Part 7-
Brody looked across the bed at Megan who was pulling clothes out of her trunk and slamming them haphazardly into a bag. She crawled on the floor and pulled two pairs of shoes out from under her bed. With two books to keep her going and her wand in tow, she zipped the bag and slung it over her shoulder. Brody scratched her eye and stood stared at her.
"What are you doing?" Brody asked.
"Running away." Megan answered and kept going. Brody grabbed her bag and Megan pulled back to the side of the bed. "Look, the entire Ministry is coming here to get me, I am in so much trouble, Bro-Dawg!" Megan said and sat on the edge of the bed.She bit her lip and felt like she was going to cry. Brody drew back and looked down at the floor.
"I don't do well with these bonding emotional moments." Brody said and patted Megan's clenched fists. "But don't run away, you can't be in that much trouble." Megan looked up at her.
"The entire Ministry, Bro-Dawg. You don't understand. I have to get away. They're going to send me to Alakazam!"
"Azkaban, Meg."
"It doesn't matter if I can pronounce it, I'm going to be a priosoner there! The Dementors will suck out my soul. Unless I make Dementor Repellent. Yes, and I'll sell it to the masses! Dementor Repellant. What am I ranting about? BAGH! I have to go!" She sat up and ran out of the room. She hurried down the hall and then down the stairs. Brody ran after her to no avail, she was out of the Gryffindor tower before Brody was in the Common Room.
Megan threw her Invisibility Cloak over her head and weaved in and out of crowds of people. It was the time between the fourth class and lunch and people engulfed her. An aerial view would have showed one spot, shoving its way through the crowd.
When she reached the door that led to the Herbology fields she tightened her cloak and ran for the Forbidden Forest, not sure of what would lie ahead of her. Maybe she could mystify a small thrid world country into believing she was a God and then take them over as their queen. Then world domination wouldn't be far behind.
Megan paused when she realize how ludacris her thought was and turned back around to Hogwarts, still walking but backwards, into the forest. She felt a stick run across her leg and figured she was into the forest. She turned and there was a canopy of trees above her and thick trunks surrounding her. The small streams of light that sived onto the ground made the forest eerie. As she turned her head, Hogwarts was out of sight. She breathed a sigh and continued through the forest.
A sound caught her attention and she turned her head, still moving. She heard a loud sucking noise and turned back around to see a thick, silvery-purple liquid surrounding her body and it pulled her. It grabbed her and pulled her behind it with such force that she fell on the ground. Four loud gasps came to her ears. She spat out the dirt that she landed on and pushed herself off the ground. The gasps came from four boys converged together with a sheet of parchment. The tallest one with dark hair in dire need of a haircut took the parchment and hid it behind his back.
"Who are you!" Exclaimed the boy next to him, an averaged height boy with brown hair loose on his head and a perplexed expression on his face. Megan sputtered as she looked at them and then behind her, looking for the purple substance which had dragged her here.
"I, I'm Megan." She said and knocked her pants clean of the dirt and sticks. The strap on her bag was twisted across her chest and she fiddled with it as they looked at her with confusion. She looked over at them and they were still staring at her. The taller boy locked eyes with her.
"Where did you come from?" He asked and walked over to her. The three other boys followed.
"Hogwarts School..." She said looking down at their uniforms. She wondered who these boys were, she'd never seen them at school before.
"I've never seen you here before." Said another boy with black hair and glasses who looked strangley familar.
"Nor I you." She smiled. "What are you doing out in the forest?" She asked.
"We could ask you the same thing." The boy with the glasses replyed.
"I'm running away from Hogwarts because the Ministry of Magic is out to get me." She answered timidly.
"Are you on the Dark Side?" A shorter one with scragly blonde hair said meekly.
"No, I broke all the Slytherin furniture." She said and looked at the bottoms of their pants.
"If you're from Hogwarts, where's your uniform?" The tallest one asked. Megan pulled the bag over her head and took a long black Hogwarts cloak out of her bag. Suddenly she gasped and dropped the garment.
"The cloak!" She shouted. She dropped to her knees and patted the ground around her with her eyes squinted. "Holey Moley! Where's the cloak!" She wailed and grabbed at nothing.
