Chapter 7: Hilary Duff is a real slut
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Harry Potter charries…I mean they WERE my idea in the first place (Sarcasm)
Authors Note: Sorry for the exceedingly long wait and odd chapter name (don't ask), I've been pathetic and have had an extreme case of writers' block…like bad…bad…bad...case. No reading or anything. Happy to say I'm back so yeah…here's your chapter…
"Welcome students!" Dumbledore called as the Great Hall finally settled down, after the long sorting ceremony (Which was amazing I might add). I looked to Chelsea whose eyes were sparkling with tears. Dumbledore. Dumbledore had died in the sixth book! He looked so alive and happy now. I was about to cry myself just the look of life upon him was so horrendous I was breathing heavy. I could tell Chelsea was trying as hard as she could to keep a straight face as well. Difference was…I was failing immensely.
I swallowed my
emotions and squeezed Chelsea's arm for comfort. "Chelse…it's
Dumbledore…" I said breathing deeply and trying to keep it
under control. James was looking at me funny now, Remus, for some odd
reason, was listening as contently as possible.
"Yeah I
know…it's definitely Dumbledore." She muttered and then gulped
deeply; waiting for the words Dumbledore had to say.
"I would love to speak for hours, but we have a meal waiting for us…" He said grinning and clapping his hands. Instantly the tables filled with food, I forgot my grief and dove straight for the mashed potatoes and meat loaf. I poured myself a cup of pumpkin juice, which I'd never had, and downed it. Chelsea was doing the exact same thing…though she was eating her mashed potatoes with her fingers.
I cringed…that git…she knew just how to get on my nerves didn't she? I twitched and kicked her under the table. She glared at me and kicked me back. And you can guess what happened from there…
Well….by the time everyone was finished…I wasn't. I was still munching away on my pudding everyone glaring/staring at me as I ate. I'm positive they wanted to go and get ready for bed…but they would have to wait. This is how slow I was every day, hunched over my plate, nibbling endlessly on the large amount of food.
Giving me a sympathetic look, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the pudding that was about to take the long trip down my esophagus, into my stomach, and…well…yeah, it disappeared. I pouted my spoon in my mouth and Dumbledore only shrugged.
"Welcome welcome welcome students! To another year at Hogwarts…I have a few words of notice to the first years…and a few of the older students," His eyes graced over The Marauders and, to my surprise, Chelsea and I "…The Forbidden Forest is strictly as its names states….forbidden. Anyone caught inside of it without a teacher, will receive a completely non-grateful punishment from Mr. Filch," He gestured to the much younger Filch sitting at the far end of the table. Dumbledore paused for nearly a whole minute until he took a deep breath and began to speak again, "Although I've been advised to keep this to myself, I somehow feel as though I should share this bit of information with you all." It was quiet now….very quiet. "I would like to warn you that a Dark Lord, who goes by the name Lord Voldemort, has been striking more and more often. I must advise you all to be on your toes. Watch yourself where ever you are. I predict that this time next year we will be missing a quarter of you." His eyes flickered toward Chelsea, James, Lily, and Izzy. "Many of you will have lost your family, your personality, and though I regret to say it most likely your lives as well. This, my students, is only the beginning of one gigantic war, and we all, whether we like it or not will be changed in some way by it." His face stayed serious for a moment looking over certain students some he gave reassuring smiles, and some he merely glanced at. "Ahem…well…I'm sure your stomachs are all full, and your warm beds are beckoning. So off you go." He smiled one last large warm smile and with no other words the students began to shuffle out.
I looked at Chelsea our eyes met and we nodded, both knowing what we had to do. "You guys go ahead; we're going to stay behind." I informed The Marauders when they looked at us confusedly. They nodded and continued walking.
Once the entire school had filed out except for Chelsea, Dumbledore, and I, we stood up and walked up to the staff table. "Professor…we have something we would like to share with you." Said Chelsea.
"Share away."
