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Harry Potter and the Three Bracelets
Chapter 1/ The Portkey
"Hey, I got a letter for once!" Harry Potter cried happily at breakfast one morning when the mail arrived. The only things he ever got from Hedwig these days were just maybe a couple of letters from Hagrid, but it usually wasn't much. Hedwig dipped her beak in Neville Longbottom's goblet of orange juice. Harry picked up the envelope that Hedwig had dropped on his plate of toast. "It's a bit heavy," Harry pointed out. He tore the envelope open and 3 objects and a small slip of paper fell out.
"Harry, hurry up!" Hermione Granger, Harry's best friend cried. "It's just three minutes until eight o'clock and we have Potions at eight!" They all stood up from the Gryffindor table and started to walk towards the dungeons to go to their least-loved class to see their least-loved people. On the way there, Harry read his letter aloud to his two best friends:
For absolute good luck give these two bracelets to two of your closest friends to wear for a day. If you don't wear them, something awful may happen: you will lose the two friends that you are thinking of right now. If you wear them, not only will you have luck; you will learn a lesson of true loyalty.
"Hmm… isn't this a bit… divinational?" Hermione asked thoughtfully. "Oh no! A minute 'till eight!"
"Aww, Hermione, it's probably just a bunch a baloney! Besides, it's a free gift… take it! Just wear it, no harm'll come out of it!" Ron said, tossing one of the three bracelets to her.
"Oh, all right," she said disapprovingly. Harry looked at his. It was gold and it had something inscribed on it in a ancient language; they looked quite old. They turned the corridor where their potions class was. "Almost there," Hermione groaned. They all put the bracelets on.
"We're here!" Hermione whispered in delight. They sat in a desk and looked at the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Exactly eight o'clock.
Then, all of a sudden, Harry felt a twist behind his navel… he was falling, falling…He fell. Two loud thumps beside him told Harry that Hermione and Ron were here too. Harry looked up; he was in a weirs place he had never seen before. All threw stood up. "Well, Ron, no harm'll come out of this, huh? They were bloody Portkeys! Where are we anyway?" Hermione said.
Then they heard a voice call, "Hey!" The three turned around to see a young lady with reddish-orange hair standing next to what looked like a chicken coop. "Hey!" she called again in a sing-song voice, "please help me find all eight of my cuckoos. I'm allergic to them and they keep on escaping from me. If you find them all, I will reward you!"
"What's a cuckoo?" Ron asked, deeply amused by this all.
"What's the reward?" Hermione asked.
"What's a cuckoo?" Ron asked again.
"A jar.." the lady answered proudly.
Harry laughed outloud. "What do we want a jar for?"
"Why, to store potions, bugs, fish, and much more in!" she said.
"Er-- why would we want to store junk like that?" Ron asked "And tell me, what is a cuckoo?!"
Just then, a heavily overweight man came jogging by. As he approached them, he stopped, wiped the dripping sweat off his face and said, "The boss is working us harder than ever!" Then he jogged off again. "Why's he jogging?" Hermione asked. "Probably because the old bloke wants to lose some weight; did you see the flubber chunks on that guy? Eugh!"
"Ron, that's rude!" Hermione shrieked. "Well it's true!" Ron argued. Then they all stopped arguing, because they heard a noise. Clunk, clunk, clunk. Harry thought it sounded like Moody. Clunk. Then it stopped. There was a young man, probably in his late teens standing there wearing the most peculiar assortment of clothing. "Oh man," Ron muttered, "Don't let Dobby anywhere near him!" The boy was wearing huge leather boots, a green Santa Clause-looking hat, some white tights, a green tunic, a shiny blue shield, a long sword, and other assortments of weapons. He had deep blue eyes and pointed elf-like ears. It was just then that Harry, Ron, and Hermione realized that that had been transported to another world, and it didn't look like they had much hope of getting back home.