"It's right here." The boy said and picked up the Hogwarts cloak. "Wow, this one looks really different from Tonya's." Megan looked him and shook her head.
"No, no, no! I have an Invisiblity Cloak and it's gone." The boy with the glasses' eyes went wide. "Oh jeez!" She said when the sun began to go down. The scragly haired boy looked up at the sky and then down at Megan. He turned his eyes to the brown haired boy and they walked slowly towards each other and away from Megan. She looked up slowly and watched them as they huddled into a talk. The scragly haired boy looked across the circle at the boy with glasses.
"James, what are we going to do with her?" He asked and motioned to her with his head.
"We'll keep her. She's hot." The tallest one said, Megan listened to all of this and smiled at her compliment. Feeling her face turn red, she turned back to her bag, folding the Hogwarts cloak in it.
"No, Sirius." The brown-haired boy said.
"Yes, Reumus." Sirius replyed. "She's obviously lost and alone. We should be her guide. The girl thinks she goes to Hogwarts."
"No, she's probably a danger. A menace even. Possibly an escapee from Saint Mungos." Reumus answered.
"I doubt it." Sirius said. "Come one guys, it's 1976, I think the times have changed enough-"
"What year did you say it was!" Megan inturrupted him quickly.
"1976." Reumus said and looked at Megan's puzzeled face. "What year do you think it is?" He asked with a soothing voice and walked over to her.
"2018." She replyed and looked at him, he had his hand on her shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" He removed his hand and then looked back at her.
"Megan, that's what you said your name was?" Sirius asked and came over to her. "you can stay in our dorm until you get your memory back." 'Hopefully you never do.' He thought.
"What are you talking about! My memory's fine. I know it's 2018 because this was the year my dad won the office, and Brody, Louie, Alice, Joel and Me started the Mashed Potatoe Disaster of 2018. I know!" She said and looked at them. She turned around to the place where the substance had been. "Holey frieken Moley!" She exclaimed and stuck her hand through the opening in the trees.
"What?" James said and came stuck his hand through with her. They repeated the process over and over again and each time, Megan's face was more awestruck. She turned to him, face gleaming.
"I've gone back in time."
***
A pack of Ministry officials headed down the stairs to Krum's office. Harry looking around, taking in the castle for the first time in a long time. Everyone around him was stern and stolid. He kept a smile on his face, despite the situation. When they got to the Gargoyle leading to the office Harry smiled at it and considered what a first year Headmistress would use as her password. What would Hermione as a first year Headmistress use as her password was a totally different subject. He took a leap of faith and uttered what he thought would turn it and allow him entrance.
"Hogwarts: A History" He said and sure enough the Gargoyle moved aside and the officials all came into her office. Hermione looked up at them from her desk, frantically searching papers for something. Harry smiled at her.
"I never took the time to congratulate you on becoming Headmistress." He said with a smile as he sat down. Hermione looked up at him and the rest of the people in her room with panic. "What's going on?" Harry asked, knowing something was up.
"Hah! Congratulate me..." She proclaimed and kept searching. Her hair was a mess and her Witches hat lay on the floor she stepped on it as she came around the desk to greet her guests.
"Where is Megan?" He asked and looked around the room.
"Oh, Megan? That one. Yes well." She began and looked at the men.
"Yes, that one. My daughter." He elaborated and crossed his arms.
"We have it on a very reliable source that she has left Hogwarts for fear she would be sent to Azkaban." She answered and glared evilly at the officials.
"What! Why in Merlin's name would she think that?" Harry asked and jumped up. "Where is she?" He asked.
"We don't know. She regretted to inform us where she kept her Maureder's Map." She said and innunciated the last two words.
"That map..." He said and rubbed his forehead.
"Mr. Potter, this isn't looking good..." Said a familar voice, this time, not just a voice but person behind it: Norman Thermapolis.
"Excuse me," Hermione said and pushed Harry out of the way. "But if I'm not mistaken, were you in Harry- I mean Minister Potter's office when he found out about Megan's shannanigans?"
"Why, yes I was." Norman answered. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you, Mr. Thermapolis, are the reason she thinks this Azkaban nonsene." She pointed her finger accusingly at him.
