Through Worlds, Through Time
By: Arabella Silverbell
Arabella: *smiles* I'm so happy! RosesWine reviewed! She reviewed it! (Although I asked her to read it.... coughcough) And because she did, I'm dedicating this chapter to her! *grins*
And also, Emmett Whittaker and Alma Silvers belong to ME! TAKE THEM, AND I WILL SUE! And Jsymel Emmeric is just a name that I sort of own, since one of my friends is named Jsymel, and I made up Emmeric! (Steal it, and I will kill and sue!)
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYONE IN THAT STORY!
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Chapter One - Albus Dumbledore
It was a while before Emmett would stop screaming, and by then, Alma and Jsymel had already stuck their finger in their ears to shut out his screaming.
"WHY?!? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE CURSED LIKE THIS?!? WHY?!? WHY THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER?!?" he screeched horribly loud.
(A/N: I've got nothing against Harry Potter at all (or why would I be writing this fic?), it's Emmett's fault for not liking Harry Potter, not mines. He hated it before I even met him....)
Alma suddenly towered over Emmett, her eyes showing her wrath if he didn't quiet down soon. "Emmett... if you don't shut that accursed mouth of yours, I will make you face the bloody depths of hell...."
Jsymel could only sweatdropped, as he watched Alma's temper rise higher and higher.
"Oy! What are yeh younglings doing here?" a voice barked loudly.
All three of them turned in the direction of the voice, despite the fact that they were still rather deranged after the transport from their world to the world of Harry Potter.
The man was rather large, bigger than an average human, but definitely smaller than the giants wizards saw. His face was framed by lengthy mass of black hair that was followed by a long beard. His eyes shone out like dark stars in the blue sky.
"Well? Are yeh going to stand there the whole day? Yeesh! I might as well just take yeh all to Professor Dumbledore," he muttered darkly. "Come along now."
The three followed along silently, until the man finally broke the silence by saying, "My name's Hagrid, what's yehs?"
Surprisingly, Alma replied pleasantly, "I'm Alma Silvers; my companions are Jsymel Emmeric and Emmett Whittaker. Jsymel's the taller one, and Emmett is the shorter one, who screamed and got your attention."
"Alma!" Emmett was fuming (a rather obvious observation), and tackled the girl.
Unfortunately for him, she dodged him swiftly, as if it was second nature to her. He continued to strike at her, but she blocked with her arm, an emotionless expression stuck upon her face. The girl snaked through the boy's guard, bringing her face right in front of his. And she smirked. With a spectacular kick from Alma, Emmett flew back several feet, pain etched into his face.
"Emmett, that will be a warning not ever to attack me. And mind you, that was only a warning." And she continued to walk up to the castle, as gracefully as ever, and utterly unscathed.
"Gallopin' Gorgons! Remind me to never get on her bad side!" Hagrid muttered, eyes wide. He then caught up with her and began talking with her once more.
Jsymel, who was a very good friend (to either gender), helped Emmett up, and said, "I told you this before, and I'll say it again: Stop messing with Alma, it'll only get you hurt. And since I'm warning you, here's another tip: Don't act on impulse; think before you act."
"Then how come Alma gets to be like that?" the other boy muttered darkly, trudging up the road as he rubbed various offended spots on his body.
"Because this is Alma Silvers you're dealing with. For some strange reason, whenever she acts on impulse, it's what she should do," he replied, raking through his black hair with his hand. "But I gotta ask you, where did you learn all that martial arts moves?"
"Hey! I think even snails and turtles are faster than you are! Come on! I'm not going to wait all day!" Alma's voice came, making Emmett twitch.
"Learned it all in a class I took. Wanted to kick Alma's ass" was his answer.
"What about you, Alma? Where did you learn all that?" Jsymel asked, just reaching the doors of the castle.
The girl just shrugged in reply. "My mother insisted that I learned self- defense, and I had to. Then, a few summers ago, my mother sent me to a dojo in Japan to improve my martial arts. You won't believe how many bruises and broken bones I got."
"Come on now, yeh all need to meet Professor Dumbledore," the man-giant grunted, opening the doors.
They were led through corridors and hallways, until the three were thoroughly lost, and they stopped in front of an extremely hideous stone gargoyle.
"Sugar Quill!" Hagrid called out. Then the gargoyle leaped up from its spot, while the wall behind it divided into two. There, was a spiral staircase that was moving calmly upward. They all stepped onto it, and upward they went, as the wall closed. They continued to rise up, in circles, and waiting above, was a shining oak door, with a brass griffin knocker.
