The chapter which I can't be arsed to think of a name for
Disclaimer: I own nothing except myself. Probably don't even own the plot. Sad huh?
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Third chapter! I finally got Vicky to do some work for this (so see if you can guess which bit she wrote)
I don't know what you mean…..
::Coughyeahrightcough:: Anyway, this is what's happened so far…
For some totally unfeasible reason, Aimie has come into possession of a magical amulet, which has transported her into the magical world of Harry Potter. The others which traveled with her (her Latin class and teacher) have been rather carelessly misplaced somewhere around magical England. She is currently at Hogwarts School, trying to unravel the mystery of what the hell just happened…
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Dumbledore smiled. "It works, doesn't it? I'm going to send you down to get something to eat, and maybe a change of clothes too…."
"If that's a subtle way of telling me my uniform sucks, I know." She said. "Green blouses? It's sheer cruelty."
"Quite." He threw a handful of powder into the fire. "Miss Granger? Come up to my office please."
Hermione Granger? Interesting…
The expected girl stepped out of the fire, fluffy hair, prefect badge and all.
"Ah, Miss Granger, this is Aimie. She's visiting the school today. If you could get her some clean clothes from a spare room and take her down to dinner when it's time."
Hermione smiled. "Hello. I'm the prefect for Gryffindor house."
The girls shook hands. "Nice to meet you."
"Aimie? Fill Hermione in on how you are here, and the current situation, I'm sure she'll be able to help."
"Yes sir." She resisted the urge to salute. They stepped into the fire, and back out into the Gryffindor common room.
"So where did you come from? You definitely sound English, but this is the only English magic school." Hermione was leading her up a flight of stairs to the dormitory.
"I didn't go to a magic school. Up until now I've been a muggle."
She frowned. "Oh, but you can't be. Muggles can't see Hogwarts, and you certainly would be in a lot of shock if you were."
"Um…." Aimie was at a loss for words, (A/N For once.) but the other girl wasn't listening.
"Well, tell me later. Here's your room. Well, I say room, it looks more like a cupboard to me, but it's private. There are clothes in the cupboard, and they fit anyone, clever isn't it? I'll wait for you in the common room, shall I?"
"Er…That would be great."
"Okay, see you in a minute!" The prefect smiled, waved and walked off. Aimie felt a little shell-shocked. The books didn't mention how terrifyingly enthusiastic Hermione was. Scary.
She changed into black trousers and top, and a black cloak over the top. She took her hair out of the plait and left it loose. It got in her way like that, but she preferred it down. (A/N Impractical child.)
Back in the common room, she found Hermione talking to two boys, one with red hair, the other with black.
She went and sat down. "Hi Hermione. Hi Ron. Hi Harry."
"Hi Aimie. This is…you know them." Hermione looked questioning.
"By reputation only." Harry looked unsurprised, Ron looked pleased.
"How?" He asked.
She grinned happily. "I'm just clever like that, I suppose." (A/N Yeah…)
I always wanted to have psychic inside knowledge on everything in the world. Wishes can come true it seems…
"Dumbledore told me to fill you in on how I'm here, so here goes. You see, I have this necklace…"
**I cut this bit 'coz it's boring**
"…So I'm here, and I have six friends and a Latin teacher lost somewhere in the magical world. Which is a little excessive, even for someone as careless as me."
"Cool!" Ron looked delighted. Hermione, on the other hand, looked horrified.
"You LOST your Latin class? AND your teacher?!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Well, I'm going to find them, of course. They can hardly do magic, after all."
"Neither can you!"
"Can, actually. Apparently my pendant will start giving me power. (A/N Mmm…power…) I know a few spells, this thing should help me, and maybe Hermione would help me…?"
The girl tried not to look too pleased. "Of course I will."
"Great. I could use a wand though, I'll have to get one. Using magic without a wand is very draining apparently."
Just at that moment, (A/N Convenient, eh?), a messenger ran through the portrait hole.
"'Scuse me, is anyone here Aimie Scott? Professor Dumbledore told me to give you this."
