Part 15-
Ron Weasly rubbed the space between his eyes. His employees taking notes and pictures. He was waiting to for Hermione. She arrived in a huff, with embarrassment written across her face.
"What a nice reunion." Ron said as she made her way to him.
"Please, Ron." She said and looked at the red awning. "Have you figured out why this... this thing is in my school?" She asked motioning to it. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, classes started to change. Students came from every direction and Louie, Alice, Brody and Joel came down the hall slowly.
"Who could go for a slice of pizza?" Brody said and pulled a few Sickles from her pockets. "My treat." She said and smiled.
"No no no!" Hermione shouted. "This thing is getting out of here as soon as possible. Ron, have you figured it out?" She repeated.
"No, I haven't." He said and looked at Brody, confused.
"Why don't you get one of your lackeys to get you a picture? It'll last longer." She said and motioned to the officials taking pictures and then started in the flow of traffic.
"Why the heck not!" Hermione shouted, ignoring what had just happened with Brody.
"That was rather rude. Who is that girl?"
"Brody Alexander." Louie answered his question. "Don't worry about her. You need to get the pizza chain out of our school."
"Very true, Mr. Malfoy. Please go to class." Joel and Alice went on but Louie stayed there and watched the Muggle Relations department at work.
"Mr. Malfoy, I told you to leave." Hermione repeated.
"Do you have any theories?" Ron asked Louie. Hermione was flabbergasted.
"Ron! You are the head of Muggle Relations you do not need the opinion of a fifteen year old student." She shouted.
"Personally, I think you should see if Megan has any connection into this." Hermione turned to him in suprise.
"Do you know something about Megan?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"All I know is Megan is a mighty big fan of pizza and I wouldn't put it past her to have found some wizard with a grudge against the school to put a pizza chain in here."
"No wizard could do that." Hermione said. "Hogwarts has a special-"
"I'm sure he knows, you are the headmistress here and I'm sure Hogwarts: A History is on the booklist for every grade level." Ron said sarcastically.
"You make me so mad." She said shortly. He shrugged and started back over to the wall. She then turned back to Louie. "Do you really believe Megan had a hand in this?"
"Where ever she is, she would do her damnedest to get us a Pizza Hut. She always said this place needed an alternative to JUST Great Hall food." He said.
"How would she convince a wizard to do that?" She asked.
"She must have used her powers of persuasion." He said and winked.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked with confusion.
"Well, she probably flashed him." He said and walked on to class. Hermione turned back to the obtrusion in the wall. Bored with her failure as a headmistress, she went away and back to her office where she found a tall, gray haired man in a blue business suit toying with things on her desk.
"Who are you?" She asked in a panic.
"Darryl Shoemaker." He said and extended his hand. She looked down at it and then back at his face.
"Why are you in my office?"
"I just wanted to see how the restaurant was doing." He said and sat on her desk.
"Get off of that!" She shouted and went around to her chair. "What rest- YOU!"
"V!" He shouted.
"What?" Hermione was confused.
"U, V, W, X..."
"This isn't a game, Mr. Shoemaker. I don't know why you did it but you have caused a lot of problems in my school." She said. "I'm going to call the Ministry."
"There's no need for that." He said and sat in the chair across from the desk. He began fidgeting in the chair.
"What are you doing?" She asked, Hermione was getting very annoyed.
"I can't stay still." He said. Hermione's eyes glistened with revelation.
"Alright! Where is she!" She said and jumped up from her chair, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.
"Where is who?" He asked, afraid.
"Megan!" She was getting more angry as he annoyed her.
"Who is that?" He asked and moved her finger out of his face.
"She probably didn't tell you her name." Hermione thought out loud. Darryl was very confused. "She's short, light brown hair, green eyes, loud, obnoxious, violent. She might have shown you her breasts." Hermione described Megan and Darryl shook his head. "YOU'RE LYING!" She screamed.
"I don't lie anymore. I've taken therapy and now I can only tell the truth. It's a beautiful thing." He said and smiled.
"What?"
"My brother, David and I used to be Pathological liars. After he died I knew I needed to change." Hermione looked at him with sheer confusion.
"Well, I suppose the store is doing well?" Darryl asked.
"No, it's been taped off, so to speak, from the students. They don't need to be buying Pizza between classes. It is a distraction and as soon as we can, we are getting it out of here. How, pray tell, did you manage to put this 'addition' to my school in?"
"Oh, well...actually, it just. I don't really know." He said with a laugh. "I just saw the paper on my desk that said it was here and I figured I should check it out. Well, I ought to be leaving." He got up and left, Hermione still in a state of shock and confusion. She was speechless. Then she felt warmth from behind her chair.
