Through Worlds, Through Time
By: Arabella Silverbell
Arabella: *cries* Autumn Ice reviewed my humble fanfic! Thank you!!! Thank you!!!
And Rosie? "Yeesh" is not your word. It's everyone's word.
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! But I do own Alma Silvers, Emmett Whittaker, Jsymel Emmeric, Artemis, Aeolus, and Dionysus! So... ha!
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Chapter Two - "Get. Out. Now."
The old silver-haired man watched one awaken boy with a gentle smile tugging at his mouth, and one exhausted boy with a gloomy expression on his face, entering the Great Hall, just as he was discussing with Alma about their future plans.
"So just where exactly were you guys? Were you still on the dream boat?" a certain black-haired teenaged girl drawled loudly.
Emmett only glared at her, and said, "None of your business, Alma."
However, Jsymel, who was a quite a content person, replied, "I was awake already; but he was still complaining about his lack of sleep."
The shorter teenaged boy could only glower at his companion and mutter, "Traitor...."
Professor Dumbledore, who had listened to everything since their conversation began, said, "I think you two should sit down and begin to eat your breakfast as I explain what will happen to you three." The two nodded and sat down, beginning to replenish their stomachs.
"Since I do not know how you came to be here, I cannot bring you back. However, a dear and old friend of mines has helped me discover with a few things that I was not aware of. Like, the fact that this world is actually a book in your world," the silver-bearded professor said quietly.
Emmett dropped his fork in shock, as well as his jaw. Alma's eyes widened and her lips were held tight. Jsymel, who had showed no emotion on his calm face, had managed to say, "And how did your friend come upon that little piece of information, Professor?"
"They have their ways, Jsymel," the professor replied, his eyes twinkling. "And we had discussed that you should attend a school while you are here, and the obvious choice would be Hogwarts. However, since it is still summer, you will go to Diagon Alley and rent rooms at the Leaky Cauldron for the while."
"Professor, there's also the problem of money. We do have some money, but it's only muggle money; and even if we exchanged it, I doubt that it would be enough to rent rooms at the Leaky Cauldron," Alma pointed out.
"But don't you have credit cards or check cards?" Emmett questioned.
The girl only raised her eyebrows at him. "Credits cards and check cards don't exist in the wizarding world, Emmett."
"Oh."
"Luckily, that friend of mines was quite generous and gave you these keys to various bank accounts at Gringotts," Dumbledore answered, handing each of the three a golden key. "And I think the amount of money in each of your accounts might probably depend on your family's finances. So, one of you might have more, the other might have less. But it'll get you through the school year for sure."
"Interesting feature," Jsymel commented quietly.
"Anyways, your acceptance letters are right here, you're all going as fifth years, and your list of supplies is here as well," he said, handing out the letters as well.
"But Professor, if we're going to be studying here, I think we are going to need an alibi as to explain why we're studying here. If we were going as first years, then there would be no problem. However, since we're not, I think it might cause trouble," Jsymel said, troubled.
"If only I was younger, perhaps then, I could think up some for you. Since I'm not, I'm afraid I would be of no help to you," Dumbledore replied apologetically.
"Then how about you, Alma? After all, you are our resident drama queen and talented writer. Can't you think of an alibi?"
"Hmm... the only alibi we really need is why we haven't learned any magic yet. So, we could just say that our parents had decided to keep the whole wizarding business away from us until now. But our parents never told us about the reason. And about where we lived and stuff, we don't have to make up an alibi about that," Alma finished, clearly proud of herself with making up the whole thing in such a short time.
"Smartass...." Emmett muttered darkly.
"At least we have an alibi to prevent anyone from sticking their unwanted nose in our business," Jsymel pointed out.
"True."
"It's certainly a simple one, but good enough to keep outsiders from your true identities," Dumbledore said. He cleared his throat, and then added, "But there's also one more thing. While you're here, you are not to speak of our future. Although I am very tempted to know what happens in the future, I cannot allow you to tell me of this. It will certainly affect time itself. Do you understand?"
