Several hours later Samantha awoke. Sitting up in the strange bed she
looked around the room. Where was she? Whose bed was this? Why was there a
girl in the next bed sound asleep? Her sleep filled mind finally awoke and
last nights events came rushing back to her.
It was hard to believe that Samantha was in the Harry Potter universe with her beta at that. Sure she had read those stories where girls got dropped into Hogwarts Great Hall, but she didn't actually think it existed.
"What if I become a Mary Sue?" she cried softly, trying not to wake her friend.
She looked down, and breathed a sigh of relief. There were no tattoos or strange piercings in private places. She waved her hand whispering Accio, no wandless magic either! She wasn't a Mary Sue!
"Damn straight! I have many flaws! I'm insecure, depressed, and have really bad anxiety attacks!"
Samantha yawned and figured five more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt anyone.
Rolling over, Leanne pulled the blankets over her head and muttered about the sun shining in her eyes. Grumbling further, she tossed the pillow at the window. She hated the mornings; Leanne was more of a night person than anything else. She did her best writing when twilight fell upon the Earth.
Sighing, she slowly sat up in bed, glanced around the room. Her head slightly throbbed with the beginnings of a headache. Noting the girl sleeping in the bed next to her, she scratched her head, and stood up.
"I need to find some Tylenol," she muttered to herself and turned the doorknob, hoping not to wake Samantha.
--
Five minutes had turned into an hour by the time Samantha awoke. The sixteen-year-old wished she could just hide in bed all day. However, the noise downstairs was so loud that she would never get back to sleep. Groaning, she kicked off the covers, throwing her long skinny legs over the side of the bed. Padding across the room, Sam winced as her foot came in contact with a lose nail. She thanked ever deity that was present for allowing their room to be right near the stairs.
Samantha entered the kitchen to be greeted with silence. Faye turned to Leanne.
"Okay, what's going on?"
"I asked for Tylenol, they looked at me like I was mad!" Leanne growled, "I gave them the choice, help me, or I'll just throw up on them. Heck, even a pain potion would have been fine, but they just tell me no."
Samantha turned to Snape.
"Couldn't you whip up a potion? Honestly, Leanne always brags about how skillful your hands are in her fics..."
Leanne looked like she was going to faint, her eyes were bugging out of her head, "Samantha! What I write about a fictional character is none of that character's business!"
"That was an oxymoron." Severus growled.
"Excuse me, but who are you people?" A young voice asked snootily.
Both girls turned to see who the owner was. They found they were looking into a face of wild bushy hair. It was Hermione Granger.
"Well?" Hermione demanded impatiently, her small hands on her hips. Her face was pinched into an expression of annoyance.
Turning Leanne looked at Hermione, "Name's Leanne. This is Samantha; we're authors in the Muggle World."
"Call me Faye, now where's the grub?" Sam asked sitting down.
The brunette was starving; she hadn't eaten anything in over 10 hours. Ignoring the questions that were directed at her, she looked around for the food. As if on cue Mrs. Weasley sat a plate of scrambled eggs on the table. She began eating.
Sitting down beside Fred and George Weasley, Leanne began dishing the food out on her plate. "If this comes back up, I'm not responsible for cleaning it up. If someone doesn't have the heart to give me something for this migraine..." she glanced over at Severus, "I'll be sure to throw up in his lap!"
"You do a lot of complaining for a writer." Severus snapped.
"And you're some hot shot Potions Master who enjoys watching people suffer!" she retorted, her brown eyes flashing.
"I'll give you a potion," Fred said, a coy smile on his face.
"Like I would trust you, Fred Weasley, one of the New Age Marauders, yea right! That'd be like me trusting Sirius Black or James Potter!"
"Hey I resent that!" A dark haired man exclaimed.
He had the deepest blue eyes, Sam had ever seen. His hair fell in waves to his broad shoulders. His voice was deep, and there was no doubt he was Sirius Black.
"Kem I frog few?" Sam asked Sirius through a mouthful of eggs.
