Chapter 4
"What the hell!? What are you kids doing here! Where the hell is Agent Mulder?" The kids needed no alarm clock. Krush was enough to wake a person in a coma.
"Whaaa?" Harry sat up sleepily, for a moment he had thought he was back with the Dursleys.
"You six. Come with me. NOW!" Kursh walked out of the room, twords his office.
"Wots his problem?" Ron was muttering to no one in particular, although all six heard it.
They were led into his office, and sat around the table, Kursh at the head and Assistant Director April Thomas at the end.
Kursh had started to yell some more in the hall, but April had come along, and stopped.
"Children, prehaps you can start by telling us who exactly you are." She gave them a warm smile. The boys melted. Even Hermione had to like April.
"I'm Harry."
"Hello Harry, do you have a last name?"
"Um... yeah.. Potter."
"Harry Potter?" A smile played on her lips. "What's your name hon?"
"Hermione. Hermione Granger."
"I'm Ron Weasley."
"Neville Longbottom."
"Seamus Finnagin."
"Dean Thomas."
The smile had almost gone from April's face. "How..." Her eyes lingered on Harry's forehead. Harry, instinctively pulled his hair up for April.
"But.. how..." April was whispering.
"Would you mind telling me what is going on?"
April looked at him. "Harry Potter. But.. it's a fairytale!"
Harry and the others looked at each other.
April had taken Kursh into the hall, leaving Harry and the others sitting there.
"Hermione... I thought you said... they were supposed to be Muggles!" Ron was sighing.
"Well they were supposed to be! I didn't know Americans used Muggle stuff."
"Aren't Americans... well.. I always heard they were supposed to be 'out there.'" Seamus nodded his agreement with Dean.
"Bu..."
April and Kursh walked back in and they took their seats.
Harry took the moment to speak. "Mrs. Thomas..."
April intuerupted. "April."
"Alright.. uh.. April... we uhh... we really... we don't even know where we are.. or.. uh.. who you are... We.. just... uh... well... Are you Muggles? Cause If you aren't... we really should ge..."
"What the hell is a Muggle, Thomas?"
"Muggle. It was claimed to have been patented by one Ms. Nancy Stouffer. J.K. Rowling uses it in her books, it's a term for pepole with non-magical powers. Very large lawsuit..." She became quiet. "Harry... do you know who JK Rowling is?"
"No... why?"
Hermione jumped in. "She's an author. Very popular. She mostly writes for adults. No text books though. That's why we don't really know about her. I think she lives in Scotland. She graduated from Hogwarts in.. oh let me think.. yes! I remeber! I was talking to Hagrid one day... we were talking about Lumpin and Sirius... he said she graduated in the same class as they did. Gyiffindor. I think... but I'm not sure.. I think she was a Seeker too."
"Unbelivable." April was whispering. She looked up at Kursh. "Do you know what this means? It's not fiction. She's writting a piece of non-fiction! It's all real!" She looked close to tears.
"We have to get them out of here. Oh I wish Scully and Mulder were here... they would know what to do..."
"I still don't know what the hell is going on here Thomas."
"Harry Potter. HARRY POTTTER! He's real Kursh. Do you know what this means? Nancy Stouffer has no case! Jo keeps her money!"
"Harry Potter is nothing but a daydream for stupid little kids April. These children are obiously delusional! I'm going to call Social Seveses."
"No! kursh, you can't... not yet. I'll take them to my place. Let them rest...."
"Fine. Just get them outta here. And find those agents." Kursh rose.
"Sir. Just.. don't tell anyone about this."
"48 hours. 48 hours and I call the poilice. There parnents will be looking for them."
"48 hours. Fine. I'll call them myself." April looked tirered all of a sudden. Kursh strode out of the room. Harry and the others had looks of asonishment and bafflement.
"Come on then. Well get you to my place. You can sleep. And eat something other than brownies. Come on." She sheparded them out of the building.
April sheperd them into her white Mecedess ML320 (SUV Type). Hermione sat in the front with April. Neville, Dean, and Seamus sat in the back seat, while Harry and Ron sat on the floor befhind the others.
