A/N: I have to thank Melinda for the idea for this. If it weren't for our
insanely random IM I would never have been attacked by The Plot Bunny of
Doom who chewed at my penguin socks until I sat down to write this. Mind
you, this is no Mary Sue because my character is not going to save the day
and this isn't an epic. Basically this is my take on what would happen if
someone from the Potterverse got pulled in my world, the world of reality.
This is certainly not a one shot so keep checking back.
Also, this is the story that the off-shoot "The Student, The Typhoon, and the Closet" written by Scarlet Rurouni comes from. Basically we're going to do cameo's in each other's fics. Both stories are the same premise: from the depths of our closets emerges our favorite character from whatever medium, mine being Harry Potter and hers from the anime Trigun. Gotta love the collaborations eh? Enjoy!
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I sighed and rolled away from my desk where I had just spent two solid hours working on both my english paper and a chapter of one of my stories. I'd come to the conclusion I was in sore need of a break. So, with a smile I logged off my computer and stepped over to my closet to grab a particularly warm fleece sweater. I placed my hand on the wooden knob and pulled it open to find my closet was not my closet. It was, but it wasn't. There was a blinding flash of white light and I stepped away to cover my eyes. Once the light dimmed I pulled my hand from my face and looked and felt my jaw drop. There in my closet stood none other than Gilderoy Lockhart, the most egocentric character from my beloved Harry Potter series.
*Well at least I know where that blinding light came from, it was his insanely white teeth.*
I stood staring at him, wide eyed wondering if I had somehow lost my mind. How in the world could this fictional character be standing in my closet? Was this a stray daydream manifested from my obsession with the books and it's characters?
Gilderoy just stood staring at me as well, as if going through the same train of thought I was going through. He might be wondering where he was or actually he may have been wondering why I hadn't asked for his autograph yet. Yes, that must be what he is thinking. He's got to be wondering why I haven't fainted at the sight of him.
*I MUST be bleeding mad. This cannot be real. I am just imagining things. I'll close my eyes and open them and find my closet empty.*
Deciding that I really was losing it I went ahead and closed my eyes, thinking that when I would open them things would be normal once again. Upon opening them, I could still see him standing there staring at me.
*That's it! This calls for desperate measures. Now I know I'd never really do this, but well ... it's the only way to really tell. Just do it and get this insane dream out of your head.*
I took a deep breath and crossed the space between us and stood on tiptoe and kissed him soundly for a moment or two before I realized I REALLY was kissing someone solid and real. I felt real lips and I felt him kiss me back for a moment after his initial surprise. As this all registered in my mind I nearly jumped out of my skin and stepped away from him hastily.
"Oh-my! I-er ... I um-" I sputtered incoherently as I looked back into those surprised blue eyes of his. I felt myself blushing crimson and wished I could die then and there.
*This is still so completely unreal. It can't be. It just cannot be. The laws of reality say so.*
"Er ... I ... uh ... where am I?" Gilderoy stammered, looking at me still with the utmost confusion and surprise.
*Is that his question on the situation or has he still not yet gained back his memory during his time in St. Mungo's?*
"Er ... before I tell you, what do you last remember?" I asked, sitting down heavily in my pink swivel chair wondering if I should just believe what my senses were telling me, that he was indeed there before me. He however remained standing thinking.
"I remember ... well that is to say, the last thing I remember doing was going to my closet in my room in St. Mungo's and then I ended up here. Where am I?" He explained and then asked again, his blue eyes gazing avidly around my room.
Deciding to just go along with it and explain it all, I sighed and stood up.
"Well you're in my room right now. However in the greater scheme of things you aren't in England anymore. You're in America, the state of California to be precise. Now, how you came to be here is beyond me so don't expect any answers to that." I told him, crossing my arms across my chest and shifting my weight to my right leg.
He glanced at me and smiled slightly. "I'm in America?" He asked me.
"Yes." Was all I could think to say. He was looking at me with those blue eyes and that damned smile of his. He really was quite handsome for a completely egocentric narcissistic fraud.
"Do you happen to have a fireplace connected to the Floo Network? If so I can get back that way. I don't think it would be good for me to apparate back. I might splinch myself from being so distracted." He inquired, moving about my room and looking at my various knick knacks and trinkets.
*Great! Now how do I explain that he technically doesn't exist in my world when I barely understand this strange phenomena myself?*
"Well ... er ... to be honest I don't. Even if I had a fireplace it wouldn't be connected because I am a muggle. No-wait ... er ... I should probably tell you that ... well ... you don't really exist. At least you don't exist here. You see, you are a fictional character from these books. Er ... d'arvit!" I tried to explain and then decided I wouldn't be able to make sense of it to him.
