Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Ron, Hermione, or any of the Newsies.
~*~
Harry stood up. "Where are we?"
Ron shrugged. "An alley?"
"That isn't funny, Ron! We're going to miss all our classes tomorrow!" Hermione cried.
"Come on, we can ask someone where we are." Harry led the way out of the alley but stopped when he saw the people.
"Maybe we should ask WHEN we are." Ron said. He looked around. Everyone was wearing old-fashioned clothes. "Wonder if they're all muggles?"
"I don't know, better not ask anyone that. We already look different, and if we ask where we are and what year it is." Harry said, sounding uncertain.
"They might think we had amnesia!" Hermione exclaimed. "That would be a really good excuse, we should use it!"
"I see I found some spies." A voice said from behind Harry. He whirled around and was face to face with a boy with dark brown hair. He was short, but he looked mean.
"We aren't spies." Ron said.
"Like I'd believe ya!" The boy said. He shouted over his shoulder. "Hey, boys! I found some spies, let's take 'em ta Jack."
Five boys walked out of the shadows. Four of them grabbed Harry, Ron, and Hermione, while the other walked next to the first boy. "What kind of clothes are dey wearin', Spot?"
The other boy, whose name was Spot, shook his head. "I don't know."
"Do ya think Jack's still at da Lodgin' House?" the boy asked.
"I dunno, Doc. He might have left for Medda's already." Spot said.
"Wheah do ya think they're from?" Doc asked.
"Doc, how many questions do ya have? I don't know, maybe Harlem. Dey ain't too happy wit us right now." Spot said.
Doc and Spot were silent the rest of the way. Hermione looked over at Harry. "I think we're in America. Harlem is in New York." she whispered.
The boy holding her shook her. "Did I say you could talk?"
Hermione closed her eyes and hung her head. She didn't say anything else. They stopped, finally, in front a theatre, which had a big painted sign that said Irving Hall, and which had a big picture of a lady with red hair on it. A Swedish Meadowlark, it said.
They walked inside and up the stairs to the loft, where they saw a bunch of boys wearing pretty much the same things as Spot, Doc, and the other boys. Spot led the way to one of the boys who had dark blond hair and was wearing a red bandanna.
"Jack, I found dese three in one of da alleys. Thought dey might be spies." Spot said, nodding towards Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"We're not spies!" Harry said.
Doc laughed. "Spies with English accents."
Spot waved him off. Him and Jack talked quietly for a few minutes, then looked up.
"Come heah." Jack said. The person holding Harry released him, and he walked up to Jack.
"What's yer name, kid?" Jack asked him.
"Harry. Harry Potter." Harry said, hoping, maybe for the first time, that someone would recognize the name, though he highly doubted it, and when Jack didn't say anything, his heart fell.
"How old are ya?"
"15." Harry said.
Jack nodded. "Are you a spy?"
"No!" Harry said.
Jack laughed. "Alright, kid. Now, wheah'd ya come from?"
Harry glanced back at Hermione. "We're immigrants." She said.
Harry smiled gratefully. That would work.
"From wheah?" Spot asked.
"England." Harry said.
"How long ya been heah?"
"We had just gotten heah when ya found us." The truth.
"Need a place ta stay?" Jack asked.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you think we were spies?"
Harry groaned, but Jack laughed. "I did. And what's yer name?"
"Um- Ron, Ron Weasley." He said.
"And yours?" Jack asked.
"Hermione Granger." She then noticed that they had let go of her.
"Good names, but dey won't woik heah. Ya need nick names. But we'll think of 'em latah, when we get ta the Lodgin' House." Jack said. "And I'll introduce ya ta all da guys."
Harry looked around at Ron, who shrugged. "Harry, do you think we should ask what year it is?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. We'll find out sooner or later."
"Do you think they expect us to wear those outfits?" Ron made a face.
"We'll have to." Hermione said at once.
Ron groaned. "They're even worse then muggle clothes!"
"Muggle clothes aren't bad, Ron!" Hermione huffed.
"Well, right now, those ARE muggle clothes." Harry said.
"Come on, boys! And you too, goil! We're goin' home, the show's ovah!" Jack called.
"Well, let's go." Hermione said, and she led them out the building.
