Disclaimer: I don't own anything related in the Harry Potter world. I own
myself, though. (This is my first fanfic, so be gentle! =)
With a flip of a page, Michelle and Sarah were whisked off to the realm of Harry Potter
~*~
"Whoa, where are we?" Sarah asked, dazed. She slowly opened her eyes, stared, and quickly shut them at the pain searing through her head. Thinking hard, she tried to remember how she wound up laying on the stone cold floor.
"Um, Michelle, can you hear me?" Sarah asked weakly.
"Yea, yea, I can hear you, Michelle groaned. It looks like we're outside. Look at the night sky."
"But there are walls. And tables. And benches. Those aren't outside things. Sarah said simply. She had gotten to her feet and had begun to look around at the dim room. "Michelle, pinch me, but I think I'm dreaming."
"Gladly," Michelle slowly got up and a moment later, an 'Oww!' had pierced the silence of the hall. Michelle then asked, "So, why did I have to pinch you?"
"Are you blind?! Look where we are!" Sarah cried, exasperated. Michelle takes a glimpse of the area and gasps. "We're at HOGWARTS! This is the great hall! How is this possible?"
Pausing, Michelle turned around to Sarah and smirked. "This isn't Hogwarts. Where is everyone? I don't care if it is the middle of the night, if this really is Hogwarts, why don't we see at least one teacher or something? All I see is that cat near the door. Aww, look its coming toward us!"
The scrawny cat scuttled over to where Sarah and Michelle were standing. Michelle bent down and began to scratch its ears.
"No, Michelle, this is definitely Hogwarts," Sarah said, backing away from the cat. "Because that's Mrs. Norris."
"Mrs. Norris?" Michelle questioned, looking at Sarah suspiciously. "Don't be silly. If that's Mrs. Norris, then she would have yellow -," Michelle stared into those lamp-like yellow eyes. Horrified, she ran to Sarah and whispered, "I have a feeling you're right. Now let's get out of here!"
"Where could we go?" Sarah asked, panicked.
As if a light bulb lit over her head, Michelle squealed, "The Gryffindor tower! The fat lady portrait on the 7th floor!"
Sarah didn't need to be told twice. Both of them sprinted out of the great hall and began to climb the stairs three at a time. They reached the 7th floor landing and without pausing for breath they began to search for the portrait. In a surprisingly short time, they found the portrait.
"Uh oh," Michelle murmured.
"What what? We have to get in before Filch catches us!" Sarah replied, becoming increasingly edgy.
"The password you prat! We don't know the password!" Michelle said, her voice rising with panic, "Just try some!"
"Caput Draconis!" "Banana Fritters!" "Fortuna Major!" "Pig Snout!" "Come on, just let us in!" "That isn't a password!" Sarah shouted at Michelle.
Choosing to ignore this, Michelle continued to utter passwords. "Balderdash! Flibbertigibbet! Wattlebird! Snape is a slimly haired git!"
"Pardon me?" The fat lady said, making Michelle and Sarah nearly jump out of their skins.
"Umm, I said Snape is a slimy haired git," Michelle answered timidly.
And without another word, the portrait (miraculously) swung open.
"Wow," Michelle breathed, in awe. Meanwhile Sarah took a look past Michelle, locking her eyes with a certain amber-eyed feline. Her eyes began to drift upward, where she saw a grimy pair of boots. Her eyes opened in horror.
"Filch! Go in NOW!" Sarah pushed Michelle headlong into the Gryffindor common room. The portrait shut with a dull thud as soon as they entered.
With a sigh of relief, the exhausted friends collapsed into nearby couches and immediately fell asleep
With a flip of a page, Michelle and Sarah were whisked off to the realm of Harry Potter
~*~
"Whoa, where are we?" Sarah asked, dazed. She slowly opened her eyes, stared, and quickly shut them at the pain searing through her head. Thinking hard, she tried to remember how she wound up laying on the stone cold floor.
"Um, Michelle, can you hear me?" Sarah asked weakly.
"Yea, yea, I can hear you, Michelle groaned. It looks like we're outside. Look at the night sky."
"But there are walls. And tables. And benches. Those aren't outside things. Sarah said simply. She had gotten to her feet and had begun to look around at the dim room. "Michelle, pinch me, but I think I'm dreaming."
"Gladly," Michelle slowly got up and a moment later, an 'Oww!' had pierced the silence of the hall. Michelle then asked, "So, why did I have to pinch you?"
"Are you blind?! Look where we are!" Sarah cried, exasperated. Michelle takes a glimpse of the area and gasps. "We're at HOGWARTS! This is the great hall! How is this possible?"
Pausing, Michelle turned around to Sarah and smirked. "This isn't Hogwarts. Where is everyone? I don't care if it is the middle of the night, if this really is Hogwarts, why don't we see at least one teacher or something? All I see is that cat near the door. Aww, look its coming toward us!"
The scrawny cat scuttled over to where Sarah and Michelle were standing. Michelle bent down and began to scratch its ears.
"No, Michelle, this is definitely Hogwarts," Sarah said, backing away from the cat. "Because that's Mrs. Norris."
"Mrs. Norris?" Michelle questioned, looking at Sarah suspiciously. "Don't be silly. If that's Mrs. Norris, then she would have yellow -," Michelle stared into those lamp-like yellow eyes. Horrified, she ran to Sarah and whispered, "I have a feeling you're right. Now let's get out of here!"
"Where could we go?" Sarah asked, panicked.
As if a light bulb lit over her head, Michelle squealed, "The Gryffindor tower! The fat lady portrait on the 7th floor!"
Sarah didn't need to be told twice. Both of them sprinted out of the great hall and began to climb the stairs three at a time. They reached the 7th floor landing and without pausing for breath they began to search for the portrait. In a surprisingly short time, they found the portrait.
"Uh oh," Michelle murmured.
"What what? We have to get in before Filch catches us!" Sarah replied, becoming increasingly edgy.
"The password you prat! We don't know the password!" Michelle said, her voice rising with panic, "Just try some!"
"Caput Draconis!" "Banana Fritters!" "Fortuna Major!" "Pig Snout!" "Come on, just let us in!" "That isn't a password!" Sarah shouted at Michelle.
Choosing to ignore this, Michelle continued to utter passwords. "Balderdash! Flibbertigibbet! Wattlebird! Snape is a slimly haired git!"
"Pardon me?" The fat lady said, making Michelle and Sarah nearly jump out of their skins.
"Umm, I said Snape is a slimy haired git," Michelle answered timidly.
And without another word, the portrait (miraculously) swung open.
"Wow," Michelle breathed, in awe. Meanwhile Sarah took a look past Michelle, locking her eyes with a certain amber-eyed feline. Her eyes began to drift upward, where she saw a grimy pair of boots. Her eyes opened in horror.
"Filch! Go in NOW!" Sarah pushed Michelle headlong into the Gryffindor common room. The portrait shut with a dull thud as soon as they entered.
With a sigh of relief, the exhausted friends collapsed into nearby couches and immediately fell asleep