Hogwarts an Discworld crossover part5
Well, chapter 5. I hope you enjoy. I admit the expiation is a bit lame, but if you over look it, it does get better.
Disclaimer: I do not own T.Prattchetts work of J.k. Rowlings. I just think fanfiction is cool.
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The three went into the leaky cauldron and sat down at a table. Hermione pulled out her copy of the Daily Prophet and showed them the article on it. Harry had to admit it was very similar the fire-bolt, but it had very different density ratios. It was definitely a seeker or chasers broom.
Harry liked his life. Except for the Dursley's and Voldermort and knowing that any person could be a death eater who want's to kill him and Snape, He rather enjoyed his life. It was only a matter of time before his life got a whole lot weirder.
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The wizards had long ago returned to their rightful places. Fudge had declared never to return, and to never go to the discworld again. Several ministers had enjoyed their time their, and said it would be a good idea to continue trade talks. They already had six students for a lawnmower and a small ice cream Sunday. Dumbledore had returned to his office. He heard a knock on the door.
Dumbledore, happy for the interruption, said, "come in Severus."
Snape came in. "How do you do that?" he said.
"Just a trick I know," said Dumbledore," I learnt it off a witch when I was younger."
"Well, do you know why I'm here?"
"No, please tell me."
"Well, at the breakfast, you know that guard…"
"Which guard?"
"The one that interview you, and the one who was a commander."
"Oh, Commander Vimes…."
"Well, it's probably stupid and silly, but…did he seem familiar to you?"
"Well, now that you mention it…he did. "
"Well, I think it is just a coincidence. "
"Oh, said Snape slightly downhearted, "Thanks for your time." He got up and left.
Dumbledore waited for him to leave. He then opened a draw in his desk and took out a list. He liked to look at the list of new pupils. Sometimes the names where predictable, and sometimes the names where a total surprise. He liked to know the names of new pupils.
He looked at the first name on the list. Somehow the list always seemed to know who was a witch or a wizard and where they were and so on. It was a mystery, but it was said Ravenclaw himself had made the list to track down their kind.
The first name was Nicolas Piton: Expecting, 29 Hashlore road, Hogsmeed, Exmoor
He liked it. The Pinton's were an old family. The word expecting meant that they would only have to send part of the letter. Anyone whose name had been down before this time was said to be expecting. Expecting the letter.
He looked at the other name. Susan Dillymoore: not expecting, 34 Fasting gardens, Kingston, Surrey.
He liked it too. The list was never in alphabetical order. Thing were very different at Hogwarts, and he knew that.
He looked at the next name Nigel knots: not expecting, 67 short street, Ankh- Morpork.
Dumbledore tried not to panic. He looked at the next name. James Discernment: not expecting, 6 Cunning Artificers street, Ankh- Morpork.
Dumbledore failed not to panic for the second time in a few second period. He looked again at the list. Written in the even handwriting was Esmerelda of Lancre: not expecting, the palace, Lancre.
Dumbledore gave in and panicked. He knew this theory was correct now. The disc wasn't ready and desperately need help with the changelings. Even the Hogwarts four agreed. Oh dear. Ponder was right. The start of the change was happening. Time was changing. Dumbledore looked at the list again. Jennifer Vimes: Not expecting, 3 Scoone Avenue, Ankh- Morpork.
Things as we know are changing and the world was tap-dancing on quicksand. In that case, the prize went to the best dancer.
Dumbledore knew he had to talk to Ponder all of a sudden, even if Fudge didn't like it.
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Lord Vetinari sat in the rat's chamber listening to the wizards from both sides. They had found more of…their kind. They had explained the theory of magical evolution to him and it all made sense. Basically it came down to three viable options. The first is ignore it and be prepared to wake up in a crater one morning. The second was to start a school for witchcraft and wizardry here right now, even they had none of their kind to teach, or last of all, send them to Hogwarts, and build a school here with their help.
Vetinari listened to the same point being put across in different ways. The guild leaders did not like the idea of sending their kids to Hogwarts, but he had already made up his mind. It was the best way to do it. He stood up and stopped Vimes and Lord Downey trying to kill each other with nothing but their bare hands and razor sharp wit.
"My colleagues, I have decided to what to do. Under the advice of Professor Dumbledore, Mr Stibbons and other people, I feel it would be best to send these children to Hogwarts. They will come back home in the holidays and so on, but it is predominantly a boarding school." Said Lord Vetinari waving down the uproar of the rightly indignant, "I know some of you don't like it, but it is the best plan of action and I believe it would be better than ragging war on them as Mr Boggis suggested."
The leader of the thieves' guild tried to slip under the table unnoticed.
"Dumbledore will sent the letters out to the parents of these children, and we shall see if they come. Thank you." Vetinari gave them a stare, and like scared dogs, they whimpered and scurried out. As the leaders left, Dumbledore and Vetinari shock hands and then went their different ways way. Vimes merely stared at them. He could fell his life changing as they shock hands. He got up and left abruptly.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione where back at the burrow. Mr Weasley had come back from the mysterious meeting, and refused to tell them anything about it. He said it was 'top secret'. Hermione didn't believe him and tried to get it out of him, but she couldn't. Ron and Harry where playing Quidditch in the back garden with Fred and George. Hermione stared out of the window.
