The rain poured down around the houses outside. Thunder and lightening
clapped several times, illuminating the darkened room. The clock inside the
room glared red at her, as she glanced over at it, finding it nearly 2:30
in the morning. Luckily she had no school, or work in the morning, which
resulted in her sitting up much of the night in the first place. Her mind
raced with a thousand thoughts a moment, as she was sure most authors
suffered the same. The thunder roared as another bolt of lightening struck
the ground. She felt the shock of the electricity running through her
fingers and then her veins. The extra amount of electricity in her small
body rendered her unconscious.
Little did she know, the same thing was occurring several thousand miles away.
Samantha knew she was being silly, as it was just a thunderstorm. She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid; it brought her back to those nights when the trees would make scary shadows outside the window. She was oblivious to the flash of lightning. A boom of thunder sounded causing her to jump slightly from the chair. Deciding it was time to get off, the young teen typed goodbye to her fanfiction buddies as she signed off the internet. Another bolt of lightning flashed; followed by thunder and the next thing she knew was shocks of energy, and blackness.
The first thing she felt was pain. Her body was on fire, and it was like the time when she suffered from a bad case of the flu virus. Consciousness began to seep back to her, and with effort she opened her eyes. Stretching her stiff limbs, Samantha struggled to sit up. Questions ran through her mind as a cough cleared her of all thoughts. The brown haired girls brown eyes met with two twinkling blue ones.
Leanne sat up as if hit with a second bolt of electricity. Her foggy brown eyes scanned the room, as she found herself staring at a room full of oddly dressed people. She wanted to scream, but her throat felt raw. Blinking, she tried to ignore the pain that was screaming for attention.
"What the heck?" she questioned, her voice quivering with fear and pain.
"Where am I? Who are you?" she asked her voice shaking. Her mind was beginning to comprehend what just happened.
Albus looked at the two confused women, one obviously older than the other. He smiled confidently at both of them in turn, and sat back in his chair. "Why child, I'm Albus Dumbledore and who might you be?" the elderly man responded, stroking his beard.
Her brown eyes narrowed in disbelief.
"Right, you're Albus Dumbledore and I'm the queen of England!" Sam growled sarcastically.
"Bloody hell!" Leanne coughed, her eyes wide with shock. "This is the weirdest dream I've ever had. Remind me to get electro-shock therapy when I get home. If this is what happens from a computer shock, I'm all for it!"
Ignoring Mister Albus-Impostor's full chuckle, she turned to the young woman next to her.
"What did you just say? Computer shock, what?" She questioned, reassuring herself that maybe this person could explain what was happening.
Looking at the girl, Leanne replied simply, "I was sitting at my computer, a huge thunderstorm was raging outside, and I believe my house was struck by lightening. A surge ran through my computer and hit me. I woke up here." She looked up at Albus and the others.
Samantha's eyes grew wider and wider as the girls story progressed.
"Me too! I was just logging offline from my computer and poof I get shocked with energy-," she began turning to the group that had assembled nearby.
She hadn't noticed them there before.
"- then I wake up here, with Mr. Twinkle eyes all twinkling at me. I just want to go home" she finished, gesturing the room with her hand.
"Wicked!"
"And you were both on a commuter you say?" the old wizard questioned thoughtfully.
Leanne hadn't moved her eyes from Albus and the others while Samantha was talking. A twinkle of mischief in her eyes. Forcing herself to stand, she staggered over to the table.
"A COMPUTER! Gez, that's as bad as fellytone. It's a TELEPHONE! Man, you'd think a man who loves muggles would have some knowledge of the world!" She hissed, looking at the man. "Besides, I hardly believe you are THE Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, founder of the Order of the Phoenix, and the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared!"
It was true then, Samantha was stuck in the Harry Potter universe with a crazy woman at that.
"Hold on a minute! You read Harry Potter?" Sam questioned excitedly, her eyes sparkling.
