Disclaimer: Do I really need to repeat myself? There'a short quote
from Prisoner of Azkaban - that's not mine.
Reviews:
Linky2: ...?... ...Oh! You mean one of the quotes? Okay.
styxx: Thanks. I'll be following the book (Philosopher's Stone), so hopefully this won't be too much of a boring, long-winded read.
Author's Note: I'll be switching between the points of view of Chris and Harry. You can tell which is which by looking at the character the sentence focuses on.
Okay then, if I understood him/her (sorry, I can't tell your gender on the basis of your name) correctly, this chapter is dedicated to Linky2, the first to recognise one of the quotes.
Firstly, here's a rare 'treat': the chance to see Pettigrew revealed. I know all you members of the "I-Hate-Peter-Pettigrew Club", (of which I'm an unregistered member) will enjoy reading the first bit. [I hope...]
Chapter Five
(Set a year before Harry starts at Hogwarts)
Albus Dumbledore watched young Percy Weasley patrolling the halls. On his shoulder, he could see something grey. After watching for a moment, he realised the creature was a very fat rat.
"Mister Weasley!" he called. "You are aware that your pet is not what it seems?"
"What do you mean, Professor?" asked Percy.
"Follow me, and whatever you do, do not let the rat go."
Percy's face became incredulous, but he grasped the rat tightly regardless. He followed the Headmaster to his office, where Dumbledore said,
"Now, I'm going to cast a spell on the rat. If he is indeed a rat, it won't harm him." That said, he aimed his wand at the rat and a flash of blue-white light erupted from the wand. The rat floated in mid-air for a moment, then it started to enlargen and become more human. Finally, a man was standing where Scabbers had been, cringing and wringing his hands.
"Peter Pettigrew. Would you like to explain how you became an Animagus, framed Sirius Black and betrayed the Potters?" For that was what the time-guardian had said, however indirectly.
"I... I didn't do it!" Pettigrew squealed.
Dumbledore sighed. "Stupefy!" he said, pointing his wand at Pettigrew, then went to the fireplace. He threw in a pinch of some kind of powder and called, "Cornelius Fudge!" Moments later a head appeared in the fireplace.
"Ah, Cornelius. Would you like to come to Hogwarts? There's something here you might find interesting."
"Very well." Fudge stepped through the fireplace. "What's this all about, Dumbledore?" He stopped and stared. "Is that...?"
"Yes. Peter Pettigrew, alive and well. Now, I was just about to interrogate him using Veritaserum." Dumbledore moved to his desk and pulled out a vial of liquid which he had placed there in case of just such a situation. He walked over to Pettigrew, poured the potion down his throat, and cast "Enervate."
Pettigrew's eyes snapped open. "Now, Peter, would you care to tell us when and how you joined Voldemort, became an Animagus, framed Sirius Black and betrayed the Potters?"
Pettigrew took a breath and started talking. "James Potter Sirius Black and I became Animagi for Remus Lupin, so that he wouldn't be alone during the full moon. It was James and Sirius's idea. It took me a long time to do it. We finally managed it in our fifth year. In sixth year I joined Voldemort because I wanted to be protected by the strongest person. I frmaed Sirius for the murder of those Muggles by blowing up the street, cutting off my finger and transforming into a rat, then running into the sewers.
"The Potters made me their Secret Keeper. They switched from Sirius to me without telling anyone. I was overjoyed and went straight to tell my master."
"And so he killed the Potters." It was not a question.
"Yes."
Dumbledore turned to the minister. "I believe something should be done about Pettigrew?"
"Yes, I'll have him sent off to Azkaban right away." Dumbledore nodded, satisfied.
"Good." The time-guardian would be pleased. "And what of Sirius Black?"
"He'll be pardoned, and all his property will be returned to him."
(About bl**dy time...! Oops! 'Scuse the language!)
~*~
(Chris's native Earth, right before she leaves for Mobius to take Harry to King's Cross.)
"Mum, can't I go?" a twelve-year-old girl with dark brown hair whined.
"No, Amanda, you can't. Maybe next time. I'll have my hands full with Harry, taking him to the station and all. Besides, you'd be bored stupid."
"But you'll be going to _Hogwarts_! Please, can't I go? I'd like to see the place the books are based on!"