She was thinking about Victor. She hadn't gone to Bulgaria in the end, her parents didn't like the idea that he was alone with her. She thought this was stupid, as she hung around Harry and Ron all the time and they didn't mind. She supposed that they weren't a threat. For parents who took having a witch in the family in their stride, they were stupidly over protective.
She sighed and looked at Ron on his new broom. He did look good. Better than Victor ever did, he was just a walking jockstrap when she got right down to it. Ron, although slightly obsessed with his new broom, was in fact better company than Victor. He had a stupid accent anyway.
Ron, his short, red hair fluttering in the wind, laughing. That picture was worth all the galleons in gringots for sure. She didn't know how to tell him she was a prefect. Harry had been told long ago that he was to be the new Quidditch captain, and had taken Ron on as a seeker instantly., as they had lost their three chasers already.
"Penny for your thoughts" said a friendly voice by her ear. It was Mr Weasley. Hermione turned around in surprise. He pulled up a chair and said, "Enjoying yourself here?"
"Yeah, " said Hermione slightly dreamily," I'm having a great time Mr Weasley."
"Oh," he said. Then he seemed to act like a very conspicuous spy. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"You know that meeting I went to."
"Uh huh"
"Well, although it is top secret, I though I ought to tell you something about it, as you're more responsible than Ron and Harry, and I can trust you not to Go telling the world, but just so you know."
"Go on..."
"well, we've cracked the reality barrier."
"What?"
"We can travel to other realities now. And the main one we've travelled to is called the discworld."
"Main one?"
"All right the only one. Well, basically, they have mudbloo…muggle born people" Hermione slightly winced at the insult. She could tell that he tried, but sometimes he did slip " as well as their wizards aren't allowed to have children. We think it's got something to do with the reality barrier, but in other words, theirs going to be new pupils at your school."
"New pupils?"
"Un huh." Said Mr Weasley nodding. Hermionie smiled at him. He smiled back and said,
" We've got some new people down at the office. I think you've got a new Defence against the dark arts teacher from there. A wizard it's rumoured, has a great record at their University."
"Wow" said Hermione getting excited," A teacher from a different dimension! This is going to be an exciting year."
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Esmerelda, Note Spelling of Lancre woke up at six o'clock in the morning. The sun shone into her room as for many heroines before her as she brushed her short blonde hair. She wore a black dress in the style of a witch and her hair in the style of a girl who couldn't be bothered with conditioner when she had the most hair nourishing springs around.
She was princess of Lancre, and, although she had her mother's hair, much to her regret, and her father's eyes, she had inherited more off Granny Weatherwax than should be allowed. Some genetics are passed through the soul.
This morning was the same, until a huge tawny owl came in with something tied to its leg. Thinking it was just Granny Weatherwax, she got out a piece of bread and a bowl of milk and gave it to the owl. She untied the message on its leg and saw it was a letter. The owl hooted appreciatively, and fluttered onto he shoulder. She walked the steps down to the palace dinning room and walked into Shane on the way.
"Morning Shane Ogg, how are you this morning?"
"I was just going up to tell you the message to come down for breakfast, but I found you on the stairs. " He looked at the large owl on her shoulder.
"Mamm, why've you got an owl on you're shoulder?"
"It came here with a message for me, and" she lent over so the owl couldn't here, "I think it could be granny."
"Oh." the boy nodded and walked up the stairs. Esmerelda walked down the stairs and walked into the dinning room.
"Good Morning Esmerelda, will granny join us for breakfast?" Said King Verence the second.
"I don't know, do you want to join us?" the owl hooted again, knowing that she would never get a better meal and flew down to eat all the oatmeal. Her father was reading a news-sheet from Ankh-Morpork, and she saw the head line 'Two explosions at Local schools in two days. Magic suspected to be involved.'
She sat down, helped herself to some fruit and opened the letter.
"What you've got their," said Magrat, Queen of Lancre, "And is Granny at the table?"
"First a letter from some-one which granny brought, and Yes, I think so."
Magrat turned white and shooed the bird off the table. "It can't be granny, she never send mail. Who could it be?"
"I don't know, It says Hogwarts on the Letter." There was a sudden clatter on the end of the table. Verence had dropped the bowl of Cereal on the floor.
"Verence! "
"Sorry dear, but in the paper it says that name in connection with these explosions."
"Explosions?"
"They don't know either, but in one it talks about their breakage of the reality barrier."
"I said nothing good would come of it." They all turned around. Granny Weatherwax stood in the doorway. They all calmed down realising it was her, but only slightly. " I sees Young Esmerelda has got a letter from this here new school. "
Esmerelda looked at the letter. It was small, light and had a wax crest on it. She broke the seal and brought out the letter. It was very simple, but held ground breaking news.
Dear Esmerelda of Lancre.