'Strange. I don't remember starting the fire." She thought and turned around. From the fireplace, a young Albus Dumbledore looked back at her. The vision of him was blurry and his words seemed to have static.
"Professor, what is it dear?" He asked and his head turned.
"Krum." Hermione heard a female say from far off.
"Right, Krum. How are you doing?" Hermione felt like she was hallucinating.
"I-I'd be better if I wasn't going crazy." She said and picked up her glass of water, dousing herself with it. Dumbledore chuckled.
"You aren't going crazy. I'm Albus Dumbledore, former headmaster. Well, actually I am headmaster now, but I am not during your time. Of course you know that because you ARE headmistress." He said and shook his head. "This could get confusing so I'll keep it short."
"Could get confusing?" Hermione said.
"A girl from your time, 2018, has come through some sort of Vortex into our time, 1976."
"A girl?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, her name is Megan Potter." A wave of relief washed over Hermione. 'At least I know where she is now.' Hermione thought.
"Is she all right?"
"Oh yes, quite fine. A little delusional, thinks she's going to Azkaban, but she's fine." Hermione sighed.
"Professor, do you have any idea how to get her back here?" Hermione asked.
"Oh plenty, none that would work, but plenty of ideas. One involves an emu and some lotion. I don't think that's a very good idea." Dumbledore said. "My, time travel, even if only for conversation, is quite tiring. I just thought it might be important for you to know. We're working on a way to send her back to you."
"WAIT!" Hermione said just as his head was fading out. "What is the date?" She asked and pulled a quill from her desk drawer.
"October 19th. She's been here for nine days." Dumbledore answered. "If that's all I do believe I need to go, being so drained and all. Ta-Ta." He said and then was gone. The date from Megan's current location was concurrent with the one of Hermione's. She now realized she had a lot of work to do.
{A/N: I hope that Childrentheemuisnotatoy enjoyed Albus' emu/lotion comment. More the emu than the lotion but yeah. Man, this time travel thing is getting confusing to me. My brain hurts. Man. I need to be smarter if I'm going to write something like this. Man. I like that word. Man. I hope it wasn't as taxing on your brain as it was on mine. Much love, G Dawgs from da hood ((beats chest with fist and then proceeds to do the peace sign)) What what!}
Ron Weasly rubbed the space between his eyes. His employees taking notes and pictures. He was waiting to for Hermione. She arrived in a huff, with embarrassment written across her face.
"What a nice reunion." Ron said as she made her way to him.
"Please, Ron." She said and looked at the red awning. "Have you figured out why this... this thing is in my school?" She asked motioning to it. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, classes started to change. Students came from every direction and Louie, Alice, Brody and Joel came down the hall slowly.
"Who could go for a slice of pizza?" Brody said and pulled a few Sickles from her pockets. "My treat." She said and smiled.
"No no no!" Hermione shouted. "This thing is getting out of here as soon as possible. Ron, have you figured it out?" She repeated.
"No, I haven't." He said and looked at Brody, confused.
"Why don't you get one of your lackeys to get you a picture? It'll last longer." She said and motioned to the officials taking pictures and then started in the flow of traffic.
"Why the heck not!" Hermione shouted, ignoring what had just happened with Brody.
"That was rather rude. Who is that girl?"
"Brody Alexander." Louie answered his question. "Don't worry about her. You need to get the pizza chain out of our school."
"Very true, Mr. Malfoy. Please go to class." Joel and Alice went on but Louie stayed there and watched the Muggle Relations department at work.
"Mr. Malfoy, I told you to leave." Hermione repeated.
"Do you have any theories?" Ron asked Louie. Hermione was flabbergasted.
"Ron! You are the head of Muggle Relations you do not need the opinion of a fifteen year old student." She shouted.
"Personally, I think you should see if Megan has any connection into this." Hermione turned to him in suprise.
"Do you know something about Megan?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"All I know is Megan is a mighty big fan of pizza and I wouldn't put it past her to have found some wizard with a grudge against the school to put a pizza chain in here."
"No wizard could do that." Hermione said. "Hogwarts has a special-"
"I'm sure he knows, you are the headmistress here and I'm sure Hogwarts: A History is on the booklist for every grade level." Ron said sarcastically.
"You make me so mad." She said shortly. He shrugged and started back over to the wall. She then turned back to Louie. "Do you really believe Megan had a hand in this?"
"Where ever she is, she would do her damnedest to get us a Pizza Hut. She always said this place needed an alternative to JUST Great Hall food." He said.
"How would she convince a wizard to do that?" She asked.