All three nodded simultaneously.
"Now I have already prepared a transport for you to go to Diagon Alley. It will come in about two hours." And the silver-bearded professor added, smiling, "Now finish enjoying the finer qualities of a Hogwarts breakfast."
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"I can't believe it; you only have a backpack carry, and I have a backpack and another bag with my laptop inside, and this is how long it takes you to get off the Knight Bus," the black-haired, silver-streaked girl drawled, rather disgustedly. "You're more pathetic than I thought."
The shorter of the two boys glared at her. "It's not my fault I didn't get enough sleep!"
"You're right. I should blame it on your unconsciousness, and since that's part of your brain, I think I should give it a whack or two to remind it," Alma replied, smirking.
"Alma!" Jsymel frowned at her behavior. "Don't provoke him to fight again."
"The things I try to do for a friend," the girl sighed dramatically. "I can only try, Jsymel. I just can't resist it when he gives me an opening to hit him with."
"Then try your hardest to keep your mouth free of such things."
The three of them were standing in front of a certain wizarding pub in London, the Leaky Cauldron. The tallest one of the three (Jsymel) pushed open the door, and the other two followed, all three of them adjusting their eyes to the dimness of the tavern.
Alma, who was nudged to the front by Jsymel, put on a composed air around her(she is the daughter of a multi-billionaire, why shouldn't she be able to do that?) and stepped up to the bartender, who was standing behind the counter. "Excuse me, my companions and I would like to rent rooms here for until summer vacation ends. Do you have any rooms here?"
The bartender put down the glass he was wiping, and looked up at them. "Would you be Ms. Silvers by any chance?"
"Yes."
The toothless wizard stepped out from the counter, and introduced himself, bowing slightly. "I'm Tom, the bartender and keeper of the Leaky Cauldron. Professor Dumbledore had said you three would be coming along this morning; and he requested one room with two beds, and another with one bed. Come along, I'll lead you to your rooms."
They followed Tom up a beautiful wooden stairway that led to a corridor of doors with brass numbers on them, and stopped at the doors with the numbers nine and ten on them.
"Here are your rooms. And some time before you three arrived, your luggage arrived. It's in room nine for you all to sort out. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask!" And he left, without another word.
"Our luggage? Dumbledore never said anything about luggage.... Now that it's mention... we don't have any spare clothes to change into!" Emmett told Jsymel suddenly.
He only shrugged in reply. "The problem will be fixed, I know that for sure."
Alma, who was impatient to find out which room was hers and her luggage, opened the door of room nine and entered the room, not caring at all whether the boys were going to come in or not. Inside the room, was one seemingly comfortable bed, a full-length mirror, a wardrobe, an oak writing desk with a plush chair to go along with it, a handsomely polished coffee table, three one-seater plush chairs, and four suitcases.
However, the only thing that she noticed was the bed; she practically flung herself onto the bed and began to jump on it.
The two teenaged boys could only stand there and stare at the girl jumping on her bed.
(Author's Note: I have a strange obsession with jumping on my bed.... *pats my broken wrist; pops some painkillers in my mouth*)
Finally, she composed herself enough and jumped from the bed to the ground.
Clearly happy (since she had that unmistakable look of bliss upon her face), she announced, "This is my room!"
"I think we can all comprehend that, Alma dearest," was Jsymel's reply.
Alma, ignoring Jsymel's reply, walked towards the suitcases and dragged the two biggest ones out. "These are mines!"
Emmett glared at her. "How do you know those are yours? It doesn't have your name on it."
"Well, it has my stuff in it. See?" And inside the first suitcase was packed full with clothes and some everyday essentials. The other suitcase was barely one-fourth full. It had only contained a few pens, one or two lead-pencils, a whole lot of lead, some erasers, and a small stack of big autumn-colored journals.
