Chapter Four
Jane, James, Molly, and Bill met in the common room the next morning, long before anyone else had woken up. They were use to having very little sleep as in their world it was common for the alarm bells to sound at any time, which did almost every day. They sat around the fire, in their normal chairs. Jane, Bill, and Molly on the couch, and James in the arm chair right in front of the others, always a little distant from the others. They were all immersed in their own thoughts, of how it use to be, before the war, when the common room was still a room full of rowdy teenagers and was decorated in red and gold. Although no one said it, they were all thinking about how much they missed those days.
"God, I hate this world!" Jane exclaimed at last. "Its horrible, seeing all of them, alive, and so different. And, I'm an airhead, how could I turn out like that? It's like a sick dream."
The others were trying not to laugh and failing miserably. It was just that not one of them could have imagined their Hermione Granger in bright pink before last night, let alone how she was acting. Nothing like the little know-it-all they all loved, and though it was depressing to know she could turn out like that, it was also really funny. Even Jane was grinning a little, at the thought of her painting her toenails.
"Well at least we now know that with the right training you can actually not sprout random facts every two seconds." Molly said grinning. That did it, now everyone was laughing, even Jane, who tried to look offended while laughing, which just made everyone laugh harder. It was the first time any of them had truly laughed in a long time.
"Well thank you." Jane said sarcastically, "I had no idea my study habits was a running joke."
"Where have you been the past six years?" Bill asked her jokingly.
"Funny. Really witty." Jane shot back.
"I'm hungry." James said, trying to break up what he knew from experience would turn into one of Bill and Jane's famous fights if he didn't do something. Luckily for everyone's ears, it worked.
"You're always hungry." Molly told him. Everyone laughed and they headed off to the Great Hall together. Not many people were yet, it reminded them a lot of home, and it was nice to not be stared at by hundreds of people, just yet.
"So, do we just sit down?" Bill asked, looking around for a seat. They knew many of the faces, but the problem was no one knew them.
"I guess." James said, leading them over to the very end of the Gryffindor table.
They all piled food onto their plates and begin to eat, trying not to notice how people keep shooting them odd looks. This was probably because they were all still wearing their battle robes, though they were now a lot cleaner, they still stood out against the mass of school robes. They had all decided to wear them, because they could be sent to their reality at any time and with little warning, into the middle of a battle and it was best to be prepared.
"Excuse me, may I have your attention please?" McGonagall called about fifteen minutes into their meal, by that time most people had come down to breakfast and were whispering about the newcomers. Immediately the hall became silent and she continued. "As you will notice we have four new students at the Gryffindor table. They arrived yesterday from another reality."
At that the hall burst into noise again, and then quieted waiting for her finish.
"This is a very unusual situation and we are still working on sending them home. Until we can solve this problem they will all be attending classes with the sixth year Gryffindors. As it is confusing to have two people walking around with the same name you will address them as the following. Mr. Harry Potter will be going by James Potter, Miss. Hermione Granger by Jane Granger, Mr. Ronald Weasley by Bill Weasley, and Miss. Ginerva Weasley by Molly Weasley. I ask that everyone help to make their stay here as pleasant as possible."
With that she sat down and the hall erupted in talk. Most people were staring at the new students, but no one dared go over and talk to them. Jane, James. Molly, and Bill had gone back to their meal, their emotions once again hidden. After a few minutes McGonagall came over and gave them their timetables.
"Oh look, we're in all the same classes." Jane said, always one to be excited by school work, "It's so great that we get to start regular classes again, I really missed them. "
"Jane, only you would get excited over the prospect of going back to school." James teased her.
"Honesty, am I the only one who thinks that it is important to learn as much as possible?" Jane asked, then noticing that she was not going to receive the answer she wanted, changed the subject, "Anyway, Defense Against the Dark Arts starts in ten minutes, we should go."
They found the DADA room easily, noting that the teacher was an elderly witch they didn't know called Professor Swan. Jane dragged them all up to seats in the front of the room, right in front of the teacher. The students already there stopped talking when they entered to stare at them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered a few minutes after them and took seats at the back of the room, shooting incredulous looks at James, Bill, Molly, and Jane in the front of the room.