They all stepped off the staircase when they were all at the top, and the large man rapped upon the door. It opened noiselessly, and the three followed behind him, silently examining the sights before them.
It was a great and beautiful room, with many pictures of rather old people, who were dozing in the framework. But what had caught their eye was a certain picture of three angels: one female, standing in the middle proudly, and the other two were male, on the side smiling.
Suddenly a loud calling of a bird came to their ears, and on a golden perch, was a beautiful crimson phoenix, the size of a swan. It had a shinning golden tail and luminous talons, gripping the perch.
Alma, having fallen for the phoenix's beauty, walked to the perch, and began to stroke the bird. "You're beautiful..." she said softly. "Just like Rebel back home...."
Astonishingly, the phoenix began to nudge her with his head, provoking her to giggle.
"It seems like Fawkes likes you as much as you like him," commented a light voice.
They all turned to face the speaker, who was standing in front of the door that they were about to enter through, if not for Alma. He was wearing half- moon glasses, and had fluid silver hair, mustache, and beard.
"Professor, I had found them near the lake, screaming about something," Hagrid began. But Dumbledore cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I think that the children might be able to explain, after all, I think we should hear it from their prospective," he interrupted calmly.
Emmett, who was still bewildered about being transported to the world of Harry Potter, began to rant loudly. "I WAS JUST BEATEN UP BY ALMA, MY WORST ENEMY IN THE WORLD! AND IN THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER, NOT TO MENTION! - "
Both Alma's and Jsymel's eyes widened at the same time, and as if they rehearsed it, the girl leapt in front of Emmett, while the other covered his mouth.
Jsymel whispered harshly into the other's ears, "You idiot! We might be in the world of Harry Potter, but we don't know exactly what time we're in! This might be a fantasy universe, but if we alter this timeline, we might as well be dead!"
Luckily, no one overheard his lecture, because the dark-haired girl started to explain (with a rather loud volume, to muffle his little speech), "Professor, he's Emmett Whittaker, the other guy's Jsymel Emmeric, and I'm Alma Silvers. What he's trying to say is that, we're not from around here at all. And we all would like to be transported back home. So, please, if it's not too much trouble, could you use your wand and send us back?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in amusement, and said, "You say that you are not from around here at all, but you know of magic and wands?"
She could only grin and reply with "Let's just say that I am knowledgeable about many things."
"Ah, a prestigious student, aren't you?" the silver bearded man responded jokingly. "I would send you back, Miss Silvers, but unfortunately, since I know not of where you had originated from, I cannot send you back. However, since it is getting rather late, I suggest I show you to dinner and bed."
And he was right; the scene outside the window was showing growing darkness and both Emmett's and Jsymel's stomachs were growling very audibly.
"I think my companions agree with you very much, Professor."
"If so, then Hagrid, please do escort the guests to the guest bedrooms."
"Yes, Headmaster." And he led the children out of the room.
Dumbledore stayed in the room, looking at a certain painting on the wall, containing one female angel and two male angels. When one looked at the picture enough, it looked like it was a real scene, not a painting.
The woman had remarkable black hair, and yet sometimes, in showed hints of blue. Her eyes were like tiny versions of the moon, same in color. And in her sleeveless white robe, it was obvious that she was truly an angel. However, her wings were in the shade of raven black, contrasting with her robe. She looked fierce and aggressive, but one could almost see the kindness and compassion in her eyes.
On her left, was a tall, magnificent young man, his metallic green eyes clashing with his long, silver hair, gathered into a ponytail. His black clothing, consisting of a turtleneck sweater and pants, was rather unusual with his white angel wings. His face showed friendliness and easiness, as well as seriousness.
And last, on the female's right, a man with straight shoulder length black hair and eyes, the exact color of the sky, was grinning widely. He wore a white robe, cuffed at both his wrists and neck. And clearly, he seemed very friendly and forthcoming.
"Just like you said, Artemis.... And I must say, she looks just like you.... But what am I to do with them now?" he trailed off, muttering to himself.
"Wait for summer vacation to end, Professor Dumbledore," answered a female voice.
He turned to face the speaker, and smiled softly. "Artemis... dear friend... I thought I wouldn't see you for a long time."