"Course I read Harry Potter; I write Fanfiction too." Leanne stated thoughtfully. "Most people know me as DarkLadyofSlytherin, but the select few know me as Leanne." She smiled, "you're another fanfiction author, aren't you?"
"DarkLadyofSlytherin? Would your AIM name happen to be Slytherins Soul?" she inquired, biting her left thumbnail. It was a nervous habit of hers that could never get rid of.
"Better believe it!" She laughed.
"Fanfiction? DarkLadyofSlytherin?" Arthur Weasley questioned with an "inquiring minds want to know look" on his face.
"Were we talking to you?" Leanne snapped harshly at the man. "Besides you're a wizard, you have no idea what goes on in the Muggle world. Oblivious fools! Honestly, wouldn't last a day out there."
Groaning, Sam brought her hands to her face. People had to strain their ears to hear her answer.
"You're my beta!" She exclaimed in a muffled voice.
She lifted her head turning her eyes towards her internet friend.
"Great, I'm sitting here with my beta in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place! Honestly, can this get any worse!"
"I'm you're beta? You need to be more specific, I beta for more than one person you know?" Leanne stated softly, "besides, it definitely could be worse, we could be in Potions with broody Snape, or dealing with Dementors, or Death Eaters, or...dang, that list will get too long!"
"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" Albus asked baffled for the first time in his hundred and fifty years.
"I'm Leanne, 20 years old, 2nd year college student. Psychology is my major, and in my spare time I beta read for fanfiction authors and find unnaturally cruel ways to torture the characters of the Harry Potter Universe. Unfortunately, for the lot of you, it means I spend my time figuring out a way to torture you." She began, "I was sitting at my computer, talking with, I'm figuring Samantha here, when we were both shocked into your world. Of course we know more about your world, because you're just a book to us, or a movie. If I had my books I'd show you, but they're by my other books, and...bugger Mom is so going to have my head when she finds out I've been up all night with Chamber of Secrets in the DVD player. I'm so dead!"
"It's me, fayetonic!" The brunette stated, watching as realization dawned on Lady's face.
Taking a deep breath, Faye slowly gave a short version of her story.
"I go by fayetonic online and Samantha in real life. I live alone with my mom, and I'm an avid reader and writer of Harry Potter fanfiction. I do dabble in the Buffy universe sometimes. I'm sixteen years old, home schooled girl, who has every Harry book including Quidditch Through the Ages and Magical Beasts and Where To Find Them."
"If we could get back to the topic at hand, Headmaster?" Severus Snape questioned, dark eyes watching the two girls closely. "These children should be with the others. They are not Order Members, nor do we know if they are Death Eaters..."
"Call me a Death Eater again and I'll make you eat those words!" Leanne hissed, "You're even more of a git in real life than you are in the books!"
"Books?" a female voice questioned. Everyone's eyes flew towards the pink- haired girl. It was Tonks!
"Look its Tonks!" Sam whispered in awe.
"Oh for cripes sakes have you not being listening?" Leanne questioned dryly. She was definitely not amused with their current situation. "You know, for the last three years, I've been writing fanfiction, reading the books, and watching the movies to the point of knowing each character, and this has got to be the worse nightmare I've ever had! You'd think you all had no brains! I expected more from the Order of the Phoenix!"
"We're from a different world." Samantha supplied helpfully.
"That's preposterous! Albus, I demand that we should memory charm 'em both! Constant Vigilance!" A grizzly voice shouted.
'Constant Vigilance?' she mouthed to Leanne. That could only mean one person, Mad-Eye Moody.
"Preposterous? Constant Vigilance! I can assure you, Alastor Moody, I am not about to have my memory erased by anyone. You're sorely mistaken if you think I am going to allow you to touch me or my friend here." Leanne snarled, stepping in front of Samantha.
"Now, now." Albus said confidently, "I do not believe it will come to that."
"It had better not, or I'll have to kick some royal arse."
