Sheesh... Dar, you've got some brilliant ideas. Any body up for a rousing
game of 'a-hole'? Or how about Frisbee? Bring the cards and I'll meet ya on
the bus. Toodles. Oh yeah. They're Dar's and mine- the characters, that is.
Except for some. EEP.
Chapter two: Dumbledore never changes
The three of them landed pretty hard on a grassy field. There was a defining sound pounding their ears. They had landed in the middle of Hogwarts Quidditch field. The players were surrounding them, all looking at them funny. Maybe it was because two girls had a potion all over themselves or maybe because they has just suddenly appeared.
Either way, it made a young man of about 17 separate himself from the crowd. He was carrying a very old modeled broom in his right hand, a mahogany colour to contrast with the Red and Gold of his robes. His hair was a giant mess, and he looked oddly familiar to the girls as he reached out his hand to Shane, to help her up.
Shane took his extended hand, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. He looked at her through dark eyes and asked "Are you alright?"
She looked down at her sister, and pulled her sister to her feet. They dusted each other off, and checked for broken body parts. After a few moment's inspection, they turned to face the young man, and declared "Yeah, we're fine."
After a few seconds of eyeing the man and crowd surrounding them, however, they realized that they were in a very different place than where they'd been a few minutes ago. Shane and Rhoswen looked at each other with incredulity.
"What the hell has happened?" came their father's voice from behind
them.
They spun around and looked to the ground to reveal a pile of robes, to which their father was hatching from. He shook himself off and looked up. He stopped. "What in blazing hells..." he began, looking at the crowd. He knew most of the faces immediately, and could not understand why.
'Perhaps this is a dream...' he thought, unsure of his next move.
The crowd, it seemed, was genuinely interested in himself and his daughters, for they were pressing nearer as each passing moment took place. Next came a voice that could not be mistaken for a dream, for the voice of Dumbledore could not be imagined.
"Everyone, step aside. Professor Dumbledore is here, and all will be well," the younger version of the headmaster declared. He stopped as he came within 6 feet of the three people huddled together.
"Oh dear, we are in trouble."
Shaking himself out of a reverie, Dumbledore motioned for the trio to move off the pit. Snape, understanding that it was to stop alarm for everyone else in the crowds, gently pushed his daughters so they were out of site of the stands, Dumbledore following closely behind. The moment they were out of sight, Dumbledore put a hand on Severus's shoulder to tell him to stop walking.
Dumbledore took in their apparel, and then their faces, and looked puzzled. "Where have you come from? You've obviously apparated, but Where did you apparate from?"
Severus shook slightly, the wind blowing his hair back from his face. "Actually, like it or not, we didn't apparate. We did not even intentionally leave our cozy house to go into the past to look upon of friends and foes."
Shane and Rhoswen looked at their father, uncomprehendingly. What was he talking about? Dumbledore looked at the man before critically, as though Severus has completely lost it.
"I assure you, my mind is fully intact," continued Severus, standing straighter though the gusting wind was blowing him backwards.
Dumbledore smiled a knowing smile and motioned them towards the castle. Once inside the front entrance, he led them towards the statue that had always been outside the headmaster's office.
"Strawberry Marshmallows," he said.
The statue did not move, but the wall behind it shifted, displaying a revolving stairwell that was rising as they watched. They stepped aboard and allowed it to lead them to the entrance of Dumbledore's office, a large oak door that swept open as the headmaster pressed it. The room was revealed to be as it'd always been, large gold framed moving pictures mounted on the wall, a large armoire in the corner, and the large mahogany desk with 2 cushioned chairs bordered around it.
Magicking up another chair, Dumbledore swept the newcomers into the chairs and seated himself behind the abnormal-sized desk.
"Now can you tell me your story?" Dumbledore folded his hands on the
desk.
Shane and Rhoswen looked at each other. Each knew that they could start talking at any time, but knew full well that their father would silence them so as not to have girlish exaggerations disillusioning the entire story.
They knew they wouldn't tell their side of the story in outlandish girly parts, because, after all, they were their father's children, and everyone knew that Snape did not exaggerate, unless it was about punishment, for then, and only then, did he go overboard.
Snape straightened himself in his chair and began the story. He told the headmaster of the potion lesson, the argument, and the improbable consequences that it had brought forth.
Dumbledore listened with rapt attention, nodding encouragement, and asking what ingredients might have had such an effect as to cause time travel.
For once, Severus had no answer, and neither of his daughters knew quite what to make of it. Their Pa had always had the answers, and had never failed to deliver a prompt response to any question, whether it be "Where do you fine 'Wolf's bane'?" to "Where's my glasses?". He knew just what to say at all times, but on the one occasion where he most needed it, he had none, and it frightened them.
And so, Dumbledore listened patiently as Severus Snape told the small tale of how they'd come to be on the Quidditch field.
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully as Severus finished. Shane and Rhoswen stared frightfully at their father as they slowly began to register what was going on about them.
Dumbledore seemingly stared into space for a few moments, his face deep in thought. A moment later, he smiled broadly, and nodded his head as if coming to a decision.
