Author's Note: Some more people reviewed and I haven't thanked them yet,
Vooda Tribal, G and WindRider-Damia. It really helps me when I know that
people are actually reading and appreciating (I hope you all like it) my
work. Anyways, the next chapter is coming right up.
Oh and I edited the second chapter so I added some stuff to the end of it. If you are reading this as an update, I suggest that you look at the end of the second chapter and make sure that you haven't missed anything.
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Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is waiting to take you away.
Waiting to take you away.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
We got everything you need.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is hoping to take you away.
Hoping to take you away.
Ah, the Magical Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is coming to take you away.
Coming to take you away.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is dying to take you away.
Dying to take you away.
Take you today.
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Rose stretched lazily and reached to the side of her bed for her clock. It wasn't there. She fumbled as she searched for it with her hand, but there still were no results.
Rose groaned, "Helen - Get me my clock, OK?" There was no answer. "Helen?" No reply. "Ugh, she probably is in some guy's bed right now." She mumbled and slowly opened her eyes. Rose positively jumped when she saw that she was not in her dorm, at home or anywhere that she remembered. "Ohmygod!" She gasped at rushed to the nearest window. As she looked out of it and saw hurrying figures across a lawn, last night's memories came flooding back to her. "Noo-" she wished with all her might that it was a dream, that with all the magical powers around there she could be transported back to where she came from.
The door clicked and she whirled around to face Minerva. "Ah, I see that you are awake." She nodded and backed away from the intruder. "We've got a whole lot of work to do around here so I suggest that you get dressed and come down to breakfast."
"You're, you're keeping me here?"
"Oh no, we're certainly not."
"Than can I go? I-" Rose had suddenly remembered all that she missed back home, and especially Sam. But Sam brought back HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE, and that brought her here. She definitely did not want to be thinking about what kind of magic that book held. "You're Minerva McGonagall?"
Minerva jumped back. "Of course! How did you know?" Her eyes inspected Rose for clues.
"I, well I-"
"Nevermind." McGonagall interrupted. "I'll find out later. First, you've got to get dressed. I'll be waiting outside your door when you're done." With that the woman was gone.
Rose stood in the center of the room, befuddled and entirely confused. She frowned at preceded to put on a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. When she reached Minerva, the teacher gasped and put her hands over her mouth.
"Oh, that won't do!"
"What?"
"Oh, we've got to get you some robes. Oh dear, oh dear." The woman paused and then took Rose by the hand. "Come along."
***
The more and more time Rose spent around the magical people the more and more she became convinced that she was living in a book. She knew all of the teachers by name, but she didn't let anyone know. After the incident with McGonagall, she realized that these people had no idea that there was a book about them.
"Where's Harry?" Rose asked while she was helping Madam Pince sort out books.
Madam Pince looked sharply at Rose. "Harry?"
"Yes."
"He will be arriving with the rest of the school." The librarian seemed to be deep in thought. "How do you know about him?"
"Well-I-"
"No one's talked about him all summer."
"Well-"
"I guess maybe a couple have."
Rose latched on to the idea. "Yes, yes."
"Well, that still seems odd-" the librarian murmured.
"Was I not supposed to know?" Rose interrupted.
"Oh, no - Er, yes."
"Oh." Rose had to remember to keep her mouth shut, or else everything could go horribly wrong. If the teachers found out about the book there would surely be a mess.
***
"Dumbledore?" In just a few hours Rose had become quite familiar with most of the teachers. She, of course, knew many of their personal histories, so she carefully stayed away from Serverus Snape.
"Yes?"
"At what time exactly are the students coming?"
"They should be here at about 6:00 or 7:00 P.M."
"So-will I join the Sorting?"
Dumbledore stopped eating his lunch at looked at Rose. "Rose, you surprise me every minute by your depth of knowledge. I told no one to tell you about the Sorting, and yet you know. The staff has been extremely careful not to talk about Harry, as we are all still in shock about last year. And yet Madam Pince told me that you knew who he was."
Rose bit her nails. She had to be so careful and play dumb, and she wasn't doing a very good job of it. "Yes-"
"And you are even on a first name basis with THE Harry Potter."
"I-"
"Maybe you aren't a Muggle after all."
"Oh no. That's - I'm no witch."