They drove along, finally turning into a gated community. They stopped at the security guard. April rolled down her window.
"Good Afternoon Ms. Thomas. You're home early."
"Hello Sam. Yes. I have some unexpected guests. Did I get any packages?"
"Not this afternoon, ma'am."
"Thank you Sam!" She rolled up the window, and drove in.
She drove around for about 15 more minutes. She finally pulled up to a very large home. Everyone got out.
"Wow... lookit the size of this place!" Ron was muttering to the others. "I bet this is even bigger tham Malfoy's place!"
They followed April inside, then stayed behind in the living room while she put her work things away.
"Wow... this place is gourgous." Hermione was in awe. This was what she wanted her house to look like. It was large, with a wide, winding staircase, contemporay furnature. Everything looked like it had come stright out of a magazine. The kitchen was well equiped with newest in cookware. Hermione was in heaven.
April came back.
"Is this your house?" Ron blurted out.
April smiled. "Yes it is Ron. Do you like it?"
"Oh it's lovely April." Everyone nodded with Hermione.
"Thank you. I'm sure you're all tiered. I was going to take you up stairs to your bedrooms, you can slep or play Nintendo, or go on the Computer."
"That would be lovley." Hermione really liked April. She was like an aunt almost. Friendly, nice, and funny.
The troup follwed her up the stairs. Ron finally spoke again.
"Who do you live here with?"
April turned and smiled at Ron. He reminded her of herself, a bit outspoken. "Well, as it so happens, I don't."
"Well... how did you get this place then... I mean, the FBI doesn't pay very vell does it?"
April laughed. "No, it doesn't Ron. My parents died about 5 years ago. My father was a wealther buisness man. He left a nice sized inheritance. I was tiered of living in an apartment, so I decided to buy, and furnish this place. Everything is paid for. The car too. This way, everything the FBI does give me, can go to other nessesities. Rent and car payments eat up allot of your check. Here we are!"
She stoped in front of a large bedroom, the size of Aunt Petunia's bedroom. "This is your bedroom Hermione." She walked down the hall, and came to two room directly across from each other. "And these are your rooms boys. I don't care how you split them up. I'll be downstairs if you need anything. I have a few phone calls to make. But I'll be free in about 45 minutes. Then I can give you the tour of the rest of the house. Think you can handle it? I trust one of you can figure out the TV's and computers."
"Yeah. I think we got it. Thanks!" Ron really liked April. She was like Bill, only a girl.
April had left, and everyone was in Dean, Seamus, and Neville's room. The TV was on, (Thanks to Hermione) and they were all lounging on some furature. Dean was on the bed, Seamus and Neville were both on armchairs, Harry and Ron were on the couch, and Hermione was on the floor. Currently they were disscusing April.
"I dunno why we couldn't trust her. She seems nice enough." Ron was speaking.
"That's what we thought about Quirrel too." Harry said causualy. Everyone but Ron and Hermione staired at him.
"Wot about Quirrel?" Neville was curious.
"Oh... Uh..." Harry glanced at Ron and Herm.
"Well.. see... remember the first year..." Ron spilled the story. He figured they might as well know. He'd tell Neville to keep quiet. Anyways.. every one knew he was back. They talked about Quirrel for awhile, then, they drifted asleep, feeling a sense of safty. April wasn't that bad for a Muggle after all.
***
April was downstairs in the kitchen at the island. She took the phone of of the set, and held it in her hands. Was she crazy? Could these kids really be what they seemed? She had to find out. She dialed.
"Hello. Is this Aurthor Levine?"
"Yes. How my I help you?"
"Hello. My name is April Thomas. I'm with the FBI."
"I see Ms. Thomas. What may I do to help you?"
"I fear what I ask may make it seem as though I am using my.. uh.. position to.. extract information. However I assure you that is not what I am doing. I am working on a case, assinged to me this morning. I belive it concerns your client Ms. Rowling. However, the details concering her, I am not at liberty to talk to anyone but her. Now, of course, Ms. Rowling isn't listed in the phone book, for good measure I'm sure."
"Yes. You've hit the nail on the head. So, what is it, Ms. Thomas, that I can do for you?"