"Hello class." Profess Swan said in a pleasant voice once the bell had rung, "I'd like to welcome our four new students. Since I personally have never taught them, though I might have in their reality, I would like to take a few minutes to find out what level they are on, before we start the class. So, who was your previous teacher?" She asked them, turning to the four students in front of her.
"Well in our first year we had Professor Quirall," Jane started being the unofficial spokes person for the group. "Then in our second year there was Professor Lockhart," this made the others from her world snigger, "Our third year we had Professor Lupin, he was by far the best. Our fourth year we had Professor Moody."
"No, we had Crouch, he was just pretending to be Moody." James corrected her then added, "Long story." as an explanation.
"Right, and fifth year we had Umbrige," Jane said with obvious disdain, "and now Professor Dumbledore is teaching us, but we don't really go to classes anymore, so it doesn't matter. Another long story."
"Well, that's interesting." Professor Swan, stated, giving them the look most people did when they started talking about their world. "You've certainly had a lot of teachers, so I'm sure you learned a lot of different things. Now have you done simple shielding spells." they nodded, "How about simple hexes? Good, did you do the spell that…" she spent the next fifteen or minutes quizzing them on their prior magical knowledge. "Well, it seems you are on level for this class." she said, smiling at them, "So, we can begin our lesion on alternate realities."
Everyone looked at her like she was out of her mind, Professor Swan simply smiled around the room again.
"Well, I though, because we have people from another reality in the room, this would be the perfect opportunity to teach the subject. Alternate realities, or parallel universe, are hypostatical universes that exist because there was a 'breaking' of the worlds. A major event, like a war, will happen one way in our reality and another way in another reality, this will cause the 'breaking of the universes.' Until last night, this 'many world' theory had never been proven. This truly is a groundbreaking event. Yes, Miss Granger?" Swan said, seeing Jane's hand in the air.
"Professor, how is it that we got transported into this world, when no one has ever done it before?" Jane asked.
"I do not know Miss Granger, as I said this has never happened before. I do however think that the spell that was meant to be cast on you was somehow said wrong, or accompanied by a different spell in a combination that has never before happened, causing you to come to our world. We will have to figure out what spell sent you here before we can work on sending you back of course. Yes, Miss Malfoy?"
A girl in the back of the room had raised her hand. She had long blond hair and cold blue eyes; she had a Slytherin badge on her clothes, along with a prefect badge.
"I was wondering if, err… they could tell us what even seems to have happened differently in their world, to make the worlds break off?" she asked. She looked intrigued by this discussion and didn't notice the calculated looks Jane, James, Molly, and Bill were shooting her way.
"Well, have you discovered that yet?" Professor Swan asked Jane, whom she seemed to have developed a fondness for.
"Yes, actually." Jane answered, happy to be able to answer the professor. "We believe that in your world a person named Tom Riddle was never born. In our world he later became the most feared dark lord in a hundred years."
Immediately after she had said this, Jane realized that she had said something wrong. People all over the room had started to whisper and the Professor was staring at her as if she said that magic didn't exist.
"Miss Granger, I don't know if you are trying to pull some kind of joke, if so, this it not funny." Swan said coolly.
"You mean Voldemort exists here!" James said, exasperated, "Because Professor Dumbledore told us he had never heard of him."
"Mr. Potter, I do not know who this Voldemort is, and frankly I have no clue what you are going on about, but Tom Riddle is this world is the Minister of Magic and the greatest wizard and man this world has seen for a long time."
The-Ever-Lazy-One- You'll have to wait and see, though I don't know who Whiney is, so I don't think 'Jane' will meet him, lol. For Ginny, well, I can't say cause I'll ruin the plot, but lets just say I love HP/GW ships.
Jeran- I'm glad you liked the plot. I know my spelling is really bad, I'm working on it, and I've now got a beta-reader.
borne-shadow-childe- Everyone makes Dumbledore evil, I wanted to be original, for who would ever think of making Dumbledore normal? Oh, and I'm female and not offended, don't worry.