Chapter 4
Weird Things are A'Happenin'
Meagan felt a hand clap over her mouth and felt herself being dragged down the path, Marykate beside her. They were thrown into an alley, Meagan shrieking as she rolled down it. "What do ye think ye are doing, shouting about muggles!" Hissed the man who had dragged Meagan and Marykate.
"First of all, where's Harry?" Meagan said, wide-eyed. A scream was her reply and Harry was flung off his horse and tumbled over to them, clanking loudly. "Oh god, Harry!" Meagan almost screamed running to his aid.
Meagan lifted the helmet and saw Harry's pale face. "Are you okay!?" Meagan squealed. "Yeah," Harry grunted, "But my scar is burning like heck. Always said Quidditch was my strong point." Meagan managed to smile weakly. "Yes," She murmured, "Like your father."
"Meagan, I suggest you stop looking at Harry like that, because we have a crisis on our hands." Marykate said. Meagan started to pat her tattered clothing. "I know I have my wand somewhere." She muttered, patting more vigorously. She looked angry.
"Um. Meagan? Why aren't your eyes changing red?" Harry asked slowly his face paling more. "Cate." Meagan said shortly. There was a hint of red in her eyes. "Meagan quick!" Marykate squealed. Realizing her eyes were slightest bit red, Meagan raised her hand, which started to glow. She was shaking and sweating, her eyes narrowed to slits. Her hand seemed to glow harder. It suddenly went out.
"I am going to kill Cate." Meagan said fiercely. The man watched in amazement. "What are you?" He asked. "Meagan Delmore, world's most powerful witch." Meagan said, bowing. Marykate raised her head indignantly. "Am not." She said. "Am too." Meagan replied.
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
This went on for some time, until Harry said, "STOP!" They both stopped abruptly. "You act like three-year-olds, never mind thirty-three-year- olds." He said. Meagan rolled her eyes. "If you were sixteen this long, you'd be irritable too." She snapped.
Harry moved closer to her, his armor clanking slightly. Meagan started to giggled and they kissed shortly. "Harry Potter, you are the most likable guy." She stated. Harry started to laugh. Meagan did too.
"How can you laugh at a time like this?" Snapped Marykate. "We've got a crisis on our hands! Our powers are gone!" This shut Meagan up.
"And who are you?" The man asked Marykate. "Marykate Jasper." She said, "Heir of Ravenclaw. Not a blood heir, mind you." She smiled at Meagan, who mimicked her.
"I am John Hufflepuff." Said the man.
* * *
Meagan pushed her spoon through her feeble soup. It had been a few days since they had time traveled. "I don't know how you live without a super market," She murmured. She was wearing an exquisite dress of soft pink, a damsel's cap to match it. Marykate was wearing a dress of periwinkle blue. She looked extremely bored. She was playing with her soup too.
Harry, somewhat reluctantly, came into the kitchen. Meagan and Marykate roared with laughter, causing Harry's ears to grow red. He was wearing a suit of green, with green.
"Tights, Harry? You're wearing tights?" Meagan choked. Harry sat down next to her, glowering in her direction. "Well, we can't go around inventing the jeans." Said Marykate, pointing her wooden spoon in Meagan's direction. "I can still feel the roughness of those jeans." Said Meagan dreamily.
"It was the only thing-" Harry stopped in mid sentence. It was a metallic beeping, forming the song Reveille. Meagan and Marykate jumped up at the same time. "The cell phone!" They said in union.
Meagan dashed into the bedroom and dived for her tattered dress. She fumbled with it and, shaking, took out the cell phone. Meagan gave a strangled cry of joy. She pressed the button and said, "Hello?" unable to keep the happiness out of her voice.
"Hi. It's me! Mark!" Said Mark, Meagan's younger sibling. "Mark, thank god!" Meagan said. John stood in the doorway, shocked and amazed by the cell phone. "Yeah, Mum and Dad's funeral is tomorrow." Mark said.
"Mark! Get-Dumbledore!" Meagan choked. "The-Headmaster-of-Hogwarts! Get a piece of parchment, paper, whatever!" She squealed. She could hear a frantic scurrying and he said. "Okay."
"Write: Dear Professor Dumbledore," She began, hearing the scratching of the pen, "This is Meagan Delmore. We need help desperately. Cate has sent us to the time of old England and took away our powers." Mark stopped scribbling and snorted. "Powers?"
"Shut up. I'll explain later." Meagan snapped. "Anyways, We need help! Yours truly, Meagan Delmore and Marykate Jasper." She finished. Mark stopped writing. "Now tie it to Comet's leg-" (Mark said, "What?" Meagan replied curtly, "My owl") "-and say, 'Take this to Professor Dumbledore-'" She was about to continue, but the battery died. Meagan swore loudly.
* * *
Harry sunk down onto his scratchy bed. He sighed and put his head into his hands. He suddenly heard a clear, beautiful voice cut the morning air. "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound," It sang. Harry stood up and walked towards the voice.
