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"Miss Uton, what is it!" McGonagall cried, but Emma just continued shaking her head in disbelief, chanting "It can't be real, it can't be real." under her breath.
"Miss Uton..." Dumbledore soothed. Emma took a deep, calming breath and relaxed slightly.
"When I fell asleep, it was 2004." Emma whispered inaudibly, in explanation of her peculiar behavior. To her left, McGonagall let out an audible gasp. "So, always assuming, of course, that I haven't gone completely demented, I've not only fallen through some hole that leads to an alternate universe, I've fallen into a hole that lead to a point in time that is over a decade into the past and on the other side of the Atlantic!"
There was a few moments silence as the weight of the situation became apparent.
"Well," said Emma somewhat feebly. "I suppose I won't be portkeying back home then, will I?"
"No, I suppose you won't." Dumbledore sighed heavily "So, you'll have to join the first years here at Hogwarts."
It was perhaps the most unlikely statement that could have come out of his mouth at the point. Needless to say, Emma was in shock.
"Excuse me, what, I mean, did you just say..."she stuttered, her brain working furiously to string together words into a semi-coherent statement.
"That you should join the first years at Hogwarts?" asked Dumbledore, his eye twinkling in a most annoying manner. "Yes, I do believe that's what I said."
Emma stared at him, eyes wide and mouth gaping. "But, I mean, what about the magic? I mean, I don't think, I'm probably a Muggle."
Dumbledore smiled serenely, and the twinkling in his eyes reach a new echelon. "I see you don't remember the events that happened outside on the Hogwarts grounds." Emma raised an eyebrow. "When Professor Kettleburn found you on the edge of the lake, he alerted me to your predicament. Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and myself went to go retrieve you. Professor Snape was the first one to touch you, and I'm afraid you reacted rather badly." he paused smiling at Emma's face, which was arranged into an expression that portrayed something between horror and amusement. "There was no lasting damage, and Madam Pomfrey is quiet convinced he'll wake up in a day or two." Emma blanched, and McGonagall muttered something under her breath. "So I believe that clears up your worries about being a Muggle."
Emma nodded slowly, not daring to look the problem in the face. She could collapse later. "What about money? I'm going to need stuff for school supplies, clothes, and the like. And I'll need a place to stay for the summers..."
Dumbledore held up his hand to stop the onslaught of questions. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now I think we should find you some place to stay. Any suggestions?"
McGonagall fiddled with the sleeve of her robes thoughtfully. "I suppose she could sleep in Severus's quarters. He won't be needing them for a while."
Emma shook her head violently. "I don't think that would go over well. He'd probably take it as an insult that the person who knocked him out was sleeping in his rooms."
Dumbledor chuckled slightly. "Fair point Miss Uton."
"Besides, why couldn't I stay in one of the Houses?" Emma continued
"I'm afraid that they aren't a viable, due to the extensive cleaning the House Elves are giving them." Dumbledore said
"Oh." said Emma, wrinkling her forehead in concentration. Then she smiled. "The Room of Requirement!"
"What?" inquired McGonagall, looking incredulously at Emma through her eyeglasses.
"It's room that changes itself to suit the needs of whomever asks for it." explained Emma. "It's across from a tapestry of somebody called Barney, or Budapest, or something like that, the Barmy, being clubbed to death by trolls he was trying to teach ballet."
Dumbledore looked pensively over the tops of his interlocked fingers at Emma, his cerulean eyes searching her face penetratingly. Emma stared back with her auburn eyes valiantly matching his gaze with her own probing stare.
Dumbledore nodded imperially, and then stood up abruptly. "I believe I know the place you're speaking of. I'll escort you there. Minerva," he said, and the Transfiguration teacher swiftly straighten up. "Kindly go check on our potions professor, if you please."
McGonagall stood up and staunchly walked out of the room. Dumbledore and Emma followed moments later.
"Here's the drapery, so where's the room?" Dumbledore queried, motioning to the portion of wall opposite them. Emma pretended not to hear the cynical tone is his voice.
"You have to walk past the section of wall three times, thinking about what you need to be in that room, and such." she responded, pacing as she did so. "Anytime now... Aha! There it is."
An opulently carved wooden door had appeared amid the granite slabs that lined the corridors. Emma gently pressed the door open, and then gasped in delight at the sight before her.
"Awesome." she exhaled, eye alight with awe and the phenomenon facing her. A small kitchen was in the forefront of the room, and the walls were painted a sinuous array of color that seemed to entwine upon themselves as she watched. Behind the kitchen lay a large, queen sized four poster canopy bed, complete with rich purple hangings and bronze trim. A large window led out to a balcony that over look the lake, which held an ethereal radiance due to the color it reflected from a truly astonishing sunset. A small entertainment system sat across from the bed, and shelves of books lined the wall.
"This is perfect. Absolutely, positively 100% perfect." she said, but no one heard, for Dumbledore had already left the corridor, deep in thought.
