Okay, time for a new fan fiction, a new genre! Harry Potter is my new target. But not just any old story, noooooo. My little brother made this one up himself! My nine-year-old brother and I are co-writing this one together.
Of course, this is a lot of a little boy's imagination from his big sister reading to him, so be mindful in reviews that most of this is coming from a little boy. He doesn't mind criticism, but keep it PG rating...
Disclaimer: We do not own J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, but we do own our own thoughts and ourselves. David and Angel are us, after all.
Angel Sari Neko Jeminie Galis- proudly presents Winds of Aeolus.
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Chapter 1: Mission Accepted
"Mom, I'm going to bed!"
"Sissy, wait!" David, my younger brother protested, holding up a book. "You promised!"
My smile spoke everything; I wanted to read, but I was tired. The book waved temptingly in my face, and I took it, sitting down on the green couch again. I hated the color green now.
"Yes, I did promise we'd start the new one today. And we've got to finish by June if we're going to read the fifth one together;" I grinned and opened it. "The Goblet of Fire, by J. K. Rowling. Chapter One: The Riddle House."
"Why's it called Goblet of Fire?" David interrupted.
"You'll find out later," I laughed, feeling evil.
"Are we really going to the Riddle house?"
"Yes. Let's start, shall we?"
He nodded eagerly and waited for me to start, blue eyes shining. I had loved my youngest brother since the day he was born. The two of us had gotten much closer over the past three years.
All because of four wonderful books by an Englishwoman named J. K. Rowling.
"The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House," even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there..."
I continued reading, but more than that, I watched my brother's reaction to the story. It was beautiful; his eyes were glistening with rapt attention and his blond hair seemed to stand on end as I reached the end of the chapter.
"...Two hundred miles away, the boy called Harry Potter woke with a start. End chapter, page fifteen."
"Is Lord Voldemort really going to kill Harry?" David hung off my arm in terror, eyes wide. I chuckled dangerously, knowing it would frighten him.
"Babe, you needn't worry so much," I smiled. "But I will tell you this much; someone will die and Voldemort will rise again."
His eyes went wider than before, if possible, looking like giant dinner plates on his small, freckled face.
"Now go to bed, David, we've got stuff to do in the morning," I glanced at my purple watch. "It's two o'clock in the morning. Good night."
He yawned and fell back on his pillow, but I never saw it hit.
My baby brother had disappeared.
"David!" I shrieked hysterically, diving at the couch immediately. "David?! DAVID!!!!" As suddenly as my fist hit the pillow, everything went a strange shade of blue, which faded to black. Due to the subtle fact that I am terrified of the dark, I did the only thing I could.
I started screaming for my brother.
"DAVID!! DAVID!!" I looked around wildly, hoping against faith that a speck of light, at the least, would appear and light my way. Falling through the air was not the best thing to be doing when swinging around left to right.
"SARAH!!" I heard my little brother's voice, his sweet, innocent voice contorted in a fury of fright that I did not want to think about.
"David, keep talking, I'm coming, baby," I whimpered, then mentally slapped myself. This was no time to panic. Of course, it was better to panic now and revive later, because somehow I knew it was going to get much, much worse.
"Got you!" I shouted seconds later as I found David. More secure in my emotional department and glad that we were both safe for the time-being, I glanced around, noticing that light had indeed appeared.
"Look, Sarah, it's all blue," David said, clutching my waist. A tiny robot of some kind appeared out of no where and started scanning us, or so it seemed, with a white light.
"W-We're changing!" I gulped in awe as a black cape surrounded my shoulders, my black jeans becoming brand-new again, my shirt changing to bright red. The same thing was happening to David. The last thing I noticed to change was our hair; both of us suddenly had sleek black hair, his spiky and wild, and mine short and straight.
There was one change about David that I simply did not want to believe. As our appearances and clothes changed, we had remained mostly the same. But when the light traced us from head to foot, I noticed that I was shrinking. David, however, was growing. Growing at a very fast rate. As suddenly as it had appeared, the robotic thing had changed us both into completely different people, about eleven years old and the same height.
"D-David?" I whispered to him. "Don't be scared, baby. I don't know what's happening, but-"
"-but we'll be all right," he finished. I let out a sigh of relief; he still sounded the same, only a little less squeaky. "We look the same, sis. A-And...I know this sounds crazy, but I th-think...I think I'm smarter."
"S-Smarter?" I cocked my head, letting him go. Whatever was happening, we weren't going to be landing anytime soon. "Like-like what?"
"I-I can read your shirt. I-It says 'Angel'."
