Fools Rush In
Chapter 2
By Ginny :)
::waves:: Thanks for all your Emails/ reviews about being in the story!! Everyone who asked will be mentioned, but the main roles are for;
Ariel Patche [she's not a HP author on this site, but what the heck, she still writes stories]
Miriam Tatley [ditto]
Hermione2 ['Sophia Jimeneza']
Eyra Dragonsworth
Deep Roller ['Paloma Raban']
Wierdlet ['Dara']
GinnyWeasley ['Jaqui Blaire']
Aria* ['Sierra Reeves']
Tom Riddiply ['Emma Lawkes']
Not all the characters will appear yet ^_^ If you're not a main character, it's nothing personal! Just be glad that you escaped my creativity. Oh, and sorry to dissapoint everyone, but desprite the demands, NO ONE is going to date Sirius or Lupin, bearing in mind the oldest author in this is about 16, and they're somewhere in their 30s... cat fight all you want over Draco. ~_^ He's a grey area. I am refusing to do anything about him.
Ginny :)
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The three friends made their way along through the dusty wall-cavity, coughing dust, collecting cobwebs in their hair, and dodging spiders and beetles.
"Who else are we going to get?" Harry asked, after they had shuffled several feet.
"As many as possible," came Hermione's quick reply, "but we will come back for the others. We can't leave them here!"
"We could." Ron interrupted, "I think we should leave the Malfoys. And Voldemort. And Snape, he made me--"
"He didn't make you do anything," Hermione objected, "He has no more free will then we did!"
"Yeah," Ron admitted reluctantly, "But, I mean, he would have done. I couldn't act like someone I'm not, whatever She wanted."
"She?" Harry questioned.
"J. K Rowling." Hermione said, shuddering slightly. Harry realised that Ron had been willing to say Voldemort's name... but yet refused to say the name of Joanne Rowling. "For all you know, Ron, Voldemort might be a nice guy who calls himself Rosumray at weekends and who listens to Gardener's Question Time."
Ron looked disblieveing. Harry had to agree with him. Even Hermione seemed a bit doubtful.
"Well, Hogwarts students can be priority to get out, but we'd better not take many more just now," Hermione said decidedly, "One or two. Else She'll start noticing."
"She might notice," Harry pointed out "That the 3 main characters have up and left anyway."
"She'll think it's writer's block."
"What about," Ron shuddered here, "Fanfiction authors?"
"Same for them."
"All of them?" Harry felt a flicker of incredulity.
"They can't all be bad."
"They can," said Ron decidedly, "You usually get off easily. You don't even want to know what I've been though."
"We've all had moments like that I'm sure, Ron." Hermione sighed, "Stop complaining. Let's soo whose in this bit..." she stopped and banged on the wall, as she had done to Harry.
Silence.
She banged again.
"Hello? Is someone there?" a decidedly upper class voice answered, a very definite obnoxious note to it.
"Malfoy?"
"What?"
"It's Hermione, Harry and Ron. We're escaping."
Silence.
"We're escaping!" Harry repeated Hermione's words.
"You're not!!" Malfoy sounded shocked. Harry was almost sure he could detect ammusement in there somewhere.
"We are so." Ron added in.
"You joining us?" Hermione called through. There was silence for another moment. Then...
"Yes. Yes, I will... how?"
"Well, I had to bust through the wall."
"Me too."
"And me."
"Looks like you're going to have to do the same."
"Typical. Absolutely typical. Still, I suppose even going with you people is better then staying here. Mudblood, you're suppsed to be clever. Blast a hole in the wall for me."
"Don't call her Mudblood!" Ron objected.
Hermione sighed, "Don't waste time arguing, Ron. Malfoy, I am not going to blast a hole for you! Do you want the Gaurds to come running and catch us when they hear the bang? If you don't bash your way though, we're leaving you here! So hurry up and do it or else."
"Don't tell me what to do, Granger."
"Fine." Hermione motioned to Harry and Ron, "Come on, you two. Let's leave him here."
"No! Wait!"
The three friends grinned at each other. Malfoy's tone was panicy. No one deserved to be left behind, Harry supposed. Not even Malfoy. Well... probably not even Malfoy.
"All right. Hurry up about it before we change our minds."
There came the noise of thumping on the wall, and cracks gradually appeared. A few more thuds, and the wall split completely and Malfoy's skinny body appeared. Ron gave him a cold smile, and Malfoy nodded stiffly back at each of them. Harry didn't like the expression on his pale face. He certainly didn't look like the kind of boy who listened to Gardener's Question Time, whatever Hermione seemed to think. She couldn't be right all the time, could she?
"Are we going to get anyone else?" Harry asked, curious.
"Not just now. Any more then for, and people really will get suspcious... but we will come back for the others!"
