I never put in a real disclaimer's notice, so I'll put it in this chapter.
Everything Harry Potter related belongs to J.K. Rowling. So please don't
sue me. I have assassins, and I'd hate to have to send them after you.
By the way, this chapter is kind of weird. I do NOT believe that J.K.R is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and I don't think that Harry Potter is real. I'm not delusional, this is just part of the plot. (You'll see what I mean after you're done reading this part.)
Chapter 2
Told from Kee-Kee's point of view
We followed Snape down several dimly lit passages. Ramo and Ara were planning possible ways to drive the potions master insane. Ray-Ray and I were much more worried about what was going to happen to us.
"Do you really think we're in another dimension?" Ray-Ray asked.
"Maybe," I replied. "What do you think Dumbledore will do about it?"
"Wouldn't it be great if he let us go to Hogwarts?"
We had reached a large stone gargoyle.
"Potato chip!" Snape snapped.
"Where?" Chippy demanded. "I'm hungry!"
The gargoyle moved aside. Just as it was described in the books, a wall opened revealing a moving spiral staircase. Snape stepped onto the first step and began moving slowly upward. He motioned for us to do the same.
Ramo and Ara giggled. Apparently, their plan to harass Severus was complete.
"Hey Professor," Ara called. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," Severus glared at her.
"Well, half the people who read the Harry Potter books are in love with you. It wouldn't be that hard for you to find one!"
"Harry Potter books? What are you talking about, girl?"
"My name is Ara, not Girl."
I spoke up. "You know, the books about Harry Potter's life at Hogwarts. By J.K. Rowling."
Severus's eyes widened, but that was the only sign that he was surprised. With a soft bump we reached the top of the staircase. A door that led to the headmaster's office was in front of us. Off to the side was a circular area with comfortable chairs and small tables covered with magazines. Either this was a new addition, or it had been left out of the novels. Snape ordered us to wait in the sitting area and stalked into the office. I caught a glimpse of a man with a long white beard before the door snapped shut.
"We decided that next time we're alone with our dear potions master, we're going to ask him loads of questions about the worst memory from Order of the Phoenix," Ramo informed Ray-Ray, Chippy, and me.
"That should be annoying enough to begin with," Ara stated.
Ramo settled back in a squishy brown chair and continued reading the fifth installment of the Harry Potter series. Come to think of it, that was my copy of the book. I sat on the edge of a bright blue chair and began going through the magazines on a glass end table. Witch Weekly. . . Witch Broomstick. . . Yesterday's copy of The Daily Prophet. . . They were all complete with moving pictures. I picked up the copy of Witch Weekly and began learning how to decorate cakes using magic.
"Isn't it weird that we can see Hogwarts?" Ray-Ray asked.
"What do you mean?" Chippy asked.
"In the books it says that muggles can't see Hogwarts. And aren't we muggles?"
"Quiet, I'm trying to figure out this puzzle!" I ordered, not really paying attention.
The door to the office swung open.
"Professor Dumbledore will see you now," Severus said.
"What is this? A clinic? You sound like one of those nurses saying, 'the doctor will see you now'" I informed him.
Ignoring me, Severus stood at the back of the office while we filed past him.
"You realize that we're still in our pajamas, right, Kee-Kee?" Chippy hissed.
I glanced down at my loose-fitting pants that had things like 'I love sleeping' and 'starry night' scrawled all over them. I was also wearing a white tank top and a pair of fuzzy green slippers. I shrugged. I liked my pajamas.
"Good evening, ladies," Dumbledore greeted us. He sat behind a large desk.
We all mumbled a greeting at the same time. I glanced at the clock on the desk. It was only 9:30 P.M. here.
The office was inviting with a blazing fire and tables covered with strange instruments. I hoped someone would leave me alone in this room sometime so I could check these things out. Moving figures sat in the numerous pictures on the room's walls. A half-grown phoenix dozed on a fancy silver perch.
"Professor Snape has told me about your arrival. Will you please tell me in detail what happened?"
Ara began our explanation. "It was about 1:30 in the morning and we were sitting around in a circle. There was a pile of stuff in the middle, and we started this little dance thing. . ."
She moved on to relate how the swirling circle of light had covered us.
"And then we found ourselves in Professor Snape's office," Ara finished.
Dumbledore frowned. "What was in the center of your circle?"
"A black cloak I bought last Halloween, a spoon, and my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," I informed him.
"Ah," the headmaster murmured, "you accidentally performed the Pridentra Charm. Highly advanced magic. J.K. Rowling is the only person this century who can do it at will."
"What does the charm do?" Chippy inquired.
"It transports the user or users between dimensions--"
"I knew it!" I interrupted.
Dumbledore smiled and continued. "It seems our friend Ms. Rowling may have used her experiences in this dimension to sell books in another. Do you have this Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix book with you?"