Harry opened Meagan's door. She stood in front of the window with her eyes closed, singing from her heart. It was a beautiful song.
Meagan's face was touched by the weak morning light, making her skin shine a radiant, milky white. Her hair was fanning out behind her as a gentle breeze struck her face. Her voice cut the chill of the air with strong, clear notes. Her voice lowered to a whisper as she came to the end of the song. She was, there was no other word for it, beautiful.
There was a knock on the door. It didn't seem to bother her. She opened her eyes, making them sparkle. There was a look of longing in them.
Someone pushed Harry aside to stand in the room. It wasn't John, nor was it Marykate. It was a man that he had never seen before. A look of delight spread across the man's face. Meagan stopped abruptly. Then, Harry noticed something on the man's head. It was a crown.
The King stared at Meagan as though all his dreams had come true. He strode into the room, Meagan staring at him as though she had never seen anyone like him in her life. "I command thee to be my wife." He said. Meagan's jaw dropped and she started edging away from him. "If you don't then I will kill thee." Said the king. Meagan launched herself at Harry, who caught her, bewildered. "No." She said firmly.
"To the gallows with ye!"
* * *
Meagan sat with her arms crossed in her lonely dungeon cell. It was the day of her execution. Harry walked in, his face tear-streaked. "What's going to happen to us?" He whispered. "I don't know, I'm going to get the best of this stupid king." She retorted. Her eyes had a tint of red.
The guard opened the door and pointed his weapon towards Meagan. "Out with ye, and follow me." Meagan flounced after him.
* * *
Meagan's hands were tied and she was leaning over a wooden plank. Marykate was sobbing hysterically and trying to get to her. "If she dies, we all die!" Marykate shrieked. Harry blanched. "What?" He asked. "If she dies, we all die!" Shrieked Marykate again. Harry lunged too, but a guard caught him by the chest.
Meagan's eyes were narrowed and were red with anger. She was shaking. Her hair had lost its shine. She looked like an animal. "One!" Said the king. Meagan's eyes turned just a bit redder. "Two!" He said. Meagan could feel her fingertips tingling. "Three!"
The guard cut the sting. The blade came rushing down before Harry and Marykate's wide eyes. They both closed them, waiting for the shriek and the thud. None came. Harry looked up, staring at the blade in amazement. It had stopped midway and was shaking violently. It suddenly flew upwards and out of the top.
Meagan's eyes were blood red.
Weird Things are A'Happenin'
Meagan felt a hand clap over her mouth and felt herself being dragged down the path, Marykate beside her. They were thrown into an alley, Meagan shrieking as she rolled down it. "What do ye think ye are doing, shouting about muggles!" Hissed the man who had dragged Meagan and Marykate.
"First of all, where's Harry?" Meagan said, wide-eyed. A scream was her reply and Harry was flung off his horse and tumbled over to them, clanking loudly. "Oh god, Harry!" Meagan almost screamed running to his aid.
Meagan lifted the helmet and saw Harry's pale face. "Are you okay!?" Meagan squealed. "Yeah," Harry grunted, "But my scar is burning like heck. Always said Quidditch was my strong point." Meagan managed to smile weakly. "Yes," She murmured, "Like your father."
"Meagan, I suggest you stop looking at Harry like that, because we have a crisis on our hands." Marykate said. Meagan started to pat her tattered clothing. "I know I have my wand somewhere." She muttered, patting more vigorously. She looked angry.
"Um. Meagan? Why aren't your eyes changing red?" Harry asked slowly his face paling more. "Cate." Meagan said shortly. There was a hint of red in her eyes. "Meagan quick!" Marykate squealed. Realizing her eyes were slightest bit red, Meagan raised her hand, which started to glow. She was shaking and sweating, her eyes narrowed to slits. Her hand seemed to glow harder. It suddenly went out.
"I am going to kill Cate." Meagan said fiercely. The man watched in amazement. "What are you?" He asked. "Meagan Delmore, world's most powerful witch." Meagan said, bowing. Marykate raised her head indignantly. "Am not." She said. "Am too." Meagan replied.
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
This went on for some time, until Harry said, "STOP!" They both stopped abruptly. "You act like three-year-olds, never mind thirty-three-year- olds." He said. Meagan rolled her eyes. "If you were sixteen this long, you'd be irritable too." She snapped.
Harry moved closer to her, his armor clanking slightly. Meagan started to giggled and they kissed shortly. "Harry Potter, you are the most likable guy." She stated. Harry started to laugh. Meagan did too.
"How can you laugh at a time like this?" Snapped Marykate. "We've got a crisis on our hands! Our powers are gone!" This shut Meagan up.
"And who are you?" The man asked Marykate. "Marykate Jasper." She said, "Heir of Ravenclaw. Not a blood heir, mind you." She smiled at Meagan, who mimicked her.