"All right. So long as we help everyone we can." Harry agreed, and Ron nodded. Malfoy didn't say anything. He didn't even jerk his head in agreement.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances as the 4 continued on their way, hacking occaisionally from the fine dust they inhaled into their lungs, which also seemed to line the throat with a thin film of powder. No one spoke. There didn't seem to be anything to say. They'd never had to make their own conversation before.
They might have been trudging along like that for 15 minutes, before they reached a dead end. The way was blocked. They exchanged glances once again.
"Right. Now I can use my wand, Malfoy." Hermione pulled it out of her pocket, and shook back the sleeves of her robes. "Stand back, everyone, and get ready to make a run for it. Right-- Explodissium!"
The blocking wall seemed to errupt in a shower of brick and dust. A wall of grit and heat seemed to hit him. He choked on the particles.
"Run!" Harry heard someone yell. The order went straight to his legs without troubling to reach his brain. Before he knew what he was doing, he was stumbling through thejagged hole in the wall, accompionied by his three accomplicies.
Outside the hole was daylight, and the outside of the establishment. The brightness of the outside made him trip and blink like a fool, but he forced himself to keep running, Ron just ahead of him, Malfoy and Hermione just behind.
Now he was aware of shouts, no doubt coming from the Gaurds. He hoped they didn't have magic. Hermione sent a couple of random curses behind them, but Harry didn't notice if they hit anyone. He kept his eyes fixed on the gate, which Ron had already dissapeared through. On the other side of that lay Reality. He had to reach it. All of them did. There, they had to be safe. The Gaurds could only go through them with Speacial Permission from Her. The characters could come when they wanted, the Gaurds were there to get them when they were called. Harry didn't know how he knew this. It was instinct. He knew what to do as he reached them, from his experiences in getting onto Platfrm 9 and 3/4s. He shut his eyes all the same, expecting to feel the slap of cold metal against his skin... felt himself passing through air...
... and fell over someone.
"Hey!" An American accent childed him, "Watch it you arsehole! Jeez!"
"Sorry," Harry gasped.
"I mean, first him, now you!" The girl continued, pushing her tow hair off of her face, and giving Harry a heavy thump, while her companion stared agog, and Ron sat gaping on the station floor, "So much for 'jolly ol' English Reser--' ow!"
Hermione suddenly toppeled through the tube station entrence behind the girl, who had been leaning carelessly against the wall, followed closely by Malfoy.
The three disentangled themselves, whilst the girl continued complaining loudly, "Stupid tossers, going round attacking tourists, aught to learn some friggin' sense..." she paused suddenly, "And where the hell didja come from, anyway?"
"Um..." Ron began, but the girl's friend interrupted him.
"Ariel, leave it, won't you? They probably didn't mean to."
"We didn't," nodded Hermione, "We just, uh, were playing 'It', and didn't look where we were going... um."
"Bloody stupid Muggles," Malfoy complained. Ariel and her friend gave him an odd look.
"Kewl! Are you a Harry Potter fan?"
Harry felt his neck grow hot as Ron gaped open mouthed and Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. Malfoy, however, went pale.
"Hardly. He is the most concieted imbeciele--"
"I am not!" Harry yelled back, aware of the feeling of heat that was gradually rushing up from just below his collar. The two girls gaped at them.
"You are! I don't see what's so speacial about you, stupid Potter with his stupid scar..."
"Hmmm," Ariel looked at Harry critically, "See what you mean. A blind man could tell he used a felt- tip."
"Er... hah hah hah..." said Hermione, trying to force a laugh, "Hah hah hah. Erm. Come on, boys..." She made as if to guide the two away, but the 2nd girl, who had an earnest expression behind her glasses and very long brown hair stopped her.
"It has to be said," She began, "You four are the spit 'n' image of some of the characters."
"Well," Ron shifted his wieght uneasily, and clearned his throat, "We're, er, lookalikies. Buskers. Yeah. Um?"
"Kewl!" he looked mildly impressed, giving Ron a full-on smile, "What're your names? Do you guys write fanfiction?"
"They're fanfiction authors," Harry muttered to Hermione under his breath, "I know it. Let's move away slowly..." She nodded back quickly, but Ron was now in unthinking conversation with the girl.
"Ron Weasley. He's Draco Malfoy, she's Hermione Granger, and he's Harry Potter. I... haven't written anything recently."
"I meant your real names..."
"Er--"
"But whatever. If that's what you like to be called, Ron. I'm Paloma Raban, and she's Ariel Patche. I've started writing some stuff, but it's not posted yet. My pen name's Deep Roller, don't ask. She doesn't write stuff about Harry Potter. Whose your favourite character? Mine has to be Ron Weasley."