"Well, Megan must be really dense then." He murmered.
"Actually she's in the top twenty-five students in her grade." Hermione retorted.
"How many fifth years are there? Twenty-five." He asked and answered his own question haughtily.
"You have no right to question the intelligence of my students when your own daughter is in the bottom twenty-five. Oh, and there are about one hundred fifth years, Mr. Thermapolis." She said and turned to Harry who looked at Norman and shook his head.
"You oughtn't say things like that about your bosses child." Harry warned and turned back to Hermione. "Hermione, who is this reliable source?" Harry went back to the matter at hand.
"She didn't want to be identified." She said and sat down at her desk.
"She..." Harry wondered aloud. "Well, I know there are only two 'shes' that she hangs out with. Alice Nichols and Brody Alexander." He bit his nail and looked down at Hermione who breathed heavily.
"Harry, you can't go question them." Hermione reasoned.
"So it is one of them. Thank you Hermione, we'll keep in touch regarding this." The Ministry officials surrounded Harry and they left her office. As they ascended the stairs fifth class of the day let out and they were suddenly amidst hundreds of students. A shout came from one end of the hallway and Denise Thermapolis ran down the hallway.
"DADDY!" She screamed and hurried to Norman. Radcliffe sauntered behind her and waited for her embrace to end. Harry turned away from Norman and Denise and held back tears. His own daughter was gone indeffinentley.
While Denise and Norman were in a big bear hug Brody, Alice, Joel and Louie rounded the corner and saw the tall men in black robes and stopped dead in their tracks. Brody grimmaced over to Louie who shook his head quickly.
"Oh shit." Alice exclaimed and they all wheeled around in the opposite direction. But not quick enough. Harry caught a glimpse of Brody's green hair and hurried to them. He passed the four of them and stopped two feet past the group.
"Hey! Brody, Alice. Can I talk with the two of you a minuete?" They looked at each other and then back at Harry. The girls nodded and Joel and Louie stood, waiting for them. Harry smiled at them and crouched down.
"Do you girls know where Megan, my daughter, is?" He asked.
"Mr. Potter, no disrespect, but do you think we don't understand you or that we're stupid or maybe, you just have a speaking problem because your words were very seperated and you sounded like you were talking to a bunch of three year olds." Alice asked. Harry looked at her nervously and stood straight up while looking at Brody. She looked at him and bit her nail.
"AH!" She shouted. "She told me she was running away and that she was going to Azkaban and then something about dementor repellant. It was really confusing and all bunched together and I tripped on the bed and that's why I didn't catch her and she took the Invisiblity Cloak so I couldn't follow her or I'd get introuble. BAGH! Don't hit me!" She wailed quickly. The halls were empty by then, except for the Ministry officials, Harry, and the kids. He smiled at her and turned back to the pack of men.
"Thermapolis," He called and Norman and his daughter looked up. "You're fired." He finished. Denise gawked at him and shoved her father away. She scoffed at him and grabbed Cliffe's arm and they began to walk away. Harry chased them down and got to Cliffe.
"You!" He declared and pulled the two apart. Cliffe stood nose to nose with Harry and straightened his robes. Alice, Brody, Joel and Louie watched tenativley. The Ministry officials were on pins and needles. "You tried to kiss my daughter and that's why she got in trouble." He pointed at him with anger.
"Tried?" Louie murmered. Joel elbowed him in the side and glared at him.
"Megan came on to me." He said as Denise continue to stare, open mouthed, at the entire situation.
"Bull shit!" Louie shouted and stormed to them. "She tried to pulvarize you and then when she confronted you verbally, you tried to eat her face!" He continued shouting and pushed his brother.
"Liar!" Denise squealed and ran away with her overly made up eyes tearing up.
"Look what you've done, ass wipe!" Cliffe yelled to Louie and then glared at Harry. "I've done nothing wrong to anyone. Trust me, I've made sure of that." He turned around and followed his crying girlfriend down the hall with reluctance.
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Brody looked across the bed at Megan who was pulling clothes out of her trunk and slamming them haphazardly into a bag. She crawled on the floor and pulled two pairs of shoes out from under her bed. With two books to keep her going and her wand in tow, she zipped the bag and slung it over her shoulder. Brody scratched her eye and stood stared at her.