"Well…we'd prefer to do this somewhere a bit more….private." I said glancing around as if someone was going to jump out and listen to us with their prying ears.
"As you wish." He stood up and began leading us to his office. "Lemon Drops."
Chelsea and I looked at each other smiling. "Have you heard of these amazing snacks?" He asked us handing us each a few.
"Actually…that's exactly what we're here to talk to you about." I said quietly.
"You're here to talk to me about lemon drops are you? Well…I must say I am looking forward to this conversation." My cheeks turned a crimson color and Dumbledore merely smiled the sparkle in his eye shining more then ever. "I did not mean to embarrass you…Ms. Hartman."
"Professor Dumbledore…the reason we came here was to tell you of a situation that has occurred in the past two days…" Chelsea started.
"Continue." Muttered Dumbledore.
"Well…the thing is, is that we, we as in Jayde and I, have been sent from the 21st century to now. The reason is unclear. But, not only were we sent from that time, we were also sent as witches. You see, in our time, Jayde and I are squibs. But here we aren't. Usually, I would be ecstatic to say that I can now do 'Wingardium Leviosa', with just the flick of a wand, but I-…we've been itching to know what's going on, and how we'll ever get back home."
Dumbledore's glasses were at the end of his nose now, his eyes sparkling with interest and thought. I'm glad Chelsea said it; she couldn't have worded it any better. And Dumbledore seemed to completely understand…what she was saying at least.
"The night before this happened…did either of you see anything peculiar going on with one of your magical parents?" He asked
"No sir. They were as normal as usual."
"Did you two…somehow…get your hands on a timeturner?"
"No."
"Well…that wouldn't have mattered anyway; we'd have still needed to explain your wizardishness. Did you…" He stopped to think a moment, he looked back at us his face curious and prying in every way "…did you make a wish on a shooting star?"
Chelsea and I looked at each other. We turned to look back at him and both nodded.
"What time?"
"Well…I know I made the wish around ten thirteen."
"ME TOO!" I squealed. Dumbledore frowned.
"This is curious. Most curious indeed. I believe there has only been one case in my days where something even in the slightest similarity has happened. A couple, pureblood and muggle, wished at the same time on the same star that they had someway of living together in peace without being disturbed by their over protective parents. And so…they were sent to a time far before this, or far after, and they were my friends. Never saw them again. Though, your case is much different." He said and stopped looking at us each in the eye his face twisted in question. "Is there anything more…you wish to tell me?" He asked his lips quivering as he talked.
I closed my eyes. I knew what this was. When Dumbledore asked this, it meant, for the most part at least, that he was reading our thoughts and knew that we wanted to tell him something and perhaps he read that thought too. But we found we couldn't in fear of him being either mad or, in this case, completely and utterly disturbed.
I parted my lips to speak once again and found it seemingly difficult to say anything, but before I could Chelsea answered for me. "No sir, unfortunately…there is nothing." I must say that I was quite grateful for her sudden explanation. I never was an exceptional liar…and now that the fate of all civilization was in the palm of mine and Chelsea's hands, I found even more pressure then ever before to sought out some sort of help.
After a moment of Dumbledore staring at us in a suspicious manner, a bolt of lightning struck outside the window. Dumbledore (for the first time I have ever recorded) removed his spectacles and looked out that window his nose wrinkled in thought…"Curious that lightning should be striking at such a time. It symbolizes illumination or insight. For it can be deadly and destructive. They say that just because a bolt of lightning strikes does not mean you should make hasty decisions based on what 'insight' the lightning brings." He put his glasses back on and looked at us thoughtfully "I should advise you not to mention any of what we have discussed today, to anyone else that you have not already told." With those words he finished and with a wave of his hands the door opened suggesting that we should leave now.
"Sleep well, Ms. McLuen…Ms. Hartman." And with that we stood from our chairs and left both of our minds firing crazy questions at us that could never (or so it seemed) be answered.
