Disclaimer: I own nothing, includes mild language and a few major plot twists. Enjoy! Also I said there would be romance but I'm going to hold off on it until the next chapter

"Kit!" Sunny cried and she raced over to the bed where Kit Snicket was sitting. She looked relieved to see them.

"Oh thank god you're alright!" She exclaimed. "They told me you were here but I didn't quite believe it until now!"

Sunny watched as her siblings raced to Kit's side as well.

"How did you get here?" Klaus asked.

"Are you okay?" This was Violet.

"I'm fine, I was more worried about you than my own well-being! Although, where's Olaf, he shouldn't be free to roam this place, especially not now!" Kit said.

"Olaf is locked away until further notice, although I don't know how long it'll hold!" Violet said. Sunny knew her sister was being wary of the captivity Olaf was put into because she didn't have a chance to examine it herself.

"He's in prison," Sunny supplied. "In basement."

It was frustrating sometimes, Sunny thought, to not be able to speak fluently yet.

Kit looked relieved. "As for how I got here…it's a long story."

Sunny looked around and realized that their new friends Harry and Hermione had left, and only Dumbledore remained.

Klaus adjusted his glasses. "Why didn't you come back to the Hotel Denouement?"

Sunny saw him flinch at Dewey's last name. They would tell Kit later, they silently decided, sharing a glance between themselves.

"Well, I had a run-in with the Great Unknown," Kit admitted. "I was on my way to save the Quagmire triplets, a pack of highly trained eagles were trying to shoot down their self-sustaining hot air mobile home. I took the Queequeg. I didn't get there in time, and the mobile home crashed."

Violet and Klaus gasped at this. Sunny had the strongest urgency to shush them, but she just said, "Go on."

"I saw the Quagmires fall but I never saw the man with them, they called him

Hector, fall. I put the submarine into turbo drive to reach them but then something bashed against it. I looked out the porthole and saw the Great Unknown. It was headed for the Quagmires. I didn't see what became of them or even if they survived, I just saw the Great Unknown speeding straight for the Queequeg again afterwards."

Sunny winced at the thought of their friends getting attacked by the Great Unknown.

"It crashed into the sub and sent it flying. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was what looked like Duncan's journal."

Violet whimpered. Sunny placed a reassuring hand on Violet's shoulder, which she grasped.

"I awoke the next day in the middle of the ocean, still on the Queequeg. It looked like a storm was coming. I didn't want to take my chances so I tried to get the sub farther under the water, but the waves tossed the submarine up and around. The hatch swung open and I was thrown out of the sub." Kit paused for a minute, trying to think of a rational way to describe what happened next.

"Then, a huge wave soared toward me and a bolt of lightning-it was almost…green-struck and some sort of radioactive wave sent me sailing into a rock and that's the last thing I remember before waking up here. Again."

Sunny looked at her siblings.

"The ending of your story is exactly the same as what happened to us!" Klaus exclaimed. "And we think we've dimension-jumped. Briny Beach doesn't exist here."

Kit nodded. "Oh we've definitely dimension-jumped."

"Wait," Violet said. "At the end of your story, you said you woke up here 'again. What does that mean?"

Sunny listened intently. Kit sighed.

"It's best if we explain this somewhere else."

But it wasn't the Baudelaire children she was speaking to, it was Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had gotten them all uprooted from the hospital wing and they picked up Harry and Hermione along the way. Sunny didn't bother to ask why they had to come, she figured she would find out soon enough.

Dumbledore took them all to an extremely beautifully decorated office-his office-in which Sunny tried to sit on a chair but was too short to see over the desk, so she had to settle for Violet's lap.

"Now, the first thing I'd like to get discussed is the subject of dimension traveling." Dumbledore looked at the four visitors. "Now we only have a short time before the Goblet of Fire, something we will get to later, chooses the three Hogwarts champions, but I will try to explain everything."

"I feel as though I should start at the beginning. During the first wizardimg war, times were dark. Eleven years of horrid torture. But there were a few students who didn't think like Voldemort. I'm sure you've heard of the Order of the Phoenix from Sirius," Dumbledore directed his last comment to Harry and Hermione. They looked on quizzically.

"No sir, we haven't," Hermione said.

Dumbledore sighed. "I shall explain it later then. The point is, it was an organisation devoted to fighting the fires Voldemort started. And now, we believe that he might be trying to rise to power again."

Kit gasped. "I thought he was dead…"

Sunny looked at her in surprise. How could she know this villain if she was from their world…unless…

"We come from two separate worlds, except that they are interconnected. The Order of the Phoenix is V.F.D. Dumbledore is also a man named Ishmael, but in nicer skin, Hogwarts is Prufrock Prep, Voldemort and his followers are the root of all of the villainy in our world, all the evil," Kit said.

