Muggles and Mudbloods II
Chapter 2: Hogwarts or Bust!
By Ginavere
A/N: I'm only writing this because you all love it. (You know you do!)
It only took me four minutes to pack all my stuff into an old, empty backpack. I took a lot of things I knew I wouldn't be able to use at Hogwarts, but I figured they might be helpful in muggle London. (I mean, if Voldemort kidnapped me, I should at least have free long distance with me.) I pulled on my jacket because I knew that it must be very cold in Britain. Harry, Hermione, and I walked down the service road by my house and onto the golf course. We had figured that this would be good place to meet Ron and Matt when they got back for packing Matt's stuff. Ron and Matt flew in a half-hour later with a packed suitcase hanging off the end of Ron's clean sweep 7. Harry picked up his bag and pulled out a pocket watch.
"Two minutes," he said, "Better grab onto the watch now."
"What in the world?" asked Matt. He was staring at the watch with a look that said that he thought Harry was going mad.
"Just hold on to the watch, Matt," I said. We all gathered in the darkness waiting. Matt was still complaining about the cold and how stupid we looked and how nothing was happening when I pelt the pull that meant the portkey was working. The pressure around my ears was intense. We landed in front of the castle. We were piled in a heap, one on top of each other. Ron was the first to get up by pushing Matt off of him.
"Do all bloody muggles scream like girls?" He yelled as Matt stumbled to his feet. I gazed up at the castle. It was the most marvelous thing I had ever seen. The great marble walls reflected the moonlight off into the trees. Harry walked up and opened the doors. The entrance hall was even prettier than the outside. I looked over at Matt who looked even more amazed.
"For a bunch of condemned ruins," he said, "it looks remarkably well decorated." The three of us broke into a fit of laughter, especially Ron.
By the time we got to the gargoyle that blocked Dumbledore's office. Even after we got there, we couldn't guess the password. After an hour, we gave up and sat against the wall.
"I know!" cried Matt, "Milkduds!" Nothing happened and the gargoyle remained where it was. We all looked at him. It was incredibly late at night although we weren't exactly sure what time it was. Hermione's head had drooped onto Ron's shoulder, Harry and I were sitting back to back, and Matt was sprawled across the floor in a strange position. I had started naming off any kind of candy or food I could think of. I had been doing this for about twenty minutes when the gargoyle in front of the door jumped aside. An old man stepped out, and I knew right away that it was Dumbledore. He looked down at the five of us half-asleep in the corridor and laughed.
"Come on," he said, "I think it's time we got you five to bed." He led us up a small staircase that brought us right in front of the fat lady. She looked down at the six of us in astonishment. Harry muttered the password, and the fat lady swung open to let us in. We stood in the Gryffindor common room.
"I think you should all get to sleep. You'll have a big day ahead of you," with that Dumbledore left.
"That was odd," said Matt. We all nodded and headed up the stairs. I headed into Hermione's room while Matt went with Ron and Harry. An extra bed was already in the dormitory for me, and I had a feeling that Matt would have a bed too."