Stepping to the side of her friend, Samantha looked at the snarling retired auror. She smugly noted she was taller then the man. Looking down, she realized she was still in her pyjamas. Apparently not matching ones either.
"Look, Can you help us please?" She asked suppressing a yawn.
How long would it take to convince these people? Weren't they supposed to be smart, not blonde? From the look on Lady Slyth's face she was thinking the same thing too.
Turning her back on Mad-Eye, Leanne looked at Albus, "Listen, when we were sent here it was near three am. I'm sure you wonderful wizards have a spell that will send us back to our world and time. We're not supposed to be here, and you know what, we know the future of you people. We can't change what fate has written for you, as much as we may want to, we cannot. I have my exams this week, and already my Professor wants to fail me." She sighed heavily take a look at her clothing, thankfully she had gone to bed in her tracksuit and not changed. Her long brown hair was messily standing on ends. "Crap I look like Snape! I so need to shower!"
"I resent that remark!"
"Actually, you resemble that remark, would be correct Professor." She smiled charmingly at the Professor and waited for an answer from Albus.
"As my friend said, just send us home!" Sam demanded, musing down her tangled red tinted hair.
She would have loved to stay here but she had homework to do and fics to finish. She squinted her eyes at the potions master.
"Hey! His hair isn't that greasy!"
"There is no spell known to wizards that could send you two back home. I do not believe a Time Tuner could do what you ask either. We will give you a warm bed to sleep in, food and shelter until we can find a way to send you home." Albus said calmly.
"That's just bloody lovely," Leanne muttered and walked towards the doorway. "I'll find my way upstairs and crash. I'm too tired to care anymore. Maybe I'll wake up at home and this will have just been a dream"
She wasn't too happy with their situation, but if she was stuck in the Wizarding World, then she was going to make it worth her while. At least she would have a personal advantage when she got home, she would have met the characters in person, and be able to write them better. She hoped.
Samantha followed suit, saying nothing as the two girls wandered upstairs. Finding and empty bedroom was a little difficult with the Weasley children there, and Hermione and Harry. They said nothing as they flittered through the rooms until finding one near the back of the house. Two beds lined the one wall, and a large window opposite the beds. The girls fell onto each bed. Sleep took them instantly.
Little did she know, the same thing was occurring several thousand miles away.
Samantha knew she was being silly, as it was just a thunderstorm. She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid; it brought her back to those nights when the trees would make scary shadows outside the window. She was oblivious to the flash of lightning. A boom of thunder sounded causing her to jump slightly from the chair. Deciding it was time to get off, the young teen typed goodbye to her fanfiction buddies as she signed off the internet. Another bolt of lightning flashed; followed by thunder and the next thing she knew was shocks of energy, and blackness.
The first thing she felt was pain. Her body was on fire, and it was like the time when she suffered from a bad case of the flu virus. Consciousness began to seep back to her, and with effort she opened her eyes. Stretching her stiff limbs, Samantha struggled to sit up. Questions ran through her mind as a cough cleared her of all thoughts. The brown haired girls brown eyes met with two twinkling blue ones.
Leanne sat up as if hit with a second bolt of electricity. Her foggy brown eyes scanned the room, as she found herself staring at a room full of oddly dressed people. She wanted to scream, but her throat felt raw. Blinking, she tried to ignore the pain that was screaming for attention.
"What the heck?" she questioned, her voice quivering with fear and pain.
"Where am I? Who are you?" she asked her voice shaking. Her mind was beginning to comprehend what just happened.
Albus looked at the two confused women, one obviously older than the other. He smiled confidently at both of them in turn, and sat back in his chair. "Why child, I'm Albus Dumbledore and who might you be?" the elderly man responded, stroking his beard.
Her brown eyes narrowed in disbelief.
"Right, you're Albus Dumbledore and I'm the queen of England!" Sam growled sarcastically.