"What..? How do you…wait…" Sunny watched as a look of realisation crossed her brother's face. "The worlds are tied…because people are tied to this world as well…"

Kit smiled. "Exactly. There was a group of young witches and wizards that had a certain potential for fighting figurative and literal fires. Dumbledore recruited them into the Order. But they had another mission. There was a strange light coming from the Black Lake. A few of them went to explore it. They were transported to a new world, yours."

Sunny spoke up, "V.F.D.?"

"Yes, they met Ishmael, who was Dumbledore, but in lesser form, for lack of better words. He was the principal of Prufrock. He started V.F.D., the equivalent of the Order, but for that world. The moment those students from Hogwarts signed their name on the admission paper-if only to get back home-those two worlds were interconnected."

Klaus adjusted his glasses. "What happened next?"

"The children found a way home. Using a storm and water. They entered through water, they exit through water. But they also belonged to the other world now. The pull between one world and the other created a schism between both the Order in this world and V.F.D. in yours. In order to fit in with both worlds, the children perceived new names for the nonmagical world and kept their old ones for their homeland." Kit said. But she wasn't finished. "That's where it gets complicated."

"It wasn't before?" Harry asked. Sunny silently asked the same question.

"Well, you see, the children, now young adults, were forced to choose between one world or the other. Some chose their homeland while others chose the other."

"Who would abandon their families like that?" Violet asked.

Kit smiled sadly. "Most of their parents were dead. They could still travel between worlds once and a while, all they needed was a certain type of storm and a special area of water."

"Who chose this world?" Harry asked.

Kit glanced at Dumbledore. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Mr. Potter I need to have a word with you." Dumbledore stood up and lead Harry into a room behind his office, leaving the four castaways, three of which are bombarding the latest with questions. Hermione pulled out a book but Sunny could tell she was listening but trying not to seem like an evesdropper.

"How is this possible?"

"Could we ever get back?"

"Why didn't you tell us this before?"

"How do you know so much about this?"

Kit held up her hand for silence.

"To the first question, did you not pay any attention to what me and Dumbledore just said? To the second, yes you can get back, but you need a special type of storm to apply that, to the third, I didn't tell you because I didn't know how to put it into words, and you were all going through so much, to the fourth, take a guess."

"You're one of those kids!" Klaus exclaimed. Kit nodded.

"I'm surprised it took you that long to figure it out! The thing is, so were your parents, and a lot of other people, too. And your father…he was the most torn apart of all."

"What do you mean?"

Violet's question was interrupted by the re-arrival of Harry and Dumbledore. Harry was white as a sheet and dead silent, he almost looked…spooked. Hermione immediately stood up and rushed over to him.

"Harry!" She exclaimed. He didn't answer. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why won't you talk?!" She led him down to a seat.

"Baudelaires, I need a word with you, too," Dumbledore said gravely. They reluctantly stood up. Sunny took a deep breath and hoped for the best as they followed Dumbledore into his study.

"I'm so sorry you had to find out this way, Baudelaires," Kit whispered to the children as they met each other's blank stares. Violet leaned back in her seat.

This couldn't…this wasn't…it can't be…

A tear slid down her cheek. She aggressively wiped it off.

Why would he do something like this?!

Violet blindly took her siblings' hands and led them back to the Gryffindor common room they had slept in yesterday. Luckily, the password hadn't changed.

How could he be such a dirty cheat?!

Dumbledore had invited them to watch the Goblet of Fire in the Choosing Ceremony in an hour, but Violet didn't think she could get out of her armchair, much less visit a hall full of people.

She clenched her ribbon in her hand so hard it got creases. This was not how the talk was supposed to go. Dumbledore was supposed to say he'd found a way for them to get back home, that he just needs a little help with the minor kinks. He wasn't supposed to change their lives forever.

Mother had no idea…

This is what shocked Violet most of all. Her mother didn't have a clue about this.

That's when it hit her.

"Klaus, Sunny, if we don't act now we won't have a clue on how to get home for the next year," she said, trying to get through to them.

"I just wanna get out of here and forget about this horrid place…" Klaus mumbled. Violet sighed.

"Just because we learned a horrid secret here doesn't make it a horrid place, there are good people too! Think of Hermione!" Violet determined not to mention Harry. Good choice.

"But Count Olaf is also here, and we don't know if he's escaped or-Violet!" Klaus sat straight up now. "What if Count Olaf has escaped and is hatching another plan? Has anyone been sent to check on him?!"