He turned his blue eyes to her.
"What?"
"I said, can I snog you?" She asked flipping her light colored hair back.
"Samantha!" Leanne giggled throwing a piece of egg at her. "We're not here to snog these people!" Leanne turned to look at Sirius, "actually Mr. Black, unless for some reason you're going to tell me you were some sweet and innocent little teen back in Hogwarts, and have proof to show for it, then I think my comment stands!"
Samantha chucked the rest of her crisp at Leanne. Slowly it flew through the air towards Leanne's direction. Unfortunately Snape decided it was time to reach for some food, and the crisp hit him right in his crooked nose. He sneezed all over the food.
"Ew, Snape boogers!" The brown haired teen shouted.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Ron laughing outright, although he was looking slightly green.
"I trust you all are well?"
Everyone turned to the form of the all-powerful Albus Dumbledore.
"What are you doing here, Albus Percival Brian Wulfrick Dumbledore?"
The white haired wizard looked shocked. How could this small-framed teen know his full name?
"Hey, I thought you avoided this place like the plague..." Leanne caught her self in time from speaking the rest and began to shovel food into her mouth that was on her plate.
This was not happening, even now, even after she promised herself she wouldn't try and change the future of the book, she was speaking outright about what had gone on in the book. Hiccuping, she reached for the glass in front of her, paused, and looked at Albus.
"We know more than you think we do. More than we let on..." Leanne smiled over at Faye. "Don't we?"
The teen nodded in agreement, glancing over at the skinny frame of Harry Potter. The four-eyed teen was listening intently.
"But I really don't think we should talk about this here. Lady Slyth and I should speak to you alone." she commented, stressing the word alone in the room full of people.
"Ah yes, I quite agree" Albus replied, ignoring the protests from everyone in the room.
Gesturing the two girls to follow him, he walked into the order room. "Why does that not surprise me?" Leanne laughed as she followed Albus out of the room. "Did...we do something wrong Professor? I mean, I don't quite recall being a student at Hogwarts, but I do suddenly feel like a little kid walking to the Principal's office."
Albus gave a full belly laugh sitting down. Gesturing the others to sit, Professor Dumbledore turned to face the girls.
His hand sought something in his bright yellow robes. "Lemon drop?" he inquired politely, offering the tin of sweets.
The two fanfiction writers burst out laughing.
"No thank you professor." Faye responded politely. "Can you help us get home?"
"I'm sorry Miss Faye, but we have no means necessary to transport you back to your universe" Albus apologized, stroking his long white beard. "I'm quite intrigued with your world. Would you tell me about it?"
Leanne's eyes fell on the floor. "What do you want to know about it? It's kind of like this one. Save...no magic. There's a war going on, people are as rude as ever. Some of us writers find our escape by writing Fanfiction. In my case, it's the only way I can survive. Fanfiction is my life, my love, my best friend...wow I sound pathetic." she sighed, "There really isn't much to tell you about. Other than, your lives to us are a book we read in our spare time."
"There are five books out, and they tell of life from Harry's point of view. The first book is Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone, the second one is Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, the third book Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, the fourth is Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, and the fifth is Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." Faye explained, patting Leanne's hand in comfort.
"You know our futures?" Albus asked in astonishment.
"Yes but..." she was cut off by Leanne's voice.
"We can't tell it. We're not going to change the future of the characters! I don't like it any more than you do Faye, but, if JKR wanted there to be changes...she would write them herself." Leanne said sternly. Looking up at Albus, "We'll just play the role of a higher power if you may. We won't interfere, much like you don't, and we'll know more than we let on, much like you. But, if we're stuck here, she needs to go to school, and I need a job!"
Albus arched his white eyebrow, opening his mouth to speak. He was cut off by the wide-eyed teen.
"What if we were meant to be here, Lee? What if we have magic? It'll be like that fic that I showed you a couple days ago. I know we're here for a reason, to change the death that will occur!" She cried in frustration. A tear leaked from her eye.
