." I said, gesturing around the room. It was narrow and dark; boxes were piled up on the right side, making it look smaller than it was. He looked around in distaste. "I know it's not that great, but-" There was a sudden blinding light and the next thing I knew I was hanging upside-down by my ankle. "What the hell?" I exclaimed, turning my head wildly from side to side.
"Silencio!" cried a voice that instantly recognized.
I gaped across the room at Severus Snape, The Potions Master for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Who are you?" Chase asked, getting into a fighting stance.
"I might ask you the same question." Snape said, pointing his wand at Chase.
"I suggest you put her down," Chase growled, nodding his head toward me.
"Not until you say who you are," Snape said coolly.
"I'm Chase Young, the Prince of Darkness." Chase said, not leaving his stance.
Snape smirked, and then with a flick of his wand, I fell to the ground. I quickly stood and brushed myself off.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" I said, my words slurred with excitement. "I was just hung upside-down by Severus Snape! I was just hung upside-down by Severus Snape! EIEIE!"
The professor looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "Why are you happy about this?" He asked, his voice cool.
I quickly composed myself as best I could. "Oh, no reason…" I said in an attempted airy voice. "I am new to being hung upside-down, that's all."
"So, in other words, you are a muggle?" he asked.
I nodded.
He cursed under his breath. "And I suppose that he is, too?"
"What would that be?" Chase asked, his voice edged with anger.
I realized that the immortal might think that the term 'muggle' was some sort of insult. "It means that you can't do magic." I said quickly. "With a wand and stuff."
Chase gave a stiff nod.
"So, if neither of you can do magic," Severus said softly, "then how in the name of Merlin did I get here?" His voice got gradually louder as he said this and he raised his wand in a threatening way, causing me to back up a little bit.
"I don't know!" I said, holding my hands protectively in front of my face. "I was wondering the same thing! I was just asking myself how two of the sexiest- I mean, two of the most intelligent?" I knew as soon as I said 'two of the sexiest' that I was doomed. Both of the men who were in the room with me rounded on me, their eyes wide, making them look almost comical had it not been for the fact that I was terrified that they might kill me. "I'm just saying that you both are physically attractive in your own way! I meant no harm!" They both just stared at me like I was insane. "I can't help it! Hormones are raging-"
"Stop right there!" Chase said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't want to hear about what you find sexually attractive."
I nodded sheepishly. "Um, right… Well, I think that I'm going to go-" I started to edge towards the staircase. "Er, get something… Bye!" I turned and high-tailed it up the stairs as fast as I could. "Oh, my God," I muttered to myself, " I've got to get out of here before-" Before I got fully up the stairs I came to a screeching halt when I almost ran into Severus. "Oh!" I stammered, trying to sound surprised. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"And where, pray tell, are you off to in such a hurry?" He asked quietly, his black eyes flashing.
I gulped nervously. "Well… Ah… I was just-"
"Running away?" He asked, crossing his arms across his chest. "Well it's obvious that you wouldn't be a Gryffindor."
"Well, um, I guess that I'll just go back-" I turned around and looked to the bottom of the stairs to see Chase standing there, his hands on his hips. "Down." I gave myself a mental shake.
Just stay calm… There is no need to freak out over this…But before the words could sink in, a heard a rustle and turned to see one of Snape's hands in his robes. "Don't kill me!" I cried, throwing my hands in front of my face, "I'll do what ever you want!"
He smirked at me as he pulled out his wand. "How did you know that's what I wanted to do?"
My eyes grew wide and I backed down a step. "Heh, heh, let's not be hasty now- I know things about you that tell me that you couldn't kill an innocent soon-to-be fifteen-year-old girl for no reason."
"I would think that magically forcing a man into a different country and then running away from him is reason enough." He sneered.
"What?" I asked, lowering my arms a little, "You blame this on me? A muggle girl, hardly old enough to make a rational decision on her own? Are you insane?"
He pointed his wand at me threateningly. "I would watch what I say, muggle." He growled.
I gulped. "Right… I just…forgot who had the weapon for a moment…"
"Go back down the stairs." He ordered, jerking his wand in the direction he wanted me to go.
I hesitantly turned around and went down the stairs and stopped when I got to Chase. I turned my head to see Snape stop on the second to bottom stair.
"Go to the couches."
I nodded and moved past Chase and walked into the new part of our basement. We had gotten an addition on our house over the summer, so we had a lot more room than we used to, so it was easier to breathe. I sat on one of the two couches we had.
Both Severus and Chase followed me. "So," Severus started, standing in front of me. I shifted uncomfortably, and my discomfort seemed to entertain him. "How the hell did you get me here?"
"I already told you," I said as calmly as I could, "I have no idea how you got here. I'm just as surprised as you are."
The man leaned closer after my response. "Don't lie to me." He said dangerously. "I know that you're a witch."
I was surprised by his accusation. Me, a witch? Ha! "Are you really so sure?" I asked slyly. "Why don't you use legilimency? Then you'll see that I'm not lying."
"Fine." He grumbled, boring his eyes into mine. I stared defiantly back. Or, I tried to stare defiantly back, but it was rather hard considering the fact that I was horrified. After several long moments, he broke the connection "Where did you learn Occlemency, witch?"
I gaped at him. "I don't know Occlemency, and I'm not a witch!"
He smirked. "Why, then did you shut down all emotion when I made the connection?"
"I…did?" I asked, confused. I thought for a moment before saying quietly, "It might be because of my father."
"What does your father have to do with this?" Snape snarled.
"I lie to him sometimes, and can't let him know that." I said simply. "But I didn't know that I did it every time I made eye contact."
He stared at me for a long moment before saying, "So you are a good liar?"
I nodded. "I'm an actress, I have to be good."
"And that would explain why you almost got away with saying you weren't a witch?" Severus said.
"Ye- NO! I'm not a witch! I don't even have a wand!" I cried, standing up from my seat. "I go to a muggle school, have muggle parents, muggle ancestors, muggle siblings, muggle everything! There is no way in Heaven or Hell that I'm a witch!"
"Just because you have muggle ancestry doesn't mean you can't be a witch." He shot at me.
I was caught slightly off guard. "I'm not a witch." I said defiantly, sinking into the couch. "I'm not."
"There is no use in denying it," Snape said, slightly triumphant. "But I will over look the fact that you lied if you send me back."
I sighed and rose again. "If I knew how, I would." I said, walking over to a window and looking out. "But I have no idea how you got here in the first place, or if it was caused by me in the first place. But right now I really need some-" I yawned, "rest."
"It's in the middle of the afternoon." Chase said, speaking for the first time in minuets.
I nodded. "I know." With that I turned and headed for the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Severus's voice stopped me.
"To my room." I said, not turning around.
"Then I'm going with you." He said. "Mr. Young, if you wish to accompany us-"
"Seeing as there's nothing else to do." Chase sighed.
"Fine. Follow me." I said, and I started for the stairs once more.