"No, 'Manda, and that's final." Amanda walked away, grumbling about the injustice of adults.
"What's 'Manda so worked up about, Mum?" It was Toivo, one of Amanda's brothers.
Chris sighed. "I'm going to pay a visit to Hogwarts. She wants to go."
Toivo nodded. "The books, right?"
"Yeah, she's a bookworm, just like me," Chris agreed. "Now then. You ready to be picked up?"
"Yes, Mum," Toivo sighed. Chris strode over to Amada's room. "Are you packed, Amanda?"
"Yes, Mum," a voice answered from the depths of the room.
"Then bring your bag to the living room." She then moved on to Usko's room. "Usko, are you packed?" The only reply was a grunt.
"What was that?" Chris prompted.
"Yes, mother."
"Alright, bring your bag to the living room, Telltale will be here in a minute."
About two minutes later, three bags sat in the middle of the living room floor, and three pre-teens stood next their bags.
"Be nice to your Uncle TellTale, kids. I don't want to hear that you made trouble of some sort."
"Yes, mother," the triplets chorused.
"Alright. Oh, TellTale, nice to see you again," Chris said, seeing that a brown Sivaoan man had just appeared in the room.
"Nice to see you too, Chris. Are you kids ready to go?"
"Yes," the kids chorused. TellTale arched his whiskers forward.
"Okay, let's go outside." He led the kids out into the yard, where he signalled for his ship, the Explorer, to beam them up.
Once the kids and TellTale were gone, Chris picked up her own bag and walked outside. She turned to the sauna building and called toward the roof. "Orion, want to come with me?" The owl hooted and landed on her shoulder. "Okay, let me lock up."
Chris locked the door, placed the key under the doormat, and stepped away. "Guardian?" Her answer was to find herself back on Gateway.
"Aren't you getting a bit too fond of Mobius, Christina?" a booming, genderless voice asked.
"No, Guardian, I don't think so. Besides, you know perfectly well why I go there so often." Orion hooted his agreement.
"Yes, well..."
"Could you please just send me to Mobius? It's time to take Harry to Hogwarts."
~*~
Chris, with Orion perched on her shoulder, walked into the dining room. Harry, who was just finishing his breakfast, looked up. "Hello, Auntie."
"Hi, Harry-kins. Ready to go?"
"Almost. I just need to get my trunk," Harry answered.
"Okay, why don't you go fetch it, while I let your mum know we'll be leaving soon." Harry nodded and ran upstairs, while Chris went looking for Aleena, Sirius and Remus.
Five minutes later Harry was being showered with enough last-minute affection to last him until Christmas. He did a bit of the typical pre-teen complaining, but in truth he was glad for all the attention. Finally, as the clock struck a quarter past ten, Chris announced that they had better be going.
"Come on, Harry. We'd better be going to Earth - unless you want to miss the train?"
"Aunt Chris! That's not funny!" Harry exclaimed.
Chris smiled slightly, then picked Harry's trunk up. Harry, in turn, picked up Hedwig's cage.
~*~
Two minutes later Chris led Harry to the entrance of King's Cross station. She put the trunk on the trolley and turned to face Harry.
"Now then, Harry. Just follow that family of redheads."
"Aren't you coming with me onto the platform?
"No. First of all, I don't think the barrier would let me through, and besides, you'll find it more interesting going through on your own. Just follow the redheads. Oh, and don't tell anyone just where and with whom you've lived until now. Not till I give the go-ahead. Okay?"
"Alright."
"I'll write - and if you get in trouble, mark my words, I'll be there to yell at you!" Chris promised with a smile. "Have a nice term. Bye."
Harry smiled a bit mischieviously, then started following the family Chris had pointed out. He reached the barrier between platforms nine and ten just in time to hear the mother of the family tell her oldest son to go through first. Harry watched as the boy walked over to the barrier and went straight through.
Once the boy was gone, Harry decided to try it. He pushed his trolley forward and headed for the barrier. Finally he plucked up his courage and started running forward. He passed straight through, and to the other side, where the first sight that greeted his eyes was a bright red steam engine, with a sign overhead saying 'Hogwarts Express'.