~*~
Harry stood up. "Where are we?"
Ron shrugged. "An alley?"
"That isn't funny, Ron! We're going to miss all our classes tomorrow!" Hermione cried.
"Come on, we can ask someone where we are." Harry led the way out of the alley but stopped when he saw the people.
"Maybe we should ask WHEN we are." Ron said. He looked around. Everyone was wearing old-fashioned clothes. "Wonder if they're all muggles?"
"I don't know, better not ask anyone that. We already look different, and if we ask where we are and what year it is." Harry said, sounding uncertain.
"They might think we had amnesia!" Hermione exclaimed. "That would be a really good excuse, we should use it!"
"I see I found some spies." A voice said from behind Harry. He whirled around and was face to face with a boy with dark brown hair. He was short, but he looked mean.
"We aren't spies." Ron said.
"Like I'd believe ya!" The boy said. He shouted over his shoulder. "Hey, boys! I found some spies, let's take 'em ta Jack."
Five boys walked out of the shadows. Four of them grabbed Harry, Ron, and Hermione, while the other walked next to the first boy. "What kind of clothes are dey wearin', Spot?"
The other boy, whose name was Spot, shook his head. "I don't know."
"Do ya think Jack's still at da Lodgin' House?" the boy asked.
"I dunno, Doc. He might have left for Medda's already." Spot said.
"Wheah do ya think they're from?" Doc asked.
"Doc, how many questions do ya have? I don't know, maybe Harlem. Dey ain't too happy wit us right now." Spot said.
Doc and Spot were silent the rest of the way. Hermione looked over at Harry. "I think we're in America. Harlem is in New York." she whispered.
The boy holding her shook her. "Did I say you could talk?"
Hermione closed her eyes and hung her head. She didn't say anything else. They stopped, finally, in front a theatre, which had a big painted sign that said Irving Hall, and which had a big picture of a lady with red hair on it. A Swedish Meadowlark, it said.
They walked inside and up the stairs to the loft, where they saw a bunch of boys wearing pretty much the same things as Spot, Doc, and the other boys. Spot led the way to one of the boys who had dark blond hair and was wearing a red bandanna.
"Jack, I found dese three in one of da alleys. Thought dey might be spies." Spot said, nodding towards Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"We're not spies!" Harry said.
Doc laughed. "Spies with English accents."
Spot waved him off. Him and Jack talked quietly for a few minutes, then looked up.
"Come heah." Jack said. The person holding Harry released him, and he walked up to Jack.
"What's yer name, kid?" Jack asked him.
"Harry. Harry Potter." Harry said, hoping, maybe for the first time, that someone would recognize the name, though he highly doubted it, and when Jack didn't say anything, his heart fell.
"How old are ya?"
"15." Harry said.
Jack nodded. "Are you a spy?"
"No!" Harry said.
Jack laughed. "Alright, kid. Now, wheah'd ya come from?"
Harry glanced back at Hermione. "We're immigrants." She said.
Harry smiled gratefully. That would work.
"From wheah?" Spot asked.
"England." Harry said.
"How long ya been heah?"
"We had just gotten heah when ya found us." The truth.
"Need a place ta stay?" Jack asked.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you think we were spies?"
Harry groaned, but Jack laughed. "I did. And what's yer name?"
"Um- Ron, Ron Weasley." He said.
"And yours?" Jack asked.
"Hermione Granger." She then noticed that they had let go of her.
"Good names, but dey won't woik heah. Ya need nick names. But we'll think of 'em latah, when we get ta the Lodgin' House." Jack said. "And I'll introduce ya ta all da guys."
Harry looked around at Ron, who shrugged. "Harry, do you think we should ask what year it is?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. We'll find out sooner or later."
"Do you think they expect us to wear those outfits?" Ron made a face.
"We'll have to." Hermione said at once.
Ron groaned. "They're even worse then muggle clothes!"
"Muggle clothes aren't bad, Ron!" Hermione huffed.
"Well, right now, those ARE muggle clothes." Harry said.
"Come on, boys! And you too, goil! We're goin' home, the show's ovah!" Jack called.
"Well, let's go." Hermione said, and she led them out the building.