Cloak*and*Dagger: So hi, I'm back, what a surprise. I must say that I'm
thoroughly put out by the fact that not a single person has reviewed my
fic! But being the authoress that I am, I'm giving you until at least the
third chapter to give me feedback. Okie? Okie! Now down to business, just
to eliminate confusion, and make it easier for me to write, I'm going to
recap the last two three sentences of the last chapter. The last thing I'm
going to say before I do the disclaimer is that this story may not become
clear until later, so stick with me 'til then, because it may not make much
sense now, but later you'll be reading some chapter and it will all click
together.
Disclaimer: I do not own, in any way, shape or form, the idea that stands behind my fic. That belongs to whoever created and produced Drop Dead Fred. I, also, do not own anything related to the Harry Potter universe. That belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A Child's Game
Chapter2: Going... Going... Gone Crazy!
Jamie, being thoroughly frightened at this point, hid under her covers, willing it to stop. Then, suddenly, she heard a noise. The oh-so-familiar, but most unwelcome noise of ripping tape. 'I can't cower under my sheets like this, I have to defend myself!' she thought. Finally convincing herself that she could at least last a minute (tops) against what ever it was, she got out of bed, and stood as far away from the Jack in the Box as was physically possible.
It was just as she was making sure that the wall wouldn't move to let her get further away, that the Box burst open. Jamie covered her eyes from the blinding light that was emitted, and once she was sure she could see again she peered cautiously through her fingers. What she saw nearly gave her a heart attack. It was a teenage boy, around 15 or 16, with silvery-white hair, and emerald eyes. He was wearing something that looked like a cross between a combat suit/armor and a robe. A sword was strapped to his hip, and he had an odd amulet hanging from his neck. He looked at her carefully, as if trying to place her.
"James?" he asked, in an accent that was a mix of Welsh and Irish. Jamie's eyes widened in horror; only one person had ever called her James, and he didn't really exist. But he didn't wait for her reply; he went straight into a rant. "Do you know how long I've been in there?!? I have such a neck cramp! I don't appreciate being treated like a piece of spare luggage you know!" He paused, thinking, then went into a completely different line of conversation. "You know, it's been awhile since we've played a game. How about Clue, or monopoly, or... Oo lets play Risk!!" he said while staring into her closet, looking at the board games. Jamie could do nothing but stand where she was, bewildered, trying to figure out who this psychopath was, and how he had gotten in the Jack in the Box. But her silence made this mysterious boy glance at her, and judging by his frown he had seen something he didn't like. "James what happened to you?!? You're all tall, and.... Older looking."
"Who *are* you?" Jamie managed to choke out.
The mystery boy stared at her like she had grown another head. Then, slowly, he asked, "Don't you remember me?" She shook her head. "I must have a worse concept of time than I thought," he muttered to himself. "How could you forget me?? We used to have so much fun together! Playing games, making stuff, getting into trouble, do you remember me now?" he asked looking hopeful. She shook her head again, convinced that this guy belonged in a nut house, or back in the Jack in the Box. He sighed, his shoulders sagged a little, and his brow wrinkled in confusion. "How could this happen?! It hasn't been that long, has it?" He walked closer to her, looked her straight in the eye, and said, "James, it's me, Salazar."
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"I'm telling you exactly what happened, Kattie!" Jamie said, somewhat frantically, over the telephone.
"Do you mean to tell me that someone popped out of one of your old toys last night, and it just happens to be THE Salazar Slytherin?" asked a skeptical Kattie.
"Yes, that's it exactly!"
"I think you're crazy."
"KATTIE!"
"Only joking! Personally, I think it was just the shock from getting accepted that made you hallucinate about a Hogwarts founder. Why you picked Slytherin is beyond me."
"I used to..." Jamie stopped feeling unsure of whether she wanted to share the information, or not.
But Kattie seemed to know anyway, "That's right!! You used to have an imaginary friend named Salazar that only you could see, and whenever something bad would happen, or if you would get in trouble, you'd blame it on him. I never knew you were pretending it was Slytherin, though."
"That makes two of us. Listen the point is he's back, and he shouldn't be!"
"Please, it was probably just a weird dream or something," Kattie tried to explain to her friend calmly. It took quite a bit of convincing, but eventually Jamie admitted that she felt foolish for thinking that it was her imaginary friend.