"She must have used her powers of persuasion." He said and winked.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked with confusion.
"Well, she probably flashed him." He said and walked on to class. Hermione turned back to the obtrusion in the wall. Bored with her failure as a headmistress, she went away and back to her office where she found a tall, gray haired man in a blue business suit toying with things on her desk.
"Who are you?" She asked in a panic.
"Darryl Shoemaker." He said and extended his hand. She looked down at it and then back at his face.
"Why are you in my office?"
"I just wanted to see how the restaurant was doing." He said and sat on her desk.
"Get off of that!" She shouted and went around to her chair. "What rest- YOU!"
"V!" He shouted.
"What?" Hermione was confused.
"U, V, W, X..."
"This isn't a game, Mr. Shoemaker. I don't know why you did it but you have caused a lot of problems in my school." She said. "I'm going to call the Ministry."
"There's no need for that." He said and sat in the chair across from the desk. He began fidgeting in the chair.
"What are you doing?" She asked, Hermione was getting very annoyed.
"I can't stay still." He said. Hermione's eyes glistened with revelation.
"Alright! Where is she!" She said and jumped up from her chair, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.
"Where is who?" He asked, afraid.
"Megan!" She was getting more angry as he annoyed her.
"Who is that?" He asked and moved her finger out of his face.
"She probably didn't tell you her name." Hermione thought out loud. Darryl was very confused. "She's short, light brown hair, green eyes, loud, obnoxious, violent. She might have shown you her breasts." Hermione described Megan and Darryl shook his head. "YOU'RE LYING!" She screamed.
"I don't lie anymore. I've taken therapy and now I can only tell the truth. It's a beautiful thing." He said and smiled.
"What?"
"My brother, David and I used to be Pathological liars. After he died I knew I needed to change." Hermione looked at him with sheer confusion.
"Well, I suppose the store is doing well?" Darryl asked.
"No, it's been taped off, so to speak, from the students. They don't need to be buying Pizza between classes. It is a distraction and as soon as we can, we are getting it out of here. How, pray tell, did you manage to put this 'addition' to my school in?"
"Oh, well...actually, it just. I don't really know." He said with a laugh. "I just saw the paper on my desk that said it was here and I figured I should check it out. Well, I ought to be leaving." He got up and left, Hermione still in a state of shock and confusion. She was speechless. Then she felt warmth from behind her chair.
'Strange. I don't remember starting the fire." She thought and turned around. From the fireplace, a young Albus Dumbledore looked back at her. The vision of him was blurry and his words seemed to have static.
"Professor, what is it dear?" He asked and his head turned.
"Krum." Hermione heard a female say from far off.
"Right, Krum. How are you doing?" Hermione felt like she was hallucinating.
"I-I'd be better if I wasn't going crazy." She said and picked up her glass of water, dousing herself with it. Dumbledore chuckled.
"You aren't going crazy. I'm Albus Dumbledore, former headmaster. Well, actually I am headmaster now, but I am not during your time. Of course you know that because you ARE headmistress." He said and shook his head. "This could get confusing so I'll keep it short."
"Could get confusing?" Hermione said.
"A girl from your time, 2018, has come through some sort of Vortex into our time, 1976."
"A girl?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, her name is Megan Potter." A wave of relief washed over Hermione. 'At least I know where she is now.' Hermione thought.
"Is she all right?"
"Oh yes, quite fine. A little delusional, thinks she's going to Azkaban, but she's fine." Hermione sighed.
"Professor, do you have any idea how to get her back here?" Hermione asked.
"Oh plenty, none that would work, but plenty of ideas. One involves an emu and some lotion. I don't think that's a very good idea." Dumbledore said. "My, time travel, even if only for conversation, is quite tiring. I just thought it might be important for you to know. We're working on a way to send her back to you."
"WAIT!" Hermione said just as his head was fading out. "What is the date?" She asked and pulled a quill from her desk drawer.
"October 19th. She's been here for nine days." Dumbledore answered. "If that's all I do believe I need to go, being so drained and all. Ta-Ta." He said and then was gone. The date from Megan's current location was concurrent with the one of Hermione's. She now realized she had a lot of work to do.
{A/N: I hope that Childrentheemuisnotatoy enjoyed Albus' emu/lotion comment. More the emu than the lotion but yeah. Man, this time travel thing is getting confusing to me. My brain hurts. Man. I need to be smarter if I'm going to write something like this. Man. I like that word. Man. I hope it wasn't as taxing on your brain as it was on mine. Much love, G Dawgs from da hood ((beats chest with fist and then proceeds to do the peace sign)) What what!}