From the Journal of Emma Rexi Uton, or Kestrel Denim Cascara, whichever you prefer.
Dear Diary,
I have to say that as weird as things were when I first arrived here, it's small beans compared to what's going on now. To recap, the day began with the sound of the Whomping Willow beating some unfortunate creature to a pulp, and the realization that I was really at Hogwarts, really magical, and really confused. I made myself breakfast, and then got dressed, and was about to leave for Dumbledore's office when I noticed two envelopes on the counter. One was from Dumbledore, telling me to please meet him in the Great Hall when I woke up, although in many more words, and the other was from... someone. I don't recognize the handwriting, and they didn't sign their name, but I wish they had. The letter was very strange. Here I'll copy it down...
My child
I wish good luck on your journey, and offer you some advice.
Firstly, remember to not fear change, but embrace it. Secondly,
nothing is impossible And lastly, a piece of instruction you shall not understand for many years -all things shall come to pass.
Lovingly,
Confusing, eh? Anyway, their was a key inside from Gringotts, so I guess I don't have to worry about money anymore.
Dumbledor was just finishing up a conversation with Hagrid when I arrived. They broke off when they saw me, so three guesses about whom they were talking to.
"Ah Miss Uton." Dumbledore said happily. I'm really beginning to hate the twinkle. "This is Hagrid, our gamekeeper. He's agreed to take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow for your school supplies."
"Dumbledore's explain yer money situation ter me, an' doncha worry about it." Hagrid said, although probably with a bit more accent than I can write.
"It's okay, this was on the counter when I woke up." I replied, holding up the Gringotts key. Hagrid's jaw dropped, and Dumbledore swooped down to take a look at the key. "It has a G on it, so I thought it must be from Gringotts."
Dumbledore nodded, and scratched his chin. "Well this does solve a problem. Have you had breakfast yet?" I nodded "Excellent! Hagrid, why don't you show Emma around." I spent the rest of the day being showed everything on the Hogwarts ground, and I have to say it was fascinating. Did you know that there are two forests on Hogwarts grounds? Anyway, I've got to stop writing now because I'm getting up early to go to Diagon Alley for school stuff. Ta!
-Emma
P.S. I've just realized I didn't tell you about my new name. Dumbledore reckons I should has an alias, although I'm not sure why. It's Kestrel Denim Cascara. Now for real, Ta!
Okay, this chapter is done, so please review ASAP
With that said, on with the show!
"Miss Uton, what is it!" McGonagall cried, but Emma just continued shaking her head in disbelief, chanting "It can't be real, it can't be real." under her breath.
"Miss Uton..." Dumbledore soothed. Emma took a deep, calming breath and relaxed slightly.
"When I fell asleep, it was 2004." Emma whispered inaudibly, in explanation of her peculiar behavior. To her left, McGonagall let out an audible gasp. "So, always assuming, of course, that I haven't gone completely demented, I've not only fallen through some hole that leads to an alternate universe, I've fallen into a hole that lead to a point in time that is over a decade into the past and on the other side of the Atlantic!"
There was a few moments silence as the weight of the situation became apparent.
"Well," said Emma somewhat feebly. "I suppose I won't be portkeying back home then, will I?"
"No, I suppose you won't." Dumbledore sighed heavily "So, you'll have to join the first years here at Hogwarts."
It was perhaps the most unlikely statement that could have come out of his mouth at the point. Needless to say, Emma was in shock.
"Excuse me, what, I mean, did you just say..."she stuttered, her brain working furiously to string together words into a semi-coherent statement.
"That you should join the first years at Hogwarts?" asked Dumbledore, his eye twinkling in a most annoying manner. "Yes, I do believe that's what I said."
Emma stared at him, eyes wide and mouth gaping. "But, I mean, what about the magic? I mean, I don't think, I'm probably a Muggle."
Dumbledore smiled serenely, and the twinkling in his eyes reach a new echelon. "I see you don't remember the events that happened outside on the Hogwarts grounds." Emma raised an eyebrow. "When Professor Kettleburn found you on the edge of the lake, he alerted me to your predicament. Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and myself went to go retrieve you. Professor Snape was the first one to touch you, and I'm afraid you reacted rather badly." he paused smiling at Emma's face, which was arranged into an expression that portrayed something between horror and amusement. "There was no lasting damage, and Madam Pomfrey is quiet convinced he'll wake up in a day or two." Emma blanched, and McGonagall muttered something under her breath. "So I believe that clears up your worries about being a Muggle."
Emma nodded slowly, not daring to look the problem in the face. She could collapse later. "What about money? I'm going to need stuff for school supplies, clothes, and the like. And I'll need a place to stay for the summers..."
Dumbledore held up his hand to stop the onslaught of questions. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now I think we should find you some place to stay. Any suggestions?"