We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. If you have received this letter it is to inform you of your witch-hood. If you wish to join this school, please come to Ankh-Morpork, the Patricians palace, with this letter, on the 23rd of August. They will be fitted with their necessary equipment during that week before school, (Which starts on the 1st of September) and be looked after and educated on their surroundings. I hope you will join our school, as you will gain more power over the years, and may not be able to control their self if they are not taught at Hogwarts.
The fee will be $150 (including food, board and tuition)
Yours truly, Professor McGonagall
Esmerelda read out the letter and looked at the reactions of her elders.
"Hogwarts?" said Magrat
"150 dollars?" Said Verence
"She's going." Said Granny Weatherwax simply. The two parents looked at Granny Weatherwax. Finally Magrat said the thought on every bodies mind.
"Granny, why should she go? She's just a witch like me."
"Magrat, I have to talk to you in private, Esme, go upstairs and pack"
"Granny," said Esmerelda quickly, "I don't want to go…"
"You've got to go Esmerelda, it's very important. And you're going whether I have to drag you there." Esmerelda, seeing she had to go, ran upstairs to pack.
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Jennifer woke to the lazy rays of the disc's sun covering her like a blanket. Her own blanket had been wrapped around her body in knots during her sleep. She sighed and looked out of the window. Then a nasty little voice in her head said, embrace the moment, hold onto this moment of zero recall, don't access reality, you're not going to like it one bit.
Naturally Jennifer ignored this voice and tried to figure out what was happening. She heard a thump and a shut downstairs. Then Jennifer remembered the events of yesterday. Told you so, said the horrible voice in her head. She lent back into her pillow and sighed. She could here the footsteps coming up the stairs.
She figured that she had enough time to get on a top and a skirt before her father reached her room and burst open the door. She took off her night- dress and dragged a top over her bedraggled Auburn hair and a shirt on her thin legs. She put on her boots as the door burst open. As she had predicted he was still in his street uniform as he came in.
"Jennifer, I want to know the meaning of this!"
Jennifer looked at the clacks that her father flung at her. She read down a bit and found out she had been officially expelled of attacking a pupil and damaging school property. She knew how to get on his nerves.
"I'm expelled," she said in a voice so calm that it could cut teak.
"Well, I'm waiting…"
"For what? " She then realised she had overstepped the mark, as Vimes's face changed from mere anger to pure red faced rage.
" Why did you have to get expelled again! Why can't you just stay in one place for a month? You always have to go and get in trouble, then you have to got to a different school. Just why can't you just behave for five minutes!"
Jennifer lost her temper and pulled herself up to her impressive 5 foot 6". " I don't want to be a good girl if I have to put up with stupid arseholes being stupid at me!"
"Don't you dare swear" he shouted back,
"Oh, so its do as I say not as I do now is it? I don't see you being a good thief taker and just dealing with unlicensed begging! "
She struck a nerve. Jennifer took advantage of his momentary silence and said, "I get loads of stick just for having YOU as a father, I don't need old stoneface on top of things as well. I hate you!"
The atmosphere went very still and icy. "What did you just say?" He said in a voice as dangerous as tap dancing in a field of land mines.
" I said I hated you, you arsehole!"
"Right young lady, you're grounded, and if you even think of leaving this room I'll stop your allowance. When I was a kid we didn't even have a dollar between us…"
"…Let alone three" finished Jennifer," Heard it all before Dad, " She recklessly continued," I wish I didn't have a dad."
Vimes threw her on the bed, locked the windows and slammed the door on his way out, locking it. Jennifer felt shaky, as if she had a fever. Her legs trembled and she cried for the second time in 24 hours.
It was a while before she noticed the owl trying to get into her window.
Vimes ran down stairs, still thinking about their argument. She definitely knew how to wind him up. Thief taker. That comment had cut deep. And the one about hating him. He just lost his temper and locked her in her room. He had just come in and Sybil gave him the note, slightly teary eyed. He had just lost it and screamed at her.
At the bottom of the stairs Sybil lead him into the slightly pink drawing room and closed the door quietly. She waited for a few seconds before saying, "What did you say?"
Vimes sank into the armchair and said, " She said she hated me," Slightly accusatorily.
Sybil put her hand on his shoulder and said," I'm sure she didn't mean it…"
"Yes she did. She really meant it."
"Sam, she was just angry with you, and when people argue they say things they don't mean…"
"She's not people, she's Jennifer! And I wish she wouldn't get into trouble all the time. I don't want her to be perfect, but She goes through schools as if they're water! "
"Sam, Sam, Sam. Just calm down…"
"Calm down! Calm down!" He shouted getting up from the chair. " How can I calm down when she's in trouble every five minutes!"
"Because I think she's a changeling!" Shouted Sybil back. The room went suddenly quiet. Sybil breathed heavily as Vimes took in deep breaths himself, absorbing the news.
"What makes you think that?" said Vimes finally.
"For one thing she's accused of bashing a boy about twice her size from side to side of the hall, secondly, she melted all the windows somehow, and lastly I've seen her use magic." She said counting the reasons on her fingers. Vimes stared at her in amazement. "If you had ever been around, not just chasing criminals around the city 24/7 you might have noticed something! "
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Said Vimes still in astonishment. Sybil was angry with him. He had never seen her this angry before now. He had to admit she was right. If he had been around more, he would have noticed some thing…
"Maybe because you where to busy to come home! She didn't even know she had a father until she was five for gods sake! Maybe she might have told you if she thought you would sit down for a minute and listen to her. She never told me, because she felt ashamed to let me down, but she would have told you! " Said Sybil, almost shouting.
