Summary: Hogwarts directed the students to set up a play and create its own plot, cast, and script. They create a play with a main characters of Allyran (played by Hermione) and Eroquin (Draco) where they are mortal enemies cast away to another time and place. In the new surroundings, a romance blossoms, but can they get back? The play excites the whole school - but when the plot becomes reality, it must be stopped. HGDM
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From Chapter Three:
"What will we do? When they disappear, how should we act?"
Harry shrugged. "The same way as everyone else is acting."
Ron inhaled deeply. "Okay, I'm ready," he said.
"Good. Let's find our seats now," Harry said. Ron nodded and they left in to watch the play, nervously anticipating what was to happen next.
"Five words," Ron murmured to Harry. "Bloody hell, Merlin help us."
Chapter Four: I Smell it Starting
Flint glared at everyone backstage. "I want you to get ready!" The curtains were down and he strode to the front, his voice magically magnified.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I…" He thought for a moment then took out his index cards. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to present to you a play that Hogwarts has taken into its own hands to sculpt, design, and share. It is called 'Sent Diligo.' It begins with two people as mortal enemies, opposites, nonetheless, sent away to an unknown land – together. Throughout their adventures in the unknown land of Pentalis, they are bonded, closer and closer together, until at last, a romance blooms between them. And here we are, on the day of the performance, with Sent Diligo."
Drum roll. Applause. Hermione sighed. The red velvet curtains were lifted, revealing a potions classroom. There was a fair amount of noise, people chatting to the person next to them. The door swung open. Running late was none other than Allyran Liakke, who quickly seated herself in the middle of the classroom, a bit towards the front.
From the back of the room, someone stood up and lazily walked towards Allyran. Dressed in black robes, the person was none other than Eroquin Shamforth. He smirked. "Didn't expect to see you here, Allyran." He gestured to the room with his arm. Allyran shrugged coolly but scowled.
"Well, apparently, you don't expect anything. Your intelligence level isn't high enough, I'm afraid. We all feel sorry for you. Here to attempt to gain more brain cells? Tut, I doubt it'll work." She mocked pity. "You're beyond the help of even the gods." She shrugged her shoulders helplessly and sighed.
Frowning, Eroquin scolded, saying, "Only you would have a mouth that, denying the gods' powers. But I guess you just don't understand the consequences." Allyran laughed and was about to respond when the doors opened once again.
Filinzo strode into the room in emerald robes. In a level voice, he said, "Silence. Welcome to the Adult Potions Club, or Reinforcement, as I prefer to call it. Most of you here are only here because not out of hobby, but because lack of skill. Anyways, I am Filinzo, your Potions Master here. You shall be paired up for our first project, the Drought and the Rainwater Potions. The Drought Potion causes a drought and the Rainwater Potion causes rain, for those of you –" he glared around the room " – who are not… quite clever enough to understand that."
"I bet you're one of those people, Allyran," Eroquin sneered at her. Just as Allyran turned around and gave him a death-piercing look, Filinzo pointed his wand at Eroquin and said, "Silencio." Eroquin scolded, but Allyran merely smirked.
"Now that I have silence," Filinzo said, staring straight at Eroquin, "I can continue." He walked around the classroom for a few moments in silence. "Directions will be on the board. Copy them down and study them. We will be making them tomorrow." He flicked his wand and the directions appeared on the board. "Partners shall be…" Filinzo withdrew a long sheet of parchment and began reading of the names, finally reaching, "Allyran Liakke and Eroquin Shimforth."
Allyran stared in wide-eyed horror. Eroquin jumped up and yelled, "WHAT?" but with the charm placed upon him, no sound was heard. Filinzo smiled evilly.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you, what was it?" Eroquin couldn't respond and instead scowled. Filinzo smirked. "I thought so. Begin." The quills began to scribble while Filinzo paced the classroom. At long last, he said, "Quills down, class dismissed. If you didn't copy all of it, too bad. Eroquin!" Eroquin strode up forward to him and Filinzo took the charm off. "Next time, keep quiet. Consider this a fair warning." Eroquin scowled and left.
When all the students were gone, Filinzo walked to the back of the room which was in shadows. A light was lit and a woman with long, silky black hair and pale skin was gazing into a cauldron. "Never have I seen such immature behavior come from adults!" she scolded. Filinzo knew that she had been watching the class leave.
"Well, Tayla, you haven't studied much of human behavior, have you?" Filinzo asked.
Tayla's brows furrowed. "I've studied them well, but this is the most peculiar of all things!" Her eyes glinted mischievously. "I shall have a potion brewed for them by next week. And they shall get along, mark my words, or I shame the name of Witch."