"It's not a bad thing. You see, I think you are forgetting about destiny." Rose looked around nervously and felt like she was being cornered. "Destiny is a curious thing." Dumbledore chewed on a piece of celery. "Rose, you are meant to be here. You obviously know more about us than some of our own. I never told Professor Sprout that Hagrid is on a certain trip. And yet you know."
"I-I can't explain it."
"I know. I'm sure you'll tell us when it's time."
Rose sat in her seat feeling cheated. True to the book, Dumbledore really did seem to know everything.
***
Rose tapped McGonagall on the shoulder. "I wrote the letter."
Minerva had been gazing at the Gryffindor portrait and gave a start, caught in the act. "Oh! My dear, you scared me."
"I wrote the letter."
"Thank you. May I see it?" Rose quickly obliged.
~
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am fine. I am in a secret location and there is no need to worry about me. My caretakers are wonderful, but I don't know when I will be coming back. I am here on my own free will. Well actually there is no other place I can go. There is good food here and everything is clean. I will NOT catch cold, Mom.
But please tell the police not to look for me. I am on a particular mission, and I can't say what. Maybe one of you knows, because this has to do with a certain belief or religion. But don't get confused about that.
I love you very much and say Hi to everyone at my school for me and also Aunt Kathy and Uncle Bill.
Love from your daughter,
Rose Bristeman
~
"Good. I'll send it," McGonagall replied.
"Are you sure it'll work?"
"Rose, if you doubt us, then you can go back."
"Oh. It just worries me. With the war-"
"Darling, what Muggle war?"
"Oh, there's this big war, but it's not in the US. I don't think my parents will be bombed or anything but-"
"I want your trust. I want you to feel secure about staying here, because this is going to take a lot of guts. It'll be a whole new set of people to deal with and we aren't going to be there to help you when the students come." Rose cracked a smile when she thought about her already-made acquaintance made by her reading. McGonagall read this by thinking she was ready for the stay. "I am happy with your choice."
"Wait!"
"Yes?" McGonagall frowned.
"Is there a way that I can find my news?"
"YOUR news?" Minerva teased her.
"Well-"
"Yes, I'll think of something."
"Thanks. Oh, and am I going to be Sorted?"
"Yes, let's see, that is a problem." McGonagall paused in thought. "I'm going to talk to Dumbledore. Why don't you go to your room? Oh yes, we have to change that too." Rose stood still, waiting for a direct command. "Go to your room, yes. I'll be there soon."
"The password?"
"Sorry! It's FERNS." Minerva didn't seem to notice Rose had known that one had to know a password to get into a bedroom. Rose quickly hurried off in the direction of the Professor's Wing.
***
About fifteen minutes later Rose heard a knock at her door.
"Rose?"
"Coming!"
She jumped off her bed and opened the door. "Dumbledore has decided to sort you. How old are you again?" Minerva said.
"Fifteen. I'm a freshman in high school."
"What's that?"
"Never mind."
Minerva looked quizzically at her. "Oh. Well anyways, that would be a fifth year. And you certainly aren't ready for that." Rose nodded vigorously. "So we're going to train you individually. You show some promise. After about two weeks you will join the appropriate year we have accessed you to be in."
"OK."
"Here are some extra robes. You need books for your classes, but they will come after you are in a standard class. For now we will teach you from our own books. We will also provide you with everything else at the moment." McGonagall handed her a package. "Those are your robes."
"Uh, who will be my tutor?"
"Dumbledore will decide that. I personally don't know."
"Oh."
"Let's go down to the Great Hall. There is a staff meeting taking place right now. I will ask Dumbledore for your tutor and then you can go to the library and start your first assignment. Madam Pince will come and get you for the Sorting."
"All right. But where will I sleep?"
"I think we'll put you with the 5th years."
Rose nodded and followed McGonagall through the numerous hallways.
***
"Snape. SNAPE! Are they trying to kill me? Ugh, the stupid people in books these days-" Rose could be heard muttering on her way to the library. "And the essay has to be five parchments long! I never believed Rowling but now I do! I am going to wring that person's neck who created this stupid magic world!" I'm in for a horrible year, she thought.
But in the shadows of the hallway, a dark shape could be seen following the girl. It made no noise, and Rose was oblivious to it. The air through which it passed began to smell of evil. It was anything other than good.
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Author's Note: I don't know how good this one was, but tell me in your review! You are going to review, right? Hehe, I hope you are. YOU BETTER!! No more story if there are no more reviews! NOW GET WRITING!! Oh and thanks to all the people who reviewed again! You rock! Ok that sounded dorky- Just R+R! Ok I am going to shut up now.
