Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you may recognise from the book. All of them belong to that wonderful writer J.K Rowlings.
Dom, Nicolas, J.P and Anita are all real people that are really enjoying being in my story.
I have created any creature and person you don't recognise from the books.
This story takes place after the publishing of The Prisoner of Azkaban, and the release of the second Harry Potter movie.
Harry is in his fourth year at Hogwarts.
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Chapter one: What do you mean with magic???
The light... too bright... burned the eyes.
J.P felt like he was floating on a cushion of warm air, that he was slowly drifting in a place where time had no real meaning and where he had no care whatsoever. He was so content and happy with whatever had happened to him that he really didn't care about anything else than about continuing floating.
But slowly voices started piercing trough his perfect little world of nothingness and calm, voices saying words that he found somewhat familiar but that didn't relate to him at all.
He struggled for a long time to manage to open his eyes, he could see a white ceiling, white sheets, white clothed people.
J.P groaned.
If there was something he really hated it was being in a hospital, and this place had all the aspect of being some kind of hospital wing. But there was something odd about it. He didn't feel the smell of antibiotics nor other medicaments.
Ever so slowly he sat up in his bed and lifted a hand to run it trough his curls. The last thing he remembered was going to the cinema, and some strange people and...a strong...light.
His eyes snapped wide open, where was Dom and Nicolas, and...Anita.
Looking around he waved toward one of the nurses that finally noticed him and walked over with a quite stern look.
"Ah, so you are awake mister Mailhot, you have been out could for almost a week, we were afraid that you would never wake up."
J.P shook his head slowly, how did she know his name? Had she searched his wallet or something?
He tried to speak but his mouth felt like he had been keeping cotton stuffed there for the least.. A WEEK?!
"Whatcha... no.. it can't be.. Dom... Nicolas... Anita... Where?"
He tried to get to his feet but soon discovered that his leg had decided to take a rather long rest, he couldn't hold his footing and nearly crashed to the floor. The nurse rushing to his side and holding on to him to keep him from falling. Her voice was even more stern as she once more pushed him onto the bed.
"They are all fine, they all woke up a few hours ago. Even mister Homsy is up and around. I must say he was unlucky, he was hit by several hexes. And according to the Auror's that brought you in none of them was aimed for him."
J.P smiled weakly as he slowly laid down on his bed again, feeling that floating sensation grab hold of him once more. He managed to mutter a few words to the nurse before falling asleep.
"That is our Nicolas, always with the Dark Destiny following him."
Then he wasn't able to say anything more as he drifted off to the cosy place of nothingness where he had been floating for the last seven days.
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The day after the four friends were allowed to share the same hospital room. They didn't know much more about where they were, the nurses and doctors seemed reluctant to tell them anything else than the fact that they had been in a coma for several days.
The mood was quite gloomy as the quartet realised that they were not allowed to leave the hospital room, as two rather mean looking men were standing guard outside the door.
Dom and Nicolas were passing the time playing cards with J.P (who was loosing spectacularly), while Anita was walking from one side of the room to the other, talking to herself. A habit that both Dom, Nicolas and J.P knew of and that stopped disturbing them a long time ago, now it was simply just a background sound than anything else.
"I can't remember, I simply can't. But know something is wrong, can't put my finger on it. Something with the cinema. I can't even remember what happend there.. Can you, guys?"
The three young men shook their head without even interrupting their poker game. They were playing for pieces of chocolate, something that the nurses seemed to feed them in abundance.
Anita just sighed and resumed her pacing trough the room, her long ponytail bouncing off her back as she continued muttering to herself.
"Trapped like animals, that is what we are. I want to get out... I want to get out.. I WANT TO GET OUT!"
And suddenly.. she was out.
Anita looked down and realised that somehow she had been transported to the ledge outside their room, a few meters from the closed window, she waved her arms to keep balance as she screamed out quite loudly and scaring away the pigeons.
"HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?!"
All three boy jumped to their feet as Anita disappeared with a loud crack, as if a large bullwhip had been used to whip the floor. All of a sudden she was gone, and all they could hear was her screams. What had happened?
The loud screams of the woman attracted the two guards that burst trough the door to come to the aid of Anita. One of them opened the window and looked out to find Anita barely holding on to the brick wall with her fingers. He shook his head slightly and muttered something to the other man.
The one inside the room pulled out a wand and aimed it at the scared girl on the ledge. The other one holding his arms open as if t grab something.
Before the boys could react to this strange behaviour, the man with the wand called out a loud word.
"ACCIO ANITA!"
Anita felt like something pulled her away from the wall and almost threw her into the waiting arms of the man by the window. She was trembling all over and still confused as to what had happened. How had she ended up on that ledge? She was relieved nevertheless when the two men placed her on the floor and walked out of the room.
The three boys were too dumbfounded to actually realise what had happened, and as they placed their friend Anita in the middle room they didn't even manage to say they were glad for her to be safe.
In fact all four of the young teens were so amazed and scared about what had happened that they didn't even notice a tall old man with a impressively long silver beard that had walked into the room and was looking at them with a deep expression of concern and amusement.
"Ahem.. Gentlemen, and lady. I do believe it is time we had a little chat.
If you could please sit down I do believe we can answer any question you may have."
