Bellatrix Lestrange was still fighting furiously, and she duelled 4 at once. Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Farren Endfieldd were battling as hard as they could, but Bellatrix was more than a match for the teens.
"Avada Kedavra!" she shrieked, laughing when Ginny ducked to avoid it. She span around gleefully and turned her attention to the other three students, uttering a spell that nobody had ever heard before. "Exsules per tempus numquam reverti!" it was surely too long to be a spell, but a terrible icy blue light shot out of the maniacal death eater's wand, and the last thing the three teens heard was Molly Weasley's enraged voice.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"
A normal dinner at Hogwarts was interrupted by a flash of ice blue light and three forms appeared crumpled on the floor. Dumbledore made to move towards them, but they leapt up and trained their wands on him.
"Who are you? What is it you want from us?" a woman with bushy brown hair tried to shield her friends from view. As she did so there was an irritated sigh behind her. Dumbledore raised his hand in surrender.
"Peace, child, we seek not to harm you." The woman scoffed derisively.
"Peace? What peace? What peace can be found in the midst of a war, in the middle of a battle?" a second woman, with pale skin and mahogany hair, spoke gently, placing a soothing hand on the first woman's shoulder.
"happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light." She said sombrely, and a blonde woman, the final woman, spoke up, a serene smile on her face.
"That's right. But I do agree, we must find out who this is."
"Is it not obvious? My life sucks." Said the second woman despondently.
"I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
"He's not lying, Hermione." The second woman told the first seriously. Surprisingly, the first woman – Hermione – seemed to accept this.
"OK then. Well, Professor Dumbledore, on this day, of the year 19 –" she stopped momentarily, and Dumbledore supplied her with the date 1977. She inhaled sharply, and the third woman lost her dreamy demeanour, while the second woman just scowled, but she carried stubbornly on. "We were attacked. We made a Portkey, but it went badly wrong, and we have ended up here." The second woman gasped in realisation and reached into her pocket, pulling out a mirror. Nobody but Dumbledore heard what she said into the Mirror. But what she did saw shocked him.
"Ginny Weasley!" she whispered, almost shouting in relief as Ginny's face appeared. "Oh, Dyrim, thank Merlin! Bellatrix got us with a sort of spell, and now we're stuck in the time of the Marauders!" Ginny's face was tense.
"Oh Merlin, that's not good. Ok, who's with you?"
"Belgaer and Ranna. Are Mosrael, Saraneth and Astarael okay?"
"Yes, they're fine. But –" there was a collective shout from the other end, and the connection was broken.
"Dyrim? DYRIM!" she shouted, and the other two women looked over to her.
"What happened?" asked the one they called Hermione.
"Dyrim's lost the connection. I don't think there's anything wrong, but we're stuck here." Hermione hung her head. "Sorry, Belgaer. If it's any consolation I just think we changed some stuff, is all."
"It's not your fault, Kibeth. Don't worry."
"If I may ask, who are you?" Dumbledore asked sternly. Hermione, or Belgaer, opened her mouth, but Kibeth stopped her.
"I am Kibeth, this is Belgaer and Ranna. That is all the students need to know at present. May we continue in your office, Headmaster?" Dumbledore bowed his head in acquiescence, and the three battle worn women swept from the hall, somehow retaining, despite copious cuts and bruises on their faces, a regal, commanding air. Many whispers seemed to chase them out of the hall.
"So what are your real names?" Dumbledore asked once they were in the safe confines of his office.
"I am Hermione Granger, and this is Luna Lovegood," Ranna waved, "And Farren Endfieldd." Kibeth turned from where she was inspecting the strange silver instruments on Dumbledore's desk.
"We have a problem, Dumbles. We were fighting Bellatrix Lestrange – she's a death eater – because our friend Harry had disappeared –" Hermione cut her off.
"He's dead, Farren! Accept it!"
"He is not dead, Hermione! I know he isn't! and you know how I know, but if that's not enough, then I asked Dyrim if Astarael was OK, and she said he was fine! So there!" she stuck her tongue out at her friend, before continuing in a grave voice. "Anyways, Harry did die for a bit, but you turned up – long story – and gave him a choice; come back and defeat Voldemort, or go 'on'. Harry chose to come back, but he had to appear dead so Voldy didn't kill him before Neville could kill Nagini. So when Saraneth did eventually kill the snake, Harry disappeared under his invisibility cloak. I think –" Farren cut off, gulping. "I think I changed something with my presence. In – in the original scheme of things, you guys all stepped back and Molly went ninja on Bella's ass, but Bellatrix shot us with a spell instead, and – here we are, I guess." She sat down heavily, sighing.
"It's not your fault, Kibeth. Besides, that spell sounded different. It was too long, and it sounded…" Hermione trained off, thinking, and sat down too.
Suddenly Farren sat up, grabbed some parchment and a quill, and started scribbling.
Luna and Dumbledore sat in an awkward silence – well, awkward for Dumbledore at least. Luna was far too interested in something that Albus couldn't see to feel awkward. After a few minutes, Luna spoke up. Albus leant forwards, sure it was going to be something profound, but –
"Did you know that your room is full of Nargles?" Hermione stifled a snigger, but Farren took no notice. Suddenly an idea seemed to strike Hermione.
"What was the spell again?" Farren answered distractedly.
"Oh, that's simple. Exsules per tempus numquam reverti. Now let me think how long – oh hell!" she cut off, staring at her parchment in horror.
"What have you discovered, Farren?" Luna asked, uncharacteristically worried.
"The spell sent us back to 1977, and now we cannot return!"
"What? How do you know?"