Ramo handed the novel to the man. I watched him flip through the chapters. A frown formed on his kindly face as he read sections about the Order. He appeared rather concerned as he reached the part about the prophesy Trelawny had made.
"Well," he snapped the book shut, "It seem that Ms. Rowling somehow knows more than I suspected. While this seems like a wonderful story, I am afraid that I cannot allow you girls to keep this."
Before any of us could respond, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and set the corner of my book on fire. It was reduced to a small pile of ashes in a matter of seconds.
"Dude!" I hollered. "You can't just go around setting people's things on fire! I paid good money for that!"
"I apologize. However, if this book were to fall into Voldemort's hands, the results could be catastrophic. It contains far too much valuable information. I will repay you so that you can replace it when you return to your own dimension."
"When do we go home?" Ray-Ray sounded slightly disappointed. We both wanted to stay here.
"We'll need J.K. Rowling's help to get back to your own dimension. She isn't due back in this world for about a year or so. So you five will have to stay here. Don't worry, though. When you switch dimensions on accident, a copy of your body is left behind so your parents won't even realize you've left. The copy will look and think just like you. And when you return, you'll be able to learn everything your 'clones' have."
"So it's kind of like the time turner," I murmured. "You can be in two places at once."
"Not exactly, but it's the same general idea," Dumbledore said. "Now where are you girls from? The United States, by any chance?"
"Yeah, kind of out west in a land-locked state," Ramo said vaguely. She's a bit paranoid and wouldn't tell him exactly where we lived.
Dumbledore didn't seem to mind her vague answer. "Just on last question before I let you girls go to bed. What are your full names?"
"I'm Kee-Kee um. . . von Darr," I replied. So what if my real name isn't Kee-Kee? "And that's my sister Chippy von Darr."
I could tell that Dumbledore didn't believe me. Must be that whole freaky Legilimency thing. He wrote down the names anyway and didn't say anything. My friends followed my lead and also gave Dumbledore their nicknames and a fake last name.
"I'm Ramodaous Wiircastle. Ramo for short."
"Ray-Ray Tiliribob."
"Ara Silverduck."
"Very well," Dumbledore closed the book he had written our names in. "Severus, please escort them to a guest room. I will send someone to bring you to breakfast in the morning. I understand that finding your way around Hogwarts can be difficult for a few days. We will discuss this more tomorrow. I have other issues to attend to at the moment. I bid you all goodnight."
He vanished up a flight of stairs at the rear of the office.
By the way, this chapter is kind of weird. I do NOT believe that J.K.R is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and I don't think that Harry Potter is real. I'm not delusional, this is just part of the plot. (You'll see what I mean after you're done reading this part.)
Chapter 2
Told from Kee-Kee's point of view
We followed Snape down several dimly lit passages. Ramo and Ara were planning possible ways to drive the potions master insane. Ray-Ray and I were much more worried about what was going to happen to us.
"Do you really think we're in another dimension?" Ray-Ray asked.
"Maybe," I replied. "What do you think Dumbledore will do about it?"
"Wouldn't it be great if he let us go to Hogwarts?"
We had reached a large stone gargoyle.
"Potato chip!" Snape snapped.
"Where?" Chippy demanded. "I'm hungry!"
The gargoyle moved aside. Just as it was described in the books, a wall opened revealing a moving spiral staircase. Snape stepped onto the first step and began moving slowly upward. He motioned for us to do the same.
Ramo and Ara giggled. Apparently, their plan to harass Severus was complete.
"Hey Professor," Ara called. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," Severus glared at her.
"Well, half the people who read the Harry Potter books are in love with you. It wouldn't be that hard for you to find one!"
"Harry Potter books? What are you talking about, girl?"
"My name is Ara, not Girl."
I spoke up. "You know, the books about Harry Potter's life at Hogwarts. By J.K. Rowling."
Severus's eyes widened, but that was the only sign that he was surprised. With a soft bump we reached the top of the staircase. A door that led to the headmaster's office was in front of us. Off to the side was a circular area with comfortable chairs and small tables covered with magazines. Either this was a new addition, or it had been left out of the novels. Snape ordered us to wait in the sitting area and stalked into the office. I caught a glimpse of a man with a long white beard before the door snapped shut.
"We decided that next time we're alone with our dear potions master, we're going to ask him loads of questions about the worst memory from Order of the Phoenix," Ramo informed Ray-Ray, Chippy, and me.
"That should be annoying enough to begin with," Ara stated.
Ramo settled back in a squishy brown chair and continued reading the fifth installment of the Harry Potter series. Come to think of it, that was my copy of the book. I sat on the edge of a bright blue chair and began going through the magazines on a glass end table. Witch Weekly. . . Witch Broomstick. . . Yesterday's copy of The Daily Prophet. . . They were all complete with moving pictures. I picked up the copy of Witch Weekly and began learning how to decorate cakes using magic.
