Note from the Author (2016)
Just a heads up for all who are still reading this: I am currently in the process of updating these posted chapters and am working on future chapters. I truly am sorry for the unplanned hiatus and I promise you I have not forgotten about this story. That being said however, I am having difficulty in planning where this is headed and whether to keep it canon or not - although at this point in time that is quite unlikely. I cannot give an exact time as to when new chapters will be posted, so again I am sorry for that. Thank you so much to everyone who has read this story and for all of your wonderful comments and support - I really do appreciate it and I apologise for being such an unreliable poster.
All of my love, Words of Truth
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Where The Hell Am I!
This story is a mix between Sisters Grimm and Harry Potter and unfortunately I do not own any characters or the series. Some characters may be a little bit OOC , but I have tried to make them as real as possible.
It is set during 5th Year at Hogwarts.
Puck and Sabrina are 15.
Daphne and Red are 10
Relda and Canis are ?
Harry, Ron, Hermione are 15
Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise are 15
Fred and George are 17
Other characters follow the same principle apart from the Professors
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Chapter 1: An Ordinary Day… Or Not
"Where the hell am I!" Sabrina shouted.
"I believe you are at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" replied Dumbledore, as he recovered from the shock of her sudden appearance.
And to think that it all started as an ordinary day...
The Grimm's Household, Ferryport Landing, United States.
It was an ordinary day in the Grimm residence. It started with the usual wake-up call from a recently pranked Sabrina, followed by two screaming tornadoes known as Puck and Sabrina, tearing through the house and reducing it to rubble, followed lastly by the usual morning exercise routing of "lets use Puck as our personal punching bag", again led by Sabrina.
Probably the only thing that wasn't following the usual morning schedule was Daphne, who was quietly sitting down reading a book and not making a sound apart from the occasional biting of the palm session.
Puck, having finally escaped the 'fists of wrath' from a certain long haired blonde fell down on the couch beside Daphne who was in the midst of yet another bout of biting her palm. He yawned without looking at the unusually silent ten year old next to him. "Watchya doing Marshmallow?" he asked not really caring about the answer. "Reading a book." was the only reply.
"…."
"What ARE you doing Puck?" Sabrina said finally walking into the room with barely a glance at the trembling teen huddled in the corner opposite the space he had been occupying 5 seconds before. "She...she's doing the taboo, the bane of my existence, my death, my greatest enemy –well, apart from Pan, the unspeakable, the…"
"You're reading aren't you?" Sabrina turned to her sister. "I don't know what he's so worked up about", the ten year old replied. "One minute he's fine, the next he's in the corner shaking like he's just been told to take a shower-". A broken howl permeated the air. Sabrina sniggered "That's cause you said the taboo word Daph - BOOK!" Puck recommenced screaming as if his wings had been ripped off all over again.
"What is going on down here" Granny Relda came hurrying down with Mr Canis and Red following closely behind her. "Well for starters, Daph said the forbidden word, wait make that words; book and shower, and made poor ol' Pucky here start screaming for mummy." here Sabrina's voice turned saccharine. "Liar!" Pucky shouted.
"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HECK IS A TABSOO!" cried Daphne who had had enough of her sister saying the same word over and over again. "Wha... oh right taboo, sorry" Sabrina grinned sheepishly. "Forgive me?" Daphne stuck out her bottom lip, "Only if you tell me". Sabrina sighed. "It means, you are forbidding associating with a person, place or thing, and in Puck's case, it's a thing..."
"Oh" Daphne nodded her head wisely. Granny Relda who had been watching the exchange with amusement suddenly noticed that Puck was hiding something behind his back and slowly inching with it towards the fire place. "Puck what have you got there?" she asked. "Uh... Nothing" he replied nervously. "Yeah you have stinkpot, I can see it" Sabrina said.
"Have not!"
"Have too!"
"Have Not!"
"Have Too!"
"HAVE NOT!"
"HAVE TOO!"
"GUYS" Daphne screamed.
"WHAT!" the teens screamed back.
"STOP YELLING" she screamed.
"WE'RE NOT YELLING, WE'RE SCREAMING" they screamed back.
BLLLIIIIIIIIIIP! a shrill whistle pierced the air.
