A/N: New fic is in front of us... and one thing I can promise: This ain't
gonna be normal! At all! Please, please, please - read and review!!
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* One old legend says that there had been a prophecy regarding the 2003rd Halloween. Nobody remembers how it exactly went and a lot of people quote it differently, but the essence always stays the same:
In precisely 2000 years, when Mars, Venus and Saturn come in the same perfect line, the most unbelievable things will happen. The Ship of Madness will finally leave its harbour and those who appear on it will have their destinies changed. Different worlds will mix and form a confusing totality. The consequences of the events will be great, and possibly, lethal to some of the people on the ship. Whoever the faith had selected to spend a night on The Ship of Madness will have no chance to escape it.
*
Harry looked at his watch. It was almost midnight and he was still awake.
"Just a few more minutes till Halloween," he sleepily thought. "Good ol' boring Halloween. At least there will be bigger feast than the other days. Ron will be happy." He chuckled and turned on the different side of the bed.
The watch on his hand showed 12. At the same moment, Harry felt a sudden jerk underneath. The bed started to quiver, then shake faster and faster and, before Harry even managed to ask himself what had been going on, the trembling stopped as sudden as it began. Harry quickly opened his eyes. On his enormous surprise, he was no loner in his Gryffindor dormitory. The ceiling was noticeably closer and it was very dusty. He shot up in bed and looked around him. He was alone in a filthy, cramped room that smelled oddly antique. The floor was wooden and so were the walls. It all seemed to move and Harry could hear silent splashing of water. His mind feverishly tried to understand where he was. And how he got there in the first place? Wasn't he in his dormitory just a few seconds ago? Was it only a dream? But how come he felt so cold, then? A gasp of horror interjected his thoughts. Harry became aware of the presence of somebody whom he didn't notice before. He heard heavily breathing in a corner behind his back. Harry cautiously turned around and saw a standing figure with hands on their eyes. Although it was dark, Harry noticed the person was nearly Harry's height and approximately his constitution. He wanted to ask the boy if he knew what was happening, but the person spoke first.
"Who's there? How did you manage to bring me here? Will you try to kill me? I swear I'll sue you for this... just as soon as I come back home! Kidnapping me in this time of hour?! Scandal! If you wanted my money you could have simply called my agent and..."
"What are you babbling about?" asked Harry, sounding shocked "I was sleeping for Christ sake and the last thing on my mind was to kill somebody! Why would I want to that, anyway?"
"Maybe not kill me, but you certainly wanted my money. Why else would you kidnap..."
"I didn't kidnap you!" exclaimed Harry, now very irritated. He was out of Hogwarts, on a suspiciously looking ship or whatever it was, in a dirty room with a complete lunatic who was claiming that Harry brought him there, in the middle of the night.
It seemed as though the person had been thinking. "So... you aren't gonna hurt me?"
"Nah." responded Harry, as he peered at the boy. There was something rather interesting about him, but he couldn't solve what because of the darkness. "The truth is I know about this place as much as you do and I really don't have idea why would I want your money... I mean, I don't even know who you are."
Hearing that, the boy left a funny sound, as though he thought it was absurd that there was somebody who didn't know who he was.
The fact that Harry sounded like a teenager made him stop believe he'd want to kill him. For the first time he put his hands down and opened his eyes, but he still couldn't see Harry well.
"Were you living in a stupid hole or something? There's no person on the world who doesn't know Daniel Radcliffe!"
"Erm, never heard. Sorry."
"You don't go out much, do ya? Don't watch TV, eh? Don't go to movies?" questioned Daniel, still in disbelief "Do you know how many girls around the world would give everything they had for just a second to be on your place right now?"
"Um, sorry..."
"Never mind," shrugged Daniel "if you don't know mine, I naturally won't know yours. What is it, anyway?"
"Mine? Harry Potter."
At that moment, one small room on one big vessel called The Ship of Madness filled with a hysterical maniacal laugh of a certain boy named Daniel Radcliffe, whilst a person named Harry Potter thought it had been the weirdest dream he had ever had in his entire life.