"Bloody hell!" Leanne coughed, her eyes wide with shock. "This is the weirdest dream I've ever had. Remind me to get electro-shock therapy when I get home. If this is what happens from a computer shock, I'm all for it!"
Ignoring Mister Albus-Impostor's full chuckle, she turned to the young woman next to her.
"What did you just say? Computer shock, what?" She questioned, reassuring herself that maybe this person could explain what was happening.
Looking at the girl, Leanne replied simply, "I was sitting at my computer, a huge thunderstorm was raging outside, and I believe my house was struck by lightening. A surge ran through my computer and hit me. I woke up here." She looked up at Albus and the others.
Samantha's eyes grew wider and wider as the girls story progressed.
"Me too! I was just logging offline from my computer and poof I get shocked with energy-," she began turning to the group that had assembled nearby.
She hadn't noticed them there before.
"- then I wake up here, with Mr. Twinkle eyes all twinkling at me. I just want to go home" she finished, gesturing the room with her hand.
"Wicked!"
"And you were both on a commuter you say?" the old wizard questioned thoughtfully.
Leanne hadn't moved her eyes from Albus and the others while Samantha was talking. A twinkle of mischief in her eyes. Forcing herself to stand, she staggered over to the table.
"A COMPUTER! Gez, that's as bad as fellytone. It's a TELEPHONE! Man, you'd think a man who loves muggles would have some knowledge of the world!" She hissed, looking at the man. "Besides, I hardly believe you are THE Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, founder of the Order of the Phoenix, and the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared!"
It was true then, Samantha was stuck in the Harry Potter universe with a crazy woman at that.
"Hold on a minute! You read Harry Potter?" Sam questioned excitedly, her eyes sparkling.
"Course I read Harry Potter; I write Fanfiction too." Leanne stated thoughtfully. "Most people know me as DarkLadyofSlytherin, but the select few know me as Leanne." She smiled, "you're another fanfiction author, aren't you?"
"DarkLadyofSlytherin? Would your AIM name happen to be Slytherins Soul?" she inquired, biting her left thumbnail. It was a nervous habit of hers that could never get rid of.
"Better believe it!" She laughed.
"Fanfiction? DarkLadyofSlytherin?" Arthur Weasley questioned with an "inquiring minds want to know look" on his face.
"Were we talking to you?" Leanne snapped harshly at the man. "Besides you're a wizard, you have no idea what goes on in the Muggle world. Oblivious fools! Honestly, wouldn't last a day out there."
Groaning, Sam brought her hands to her face. People had to strain their ears to hear her answer.
"You're my beta!" She exclaimed in a muffled voice.
She lifted her head turning her eyes towards her internet friend.
"Great, I'm sitting here with my beta in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place! Honestly, can this get any worse!"
"I'm you're beta? You need to be more specific, I beta for more than one person you know?" Leanne stated softly, "besides, it definitely could be worse, we could be in Potions with broody Snape, or dealing with Dementors, or Death Eaters, or...dang, that list will get too long!"
"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" Albus asked baffled for the first time in his hundred and fifty years.
"I'm Leanne, 20 years old, 2nd year college student. Psychology is my major, and in my spare time I beta read for fanfiction authors and find unnaturally cruel ways to torture the characters of the Harry Potter Universe. Unfortunately, for the lot of you, it means I spend my time figuring out a way to torture you." She began, "I was sitting at my computer, talking with, I'm figuring Samantha here, when we were both shocked into your world. Of course we know more about your world, because you're just a book to us, or a movie. If I had my books I'd show you, but they're by my other books, and...bugger Mom is so going to have my head when she finds out I've been up all night with Chamber of Secrets in the DVD player. I'm so dead!"
"It's me, fayetonic!" The brunette stated, watching as realization dawned on Lady's face.
Taking a deep breath, Faye slowly gave a short version of her story.