"Sybil, if she is a changeling, what should we do? I don't know what to do! I'm just a copper, I don't deal with magic"
Sybil seemed to stop being angry at once and said, "Sam, I really don't know. I was hoping that you would know. " They held each other tight, and kissed. They smiled at each other. Then Vimes said the thing that they both thought.
"Maybe she's a changeling, maybe not. We'll just deal with it as it happens."
Jennifer had unscrewed the window and let the poor exhausted owl in. It hooted appreciatively and flopped on the bed. She untied the thing on its leg and unrolled it. It was a letter, addressed to her. She wasn't expecting that. She thought it was a new message system, and that it would be a note for her Dad. She looked at the address again.
Jennifer Samantha Vimes
The room with a view
3 Scoone avenue
Ankh
Anhk-Morpork
She didn't know why anyone would be sending her post, lest of all by an owl. She didn't have any friends outside the watch, and apart from the Ramkins, who had smartly detached themselves from her Mum, she didn't have any relatives she knew of. She turned the yellowish paper over and looked at the seal. On the wax seal there was a lion, a raven, a badger and a snake. In the middle of the four animals was a large H. Underneath was a saying in the old language, Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. She looked at the slightly melted red wax. She carefully peeled it off and took a book out of her shelf.
She opened it carefully and put it in the hollowed out middle. She looked at the other precious thing in the book. A white gold locket, a cigar, a watch badge, her diary and a piece of paper with a paste on gold star. She put it in and shut the book. She took out the letter carefully and opened it slowly.
Dear Jennifer Vimes.
We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. If you have received this letter it will inform you of your witch-hood. If you wish to join this school, please come to Ankh-Morpork, the Patricians palace, with this letter, on the 23rd of August. They will be fitted with their necessary equipment during that week before school, (Which starts on the 1st of September) and be looked after and educated on their surroundings. I hope you will join our school, as you will gain more power over the years, and may not be able to control their self if they are not taught at Hogwarts.
The fee will be $150 (including food, board and tuition)
Yours truly, Professor McGonagall
She read it. Then she re- read it. She read it again. The news slowly filtered into her head as she held the paper as If it was about to explode. She was a witch. The news confirmed everything she feared. She had made …odd… things happen in the last few years, and she could feel them get stronger as time went on. She put the letter down with the utmost care and stroked the owl.
It hooted and nipped her finger affectionately. She looked at the note. It said the 23rd of August. That was only three days away. She felt herself shake and feel sick. She put her head in her hands and ran her fingers through the auburn hair. She sighed. She didn't know what to do. She was to frighten to leave this room, but she needed, no, wanted to tell some one. If she missed this chance she would just keep getting stronger and losing control until she killed some one. She couldn't bear the thought of murder. It was just…wrong.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She sat up straight and put the letter in the book. She stumbled, trying to put it in book. She hid the owl in the wardrobe and stood in the middle of the room panicking. She had no idea what to do. Could she tell Dad? Who he shout, would he still Love her, not that she though he did at the moment.
She stood petrified, waiting for the lock in the door to click. The footsteps were on the landing now, but she had to be wrong. There were two pairs of feet. This must be bad. She didn't know how bad, or what she had done, which is some how worse. The footsteps were getting closer. She flopped on the bed and tried to make it look tidier.
She heard voices, to muffled to hear what they were saying, but close enough to be recognised. Mum and Dad were coming to talk to her. This wasn't good. She considered trying to climb out the window, then reconsidered. It would be worse if they caught her, one leg out the window. Finally, she heard the click in the lock and the sudden rush of cold air on her body.
She looked insolently at her parents in the doorway and turned her head the other way.
"Are you here just to have another go at me" she said in a would be calm voice," or just lecture me?"
Vimes had no idea how to handle this comment. She didn't seem in the mood to talk, but he had to get this over and done with. Sybil had insisted. He took of his helmet and put it on the bedside table with a faint thunk. Jennifer sat down on the bed and got ready to be lectured. Sybil sat down next to her and said, "Did you get a letter recently?"
Jennifer just said "yes" She opened a book and brought out the letter, still clean and crisp. She gave the letter to Vimes how read it, lips moving slightly. He looked up from the letter after an excruciatingly long time. He gave the letter to Lady Sybil and she read it herself. She started to play with her thin fingers, a cats cradle made of them. They looked at each other and Jennifer could feel the decision being made between then.
"You can go if you want" said Vimes after a while.
"But you have you attend your lessons every day, and not get into trouble "added Lady Sybil. Jennifer smiled and hugged Vimes around the stomach, resting her head on one of the dents in his breastplate.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said to him, into his breastplate. Vimes held her close in an embrace.
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Well part 5 is up! Chapter 6 is in diagon ally, on the hogwarts express and hopefully the sorting hat and the first potion lesson! Hope you like it, but I can't promise the last two.