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* One old legend says that there had been a prophecy regarding the 2003rd Halloween. Nobody remembers how it exactly went and a lot of people quote it differently, but the essence always stays the same:
In precisely 2000 years, when Mars, Venus and Saturn come in the same perfect line, the most unbelievable things will happen. The Ship of Madness will finally leave its harbour and those who appear on it will have their destinies changed. Different worlds will mix and form a confusing totality. The consequences of the events will be great, and possibly, lethal to some of the people on the ship. Whoever the faith had selected to spend a night on The Ship of Madness will have no chance to escape it.
*
Harry looked at his watch. It was almost midnight and he was still awake.
"Just a few more minutes till Halloween," he sleepily thought. "Good ol' boring Halloween. At least there will be bigger feast than the other days. Ron will be happy." He chuckled and turned on the different side of the bed.
The watch on his hand showed 12. At the same moment, Harry felt a sudden jerk underneath. The bed started to quiver, then shake faster and faster and, before Harry even managed to ask himself what had been going on, the trembling stopped as sudden as it began. Harry quickly opened his eyes. On his enormous surprise, he was no loner in his Gryffindor dormitory. The ceiling was noticeably closer and it was very dusty. He shot up in bed and looked around him. He was alone in a filthy, cramped room that smelled oddly antique. The floor was wooden and so were the walls. It all seemed to move and Harry could hear silent splashing of water. His mind feverishly tried to understand where he was. And how he got there in the first place? Wasn't he in his dormitory just a few seconds ago? Was it only a dream? But how come he felt so cold, then? A gasp of horror interjected his thoughts. Harry became aware of the presence of somebody whom he didn't notice before. He heard heavily breathing in a corner behind his back. Harry cautiously turned around and saw a standing figure with hands on their eyes. Although it was dark, Harry noticed the person was nearly Harry's height and approximately his constitution. He wanted to ask the boy if he knew what was happening, but the person spoke first.
"Who's there? How did you manage to bring me here? Will you try to kill me? I swear I'll sue you for this... just as soon as I come back home! Kidnapping me in this time of hour?! Scandal! If you wanted my money you could have simply called my agent and..."
"What are you babbling about?" asked Harry, sounding shocked "I was sleeping for Christ sake and the last thing on my mind was to kill somebody! Why would I want to that, anyway?"
"Maybe not kill me, but you certainly wanted my money. Why else would you kidnap..."
"I didn't kidnap you!" exclaimed Harry, now very irritated. He was out of Hogwarts, on a suspiciously looking ship or whatever it was, in a dirty room with a complete lunatic who was claiming that Harry brought him there, in the middle of the night.
It seemed as though the person had been thinking. "So... you aren't gonna hurt me?"
"Nah." responded Harry, as he peered at the boy. There was something rather interesting about him, but he couldn't solve what because of the darkness. "The truth is I know about this place as much as you do and I really don't have idea why would I want your money... I mean, I don't even know who you are."
Hearing that, the boy left a funny sound, as though he thought it was absurd that there was somebody who didn't know who he was.
The fact that Harry sounded like a teenager made him stop believe he'd want to kill him. For the first time he put his hands down and opened his eyes, but he still couldn't see Harry well.
"Were you living in a stupid hole or something? There's no person on the world who doesn't know Daniel Radcliffe!"
"Erm, never heard. Sorry."
"You don't go out much, do ya? Don't watch TV, eh? Don't go to movies?" questioned Daniel, still in disbelief "Do you know how many girls around the world would give everything they had for just a second to be on your place right now?"
"Um, sorry..."
"Never mind," shrugged Daniel "if you don't know mine, I naturally won't know yours. What is it, anyway?"
"Mine? Harry Potter."
At that moment, one small room on one big vessel called The Ship of Madness filled with a hysterical maniacal laugh of a certain boy named Daniel Radcliffe, whilst a person named Harry Potter thought it had been the weirdest dream he had ever had in his entire life.
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