A/N: Alright! This is one of the craziest ideas I have ever had. Yes it is. This fic does not have many logics; actually it has no logic at all. But anyway I did it. Hope you will like it. If you are someone who likes stories with OC's this one could entertain you. This only has canon shipping, by the way. (If there is any chance of romance at all!)
Disclaimer: No, I do not own anything except the OC's. (More like my friends own the OC's, 'because the OC's basically represent them.) The plot is mine. Main characters are JK's. This idea is from a Telugu movie I had watched long ago and I have no memory of anything about the movie except the 'Gadget' used.
They are here!
Linda stared at her friend. Whatever she was talking was not possible- not possible at all. No way was it possible. Even if Voldemort joined the good guys to fight against his own death eaters, this was not possible. On second thoughts, this was a more possible thing than Voldemort joining the good side.
"You can't be Sirius!"
"But I am, and stop using Harry Potter references for everything."
"Well I can't stop it, can I?" she asked with a smirk. "Anyway how are you so sure this thing works?" she asked Trista with an utter distaste looking at something that looked like a camera, but supposedly having the power to do something as her friend had suggested her.
"Well I tried it. It worked."
"On what exactly did you try it?"
"On Tom and Jerry of course! Those were as harmless as possible."
That Saturday on that quiet, pleasant afternoon Linda had sat in her living room, free from her work. She had started to watch her favourite movie, Harry Potter and the deathly hallows part 2. She saw everything. She had come to the last part when Harry was going to kick good ol' Voldy's butt. Neville had just killed Nagini and all the students and professors were in the castle fighting. Harry's and Voldy's fight had just begun and Harry had taken Voldy down with him and they had both fallen down the tower. Linda couldn't stop yelling, "Go Harry, go! Kick him now!"
But then her friend had entered her flat; one of her best friends, Trista. She had commanded her to switch off the movie because she had something very different to tell her. Linda whined and whined and had told her to go away and yelled at her saying, "You are horrible than Bellatrix and all the death eaters put together."
But nothing had moved Trista. Nope, not even an inch. She had stood there and looked at her and given the 'Hermione-stare'. That was what Linda called it. She sighed finally and paused the movie. Her old DVD player was no good at all. Once you 'pause' it, it would take minutes to restart when you played it again.
She had yelled at her friend, "Happy now, you maniac! Now tell me why you have come here?"
"Well I want to tell about my new invention."
Linda groaned. Her friend was an obsessed inventor. Not that her inventions were something that could be taken to the scientists and gotten patents. No, they were things that made daily work easier. But somehow this time it was different. Linda could tell it by the way Trista's eyes shone- Twinkled, more like how it used to be with Dumbledore.
"Don't let me stop you then. Continue."
"Well this is a very normal camera yes, but I have done some tinkering inside. Well basically, what this device does is to bring the characters out from your television set. The characters from that world enter the real world."
That was when Linda sat and had stared at her friend for what felt like hours. Finally grasping what exactly her friend mentioned, she couldn't help but laugh at her when she called Tom and Jerry harmless. They had to be harmless if they kept banging every item in the house and almost bringing down the house.
"Oh don't you dare laugh at me! That was as harmless as it could be, alright! Besides I sent them back."
Linda stopped laughing and asked, "What do you mean you sent them back?"
"Well I was only testing this, it worked. I reversed the process and they went back. Tom was chasing Jerry and both were too busy to realise the change of surroundings."
Alright! Now she was sure, her friend had gone mental! May be she could put her next to Gilderoy Lockhart. Would St Mungo's accept muggles?
She sniggered at the thought of Lockhart and her friend in the same ward.
Trista looked at her and asked, "Now why are you doing that?"
She looked at Trista and composed her expression and simply said, "Nothing."
But she couldn't help asking her friend the next question that had formed in her head.
"Say, Trista."
"Yes."
"You said, if I- well if you used this thing, the Characters would come into our real world?"
"That's right."
"So assuming what you said is true-"
"It is true you idiot!"
"Alright! Alright! If they do come out, what would they remember? I mean let's say I-uh- we used this on the Harry Potter movie. Say
Harry, Ron and Hermione do come here. Would their memories be of Harry, Ron and Hermione or of Dan, Rupert, and Emma?" she asked slyly.
Sensing where her friend was going with this, Trista yelled at her. "Don't you dare, you idiot! If you somehow did manage to bring them to this world, sending them back would be near impossible!"
"Why would that be?"