Filinzo arched his eyebrows and murmured, "Haven't you already."
Tayla looked up. "What was that, my dear Filinzo?" she said slyly.
"Have I said something?" Filinzo asked, startled. Tayla frowned and returned to her cauldron. Filinzo grinned inwardly. "Good day, Your Honor," he said as he grabbed his cloak and left the room.
"Good day, my fellow master, good luck, yes, yes," Tayla murmured distractedly.
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Eroquin and Allyran left the building arguing, but were interrupted when a plump boy wizard came running up to them holding a bucket, huffing.
"Filinzo – said – to – tell – you – to – bring – these – to – him," the boy wheezed. Eroquin smirked.
"Well, if it isn't Filinzo's personal gardener," he sneered, watching the boy's face furrow in confusion. Unknown to Eroquin's personality and reputation, the boy held out the bucket filled with slugs for Eroquin. Eroquin smirked slightly and with a single lash of his arm, he knocked the bucket out of the boy's hand, and it all splattered upon the grass. "I'm so sorry, it's my bad, my arm must have… accidentally hit it. I hope it won't be too hard to clean up." The boy's face saddened. It had taken him hours to do it.
Seeing his sad expression, Allyran quickly said, "Don't worry, Avon, I'll help you." She shot Eroquin an evil glance. Eroquin shrugged it off. "Come on, Avon." The two of them left to pick up some more slugs, and Eroquin left in the opposite direction.
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"Why's he like that?" Avon asked, upset about the event earlier. Allyran sighed as she bent down to help him pick slugs.
"I don't know – he's just… like that for some odd reason!"
Avon thought about it. "Maybe he's scornful because he's not satisfied with his life. Maybe he wants something so desperately but he can't get it, so he turned sour."
Allyran choked a laugh. "Oh, dear, what's that lucky thing, then? He is spoiled pampered, though, there's no use denying that." She shook her head and reached into the flower bush to pick up a slug. "But desperation? He's so cruel outwardly that I can't imagine a single drop of feeling inside."
Avon shrugged. "Just a guess." He dug into the dirt and pulled out a slug. Allyran followed suit. "You're really nice, though," Avon said, causing Allyran to blush. "No one's ever offered to help me with anything before."
Allyran laughed lightly. "It's my pleasure," she said.
An awkward silence hung between them. When they were done, Allyran took the bucket from Avon. "You said he wanted me to take it to him?" Avon nodded."He said you and Eroquin," he corrected, but shrugged.
Allyran smiled. "Well, he won't be expecting much from his part, then. Good day, Avon."
"Good day, Miss Liakke."
"Call me Allyran."
Avon smiled at her. "Okay, then, thanks. Good day, Allyran."
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The next day during the potions lessons, Filinzo walked amongst them, criticizing their work. "Ah, Mr. Eroquin Shimforth," Filinzo said, his eyes glinting. "I believe I sent out Avon to fetch two people to bring me the slugs for today's lesson, not one. He already received his punishment." Allyran gasped lightly, her eyes widened in shock. Avon was punished for something entirely out of his control! "What to do with you?"
Eroquin smirked slightly. "If I were you, I'd give myself a congratulations."
"Ah, but you are not me, and thus, you don't get to choose." Filinzo turned sharply over to face the front of the class. "Miss Allyran Liakke!" Allyran gasped nervously but nodded and stood up.
"Yes, Professor?" she asked attentively.
"I believe it is the gardener boy's job to pick slugs, isn't it?" Allyran nodded. "But you went along and did the job for him, anyways, didn't you?"
"I didn't do it for him, I helped – "
"You did part of his job for him!" Filinzo barked. Allyran nodded, afraid of what was to happen next. "Both of you, come with me. The rest of you, get into your twos and begin the potion." Filinzo spun around and marched towards where Tayla stood. Allyran and Eroquin followed. "Stop there." They obliged. Filinzo went up and retrieved something – it was glowing teal liquid in a vial. Soon, the liquid disappeared, and Filinzo came back.
"You two shall break this block of wood in half, using nothing but your own body." He handed them a block of wood.
They grabbed it. It was damp. "Five, four, three, two, one." It wasn't even a whisper coming from Filinzo's mouth. "Break it." At that moment, a cloud of smoke appeared, filling the room. When it faded away and the audience could see, the two were gone. The class stared around in shock. Filinzo scolded.
"Someone's cauldron exploded!" he said angrily. "Whoever did it shall be punished. And they ran away while the smoke came up, how cowardly. They shall be punished again. All of you, back to work, while I retrieve my wand." The class nervously went back to their cauldrons as Filinzo strode out the door.