McGonagall fiddled with the sleeve of her robes thoughtfully. "I suppose she could sleep in Severus's quarters. He won't be needing them for a while."
Emma shook her head violently. "I don't think that would go over well. He'd probably take it as an insult that the person who knocked him out was sleeping in his rooms."
Dumbledor chuckled slightly. "Fair point Miss Uton."
"Besides, why couldn't I stay in one of the Houses?" Emma continued
"I'm afraid that they aren't a viable, due to the extensive cleaning the House Elves are giving them." Dumbledore said
"Oh." said Emma, wrinkling her forehead in concentration. Then she smiled. "The Room of Requirement!"
"What?" inquired McGonagall, looking incredulously at Emma through her eyeglasses.
"It's room that changes itself to suit the needs of whomever asks for it." explained Emma. "It's across from a tapestry of somebody called Barney, or Budapest, or something like that, the Barmy, being clubbed to death by trolls he was trying to teach ballet."
Dumbledore looked pensively over the tops of his interlocked fingers at Emma, his cerulean eyes searching her face penetratingly. Emma stared back with her auburn eyes valiantly matching his gaze with her own probing stare.
Dumbledore nodded imperially, and then stood up abruptly. "I believe I know the place you're speaking of. I'll escort you there. Minerva," he said, and the Transfiguration teacher swiftly straighten up. "Kindly go check on our potions professor, if you please."
McGonagall stood up and staunchly walked out of the room. Dumbledore and Emma followed moments later.
"Here's the drapery, so where's the room?" Dumbledore queried, motioning to the portion of wall opposite them. Emma pretended not to hear the cynical tone is his voice.
"You have to walk past the section of wall three times, thinking about what you need to be in that room, and such." she responded, pacing as she did so. "Anytime now... Aha! There it is."
An opulently carved wooden door had appeared amid the granite slabs that lined the corridors. Emma gently pressed the door open, and then gasped in delight at the sight before her.
"Awesome." she exhaled, eye alight with awe and the phenomenon facing her. A small kitchen was in the forefront of the room, and the walls were painted a sinuous array of color that seemed to entwine upon themselves as she watched. Behind the kitchen lay a large, queen sized four poster canopy bed, complete with rich purple hangings and bronze trim. A large window led out to a balcony that over look the lake, which held an ethereal radiance due to the color it reflected from a truly astonishing sunset. A small entertainment system sat across from the bed, and shelves of books lined the wall.
"This is perfect. Absolutely, positively 100% perfect." she said, but no one heard, for Dumbledore had already left the corridor, deep in thought.
From the Journal of Emma Rexi Uton, or Kestrel Denim Cascara, whichever you prefer.
Dear Diary,
I have to say that as weird as things were when I first arrived here, it's small beans compared to what's going on now. To recap, the day began with the sound of the Whomping Willow beating some unfortunate creature to a pulp, and the realization that I was really at Hogwarts, really magical, and really confused. I made myself breakfast, and then got dressed, and was about to leave for Dumbledore's office when I noticed two envelopes on the counter. One was from Dumbledore, telling me to please meet him in the Great Hall when I woke up, although in many more words, and the other was from... someone. I don't recognize the handwriting, and they didn't sign their name, but I wish they had. The letter was very strange. Here I'll copy it down...
My child
I wish good luck on your journey, and offer you some advice.
Firstly, remember to not fear change, but embrace it. Secondly,
nothing is impossible And lastly, a piece of instruction you shall not understand for many years -all things shall come to pass.
Lovingly,
Confusing, eh? Anyway, their was a key inside from Gringotts, so I guess I don't have to worry about money anymore.
Dumbledor was just finishing up a conversation with Hagrid when I arrived. They broke off when they saw me, so three guesses about whom they were talking to.
"Ah Miss Uton." Dumbledore said happily. I'm really beginning to hate the twinkle. "This is Hagrid, our gamekeeper. He's agreed to take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow for your school supplies."
"Dumbledore's explain yer money situation ter me, an' doncha worry about it." Hagrid said, although probably with a bit more accent than I can write.
"It's okay, this was on the counter when I woke up." I replied, holding up the Gringotts key. Hagrid's jaw dropped, and Dumbledore swooped down to take a look at the key. "It has a G on it, so I thought it must be from Gringotts."
Dumbledore nodded, and scratched his chin. "Well this does solve a problem. Have you had breakfast yet?" I nodded "Excellent! Hagrid, why don't you show Emma around." I spent the rest of the day being showed everything on the Hogwarts ground, and I have to say it was fascinating. Did you know that there are two forests on Hogwarts grounds? Anyway, I've got to stop writing now because I'm getting up early to go to Diagon Alley for school stuff. Ta!
-Emma
P.S. I've just realized I didn't tell you about my new name. Dumbledore reckons I should has an alias, although I'm not sure why. It's Kestrel Denim Cascara. Now for real, Ta!
Okay, this chapter is done, so please review ASAP