Both Violet and Klaus stood up at the same time.

"Run, run!" Sunny cried as Violet picked her up.

Lucky for them, the dungeons also doubled as classrooms, so there was no locked door in front of it. Violet could tell by looking at everything, now converted into modern-style classrooms, that Olaf was their first prisoner in a long time.

But there was a line of cells toward the end of the hall that hadn't been converted yet.

A suspicious lack of noise was coming from the area.

Surely Olaf would be awake by now!

"Sunny you check the four to our right, I'll take the left, Klaus take two on the far left and two on the far right!" Violet directed.

She was on her third check when Klaus called, "Over here!"

She and Sunny ran to greet him. Klaus yanked on the door of the last cell to the left. The door swung open without hesitation.

"Oh no!" Sunny exclaimed.

"Oh no!" Klaus said.

"Oh no…" Violet breathed.

Violet took a deep breath before entering the Great Hall. There was five minutes until the Choosing Ceremony and she wanted to snatch a spot next to Hermione before she ended up next to a stranger.

She expected people to stare at her out of character appearance, she was out of dress code, clearly new, and was alone whilst most people would travel with a group.

She would've brought Klaus an Sunny, but they told her that they would stay behind and search the castle for Count Olaf. Somehow, Klaus seemed to understand that Violet needed a break from her-dimensional problems. She didn't like how selfish it sounded but…she needed time to breathe before she went rushing after Count Olaf.

Violet spotted Hermione crammed in between more out of dress code people, but they all had on the same out of code outfit. She waved and signed Violet to go toward her. On Hermione's right was a ginger-haired boy she had never seen before.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to come!" Hermione said cheerfully. Violet could see that she was trying to keep her spirits up. She liked that.

"I just…needed a brain refresh," Violet said. This was the first time she had had a one-on-one with Hermione, and she was surprisingly easy to talk to. Besides Klaus, and partially Sunny too, Violet hadn't met a single child she could express her feelings to in a long, long time.

"Who are all those other people, they don't look like Hogwarts students, from what I've seen of them anyways."

"Those are students from the French and Bulgarian wizarding schools," Hermione said. "Their headmasters are up there with Dumbledore. They're here to compete in the Triwizard as one of the champions."

"I didn't think about the fact that there might be other schools out there!" Violet said.

"Now that your mind is occupied, I have someone I need you to meet," Hermione turned to he ginger next to her. "Ron, this is one of the people I was telling you about, Violet."

"Hi, I'm Violet Baudelaire, nice to meet you," Violet said politely.

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."

They didn't get to chat more because Dumbledore silenced the crowd with a flick of his wand.

He saw Violet and gave her a reassuring smile and a wink.

"I believe the Goblet is ready to make it's choice!" He said. "Now, only people over the age of 17 put their names in, so only they will get picked!"

Heads turned to a huge bronze Goblet flickering with green fire. It all of a sudden went dark.

Then, it shot light red flames in every direction, whirling them around and sending sparks flying everywhere.

A tattered piece of paper flew out of the flames and Dumbledore caught it.

"The champion for Beuxbatons…is Fleur Delacour!"

Violet cheered along with everyone else as a pretty French girl stood up and walked to the front of the hall, then slipped into a room behind it.

Another slip of paper shot out of it.

"The champion for Durmstrang…is Viktor Krum!"

Thunderous applause rang through the Great Hall.

"No surprises there!" Ron said to Hermione.

Hermione turned to her. "Krum's an international Quidditch player! I'll explain Quidditch later!" Hermione told her.

A third piece of paper was in Dumbledore's hands now.

"The champion for Hogwarts…is Cedric Diggory!"

Noticing that Diggory had the same amount of applause as a celebrity, Violet asked, "Who's Cedric Dig-"

Oh. That was. Cedric Diggory.

He was tall and had a mop of messy strawberry blonde hair on his head, and with a lopsided smile and a laugh, he followed after Krum.

"Our champions have been chosen!" Dumbledore exclaimed, arms wide open.

"Dumbledore!" One of the headmasters of the other schools, the male, pointed to the Goblet urgently.

Blood red fire, much darker than the other three times, was shooting around more violent than ever before. A charred and blackened piece of paper shot out of it. Violet turned to Hermione.

"I thought there were only supposed to be three champions."

"There are…" Hermione looked extra confused.

Dumbledore didn't mention a school this time, he had a look of dead shock on his face as he said,

"Harry Potter!"

A/N: thanks for reading! Next chapter is Harry's perspective and Klaus's perspective. You will find out the shocking secret that Harry and the Baudelaires share! Enjoy and review please!