"One of two things sir. If at all possibal, would you be able to give me Ms. Rowling's phone number, and if not, her agent?"
"You promise me this is official business?"
"Yes sir. You can call my superior if you would like."
"I shall take your word for it. Ms. Rowling's number is 555-6744."
"Thank you very much sir."
She hung up after that, the number lingering in her hand.
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Mulder and Co were sitting in Dumbledore's ample office. Dumbledore was behind his desk, and McGonagal was pacing back and forth.
"I understand this has been tramatic for you," Dumbledore began. "Waking in a strange place is less than desirable." He stoped. "Please, prehaps you could tell us your names."
Scully started. She liked this guy. She was sure she was only dreaming anyway. "Dana Scully." She had a silly smile on her face. "This.. is my partner Mu.. Mu.... Mulder...." She burst out laughing. She was so tiered, but she just had to laugh.
"Dana, could you tell us whats so funny?" Dumbledore said lightly.
"I.. I..." Scully could hardly breath she was laughing so hard. "Its.. its... its jsut that... this is the weirdest dream I;ve ever had... I mean.. Mulders sitting there stoned, and theres this old man infont of me! Oh no... brownies.. where are my brownies?" Scully felt her pockets. One left. Perfect. She jamed it in her mouth.
Everything clicked suddenly for Albus. "Dana... could I have a bit of that brownie?"
"Oh my.. I'm so sorry! How rude of me! Of course you can!" She tore off a piece for Dumbledore. He tore of a small taste, and ate it.
"Delicious. Minerva, could you please take this down to Severes and have him do an analisis of what is in this delicious brownie?"
McGonagal looked at the Professor. "Certainly."
"Thank you. As for you six... we must get you to bed." He poured out drinks for all six, and made them drink. It was the same sleeping potion he had givin Harry the fateful summer before. They fell instantly asleep.
The following morning, Scully woke first. She sat up suddenly, and reached for her glasses. "Damn it...." She muttered. She must had left her glasses at home. Now she had slept in her contacts, and they were useles. Everything was blurred.
"Good morning!" Dumbledore's face appeared.
"Good morning" Scully replied sleepily.
"Do you remember who I am?" Dumbledore was proding gently. He had alreay taken to these people. He was sure they ment no harm, and had no idea what was in the brownies.
"I'm sorry I don't."
"Quite all right. Are you feeling well? Are you hungrey, anythign you need?"
"Yes, I'm feeling fine, but I slept in my contacts... so I can't see..."
"We can fix that. These," Dumbledore held up Scully's glasses, "were found lieing next to you." Scully put on her glasses. "Now... could I have a word with you in my office Dana?"
"Yeah... yeah..." She crawled out of bed, her clothes wrinkled. She followed Dumbledore though the maze that is Hogwarts. Finally, they came to his office.
"Please... Have a seat." Scully sat, still silent. She was amazed. The pictures were moving!
"Sir, where *are* we...." Scully let lose in a flood of babbilings.
Dumbldore help up his hands. "I will answer all those questions." He paused for a second, "your name is Dana Scully correct?" Scully nodded. "Alright. You are at Hogwarts...." He was about to continue, but something in her face made him stop.
"Hogwawrts?" She was wispering. "Hogwarts? But its a fairy tale!"
"You know of Hogwarts?"
Scully had a look of fear and total disbief in her eyes. She was about to say something, when the door burst open.
"Where the hell is Harry?" Sirius looked fit to kill. Dumbledore rose, and went to him. "Sirius, please, sit. This is Dana Scully. She was about to share some information."
"What about Harry?"
"Sirius, Ms. Scully has everything to do with him I believe. Please, have patience!" He sat back down. "Please continue Dana. How do you know of Hogwarts?"
"Its... its not really though.. it cant be..."
"Dana.. did you hear about it in a book, on the street... where?"
Dana looked at him couriously. "The Harry Potter Books." She was whispering. "Hogwarts... everyone knows about the books."
Dumbledore glanced at Sirius. "Dana, have you read the Harry Potter books?" Scully nodded silently. Dumbledore sighed. "We never expected anything like this. By the time we knew of it it was to late to stop. Dana, you are at Hogwarts."