Harry noticed Ron go pink, "Er... Me too..." he said gruffly.
"Kewl! This totally rocks!"
"Pal, can you stop talking to those losers for one minute? I'm sure they'd like to leave. Now." Ariel's voice was meaningful.
"It's no problem--" Ron began, but a look from Ariel silenced him.
"Actually," Hermione butted in hastily, "I'd like a word with you, Ron. You too Malfoy. And Harry."
The three boys joined her. Ariel and Pal exchanged glances once again, but did not make to leave, despite what Harry had expected.
"They're fanfiction authors, right?" Hermione muttered, too quietly for the two Muggles to over hear them.
"Yeah," said Ron, "Kind of. Well, Paloma is."
"To Hell with Paloma," Malfoy interrupted, rolling his frosty grey eyes, "Stupid Yankee Muggle scum..."
"Shut up!" Ron objected, "She's not that bad!"
"Ooh, Weasley's got a soft spot for the filthy little Muggle moron!" Malfoy sneered mockingly.
"I have not!"
"Anyway," Hermione broke up the argument before it had a chace to get too vicious, "The point is, they're fanfiction authors. Or would be. Either one works for us. The point is-- we need someone like that to help us. No questions asked. They..." she frowned, "... It's hard to explain, but they have some kind of power, that means they can control us. If we can get them to help us, maybe they can convince others to stop writing about us."
"So..." Harry wrinkled his brow in thought, "If fafiction authors don't write about us, we'll have free will propperly again? But, er, don't we have free will at the moment anyway?"
"Yes, now we do," Hermione agreed, "But it's surely only a matter of time before She notices we're missing, and the Gaurds are after us, and... and if we can keep in Reality, we're immune to Her, but not entirely to them, unless they choose to write about us out of Fiction. If you see what I mean...?"
They stared at her. Harry, for one, was lost. Ron and Malfoy both looked equilly confused.
"You mean..." Ron thought for a simpler way of putting it, "They can control us too... but... we have to get them to only write about us, er, out of Fiction?"
"Yes."
"So... so, other can't write about us in Fiction?"
"Yes."
"And this makes sense to you?"
"Yes."
"Oh. All right."
"And, besides, if someone doesn't write about us, we'll be forgotten, and..." she shrugged, "That's the end for us. We'll dissapear. Be lost. We have to get them to help us!"
"Even Ariel?" Harry inquired, still sore where she had wacked him.
"Even Ariel." Hermioned confirmed.
"Let me get this straight," Malfoy interrupted, "We are going to ask a lot of stupid Muggle Yankees to help us?! Honestly, you have no pride Mudblood. I, for one, am against it."
"Just because they're Americans, and just because they're Muggles doesn't mean they're stupid or anything other then decent," Hermione argued, "You're Xenophobic. They're famfiction writers, we need their help!"
"I'm with Hermione," Harry nodded. Not because he knew what she was talking about, but because anything was better then agreeing with Malfoy, "We need their help."
"Me too. You're outnumbered, Malfoy." Ron shrugged. Harry wondered if he understood it any better then Harry himself did. You never knew. Probably Ron was just enjoying being flattered by Paloma.
Malfoy muttered something under his breath, that prbably only could be translated as "All right, I agree." By an extremem optomist with very selective hearing.
"I'll explain it to them, shall I?" Hermione asked.
"Fine by me."
They wandered back over to the two girls, who were now complaining about London Transport.
"Hi." Pal greeted them smilingly. Ariel made an exasperated sound from between her teeth. Hermione took a deep breath.
"We need your help."
"Well, we don't need yours, so go make like a tree and leave!" Ariel shot back.
"No, listen... we're serious."
"Really? So am I! What a co- incidence!" Ariel added something, muttering under her breath, "Jeez, you Brits are useless, you can't don't even have trains that run vaugely on time..."
"We are not! At least we aren't a lot of idiots that go around eating too much and--"
"Well, nor are we! Poshnobs, the lot of you--"
"Ariel, how about listening once in a while?" Pal suggested to her friend, "It's not their fault Miriam and Sophie's train is late. Ignore her, guys, and tell me what's up."
"You've got to swear," Harry continued for Hermione, "That you won't go around telling people."
"I swear. So does Ariel, don't you Ariel?"
"What?" Ariel, who had been arguing with Malfoy, hadn't been listening.
"See, Harry? Tell!"
"Well... we're not buskers or lookalikies or anything. We really are us. No joke."
Paloma and Ariel stared at him. Harry felt a hot rush in his cheeks.
"You're mad." Ariel shook her head at him, "Insane, mental, daft as George W Brush."
"It's true!" Ron backed him up, "We're as sane as you are. We can prove it! I'm sure we can... look..." he fished through his pockets, and bought out a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Falvour Beans, "Where'd we get these from, then?"
