On the Other Side of Reality
Chapter Four: An Expected Guest
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.
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I awoke suddenly to hear noises in coming from my living room. I had forgotten to lock the door. My joy was replaced by fear. I looked at the clock: It read 12:05 am.
I got up silently and grabbed the vase that was on my bedside table. Thankfully, it had no flowers or water within.
I crept down the hallway and heard a man's voice, "There is a way, all you need is a simple spell..."
Could it be? There was only one way to find out.
I jumped from inside the hallway, and saw Sirius Black sitting in front of my fire.
"Oh my God! It's you, isn't it?" I screamed in half ecstasy, half fear, dropping the vase (Luckily it landed on the couch in front of me, so it didn't break.
He realized that I wasn't all that scared of him, so he didn't flee.
"Excuse me?" he said.
He didn't know who I was, so I tried to act like I didn't know him.
"I mean, who are you and what are you doing in my house?" that sounded a bit more authentic.
"You're not a witch?" he asked.
"No, I'm just a muggle," Oops!
He approached me with a puzzled look on his face. "You say you're not a witch, but you know what a muggle is. You have to be hiding something because I can tell a wizarding house a mile off."
He was very smart in real life, and I panicked. Dare I tell him the truth?
"Okay, fine... I can..."
I couldn't put what I wanted into words, so I just transformed in front of him.
He didn't look the least bit surprised when I flew around the room.
"So you are a witch," he said, once I was back on the ground.
"No, actually I'm not," I said. He didn't look like he believed me.
"I swear I'm not," I tried to assure him.
He looked me up and down. "Maybe you're not," he said at last, looking relieved. "You didn't scream in terror when you saw me."
"Should I have?" I was still playing the innocent.
"Never mind," he said.
Let me explain to you the pressure I was under. I had walked in on him during the scene of "The Goblet of Fire" when Sirius is helping Harry with the horntail. I was having trouble between telling him the truth or pretending I was a clueless muggle. I had already shown him that I was an animagi, but he obviously thought that I was a squib of some kind.
"You don't look so good," I said, after a long silence. He looked a lot less handsome in real life than he did in my mind. "It's late. Would you like to stay a while? Have something to eat?" It was hard not to feel sorry for him, knowing what he'd been through.
He gave me an odd look. "You really aren't a witch, are you? You must be some kind of animagi squib. You obviously know about our world, because you aren't surprised at hearing about it."
"That's true, I do know about your world. I know you're a wizard, because you were talking through my fireplace." I giggled a little. It sounded pretty funny coming from me.
He smiled. "Well I couldn't stay, I don't want to disturb you. You don't even know who I am."
"Tell me your name then," I said. I wanted to hear it so badly.
"I am...er... James, James Potter," he said.
That was not the name I wanted to hear. I guessed he was trying to cover up for himself. I knew I couldn't reveal too much to him about who I really was, so I didn't argue with him.
"Well, James, I'm Amelia Hippert. Nice to meet you."
"You're an American, then?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, smiling. "You can stay, now that we know each other."
He smiled back. "Allright then, if you don't mind. I'm only staying for one night though," he said.
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I had no idea what to cook for him, so I told him to take a shower while I rummaged through some cookbooks that I had. I found one that involved chicken and rice, and I remembered that he liked chicken from The Goblet of Fire.
I had some chicken in the freezer, so I put it in some hot water to thaw. While I waited for it to be ready to cook, I put his clothes in the washer so they'd be clean when he was out. They were very dirty.
"James" was taking an unusually long shower, as I expected, so everything was done when he came out. He smelled the chicken from the hallway..
"You like?" I asked.
He smiled again. It made him look very handsome. Even more so, now that he was clean. "Thank you," he said.
"It's nothing," I said with a laugh.
"It's more of a something than you'll ever know," he replied.
Chapter Four: An Expected Guest
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.
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I awoke suddenly to hear noises in coming from my living room. I had forgotten to lock the door. My joy was replaced by fear. I looked at the clock: It read 12:05 am.
I got up silently and grabbed the vase that was on my bedside table. Thankfully, it had no flowers or water within.
I crept down the hallway and heard a man's voice, "There is a way, all you need is a simple spell..."
Could it be? There was only one way to find out.
I jumped from inside the hallway, and saw Sirius Black sitting in front of my fire.
"Oh my God! It's you, isn't it?" I screamed in half ecstasy, half fear, dropping the vase (Luckily it landed on the couch in front of me, so it didn't break.
He realized that I wasn't all that scared of him, so he didn't flee.
"Excuse me?" he said.
He didn't know who I was, so I tried to act like I didn't know him.
"I mean, who are you and what are you doing in my house?" that sounded a bit more authentic.
"You're not a witch?" he asked.
"No, I'm just a muggle," Oops!
He approached me with a puzzled look on his face. "You say you're not a witch, but you know what a muggle is. You have to be hiding something because I can tell a wizarding house a mile off."
He was very smart in real life, and I panicked. Dare I tell him the truth?
"Okay, fine... I can..."
I couldn't put what I wanted into words, so I just transformed in front of him.
He didn't look the least bit surprised when I flew around the room.
"So you are a witch," he said, once I was back on the ground.
"No, actually I'm not," I said. He didn't look like he believed me.
"I swear I'm not," I tried to assure him.
He looked me up and down. "Maybe you're not," he said at last, looking relieved. "You didn't scream in terror when you saw me."
"Should I have?" I was still playing the innocent.
"Never mind," he said.
Let me explain to you the pressure I was under. I had walked in on him during the scene of "The Goblet of Fire" when Sirius is helping Harry with the horntail. I was having trouble between telling him the truth or pretending I was a clueless muggle. I had already shown him that I was an animagi, but he obviously thought that I was a squib of some kind.
"You don't look so good," I said, after a long silence. He looked a lot less handsome in real life than he did in my mind. "It's late. Would you like to stay a while? Have something to eat?" It was hard not to feel sorry for him, knowing what he'd been through.
He gave me an odd look. "You really aren't a witch, are you? You must be some kind of animagi squib. You obviously know about our world, because you aren't surprised at hearing about it."
"That's true, I do know about your world. I know you're a wizard, because you were talking through my fireplace." I giggled a little. It sounded pretty funny coming from me.
He smiled. "Well I couldn't stay, I don't want to disturb you. You don't even know who I am."
"Tell me your name then," I said. I wanted to hear it so badly.
"I am...er... James, James Potter," he said.
That was not the name I wanted to hear. I guessed he was trying to cover up for himself. I knew I couldn't reveal too much to him about who I really was, so I didn't argue with him.
"Well, James, I'm Amelia Hippert. Nice to meet you."
"You're an American, then?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, smiling. "You can stay, now that we know each other."
He smiled back. "Allright then, if you don't mind. I'm only staying for one night though," he said.
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I had no idea what to cook for him, so I told him to take a shower while I rummaged through some cookbooks that I had. I found one that involved chicken and rice, and I remembered that he liked chicken from The Goblet of Fire.
I had some chicken in the freezer, so I put it in some hot water to thaw. While I waited for it to be ready to cook, I put his clothes in the washer so they'd be clean when he was out. They were very dirty.
"James" was taking an unusually long shower, as I expected, so everything was done when he came out. He smelled the chicken from the hallway..
"You like?" I asked.
He smiled again. It made him look very handsome. Even more so, now that he was clean. "Thank you," he said.
"It's nothing," I said with a laugh.
"It's more of a something than you'll ever know," he replied.