Scully nodded and whispered. "I know..." She looked up. "But... how?"
Dumbledore sighed. "That I do not know. The brownies you were found eating, contained several magical ingredients. They are quite simply known as 'magical brownies.' They have a puropse, but it, like many things remains a time old mystery. It is often belived they have much to do with the Ancient Magic. However it too is a mystery. What intrgiues me however, is that there are six of you here, and six people missing. Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan are all missing. Ginny Weasly this morning told us she and the missing had been eating brownies. When she went to bed they were still at it."
Scully looked up. She had been looking at her hands. Her eyes met Dumbledore's. "Before... before we were here... Mulder called me... or I jsut went over, I don't know... But he had brownies... we... we were eating them... and they never emptied."
Dumbledore sighed again. "Yes. That would be so."
The door flung open again.
This time, Joanne Rowling was standing there.
"Jo!" said Dumbledore with obious excitement. "Come in! Sit.. sit!" He magicked a chair for her.
Jo breifly smiled at Dumbledore. "Thank you Professor." Her smile quickly faded. She glanced at Sirius. "Hello Sirius. I think I've found Harry. I just got a call from one April Thomas..." she hesitated as everyone looked at her odly. "No. I dont think its her. She said she had found them in her parteners officve or something. She's with the FBI... she didn't know thye were real, but she seemed receptive to the fact. Comfortable with it. Excited."
"She found them in Mulder's office?" Scully suprised everyone.
"Mulder? It sounds slightly familiar.. why?" SHe looked at Dumbledore.
"Mulder, he's my partner. April Thomas is an agent who works in a differnt devision, but she helps Mulder and I on backround checks. She should seem receptive. She joined the FBI to work on the X-Files, but she was too like Mulder. She wouldnt debunk him. The put her runing backround checks and chasing known criminals."
"What's an x-file?" Jo voiced her thoughts.
"An X-file, is a case that can't be proven, or is not wanted proven. Witches, aliens, sorcery, government conspiracy, all come under the X-Files. This would be an X-File." She sighed. "Mulder is going to love this."
"What the hell!? What are you kids doing here! Where the hell is Agent Mulder?" The kids needed no alarm clock. Krush was enough to wake a person in a coma.
"Whaaa?" Harry sat up sleepily, for a moment he had thought he was back with the Dursleys.
"You six. Come with me. NOW!" Kursh walked out of the room, twords his office.
"Wots his problem?" Ron was muttering to no one in particular, although all six heard it.
They were led into his office, and sat around the table, Kursh at the head and Assistant Director April Thomas at the end.
Kursh had started to yell some more in the hall, but April had come along, and stopped.
"Children, prehaps you can start by telling us who exactly you are." She gave them a warm smile. The boys melted. Even Hermione had to like April.
"I'm Harry."
"Hello Harry, do you have a last name?"
"Um... yeah.. Potter."
"Harry Potter?" A smile played on her lips. "What's your name hon?"
"Hermione. Hermione Granger."
"I'm Ron Weasley."
"Neville Longbottom."
"Seamus Finnagin."
"Dean Thomas."
The smile had almost gone from April's face. "How..." Her eyes lingered on Harry's forehead. Harry, instinctively pulled his hair up for April.
"But.. how..." April was whispering.
"Would you mind telling me what is going on?"
April looked at him. "Harry Potter. But.. it's a fairytale!"
Harry and the others looked at each other.
April had taken Kursh into the hall, leaving Harry and the others sitting there.
"Hermione... I thought you said... they were supposed to be Muggles!" Ron was sighing.
"Well they were supposed to be! I didn't know Americans used Muggle stuff."
"Aren't Americans... well.. I always heard they were supposed to be 'out there.'" Seamus nodded his agreement with Dean.
"Bu..."
April and Kursh walked back in and they took their seats.
Harry took the moment to speak. "Mrs. Thomas..."
April intuerupted. "April."
"Alright.. uh.. April... we uhh... we really... we don't even know where we are.. or.. uh.. who you are... We.. just... uh... well... Are you Muggles? Cause If you aren't... we really should ge..."
"What the hell is a Muggle, Thomas?"