"I go by fayetonic online and Samantha in real life. I live alone with my mom, and I'm an avid reader and writer of Harry Potter fanfiction. I do dabble in the Buffy universe sometimes. I'm sixteen years old, home schooled girl, who has every Harry book including Quidditch Through the Ages and Magical Beasts and Where To Find Them."
"If we could get back to the topic at hand, Headmaster?" Severus Snape questioned, dark eyes watching the two girls closely. "These children should be with the others. They are not Order Members, nor do we know if they are Death Eaters..."
"Call me a Death Eater again and I'll make you eat those words!" Leanne hissed, "You're even more of a git in real life than you are in the books!"
"Books?" a female voice questioned. Everyone's eyes flew towards the pink- haired girl. It was Tonks!
"Look its Tonks!" Sam whispered in awe.
"Oh for cripes sakes have you not being listening?" Leanne questioned dryly. She was definitely not amused with their current situation. "You know, for the last three years, I've been writing fanfiction, reading the books, and watching the movies to the point of knowing each character, and this has got to be the worse nightmare I've ever had! You'd think you all had no brains! I expected more from the Order of the Phoenix!"
"We're from a different world." Samantha supplied helpfully.
"That's preposterous! Albus, I demand that we should memory charm 'em both! Constant Vigilance!" A grizzly voice shouted.
'Constant Vigilance?' she mouthed to Leanne. That could only mean one person, Mad-Eye Moody.
"Preposterous? Constant Vigilance! I can assure you, Alastor Moody, I am not about to have my memory erased by anyone. You're sorely mistaken if you think I am going to allow you to touch me or my friend here." Leanne snarled, stepping in front of Samantha.
"Now, now." Albus said confidently, "I do not believe it will come to that."
"It had better not, or I'll have to kick some royal arse."
Stepping to the side of her friend, Samantha looked at the snarling retired auror. She smugly noted she was taller then the man. Looking down, she realized she was still in her pyjamas. Apparently not matching ones either.
"Look, Can you help us please?" She asked suppressing a yawn.
How long would it take to convince these people? Weren't they supposed to be smart, not blonde? From the look on Lady Slyth's face she was thinking the same thing too.
Turning her back on Mad-Eye, Leanne looked at Albus, "Listen, when we were sent here it was near three am. I'm sure you wonderful wizards have a spell that will send us back to our world and time. We're not supposed to be here, and you know what, we know the future of you people. We can't change what fate has written for you, as much as we may want to, we cannot. I have my exams this week, and already my Professor wants to fail me." She sighed heavily take a look at her clothing, thankfully she had gone to bed in her tracksuit and not changed. Her long brown hair was messily standing on ends. "Crap I look like Snape! I so need to shower!"
"I resent that remark!"
"Actually, you resemble that remark, would be correct Professor." She smiled charmingly at the Professor and waited for an answer from Albus.
"As my friend said, just send us home!" Sam demanded, musing down her tangled red tinted hair.
She would have loved to stay here but she had homework to do and fics to finish. She squinted her eyes at the potions master.
"Hey! His hair isn't that greasy!"
"There is no spell known to wizards that could send you two back home. I do not believe a Time Tuner could do what you ask either. We will give you a warm bed to sleep in, food and shelter until we can find a way to send you home." Albus said calmly.
"That's just bloody lovely," Leanne muttered and walked towards the doorway. "I'll find my way upstairs and crash. I'm too tired to care anymore. Maybe I'll wake up at home and this will have just been a dream"
She wasn't too happy with their situation, but if she was stuck in the Wizarding World, then she was going to make it worth her while. At least she would have a personal advantage when she got home, she would have met the characters in person, and be able to write them better. She hoped.
Samantha followed suit, saying nothing as the two girls wandered upstairs. Finding and empty bedroom was a little difficult with the Weasley children there, and Hermione and Harry. They said nothing as they flittered through the rooms until finding one near the back of the house. Two beds lined the one wall, and a large window opposite the beds. The girls fell onto each bed. Sleep took them instantly.