Oh and I edited the second chapter so I added some stuff to the end of it. If you are reading this as an update, I suggest that you look at the end of the second chapter and make sure that you haven't missed anything.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is waiting to take you away.
Waiting to take you away.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
We got everything you need.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is hoping to take you away.
Hoping to take you away.
Ah, the Magical Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is coming to take you away.
Coming to take you away.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is dying to take you away.
Dying to take you away.
Take you today.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rose stretched lazily and reached to the side of her bed for her clock. It wasn't there. She fumbled as she searched for it with her hand, but there still were no results.
Rose groaned, "Helen - Get me my clock, OK?" There was no answer. "Helen?" No reply. "Ugh, she probably is in some guy's bed right now." She mumbled and slowly opened her eyes. Rose positively jumped when she saw that she was not in her dorm, at home or anywhere that she remembered. "Ohmygod!" She gasped at rushed to the nearest window. As she looked out of it and saw hurrying figures across a lawn, last night's memories came flooding back to her. "Noo-" she wished with all her might that it was a dream, that with all the magical powers around there she could be transported back to where she came from.
The door clicked and she whirled around to face Minerva. "Ah, I see that you are awake." She nodded and backed away from the intruder. "We've got a whole lot of work to do around here so I suggest that you get dressed and come down to breakfast."
"You're, you're keeping me here?"
"Oh no, we're certainly not."
"Than can I go? I-" Rose had suddenly remembered all that she missed back home, and especially Sam. But Sam brought back HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE, and that brought her here. She definitely did not want to be thinking about what kind of magic that book held. "You're Minerva McGonagall?"
Minerva jumped back. "Of course! How did you know?" Her eyes inspected Rose for clues.
"I, well I-"
"Nevermind." McGonagall interrupted. "I'll find out later. First, you've got to get dressed. I'll be waiting outside your door when you're done." With that the woman was gone.
Rose stood in the center of the room, befuddled and entirely confused. She frowned at preceded to put on a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. When she reached Minerva, the teacher gasped and put her hands over her mouth.
"Oh, that won't do!"
"What?"
"Oh, we've got to get you some robes. Oh dear, oh dear." The woman paused and then took Rose by the hand. "Come along."
***
The more and more time Rose spent around the magical people the more and more she became convinced that she was living in a book. She knew all of the teachers by name, but she didn't let anyone know. After the incident with McGonagall, she realized that these people had no idea that there was a book about them.
"Where's Harry?" Rose asked while she was helping Madam Pince sort out books.
Madam Pince looked sharply at Rose. "Harry?"
"Yes."
"He will be arriving with the rest of the school." The librarian seemed to be deep in thought. "How do you know about him?"
"Well-I-"
"No one's talked about him all summer."
"Well-"
"I guess maybe a couple have."
Rose latched on to the idea. "Yes, yes."
"Well, that still seems odd-" the librarian murmured.
"Was I not supposed to know?" Rose interrupted.
"Oh, no - Er, yes."
"Oh." Rose had to remember to keep her mouth shut, or else everything could go horribly wrong. If the teachers found out about the book there would surely be a mess.
***
"Dumbledore?" In just a few hours Rose had become quite familiar with most of the teachers. She, of course, knew many of their personal histories, so she carefully stayed away from Serverus Snape.
"Yes?"
"At what time exactly are the students coming?"
"They should be here at about 6:00 or 7:00 P.M."
"So-will I join the Sorting?"
Dumbledore stopped eating his lunch at looked at Rose. "Rose, you surprise me every minute by your depth of knowledge. I told no one to tell you about the Sorting, and yet you know. The staff has been extremely careful not to talk about Harry, as we are all still in shock about last year. And yet Madam Pince told me that you knew who he was."
Rose bit her nails. She had to be so careful and play dumb, and she wasn't doing a very good job of it. "Yes-"
"And you are even on a first name basis with THE Harry Potter."
"I-"
"Maybe you aren't a Muggle after all."
"Oh no. That's - I'm no witch."
"It's not a bad thing. You see, I think you are forgetting about destiny." Rose looked around nervously and felt like she was being cornered. "Destiny is a curious thing." Dumbledore chewed on a piece of celery. "Rose, you are meant to be here. You obviously know more about us than some of our own. I never told Professor Sprout that Hagrid is on a certain trip. And yet you know."