Well, chapter 5. I hope you enjoy. I admit the expiation is a bit lame, but if you over look it, it does get better.
Disclaimer: I do not own T.Prattchetts work of J.k. Rowlings. I just think fanfiction is cool.
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The three went into the leaky cauldron and sat down at a table. Hermione pulled out her copy of the Daily Prophet and showed them the article on it. Harry had to admit it was very similar the fire-bolt, but it had very different density ratios. It was definitely a seeker or chasers broom.
Harry liked his life. Except for the Dursley's and Voldermort and knowing that any person could be a death eater who want's to kill him and Snape, He rather enjoyed his life. It was only a matter of time before his life got a whole lot weirder.
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The wizards had long ago returned to their rightful places. Fudge had declared never to return, and to never go to the discworld again. Several ministers had enjoyed their time their, and said it would be a good idea to continue trade talks. They already had six students for a lawnmower and a small ice cream Sunday. Dumbledore had returned to his office. He heard a knock on the door.
Dumbledore, happy for the interruption, said, "come in Severus."
Snape came in. "How do you do that?" he said.
"Just a trick I know," said Dumbledore," I learnt it off a witch when I was younger."
"Well, do you know why I'm here?"
"No, please tell me."
"Well, at the breakfast, you know that guard…"
"Which guard?"
"The one that interview you, and the one who was a commander."
"Oh, Commander Vimes…."
"Well, it's probably stupid and silly, but…did he seem familiar to you?"
"Well, now that you mention it…he did. "
"Well, I think it is just a coincidence. "
"Oh, said Snape slightly downhearted, "Thanks for your time." He got up and left.
Dumbledore waited for him to leave. He then opened a draw in his desk and took out a list. He liked to look at the list of new pupils. Sometimes the names where predictable, and sometimes the names where a total surprise. He liked to know the names of new pupils.
He looked at the first name on the list. Somehow the list always seemed to know who was a witch or a wizard and where they were and so on. It was a mystery, but it was said Ravenclaw himself had made the list to track down their kind.
The first name was Nicolas Piton: Expecting, 29 Hashlore road, Hogsmeed, Exmoor
He liked it. The Pinton's were an old family. The word expecting meant that they would only have to send part of the letter. Anyone whose name had been down before this time was said to be expecting. Expecting the letter.
He looked at the other name. Susan Dillymoore: not expecting, 34 Fasting gardens, Kingston, Surrey.
He liked it too. The list was never in alphabetical order. Thing were very different at Hogwarts, and he knew that.
He looked at the next name Nigel knots: not expecting, 67 short street, Ankh- Morpork.
Dumbledore tried not to panic. He looked at the next name. James Discernment: not expecting, 6 Cunning Artificers street, Ankh- Morpork.
Dumbledore failed not to panic for the second time in a few second period. He looked again at the list. Written in the even handwriting was Esmerelda of Lancre: not expecting, the palace, Lancre.
Dumbledore gave in and panicked. He knew this theory was correct now. The disc wasn't ready and desperately need help with the changelings. Even the Hogwarts four agreed. Oh dear. Ponder was right. The start of the change was happening. Time was changing. Dumbledore looked at the list again. Jennifer Vimes: Not expecting, 3 Scoone Avenue, Ankh- Morpork.
Things as we know are changing and the world was tap-dancing on quicksand. In that case, the prize went to the best dancer.
Dumbledore knew he had to talk to Ponder all of a sudden, even if Fudge didn't like it.
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Lord Vetinari sat in the rat's chamber listening to the wizards from both sides. They had found more of…their kind. They had explained the theory of magical evolution to him and it all made sense. Basically it came down to three viable options. The first is ignore it and be prepared to wake up in a crater one morning. The second was to start a school for witchcraft and wizardry here right now, even they had none of their kind to teach, or last of all, send them to Hogwarts, and build a school here with their help.
Vetinari listened to the same point being put across in different ways. The guild leaders did not like the idea of sending their kids to Hogwarts, but he had already made up his mind. It was the best way to do it. He stood up and stopped Vimes and Lord Downey trying to kill each other with nothing but their bare hands and razor sharp wit.
"My colleagues, I have decided to what to do. Under the advice of Professor Dumbledore, Mr Stibbons and other people, I feel it would be best to send these children to Hogwarts. They will come back home in the holidays and so on, but it is predominantly a boarding school." Said Lord Vetinari waving down the uproar of the rightly indignant, "I know some of you don't like it, but it is the best plan of action and I believe it would be better than ragging war on them as Mr Boggis suggested."
The leader of the thieves' guild tried to slip under the table unnoticed.
"Dumbledore will sent the letters out to the parents of these children, and we shall see if they come. Thank you." Vetinari gave them a stare, and like scared dogs, they whimpered and scurried out. As the leaders left, Dumbledore and Vetinari shock hands and then went their different ways way. Vimes merely stared at them. He could fell his life changing as they shock hands. He got up and left abruptly.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione where back at the burrow. Mr Weasley had come back from the mysterious meeting, and refused to tell them anything about it. He said it was 'top secret'. Hermione didn't believe him and tried to get it out of him, but she couldn't. Ron and Harry where playing Quidditch in the back garden with Fred and George. Hermione stared out of the window.