"The spell is Latin for 'banished through time, never to return.' That's how I know." There was silence again, and Dumbledore was confused at the friendship they had. They were just as comfortable in silence as they were talking. There seemed to be a story behind their friendship, and Dumbledore wanted to reveal it.
"So how did you come across your nicknames?" he asked. Farren grinned.
"We're part of the Seven Bells."
"And what is the Seven Bells?"
"We – well, I organised it when I turned up in 5th year. We were a kind of side branch to the D.A, a group learning defence against the dark arts behind the back of the Ministry Toad, Umbitch. We were the Chosen One and His Army, once they knew who we were. We were formed to change what was to come."
"And why wouldn't they? Who are 'they'?"
"They are the rest of the world. And they didn't know because we were secretive. Harry wanted to help defeat Death Eaters, and so we started to gain information, and power. Eventually, when we were fighting and containing more death eaters than the Order and the Ministry combined, we told them who we were.
The first member – and this isn't in order according to skill – was Luna. She was Ranna, the sleeper, for her superfast stunning skills and dreamlike appearance.
Second; Ronald Weasley. Mosrael. Known as the wake, due to Ron's chronic sleeping addiction.
Third; me, Farren Endfieldd. Kibeth, the walker. I have a tendency to wander off, and the ability to persuade others to see things as I do. It's very useful.
Fourth; Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister. Dyrim, the speaker. Ginny's known for speaking her mind, but she can shut Ron up – and others – easily. Especially with her bat-bogey hex.
Fifth; Hermione Granger. Belgaer, the thinker. Mastermind of the group, Hermione is the logical one – she plans our attacks.
Sixth; Neville Longbottom. Saraneth, the binder. Neville has a lot of courage, and the ability to keep us together. He can make even the toughest death eater bow to his iron will.
Last, arguably the strongest of us all, Harry Potter. Astarael, the weeper. In the book series The Old Kingdom, the final bell Astarael cast anyone who heard it into death. It was also known as the banisher, and Harry was always going to be the one to banish Voldemort.
We were the Seven Bells, and we were the powerful group. Nothing could break us apart. But we didn't depend on each other; we were all independent people, powerful on our own. But together we were so much more powerful. Together, we were strong.
But enough of that. We're here now, and we can't go back, so we just have to make the best of things. This isn't even the first time this has happened to me. But that's a story for another time." After speaking so long, Farren was getting too hot. She took her jacket off, and Hermione nearly choked on her Sherbet Lemon.
"What is that?" she gasped. Farren twirled, showing off the formfitting white t-shirt with bold black words on it saying;
Bitch, please. At least I have a nose!
"It's my new top. Do you like it?" Hermione spluttered.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Farren shrugged.
"Not really. I like it, it has… character, don't you think?" Hermione nodded mutely, and Luna giggled quietly in the background.
"I shall have the head girl take you – no, wait, we shall sort you first." Dumbledore fetched the ragged Sorting Hat from the shelf and placed it on Hermione's head.
Ahh, a time traveller? Well, I sorted you before and then you had equal parts bravery and intelligence. Your intelligence has doubled, and yet your bravery has tripled. This one is easy. GRYFFINDOR! The hat shouted, and Hermione grinned.
Next it was Luna's turn.
Well, this is peculiar. I sorted you into Ravenclaw before, did I not?
Yes you did, but I didn't really belong in my house. At least, my housemates didn't think so.
You are right; I believe another house would be where you belong. GRYFFINDOR!
Finally, the hat was placed on Farren's head.
Time traveller twice over, huh?
Indeed I am. And I must say, I can't wait to try out the 70s fashion!
You have spunk, kid. You're also reckless to the point of insanity, and loyal to the core. There's no doubting your intelligence and ambition, but there's only one place for you. GRYFFINDOR! Dumbledore swiped the hat from her head just as there was a knock on the door.
"You called, professor?" Lily Evans asked. Farren had to step heavily on Hermione's foot to stop her from gasping.
"Yes I did, Miss Evans. Take these girls to Gryffindor common room; they will be joining the seventh years."
"Of course. Come this way, girls." She said calmly, and they left the room, Hermione and Farren bickering quietly under their breaths.
Before the door shut behind them, Dumbledore heard Farren musing. "I'm thinking I'll try maxi skirts this time, what do you think my dear thinker?"
Hermione replied, slightly exasperated. "You couldn't do as much, or manoeuvre as well, Beth. That would be a disadvantage in a battle, and that's more important than style, you know that."
"Yeah but I could charm it to always stay down, and I would have more freedom to move then. What do you think, Ranna?"
"I think you should go for it. It always pays to be original, and the Death Eaters would underestimate you, which would be an advantage."
"True, but it might make you more vulnerable to attack."
"Still, I'm going for it." Farren said determinedly.
"What are you talking about?" Lily asked nervously.
"Ah, just fashion. So you're Lily Evans, right? Dumbles said you were a Charms genius? Good. I need help with the disillusionment charm…" Farren's voice trailed off as the door shut fully. Dumbledore shook his head; he had said nothing of the sort. He snorted softly. This year was going to be interesting, alright.
And he couldn't wait.
To be clear, Farren has come from our time (2012) and was somehow taken to 1995, where she tried and failed to change certain things. Tell me if you think I should write a prequel; I have some ideas, but I need your opinions!
Also, a backstory on Farren – she likes to experiment with fashion, and has been somewhat inspired by Luna; she loves bright patterns! She's pretty reckless, and she won't stand for oppression. Just wait for next chapter!she has an open mind, and the same views as Luna (without the crazy). So, enjoy!
By the way, I don't own the Old Kingdom series by Garth Nix. I'd recommend it to anyone who likes fantasy/adventure, with a little bit of romance, but not much.
Again. REVIEW! I'd love about 5 before I post the next chapter, people!
