Chapter 2 – A weird world
Thank you everyone who've given me any kind of response, it was thanks to that I managed to continue my story :D The first half of this chapter became deleted by my sister's boyfriend, and it just felt so hard to write it again… But I'll try to update faster from now on! And I won't let my sister's boyfriend come near my documents again!
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In another magical world demon lord Raenef appeared out of thin air.
"Huh? It really worked! I'm… gone… but where?"
He scanned his surroundings. He found himself to be in a dark hall in an abandoned-looking house. It was actually so dark that Raenef almost could not see his own hand in front of him.
"Hello…? Is anybody here? I'm sorry to bother you, I just happened to come here, I can leave if you want me to…"
Silence.
Uh-oh, this feels kinda creepy… It's dark and silent like a haunted house. What if there's a ghost who wanna eat my soul? What do I do then?
Scared by his own thoughts, Raenef slowly begun sneaking down the hall, in hope to find a less scary spot in the potentially haunted house.
I wonder where I am… And when is Chris gonna take me home? Buhu, I'm scared!
Suddenly, lots of things happened at almost the same time. Raenef accidentally went into an umbrella-stand, which fell on the floor with a heavy thud.
"Filthy mudblood! How dare you tread into the house of my fathers! Oh, the shame! The shame!"
A shrill women's voice had begun to shriek just a few meters from Raenef. The last-mentioned, who after he had frightened himself rather badly, began to scream as well, but in terror. In the belief that it was a ghost he heard screaming, he fled further into the house, opened a door from which light came through the narrow opening, ran in and closed the door with a slam.
Inside the room, which actually was a kitchen, four men were seated around the table. They looked up as Raenef rushed in. Three of them sprung to their feet.
"Help me! There's a ghost in the hall and it's after my soul!" Raenef cried.
A badly scarred man with a blue porcelain eye roared something to him in a different language and raised a wooden stick.
"What are you doing here, inside a haunted house? Ghosts are dangerous, don't you know that!?!" Raenef was still panicked, and it did not help that the men did not seem very happy of his presence.
The creepy guy with the stick barked something again and approached him threatening. A very old man with silvery white hair and beard and half-moon shaped glasses looked like he tried to calm the others down, but the scarred man still drew closer, with the wooden stick pointing straight towards Raenef. He looked so scary with all his scars and the porcelain eye which rotated like crazy… It was just too much, too horrifying. Raenef fainted.
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When he woke up, he was leaned against the kitchen wall and surrounded by the four men. The screaming had stopped.
"So you are awake now", the old dude said in a friendly tone, "Are you alright?"
While Raenef had been unconscious, the old man had thrown a language enchantment on him, making it possible for him to understand the others and vice versa. But of course, Raenef did not even notice, he had forgotten about the earlier language barrier.
"Yeah, I think so", he answered, "I became frightened. What happened with the ghost?" He had not forgotten about the shrieking woman.
The silver-haired man chuckled. "It was not a ghost, it was a painting of the former owner of this house."
"A painting? Which screamed?"
"Yes, she has a rather bad temper."
"… Okay…" Raenef did not really understand how a picture could do anything, but he guessed that magic was involved.
Now the man with the porcelain eye spoke up. "Who are you and how did you manage to get in here?" he barked.
"I am the Great and Scary Ancient Demon Lord Raenef!" Raenef proudly presented himself.
"A demon… lord?" a man with dark hair and handsome features said.
"Yes!" Raenef beamed. The others stared at him, confused.
"Do demons even exist nowadays?" the dark-haired man asked the others.
"I believe they died out six hundred years ago", the last one said, a man with black, greasy hair and a big nose, "Furthermore, they did not quite look like human beings…"
"Died out? I'm not dead!" Raenef blurt out, slightly offended.
"Nonsense child, tell me who you are and your business here!" the scarred man growled.
"My friend Chris summoned me here."
"Oh yeah? How?"
"I dunno, I don't know much about magic. I don't think it was his intention to send me to exactly this place either, it must have been by chance."
"So you're saying… that you came into our secret head quarter… by chance!?!" The man seemed slightly angry by now.