Harry started pushing the trolley toward one of the train door, then tried to lift the trunk off the trolley, but failed and dropped the trunk on his toes. His foot hurt, but he knew he would have to get the trunk onto the train as soon as possible.
The twins from the redheaded family walked up and one o f thmem asked, "Want a hand?"
"Yes, please," Harry panted.
With the twins help, Harry's trunk was lifted into the train and carried into a compartment. "Thanks," Harry said as they finished.
"What's that?" one of the twins asked suddenly, pointing at Harry's scar.
"Blimey," said the other twin, "Are you-?"
"What?" Harry asked.
"Harry Potter," the twins chorused.
"Oh, yeah, that's me. Why?" He paused. "It's the Boy-Who-Lived thing again."
The twins answer was prevented by a woman's voice calling, "Fred? George? Are you there?"
"Coming, Mum." The twins gave Harry one last awed look and walked out of the compartment.
~*~
Chris stepped into Dumbledore's office after performing a short hop using her own ability to travel almost instantaneously from one place to another. She was not sure what exactly the ability was, since no-one had ever paid any attention to it, but it was rather useful in tight situations.
"What news of Pettigrew?"
"He was captured and arrested about a year ago."
"And Sirius?"
"Pardoned."
"Good. And about time too!"
~*~
Harry waited util the train started leaving the platform, then got to his feet. Just as he was about to open the door, one of the redheaded boys walked in. The boy pointed to one of the seats.
"Anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full."
Harry shook his head and together they sat down.
To cut it here, or not to cut it here? That is the question. To cut it here. (Not mine either - this [butchered] quote belongs to Mr. Shakespeare.)
I suppose some people might be wondering why I bothered to put in the conversation between Chris and the Guardian of Forever? The answer is that, judging by the works of Ms. Crispin, as well as the novelisation for the script of City on the Edge of Forever, the Guardian is lonely after all those millennia of waiting for someone to ask a question. Who wouldn't be, when the last time he/it spoke to someone was when he/it was built/created?
So I reckon the reason why he/it chose to have time-guardians was that he/it would have company. After all, if the time-guardians can't get to their destination by themselves, they have to talk to the Guardian, therefore giving him/it a bit of company. So (almost) everyone is happy.
As before, please review!
from Prisoner of Azkaban - that's not mine.
Reviews:
Linky2: ...?... ...Oh! You mean one of the quotes? Okay.
styxx: Thanks. I'll be following the book (Philosopher's Stone), so hopefully this won't be too much of a boring, long-winded read.
Author's Note: I'll be switching between the points of view of Chris and Harry. You can tell which is which by looking at the character the sentence focuses on.
Okay then, if I understood him/her (sorry, I can't tell your gender on the basis of your name) correctly, this chapter is dedicated to Linky2, the first to recognise one of the quotes.
Firstly, here's a rare 'treat': the chance to see Pettigrew revealed. I know all you members of the "I-Hate-Peter-Pettigrew Club", (of which I'm an unregistered member) will enjoy reading the first bit. [I hope...]
Chapter Five
(Set a year before Harry starts at Hogwarts)
Albus Dumbledore watched young Percy Weasley patrolling the halls. On his shoulder, he could see something grey. After watching for a moment, he realised the creature was a very fat rat.
"Mister Weasley!" he called. "You are aware that your pet is not what it seems?"
"What do you mean, Professor?" asked Percy.
"Follow me, and whatever you do, do not let the rat go."
Percy's face became incredulous, but he grasped the rat tightly regardless. He followed the Headmaster to his office, where Dumbledore said,
"Now, I'm going to cast a spell on the rat. If he is indeed a rat, it won't harm him." That said, he aimed his wand at the rat and a flash of blue-white light erupted from the wand. The rat floated in mid-air for a moment, then it started to enlargen and become more human. Finally, a man was standing where Scabbers had been, cringing and wringing his hands.
"Peter Pettigrew. Would you like to explain how you became an Animagus, framed Sirius Black and betrayed the Potters?" For that was what the time-guardian had said, however indirectly.
"I... I didn't do it!" Pettigrew squealed.
Dumbledore sighed. "Stupefy!" he said, pointing his wand at Pettigrew, then went to the fireplace. He threw in a pinch of some kind of powder and called, "Cornelius Fudge!" Moments later a head appeared in the fireplace.