Artemis looked exactly like the woman in the picture, except that she seemed more mature. "As did I, Albus, but it is time for them to ascend, and Heaven wouldn't allow me to bring them up. Also, if they didn't learn some sort of magic in the time of a mortal year, they will be forever banned from the Realms. And I really didn't want them to lose this chance.... Forgive me, Albus... but I truly need your help."
"Anything, dear friend."
The angel took a deep breath and said, "I want them to stay here for a year; they will be out of reach of the Head Council and Heaven. And besides, they will be under your guidance, so I need not worry so much. And you don't need to be concerned about money, because I have their accounts at Gringotts. And I've already thought of everything else, too. They can stay at the Leaky Cauldron, until the school year starts again, with the money I've provided them at Gringotts."
"You certainly did think of everything, Artemis dear.... But does the others approve?" he inquired softly.
She ran her fingers through her hair, as she replied quietly, "I know for sure that Aeolus won't mind at all; after all, Hogwarts is the next best place for Jsymel after Heaven. But Dionysus... that's a whole other problem...."
She sighed heavily, and continued. "Dionysus will go berserk when he finds out his son is here. And in a fit of rage, he'll probably try to murder me.... Gods above, help me."
"Then let's hope that you tell him at a good time," Dumbledore comforted warmly. "And though I may be a character in a book to you, Lady Artemis, I shall give to them the best guidance I can possibly give."
Artemis could only smile kindly in response, and hand to him three keys. "Here are their keys for their Gringotts accounts, Albus. And do take care." And she just disappeared, in a shower of lights.
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Arabella: So... what do you think (truthfully)?
Alma: *reads it* Oh, come on! You should've let Jsymel hit Emmett! It would have lightened up the mood!
Arabella: Hmmm.... I guess it would have... but it wouldn't really be good to torture my characters, AKA muses.
Alma: *goes crazy* HELLO?!? I'm being tortured by being in the same story as that... that... that FREAK of a human!
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: Stop fighting, you two! If you don't, I'll do the... THING.
Arabella and Alma: *eyes wide* THAT THING?!?
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: Yes, THAT.
Arabella and Alma: *meekly* We'll be quiet.
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: Good. Please review! Or Arabella won't be happy enough it finish the damned thing. And I repeat, PLEASE REVIEW!
By: Arabella Silverbell
Arabella: *smiles* I'm so happy! RosesWine reviewed! She reviewed it! (Although I asked her to read it.... coughcough) And because she did, I'm dedicating this chapter to her! *grins*
And also, Emmett Whittaker and Alma Silvers belong to ME! TAKE THEM, AND I WILL SUE! And Jsymel Emmeric is just a name that I sort of own, since one of my friends is named Jsymel, and I made up Emmeric! (Steal it, and I will kill and sue!)
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYONE IN THAT STORY!
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Chapter One - Albus Dumbledore
It was a while before Emmett would stop screaming, and by then, Alma and Jsymel had already stuck their finger in their ears to shut out his screaming.
"WHY?!? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE CURSED LIKE THIS?!? WHY?!? WHY THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER?!?" he screeched horribly loud.
(A/N: I've got nothing against Harry Potter at all (or why would I be writing this fic?), it's Emmett's fault for not liking Harry Potter, not mines. He hated it before I even met him....)
Alma suddenly towered over Emmett, her eyes showing her wrath if he didn't quiet down soon. "Emmett... if you don't shut that accursed mouth of yours, I will make you face the bloody depths of hell...."
Jsymel could only sweatdropped, as he watched Alma's temper rise higher and higher.
"Oy! What are yeh younglings doing here?" a voice barked loudly.
All three of them turned in the direction of the voice, despite the fact that they were still rather deranged after the transport from their world to the world of Harry Potter.
The man was rather large, bigger than an average human, but definitely smaller than the giants wizards saw. His face was framed by lengthy mass of black hair that was followed by a long beard. His eyes shone out like dark stars in the blue sky.
"Well? Are yeh going to stand there the whole day? Yeesh! I might as well just take yeh all to Professor Dumbledore," he muttered darkly. "Come along now."
The three followed along silently, until the man finally broke the silence by saying, "My name's Hagrid, what's yehs?"
Surprisingly, Alma replied pleasantly, "I'm Alma Silvers; my companions are Jsymel Emmeric and Emmett Whittaker. Jsymel's the taller one, and Emmett is the shorter one, who screamed and got your attention."