"Thanks Kattie. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Go crazy, but hey, that's what I'm here for. Hang on a sec... Jamie?"
"Yeah?"
"I have to go, Mum needs the phone. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
"Bye." Jamie hung up the phone, feeling much better then when she had made the call. "Now, what to do today?" she asked to no one, as no one was home.
But her answer came in a Welsh-Irish accent, "We could play Clue!"
"Oh, no!"
"I thought you liked that game," Salazar said confusedly.
"Not the game, *you*!
"Me?"
"You're not real, and you're not supposed to be here!"
"Why not?"
"To which are you asking?"
"Both."
'I can't believe I'm talking to a figment of my imagination!' "Well you aren't real, because... because... Well if you were you'd be like, a thousand years old!!"
"Would I?"
"I know what you're doing! You're trying to get me to play twenty questions, and before you ask, no, I don't like that game!"
"Well it's worked, hasn't it?"
"What has?"
"You're playing!"
"STOP IT!!!!!!!!!! I'm not a child anymore!!"
He glared at this statement, and then said, resentfully, "Well you should be."
"Listen I don't know what you want, or if you're some sort of sick message from my body telling me that I'm not getting enough rest, but I do know that you have to leave before I go to Hogwarts!"
At this his eyes lit up. "Hogwarts?" he asked.
"Yes, Hogwarts."
"I haven't been there in ages!"
"No!"
"No, what?" he asked trying to look innocent.
"No, you can't come with me!" she yelled, then added, "I can't believe I'm arguing with myself over whether or not part of my messed up, over active brain can come with me or not. I must be crazy. Look Salazar, I'm eleven, I'm not a child anymore, and I certainly DON'T need an 'Imaginary Friend'," she said, but he was already gone. "Maybe I'm *NOT* getting enough rest," Jamie squeaked, while walking up the stairs to her room so she could take a nap.
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Cloak*and*Dagger: Review, Review, Review!!!!!!! Remember the next chapter is the last one that I write if I don't get any reviews, oh KK, Amanda? You guys officially don't count on the review-o-meter, because I know you like my work, but please don't let that keep you from reviewing! Domo Tankoo To Shaded Willow aka KK for betaing my fics! Without her I probably would have let my one story account rot, but thanx to her I now have, what? 5-6 stories? Yeah so tankies again KK, and to the rest of you REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own, in any way, shape or form, the idea that stands behind my fic. That belongs to whoever created and produced Drop Dead Fred. I, also, do not own anything related to the Harry Potter universe. That belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A Child's Game
Chapter2: Going... Going... Gone Crazy!
Jamie, being thoroughly frightened at this point, hid under her covers, willing it to stop. Then, suddenly, she heard a noise. The oh-so-familiar, but most unwelcome noise of ripping tape. 'I can't cower under my sheets like this, I have to defend myself!' she thought. Finally convincing herself that she could at least last a minute (tops) against what ever it was, she got out of bed, and stood as far away from the Jack in the Box as was physically possible.
It was just as she was making sure that the wall wouldn't move to let her get further away, that the Box burst open. Jamie covered her eyes from the blinding light that was emitted, and once she was sure she could see again she peered cautiously through her fingers. What she saw nearly gave her a heart attack. It was a teenage boy, around 15 or 16, with silvery-white hair, and emerald eyes. He was wearing something that looked like a cross between a combat suit/armor and a robe. A sword was strapped to his hip, and he had an odd amulet hanging from his neck. He looked at her carefully, as if trying to place her.
"James?" he asked, in an accent that was a mix of Welsh and Irish. Jamie's eyes widened in horror; only one person had ever called her James, and he didn't really exist. But he didn't wait for her reply; he went straight into a rant. "Do you know how long I've been in there?!? I have such a neck cramp! I don't appreciate being treated like a piece of spare luggage you know!" He paused, thinking, then went into a completely different line of conversation. "You know, it's been awhile since we've played a game. How about Clue, or monopoly, or... Oo lets play Risk!!" he said while staring into her closet, looking at the board games. Jamie could do nothing but stand where she was, bewildered, trying to figure out who this psychopath was, and how he had gotten in the Jack in the Box. But her silence made this mysterious boy glance at her, and judging by his frown he had seen something he didn't like. "James what happened to you?!? You're all tall, and.... Older looking."