"Right, and you want me to believe I'm a witch?" she thought about it for a minute, "could explain why I have those weird ass daydreams that become real the next day." She took in the strange look from Albus, "In our world we call in Clairvoyance, in yours, I believe you call the person a Seer. I'm not crazy." Pausing, she looked over at Faye, "That death is written in stone, we can't save everyone. I'm not about to become a Mary Sue! Besides, how does one show they are a witch anyway?"
"Well, remember Lady Leanne, when Harry made the glass disappear at the zoo? It's all tied to emotions. It's like in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, everything is tied to blood." Sam answered pushing a brown strand of hair behind her ear. Her face was flushed; you would think that the Blacks intentionally cast a heating charm upon the room.
"Right, three years of studying the books and I don't remember that!" Leanne laughed; how many different nicknames would she end up with before the day was out? She really didn't care; it was just funny to her.
"Alright, so, we get emotional, not on purpose, and if something strange happens we are witches. Professor Dumbledore, is there a possibility I'll get a job at your school? Or do you have to clear that with Minister Fudge?" she questioned, whispering "Crack Head" under her breath.
"How did you..." Mr. Twinkles' eyes asked. "Nevermind, I'm sure I can persuade Cornelius to allow you two at Hogwarts. I'm assuming Miss. Samantha Faye will be accompanying you, yes? There is a counselor position open. Will you take it?"
"Bloody Hell!" Leanne said; eyes wide with shock. She was going to work at Hogwarts, suddenly she felt giddy inside.
"Yes. Wow, wait until I tell my Professors back home that I got a counseling job before I finished my program! Shows them what they know!" she looked at Sam and then back to Albus, "I can't leave her. We're in this together. Just tell Fudge that I'm her only blood relative and that she had no choice but to attend Hogwarts while I work there."
She smiled inwardly, she felt like dancing; jumping for joy, anything to release the over abundance of emotion she was feeling. It had been a long time since she had felt happy, well as happy as she was currently.
"Just a thought though, exactly what will my job entail?"
"Well as you two know, Voldemort is back." The headmaster started, looking at the two excited faces.
They quickly turned to a 'Duh' look.
"I'm afraid that many of the children are traumatized by the death of their fellow student, Cedric Diggory. Also with the war starting, I'm afraid that many children will rebel against everyone, take young Harry for example."
"Wait, you want Leanne to counsel Harry when you won't even look him in the eye?" Sam asked in disbelief, looking from Lee to Dumbledore. "What about us using magic? What's going to happen with that?"
Leanne laughed, "Please tell me you're kidding me? Harry? The Harry Potter? The kid who gets more special attention from the rest of the school, except for Severus Snape, the boy who became the youngest Seeker for the Gryffindor team? The boy who's five times defied Voldemort?"
This had to be some odd dream, this was not happening.
"That boy is an emotional wreck. He'll have to have three appointments a week. Cho Chang will have three also. If you want me to make any progress with the children, will you allow my Professional opinion on the matters of their emotional stability?"
"You, my dear, know them better then I do" Albus replied solemnly, his eyes twinkling as he unstuck two lemon drops.
"How are we going to get the money for everything? We came here with just the clothes on our back and no money at all. I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe magical and muggle and wizard supplies!" Samantha voiced, jumping to her feet. She started pacing the magically induced room, a nervous habit she acquired from her mother.
Standing, Leanne placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, "We'll manage here. It's not like we have much of a choice."
She turned her attention back to Albus, "I am sure you have plans for allowing the children to go to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies under strict surveillance?" she questioned with an "I haven't got a clue" look on her face.
For once she would play dumb, and allow Albus the benefit of the doubt. In other words, she couldn't remember that part of the book for the life of her.
Sam's eyes narrowed in confusion. It wasn't safe for the kids to be out in Diagon Alley, and the book said Molly got their supplies. What was Leanne playing at?