"Well, I cannot help you being here, but I can make you a temporary home with us. I can put the girls into classes, and I can use you as our new Defence Against the Dark Arts, Mr. Snape, with our recent loss of a staff member, if you can bear being around more students?" Severus looked at the headmaster. He had the chance for the job he'd always wanted but was declined for. Perhaps he should go for it... but then... the girls....
He looked at the girls individually and saw the fear in their faces. He quickly placed a had on each of their shoulders and sighed.
"Shane, Rhoswen... I think we need to talk." Severus looked at the Headmaster, who, understanding, excused himself and went into a side room. Severus turned to face his daughters more openly.
"Girls, I know you're scared, right now. But, while we're here, we should make the best of it. You both know that Dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards in the history of magic, and you both know that he would be one of the sole people able to send us to our rightful time. Do you understand?"
Shane looked at her father with pleading eyes. "Pa? Where- WHEN are we, exactly?"
Severus gave a heavy sigh. "Well, judging by the people in the crowd that was surrounding us, we're somewhere during my last years at Hogwarts."
"Your last year, actually, Severus," came Dumbledore's voice from the other end of the room. The trio looked to the headmaster as he stepped back into the room.
Severus looked at his headmaster with a swivel of his head. "How do you know?" he demanded.
Dumbledore smiled his all-knowing smile. "Well, Severus Snape, you really don't expect me not to recognize my excelling student in both the Dark Arts and Potions, do you? Of course not. Now, let's get these girl's settled in houses, and then we shall prepare your temporary office, Professor." Severus opened and closed his jaw reflexively.
The girls perked up at the thought of the Sorting Hat. They were in their last year at Hogwarts in their own time, both being Slytherin, and knew that they would be destined to be in the same house, should the sorting hat come back to their heads.
Dumbledore went to a average height shelf and picked up the raggedy hat, bringing it over to the girls. He placed it on Rhoswen's wavy-long black haired head, and waited a moment before he head a very clear "SLYTHERIN!". Moments later, he placed it on Shane's head and waited for the same reply. When it came, the girls laughed and looked proudly at their father.
Dumbledore replaced the hat on the shelf and looked at the man before him.
"Tell me, Severus, did you do any counselling to students in your time?"
Severus looked at him sharply. "Why yes, actually, I did. In fact, I was the head of the Slytherin house," he proudly boasted.
Dumbledore nodded. "Very good. Well, you see, not only do we need a defence against the dark arts teacher, but also a head of house for Slytherin. You see, the last teacher left quite suddenly, and we have not yet found a replacement."
Severus felt light-headed. It was all he'd ever wanted- to teach the dark arts and to remain the Slytherin house head. Though he disliked showing his house students how proud he was of them, he liked being the head to such a formidable group of students. And to top it all off, he'd have his very own daughters right alongside him.
Life here was good.
"Well, Headmaster, you have found a new Slytherin Head."
Dumbledore smiled. "I thought you might say that. Now, I don't suppose any of you might have luggage or extra clothing?"
They all shook their head.
"Very well then, I will see what we can find until we can arrange a trip to Hogsmead or Diagon Alley, preferably the latter. Now, the students will be arriving shortly from the Quidditch game, so I must take you to the great hall to introduce you to the rest of the students. Ah, but that does pose a problem."
He looked at the trio across from him.
"You see, your younger youth is here in this school, in his last year, as well. We need to change your name." The man paused. "Ah yes, you shall be Mister MacLeod, and you've brought your daughters on an transfer from Beauxbatons. yes, that should do nicely. Girls, remember your last name is MacLeod and you went to Beauxbatons."
He paused.
"Now, normally, I hate to lie to the students and refuse to do it, but today, today is an abnormal situation that requires some kind of disguise. Now, being that that's settled, we shall go the feast that awaits us downstairs."
And with that said, he raised himself from his chair and led them to the great hall.
Chapter two: Dumbledore never changes
The three of them landed pretty hard on a grassy field. There was a defining sound pounding their ears. They had landed in the middle of Hogwarts Quidditch field. The players were surrounding them, all looking at them funny. Maybe it was because two girls had a potion all over themselves or maybe because they has just suddenly appeared.
Either way, it made a young man of about 17 separate himself from the crowd. He was carrying a very old modeled broom in his right hand, a mahogany colour to contrast with the Red and Gold of his robes. His hair was a giant mess, and he looked oddly familiar to the girls as he reached out his hand to Shane, to help her up.
Shane took his extended hand, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. He looked at her through dark eyes and asked "Are you alright?"
She looked down at her sister, and pulled her sister to her feet. They dusted each other off, and checked for broken body parts. After a few moment's inspection, they turned to face the young man, and declared "Yeah, we're fine."
After a few seconds of eyeing the man and crowd surrounding them, however, they realized that they were in a very different place than where they'd been a few minutes ago. Shane and Rhoswen looked at each other with incredulity.
"What the hell has happened?" came their father's voice from behind
them.
They spun around and looked to the ground to reveal a pile of robes, to which their father was hatching from. He shook himself off and looked up. He stopped. "What in blazing hells..." he began, looking at the crowd. He knew most of the faces immediately, and could not understand why.
'Perhaps this is a dream...' he thought, unsure of his next move.