"Who *are* you?" Jamie managed to choke out.
The mystery boy stared at her like she had grown another head. Then, slowly, he asked, "Don't you remember me?" She shook her head. "I must have a worse concept of time than I thought," he muttered to himself. "How could you forget me?? We used to have so much fun together! Playing games, making stuff, getting into trouble, do you remember me now?" he asked looking hopeful. She shook her head again, convinced that this guy belonged in a nut house, or back in the Jack in the Box. He sighed, his shoulders sagged a little, and his brow wrinkled in confusion. "How could this happen?! It hasn't been that long, has it?" He walked closer to her, looked her straight in the eye, and said, "James, it's me, Salazar."
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"I'm telling you exactly what happened, Kattie!" Jamie said, somewhat frantically, over the telephone.
"Do you mean to tell me that someone popped out of one of your old toys last night, and it just happens to be THE Salazar Slytherin?" asked a skeptical Kattie.
"Yes, that's it exactly!"
"I think you're crazy."
"KATTIE!"
"Only joking! Personally, I think it was just the shock from getting accepted that made you hallucinate about a Hogwarts founder. Why you picked Slytherin is beyond me."
"I used to..." Jamie stopped feeling unsure of whether she wanted to share the information, or not.
But Kattie seemed to know anyway, "That's right!! You used to have an imaginary friend named Salazar that only you could see, and whenever something bad would happen, or if you would get in trouble, you'd blame it on him. I never knew you were pretending it was Slytherin, though."
"That makes two of us. Listen the point is he's back, and he shouldn't be!"
"Please, it was probably just a weird dream or something," Kattie tried to explain to her friend calmly. It took quite a bit of convincing, but eventually Jamie admitted that she felt foolish for thinking that it was her imaginary friend.
"Thanks Kattie. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Go crazy, but hey, that's what I'm here for. Hang on a sec... Jamie?"
"Yeah?"
"I have to go, Mum needs the phone. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
"Bye." Jamie hung up the phone, feeling much better then when she had made the call. "Now, what to do today?" she asked to no one, as no one was home.
But her answer came in a Welsh-Irish accent, "We could play Clue!"
"Oh, no!"
"I thought you liked that game," Salazar said confusedly.
"Not the game, *you*!
"Me?"
"You're not real, and you're not supposed to be here!"
"Why not?"
"To which are you asking?"
"Both."
'I can't believe I'm talking to a figment of my imagination!' "Well you aren't real, because... because... Well if you were you'd be like, a thousand years old!!"
"Would I?"
"I know what you're doing! You're trying to get me to play twenty questions, and before you ask, no, I don't like that game!"
"Well it's worked, hasn't it?"
"What has?"
"You're playing!"
"STOP IT!!!!!!!!!! I'm not a child anymore!!"
He glared at this statement, and then said, resentfully, "Well you should be."
"Listen I don't know what you want, or if you're some sort of sick message from my body telling me that I'm not getting enough rest, but I do know that you have to leave before I go to Hogwarts!"
At this his eyes lit up. "Hogwarts?" he asked.
"Yes, Hogwarts."
"I haven't been there in ages!"
"No!"
"No, what?" he asked trying to look innocent.
"No, you can't come with me!" she yelled, then added, "I can't believe I'm arguing with myself over whether or not part of my messed up, over active brain can come with me or not. I must be crazy. Look Salazar, I'm eleven, I'm not a child anymore, and I certainly DON'T need an 'Imaginary Friend'," she said, but he was already gone. "Maybe I'm *NOT* getting enough rest," Jamie squeaked, while walking up the stairs to her room so she could take a nap.
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Cloak*and*Dagger: Review, Review, Review!!!!!!! Remember the next chapter is the last one that I write if I don't get any reviews, oh KK, Amanda? You guys officially don't count on the review-o-meter, because I know you like my work, but please don't let that keep you from reviewing! Domo Tankoo To Shaded Willow aka KK for betaing my fics! Without her I probably would have let my one story account rot, but thanx to her I now have, what? 5-6 stories? Yeah so tankies again KK, and to the rest of you REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!