He looked at me for a moment utterly confused. "Er, just hold that thought for a moment." I told him and dropped down to my knees on the floor and reached under my bed for my rubberware bin. After I got it out from under my bed I opened the lid and proceeded to shift the contents to grab my prized Harry Potter books. I decided to pull them all out, everything from The Sorcerer's Stone to The Order of the Phoenix. I then rose to my feet and stood uncertainly before him for a moment.
I sighed and decided to just tell it like it is. "All right, um ... when I said you technically didn't exist, well I meant in this world, or this dimension I suppose is the better word, you're not real. You're a character from these Harry Potter books," and here I flipped open to a particular page in my paperback Chamber of Secrets book, "you see here, 'Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that Harry' is something you'd remember am I correct?"
He nodded and took the book from me and perused it, his eyes growing wide. "This is exactly what I remember ... all of it ... but ... how can it be? You say I am not real? But I am! I've all the awards from Witch Weekly and everyone knows my name! How can I not be real?" He asked me, almost indignant with the idea that he as not real.
*Oh cripes! Does he honestly think he's all that great?*
"Well I suppose in the Potterverse you'd be real, but this is reality. I'm from the real world and you are a character from a book. YOU ARE NOT REAL! However, seeing as how you are standing before me and seeing as how I truly did kiss you and you weren't just air, you are real in this moment in time." I couldn't help but blush thinking of my kissing him. I seriously would never have done that in ordinary circumstances. Anyone one of my friends could totally agree with that and had they seen me in action they would have agreed that I'd lost my mind.
"I suppose you somehow got pulled into this dimension, to my world of reality. I don't know how it happened and I know not how you'll get back to your world. For now I suppose you'll have to stay here and wait to be sent back by the powers that be that saw fit to deliver you here to my room of all places." I explained to him, very much thankful that my parents and sister were away for the next three weeks or I'd have a whole lot of explaining to do and how do you explain having a blond haired blue-eyed wizard in your room?
Gilderoy merely nodded and glanced down at my books that he held in his hands and then suddenly glanced sharply up at me as if suddenly realizing something. "If I am to be staying with you here, I should at least know your name." He said, smiling that dashing smile of his.
"Forgive my rudeness, my name is Stephania Julianna." I told him.
"Stephania Julianna ..." He murmured the name as if trying to taste it. "Lovely name, I say." He smiled at me, his blue eyes boring into my brown ones.
*D'arvit! I'll have to watch myself with this one around the house. If I am not careful ...*
Also, this is the story that the off-shoot "The Student, The Typhoon, and the Closet" written by Scarlet Rurouni comes from. Basically we're going to do cameo's in each other's fics. Both stories are the same premise: from the depths of our closets emerges our favorite character from whatever medium, mine being Harry Potter and hers from the anime Trigun. Gotta love the collaborations eh? Enjoy!
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I sighed and rolled away from my desk where I had just spent two solid hours working on both my english paper and a chapter of one of my stories. I'd come to the conclusion I was in sore need of a break. So, with a smile I logged off my computer and stepped over to my closet to grab a particularly warm fleece sweater. I placed my hand on the wooden knob and pulled it open to find my closet was not my closet. It was, but it wasn't. There was a blinding flash of white light and I stepped away to cover my eyes. Once the light dimmed I pulled my hand from my face and looked and felt my jaw drop. There in my closet stood none other than Gilderoy Lockhart, the most egocentric character from my beloved Harry Potter series.
*Well at least I know where that blinding light came from, it was his insanely white teeth.*
I stood staring at him, wide eyed wondering if I had somehow lost my mind. How in the world could this fictional character be standing in my closet? Was this a stray daydream manifested from my obsession with the books and it's characters?
Gilderoy just stood staring at me as well, as if going through the same train of thought I was going through. He might be wondering where he was or actually he may have been wondering why I hadn't asked for his autograph yet. Yes, that must be what he is thinking. He's got to be wondering why I haven't fainted at the sight of him.
*I MUST be bleeding mad. This cannot be real. I am just imagining things. I'll close my eyes and open them and find my closet empty.*
Deciding that I really was losing it I went ahead and closed my eyes, thinking that when I would open them things would be normal once again. Upon opening them, I could still see him standing there staring at me.
*That's it! This calls for desperate measures. Now I know I'd never really do this, but well ... it's the only way to really tell. Just do it and get this insane dream out of your head.*
I took a deep breath and crossed the space between us and stood on tiptoe and kissed him soundly for a moment or two before I realized I REALLY was kissing someone solid and real. I felt real lips and I felt him kiss me back for a moment after his initial surprise. As this all registered in my mind I nearly jumped out of my skin and stepped away from him hastily.