"You can buy those in America." Ariel shrugged contemptuously, "It's no big deal."
"We can do magic," Malfoy put in his say now.
"Yeah, so can Dominic Wood."
To Harry's surprise, Pal frowned, "I dunno, Ariel. Maybe we should listen to them. I mean... supposing it's true?"
Ariel sighed huffily, "Right, fine, get them to friggin' talk, then. But we're leaving as soon as we meet Miriam and Soph', right?"
"Well, OK. C'mon, continue one of you please?"
"Our magic," Malfoy spat, guessing correctly that Domanic Wood was a Muggle magician, "Is hardly like some common entertainer's." His hand went to his pocket.
"Whatever, freak."
"Malfoy, don't--!"
Too late.
"Taratellegra!"
The spell hit Ariel full on in the chest, and she began dancing around like a badly worked marrienette.
"Malfoy you idiot!" Hermione half- screamed at him. People were beginning to give the unfortnate Ariel strange looks. Hermione grabbed her own wand now, and shot the counter curse at Ariel, who stopped dancing suddenly, glaring evilly and rubbing her limbs. She muttered soemthing that Harry didn't catch. Paloma stared.
"Wow..."
"OK, so maybe you're telling the truth," Ariel admitted grudgingly, looking uneasy now, "I believe you. Cool. But... what can we do?"
Hermione explained to them. When she had finished, the two authors gaped at her.
"Wow... just wow..." Ariel blinked, "That's some story!"
"And it's true." Ron confirmed, "Every last word."
"Sheesh... must be real bad in the Establishment," Pal blinked, amazed.
"It's not exactly what you'd call a holiday."
"Obviously not." Paloma nodded, looking a little bewildered, "This is just amazing! The kind of thing that happens in fics, not in real life!"
"But will you help us?"
Ariel looked doubtful, "I dunno. I... guess so... "
"Tell you what, wait around a bit," suggested Pal, "We're meeting our friends Sophie and Miriam. Sophie's a propper fanfiction writer, and has actual stories posted unlike us two. I expect they'll know more what they're doing. Miriam certainly reads enough!"
"Great!" Harry smiled, "That's really great."
"Yeah, thanks." Hermione and Ron added. Malfoy nodded his head stiffly.
"Dude, you really need to lighten up!" Ariel told him. Malfoy gave her the death- stare. She returned the look with a bright smile, which showed almost all her teeth.
"And finally!" Paloma breathed, as the station was filled with the loud rumble of train wheels. "How long does it take for a train to get here! Train strikes suck."
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Malfoy, Paloma and Ariel stood along against the wall, as the crush of passengers shoved their way off of the train and along the platform.
"Hope she can find us..." Paloma worried, standing on tippy-toes to see above the head of the crowd, "Hey, there they are! Sophie! Miriam! Hey, Soph'! Miri, over here!" Pal waved cheerfully at the smallest figure in the crowd, who eventually met her friend's eye, said something to her older compainion, and waved back.
The two girl waved back. The girl who was addressed as Miriam was small and pleasently round faced, dressed smartly in a long pale blue coat and trousers. The effect of this suit was a little spolied by her Liverpool Football Team cap, and scruffy trainers. Her almost black hair was pulled into two short curly bunches. She worse oval glasses, and had a mild look about her. Sophie looked a little younger, at a guess eleven, but was taller, with long brown hair that bobbed around her shoulders, and eyes the colour of treacle. Both had a pleasent auror about them, and were sharing a burden of bags and suitcases.
"Hello!" Miriam greeted them happily. Harry noticed that she had a strong Birmingham accent, "What's up? T' bloody train got stuck in a tunnel, and we were already late 'cause of a tube strike. Typical, isn't it? Ah well. Who're these?"
"Harry, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy." Pal explained, adding, seeing the puzzled look on Miriam's face, "We'll explain later."
"Hi," the other girl, Sophie, smiled at them shyly. She shared the same accent as Ariel and Pal, "nice to meet you. How goes it, Ariel, Paloma?"
"Could be worse." Ariel gave a bland smile, "Could be worse..."
"What's with these other guys?" Miriam wondered, "Were they filming here today or somethin'?"
"Nope," Paloma shrugged, "We'll explain later. It's... a bit strange..."
"Yep. Very strange. What's more, I think it might cause trouble... espeacially for a certain few book characters I could mention."
Harry didn't know why, but he could have sworn, it was like the Gypsie's Curse.
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Ok, well, I have't made a part that long in ages!!! Tell me what you think, guys! Hermione2, could you please Email me so that I know what your address is, or else say in your review?? Thanks a lot!
C'mon guys... please review...?
Ginny :)