"I'm sure Remus and Alastor will escort you. The bills will be put under the school's account since Lady Anne will be working come this September. Now if you excuse me ladies, I have business to attend to." and with that Albus Dumbledore left the room.
It was hard to believe that Samantha was in the Harry Potter universe with her beta at that. Sure she had read those stories where girls got dropped into Hogwarts Great Hall, but she didn't actually think it existed.
"What if I become a Mary Sue?" she cried softly, trying not to wake her friend.
She looked down, and breathed a sigh of relief. There were no tattoos or strange piercings in private places. She waved her hand whispering Accio, no wandless magic either! She wasn't a Mary Sue!
"Damn straight! I have many flaws! I'm insecure, depressed, and have really bad anxiety attacks!"
Samantha yawned and figured five more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt anyone.
Rolling over, Leanne pulled the blankets over her head and muttered about the sun shining in her eyes. Grumbling further, she tossed the pillow at the window. She hated the mornings; Leanne was more of a night person than anything else. She did her best writing when twilight fell upon the Earth.
Sighing, she slowly sat up in bed, glanced around the room. Her head slightly throbbed with the beginnings of a headache. Noting the girl sleeping in the bed next to her, she scratched her head, and stood up.
"I need to find some Tylenol," she muttered to herself and turned the doorknob, hoping not to wake Samantha.
--
Five minutes had turned into an hour by the time Samantha awoke. The sixteen-year-old wished she could just hide in bed all day. However, the noise downstairs was so loud that she would never get back to sleep. Groaning, she kicked off the covers, throwing her long skinny legs over the side of the bed. Padding across the room, Sam winced as her foot came in contact with a lose nail. She thanked ever deity that was present for allowing their room to be right near the stairs.
Samantha entered the kitchen to be greeted with silence. Faye turned to Leanne.
"Okay, what's going on?"
"I asked for Tylenol, they looked at me like I was mad!" Leanne growled, "I gave them the choice, help me, or I'll just throw up on them. Heck, even a pain potion would have been fine, but they just tell me no."
Samantha turned to Snape.
"Couldn't you whip up a potion? Honestly, Leanne always brags about how skillful your hands are in her fics..."
Leanne looked like she was going to faint, her eyes were bugging out of her head, "Samantha! What I write about a fictional character is none of that character's business!"
"That was an oxymoron." Severus growled.
"Excuse me, but who are you people?" A young voice asked snootily.
Both girls turned to see who the owner was. They found they were looking into a face of wild bushy hair. It was Hermione Granger.
"Well?" Hermione demanded impatiently, her small hands on her hips. Her face was pinched into an expression of annoyance.
Turning Leanne looked at Hermione, "Name's Leanne. This is Samantha; we're authors in the Muggle World."
"Call me Faye, now where's the grub?" Sam asked sitting down.
The brunette was starving; she hadn't eaten anything in over 10 hours. Ignoring the questions that were directed at her, she looked around for the food. As if on cue Mrs. Weasley sat a plate of scrambled eggs on the table. She began eating.
Sitting down beside Fred and George Weasley, Leanne began dishing the food out on her plate. "If this comes back up, I'm not responsible for cleaning it up. If someone doesn't have the heart to give me something for this migraine..." she glanced over at Severus, "I'll be sure to throw up in his lap!"
"You do a lot of complaining for a writer." Severus snapped.
"And you're some hot shot Potions Master who enjoys watching people suffer!" she retorted, her brown eyes flashing.
"I'll give you a potion," Fred said, a coy smile on his face.
"Like I would trust you, Fred Weasley, one of the New Age Marauders, yea right! That'd be like me trusting Sirius Black or James Potter!"
"Hey I resent that!" A dark haired man exclaimed.
He had the deepest blue eyes, Sam had ever seen. His hair fell in waves to his broad shoulders. His voice was deep, and there was no doubt he was Sirius Black.
"Kem I frog few?" Sam asked Sirius through a mouthful of eggs.
He turned his blue eyes to her.
"What?"
"I said, can I snog you?" She asked flipping her light colored hair back.