"Ah, Cornelius. Would you like to come to Hogwarts? There's something here you might find interesting."
"Very well." Fudge stepped through the fireplace. "What's this all about, Dumbledore?" He stopped and stared. "Is that...?"
"Yes. Peter Pettigrew, alive and well. Now, I was just about to interrogate him using Veritaserum." Dumbledore moved to his desk and pulled out a vial of liquid which he had placed there in case of just such a situation. He walked over to Pettigrew, poured the potion down his throat, and cast "Enervate."
Pettigrew's eyes snapped open. "Now, Peter, would you care to tell us when and how you joined Voldemort, became an Animagus, framed Sirius Black and betrayed the Potters?"
Pettigrew took a breath and started talking. "James Potter Sirius Black and I became Animagi for Remus Lupin, so that he wouldn't be alone during the full moon. It was James and Sirius's idea. It took me a long time to do it. We finally managed it in our fifth year. In sixth year I joined Voldemort because I wanted to be protected by the strongest person. I frmaed Sirius for the murder of those Muggles by blowing up the street, cutting off my finger and transforming into a rat, then running into the sewers.
"The Potters made me their Secret Keeper. They switched from Sirius to me without telling anyone. I was overjoyed and went straight to tell my master."
"And so he killed the Potters." It was not a question.
"Yes."
Dumbledore turned to the minister. "I believe something should be done about Pettigrew?"
"Yes, I'll have him sent off to Azkaban right away." Dumbledore nodded, satisfied.
"Good." The time-guardian would be pleased. "And what of Sirius Black?"
"He'll be pardoned, and all his property will be returned to him."
(About bl**dy time...! Oops! 'Scuse the language!)
~*~
(Chris's native Earth, right before she leaves for Mobius to take Harry to King's Cross.)
"Mum, can't I go?" a twelve-year-old girl with dark brown hair whined.
"No, Amanda, you can't. Maybe next time. I'll have my hands full with Harry, taking him to the station and all. Besides, you'd be bored stupid."
"But you'll be going to _Hogwarts_! Please, can't I go? I'd like to see the place the books are based on!"
"No, 'Manda, and that's final." Amanda walked away, grumbling about the injustice of adults.
"What's 'Manda so worked up about, Mum?" It was Toivo, one of Amanda's brothers.
Chris sighed. "I'm going to pay a visit to Hogwarts. She wants to go."
Toivo nodded. "The books, right?"
"Yeah, she's a bookworm, just like me," Chris agreed. "Now then. You ready to be picked up?"
"Yes, Mum," Toivo sighed. Chris strode over to Amada's room. "Are you packed, Amanda?"
"Yes, Mum," a voice answered from the depths of the room.
"Then bring your bag to the living room." She then moved on to Usko's room. "Usko, are you packed?" The only reply was a grunt.
"What was that?" Chris prompted.
"Yes, mother."
"Alright, bring your bag to the living room, Telltale will be here in a minute."
About two minutes later, three bags sat in the middle of the living room floor, and three pre-teens stood next their bags.
"Be nice to your Uncle TellTale, kids. I don't want to hear that you made trouble of some sort."
"Yes, mother," the triplets chorused.
"Alright. Oh, TellTale, nice to see you again," Chris said, seeing that a brown Sivaoan man had just appeared in the room.
"Nice to see you too, Chris. Are you kids ready to go?"
"Yes," the kids chorused. TellTale arched his whiskers forward.
"Okay, let's go outside." He led the kids out into the yard, where he signalled for his ship, the Explorer, to beam them up.
Once the kids and TellTale were gone, Chris picked up her own bag and walked outside. She turned to the sauna building and called toward the roof. "Orion, want to come with me?" The owl hooted and landed on her shoulder. "Okay, let me lock up."
Chris locked the door, placed the key under the doormat, and stepped away. "Guardian?" Her answer was to find herself back on Gateway.
"Aren't you getting a bit too fond of Mobius, Christina?" a booming, genderless voice asked.
"No, Guardian, I don't think so. Besides, you know perfectly well why I go there so often." Orion hooted his agreement.
"Yes, well..."
"Could you please just send me to Mobius? It's time to take Harry to Hogwarts."