"I-I can't explain it."
"I know. I'm sure you'll tell us when it's time."
Rose sat in her seat feeling cheated. True to the book, Dumbledore really did seem to know everything.
***
Rose tapped McGonagall on the shoulder. "I wrote the letter."
Minerva had been gazing at the Gryffindor portrait and gave a start, caught in the act. "Oh! My dear, you scared me."
"I wrote the letter."
"Thank you. May I see it?" Rose quickly obliged.
~
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am fine. I am in a secret location and there is no need to worry about me. My caretakers are wonderful, but I don't know when I will be coming back. I am here on my own free will. Well actually there is no other place I can go. There is good food here and everything is clean. I will NOT catch cold, Mom.
But please tell the police not to look for me. I am on a particular mission, and I can't say what. Maybe one of you knows, because this has to do with a certain belief or religion. But don't get confused about that.
I love you very much and say Hi to everyone at my school for me and also Aunt Kathy and Uncle Bill.
Love from your daughter,
Rose Bristeman
~
"Good. I'll send it," McGonagall replied.
"Are you sure it'll work?"
"Rose, if you doubt us, then you can go back."
"Oh. It just worries me. With the war-"
"Darling, what Muggle war?"
"Oh, there's this big war, but it's not in the US. I don't think my parents will be bombed or anything but-"
"I want your trust. I want you to feel secure about staying here, because this is going to take a lot of guts. It'll be a whole new set of people to deal with and we aren't going to be there to help you when the students come." Rose cracked a smile when she thought about her already-made acquaintance made by her reading. McGonagall read this by thinking she was ready for the stay. "I am happy with your choice."
"Wait!"
"Yes?" McGonagall frowned.
"Is there a way that I can find my news?"
"YOUR news?" Minerva teased her.
"Well-"
"Yes, I'll think of something."
"Thanks. Oh, and am I going to be Sorted?"
"Yes, let's see, that is a problem." McGonagall paused in thought. "I'm going to talk to Dumbledore. Why don't you go to your room? Oh yes, we have to change that too." Rose stood still, waiting for a direct command. "Go to your room, yes. I'll be there soon."
"The password?"
"Sorry! It's FERNS." Minerva didn't seem to notice Rose had known that one had to know a password to get into a bedroom. Rose quickly hurried off in the direction of the Professor's Wing.
***
About fifteen minutes later Rose heard a knock at her door.
"Rose?"
"Coming!"
She jumped off her bed and opened the door. "Dumbledore has decided to sort you. How old are you again?" Minerva said.
"Fifteen. I'm a freshman in high school."
"What's that?"
"Never mind."
Minerva looked quizzically at her. "Oh. Well anyways, that would be a fifth year. And you certainly aren't ready for that." Rose nodded vigorously. "So we're going to train you individually. You show some promise. After about two weeks you will join the appropriate year we have accessed you to be in."
"OK."
"Here are some extra robes. You need books for your classes, but they will come after you are in a standard class. For now we will teach you from our own books. We will also provide you with everything else at the moment." McGonagall handed her a package. "Those are your robes."
"Uh, who will be my tutor?"
"Dumbledore will decide that. I personally don't know."
"Oh."
"Let's go down to the Great Hall. There is a staff meeting taking place right now. I will ask Dumbledore for your tutor and then you can go to the library and start your first assignment. Madam Pince will come and get you for the Sorting."
"All right. But where will I sleep?"
"I think we'll put you with the 5th years."
Rose nodded and followed McGonagall through the numerous hallways.
***
"Snape. SNAPE! Are they trying to kill me? Ugh, the stupid people in books these days-" Rose could be heard muttering on her way to the library. "And the essay has to be five parchments long! I never believed Rowling but now I do! I am going to wring that person's neck who created this stupid magic world!" I'm in for a horrible year, she thought.
But in the shadows of the hallway, a dark shape could be seen following the girl. It made no noise, and Rose was oblivious to it. The air through which it passed began to smell of evil. It was anything other than good.
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Author's Note: I don't know how good this one was, but tell me in your review! You are going to review, right? Hehe, I hope you are. YOU BETTER!! No more story if there are no more reviews! NOW GET WRITING!! Oh and thanks to all the people who reviewed again! You rock! Ok that sounded dorky- Just R+R! Ok I am going to shut up now.