"Alma!" Emmett was fuming (a rather obvious observation), and tackled the girl.
Unfortunately for him, she dodged him swiftly, as if it was second nature to her. He continued to strike at her, but she blocked with her arm, an emotionless expression stuck upon her face. The girl snaked through the boy's guard, bringing her face right in front of his. And she smirked. With a spectacular kick from Alma, Emmett flew back several feet, pain etched into his face.
"Emmett, that will be a warning not ever to attack me. And mind you, that was only a warning." And she continued to walk up to the castle, as gracefully as ever, and utterly unscathed.
"Gallopin' Gorgons! Remind me to never get on her bad side!" Hagrid muttered, eyes wide. He then caught up with her and began talking with her once more.
Jsymel, who was a very good friend (to either gender), helped Emmett up, and said, "I told you this before, and I'll say it again: Stop messing with Alma, it'll only get you hurt. And since I'm warning you, here's another tip: Don't act on impulse; think before you act."
"Then how come Alma gets to be like that?" the other boy muttered darkly, trudging up the road as he rubbed various offended spots on his body.
"Because this is Alma Silvers you're dealing with. For some strange reason, whenever she acts on impulse, it's what she should do," he replied, raking through his black hair with his hand. "But I gotta ask you, where did you learn all that martial arts moves?"
"Hey! I think even snails and turtles are faster than you are! Come on! I'm not going to wait all day!" Alma's voice came, making Emmett twitch.
"Learned it all in a class I took. Wanted to kick Alma's ass" was his answer.
"What about you, Alma? Where did you learn all that?" Jsymel asked, just reaching the doors of the castle.
The girl just shrugged in reply. "My mother insisted that I learned self- defense, and I had to. Then, a few summers ago, my mother sent me to a dojo in Japan to improve my martial arts. You won't believe how many bruises and broken bones I got."
"Come on now, yeh all need to meet Professor Dumbledore," the man-giant grunted, opening the doors.
They were led through corridors and hallways, until the three were thoroughly lost, and they stopped in front of an extremely hideous stone gargoyle.
"Sugar Quill!" Hagrid called out. Then the gargoyle leaped up from its spot, while the wall behind it divided into two. There, was a spiral staircase that was moving calmly upward. They all stepped onto it, and upward they went, as the wall closed. They continued to rise up, in circles, and waiting above, was a shining oak door, with a brass griffin knocker.
They all stepped off the staircase when they were all at the top, and the large man rapped upon the door. It opened noiselessly, and the three followed behind him, silently examining the sights before them.
It was a great and beautiful room, with many pictures of rather old people, who were dozing in the framework. But what had caught their eye was a certain picture of three angels: one female, standing in the middle proudly, and the other two were male, on the side smiling.
Suddenly a loud calling of a bird came to their ears, and on a golden perch, was a beautiful crimson phoenix, the size of a swan. It had a shinning golden tail and luminous talons, gripping the perch.
Alma, having fallen for the phoenix's beauty, walked to the perch, and began to stroke the bird. "You're beautiful..." she said softly. "Just like Rebel back home...."
Astonishingly, the phoenix began to nudge her with his head, provoking her to giggle.
"It seems like Fawkes likes you as much as you like him," commented a light voice.
They all turned to face the speaker, who was standing in front of the door that they were about to enter through, if not for Alma. He was wearing half- moon glasses, and had fluid silver hair, mustache, and beard.
"Professor, I had found them near the lake, screaming about something," Hagrid began. But Dumbledore cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I think that the children might be able to explain, after all, I think we should hear it from their prospective," he interrupted calmly.
Emmett, who was still bewildered about being transported to the world of Harry Potter, began to rant loudly. "I WAS JUST BEATEN UP BY ALMA, MY WORST ENEMY IN THE WORLD! AND IN THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER, NOT TO MENTION! - "
Both Alma's and Jsymel's eyes widened at the same time, and as if they rehearsed it, the girl leapt in front of Emmett, while the other covered his mouth.
Jsymel whispered harshly into the other's ears, "You idiot! We might be in the world of Harry Potter, but we don't know exactly what time we're in! This might be a fantasy universe, but if we alter this timeline, we might as well be dead!"
Luckily, no one overheard his lecture, because the dark-haired girl started to explain (with a rather loud volume, to muffle his little speech), "Professor, he's Emmett Whittaker, the other guy's Jsymel Emmeric, and I'm Alma Silvers. What he's trying to say is that, we're not from around here at all. And we all would like to be transported back home. So, please, if it's not too much trouble, could you use your wand and send us back?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in amusement, and said, "You say that you are not from around here at all, but you know of magic and wands?"