"What are you doing?" Brody asked.
"Running away." Megan answered and kept going. Brody grabbed her bag and Megan pulled back to the side of the bed. "Look, the entire Ministry is coming here to get me, I am in so much trouble, Bro-Dawg!" Megan said and sat on the edge of the bed.She bit her lip and felt like she was going to cry. Brody drew back and looked down at the floor.
"I don't do well with these bonding emotional moments." Brody said and patted Megan's clenched fists. "But don't run away, you can't be in that much trouble." Megan looked up at her.
"The entire Ministry, Bro-Dawg. You don't understand. I have to get away. They're going to send me to Alakazam!"
"Azkaban, Meg."
"It doesn't matter if I can pronounce it, I'm going to be a priosoner there! The Dementors will suck out my soul. Unless I make Dementor Repellent. Yes, and I'll sell it to the masses! Dementor Repellant. What am I ranting about? BAGH! I have to go!" She sat up and ran out of the room. She hurried down the hall and then down the stairs. Brody ran after her to no avail, she was out of the Gryffindor tower before Brody was in the Common Room.
Megan threw her Invisibility Cloak over her head and weaved in and out of crowds of people. It was the time between the fourth class and lunch and people engulfed her. An aerial view would have showed one spot, shoving its way through the crowd.
When she reached the door that led to the Herbology fields she tightened her cloak and ran for the Forbidden Forest, not sure of what would lie ahead of her. Maybe she could mystify a small thrid world country into believing she was a God and then take them over as their queen. Then world domination wouldn't be far behind.
Megan paused when she realize how ludacris her thought was and turned back around to Hogwarts, still walking but backwards, into the forest. She felt a stick run across her leg and figured she was into the forest. She turned and there was a canopy of trees above her and thick trunks surrounding her. The small streams of light that sived onto the ground made the forest eerie. As she turned her head, Hogwarts was out of sight. She breathed a sigh and continued through the forest.
A sound caught her attention and she turned her head, still moving. She heard a loud sucking noise and turned back around to see a thick, silvery-purple liquid surrounding her body and it pulled her. It grabbed her and pulled her behind it with such force that she fell on the ground. Four loud gasps came to her ears. She spat out the dirt that she landed on and pushed herself off the ground. The gasps came from four boys converged together with a sheet of parchment. The tallest one with dark hair in dire need of a haircut took the parchment and hid it behind his back.
"Who are you!" Exclaimed the boy next to him, an averaged height boy with brown hair loose on his head and a perplexed expression on his face. Megan sputtered as she looked at them and then behind her, looking for the purple substance which had dragged her here.
"I, I'm Megan." She said and knocked her pants clean of the dirt and sticks. The strap on her bag was twisted across her chest and she fiddled with it as they looked at her with confusion. She looked over at them and they were still staring at her. The taller boy locked eyes with her.
"Where did you come from?" He asked and walked over to her. The three other boys followed.
"Hogwarts School..." She said looking down at their uniforms. She wondered who these boys were, she'd never seen them at school before.
"I've never seen you here before." Said another boy with black hair and glasses who looked strangley familar.
"Nor I you." She smiled. "What are you doing out in the forest?" She asked.
"We could ask you the same thing." The boy with the glasses replyed.
"I'm running away from Hogwarts because the Ministry of Magic is out to get me." She answered timidly.
"Are you on the Dark Side?" A shorter one with scragly blonde hair said meekly.
"No, I broke all the Slytherin furniture." She said and looked at the bottoms of their pants.
"If you're from Hogwarts, where's your uniform?" The tallest one asked. Megan pulled the bag over her head and took a long black Hogwarts cloak out of her bag. Suddenly she gasped and dropped the garment.
"The cloak!" She shouted. She dropped to her knees and patted the ground around her with her eyes squinted. "Holey Moley! Where's the cloak!" She wailed and grabbed at nothing.
"It's right here." The boy said and picked up the Hogwarts cloak. "Wow, this one looks really different from Tonya's." Megan looked him and shook her head.