"Muggle. It was claimed to have been patented by one Ms. Nancy Stouffer. J.K. Rowling uses it in her books, it's a term for pepole with non-magical powers. Very large lawsuit..." She became quiet. "Harry... do you know who JK Rowling is?"
"No... why?"
Hermione jumped in. "She's an author. Very popular. She mostly writes for adults. No text books though. That's why we don't really know about her. I think she lives in Scotland. She graduated from Hogwarts in.. oh let me think.. yes! I remeber! I was talking to Hagrid one day... we were talking about Lumpin and Sirius... he said she graduated in the same class as they did. Gyiffindor. I think... but I'm not sure.. I think she was a Seeker too."
"Unbelivable." April was whispering. She looked up at Kursh. "Do you know what this means? It's not fiction. She's writting a piece of non-fiction! It's all real!" She looked close to tears.
"We have to get them out of here. Oh I wish Scully and Mulder were here... they would know what to do..."
"I still don't know what the hell is going on here Thomas."
"Harry Potter. HARRY POTTTER! He's real Kursh. Do you know what this means? Nancy Stouffer has no case! Jo keeps her money!"
"Harry Potter is nothing but a daydream for stupid little kids April. These children are obiously delusional! I'm going to call Social Seveses."
"No! kursh, you can't... not yet. I'll take them to my place. Let them rest...."
"Fine. Just get them outta here. And find those agents." Kursh rose.
"Sir. Just.. don't tell anyone about this."
"48 hours. 48 hours and I call the poilice. There parnents will be looking for them."
"48 hours. Fine. I'll call them myself." April looked tirered all of a sudden. Kursh strode out of the room. Harry and the others had looks of asonishment and bafflement.
"Come on then. Well get you to my place. You can sleep. And eat something other than brownies. Come on." She sheparded them out of the building.
April sheperd them into her white Mecedess ML320 (SUV Type). Hermione sat in the front with April. Neville, Dean, and Seamus sat in the back seat, while Harry and Ron sat on the floor befhind the others.
They drove along, finally turning into a gated community. They stopped at the security guard. April rolled down her window.
"Good Afternoon Ms. Thomas. You're home early."
"Hello Sam. Yes. I have some unexpected guests. Did I get any packages?"
"Not this afternoon, ma'am."
"Thank you Sam!" She rolled up the window, and drove in.
She drove around for about 15 more minutes. She finally pulled up to a very large home. Everyone got out.
"Wow... lookit the size of this place!" Ron was muttering to the others. "I bet this is even bigger tham Malfoy's place!"
They followed April inside, then stayed behind in the living room while she put her work things away.
"Wow... this place is gourgous." Hermione was in awe. This was what she wanted her house to look like. It was large, with a wide, winding staircase, contemporay furnature. Everything looked like it had come stright out of a magazine. The kitchen was well equiped with newest in cookware. Hermione was in heaven.
April came back.
"Is this your house?" Ron blurted out.
April smiled. "Yes it is Ron. Do you like it?"
"Oh it's lovely April." Everyone nodded with Hermione.
"Thank you. I'm sure you're all tiered. I was going to take you up stairs to your bedrooms, you can slep or play Nintendo, or go on the Computer."
"That would be lovley." Hermione really liked April. She was like an aunt almost. Friendly, nice, and funny.
The troup follwed her up the stairs. Ron finally spoke again.
"Who do you live here with?"
April turned and smiled at Ron. He reminded her of herself, a bit outspoken. "Well, as it so happens, I don't."
"Well... how did you get this place then... I mean, the FBI doesn't pay very vell does it?"
April laughed. "No, it doesn't Ron. My parents died about 5 years ago. My father was a wealther buisness man. He left a nice sized inheritance. I was tiered of living in an apartment, so I decided to buy, and furnish this place. Everything is paid for. The car too. This way, everything the FBI does give me, can go to other nessesities. Rent and car payments eat up allot of your check. Here we are!"