Tears sprang to my eyes. He could read. It was one word, but he could READ that one word. David could read. And he could talk, too. Like a normal person.
Any other person would wonder why I would start crying because my brother could read and talk like a normal person. It was a happy moment for me, even though we both looked a lot different than before.
The reason I burst into tears right there was nothing short of a miracle; David had been nine years old when I was reading to him. He couldn't read at all, could barely talk, and was as shy as I had been only a few years earlier.
It was a new miracle.
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"How long have we been falling?" David whined. I guess he couldn't quite shake the more annoying qualities about him. He still was whining.
"About an hour," I answered. My watch read 3:15 AM. So much for trying to get some sleep.
"When do you think we'll get there?"
"I don't even know where 'there' is," I grumbled back. As suddenly as I said "is", we stopped. Not because we had hit the ground, either. We had just abruptly...stopped.
"Where are we?"
"Do I have to say it again?" I sighed. "I don't know."
"Isn't this the sort of thing you write about, in your fan fiction?"
He'd hit the nail on the head.
"Yeah, it is, but why would it be happening to both of us? I mean, usually, it's just a girl going to whatever dimension and she falls in love with whomever she really likes or she changes the world to her liking," I shrugged. "This doesn't exactly fit. No offense, but little boys don't usually get sucked into these things with their sisters following them."
"None taken."
"I wonder what is going to happen to us?"
"I don't know."
I knew that much, but I didn't voice it.
"You both are wonderful, beautiful!" clapped a strange voice. It wasn't deep as much as it was loud. It sounded more tenor than bass.
"Who are you?" I snarled, ready to fight. "What are you looking for? What do you want?"
"I wanted a young man willing to do a favor for me," stated the voice slyly. "I did not know his sister would follow."
My face flushed bright red.
"What'd you expect me to do?!"
"Exactly what you did."
"Uh...lemme get this straight," I said warily. "You didn't expect me to follow him, but you expected it of me anyway?"
"Precisely."
This guy had lost more than a few light bulbs on his Christmas tree.
"Show yourself."
My back stiffened. David's voice was so commanding, so courageous, and so...calm. I hadn't expected him to speak at all. He had that voice that you just couldn't refuse for anything. The kind I hoped my boyfriend would never have.
"Touchy, touchy," chuckled the voice. In front of David and myself appeared an elderly man whom I felt I knew, yet I had never seen him before in my life. "I think I have found the perfect candidate for my experiment."
"Experiment?!" I growled. "Why you-"
"Suppress your anger, little Dragon Angel," he said, a little more sharply than needed.
"No one speaks to my sister like that," David sneered at the old man. "State your business, then leave us be."
Wow. I never knew my brother could be so...cool.
"Well said, young David," smirked the old man. "I shall consider this when writing your parents."
"What are you talking about?" My temper was flaring, and that wasn't good. "Do what he said. Explain!"
"Like sister, like brother, I suppose," the old man shrugged. "I am Aeolus."
"No, you're not," my green eyes flashed. "Aeolus is my best friend, he's only fifteen years old."
"Yes and no," Aeolus smiled. "I am Aeolus, but not the one you know. I'm from the future. We haven't much time, the Hogwarts Express arrives soon. It will take you to your holding house."
"Did you just say the Hogwarts Express?" As suddenly as the anger had taken me, it was pushed out the window with excitement.
"Of course," he smiled. "In return for me bringing you here, I would request of you one thing."
"What?" David asked excitedly. Apparently he felt the same way I did.
"You destroy Lord Voldemort. Had things been made to be the way they are now, he would have escaped yet again after the seven years of Harry's reign as the main character of Rowling's series. I want you to be certain he is disposed of."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" I screeched.
"Let's go!" shouted David.
"Hold your horses, kids," chuckled Aeolus. "First off, there are a few rules to this little adventure. I would suggest keeping your true identities a secret. Things are not always what they seem. I have made arrangements with Dumbledore. You will be made to seem as American transfer students, and will be staying with Hermione Granger for the time before departure, about two weeks."
"That book worm?" David grimaced.
"COOL!" I shouted.
"You must be careful. I have your original bodies here, but that won't help if your minds are destroyed. Tread carefully."
"We will!" the two of us chorused. "Thank you!"
"you're welcome. Sayonara."
As suddenly as we had fallen in the couch, we had appeared at King's Cross Station, between the platforms of 9 and 10.
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Does anyone else smell a big fat rat here? Come on, tell me someone's caught the scent of deceit??? Well, all right, so it's not exactly the best beginning to a fan fiction ever written, but please keep reading. It will get better, trust me.