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I Don't Need to WANT to Believe…I KNOW.
By dress-shoes24
Mulder POV
Sometimes, and this is rare, but sometimes an idea will strike like lightning. And when it hits like that, there is no escaping it. I become totally and completely absorbed, even more than usual and unable to shake my sense of rightness and truth. No, I have not proved it, but I don't need to. I can feel in my heart the correctness of what I am saying. It's an overwhelming, heady sensation that I have no desire to shake. It's odd, though,
how this particular experience presented itself…
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It was just last night when a stranger at the bar approached me. He was wearing a long, flowing, indigo cloak.
"Mulder…" His voice was like sandpaper, dry and crackling.
"How do you know my name?" I responded, surprised by the strange appearance of the dark hooded figure. The stranger ignored my question.
"Take it. Read," he said as he thrust a battered hard-back book into my wary hand. "It is the answer to every question you have ever dared to ask." I stared at the book dumbfounded, wondering what this mystical book might unveil. I heard the swish of his cloak and looked up to ask again who this man was, and found myself speaking to nobody. He had gone.
I returned my gaze to the book in my hand, which had no cover, seeking to find the title. My confusion increased ten fold.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
Little did I know that this book would change my entire life.
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Narrator POV
"Mulder, what the hell are you reading? We have work to do," Scully said, impatiently tapping the toe of her boot on the industrial gray carpet. Mulder did not look up, totally engrossed.
"Mulder?" Again, no response.
"Mulder?" Silence.
"Seriously, Mulder, what are you reading?" Scully was genuinely intrigued now. He closed the book, but kept it in his hands.
"I've been here reading all night," Mulder said slowly. "Scully, I think I have the answer." Scully's whole disposition changed at once. She bent closer to Mulder over the desk, eyes alight with intensity and excitement.
"What do you mean?" She breathed. "In this book? What is this book, Mulder?" He looked suddenly hesitant and shoved the book aside.
"I'll tell you when we get there. Scully, we're going to England. And we have to be there by September first."
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Ginny Weasley sat in the crowded Muggle taxi, irritably blowing her long fiery hair out of her face. She was nervous and high strung. They drove by a horsey, calmly drinking from a stream. If only she could be that horsey, so calm, not about to attempt anything reckless or potentially damaging to the comfortable life she'd learned to enjoy. But that's not all she could damage. This could be harmful to the whole wizard race. But she had to do it. Dumbledore had told her to do it. She knew not why…but she felt that she must obey.
They arrived at King's Cross Train Station at a quarter to eleven. Right on time to meet them. She'd never seen them before but knew just what to look for. The man, the silly, silly man, was standing what he must have imagined to be inconspicuously beside the barrier between platforms nine and ten. The woman, whose hair was remarkably like Bill's if not in style, in length and color, was muttering what looked to be some form of complaint to the man.
"I have to take a pee," Ginny told her mother as she watched Harry, Ron and Hermione prepare to disappear through the solid wall.
"Well, hurry dear. The train is going to be leaving in ten minutes," her mother told her.
"Yeah, mum. It'll only take a minute." She began to walk slowly toward the man and woman, her eyes begging entrance into his. He returned her stare steadily, as if he had expected her. She motioned for him to follow, mouthing the word "come". They came.
Ginny lead them to the girl's loo. The man, oddly enough, had no reservations in entering with the both of the ladies.
"How? How do we get on?" He asked urgently.
"Mulder…get on what?" Scully asked, confused. Both Mulder and Ginny ignored her.
"You'll need to put this on." Ginny tossed the stolen invisibility cloak to them.
"But how will we get on the platform? We're mere Muggles."
"Hold on just one second. Muggles? Cloaks? England?" The pieces started coming together for Scully, "Mulder. Why have you brought me here?"
"Now don't get mad, Scully. Hear me out –"
"We don't have the time!" Ginny interjected. "Explain on the train. I've got Muggles to smuggle!"
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The shock was plain on Scully's face after what Mulder had explained to her once they were safely on the train.
"You're crazy. I.…this…this is an irrational hallucination!" Mulder immediately jumped to his feet, the remarkable invisibility cloak falling gracefully to the ground. "Open your eyes! Look around you! We're on the Hogwarts Express!"
"We-we can't be…The Hogwarts Express doesn't exist!" Mulder let out a laugh of dark mirth.
"Why can't you believe your own eyes, Scully? How can you explain the cloak? It's real, as real as you and me! There is no other logical explanation!"
"Logical!?" Scully shrieked, "There is nothing logical about this, Mulder!" And then she fainted.
"Scully! Chocolate! I need chocolate!" Mulder cried.
"Don't be stupid, Mulder," Ginny, who had been watching this scene take place, half amused and half exasperated, said. "That only works for Dementor visits. Chocolate doesn't cure a faint."
"Oh, right…well, she is going to be okay, isn't she?" He was nervous.
"Yes. But I think it'd be kinder just to let her sleep off the shock. I'm going to go change."
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When Scully awoke, she was in a bed. She had no idea where, but all around her were chamber potties.
"Thank heavens!" She whispered, and immediately abandoned her pants.
"Scully? Are you awake?" Mulder's voice echoed in the long hall of toilets.
"Yeah, Mulder, I'm here. Give me a second." As she emerged from the stall, Mulder's excited face greeted her.
"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?! We're here! Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I spoke briefly to the master here, and we have to meet with him this afternoon." Mulder's enthusiasm could not be muffled (even by a muffler, probably).
"Why, frankly, Mulder, no. I can not believe it. It's really tripping me out, actually. Where have you taken me? Is this some sick joke? Because I'm not laughing, Mulder, I'm not laughing!" Scully began hyperventilating and Mulder began to giggle uncontrollably.
"Scully, this isn't a joke! This is really it! I knew the moment that Dumbledore pulled out his Put-Outer in the first chapter that it was real. Although…we learn later that it's really called a Deluminator…but that's irrelevant! I've been right the whole time, Scully. I knew there was more than this shallow, lowly life of mere humans! There's more out there Scully! I don't need to want to believe anymore…I know!"
"Mulder…you're crazy." She enunciated each word slowly and deliberately, as if speaking to a first grader…or a crazy person.
"You'll see, Scully…now come on! I'll prove it to you."