He could only scowl at the beyond happy girl and drag out one of the suitcases and took a peek inside. "This one's mines, Jsy. The other one must be yours."
"Okay; and we'll go to our room now, okay?" Jsymel winked at Alma, who shot him a look of thankfulness. "Come on, Emmett. Let's go." And he pulled his suitcase out, with Emmett following him.
And Alma locked the door, to peacefully relax in her wonderfully furnished paradise.
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Emmett banged on the door for the tenth time and receiving no answer from the person inside. "Damn it, Alma! When the hell are you going to answer the damned door?!" he shouted, rather loudly, attracting attention from Jsymel.
"What are you doing, Emmett? You know that she's going to murder you if you're disturbing her; so why bother her at all?" he asked, coming out from their room.
"Hello? Haven't you noticed? Her room is the center of entertainment! She has the coffee table, the plush chairs, and the writing desk! It's our right to be in there! And since she won't open the door for us, then I'll open the door for her," he replied slyly.
The taller one's face paled a bit. "You're not going to do what I think you're doing, right?"
He brought out a box from his pocket. "Picklocks," he grinned proudly. He picked one out and began his operation.
"I'm telling you, man. Don't do it. She is going to murder you!" he whispered harshly.
"It technically is her fault! She's locking us from the room!" The door made a clicking sound, and Emmett twisted the door handle.
Jsymel could only stand in the hallway, knowing what would happen if anyone entered her room when she had locked the door. And it was not pretty at all.
Emmett looked both ways before entering Alma's room. He needed to be careful, not be kicked out of her room and be beaten up mercilessly.
However, what he saw next was not what he expected at all. Alma was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, with a giant towel wrapped around her. Her hair was still dripping wet, but her eyes blazed with fury.
"Get. Out. Now." Were the only words able to come out of her mouth.
And he ran like hell.
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Alma: *twitching*
Arabella: *edging away from Alma*
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: *follows her*
Alma: *screaming* YOU HUMILIATED ME!!!
Arabella: *covers ears* Please review!
By: Arabella Silverbell
Arabella: *cries* Autumn Ice reviewed my humble fanfic! Thank you!!! Thank you!!!
And Rosie? "Yeesh" is not your word. It's everyone's word.
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! But I do own Alma Silvers, Emmett Whittaker, Jsymel Emmeric, Artemis, Aeolus, and Dionysus! So... ha!
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Chapter Two - "Get. Out. Now."
The old silver-haired man watched one awaken boy with a gentle smile tugging at his mouth, and one exhausted boy with a gloomy expression on his face, entering the Great Hall, just as he was discussing with Alma about their future plans.
"So just where exactly were you guys? Were you still on the dream boat?" a certain black-haired teenaged girl drawled loudly.
Emmett only glared at her, and said, "None of your business, Alma."
However, Jsymel, who was a quite a content person, replied, "I was awake already; but he was still complaining about his lack of sleep."
The shorter teenaged boy could only glower at his companion and mutter, "Traitor...."
Professor Dumbledore, who had listened to everything since their conversation began, said, "I think you two should sit down and begin to eat your breakfast as I explain what will happen to you three." The two nodded and sat down, beginning to replenish their stomachs.
"Since I do not know how you came to be here, I cannot bring you back. However, a dear and old friend of mines has helped me discover with a few things that I was not aware of. Like, the fact that this world is actually a book in your world," the silver-bearded professor said quietly.
Emmett dropped his fork in shock, as well as his jaw. Alma's eyes widened and her lips were held tight. Jsymel, who had showed no emotion on his calm face, had managed to say, "And how did your friend come upon that little piece of information, Professor?"
"They have their ways, Jsymel," the professor replied, his eyes twinkling. "And we had discussed that you should attend a school while you are here, and the obvious choice would be Hogwarts. However, since it is still summer, you will go to Diagon Alley and rent rooms at the Leaky Cauldron for the while."