"Perhaps our young stranger really came here by mere accident", the greasy-hair-dude said, "Even though I find it doubtful that one just happens to come to this top secret house of all places of the world…"
Mr. Porcelain Eye looked like he was going to have a tantrum at any moment.
"Alastor, calm down." the old fellow said and then turned to Raenef. "Where do you come from, Raenef?"
"Well, I live in a demon castle, but I can't tell you where it is because it's a secret." And I have no idea where I am right now… "I was in the garden when Chris un-summoned me."
"… That was informative", the man with the big nose said sarcastically.
"Are demons common where you come from?" the old man continued as if he had not been interrupted.
"Yeah, but not Demon Lords, there're not so many of us. I'm special!"
Now the old man turned to the others. "According to my conclusions, it sounds like he is not from this world."
"Oh, come on, how many worlds are there? Do you really think that he's an alien? That's outrageous, Albus!" Alastor said angrily.
"Do you have a better explanation how he could get in here?"
"He could be a disguised Death Eater!"
"He has been here for almost an hour and he has not drunk anything. Moreover…", now the old man looked rather amused and his eyes twinkled behind his spectacles, "Do you think that any Death Eater would come in here rushing, faint from fear and then pose as a demon?"
"Demon Lord", Raenef dared to correct.
"It sure is a rather lame story, I suppose a Death Eater would come up with a bit more convincing lie", Mr. Big nose said.
"Can I go home?" Raenef asked. Then it dawned on him that he did not know how to come home. "Or maybe one of you guys could help me…"
"Is it possible to apparate into other dimensions?" the dark-haired one asked.
"Well, let us try", Albus suggested, "I must admit that I have never done something like that…"
They tried, and they failed to bring the poor Demon Lord back home (otherwise it wouldn't be much of a story huh?). After several tries they took a break.
"What were your names again?" Raenef asked.
"You must excuse us! We never presented ourselves!" the old guy said, slightly astonished of his own omission, "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Sirius Black", the dark-haired man said.
"Alastor Moody, also called Mad-Eye Moody", the grumpy man grunted.
"Professor Severus Snape", the last man said.
"And I'm Raenef."
"… We know. You have already told us."
"Oops! Sorry- I mean… How dare you correct me?"
"…" Snape glared maliciously at him. Raenef decided that it was not the right time to practice on his rudeness for the moment.
"Umm… Maybe Eclipse'll find me eventually… Can I stay here for the present?"
"Here? This is the most awful house I know, do you really want to live here?" Black asked.
"I'm trapped in a foreign world, I'm happy if I can sleep indoors." Raenef pondered a few seconds. "Wait a minute… Did you say that school of yours is a magic school? Can't I go there? I suck in magic, but I wanna be better in order to become a proper Demon Lord!"
The headmaster contemplated the inquiry for a moment. "I guess… Since you are a magical creature… And in that way we can keep an eye on you…" He thought some more. "Yes… yes… Young Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger can help you with the purchasing of your school equipment tomorrow… How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Then the best solution I can see is that you will begin in year five, with the fifth-graders. Firstly, we do not know if you are able to perform our kind of magic, and secondly we do not know how long you are going to stay. Does that sound good?"
"Yes mister headmaster." Raenef beamed of excitement and joy.
"I am sure Granger and Weasley will answer all of your questions tomorrow, but I believe that you should go and get some sleep, it is very late."
Sirius rose and began to walk out from the kitchen. "I'll show you a room where you can sleep, just come with me."
Even though it was very late, Raenef did not fall asleep at once his head hit the slight damp pillow. It had just happened too much. A couple of hours ago he had been a Demon Lord – admittedly a very bad one, but still a feared Demon Lord – and now he was a some kind of alien, he was going to a wizards' school to learn magic and he had no idea of how he was going to come home. But, easygoing and simple-minded as he was, he did not bother to think about all the new problems for long. Soon he had fallen asleep.
Thank you for reading my story! I'd love to hear what you think of it. I apologize for all grammatical mistakes, English isn't the easiest language all the time! And I'll try to update a bit quicker from now on ^U^ .
