Disclaimer: As much as I want to, I don't own Harry Potter OR Newsies.
Harry Potter and everything related to it belongs to Warner Brothers, and
Newsies belongs to Disney.
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Harry, Hermione, and Ron followed the rest of the boys to the Lodging House. Jack, who looked to be the leader, told them to sign in.
"It's two cents a night." Jack said when they finished signing in.
Ron looked over at Harry. "We. We don't have two cents."
Jack shook his head. "Dat's fine. First night's free. Now come upstairs, I'll show youse where you'll sleep. And you can meet some of da guys."
Harry shrugged at the others and walked up the old, rickety stairs. They were met by a ton of voices and a room full of boys of all ages.
"Guys!! HEY GUYS!" Jack shouted, quieting them. "We'se got some new kids!"
"New kids, huh?" one of the boys asked, standing up. "Well, lookit dis, it's a goil!"
"Shuddup, Race." Jack said. "Dis is Harry, Ron, and Her-Her- somethin'."
"Hermione." She said at once.
"Yeah, dat." Jack said. "They need nicknames."
"How 'bout Specs for dat one!" The boy named Race shouted. One of the other boys threw his hat at him.
"Dat's already my name, Race!" The boy, Specs, shouted.
Harry was only half-listening. It was really hot in the room, and it reminded him of his Divination room. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and looked around at everybody in the room. They were all staring at him, Ron, and Hermione, and that reminded him of his sorting. He wondered how they got here, and why they were here instead of in the common room, doing homework. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a shout.
"What's dat on your forehead?" Jack asked.
Harry jumped. "Um. it's a scar."
"It looks like lightnin'." Race commented.
"No kiddin'." Jack said. "Do ya like dat? Lightnin'?"
"For what?" Harry asked.
"A nickname, kid. Stay wit me." Jack said.
"Oh. Well, not really." Harry said.
"Scarface!" one of the boys shouted.
"No way, Skittery! Sounds like a dog name!" another shouted back.
"Yeah, 'cause it is, Itey. I named my dog that." Skittery replied.
"When have you ever had a dog, Skits?" yet another of the boys asked.
"It's his imaginary dog, Swifty. Haven't ya ever seen him talkin' to hiself?" Race asked. The boys all laughed at that, except for Skittery, who glared at them all.
"I did have a dog." Skittery said.
"Yeah, but den it got run over by an imaginary car." Specs said seriously. "I saw it happen."
"So now your sayin' dat your specs have magic powers?" Race asked.
"Like dere's really magic." Skittery said, always in a bad mood.
"Be quiet already, we need ta think of names!" Jack shouted.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all trying not to laugh, but it wasn't easy. Here these boys were talking about magic, and how they don't believe in it- when they have a witch and wizards right in front of them.
"Jack!" Kloppman called up the stairs.
"What, Kloppy?" Jack called back.
"I need to talk to you!" Jack shrugged and walked down the stairs to where Kloppman was waiting.
"Is there a girl up there?" he asked.
Jack laughed. "We won't do nothin'."
"That's not what I meant. You know as well as me that the 'World' doesn't tolerate girl newsies." Kloppman said.
"I was thinkin' about dat. But we can't just throw 'em in the streets, dey ain't got money. And we can't break 'em up. Dey came here tagether."
"So what are you going to do?" Kloppman asked.
"I'm bringin' 'em to Brooklyn. Goils sell there." Jack said. "Spot told me he'd take 'em. He's comin' ta get 'em tomorrow, aftah we sell the first edition."
"So you're not selling tomorrow morning?"
"No, we'll just have da goil put her hair in a hat. Dey need to get a little money for tomorrow night. it ain't free lodgin's dere, and it'll take awhile ta get to Brooklyn."
"Alright, then get back up there and give 'em good names." Kloppman smiled and started to go back behind the counter. "Oh, Jack!"
"Yeah?" Jack asked.
"Have the girl sleep in the sick room. She's not sleeping in a room full of boys."
Jack nodded and went back up.
"What was dat about, Jacky-boy?" Race asked.
"Nothin'. Now, names."
"I think he could use carrot!" Specs said, pointing to Ron. "His hair's red enough."
"I like it." Jack said.
Ron groaned. Of course they gave him a nickname because of his hair. Hope bad would that be, being called CARROT? He was very happy Malfoy wasn't around to here that. He'd never hear the end of it.
"And dat one's scarface." Skittery said.
"It ain't." Jack said.
"What does it say on his jacket?" Specs asked. "We could call 'im that."
Harry looked down at his robe. He had his patch on it, which said Gryffindor. He had forgotten that he still had it on. Ron and Hermione had taken theirs off, and now he wished he had, too.
"Well, what does it say? You can read, can't ya?" Race asked.
Harry nodded. "It says Gryffindor."
"What does DAT mean?" one of the boys shouted. He had been quiet up until now, and he stood up. He had a patch over one eye.