"No, no, no! I have an Invisiblity Cloak and it's gone." The boy with the glasses' eyes went wide. "Oh jeez!" She said when the sun began to go down. The scragly haired boy looked up at the sky and then down at Megan. He turned his eyes to the brown haired boy and they walked slowly towards each other and away from Megan. She looked up slowly and watched them as they huddled into a talk. The scragly haired boy looked across the circle at the boy with glasses.
"James, what are we going to do with her?" He asked and motioned to her with his head.
"We'll keep her. She's hot." The tallest one said, Megan listened to all of this and smiled at her compliment. Feeling her face turn red, she turned back to her bag, folding the Hogwarts cloak in it.
"No, Sirius." The brown-haired boy said.
"Yes, Reumus." Sirius replyed. "She's obviously lost and alone. We should be her guide. The girl thinks she goes to Hogwarts."
"No, she's probably a danger. A menace even. Possibly an escapee from Saint Mungos." Reumus answered.
"I doubt it." Sirius said. "Come one guys, it's 1976, I think the times have changed enough-"
"What year did you say it was!" Megan inturrupted him quickly.
"1976." Reumus said and looked at Megan's puzzeled face. "What year do you think it is?" He asked with a soothing voice and walked over to her.
"2018." She replyed and looked at him, he had his hand on her shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" He removed his hand and then looked back at her.
"Megan, that's what you said your name was?" Sirius asked and came over to her. "you can stay in our dorm until you get your memory back." 'Hopefully you never do.' He thought.
"What are you talking about! My memory's fine. I know it's 2018 because this was the year my dad won the office, and Brody, Louie, Alice, Joel and Me started the Mashed Potatoe Disaster of 2018. I know!" She said and looked at them. She turned around to the place where the substance had been. "Holey frieken Moley!" She exclaimed and stuck her hand through the opening in the trees.
"What?" James said and came stuck his hand through with her. They repeated the process over and over again and each time, Megan's face was more awestruck. She turned to him, face gleaming.
"I've gone back in time."
***
A pack of Ministry officials headed down the stairs to Krum's office. Harry looking around, taking in the castle for the first time in a long time. Everyone around him was stern and stolid. He kept a smile on his face, despite the situation. When they got to the Gargoyle leading to the office Harry smiled at it and considered what a first year Headmistress would use as her password. What would Hermione as a first year Headmistress use as her password was a totally different subject. He took a leap of faith and uttered what he thought would turn it and allow him entrance.
"Hogwarts: A History" He said and sure enough the Gargoyle moved aside and the officials all came into her office. Hermione looked up at them from her desk, frantically searching papers for something. Harry smiled at her.
"I never took the time to congratulate you on becoming Headmistress." He said with a smile as he sat down. Hermione looked up at him and the rest of the people in her room with panic. "What's going on?" Harry asked, knowing something was up.
"Hah! Congratulate me..." She proclaimed and kept searching. Her hair was a mess and her Witches hat lay on the floor she stepped on it as she came around the desk to greet her guests.
"Where is Megan?" He asked and looked around the room.
"Oh, Megan? That one. Yes well." She began and looked at the men.
"Yes, that one. My daughter." He elaborated and crossed his arms.
"We have it on a very reliable source that she has left Hogwarts for fear she would be sent to Azkaban." She answered and glared evilly at the officials.
"What! Why in Merlin's name would she think that?" Harry asked and jumped up. "Where is she?" He asked.
"We don't know. She regretted to inform us where she kept her Maureder's Map." She said and innunciated the last two words.
"That map..." He said and rubbed his forehead.
"Mr. Potter, this isn't looking good..." Said a familar voice, this time, not just a voice but person behind it: Norman Thermapolis.
"Excuse me," Hermione said and pushed Harry out of the way. "But if I'm not mistaken, were you in Harry- I mean Minister Potter's office when he found out about Megan's shannanigans?"
"Why, yes I was." Norman answered. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you, Mr. Thermapolis, are the reason she thinks this Azkaban nonsene." She pointed her finger accusingly at him.
"Well, Megan must be really dense then." He murmered.
"Actually she's in the top twenty-five students in her grade." Hermione retorted.
"How many fifth years are there? Twenty-five." He asked and answered his own question haughtily.