"Professor, there's also the problem of money. We do have some money, but it's only muggle money; and even if we exchanged it, I doubt that it would be enough to rent rooms at the Leaky Cauldron," Alma pointed out.
"But don't you have credit cards or check cards?" Emmett questioned.
The girl only raised her eyebrows at him. "Credits cards and check cards don't exist in the wizarding world, Emmett."
"Oh."
"Luckily, that friend of mines was quite generous and gave you these keys to various bank accounts at Gringotts," Dumbledore answered, handing each of the three a golden key. "And I think the amount of money in each of your accounts might probably depend on your family's finances. So, one of you might have more, the other might have less. But it'll get you through the school year for sure."
"Interesting feature," Jsymel commented quietly.
"Anyways, your acceptance letters are right here, you're all going as fifth years, and your list of supplies is here as well," he said, handing out the letters as well.
"But Professor, if we're going to be studying here, I think we are going to need an alibi as to explain why we're studying here. If we were going as first years, then there would be no problem. However, since we're not, I think it might cause trouble," Jsymel said, troubled.
"If only I was younger, perhaps then, I could think up some for you. Since I'm not, I'm afraid I would be of no help to you," Dumbledore replied apologetically.
"Then how about you, Alma? After all, you are our resident drama queen and talented writer. Can't you think of an alibi?"
"Hmm... the only alibi we really need is why we haven't learned any magic yet. So, we could just say that our parents had decided to keep the whole wizarding business away from us until now. But our parents never told us about the reason. And about where we lived and stuff, we don't have to make up an alibi about that," Alma finished, clearly proud of herself with making up the whole thing in such a short time.
"Smartass...." Emmett muttered darkly.
"At least we have an alibi to prevent anyone from sticking their unwanted nose in our business," Jsymel pointed out.
"True."
"It's certainly a simple one, but good enough to keep outsiders from your true identities," Dumbledore said. He cleared his throat, and then added, "But there's also one more thing. While you're here, you are not to speak of our future. Although I am very tempted to know what happens in the future, I cannot allow you to tell me of this. It will certainly affect time itself. Do you understand?"
All three nodded simultaneously.
"Now I have already prepared a transport for you to go to Diagon Alley. It will come in about two hours." And the silver-bearded professor added, smiling, "Now finish enjoying the finer qualities of a Hogwarts breakfast."
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"I can't believe it; you only have a backpack carry, and I have a backpack and another bag with my laptop inside, and this is how long it takes you to get off the Knight Bus," the black-haired, silver-streaked girl drawled, rather disgustedly. "You're more pathetic than I thought."
The shorter of the two boys glared at her. "It's not my fault I didn't get enough sleep!"
"You're right. I should blame it on your unconsciousness, and since that's part of your brain, I think I should give it a whack or two to remind it," Alma replied, smirking.
"Alma!" Jsymel frowned at her behavior. "Don't provoke him to fight again."
"The things I try to do for a friend," the girl sighed dramatically. "I can only try, Jsymel. I just can't resist it when he gives me an opening to hit him with."
"Then try your hardest to keep your mouth free of such things."
The three of them were standing in front of a certain wizarding pub in London, the Leaky Cauldron. The tallest one of the three (Jsymel) pushed open the door, and the other two followed, all three of them adjusting their eyes to the dimness of the tavern.
Alma, who was nudged to the front by Jsymel, put on a composed air around her(she is the daughter of a multi-billionaire, why shouldn't she be able to do that?) and stepped up to the bartender, who was standing behind the counter. "Excuse me, my companions and I would like to rent rooms here for until summer vacation ends. Do you have any rooms here?"
The bartender put down the glass he was wiping, and looked up at them. "Would you be Ms. Silvers by any chance?"
"Yes."
The toothless wizard stepped out from the counter, and introduced himself, bowing slightly. "I'm Tom, the bartender and keeper of the Leaky Cauldron. Professor Dumbledore had said you three would be coming along this morning; and he requested one room with two beds, and another with one bed. Come along, I'll lead you to your rooms."