"Shuddup, Kid!" Jack said. "You wanna use dat as your nickname?"
Harry shrugged. He wouldn't really mind, he liked it.
"It's too long." Itey said.
"Yeah, how 'bout. Fif." Jack said.
"Fif? What's dat?" Specs asked.
"It's short, for Gryffindor." Jack explained.
"How 'bout just Griff?" Racetrack asked.
"What do you want, kid?" Jack asked Harry.
"How about Potter?" Harry asked.
"Where'd ya get dat?" Race asked.
"It's my last name." Harry said.
"I like it. So it's Potter and Carrot. No how 'bout da goil?" Jack asked.
"What do ya like to do?" Race asked Hermione.
"I like to read." Hermione said. She couldn't think of anything else. She was too busy trying to think of a way to get back to Hogwarts.
"Den maybe Books?" Specs suggested.
"Nah." Jack said.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Skittery asked Harry and Ron.
"She's always telling us what to do." Ron said. Hermione hit him. "What? You are."
"And she does our homework." Harry said, teasing Hermione.
"You go ta school?" Racetrack asked, gaping at them. "How come you got no money, den?"
"We did go to school. In England. But we. came here because our parents died. and we only had enough money for tickets." Hermione said, making up something.
"Well, you ain't the only orphans heah." Jack said. "Most of us are. Ya came ta the right place."
"We had no choice, we had to come here." Ron mumbled.
"How 'bout Dictionary?" Jack suggested.
"No way! We ain't gonna call her Dictionary!" Specs shouted. "Who'd wanna be called Dictionary?"
"Fine, den. You come up wit somethin'."
Hermione watched them, wondering why she even needed a nickname. It was one of the things she just didn't know.
"Maybe we could call 'er by HER last name, too." Specs suggested after a minute or two.
"Nah, somethin' different." Jack said.
"Why not her real name. I mean, it don't sound like a name, anyway." Specs said. Hermione huffed.
"What was it again?" Skittery asked.
"Hermione." She answered. "And it's a name. In England, anyway. Maybe not here."
"Dat's it! England!" Race shouted out, sounding like he thought he was the smartest person in the world.
"I like it. Whatta you say?" Jack asked.
"It's better than dictionary." Hermione said truthfully.
"Alright. Den everyone, dis is Carrot, Potter, and England." Jack said.
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Looks like I am gonna finish it, lol. I'm going to wait for the next chapter to tell Hermione that she'll have to dress like a boy. that'll be fun!! lol. Anyway, I hope you liked it! I think I'm gonna keep with it. PLEASE REVIEW!! :)
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Harry, Hermione, and Ron followed the rest of the boys to the Lodging House. Jack, who looked to be the leader, told them to sign in.
"It's two cents a night." Jack said when they finished signing in.
Ron looked over at Harry. "We. We don't have two cents."
Jack shook his head. "Dat's fine. First night's free. Now come upstairs, I'll show youse where you'll sleep. And you can meet some of da guys."
Harry shrugged at the others and walked up the old, rickety stairs. They were met by a ton of voices and a room full of boys of all ages.
"Guys!! HEY GUYS!" Jack shouted, quieting them. "We'se got some new kids!"
"New kids, huh?" one of the boys asked, standing up. "Well, lookit dis, it's a goil!"
"Shuddup, Race." Jack said. "Dis is Harry, Ron, and Her-Her- somethin'."
"Hermione." She said at once.
"Yeah, dat." Jack said. "They need nicknames."
"How 'bout Specs for dat one!" The boy named Race shouted. One of the other boys threw his hat at him.
"Dat's already my name, Race!" The boy, Specs, shouted.
Harry was only half-listening. It was really hot in the room, and it reminded him of his Divination room. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and looked around at everybody in the room. They were all staring at him, Ron, and Hermione, and that reminded him of his sorting. He wondered how they got here, and why they were here instead of in the common room, doing homework. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a shout.
"What's dat on your forehead?" Jack asked.
Harry jumped. "Um. it's a scar."
"It looks like lightnin'." Race commented.
"No kiddin'." Jack said. "Do ya like dat? Lightnin'?"
"For what?" Harry asked.
"A nickname, kid. Stay wit me." Jack said.
"Oh. Well, not really." Harry said.
"Scarface!" one of the boys shouted.
"No way, Skittery! Sounds like a dog name!" another shouted back.
"Yeah, 'cause it is, Itey. I named my dog that." Skittery replied.
"When have you ever had a dog, Skits?" yet another of the boys asked.
"It's his imaginary dog, Swifty. Haven't ya ever seen him talkin' to hiself?" Race asked. The boys all laughed at that, except for Skittery, who glared at them all.
"I did have a dog." Skittery said.
"Yeah, but den it got run over by an imaginary car." Specs said seriously. "I saw it happen."
"So now your sayin' dat your specs have magic powers?" Race asked.
"Like dere's really magic." Skittery said, always in a bad mood.