"You have no right to question the intelligence of my students when your own daughter is in the bottom twenty-five. Oh, and there are about one hundred fifth years, Mr. Thermapolis." She said and turned to Harry who looked at Norman and shook his head.
"You oughtn't say things like that about your bosses child." Harry warned and turned back to Hermione. "Hermione, who is this reliable source?" Harry went back to the matter at hand.
"She didn't want to be identified." She said and sat down at her desk.
"She..." Harry wondered aloud. "Well, I know there are only two 'shes' that she hangs out with. Alice Nichols and Brody Alexander." He bit his nail and looked down at Hermione who breathed heavily.
"Harry, you can't go question them." Hermione reasoned.
"So it is one of them. Thank you Hermione, we'll keep in touch regarding this." The Ministry officials surrounded Harry and they left her office. As they ascended the stairs fifth class of the day let out and they were suddenly amidst hundreds of students. A shout came from one end of the hallway and Denise Thermapolis ran down the hallway.
"DADDY!" She screamed and hurried to Norman. Radcliffe sauntered behind her and waited for her embrace to end. Harry turned away from Norman and Denise and held back tears. His own daughter was gone indeffinentley.
While Denise and Norman were in a big bear hug Brody, Alice, Joel and Louie rounded the corner and saw the tall men in black robes and stopped dead in their tracks. Brody grimmaced over to Louie who shook his head quickly.
"Oh shit." Alice exclaimed and they all wheeled around in the opposite direction. But not quick enough. Harry caught a glimpse of Brody's green hair and hurried to them. He passed the four of them and stopped two feet past the group.
"Hey! Brody, Alice. Can I talk with the two of you a minuete?" They looked at each other and then back at Harry. The girls nodded and Joel and Louie stood, waiting for them. Harry smiled at them and crouched down.
"Do you girls know where Megan, my daughter, is?" He asked.
"Mr. Potter, no disrespect, but do you think we don't understand you or that we're stupid or maybe, you just have a speaking problem because your words were very seperated and you sounded like you were talking to a bunch of three year olds." Alice asked. Harry looked at her nervously and stood straight up while looking at Brody. She looked at him and bit her nail.
"AH!" She shouted. "She told me she was running away and that she was going to Azkaban and then something about dementor repellant. It was really confusing and all bunched together and I tripped on the bed and that's why I didn't catch her and she took the Invisiblity Cloak so I couldn't follow her or I'd get introuble. BAGH! Don't hit me!" She wailed quickly. The halls were empty by then, except for the Ministry officials, Harry, and the kids. He smiled at her and turned back to the pack of men.
"Thermapolis," He called and Norman and his daughter looked up. "You're fired." He finished. Denise gawked at him and shoved her father away. She scoffed at him and grabbed Cliffe's arm and they began to walk away. Harry chased them down and got to Cliffe.
"You!" He declared and pulled the two apart. Cliffe stood nose to nose with Harry and straightened his robes. Alice, Brody, Joel and Louie watched tenativley. The Ministry officials were on pins and needles. "You tried to kiss my daughter and that's why she got in trouble." He pointed at him with anger.
"Tried?" Louie murmered. Joel elbowed him in the side and glared at him.
"Megan came on to me." He said as Denise continue to stare, open mouthed, at the entire situation.
"Bull shit!" Louie shouted and stormed to them. "She tried to pulvarize you and then when she confronted you verbally, you tried to eat her face!" He continued shouting and pushed his brother.
"Liar!" Denise squealed and ran away with her overly made up eyes tearing up.
"Look what you've done, ass wipe!" Cliffe yelled to Louie and then glared at Harry. "I've done nothing wrong to anyone. Trust me, I've made sure of that." He turned around and followed his crying girlfriend down the hall with reluctance.
{A/N: WOO! Good times! Good times! Thanks to all the many reviewers! Mucho love to you guys! I'm sorry that it's taken us so long to respond to your replys, but these chapters have already been written. Actually, the next chapter we put up will have us kept up with all the stuff, um yeah. So, anyway: keep on reviewing and we'll keep on writing. Megan Potter for President! WOOP WOOP! Are you excited yet? We know we are... of course, we know what's coming up Heh Heh! Good times!}