She was thinking about Victor. She hadn't gone to Bulgaria in the end, her parents didn't like the idea that he was alone with her. She thought this was stupid, as she hung around Harry and Ron all the time and they didn't mind. She supposed that they weren't a threat. For parents who took having a witch in the family in their stride, they were stupidly over protective.
She sighed and looked at Ron on his new broom. He did look good. Better than Victor ever did, he was just a walking jockstrap when she got right down to it. Ron, although slightly obsessed with his new broom, was in fact better company than Victor. He had a stupid accent anyway.
Ron, his short, red hair fluttering in the wind, laughing. That picture was worth all the galleons in gringots for sure. She didn't know how to tell him she was a prefect. Harry had been told long ago that he was to be the new Quidditch captain, and had taken Ron on as a seeker instantly., as they had lost their three chasers already.
"Penny for your thoughts" said a friendly voice by her ear. It was Mr Weasley. Hermione turned around in surprise. He pulled up a chair and said, "Enjoying yourself here?"
"Yeah, " said Hermione slightly dreamily," I'm having a great time Mr Weasley."
"Oh," he said. Then he seemed to act like a very conspicuous spy. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"You know that meeting I went to."
"Uh huh"
"Well, although it is top secret, I though I ought to tell you something about it, as you're more responsible than Ron and Harry, and I can trust you not to Go telling the world, but just so you know."
"Go on..."
"well, we've cracked the reality barrier."
"What?"
"We can travel to other realities now. And the main one we've travelled to is called the discworld."
"Main one?"
"All right the only one. Well, basically, they have mudbloo…muggle born people" Hermione slightly winced at the insult. She could tell that he tried, but sometimes he did slip " as well as their wizards aren't allowed to have children. We think it's got something to do with the reality barrier, but in other words, theirs going to be new pupils at your school."
"New pupils?"
"Un huh." Said Mr Weasley nodding. Hermionie smiled at him. He smiled back and said,
" We've got some new people down at the office. I think you've got a new Defence against the dark arts teacher from there. A wizard it's rumoured, has a great record at their University."
"Wow" said Hermione getting excited," A teacher from a different dimension! This is going to be an exciting year."
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Esmerelda, Note Spelling of Lancre woke up at six o'clock in the morning. The sun shone into her room as for many heroines before her as she brushed her short blonde hair. She wore a black dress in the style of a witch and her hair in the style of a girl who couldn't be bothered with conditioner when she had the most hair nourishing springs around.
She was princess of Lancre, and, although she had her mother's hair, much to her regret, and her father's eyes, she had inherited more off Granny Weatherwax than should be allowed. Some genetics are passed through the soul.
This morning was the same, until a huge tawny owl came in with something tied to its leg. Thinking it was just Granny Weatherwax, she got out a piece of bread and a bowl of milk and gave it to the owl. She untied the message on its leg and saw it was a letter. The owl hooted appreciatively, and fluttered onto he shoulder. She walked the steps down to the palace dinning room and walked into Shane on the way.
"Morning Shane Ogg, how are you this morning?"
"I was just going up to tell you the message to come down for breakfast, but I found you on the stairs. " He looked at the large owl on her shoulder.
"Mamm, why've you got an owl on you're shoulder?"
"It came here with a message for me, and" she lent over so the owl couldn't here, "I think it could be granny."
"Oh." the boy nodded and walked up the stairs. Esmerelda walked down the stairs and walked into the dinning room.
"Good Morning Esmerelda, will granny join us for breakfast?" Said King Verence the second.
"I don't know, do you want to join us?" the owl hooted again, knowing that she would never get a better meal and flew down to eat all the oatmeal. Her father was reading a news-sheet from Ankh-Morpork, and she saw the head line 'Two explosions at Local schools in two days. Magic suspected to be involved.'
She sat down, helped herself to some fruit and opened the letter.
"What you've got their," said Magrat, Queen of Lancre, "And is Granny at the table?"
"First a letter from some-one which granny brought, and Yes, I think so."
Magrat turned white and shooed the bird off the table. "It can't be granny, she never send mail. Who could it be?"
"I don't know, It says Hogwarts on the Letter." There was a sudden clatter on the end of the table. Verence had dropped the bowl of Cereal on the floor.
"Verence! "
"Sorry dear, but in the paper it says that name in connection with these explosions."
"Explosions?"
"They don't know either, but in one it talks about their breakage of the reality barrier."
"I said nothing good would come of it." They all turned around. Granny Weatherwax stood in the doorway. They all calmed down realising it was her, but only slightly. " I sees Young Esmerelda has got a letter from this here new school. "
Esmerelda looked at the letter. It was small, light and had a wax crest on it. She broke the seal and brought out the letter. It was very simple, but held ground breaking news.
Dear Esmerelda of Lancre.
We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. If you have received this letter it is to inform you of your witch-hood. If you wish to join this school, please come to Ankh-Morpork, the Patricians palace, with this letter, on the 23rd of August. They will be fitted with their necessary equipment during that week before school, (Which starts on the 1st of September) and be looked after and educated on their surroundings. I hope you will join our school, as you will gain more power over the years, and may not be able to control their self if they are not taught at Hogwarts.