"Thanks." She took the parcel and opened it. Inside were seven wands, made of different types of wood. There was a note too.
These wands are for you, and your friends when you find them. I am sure Miss Granger will be able to instruct you in their use.
"So that's a magic amulet? I thought I'd never see one of those. But your friends won't be able to use magic yet, you know." (A/N Shut up, Hermione!)
"But Dumbledore said they could. How do get that to happen?"
"Well, you can use linking charms on the people you want to be affected. I read about in Powerful magical objects and their properties."
"Great. Can you tell me how?"
"Hang on, I'll get the book." Hermione dashed upstairs. Ron and Harry sighed.
"So what are you really going to do about this? Other than listen to Hermione go on about your necklace's magical properties, obviously."
Aimie looked at Harry. "What I said. I'm going to find them all."
"Errr…how?"
"Well, I can use this to locate them, and then just go there." The boys looked at her as though she was insane. (and lets face it, she probably was).
"Here it is!!!!!" Hermione was back, clutching a large back volume. "Look, I even found the right chapter."
"Ok, thanks." She read the first few lines.
The amulets of portae praetexta are known for their magical power. When worn by a person they find compatible to their strength, they will bond to that person, giving them enhanced magical ability, powers of transportation, and the power to share their magic with people selected by their host. ("Cool!" Said Ron) The host and those bound to the amulet and host also have a greatly increased life span, like the most powerful witches and wizards (For example Helga Hufflepuff, Merlin, Morgan Le Faye, and Albus Dumbledore.)
Many other powers are attributed to these amulets, but because of their rarity, there is no proof of what they are. It is generally considered that the powers vary according to the personality of the host.
Aimie sat up in shock. "So this things going to reflect my personality?!" (A/N Oh my god, everyone take cover…)
She shook her head, (A/N Trying to shut Vicky up) and stood up.
"Well, thanks for your help, I'll be off."
"What?!"
"Wait a minute!" The other three ran in front of her.
"How do you expect to just go out and find them? I mean, even Harry here wouldn't do something that thick…"
"Hey!"
"Ron's right…"
"Oh, thanks, Hermione…"
"Not about you being thick, idiot! About just going out and looking. You don't even know where to look."
"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, people. I was actually hoping I'd figure out how to use this amulet thing, so I could use it to locate them."
Harry looked doubtful. "There's still no way you'd last long outside school. I think we should come too."
Ron looked delighted. "Yeah, great! Lets go."
"What about lessons?! We can't just leave school!" Put in Hermione.
"Spoilsport." Ron muttered.
"It's the weekend tomorrow, Hermione. We don't have any lessons." Harry grinned at her.
"Oh, but…oh, yeah. I forgot that." She went slightly pink.
"So are you three going to come or not? If you are, now would be a good time."
They nodded. "Just let us get some stuff." They all hurtled up the stairs. Aimie was left on her own by the fire. She was getting some extremely odd looks. (A/N So what's new?)
She opened the package of wands again. Handy that Dumbledore just happened to have a load of wands not belonging to anyone. (A/N Yeah, yeah, I know, but I didn't have time to go to Ollivander's, ok?)
She picked up each wand in turn until one glowed and spat silver sparks at her. Hoping that was a good sign, she shoved it into her pocket, then wrapped up the rest and put them into one of the cloak's pockets.
Hermione came dashing down the stairs, wrapped in a thick travelling cloak, and with a heavy-looking satchel over one shoulder.
"Harry and Ron'll be down in a minute. Do you want to take anything?"
She shook her head. "Nope, I took all my stuff out of my blazer, everything's in the cloak pockets." She looked around in irritation. Oh hurry up, you two! She mentally yelled at the boys. There was a muffled 'ow!' from the staircase and Ron came down scowling.
"There's no need to shout." He said.
"Neither of us said anything, Ron. Where's Harry?" But Ron wasn't listening to Hermione.
"But you shouted 'oh hurry up, you two' at us." He glared at Aimie. She was grinning.
"Cool! Telepathy!"
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They walked carefully through the school corridors. They had discovered that four people under one invisibility cloak was extremely uncomfortable. As soon as they were out in the grounds, Harry pulled off the cloak. "Ok, which way?"
