Hello, fandom of Harry Potter :D Nice to meet you all.
After a failed attempt at a Lord of the Rings fic, I came here.
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Chapter One: Down the Plug Hole

The day started off as any other: water polo training in the morning, lunch, karate in the afternoon. But after kicking a few guys in the nuts for an hour, my life took a sharp turn into-you know what? I'll get to that later. Drop me into Middle Earth or Camp Half-Blood any day, and I'd be cool with it. The Hunger Games, maybe not. But this? No way. No way in hell was this right. Let's take it from the top.

"Class dismissed." bows, apologies and a few ice packs later, I was trying to find my shoes in the girl's change room. I was always the last one out of the dojo because I always managed to discard my shoes in the most inconvenient nooks and crannies. This time, I wasn't so alone after all.

"Where'd I put those bloody shoes?!"

"Perhaps you ssshould try...in here?" the voice was smooth and cold, as if a snake was speaking. My sister had been dropped into Middle Earth and brought back a goblin, and my brother (well, half-brother anyway) was training in Camp Half-Blood, so I was used to strange things happening.

"Ok, what are you this time?" I cautiously made my way to the stall at the opposite end of the change room.

"Come clossser..."

I didn't have any weapons. I thought back to the time my sister had punched a goblin that had followed her back here. The poor thing didn't stand a chance. I was three years older, and could probably take on a fully grown Orc. I opened the door...

A spider came flying at me. I screamed, wrenching the hairy thing off my face.

"Gotchya." giggled Thalia. My bloody sister and her tricks.

"Oh, you're in for it now! Where did you put my shoes?"

"Check in there."

I leaned over the toilet. Well, there goes a good pair of boots, I thought. I reached in...

The world swirled around for a bit, then I landed in a fireplace.

Thalia POV

Thali had seen her sister get sucked into the toilet. As long as she made it home in time for breakfast the next morning, mom wouldn't mind.

Her young ten-year-old mind said something about the Ministry of Magic and Harry Potter. She sat on the floor, and waited for her older sister to return.

I looked up, rubbing the back of my head. What the...

I looked around. Stone walls, big hall, an almost non-existent roof, and people. Lots of people.

Everyone was walking around like nothing had happened. Only a few glanced at me strangely. They were all wearing black or grey suits.

Well, this place didn't look familiar. I picked myself up and smoothed out my gi. Then I stopped a guy who looked vaguely friendly. "Excuse me, where am I?"

He looked surprised, "Why, you're in the Ministry of Magic. Good day."

He carried on walking. Ministry of Magic? It sounded like something my mom would be babbling on about. She loved the Harry Potter books. I, however, hadn't read a single page.

I stopped another guy, "Sorry, how do I get out of here?"

"Back the way you came in. Through the Floo Network. Well, I'm off to the courtrooms. Wish me luck."

I stared after him. Floo Network? It sounded like a disease. I went back into the fireplace and prodded around for a while. After a flash of green and a few guys appearing out of thin air and slamming into me, I gave up. I leaned on the wall and stared at the fireplace.

Floo Network...what was it mom said? To travel the Floo Network, you need Floo Powder. Floo Powder...jeez, it really couldn't get any more frustrating, could it?

I wondered around for a bit, then I came to a sign that said 'Visitors'. It was posted on one of those red phone booths, the kind of thing you would see in London. I opened the door and stepped in.

Nothing.

I punched in a few random numbers. Either luck had decided to join my side today, or it responded to anything you punched in. Either way, I ended up on a street corner. I got out of the booth and shivered. It was snowing heavily, and the karate gi was not designed for cold weather, never mind snow.

I looked around, what in the...
It looked like London. Wasn't I on the other side of the globe a while ago? I hugged myself and stared hopelessly out into the night. I stretched out my arm to steady myself on the wall against a blast of cold air.

Then I saw the headlights coming at me.

It's a mish-mash of the books and movies, by the way.