Minutes passed.
Almost an hour went by when the stage crew captain came out and yelled to Flint, "They're gone!"
"What?" Flint said.
"Granger and Malfoy. They're gone."
"'Course they're gone! Pay attention to the script!" Flint scolded.
"No! They're actually gone, I mean, poof! They're not here at Hogwarts! When we couldn't find them, we did a tracking spell, and it said that they didn't exist at the moment, not even their bodies are here…"
"…so they're in some other time period, and possibly some other place…"
The audience went around in a riot. Harry and Ron followed suit. They weren't the best actors, but they accomplished this mission well, for they couldn't help but worry about what was going to happen.
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She was in a castle, a large one, walls of stone, the air cold. Hermione opened her eyes and found herself sitting at a large dining table made of polished cherry oak with gemstones lining the table. She blinked and looked up. There was only one other person sitting at the table, and he sat on the other side of the table, longwise. She sighed, looking down at her silver plate and silverware, which was filled with food.
"Err… excuse me? Might I be excused?" she asked. The man looked at her strangely and nodded. Hermione stood up, finally noticing that she was in a gown in the color of gold. She got up and wandered the castle aimlessly.
"Pardon me, Lady Liakke," a voice from behind her said, "but are you missing something?"
Hermione spun around, all the while noticing that the lady, an old woman in a maid's uniform, had referred to her by Allyran's last name. "No," she said. "Why?"
"You know the rules of the Pentalis Castle include that there shall be no wandering!" the maid scowled.
"My pardon," Hermione said quietly. "I'd best be going back…"
The maid, noticing Hermione's voice trail away, asked, "Is there a problem?"
Hermione nodded attentively. "Yes, err… could you be kind enough to remind me where my room is?"
The maid laughed slightly. "Of course, follow me, this way, my lady…" Hermione obliged. The maid brought her up the grand staircase and into a room. It had a large king sized bed with red sheets and scarlet pillows with gold lining. The mattress was soft yet firm. The dressers, too, like the four poster bed, was made of oak, and a cherry wood bookshelf and desk was nearby. The large windows let in the sunlight and the chandelier above provided light. The red drapes were pulled aside.
"You've the brains of a genius," the maid murmured. "They wouldn't let no other gal in all of Pentalis have their own bookshelf in their dorm, save the queen, and perhaps Lady Aeralia."
"Wait, what's your name again?" Hermione asked.
"Valerie, you know, Val? I'm your personal maid," the woman said, scolding. Hermione smiled slightly.
"I'm sorry, I just have a headache today and… things have been slipping my mind."
"I'll say," Val murmured. "Well, good day to you, my lady." Hermione nodded as Val closed the door. She walked over to the bookshelf and was soon deeply engrossed into a book.
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Draco was having the same luck. He awoke at the Shimforth Castle and just settled into his room, led by a very stupid-looking personal butler named Bop and Barn who looked a lot like Crabbe and Goyle.
"Here you are, sir," Barn said, holding an outstretched arm, pointing towards Draco's bedroom door. Draco nodded and dismissed them with a wave of his hand. They left, and Draco entered his room, lit by candles.
The furniture was painted black with gold and silver edges. His sheets on his bed and his drapes were a dark emerald green. Draco walked over to the bookshelf and a single book caught his eye. It was bright neon orange and was entitled, Hip and Hop. Frowning, Draco continued to scan the shelves, finally giving up on them and sitting at his desk, taking out a large piece of paper and putting it onto his drawing table. He sat down and began to create a pen-and-ink portrait of the Shimforth Castle. (A/N: he woke up outside in the gardens.)
It was after nightfall by the time Draco was done. He put feeling and detail into his drawing, capturing its majestic appearance and the beauty of the gardens. Sighing as he put the quill down, he realized he was hungry. There were no house elves in Pentalis, and Bop and Barn were probably too stupid to ask about his hunger.
"Stupid room service," he murmured as he hit the bell again. Finally, Bop came over, panting heavily.
"Sir – Eroquin, how – may – I – help – you?" he asked, breathing hard.
Draco rolled his eyes, knowing that Bop had probably only ran about several yards or so. "It's night and I haven't had any food yet." Bop waited for an explanation. God he's slow, Draco thought. "I'm hungry." Still confused, Bop stared at Draco, bewildered. "Bloody hell, get me my food!" Finally, at long last, Bop was able to comprehend what Draco said.
"Right away, sir," Bop said. "Where would you like to eat it?"
"In my room."
"What would you like to eat or drink?"
