Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Harry Potter is the
property of Warner Brothers and were made up by J.K. Rowling, and the
newsies belong to Disney. Oh, I do own the Brooklyn newsies, just not Spot.
Quick Shout Outs!!
Blue Boxer- Thanks SOOO much for the reviews... it's because of you I finished this chapter!! Lol!
Athlete- Thanks for the reviews, too. I updated!! YES!! Lol.
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Jack turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Why don't ya get ready for bed. It's late, even fer us."
"Where's the loo?" Ron asked.
"Da loo?" Racetrack shouted. "Was a LOO?"
Hermione nudged Ron. "The bathroom."
"Oh, dat. It's ovah there." Jack said, pointing.
"Thanks." Harry said, and the three of them headed that way.
"Da loo." Race said, smirking as they walked out of sight.
"Carrot?! Carrot! Can you believe that?! Of course I'm stuck with Carrot!" Ron said.
"Oh, be quiet, Ron. That's not the biggest problem we have right now." Hermione said.
"How did we get here?" Harry asked, trying to figure it out.
"That thing that you took out of your trunk." Ron said.
"What was it?" Harry asked. "We have to get back!"
"We do, we can't miss classes tomorrow." Hermione said.
Ron grinned. "No, I could miss a day... Double Potions tomorrow. Wouldn't mind missing that."
Harry, however, wasn't listening as Ron and Hermione argued. He was thinking about how that thing had gotten into his trunk. Maybe someone had put it in there? But who? Harry sighed. One person came into his head. "Voldemort."
"-what?" Ron asked in mid-sentence.
"It must have been Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed.
"Don't say his name!" Ron said.
"But how could he have gotten past all the teachers? And the enchantments? He can't apparate into the school..." Hermione said, thinking out loud.
"Hermione, this is You-Know-Who we're talking about! He can do pretty much anything." Ron said.
"Who else would want us out of the way?" Harry asked.
"Maybe Dumbledore did it, so You-Know-Who wouldn't be able to find us." Hermione said. "Well, find you, Harry."
Race poked his head into the room. "You t'ree ready yet?"
"Yeah, we're coming." Harry said, leading them back into the bunk room.
"We'll find ya some extra clothes tamorrow." Jack said. "Youse two can sleep heah. Hope ya don't mind sharin'... we don't have an extra bunks, Itey and Snitch already share. Dutchy's lettin' ya use his bunk, he's over with Swifty. And you, youse sleepin' in the sick room. Kloppy won't let ya stay in a room full 'a boys."
Harry spoke up before Ron could say anything. "Thanks."
Jack nodded and led Hermione to the sick room. He flipped the light on, but it didn't do much to lighten the small room. There was just enough space for a single bed, a bed side table, and a rickety old chair. "Ya gotta squeeze in, sorry." Jack said.
Hermione shook her head. "No, it's alright."
"Good." Jack said. "Now, listen. Da 'World' don't let goils sell."
"The 'World'?" Hermione asked, confused.
"It's da paper we sell for." Jack explained. "Yer gonna go ta Brooklyn tamorrow, with Spot, but he's not comin' until after da mornin' edition is sold. So I figured I'd show you t'ree the ropes. You'll need da money for da Lodgin' House in Brooklyn."
"Sounds good." Hermione said.
"Yeah, but you'll have ta wear yer hair up." Jack said. "We can't have Weasel thinkin' yer a goil. Ya won't mind pretendin' ta be a boy, will ya?"
Hermione stared at him for a few seconds, and then nodded again. "Yeah, that's... that's fine."
Jack nodded. "'Night."
Hermione watched as he left the room and closed the door. She fell onto her bed.
"I have to be a boy?" Hermione groaned. "We need to find a way home."
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Alright, I lied. I didn't wait to update this until summer. I got reviews, so I updated... see, the power of reviews!! No, review again, and I might update soon!! Lol. I know it was kinda short... but oh, well, it's finished.
Quick Shout Outs!!
Blue Boxer- Thanks SOOO much for the reviews... it's because of you I finished this chapter!! Lol!
Athlete- Thanks for the reviews, too. I updated!! YES!! Lol.
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Jack turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Why don't ya get ready for bed. It's late, even fer us."
"Where's the loo?" Ron asked.
"Da loo?" Racetrack shouted. "Was a LOO?"
Hermione nudged Ron. "The bathroom."
"Oh, dat. It's ovah there." Jack said, pointing.
"Thanks." Harry said, and the three of them headed that way.
"Da loo." Race said, smirking as they walked out of sight.
"Carrot?! Carrot! Can you believe that?! Of course I'm stuck with Carrot!" Ron said.
"Oh, be quiet, Ron. That's not the biggest problem we have right now." Hermione said.
"How did we get here?" Harry asked, trying to figure it out.
"That thing that you took out of your trunk." Ron said.
"What was it?" Harry asked. "We have to get back!"
"We do, we can't miss classes tomorrow." Hermione said.
Ron grinned. "No, I could miss a day... Double Potions tomorrow. Wouldn't mind missing that."
Harry, however, wasn't listening as Ron and Hermione argued. He was thinking about how that thing had gotten into his trunk. Maybe someone had put it in there? But who? Harry sighed. One person came into his head. "Voldemort."
"-what?" Ron asked in mid-sentence.
"It must have been Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed.
"Don't say his name!" Ron said.
"But how could he have gotten past all the teachers? And the enchantments? He can't apparate into the school..." Hermione said, thinking out loud.
"Hermione, this is You-Know-Who we're talking about! He can do pretty much anything." Ron said.
"Who else would want us out of the way?" Harry asked.
"Maybe Dumbledore did it, so You-Know-Who wouldn't be able to find us." Hermione said. "Well, find you, Harry."
Race poked his head into the room. "You t'ree ready yet?"
"Yeah, we're coming." Harry said, leading them back into the bunk room.
"We'll find ya some extra clothes tamorrow." Jack said. "Youse two can sleep heah. Hope ya don't mind sharin'... we don't have an extra bunks, Itey and Snitch already share. Dutchy's lettin' ya use his bunk, he's over with Swifty. And you, youse sleepin' in the sick room. Kloppy won't let ya stay in a room full 'a boys."
Harry spoke up before Ron could say anything. "Thanks."
Jack nodded and led Hermione to the sick room. He flipped the light on, but it didn't do much to lighten the small room. There was just enough space for a single bed, a bed side table, and a rickety old chair. "Ya gotta squeeze in, sorry." Jack said.
Hermione shook her head. "No, it's alright."
"Good." Jack said. "Now, listen. Da 'World' don't let goils sell."
"The 'World'?" Hermione asked, confused.
"It's da paper we sell for." Jack explained. "Yer gonna go ta Brooklyn tamorrow, with Spot, but he's not comin' until after da mornin' edition is sold. So I figured I'd show you t'ree the ropes. You'll need da money for da Lodgin' House in Brooklyn."
"Sounds good." Hermione said.
"Yeah, but you'll have ta wear yer hair up." Jack said. "We can't have Weasel thinkin' yer a goil. Ya won't mind pretendin' ta be a boy, will ya?"
Hermione stared at him for a few seconds, and then nodded again. "Yeah, that's... that's fine."
Jack nodded. "'Night."
Hermione watched as he left the room and closed the door. She fell onto her bed.
"I have to be a boy?" Hermione groaned. "We need to find a way home."
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Alright, I lied. I didn't wait to update this until summer. I got reviews, so I updated... see, the power of reviews!! No, review again, and I might update soon!! Lol. I know it was kinda short... but oh, well, it's finished.