Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's
Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff
is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to
pass the time before classes. (I really do write between college classes.
in the halls, in the café, in the labs, and in the library.)
Badly confused but exceedingly curious, Patrick made his way up to the enormous Hogwarts library. He was hoping to find some answers there.
Instead of finding answers, Patrick found his brother Chris and Chris's friend Daisy. They were both talking and appeared to be very excited about something.
Middle Earth, portals, and Gandalf momentarily forgotten, Patrick went to find out what was going on.
"Why are you two so happy?" Patrick asked his brother and his brother's friend,
"No reason," Chris replied, obviously lying.
"Yeah, no reason at all," Daisy added, also lying.
"That's nice guys. Now the truth," Patrick demanded.
He then added, "or I could just write mom, Chris, and I can always tell Lily that you're lying, Daisy."
"Alright," Chris said with a sigh, "Daisy and I have the highest marks for the Defense Against the Dark Arts for out whole year."
"Not just that, but Professor Destra gave us this test thing today and we scored better then some sixth and seventh years." Daisy added with a smile.
"Good for both of you," Patrick, proudly said.
He, suddenly, remembered why he had come to the library in the first place.
"I'll see you two later. I have to look for something," Patrick said with a wave.
Days later, Patrick still had no solid information regarding Middle Earth, portals, or Gate Keepers. It seemed that these things or places didn't actually exist.
"Maybe I just imagined the whole thing. That forest is known for weird things," Patrick began to think.
He didn't believe it, though. Something about what that old man had said was true and that truth was bothering Patrick like a headache. The young wizard still wanted to find out if Middle Earth was real.
Since Patrick was a fourth year, he was allowed to go to the village of Hogsmeade on specific days. Most of the time, he didn't go. He preferred to stay at the school and keep his brother company. They would work on spells or just "hang out" since they had the entire Common Room to themselves, mostly. Sometimes Daisy would "hang out" with them, must to Chris's delight. Chris and Daisy were fast friends and Patrick suspected that there was going to be more to their relationship someday.
On Chris's urging and the nagging need to buy Christmas gifts, Patrick went to Hogsmeade.
When he arrived at the village, Patrick found that he didn't want to shop. He felt that there was something else for him to do.
He began to walk, letting his feet take him where they would. He wound up walking straight through the village's Main Street, pasting the Shrieking Shack to the outskirts of town. He had never been out this far before and he hoped he remembered how to get back.
"Getting lost is the last thing I need. Imagine all the trouble I'd get into," he mused.
He wanted to turn around, to walk right back into town, but his feet didn't want him to. Instead, they forced him to walk further into the hills.
The village of Hogsmeade seemed nothing more than a tiny speck, by the time Patrick stopped walking. Not that he would have noticed the size of the village or anything like that.
Instead, Patrick found himself staring at a sheer rock face.
At first it appeared to be solid. Then something odd began to occur.
It seemed like a wave passed over the rock. It began to ripple, as if it were made of liquid, and then lighten from gray.
When the motion finally stopped, except for some slight rippling around the edges, Patrick found himself looking into, what appeared to be, another world.
He could see a slate gray sky, as if winter had already set in, and leafless tree trunks. The ground might have been grassy but the grass appeared to be covered with a fine layer of frost. He could see no people or animals of any kind.
"Is this what I think this is?" Patrick questioned himself.
"He said I'd know where they are and that they'd open for me," Patrick thought, answering his own unspoken question.
Deciding that testing Gandalf's words was a whole lot better than debating them in his head, Patrick closed his eyes and stepped through the portal.
Badly confused but exceedingly curious, Patrick made his way up to the enormous Hogwarts library. He was hoping to find some answers there.
Instead of finding answers, Patrick found his brother Chris and Chris's friend Daisy. They were both talking and appeared to be very excited about something.
Middle Earth, portals, and Gandalf momentarily forgotten, Patrick went to find out what was going on.
"Why are you two so happy?" Patrick asked his brother and his brother's friend,
"No reason," Chris replied, obviously lying.
"Yeah, no reason at all," Daisy added, also lying.
"That's nice guys. Now the truth," Patrick demanded.
He then added, "or I could just write mom, Chris, and I can always tell Lily that you're lying, Daisy."
"Alright," Chris said with a sigh, "Daisy and I have the highest marks for the Defense Against the Dark Arts for out whole year."
"Not just that, but Professor Destra gave us this test thing today and we scored better then some sixth and seventh years." Daisy added with a smile.
"Good for both of you," Patrick, proudly said.
He, suddenly, remembered why he had come to the library in the first place.
"I'll see you two later. I have to look for something," Patrick said with a wave.
Days later, Patrick still had no solid information regarding Middle Earth, portals, or Gate Keepers. It seemed that these things or places didn't actually exist.
"Maybe I just imagined the whole thing. That forest is known for weird things," Patrick began to think.
He didn't believe it, though. Something about what that old man had said was true and that truth was bothering Patrick like a headache. The young wizard still wanted to find out if Middle Earth was real.
Since Patrick was a fourth year, he was allowed to go to the village of Hogsmeade on specific days. Most of the time, he didn't go. He preferred to stay at the school and keep his brother company. They would work on spells or just "hang out" since they had the entire Common Room to themselves, mostly. Sometimes Daisy would "hang out" with them, must to Chris's delight. Chris and Daisy were fast friends and Patrick suspected that there was going to be more to their relationship someday.
On Chris's urging and the nagging need to buy Christmas gifts, Patrick went to Hogsmeade.
When he arrived at the village, Patrick found that he didn't want to shop. He felt that there was something else for him to do.
He began to walk, letting his feet take him where they would. He wound up walking straight through the village's Main Street, pasting the Shrieking Shack to the outskirts of town. He had never been out this far before and he hoped he remembered how to get back.
"Getting lost is the last thing I need. Imagine all the trouble I'd get into," he mused.
He wanted to turn around, to walk right back into town, but his feet didn't want him to. Instead, they forced him to walk further into the hills.
The village of Hogsmeade seemed nothing more than a tiny speck, by the time Patrick stopped walking. Not that he would have noticed the size of the village or anything like that.
Instead, Patrick found himself staring at a sheer rock face.
At first it appeared to be solid. Then something odd began to occur.
It seemed like a wave passed over the rock. It began to ripple, as if it were made of liquid, and then lighten from gray.
When the motion finally stopped, except for some slight rippling around the edges, Patrick found himself looking into, what appeared to be, another world.
He could see a slate gray sky, as if winter had already set in, and leafless tree trunks. The ground might have been grassy but the grass appeared to be covered with a fine layer of frost. He could see no people or animals of any kind.
"Is this what I think this is?" Patrick questioned himself.
"He said I'd know where they are and that they'd open for me," Patrick thought, answering his own unspoken question.
Deciding that testing Gandalf's words was a whole lot better than debating them in his head, Patrick closed his eyes and stepped through the portal.