"Oh-my! I-er ... I um-" I sputtered incoherently as I looked back into those surprised blue eyes of his. I felt myself blushing crimson and wished I could die then and there.
*This is still so completely unreal. It can't be. It just cannot be. The laws of reality say so.*
"Er ... I ... uh ... where am I?" Gilderoy stammered, looking at me still with the utmost confusion and surprise.
*Is that his question on the situation or has he still not yet gained back his memory during his time in St. Mungo's?*
"Er ... before I tell you, what do you last remember?" I asked, sitting down heavily in my pink swivel chair wondering if I should just believe what my senses were telling me, that he was indeed there before me. He however remained standing thinking.
"I remember ... well that is to say, the last thing I remember doing was going to my closet in my room in St. Mungo's and then I ended up here. Where am I?" He explained and then asked again, his blue eyes gazing avidly around my room.
Deciding to just go along with it and explain it all, I sighed and stood up.
"Well you're in my room right now. However in the greater scheme of things you aren't in England anymore. You're in America, the state of California to be precise. Now, how you came to be here is beyond me so don't expect any answers to that." I told him, crossing my arms across my chest and shifting my weight to my right leg.
He glanced at me and smiled slightly. "I'm in America?" He asked me.
"Yes." Was all I could think to say. He was looking at me with those blue eyes and that damned smile of his. He really was quite handsome for a completely egocentric narcissistic fraud.
"Do you happen to have a fireplace connected to the Floo Network? If so I can get back that way. I don't think it would be good for me to apparate back. I might splinch myself from being so distracted." He inquired, moving about my room and looking at my various knick knacks and trinkets.
*Great! Now how do I explain that he technically doesn't exist in my world when I barely understand this strange phenomena myself?*
"Well ... er ... to be honest I don't. Even if I had a fireplace it wouldn't be connected because I am a muggle. No-wait ... er ... I should probably tell you that ... well ... you don't really exist. At least you don't exist here. You see, you are a fictional character from these books. Er ... d'arvit!" I tried to explain and then decided I wouldn't be able to make sense of it to him.
He looked at me for a moment utterly confused. "Er, just hold that thought for a moment." I told him and dropped down to my knees on the floor and reached under my bed for my rubberware bin. After I got it out from under my bed I opened the lid and proceeded to shift the contents to grab my prized Harry Potter books. I decided to pull them all out, everything from The Sorcerer's Stone to The Order of the Phoenix. I then rose to my feet and stood uncertainly before him for a moment.
I sighed and decided to just tell it like it is. "All right, um ... when I said you technically didn't exist, well I meant in this world, or this dimension I suppose is the better word, you're not real. You're a character from these Harry Potter books," and here I flipped open to a particular page in my paperback Chamber of Secrets book, "you see here, 'Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that Harry' is something you'd remember am I correct?"
He nodded and took the book from me and perused it, his eyes growing wide. "This is exactly what I remember ... all of it ... but ... how can it be? You say I am not real? But I am! I've all the awards from Witch Weekly and everyone knows my name! How can I not be real?" He asked me, almost indignant with the idea that he as not real.
*Oh cripes! Does he honestly think he's all that great?*
"Well I suppose in the Potterverse you'd be real, but this is reality. I'm from the real world and you are a character from a book. YOU ARE NOT REAL! However, seeing as how you are standing before me and seeing as how I truly did kiss you and you weren't just air, you are real in this moment in time." I couldn't help but blush thinking of my kissing him. I seriously would never have done that in ordinary circumstances. Anyone one of my friends could totally agree with that and had they seen me in action they would have agreed that I'd lost my mind.
"I suppose you somehow got pulled into this dimension, to my world of reality. I don't know how it happened and I know not how you'll get back to your world. For now I suppose you'll have to stay here and wait to be sent back by the powers that be that saw fit to deliver you here to my room of all places." I explained to him, very much thankful that my parents and sister were away for the next three weeks or I'd have a whole lot of explaining to do and how do you explain having a blond haired blue-eyed wizard in your room?
Gilderoy merely nodded and glanced down at my books that he held in his hands and then suddenly glanced sharply up at me as if suddenly realizing something. "If I am to be staying with you here, I should at least know your name." He said, smiling that dashing smile of his.
"Forgive my rudeness, my name is Stephania Julianna." I told him.
"Stephania Julianna ..." He murmured the name as if trying to taste it. "Lovely name, I say." He smiled at me, his blue eyes boring into my brown ones.
*D'arvit! I'll have to watch myself with this one around the house. If I am not careful ...*