"I am John Hufflepuff." Said the man.
* * *
Meagan pushed her spoon through her feeble soup. It had been a few days since they had time traveled. "I don't know how you live without a super market," She murmured. She was wearing an exquisite dress of soft pink, a damsel's cap to match it. Marykate was wearing a dress of periwinkle blue. She looked extremely bored. She was playing with her soup too.
Harry, somewhat reluctantly, came into the kitchen. Meagan and Marykate roared with laughter, causing Harry's ears to grow red. He was wearing a suit of green, with green.
"Tights, Harry? You're wearing tights?" Meagan choked. Harry sat down next to her, glowering in her direction. "Well, we can't go around inventing the jeans." Said Marykate, pointing her wooden spoon in Meagan's direction. "I can still feel the roughness of those jeans." Said Meagan dreamily.
"It was the only thing-" Harry stopped in mid sentence. It was a metallic beeping, forming the song Reveille. Meagan and Marykate jumped up at the same time. "The cell phone!" They said in union.
Meagan dashed into the bedroom and dived for her tattered dress. She fumbled with it and, shaking, took out the cell phone. Meagan gave a strangled cry of joy. She pressed the button and said, "Hello?" unable to keep the happiness out of her voice.
"Hi. It's me! Mark!" Said Mark, Meagan's younger sibling. "Mark, thank god!" Meagan said. John stood in the doorway, shocked and amazed by the cell phone. "Yeah, Mum and Dad's funeral is tomorrow." Mark said.
"Mark! Get-Dumbledore!" Meagan choked. "The-Headmaster-of-Hogwarts! Get a piece of parchment, paper, whatever!" She squealed. She could hear a frantic scurrying and he said. "Okay."
"Write: Dear Professor Dumbledore," She began, hearing the scratching of the pen, "This is Meagan Delmore. We need help desperately. Cate has sent us to the time of old England and took away our powers." Mark stopped scribbling and snorted. "Powers?"
"Shut up. I'll explain later." Meagan snapped. "Anyways, We need help! Yours truly, Meagan Delmore and Marykate Jasper." She finished. Mark stopped writing. "Now tie it to Comet's leg-" (Mark said, "What?" Meagan replied curtly, "My owl") "-and say, 'Take this to Professor Dumbledore-'" She was about to continue, but the battery died. Meagan swore loudly.
* * *
Harry sunk down onto his scratchy bed. He sighed and put his head into his hands. He suddenly heard a clear, beautiful voice cut the morning air. "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound," It sang. Harry stood up and walked towards the voice.
Harry opened Meagan's door. She stood in front of the window with her eyes closed, singing from her heart. It was a beautiful song.
Meagan's face was touched by the weak morning light, making her skin shine a radiant, milky white. Her hair was fanning out behind her as a gentle breeze struck her face. Her voice cut the chill of the air with strong, clear notes. Her voice lowered to a whisper as she came to the end of the song. She was, there was no other word for it, beautiful.
There was a knock on the door. It didn't seem to bother her. She opened her eyes, making them sparkle. There was a look of longing in them.
Someone pushed Harry aside to stand in the room. It wasn't John, nor was it Marykate. It was a man that he had never seen before. A look of delight spread across the man's face. Meagan stopped abruptly. Then, Harry noticed something on the man's head. It was a crown.
The King stared at Meagan as though all his dreams had come true. He strode into the room, Meagan staring at him as though she had never seen anyone like him in her life. "I command thee to be my wife." He said. Meagan's jaw dropped and she started edging away from him. "If you don't then I will kill thee." Said the king. Meagan launched herself at Harry, who caught her, bewildered. "No." She said firmly.
"To the gallows with ye!"
* * *
Meagan sat with her arms crossed in her lonely dungeon cell. It was the day of her execution. Harry walked in, his face tear-streaked. "What's going to happen to us?" He whispered. "I don't know, I'm going to get the best of this stupid king." She retorted. Her eyes had a tint of red.
The guard opened the door and pointed his weapon towards Meagan. "Out with ye, and follow me." Meagan flounced after him.
* * *
Meagan's hands were tied and she was leaning over a wooden plank. Marykate was sobbing hysterically and trying to get to her. "If she dies, we all die!" Marykate shrieked. Harry blanched. "What?" He asked. "If she dies, we all die!" Shrieked Marykate again. Harry lunged too, but a guard caught him by the chest.
Meagan's eyes were narrowed and were red with anger. She was shaking. Her hair had lost its shine. She looked like an animal. "One!" Said the king. Meagan's eyes turned just a bit redder. "Two!" He said. Meagan could feel her fingertips tingling. "Three!"
The guard cut the sting. The blade came rushing down before Harry and Marykate's wide eyes. They both closed them, waiting for the shriek and the thud. None came. Harry looked up, staring at the blade in amazement. It had stopped midway and was shaking violently. It suddenly flew upwards and out of the top.
Meagan's eyes were blood red.