Albus Dumbledore couldn't help but smile as four pair of eyes finally noticed him and locked on his face, as if searching to read any answer of his wrinkles.
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Anita, Dom, Nicolas and J.P were all staring at the old man in front of them, what he had just told them sounded like something out of a fairy tale.
He had explained it several times already, that the people that were in the theatre and that had surrounded them were Auror's. That the warm sensation they had felt in their bodies was actually streams of magical powers, surging trough their bodies and filling them to the brim with magic
With the result that now all of the four teens had the same magical powers as any wizard and witch of their age.
Dumbledore chuckled softly, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked toward the quartet..
"Of course the Auror's had no idea that the mix of their curses and hexes would produce such a ... interesting result.
I suppose you wish to know what we shall do now that you four have stopped being muggles and become wizards, and witch. I would suggest that all four of you come to Hogwarts and start your studies immediately, I shall also arrange for you to have extra classes so you can reach the level of the other students as soon as possible.
That of course after we make a stop at Diagon Alley and get you your school supplies."
Nicolas was the first to actually manage to say something, even when he had to start over several times as his voice simply refused to come out as anything else than a small squeak. He cleared his throat for he fifth time and finally managed to speak you the old wizard sitting in front of them.
"What do you mean with magic? Magic like in those Harry Potter books by this Rowling woman?
You got to be kidding us."
Dumbledore smiled kindly and shook his head, slowly he got up and walked until he stood in front of the window. He folded his hands behind his back and stayed silent for a few moments, giving the teens time to let the idea sink in.
The next one to speak was Anita, but unlike Nicolas she didn't stutter, she simply jumped to her feet and started waving her hands around as she spoke in a fast and quite loud voice.
"Who are you trying to fool? Those are just BOOKS, there is no such thing as wizards and witches and unicorns and whatsoever. And you can't possibly be the real Dubledore.
I know that the prank we did in the cinema was a bit too much, we have learned our lesson now.. can we please go home?"
Dumbledre sighed and turned to look at the quartet, his blue eyes catching Anita's green ones in a almost entrancing gaze as he spoke once more, his voice more severe than usual.
"Sometimes, miss Salinas, the best way to hide something is by keeping it in plain sight. The books and movies are nothing more than decoys to normal muggles, keeping them for asking too many questions about certain events. It is incredible what kind of blunders you can masquerade as a promotional strategy.
It is also a mean of keeping Voldemort's spies at bay and tell the rest of the wizard world what has happened with Harry during the year.
I assure you that most of what is in the books have indeed happened and that the movies are very loosely based on true facts and events.
Of course some things have been changed. Also most of the books have been charmed with a powerful Conturbatio charm, meaning that whenever a wizard or witch of any kind reads the books the facts that could carry any importance for Voldemort disappear, the pages being filled with nonessential information."
Dom slowly got out of his chair and looked at the old wizard, his dark eyes filled with amusement, he nodded at J.P that seemed to agree with whatever thought was in the head of the spiky haired teen.
"You know, that is bloody brilliant!
If anyone actually sees anyone making magic in the streets they will think its only a promotional trick about the books, what a way to think!"
J.P was the last one to speak, and when he did his voice was low and measured, he seemed to be the most laid back and calm of the quartet. That, and the fact that he had started growing a beard, made him seem older and more mature than his other three friends.
"I do have to ask this. Does our parents know? And if they don't.. who is going to pay for all our school supplies and for our expenses during the school year?"
Dumbledore looked at the plump young man and smiled.
"All your parents know is that you have been accepted to one of the most prestigious schools in all England with all expenses paid. Slowly we will let them know what happened to you and why you have to stay here.
As for the costs..."
The old wizard chuckled and moved to the door and opened it, letting a balding and nervous looking man approach each of the teens and handing them a rather heavy cloth bag before walking back to stand by Dumbledore and speaking in a low voice, it was very clear that he was feeling uncomfortable.
"I am Cornelius Fudge, and I am the current minister of magic.
Unfortunately for both you and for us, Saint Mungo's best healers have been unable to find any way to revert the effect the several spells and hexes had on you.
Since we can't have four muggles running around with wizard powers we have decided to pay all your costs for school and start your training.
Besides we believe that if You-Know-Who managed to get his hands on you four he would be more than happy to torture you and then kill you.
Dumbledore will escort you to Diagon Alley where you will be able to buy all your school supplies, no cost for you ofcourse, before we ship you all to Hogwarts.
Those bags I gave you each contains around 500 galleons, you will be given one such bag a year, so I suggest you use them wisely.
We at the Ministry apologises any inconveniences this particular event may have caused you all.
Have a good day"
With these words the small bald man made his way out of the hospital room, leaving the four teen staring at the bags of money in their hands, feeling incredibly rich.
Slowly they understood that this was no crazy dream, that they were really wizards and that they would soon got to a school where even the wildest dreams could come true.
Anita and Dom where the first two to speak, both of them grinning at Dumbledore as they spoke almost in unison.
"Well what are we waiting for?
Lets go SHOPPING!"
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End of the second chapter, I do hope you all like what I have up so far, I am really inspired and pretty sure that chapter 3 will be up soon.
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Thank you for reading ^.^