She stoped in front of a large bedroom, the size of Aunt Petunia's bedroom. "This is your bedroom Hermione." She walked down the hall, and came to two room directly across from each other. "And these are your rooms boys. I don't care how you split them up. I'll be downstairs if you need anything. I have a few phone calls to make. But I'll be free in about 45 minutes. Then I can give you the tour of the rest of the house. Think you can handle it? I trust one of you can figure out the TV's and computers."
"Yeah. I think we got it. Thanks!" Ron really liked April. She was like Bill, only a girl.
April had left, and everyone was in Dean, Seamus, and Neville's room. The TV was on, (Thanks to Hermione) and they were all lounging on some furature. Dean was on the bed, Seamus and Neville were both on armchairs, Harry and Ron were on the couch, and Hermione was on the floor. Currently they were disscusing April.
"I dunno why we couldn't trust her. She seems nice enough." Ron was speaking.
"That's what we thought about Quirrel too." Harry said causualy. Everyone but Ron and Hermione staired at him.
"Wot about Quirrel?" Neville was curious.
"Oh... Uh..." Harry glanced at Ron and Herm.
"Well.. see... remember the first year..." Ron spilled the story. He figured they might as well know. He'd tell Neville to keep quiet. Anyways.. every one knew he was back. They talked about Quirrel for awhile, then, they drifted asleep, feeling a sense of safty. April wasn't that bad for a Muggle after all.
***
April was downstairs in the kitchen at the island. She took the phone of of the set, and held it in her hands. Was she crazy? Could these kids really be what they seemed? She had to find out. She dialed.
"Hello. Is this Aurthor Levine?"
"Yes. How my I help you?"
"Hello. My name is April Thomas. I'm with the FBI."
"I see Ms. Thomas. What may I do to help you?"
"I fear what I ask may make it seem as though I am using my.. uh.. position to.. extract information. However I assure you that is not what I am doing. I am working on a case, assinged to me this morning. I belive it concerns your client Ms. Rowling. However, the details concering her, I am not at liberty to talk to anyone but her. Now, of course, Ms. Rowling isn't listed in the phone book, for good measure I'm sure."
"Yes. You've hit the nail on the head. So, what is it, Ms. Thomas, that I can do for you?"
"One of two things sir. If at all possibal, would you be able to give me Ms. Rowling's phone number, and if not, her agent?"
"You promise me this is official business?"
"Yes sir. You can call my superior if you would like."
"I shall take your word for it. Ms. Rowling's number is 555-6744."
"Thank you very much sir."
She hung up after that, the number lingering in her hand.
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Mulder and Co were sitting in Dumbledore's ample office. Dumbledore was behind his desk, and McGonagal was pacing back and forth.
"I understand this has been tramatic for you," Dumbledore began. "Waking in a strange place is less than desirable." He stoped. "Please, prehaps you could tell us your names."
Scully started. She liked this guy. She was sure she was only dreaming anyway. "Dana Scully." She had a silly smile on her face. "This.. is my partner Mu.. Mu.... Mulder...." She burst out laughing. She was so tiered, but she just had to laugh.
"Dana, could you tell us whats so funny?" Dumbledore said lightly.
"I.. I..." Scully could hardly breath she was laughing so hard. "Its.. its... its jsut that... this is the weirdest dream I;ve ever had... I mean.. Mulders sitting there stoned, and theres this old man infont of me! Oh no... brownies.. where are my brownies?" Scully felt her pockets. One left. Perfect. She jamed it in her mouth.
Everything clicked suddenly for Albus. "Dana... could I have a bit of that brownie?"
"Oh my.. I'm so sorry! How rude of me! Of course you can!" She tore off a piece for Dumbledore. He tore of a small taste, and ate it.
"Delicious. Minerva, could you please take this down to Severes and have him do an analisis of what is in this delicious brownie?"
McGonagal looked at the Professor. "Certainly."
"Thank you. As for you six... we must get you to bed." He poured out drinks for all six, and made them drink. It was the same sleeping potion he had givin Harry the fateful summer before. They fell instantly asleep.
The following morning, Scully woke first. She sat up suddenly, and reached for her glasses. "Damn it...." She muttered. She must had left her glasses at home. Now she had slept in her contacts, and they were useles. Everything was blurred.
"Good morning!" Dumbledore's face appeared.