"Samantha!" Leanne giggled throwing a piece of egg at her. "We're not here to snog these people!" Leanne turned to look at Sirius, "actually Mr. Black, unless for some reason you're going to tell me you were some sweet and innocent little teen back in Hogwarts, and have proof to show for it, then I think my comment stands!"
Samantha chucked the rest of her crisp at Leanne. Slowly it flew through the air towards Leanne's direction. Unfortunately Snape decided it was time to reach for some food, and the crisp hit him right in his crooked nose. He sneezed all over the food.
"Ew, Snape boogers!" The brown haired teen shouted.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Ron laughing outright, although he was looking slightly green.
"I trust you all are well?"
Everyone turned to the form of the all-powerful Albus Dumbledore.
"What are you doing here, Albus Percival Brian Wulfrick Dumbledore?"
The white haired wizard looked shocked. How could this small-framed teen know his full name?
"Hey, I thought you avoided this place like the plague..." Leanne caught her self in time from speaking the rest and began to shovel food into her mouth that was on her plate.
This was not happening, even now, even after she promised herself she wouldn't try and change the future of the book, she was speaking outright about what had gone on in the book. Hiccuping, she reached for the glass in front of her, paused, and looked at Albus.
"We know more than you think we do. More than we let on..." Leanne smiled over at Faye. "Don't we?"
The teen nodded in agreement, glancing over at the skinny frame of Harry Potter. The four-eyed teen was listening intently.
"But I really don't think we should talk about this here. Lady Slyth and I should speak to you alone." she commented, stressing the word alone in the room full of people.
"Ah yes, I quite agree" Albus replied, ignoring the protests from everyone in the room.
Gesturing the two girls to follow him, he walked into the order room. "Why does that not surprise me?" Leanne laughed as she followed Albus out of the room. "Did...we do something wrong Professor? I mean, I don't quite recall being a student at Hogwarts, but I do suddenly feel like a little kid walking to the Principal's office."
Albus gave a full belly laugh sitting down. Gesturing the others to sit, Professor Dumbledore turned to face the girls.
His hand sought something in his bright yellow robes. "Lemon drop?" he inquired politely, offering the tin of sweets.
The two fanfiction writers burst out laughing.
"No thank you professor." Faye responded politely. "Can you help us get home?"
"I'm sorry Miss Faye, but we have no means necessary to transport you back to your universe" Albus apologized, stroking his long white beard. "I'm quite intrigued with your world. Would you tell me about it?"
Leanne's eyes fell on the floor. "What do you want to know about it? It's kind of like this one. Save...no magic. There's a war going on, people are as rude as ever. Some of us writers find our escape by writing Fanfiction. In my case, it's the only way I can survive. Fanfiction is my life, my love, my best friend...wow I sound pathetic." she sighed, "There really isn't much to tell you about. Other than, your lives to us are a book we read in our spare time."
"There are five books out, and they tell of life from Harry's point of view. The first book is Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone, the second one is Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, the third book Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, the fourth is Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, and the fifth is Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix." Faye explained, patting Leanne's hand in comfort.
"You know our futures?" Albus asked in astonishment.
"Yes but..." she was cut off by Leanne's voice.
"We can't tell it. We're not going to change the future of the characters! I don't like it any more than you do Faye, but, if JKR wanted there to be changes...she would write them herself." Leanne said sternly. Looking up at Albus, "We'll just play the role of a higher power if you may. We won't interfere, much like you don't, and we'll know more than we let on, much like you. But, if we're stuck here, she needs to go to school, and I need a job!"
Albus arched his white eyebrow, opening his mouth to speak. He was cut off by the wide-eyed teen.
"What if we were meant to be here, Lee? What if we have magic? It'll be like that fic that I showed you a couple days ago. I know we're here for a reason, to change the death that will occur!" She cried in frustration. A tear leaked from her eye.