Draco thought about it for a moment. He didn't know what the Muggles ate. "Firewhiskey?" he asked, hopefully. Bop shook his head in confusion. "Butterbeer…" Bop still didn't understand. "Err, coffee?" Bop nodded.
"What else, sir?"
"Steak, medium, mashed potatoes side, with a few green leaves. Cesar salad, small fudge brownie desert," Draco said, reciting from his script in the play.
"Very well, sir. Is that all?" Draco nodded. "We'll be back right away."
"Right away" seemed to take forever. In the wizarding world, the food would've appeared almost instantly. It seemed like hours before Draco actually got his food. He nodded and dismissed Bop and began to eat.
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The next day, Hermione awoke from bed, excited. She wanted to explore Pentalis. She dressed into a long, scarlet dress with gold and black trimmings. Just as she was about to leave, Val came to her and protested.
"Good choice on the gown, no doubt, but you can't leave with your hair like such! No, no, no, it just won't do! You must wear a veil, too, goodness knows what's out there! Come along, come along!" Val scolded, pushing her over. "Now just close your eyes…" Hermione obliged and Val worked her fingers along Hermione's scalp in a calm, relaxing motion, massaging it. She then applied something cool to her head and Hermione slept…
"All right, I'm done. You can get up now." Hermione blinked in surprise. She stood up from the chair she was sitting in and glanced in the mirror. Her hair was no longer bushy but instead was in loose curls. "I'll let you go with your hair down for now. Your veil, my lady." Hermione took the scarlet and black veil Val was holding. "And eat something before you go!" she called as Hermione ran out the room.
On her way out, she grabbed a bit of toast and ate it quickly. She slipped outside and walked down the paved stone road to the marketplace. It was crowded and busy, people chattering away, making deals. Stalls lined the area. The small huts and houses were close by on the green, rolling hills with small dirt roads leading to them. Far in the back from Hermione's eyesight, with thousands of acres, the castles were built of stone on flat lands. Even beyond that, as the map had told her, laid more huts and houses with their marketplaces, then a great wall surrounding the land. She was in the busiest marketplace, the one in the center, the capital.
Hermione spun around. A glimmer of platinum blond caught her eye. It wasn't a mistake. She saw him. Of all the people she had to be stuck with, it had to be him?
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked uncertainly. Hearing his name, Draco spun around.
He smirked slightly at her and strutted over. "Granger," he said, nodding. "You here as well?"
Hermione scolded. "Unfortunately."
"And I suppose you came from that castle?" he asked, pointing over to the Pentalis Castle. Hermione nodded.
"Why are you asking? It's exactly the same as the scenery and the script," she said, scolding. Malfoy smirked.
"That's my point."
"Wha – what?" Hermione asked. Malfoy arched his eyebrows and headed in another direction. Hermione picked up her skirts and hurried after him. "What do you mean?" she hissed into his ear. He shrugged.
"It's too fun just to annoy you," he said. Hermione scolded… again, but arguments would get her nowhere. Before she could respond, someone put a hand on her shoulder.
"Lady Liakke, how nice to see you again. How do you do?" the man asked as Hermione spun around.
"Zabini?" Hermione asked.
"Zabini?" the man repeated. "No, my name is Xionis. Have you forgotten?" Hermione smiled weakly and shook her head. Xionis still looked concerned. "Perhaps I shall escort you back to the castle?"
Hermione shook her head no. "I'm sure I can manage."
"No, I insist," Xionis said, pushing her along.
"You really don't need to – "
"Come on, Allyran," he said, speaking her name out as if it were important. Hermione gave in as Xionis smirked to himself. "Let's go."
Draco laughed to himself. If she were in Slytherin, she would've bitten Xionis' hand off by now. But there was something there that still disturbed him. The way the man acted… it annoyed him greatly. He was supposed to enjoy it but… why didn't he? And he didn't even recognize Hermione under the veil. She didn't look like the bookworm he knew. She was… attractive. A Mudblood, attractive! Several days ago, he would have laughed at the thought, but several days ago, he didn't have proof. That only one other time was the Yule Ball…
Draco shook the thoughts out of his head. Frowning, he headed back to the Shimforth Castle, deciding to read a black book with silver words he had found earlier. It wasn't meant to be there, but it was there anyways.
It was amongst all Muggle books, entitled Sent Diligo – Hogwarts Play: How I Survived written by Hermione Granger.
(A/N:) This is a very short chapter compared to the other chapters in this story, but there were a lot of longer paragraphs so maybe it'll even out. What do you think? It's now 'officially' the chapter where the real story begins… kind of. Well, anyways…. hope it was enjoyable! I'll try and update soon.