Aimie tried to pull herself together. (A/N Her limbs frequently became disengaged during moments of stress)
Ok, Vicky's the least likely to be shocked and has the best Harry Potter knowledge, so her first.
She concentrated on her friend's face, reaching out and scanning the area… Her head snapped around to the right.
"That way!" She pointed towards the forest. They started to hurry in that direction, when a harsh, cold voice rang across the grounds.
"Potter!"
"Oh no," muttered Ron. "Snape!"
"Fantastic." Said Harry. "Just who we really needed to bump into. Anyone have any ideas?"
"Plenty. But none that would work." Aimie replied.
"I do!" Said Hermione. (Surprise, surprise) "Just agree with what I say."
"Do we ever do anything else?" Harry shot back as Professor Snape neared them.
"Potter. Explain yourself!" He snarled. "And who is that?" He added when he noticed Aimie.
"This is Aimie, professor." Hermione said, with a meaningful look at the other three. "She's a visitor to the school, and Professor Dumbledore told us to show her around."
Snape stood silently for a moment, trying to find something that they were doing wrong. Aimie tried to look innocent, inquiring and respectful at the same time. She failed rather miserably.
"Very well." The teacher growled finally. "Be sure you get inside as soon as you are done." Then he turned and stalked off.
"Good cover, Hermione. Come on, lets go before someone else shows up."
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"She's here somewhere! Really close. We're looking for a girl my age, but slightly smaller, shoulder length blonde hair, fair skin and brown eyes." Aimie looked around as if expecting Vicky to suddenly materialize out of thin air. (If you think about it, this wasn't totally in the realms of impossibility)
"What's she wearing?" asked Hermione.
"Dark blue skirt and blazer, and a bright apple green blouse." The others all stared at her.
"That's your uniform?"
Aimie glared. "Well, don't look at me. It was hardly my idea."
Ron suppressed a grin. "Ok…well at least she shouldn't be too hard to spot." He ducked as the girl took a swipe at him. They all spread out to look.
A white shape contrasting with the black of the forest floor suddenly caught Harry's eye. As he pushed past some branches the light of his wand illuminated the clearing, and he beheld the white shape was a girl. Time seemed to freeze, never before had Harry beheld such beauty - he remembered the unicorn he had seen in his first year, but that seemed dull in comparison - he gazed down on her in wonder, hardly believing his eyes. She started to wake, and as she looked round their eyes met. An explosion seemed to take place in Harry's heart. He had thought it only a fairytale, but there was no denying it - this was true love at first sight…
!!!!!!!!!!STOP!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, Vicky, I'm going to stop right there. I'm going to be as calm and understanding as is reasonable in this situation. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yikes, capitals…And that was my part of the story! **Looks around at all the accusing stares**
What? And you said you would be 'calm and understanding'!
I said I would be as calm and understanding as was reasonable in the situation. In that situation, I was perfectly reasonable! Lets try again…
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Harry spotted a flash of bright green. "Over here!"
Aimie ran over. Pushing aside branches, he saw a girl lying in a dead faint on the floor. "Is this her?"
"Yep, that's Vicky." She pulled out her wand.
"Do you want me to wake her up?" He asked.
"No, I know this spell. I need to practise." She suddenly looked at him thoughtfully. "Actually, Harry…you might want to let Ron and Hermione stand in front of you." She held her wand over her friend. "Enervate." Absolutely nothing happened.
"Er…you pronounce it En-er-vayt, not En-ervayt."
She looked embarrassed. "I knew that. Enervate." This time, the girl stirred and opened her eyes.
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So…I'd better start writing the next chapter now… Find out the answers to all those questions…How will Vicky take the news that she is in a different dimension? Will Aimie find the rest of her friends? How is Deejay getting on with the fauns? Why did Aimie want Harry to stand back from Vicky? Why did Harry and the others trust Aimie in the first place? Find out next chapter! (Or, possibly the next one)
I still don't know what was wrong with my bit…
Shut up Vicky…