"For one- Harry, Ron and Hermione are not cartoon characters, so it won't be that easy because they don't move in a 2-D frame but in a 3-D one. And then again, if you do manage to get them here, it won't be just them. Voldemort too would follow out, seeing that in the scene you just paused," she pointed at her TV, "Harry and Voldemort are together. At least they are nearby."
"So what if Voldemort did follow out? We can have a little chat and send them back."
"You idiot! You don't get it, do you? When they come here Voldemort's memories will not be that of Ralph Fiennes's but that of Voldemort himself!"
Linda's eyes widened. "You mean if he did manage to come out, he could actually kill us and take over the world?"
"Oh no that will not be possible!"
"Why?"
"In simple terms, whatever the fiction world characters do, it won't have any effect on the real world whatsoever. You can communicate with them and touch them too. They will be as real as possible, but no magic they do would affect you. But let's just say if they did use magic on someone from 'their' world, that surely would work."
"So, you mean I get the basilisk out of the TV and I can stare at it as long as possible, but I won't die? But someone from there followed it out and stared in its eyes, and they would die?"
"That's right. But don't expect yourself to be safe, because I am not sure about the physical contact?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let's just say that if someone used the killing curse on you, you would be safe. But if the same person intended to strangle your neck, I don't know if you would be alive or dead."
"Oh yeah, that's a relief. They could kill me if they wanted but not with the wand. Anyway but that is beside the point, not like this would happen anyway."
Trista narrowed her eyes, "Is that supposed to mean you are not going to try it or that you don't think whatever I said is true."
"Tri, of course I wouldn't try it and you have my word. But then again, you cannot be serious, this stuff is not possible, is it?"
"Oh so you can believe time turners but not this!"
"Yeah but they used magic in that not in this right." She said as if the word magic solved the whole problem.
"I can't believe that you don't trust me! I told you that I tested it! On Tom and Jerry!"
"Yeah well, I believe you. I trust you. I know you won't lie to me. But, well may be you were just imagining things-"
"Oh! like the way you imagine magic is real!"
"That's besides the point. We were talking about this- this camera of yours."
"So you are calling me mental, are you?
Linda shuddered. She did not want to be at the end of her friend's anger. That was even worse than Mrs Weasley at times.
"Look that's not what-"
Just then the voice of another one of their friends called Trista from downstairs. There were six of them. Linda and Trista shared the first floor. While Adelaide and Gail shared the ground floor and Nancy and Savvy shared the second floor.
Linda realised it was Gail calling Trista so that she could see the photos Gail had taken during her vacation. All the others had seen them except Trista who was busy for weeks, probably with that blast-ended-camera, Linda thought with distaste. That wretched thing was responsible for the fight between Trista and her. She hated it.
Trista turned to her and said, "Don't think this is over. I will come back and have a word or two with you." With that she turned her back and went down.
Linda groaned. She did not want her friend to be angry with her. She was not in the stage of contemplating if it was her mistake that Trista was angry or if her friend's anger was irrational. She turned to her TV with a sigh 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I at least have this.'
She pressed 'play' and went to the refrigerator to get her favourite vanilla ice cream. May be that would cool her down now. She could eat her ice-cream and watch the movie and slowly think how to face her friend. She took her time thinking about the situation and came to the living room humming her favourite tune.
Not exactly looking where she was going, she bumped into something hard, or rather someone standing there. She looked up and found herself at the end of a wand. Of course anyone normal, (someone not too obsessed with Harry Potter) would call it a stick of about 10 inches long.
But then she was a Potterhead. Yes, she was. That is why she knew, she was at the end of a Ginger's wand. She frantically looked around to find her living room filled with three other people their wands pointed up at her in a not-at-all friendly manner.
Her final thought as she hit the ground was 'How right Trista had been about her invention.'
A/N: So you all witnessed my crazy idea. Anyway, Linda is, well- me? Or at least, someone that represents me. Trista is a figment of my very absurd imagination.
This fic has too many grammatical errors if you ask me. Or at least I feel so. Anyway, I could have checked I know. But I have realised something; I love reviews. So in order to get some I have been uploading stories as fast as I can. (Although, it is no reason for a badly written fic). And anything mentioned here is only for the idea of fun. So it is not to be taken seriously.
Anyway if you feel this story is good enough review and tell me, I will continue. I will continue this anyway, but reviews provide the required inspiration. And if this has any mistakes, then I will edit it later on.
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