~*~
Chris, with Orion perched on her shoulder, walked into the dining room. Harry, who was just finishing his breakfast, looked up. "Hello, Auntie."
"Hi, Harry-kins. Ready to go?"
"Almost. I just need to get my trunk," Harry answered.
"Okay, why don't you go fetch it, while I let your mum know we'll be leaving soon." Harry nodded and ran upstairs, while Chris went looking for Aleena, Sirius and Remus.
Five minutes later Harry was being showered with enough last-minute affection to last him until Christmas. He did a bit of the typical pre-teen complaining, but in truth he was glad for all the attention. Finally, as the clock struck a quarter past ten, Chris announced that they had better be going.
"Come on, Harry. We'd better be going to Earth - unless you want to miss the train?"
"Aunt Chris! That's not funny!" Harry exclaimed.
Chris smiled slightly, then picked Harry's trunk up. Harry, in turn, picked up Hedwig's cage.
~*~
Two minutes later Chris led Harry to the entrance of King's Cross station. She put the trunk on the trolley and turned to face Harry.
"Now then, Harry. Just follow that family of redheads."
"Aren't you coming with me onto the platform?
"No. First of all, I don't think the barrier would let me through, and besides, you'll find it more interesting going through on your own. Just follow the redheads. Oh, and don't tell anyone just where and with whom you've lived until now. Not till I give the go-ahead. Okay?"
"Alright."
"I'll write - and if you get in trouble, mark my words, I'll be there to yell at you!" Chris promised with a smile. "Have a nice term. Bye."
Harry smiled a bit mischieviously, then started following the family Chris had pointed out. He reached the barrier between platforms nine and ten just in time to hear the mother of the family tell her oldest son to go through first. Harry watched as the boy walked over to the barrier and went straight through.
Once the boy was gone, Harry decided to try it. He pushed his trolley forward and headed for the barrier. Finally he plucked up his courage and started running forward. He passed straight through, and to the other side, where the first sight that greeted his eyes was a bright red steam engine, with a sign overhead saying 'Hogwarts Express'.
Harry started pushing the trolley toward one of the train door, then tried to lift the trunk off the trolley, but failed and dropped the trunk on his toes. His foot hurt, but he knew he would have to get the trunk onto the train as soon as possible.
The twins from the redheaded family walked up and one o f thmem asked, "Want a hand?"
"Yes, please," Harry panted.
With the twins help, Harry's trunk was lifted into the train and carried into a compartment. "Thanks," Harry said as they finished.
"What's that?" one of the twins asked suddenly, pointing at Harry's scar.
"Blimey," said the other twin, "Are you-?"
"What?" Harry asked.
"Harry Potter," the twins chorused.
"Oh, yeah, that's me. Why?" He paused. "It's the Boy-Who-Lived thing again."
The twins answer was prevented by a woman's voice calling, "Fred? George? Are you there?"
"Coming, Mum." The twins gave Harry one last awed look and walked out of the compartment.
~*~
Chris stepped into Dumbledore's office after performing a short hop using her own ability to travel almost instantaneously from one place to another. She was not sure what exactly the ability was, since no-one had ever paid any attention to it, but it was rather useful in tight situations.
"What news of Pettigrew?"
"He was captured and arrested about a year ago."
"And Sirius?"
"Pardoned."
"Good. And about time too!"
~*~
Harry waited util the train started leaving the platform, then got to his feet. Just as he was about to open the door, one of the redheaded boys walked in. The boy pointed to one of the seats.
"Anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full."
Harry shook his head and together they sat down.
To cut it here, or not to cut it here? That is the question. To cut it here. (Not mine either - this [butchered] quote belongs to Mr. Shakespeare.)
I suppose some people might be wondering why I bothered to put in the conversation between Chris and the Guardian of Forever? The answer is that, judging by the works of Ms. Crispin, as well as the novelisation for the script of City on the Edge of Forever, the Guardian is lonely after all those millennia of waiting for someone to ask a question. Who wouldn't be, when the last time he/it spoke to someone was when he/it was built/created?
So I reckon the reason why he/it chose to have time-guardians was that he/it would have company. After all, if the time-guardians can't get to their destination by themselves, they have to talk to the Guardian, therefore giving him/it a bit of company. So (almost) everyone is happy.
As before, please review!