"Right, and you want me to believe I'm a witch?" she thought about it for a minute, "could explain why I have those weird ass daydreams that become real the next day." She took in the strange look from Albus, "In our world we call in Clairvoyance, in yours, I believe you call the person a Seer. I'm not crazy." Pausing, she looked over at Faye, "That death is written in stone, we can't save everyone. I'm not about to become a Mary Sue! Besides, how does one show they are a witch anyway?"
"Well, remember Lady Leanne, when Harry made the glass disappear at the zoo? It's all tied to emotions. It's like in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, everything is tied to blood." Sam answered pushing a brown strand of hair behind her ear. Her face was flushed; you would think that the Blacks intentionally cast a heating charm upon the room.
"Right, three years of studying the books and I don't remember that!" Leanne laughed; how many different nicknames would she end up with before the day was out? She really didn't care; it was just funny to her.
"Alright, so, we get emotional, not on purpose, and if something strange happens we are witches. Professor Dumbledore, is there a possibility I'll get a job at your school? Or do you have to clear that with Minister Fudge?" she questioned, whispering "Crack Head" under her breath.
"How did you..." Mr. Twinkles' eyes asked. "Nevermind, I'm sure I can persuade Cornelius to allow you two at Hogwarts. I'm assuming Miss. Samantha Faye will be accompanying you, yes? There is a counselor position open. Will you take it?"
"Bloody Hell!" Leanne said; eyes wide with shock. She was going to work at Hogwarts, suddenly she felt giddy inside.
"Yes. Wow, wait until I tell my Professors back home that I got a counseling job before I finished my program! Shows them what they know!" she looked at Sam and then back to Albus, "I can't leave her. We're in this together. Just tell Fudge that I'm her only blood relative and that she had no choice but to attend Hogwarts while I work there."
She smiled inwardly, she felt like dancing; jumping for joy, anything to release the over abundance of emotion she was feeling. It had been a long time since she had felt happy, well as happy as she was currently.
"Just a thought though, exactly what will my job entail?"
"Well as you two know, Voldemort is back." The headmaster started, looking at the two excited faces.
They quickly turned to a 'Duh' look.
"I'm afraid that many of the children are traumatized by the death of their fellow student, Cedric Diggory. Also with the war starting, I'm afraid that many children will rebel against everyone, take young Harry for example."
"Wait, you want Leanne to counsel Harry when you won't even look him in the eye?" Sam asked in disbelief, looking from Lee to Dumbledore. "What about us using magic? What's going to happen with that?"
Leanne laughed, "Please tell me you're kidding me? Harry? The Harry Potter? The kid who gets more special attention from the rest of the school, except for Severus Snape, the boy who became the youngest Seeker for the Gryffindor team? The boy who's five times defied Voldemort?"
This had to be some odd dream, this was not happening.
"That boy is an emotional wreck. He'll have to have three appointments a week. Cho Chang will have three also. If you want me to make any progress with the children, will you allow my Professional opinion on the matters of their emotional stability?"
"You, my dear, know them better then I do" Albus replied solemnly, his eyes twinkling as he unstuck two lemon drops.
"How are we going to get the money for everything? We came here with just the clothes on our back and no money at all. I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe magical and muggle and wizard supplies!" Samantha voiced, jumping to her feet. She started pacing the magically induced room, a nervous habit she acquired from her mother.
Standing, Leanne placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, "We'll manage here. It's not like we have much of a choice."
She turned her attention back to Albus, "I am sure you have plans for allowing the children to go to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies under strict surveillance?" she questioned with an "I haven't got a clue" look on her face.
For once she would play dumb, and allow Albus the benefit of the doubt. In other words, she couldn't remember that part of the book for the life of her.
Sam's eyes narrowed in confusion. It wasn't safe for the kids to be out in Diagon Alley, and the book said Molly got their supplies. What was Leanne playing at?
"I'm sure Remus and Alastor will escort you. The bills will be put under the school's account since Lady Anne will be working come this September. Now if you excuse me ladies, I have business to attend to." and with that Albus Dumbledore left the room.