"Good morning" Scully replied sleepily.
"Do you remember who I am?" Dumbledore was proding gently. He had alreay taken to these people. He was sure they ment no harm, and had no idea what was in the brownies.
"I'm sorry I don't."
"Quite all right. Are you feeling well? Are you hungrey, anythign you need?"
"Yes, I'm feeling fine, but I slept in my contacts... so I can't see..."
"We can fix that. These," Dumbledore held up Scully's glasses, "were found lieing next to you." Scully put on her glasses. "Now... could I have a word with you in my office Dana?"
"Yeah... yeah..." She crawled out of bed, her clothes wrinkled. She followed Dumbledore though the maze that is Hogwarts. Finally, they came to his office.
"Please... Have a seat." Scully sat, still silent. She was amazed. The pictures were moving!
"Sir, where *are* we...." Scully let lose in a flood of babbilings.
Dumbldore help up his hands. "I will answer all those questions." He paused for a second, "your name is Dana Scully correct?" Scully nodded. "Alright. You are at Hogwarts...." He was about to continue, but something in her face made him stop.
"Hogwawrts?" She was wispering. "Hogwarts? But its a fairy tale!"
"You know of Hogwarts?"
Scully had a look of fear and total disbief in her eyes. She was about to say something, when the door burst open.
"Where the hell is Harry?" Sirius looked fit to kill. Dumbledore rose, and went to him. "Sirius, please, sit. This is Dana Scully. She was about to share some information."
"What about Harry?"
"Sirius, Ms. Scully has everything to do with him I believe. Please, have patience!" He sat back down. "Please continue Dana. How do you know of Hogwarts?"
"Its... its not really though.. it cant be..."
"Dana.. did you hear about it in a book, on the street... where?"
Dana looked at him couriously. "The Harry Potter Books." She was whispering. "Hogwarts... everyone knows about the books."
Dumbledore glanced at Sirius. "Dana, have you read the Harry Potter books?" Scully nodded silently. Dumbledore sighed. "We never expected anything like this. By the time we knew of it it was to late to stop. Dana, you are at Hogwarts."
Scully nodded and whispered. "I know..." She looked up. "But... how?"
Dumbledore sighed. "That I do not know. The brownies you were found eating, contained several magical ingredients. They are quite simply known as 'magical brownies.' They have a puropse, but it, like many things remains a time old mystery. It is often belived they have much to do with the Ancient Magic. However it too is a mystery. What intrgiues me however, is that there are six of you here, and six people missing. Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan are all missing. Ginny Weasly this morning told us she and the missing had been eating brownies. When she went to bed they were still at it."
Scully looked up. She had been looking at her hands. Her eyes met Dumbledore's. "Before... before we were here... Mulder called me... or I jsut went over, I don't know... But he had brownies... we... we were eating them... and they never emptied."
Dumbledore sighed again. "Yes. That would be so."
The door flung open again.
This time, Joanne Rowling was standing there.
"Jo!" said Dumbledore with obious excitement. "Come in! Sit.. sit!" He magicked a chair for her.
Jo breifly smiled at Dumbledore. "Thank you Professor." Her smile quickly faded. She glanced at Sirius. "Hello Sirius. I think I've found Harry. I just got a call from one April Thomas..." she hesitated as everyone looked at her odly. "No. I dont think its her. She said she had found them in her parteners officve or something. She's with the FBI... she didn't know thye were real, but she seemed receptive to the fact. Comfortable with it. Excited."
"She found them in Mulder's office?" Scully suprised everyone.
"Mulder? It sounds slightly familiar.. why?" SHe looked at Dumbledore.
"Mulder, he's my partner. April Thomas is an agent who works in a differnt devision, but she helps Mulder and I on backround checks. She should seem receptive. She joined the FBI to work on the X-Files, but she was too like Mulder. She wouldnt debunk him. The put her runing backround checks and chasing known criminals."
"What's an x-file?" Jo voiced her thoughts.
"An X-file, is a case that can't be proven, or is not wanted proven. Witches, aliens, sorcery, government conspiracy, all come under the X-Files. This would be an X-File." She sighed. "Mulder is going to love this."