"Isn't it weird that we can see Hogwarts?" Ray-Ray asked.
"What do you mean?" Chippy asked.
"In the books it says that muggles can't see Hogwarts. And aren't we muggles?"
"Quiet, I'm trying to figure out this puzzle!" I ordered, not really paying attention.
The door to the office swung open.
"Professor Dumbledore will see you now," Severus said.
"What is this? A clinic? You sound like one of those nurses saying, 'the doctor will see you now'" I informed him.
Ignoring me, Severus stood at the back of the office while we filed past him.
"You realize that we're still in our pajamas, right, Kee-Kee?" Chippy hissed.
I glanced down at my loose-fitting pants that had things like 'I love sleeping' and 'starry night' scrawled all over them. I was also wearing a white tank top and a pair of fuzzy green slippers. I shrugged. I liked my pajamas.
"Good evening, ladies," Dumbledore greeted us. He sat behind a large desk.
We all mumbled a greeting at the same time. I glanced at the clock on the desk. It was only 9:30 P.M. here.
The office was inviting with a blazing fire and tables covered with strange instruments. I hoped someone would leave me alone in this room sometime so I could check these things out. Moving figures sat in the numerous pictures on the room's walls. A half-grown phoenix dozed on a fancy silver perch.
"Professor Snape has told me about your arrival. Will you please tell me in detail what happened?"
Ara began our explanation. "It was about 1:30 in the morning and we were sitting around in a circle. There was a pile of stuff in the middle, and we started this little dance thing. . ."
She moved on to relate how the swirling circle of light had covered us.
"And then we found ourselves in Professor Snape's office," Ara finished.
Dumbledore frowned. "What was in the center of your circle?"
"A black cloak I bought last Halloween, a spoon, and my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," I informed him.
"Ah," the headmaster murmured, "you accidentally performed the Pridentra Charm. Highly advanced magic. J.K. Rowling is the only person this century who can do it at will."
"What does the charm do?" Chippy inquired.
"It transports the user or users between dimensions--"
"I knew it!" I interrupted.
Dumbledore smiled and continued. "It seems our friend Ms. Rowling may have used her experiences in this dimension to sell books in another. Do you have this Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix book with you?"
Ramo handed the novel to the man. I watched him flip through the chapters. A frown formed on his kindly face as he read sections about the Order. He appeared rather concerned as he reached the part about the prophesy Trelawny had made.
"Well," he snapped the book shut, "It seem that Ms. Rowling somehow knows more than I suspected. While this seems like a wonderful story, I am afraid that I cannot allow you girls to keep this."
Before any of us could respond, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and set the corner of my book on fire. It was reduced to a small pile of ashes in a matter of seconds.
"Dude!" I hollered. "You can't just go around setting people's things on fire! I paid good money for that!"
"I apologize. However, if this book were to fall into Voldemort's hands, the results could be catastrophic. It contains far too much valuable information. I will repay you so that you can replace it when you return to your own dimension."
"When do we go home?" Ray-Ray sounded slightly disappointed. We both wanted to stay here.
"We'll need J.K. Rowling's help to get back to your own dimension. She isn't due back in this world for about a year or so. So you five will have to stay here. Don't worry, though. When you switch dimensions on accident, a copy of your body is left behind so your parents won't even realize you've left. The copy will look and think just like you. And when you return, you'll be able to learn everything your 'clones' have."
"So it's kind of like the time turner," I murmured. "You can be in two places at once."
"Not exactly, but it's the same general idea," Dumbledore said. "Now where are you girls from? The United States, by any chance?"
"Yeah, kind of out west in a land-locked state," Ramo said vaguely. She's a bit paranoid and wouldn't tell him exactly where we lived.
Dumbledore didn't seem to mind her vague answer. "Just on last question before I let you girls go to bed. What are your full names?"
"I'm Kee-Kee um. . . von Darr," I replied. So what if my real name isn't Kee-Kee? "And that's my sister Chippy von Darr."
I could tell that Dumbledore didn't believe me. Must be that whole freaky Legilimency thing. He wrote down the names anyway and didn't say anything. My friends followed my lead and also gave Dumbledore their nicknames and a fake last name.
"I'm Ramodaous Wiircastle. Ramo for short."
"Ray-Ray Tiliribob."
"Ara Silverduck."
"Very well," Dumbledore closed the book he had written our names in. "Severus, please escort them to a guest room. I will send someone to bring you to breakfast in the morning. I understand that finding your way around Hogwarts can be difficult for a few days. We will discuss this more tomorrow. I have other issues to attend to at the moment. I bid you all goodnight."
He vanished up a flight of stairs at the rear of the office.