The fee will be $150 (including food, board and tuition)
Yours truly, Professor McGonagall
Esmerelda read out the letter and looked at the reactions of her elders.
"Hogwarts?" said Magrat
"150 dollars?" Said Verence
"She's going." Said Granny Weatherwax simply. The two parents looked at Granny Weatherwax. Finally Magrat said the thought on every bodies mind.
"Granny, why should she go? She's just a witch like me."
"Magrat, I have to talk to you in private, Esme, go upstairs and pack"
"Granny," said Esmerelda quickly, "I don't want to go…"
"You've got to go Esmerelda, it's very important. And you're going whether I have to drag you there." Esmerelda, seeing she had to go, ran upstairs to pack.
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Jennifer woke to the lazy rays of the disc's sun covering her like a blanket. Her own blanket had been wrapped around her body in knots during her sleep. She sighed and looked out of the window. Then a nasty little voice in her head said, embrace the moment, hold onto this moment of zero recall, don't access reality, you're not going to like it one bit.
Naturally Jennifer ignored this voice and tried to figure out what was happening. She heard a thump and a shut downstairs. Then Jennifer remembered the events of yesterday. Told you so, said the horrible voice in her head. She lent back into her pillow and sighed. She could here the footsteps coming up the stairs.
She figured that she had enough time to get on a top and a skirt before her father reached her room and burst open the door. She took off her night- dress and dragged a top over her bedraggled Auburn hair and a shirt on her thin legs. She put on her boots as the door burst open. As she had predicted he was still in his street uniform as he came in.
"Jennifer, I want to know the meaning of this!"
Jennifer looked at the clacks that her father flung at her. She read down a bit and found out she had been officially expelled of attacking a pupil and damaging school property. She knew how to get on his nerves.
"I'm expelled," she said in a voice so calm that it could cut teak.
"Well, I'm waiting…"
"For what? " She then realised she had overstepped the mark, as Vimes's face changed from mere anger to pure red faced rage.
" Why did you have to get expelled again! Why can't you just stay in one place for a month? You always have to go and get in trouble, then you have to got to a different school. Just why can't you just behave for five minutes!"
Jennifer lost her temper and pulled herself up to her impressive 5 foot 6". " I don't want to be a good girl if I have to put up with stupid arseholes being stupid at me!"
"Don't you dare swear" he shouted back,
"Oh, so its do as I say not as I do now is it? I don't see you being a good thief taker and just dealing with unlicensed begging! "
She struck a nerve. Jennifer took advantage of his momentary silence and said, "I get loads of stick just for having YOU as a father, I don't need old stoneface on top of things as well. I hate you!"
The atmosphere went very still and icy. "What did you just say?" He said in a voice as dangerous as tap dancing in a field of land mines.
" I said I hated you, you arsehole!"
"Right young lady, you're grounded, and if you even think of leaving this room I'll stop your allowance. When I was a kid we didn't even have a dollar between us…"
"…Let alone three" finished Jennifer," Heard it all before Dad, " She recklessly continued," I wish I didn't have a dad."
Vimes threw her on the bed, locked the windows and slammed the door on his way out, locking it. Jennifer felt shaky, as if she had a fever. Her legs trembled and she cried for the second time in 24 hours.
It was a while before she noticed the owl trying to get into her window.
Vimes ran down stairs, still thinking about their argument. She definitely knew how to wind him up. Thief taker. That comment had cut deep. And the one about hating him. He just lost his temper and locked her in her room. He had just come in and Sybil gave him the note, slightly teary eyed. He had just lost it and screamed at her.
At the bottom of the stairs Sybil lead him into the slightly pink drawing room and closed the door quietly. She waited for a few seconds before saying, "What did you say?"
Vimes sank into the armchair and said, " She said she hated me," Slightly accusatorily.
Sybil put her hand on his shoulder and said," I'm sure she didn't mean it…"
"Yes she did. She really meant it."
"Sam, she was just angry with you, and when people argue they say things they don't mean…"
"She's not people, she's Jennifer! And I wish she wouldn't get into trouble all the time. I don't want her to be perfect, but She goes through schools as if they're water! "
"Sam, Sam, Sam. Just calm down…"
"Calm down! Calm down!" He shouted getting up from the chair. " How can I calm down when she's in trouble every five minutes!"
"Because I think she's a changeling!" Shouted Sybil back. The room went suddenly quiet. Sybil breathed heavily as Vimes took in deep breaths himself, absorbing the news.
"What makes you think that?" said Vimes finally.
"For one thing she's accused of bashing a boy about twice her size from side to side of the hall, secondly, she melted all the windows somehow, and lastly I've seen her use magic." She said counting the reasons on her fingers. Vimes stared at her in amazement. "If you had ever been around, not just chasing criminals around the city 24/7 you might have noticed something! "
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Said Vimes still in astonishment. Sybil was angry with him. He had never seen her this angry before now. He had to admit she was right. If he had been around more, he would have noticed some thing…
"Maybe because you where to busy to come home! She didn't even know she had a father until she was five for gods sake! Maybe she might have told you if she thought you would sit down for a minute and listen to her. She never told me, because she felt ashamed to let me down, but she would have told you! " Said Sybil, almost shouting.
