Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry for the loooooong absence! I had school and stuff. Sorry for the wrong time zone too. I completely neglected that part. Anyways, here goes nothing!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, except maybe some that you will just meet (if I can think of anyone) The characters are J.K. Rowling's and Clive Staples Lewis's, the lucky dude and dudette.
When Ends Meet
A distilled silence echoed around the grounds, no noise can be heard, except the whispers of four children following who seemed to be their grandfather. Or so will anyone think. The Pevensies whispered to each other while Dumbledore kept walking on, seemingly leading them nowhere.
"Wonder how we're going to reach wherever we're going?" asked Edmund.
"Maybe some sort of portal, or maybe we're just going to use the train." answered Lucy.
"In case you haven't noticed, dear sister, it's already 9 PM. There are no more journeys for trains this time of night, unless of course you own the train." he answered back. Edmund was quite knowledgeable with trains.
"Oh yeah. Sorry." came a feeble reply. Suddenly, Peter, who was walking before them, stopped abruptly, then Susan stopped after him, and the two had to stop themselves from hitting Susan. Dumbledore had apparently stopped now, and was looking forlornly at the sky. He rummaged into his robes, and pulled out what looked to the children like a long wooden stick, but was really his wand. He stuck it out in front of him, and a split-second later, a triple-decker bus appeared in front of them, it's purple paint a bit crumbling away.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizards. Just stick out your hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name's Stan- blimey! It's Dumbledore!" said the man who was standing by the door, clearly surprised at Dumbledore's presence.
"Come along." Dumbledore said simply to the four, ushering them in to the bus. "We would have used a portkey, or floo network, but I suppose it would be best to let you on an 'easier' ride to take."
The four entered the bus, and looked around with their mouths hanging open, for they have never seen a more weird bus. Beds were huddled over at the back from the bus's abrupt halt, and people were either picking themselves of the floor or were lying down on their bed, sound asleep. Dumbledore sat down at one of the beds by the front, and the four followed suit at the different beds around him.
"London" Dumbledore said simply to the man who the four have just learned, was named Stan.
"Sure 'ting, sire. Real pleasure to 'ave you 'ere." he said, bowing a bit. "'Ear that Ern? London."
The bus left with a BANG from the ground, and almost immediately, the four fell out of their beds. Dumbledore took no notice, but just looked around, apparently thinking deeply. The four picked themselves off the floor, and sat down again on their beds. This time though, they made sure to take a firm grip on their beds. Time just passed on, but for the four the trip seemed to have taken eternity to finish.
Suddenly, the bus stopped, and Stan headed over to the back. A woman with a bowler hat and wearing a violently pink robe, strode over to the front, closely followed by Stan who was carrying her belongings. She stepped out of the bus then Stan threw her bag after her. The door closed and the bus left again with a BANG.
"I love 'ave to you 'ere, sir. I feel you oughta know I'm on your side. 'E's loosin' 'is mind, he-who-must-not-be-named. Inee mad, Ern?" Stan said to Dumbledore.
"Thank you, Stan. That was most informative." Dumbledore replied. Stan flushed a little, then was in silence afterwards.
The few minutes spent on the bus was in silence, Dumbledore to himself, and the four catching looks from each other every now and then. After a while, the bus stopped with a BANG in front of what looked like very dirty houses. Dumbledore stood up and strode out of the bus, closely followed by the four, with Peter leading them off. Stan made a little bow to Dumbledore, and the bus disappeared off.
Dumbledore looked at the four, gestured for them to follow him, then made his way down the cobbled street. There was a pure and intense silence around them, seeing as there was nobody around. It was the middle of the night after all. They made their way down the street, and just when they thought they were never going to stop, they saw Dumbledore standing by a row of grimy houses. The four looked at each other, then at the houses before them. Dumbledore smiled at them, then made his way nearer to the houses. The four stood still, looking at the houses as if they couldn't believe that they are houses.
"Quickly now. Closer here, please." Dumbledore said to them. The four walked over to him, and he handed to them a small piece of paper. In it was written:
The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.
After reading it, Susan immediately cast a look at the houses, her eyes trailing from number eleven to number thirteen, then back and forth, as if waiting for something to show up. "Peter, there doesn't seem to be a number twelve here, This place doesn't exist." she said, pointing to the piece of paper.
"That can't be. How can anyone remove a whole house?" he said, also looking at the houses.
"I want you to concentrate carefully on what you have just read." Dumbledore said calmly. The Pevensies thought hard, casting a glance at the houses, as if waiting for something to happen. Sooner or later though, something did happen. Another grimy old house squeezed itself from nowhere, and eleven and thirteen immediately moved to give way.
Dumbledore walked over to the door, with the four following him looking at the house as though it wasn't real. He knocked once, twice, three times. They heard shuffling from the inside, then the door was slightly opened, with an eye peeking at the crease.
Apparently satisfied at who it was, the door was opened more, and they saw the face of a plump lady, who's eyes showed kindness, and who had very bright red hair.
"Ah, you must be the Pevensies. We have been waiting for you. Come in, come in." she said, gesturing for them to enter. The four entered cautiously, looking around for anything dangerous. "Don't worry, dears, we don't do harm." the lady said. "I'm Mrs. Weasley, by the way."
The four walked over to her, each shaking her hand politely and introducing themselves.
'Molly, would you mind showing them to their rooms?" Dumbledore asked politely.
"Why certainly. Up we go then, my dears." she said, the four following her sheepishly up the stairs, carrying their trunks. They went up and up and up, and when the children thought they were never going to stop, Mrs. Weasley halted at a floor where two wooden doors were standing.
"Here we are. Boys on the left, girls at the right. Dinner will be in a while. There are also some students here like yourselves, so if you want to, you'd better introduce yourselves to them later." she said. "I have to go back downstairs, my dears. I'll be calling you when dinner is ready." And with that final word, she hurried off back down, her footsteps echoing around them.
"We'd better get a move on then." Peter said. He and Edmund walked off to the left door, while Susan and Lucy entered the right. This day couldn't have been more eventful, or so they thought.
There you go. Third chapter! Next chapter... Harry Potter and company meets the Pevensies! Will their be friendship? Anger? Excitement? Love? Tune in sometime when I have posted the next chapter! Until then, R and R please! Thanks.