She could only grin and reply with "Let's just say that I am knowledgeable about many things."
"Ah, a prestigious student, aren't you?" the silver bearded man responded jokingly. "I would send you back, Miss Silvers, but unfortunately, since I know not of where you had originated from, I cannot send you back. However, since it is getting rather late, I suggest I show you to dinner and bed."
And he was right; the scene outside the window was showing growing darkness and both Emmett's and Jsymel's stomachs were growling very audibly.
"I think my companions agree with you very much, Professor."
"If so, then Hagrid, please do escort the guests to the guest bedrooms."
"Yes, Headmaster." And he led the children out of the room.
Dumbledore stayed in the room, looking at a certain painting on the wall, containing one female angel and two male angels. When one looked at the picture enough, it looked like it was a real scene, not a painting.
The woman had remarkable black hair, and yet sometimes, in showed hints of blue. Her eyes were like tiny versions of the moon, same in color. And in her sleeveless white robe, it was obvious that she was truly an angel. However, her wings were in the shade of raven black, contrasting with her robe. She looked fierce and aggressive, but one could almost see the kindness and compassion in her eyes.
On her left, was a tall, magnificent young man, his metallic green eyes clashing with his long, silver hair, gathered into a ponytail. His black clothing, consisting of a turtleneck sweater and pants, was rather unusual with his white angel wings. His face showed friendliness and easiness, as well as seriousness.
And last, on the female's right, a man with straight shoulder length black hair and eyes, the exact color of the sky, was grinning widely. He wore a white robe, cuffed at both his wrists and neck. And clearly, he seemed very friendly and forthcoming.
"Just like you said, Artemis.... And I must say, she looks just like you.... But what am I to do with them now?" he trailed off, muttering to himself.
"Wait for summer vacation to end, Professor Dumbledore," answered a female voice.
He turned to face the speaker, and smiled softly. "Artemis... dear friend... I thought I wouldn't see you for a long time."
Artemis looked exactly like the woman in the picture, except that she seemed more mature. "As did I, Albus, but it is time for them to ascend, and Heaven wouldn't allow me to bring them up. Also, if they didn't learn some sort of magic in the time of a mortal year, they will be forever banned from the Realms. And I really didn't want them to lose this chance.... Forgive me, Albus... but I truly need your help."
"Anything, dear friend."
The angel took a deep breath and said, "I want them to stay here for a year; they will be out of reach of the Head Council and Heaven. And besides, they will be under your guidance, so I need not worry so much. And you don't need to be concerned about money, because I have their accounts at Gringotts. And I've already thought of everything else, too. They can stay at the Leaky Cauldron, until the school year starts again, with the money I've provided them at Gringotts."
"You certainly did think of everything, Artemis dear.... But does the others approve?" he inquired softly.
She ran her fingers through her hair, as she replied quietly, "I know for sure that Aeolus won't mind at all; after all, Hogwarts is the next best place for Jsymel after Heaven. But Dionysus... that's a whole other problem...."
She sighed heavily, and continued. "Dionysus will go berserk when he finds out his son is here. And in a fit of rage, he'll probably try to murder me.... Gods above, help me."
"Then let's hope that you tell him at a good time," Dumbledore comforted warmly. "And though I may be a character in a book to you, Lady Artemis, I shall give to them the best guidance I can possibly give."
Artemis could only smile kindly in response, and hand to him three keys. "Here are their keys for their Gringotts accounts, Albus. And do take care." And she just disappeared, in a shower of lights.
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Arabella: So... what do you think (truthfully)?
Alma: *reads it* Oh, come on! You should've let Jsymel hit Emmett! It would have lightened up the mood!
Arabella: Hmmm.... I guess it would have... but it wouldn't really be good to torture my characters, AKA muses.
Alma: *goes crazy* HELLO?!? I'm being tortured by being in the same story as that... that... that FREAK of a human!
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: Stop fighting, you two! If you don't, I'll do the... THING.
Arabella and Alma: *eyes wide* THAT THING?!?
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: Yes, THAT.
Arabella and Alma: *meekly* We'll be quiet.
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: Good. Please review! Or Arabella won't be happy enough it finish the damned thing. And I repeat, PLEASE REVIEW!