"Sybil, if she is a changeling, what should we do? I don't know what to do! I'm just a copper, I don't deal with magic"
Sybil seemed to stop being angry at once and said, "Sam, I really don't know. I was hoping that you would know. " They held each other tight, and kissed. They smiled at each other. Then Vimes said the thing that they both thought.
"Maybe she's a changeling, maybe not. We'll just deal with it as it happens."
Jennifer had unscrewed the window and let the poor exhausted owl in. It hooted appreciatively and flopped on the bed. She untied the thing on its leg and unrolled it. It was a letter, addressed to her. She wasn't expecting that. She thought it was a new message system, and that it would be a note for her Dad. She looked at the address again.
Jennifer Samantha Vimes
The room with a view
3 Scoone avenue
Ankh
Anhk-Morpork
She didn't know why anyone would be sending her post, lest of all by an owl. She didn't have any friends outside the watch, and apart from the Ramkins, who had smartly detached themselves from her Mum, she didn't have any relatives she knew of. She turned the yellowish paper over and looked at the seal. On the wax seal there was a lion, a raven, a badger and a snake. In the middle of the four animals was a large H. Underneath was a saying in the old language, Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. She looked at the slightly melted red wax. She carefully peeled it off and took a book out of her shelf.
She opened it carefully and put it in the hollowed out middle. She looked at the other precious thing in the book. A white gold locket, a cigar, a watch badge, her diary and a piece of paper with a paste on gold star. She put it in and shut the book. She took out the letter carefully and opened it slowly.
Dear Jennifer Vimes.
We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. If you have received this letter it will inform you of your witch-hood. If you wish to join this school, please come to Ankh-Morpork, the Patricians palace, with this letter, on the 23rd of August. They will be fitted with their necessary equipment during that week before school, (Which starts on the 1st of September) and be looked after and educated on their surroundings. I hope you will join our school, as you will gain more power over the years, and may not be able to control their self if they are not taught at Hogwarts.
The fee will be $150 (including food, board and tuition)
Yours truly, Professor McGonagall
She read it. Then she re- read it. She read it again. The news slowly filtered into her head as she held the paper as If it was about to explode. She was a witch. The news confirmed everything she feared. She had made …odd… things happen in the last few years, and she could feel them get stronger as time went on. She put the letter down with the utmost care and stroked the owl.
It hooted and nipped her finger affectionately. She looked at the note. It said the 23rd of August. That was only three days away. She felt herself shake and feel sick. She put her head in her hands and ran her fingers through the auburn hair. She sighed. She didn't know what to do. She was to frighten to leave this room, but she needed, no, wanted to tell some one. If she missed this chance she would just keep getting stronger and losing control until she killed some one. She couldn't bear the thought of murder. It was just…wrong.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She sat up straight and put the letter in the book. She stumbled, trying to put it in book. She hid the owl in the wardrobe and stood in the middle of the room panicking. She had no idea what to do. Could she tell Dad? Who he shout, would he still Love her, not that she though he did at the moment.
She stood petrified, waiting for the lock in the door to click. The footsteps were on the landing now, but she had to be wrong. There were two pairs of feet. This must be bad. She didn't know how bad, or what she had done, which is some how worse. The footsteps were getting closer. She flopped on the bed and tried to make it look tidier.
She heard voices, to muffled to hear what they were saying, but close enough to be recognised. Mum and Dad were coming to talk to her. This wasn't good. She considered trying to climb out the window, then reconsidered. It would be worse if they caught her, one leg out the window. Finally, she heard the click in the lock and the sudden rush of cold air on her body.
She looked insolently at her parents in the doorway and turned her head the other way.
"Are you here just to have another go at me" she said in a would be calm voice," or just lecture me?"
Vimes had no idea how to handle this comment. She didn't seem in the mood to talk, but he had to get this over and done with. Sybil had insisted. He took of his helmet and put it on the bedside table with a faint thunk. Jennifer sat down on the bed and got ready to be lectured. Sybil sat down next to her and said, "Did you get a letter recently?"
Jennifer just said "yes" She opened a book and brought out the letter, still clean and crisp. She gave the letter to Vimes how read it, lips moving slightly. He looked up from the letter after an excruciatingly long time. He gave the letter to Lady Sybil and she read it herself. She started to play with her thin fingers, a cats cradle made of them. They looked at each other and Jennifer could feel the decision being made between then.
"You can go if you want" said Vimes after a while.
"But you have you attend your lessons every day, and not get into trouble "added Lady Sybil. Jennifer smiled and hugged Vimes around the stomach, resting her head on one of the dents in his breastplate.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said to him, into his breastplate. Vimes held her close in an embrace.
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Well part 5 is up! Chapter 6 is in diagon ally, on the hogwarts express and hopefully the sorting hat and the first potion lesson! Hope you like it, but I can't promise the last two.