"Be quiet already, we need ta think of names!" Jack shouted.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all trying not to laugh, but it wasn't easy. Here these boys were talking about magic, and how they don't believe in it- when they have a witch and wizards right in front of them.
"Jack!" Kloppman called up the stairs.
"What, Kloppy?" Jack called back.
"I need to talk to you!" Jack shrugged and walked down the stairs to where Kloppman was waiting.
"Is there a girl up there?" he asked.
Jack laughed. "We won't do nothin'."
"That's not what I meant. You know as well as me that the 'World' doesn't tolerate girl newsies." Kloppman said.
"I was thinkin' about dat. But we can't just throw 'em in the streets, dey ain't got money. And we can't break 'em up. Dey came here tagether."
"So what are you going to do?" Kloppman asked.
"I'm bringin' 'em to Brooklyn. Goils sell there." Jack said. "Spot told me he'd take 'em. He's comin' ta get 'em tomorrow, aftah we sell the first edition."
"So you're not selling tomorrow morning?"
"No, we'll just have da goil put her hair in a hat. Dey need to get a little money for tomorrow night. it ain't free lodgin's dere, and it'll take awhile ta get to Brooklyn."
"Alright, then get back up there and give 'em good names." Kloppman smiled and started to go back behind the counter. "Oh, Jack!"
"Yeah?" Jack asked.
"Have the girl sleep in the sick room. She's not sleeping in a room full of boys."
Jack nodded and went back up.
"What was dat about, Jacky-boy?" Race asked.
"Nothin'. Now, names."
"I think he could use carrot!" Specs said, pointing to Ron. "His hair's red enough."
"I like it." Jack said.
Ron groaned. Of course they gave him a nickname because of his hair. Hope bad would that be, being called CARROT? He was very happy Malfoy wasn't around to here that. He'd never hear the end of it.
"And dat one's scarface." Skittery said.
"It ain't." Jack said.
"What does it say on his jacket?" Specs asked. "We could call 'im that."
Harry looked down at his robe. He had his patch on it, which said Gryffindor. He had forgotten that he still had it on. Ron and Hermione had taken theirs off, and now he wished he had, too.
"Well, what does it say? You can read, can't ya?" Race asked.
Harry nodded. "It says Gryffindor."
"What does DAT mean?" one of the boys shouted. He had been quiet up until now, and he stood up. He had a patch over one eye.
"Shuddup, Kid!" Jack said. "You wanna use dat as your nickname?"
Harry shrugged. He wouldn't really mind, he liked it.
"It's too long." Itey said.
"Yeah, how 'bout. Fif." Jack said.
"Fif? What's dat?" Specs asked.
"It's short, for Gryffindor." Jack explained.
"How 'bout just Griff?" Racetrack asked.
"What do you want, kid?" Jack asked Harry.
"How about Potter?" Harry asked.
"Where'd ya get dat?" Race asked.
"It's my last name." Harry said.
"I like it. So it's Potter and Carrot. No how 'bout da goil?" Jack asked.
"What do ya like to do?" Race asked Hermione.
"I like to read." Hermione said. She couldn't think of anything else. She was too busy trying to think of a way to get back to Hogwarts.
"Den maybe Books?" Specs suggested.
"Nah." Jack said.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Skittery asked Harry and Ron.
"She's always telling us what to do." Ron said. Hermione hit him. "What? You are."
"And she does our homework." Harry said, teasing Hermione.
"You go ta school?" Racetrack asked, gaping at them. "How come you got no money, den?"
"We did go to school. In England. But we. came here because our parents died. and we only had enough money for tickets." Hermione said, making up something.
"Well, you ain't the only orphans heah." Jack said. "Most of us are. Ya came ta the right place."
"We had no choice, we had to come here." Ron mumbled.
"How 'bout Dictionary?" Jack suggested.
"No way! We ain't gonna call her Dictionary!" Specs shouted. "Who'd wanna be called Dictionary?"
"Fine, den. You come up wit somethin'."
Hermione watched them, wondering why she even needed a nickname. It was one of the things she just didn't know.
"Maybe we could call 'er by HER last name, too." Specs suggested after a minute or two.
"Nah, somethin' different." Jack said.
"Why not her real name. I mean, it don't sound like a name, anyway." Specs said. Hermione huffed.
"What was it again?" Skittery asked.
"Hermione." She answered. "And it's a name. In England, anyway. Maybe not here."
"Dat's it! England!" Race shouted out, sounding like he thought he was the smartest person in the world.
"I like it. Whatta you say?" Jack asked.
"It's better than dictionary." Hermione said truthfully.
"Alright. Den everyone, dis is Carrot, Potter, and England." Jack said.
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Looks like I am gonna finish it, lol. I'm going to wait for the next chapter to tell Hermione that she'll have to dress like a boy. that'll be fun!! lol. Anyway, I hope you liked it! I think I'm gonna keep with it. PLEASE REVIEW!! :)