"Owww, Granny! What was that for?" Sabrina asked covering her ears while glaring at her grandmother who was now stuffing the whistle away in her enormous handbag. "To get you to be quiet" was the calm reply. "Couldn't you have thought of anything else?" the blonde complained. "No, you three were too loud, now Puck hand over what ever it is in your hand." She reached her hand out expectantly. "No." came the stubborn reply. "Now Pu.." Granny Relda never got to finish as whatever Puck was holding dropped out of his hand. At first there was confusion, no one really aware of what had occurred before the smoke (quite literally) cleared and all became obvious. It turned out Puck had not only been carrying Daphne's book in one hand, with the obvious intention to burn it, but in the other held a small glass vial containing an unknown liquid. Now during the past conversation, Puck's grip on both had become tenuous and both items had fallen to the ground, with the mysterious vial smashing on top of the book, and a bubbling pink liquid seeping down into the pages.
"Oops" came the sheepish reply. "Smart move fairy boy. Daph is going to murder you," smirked Sabrina. "You don't have to sound so happy about it", the fairy mumbled. They both looked down to see the small vial had been completely emptied. "PUCK! THAT WAS MY FAVOURITE BOOK AND NOW ITS DESTROYED!" Daphne wailed. "I…I...I…" Puck stuttered. While the argument continued, no one noticed that the liquid on the pages was now swirling and slowly widening into a vortex.
"HOW COULD YOU PUCK!" Daphne sobbed. Puck was about to reply saying that he was the Trickster King and he didn't care about a silly book when Elvis ran into the room with a string of sausages. "Elvis! Nooooo!" Cried Daphne, running after the great dane. In the process she accidentally tripped Puck causing him to fly onto Sabrina, the force of which pushed them down into the book vortex before they disappeared in a great flash.
The Great Hall, Hogwarts, Somewhere in England
An exhausted Hermione collapsed next to Harry at dinner. "Tired?" he asked, amused. "Shattered", came the tired reply, as the girls bushy head dropped into the pillow of her arms. "Where's Ron? He's never missed a meal in his life!" Harry shrugged, "Dunno, I haven't seen him. Oh wait, here he comes now." The sound of thundering feet came screaming towards them, followed by a mop of red hair which seemed to bodily hurl itself into the gap besides Hermione and a poor quivering second year who had the misfortune of temporarily becoming a cushion for the ginger food vacuum. "Bloody hell mate! You had us worried for a minute there, where were you?" asked Harry watching his friend pile a mountain of food upon his plate.
"Oh yes, where was our ikkle Ronnikins", the twins said as they sat down next to Harry. "None of your business", their brother replied acidly. Except that the effect was ruined by the chipmunk-storing-his-nuts impression Ron was now doing. "Ooh, got a bit of a temper now eh. Can't have that now, can we George?" Fred grinned. "Oh no we can't!" replied George nodding seriously. "Oh push off guys, I'm not in the mood", Ron snapped. "Fine then. I can see when we're not wanted, come on Fred" sniffed George blowing his nose loudly on Ron's napkin, before he then politely dropped back into his brothers' lap. "See ya guys. Bye Ronnikins", the twins laughed and went to sit further up the table as Ron stared in disgust at the crumpled up piece of cloth.
'What's up Ron" Harry sighed, not really in the mood for his friends' complaints. "Fine I'll tell you, I …."
"Shh, do you hear that?" Hermione shushed. Ron threw her a venomous glare for daring to interrupt him, which Hermione stoutly ignored. "Hear what?" Ron snapped. "It... Sounds like… Screaming?" Hermione wondered. There was a brief silence between the three of them as they strained their ears. "Yeah you're right 'Mione." Harry said. The Great Hall went suddenly silent as the screams became louder.
"PUCK, I AM SERIOUSLY GONNA MURDER YOU!" followed by some bursts of insane laughter.
'What the heck is a Puck?' wondered Harry, but before he had much time to ponder, a burst of light cut through the enchanted ceiling and in the middle of it they could just make out a 15 year old boy with shaggy blonde hair and pink, streaked, insect wings. He was wearing a dirty green hoodie, and was laughing manically as he dangled a screaming blonde girl who appeared to be the same age, by her left leg as her right kicked furiously yet unsuccessfully at him. The girl began to throw a steady stream of curses at the boy which only seemed to make him laugh even harder.
"PUCK, YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT", screamed the girl. "As you wish Grimm" he replied and let go of her completely. Right over the Professors table. The girl screamed the whole way down and just as she was about to crash land, the boy-fairy... fairy boy? swooped down again and caught her by the leg.
"Jeeze Grimm you can't even survive 5 minutes without me having to save you!" The girl glared up at him before looking down and coming nose to nose with Dumbledore whose expression seemed to be one of amused incredulity. "OK. Just tell me one thing." She smiled sweetly to the aged headmaster. "Yes child, what is it?" He replied.
'The Girl', as she had been dubbed in Harry's mind, continued looking sweetly at him before yelling with tremendous lung capacity.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I?"
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I hope you like it so far.
Love,
words of truth.