They followed Tom up a beautiful wooden stairway that led to a corridor of doors with brass numbers on them, and stopped at the doors with the numbers nine and ten on them.
"Here are your rooms. And some time before you three arrived, your luggage arrived. It's in room nine for you all to sort out. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask!" And he left, without another word.
"Our luggage? Dumbledore never said anything about luggage.... Now that it's mention... we don't have any spare clothes to change into!" Emmett told Jsymel suddenly.
He only shrugged in reply. "The problem will be fixed, I know that for sure."
Alma, who was impatient to find out which room was hers and her luggage, opened the door of room nine and entered the room, not caring at all whether the boys were going to come in or not. Inside the room, was one seemingly comfortable bed, a full-length mirror, a wardrobe, an oak writing desk with a plush chair to go along with it, a handsomely polished coffee table, three one-seater plush chairs, and four suitcases.
However, the only thing that she noticed was the bed; she practically flung herself onto the bed and began to jump on it.
The two teenaged boys could only stand there and stare at the girl jumping on her bed.
(Author's Note: I have a strange obsession with jumping on my bed.... *pats my broken wrist; pops some painkillers in my mouth*)
Finally, she composed herself enough and jumped from the bed to the ground.
Clearly happy (since she had that unmistakable look of bliss upon her face), she announced, "This is my room!"
"I think we can all comprehend that, Alma dearest," was Jsymel's reply.
Alma, ignoring Jsymel's reply, walked towards the suitcases and dragged the two biggest ones out. "These are mines!"
Emmett glared at her. "How do you know those are yours? It doesn't have your name on it."
"Well, it has my stuff in it. See?" And inside the first suitcase was packed full with clothes and some everyday essentials. The other suitcase was barely one-fourth full. It had only contained a few pens, one or two lead-pencils, a whole lot of lead, some erasers, and a small stack of big autumn-colored journals.
He could only scowl at the beyond happy girl and drag out one of the suitcases and took a peek inside. "This one's mines, Jsy. The other one must be yours."
"Okay; and we'll go to our room now, okay?" Jsymel winked at Alma, who shot him a look of thankfulness. "Come on, Emmett. Let's go." And he pulled his suitcase out, with Emmett following him.
And Alma locked the door, to peacefully relax in her wonderfully furnished paradise.
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Emmett banged on the door for the tenth time and receiving no answer from the person inside. "Damn it, Alma! When the hell are you going to answer the damned door?!" he shouted, rather loudly, attracting attention from Jsymel.
"What are you doing, Emmett? You know that she's going to murder you if you're disturbing her; so why bother her at all?" he asked, coming out from their room.
"Hello? Haven't you noticed? Her room is the center of entertainment! She has the coffee table, the plush chairs, and the writing desk! It's our right to be in there! And since she won't open the door for us, then I'll open the door for her," he replied slyly.
The taller one's face paled a bit. "You're not going to do what I think you're doing, right?"
He brought out a box from his pocket. "Picklocks," he grinned proudly. He picked one out and began his operation.
"I'm telling you, man. Don't do it. She is going to murder you!" he whispered harshly.
"It technically is her fault! She's locking us from the room!" The door made a clicking sound, and Emmett twisted the door handle.
Jsymel could only stand in the hallway, knowing what would happen if anyone entered her room when she had locked the door. And it was not pretty at all.
Emmett looked both ways before entering Alma's room. He needed to be careful, not be kicked out of her room and be beaten up mercilessly.
However, what he saw next was not what he expected at all. Alma was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, with a giant towel wrapped around her. Her hair was still dripping wet, but her eyes blazed with fury.
"Get. Out. Now." Were the only words able to come out of her mouth.
And he ran like hell.
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Alma: *twitching*
Arabella: *edging away from Alma*
Akutenshi no Shimetsu: *follows her*
Alma: *screaming* YOU HUMILIATED ME!!!
Arabella: *covers ears* Please review!