The crowd, it seemed, was genuinely interested in himself and his daughters, for they were pressing nearer as each passing moment took place. Next came a voice that could not be mistaken for a dream, for the voice of Dumbledore could not be imagined.
"Everyone, step aside. Professor Dumbledore is here, and all will be well," the younger version of the headmaster declared. He stopped as he came within 6 feet of the three people huddled together.
"Oh dear, we are in trouble."
Shaking himself out of a reverie, Dumbledore motioned for the trio to move off the pit. Snape, understanding that it was to stop alarm for everyone else in the crowds, gently pushed his daughters so they were out of site of the stands, Dumbledore following closely behind. The moment they were out of sight, Dumbledore put a hand on Severus's shoulder to tell him to stop walking.
Dumbledore took in their apparel, and then their faces, and looked puzzled. "Where have you come from? You've obviously apparated, but Where did you apparate from?"
Severus shook slightly, the wind blowing his hair back from his face. "Actually, like it or not, we didn't apparate. We did not even intentionally leave our cozy house to go into the past to look upon of friends and foes."
Shane and Rhoswen looked at their father, uncomprehendingly. What was he talking about? Dumbledore looked at the man before critically, as though Severus has completely lost it.
"I assure you, my mind is fully intact," continued Severus, standing straighter though the gusting wind was blowing him backwards.
Dumbledore smiled a knowing smile and motioned them towards the castle. Once inside the front entrance, he led them towards the statue that had always been outside the headmaster's office.
"Strawberry Marshmallows," he said.
The statue did not move, but the wall behind it shifted, displaying a revolving stairwell that was rising as they watched. They stepped aboard and allowed it to lead them to the entrance of Dumbledore's office, a large oak door that swept open as the headmaster pressed it. The room was revealed to be as it'd always been, large gold framed moving pictures mounted on the wall, a large armoire in the corner, and the large mahogany desk with 2 cushioned chairs bordered around it.
Magicking up another chair, Dumbledore swept the newcomers into the chairs and seated himself behind the abnormal-sized desk.
"Now can you tell me your story?" Dumbledore folded his hands on the
desk.
Shane and Rhoswen looked at each other. Each knew that they could start talking at any time, but knew full well that their father would silence them so as not to have girlish exaggerations disillusioning the entire story.
They knew they wouldn't tell their side of the story in outlandish girly parts, because, after all, they were their father's children, and everyone knew that Snape did not exaggerate, unless it was about punishment, for then, and only then, did he go overboard.
Snape straightened himself in his chair and began the story. He told the headmaster of the potion lesson, the argument, and the improbable consequences that it had brought forth.
Dumbledore listened with rapt attention, nodding encouragement, and asking what ingredients might have had such an effect as to cause time travel.
For once, Severus had no answer, and neither of his daughters knew quite what to make of it. Their Pa had always had the answers, and had never failed to deliver a prompt response to any question, whether it be "Where do you fine 'Wolf's bane'?" to "Where's my glasses?". He knew just what to say at all times, but on the one occasion where he most needed it, he had none, and it frightened them.
And so, Dumbledore listened patiently as Severus Snape told the small tale of how they'd come to be on the Quidditch field.
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully as Severus finished. Shane and Rhoswen stared frightfully at their father as they slowly began to register what was going on about them.
Dumbledore seemingly stared into space for a few moments, his face deep in thought. A moment later, he smiled broadly, and nodded his head as if coming to a decision.
"Well, I cannot help you being here, but I can make you a temporary home with us. I can put the girls into classes, and I can use you as our new Defence Against the Dark Arts, Mr. Snape, with our recent loss of a staff member, if you can bear being around more students?" Severus looked at the headmaster. He had the chance for the job he'd always wanted but was declined for. Perhaps he should go for it... but then... the girls....
He looked at the girls individually and saw the fear in their faces. He quickly placed a had on each of their shoulders and sighed.
"Shane, Rhoswen... I think we need to talk." Severus looked at the Headmaster, who, understanding, excused himself and went into a side room. Severus turned to face his daughters more openly.
"Girls, I know you're scared, right now. But, while we're here, we should make the best of it. You both know that Dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards in the history of magic, and you both know that he would be one of the sole people able to send us to our rightful time. Do you understand?"
Shane looked at her father with pleading eyes. "Pa? Where- WHEN are we, exactly?"
Severus gave a heavy sigh. "Well, judging by the people in the crowd that was surrounding us, we're somewhere during my last years at Hogwarts."
"Your last year, actually, Severus," came Dumbledore's voice from the other end of the room. The trio looked to the headmaster as he stepped back into the room.
Severus looked at his headmaster with a swivel of his head. "How do you know?" he demanded.
Dumbledore smiled his all-knowing smile. "Well, Severus Snape, you really don't expect me not to recognize my excelling student in both the Dark Arts and Potions, do you? Of course not. Now, let's get these girl's settled in houses, and then we shall prepare your temporary office, Professor." Severus opened and closed his jaw reflexively.
The girls perked up at the thought of the Sorting Hat. They were in their last year at Hogwarts in their own time, both being Slytherin, and knew that they would be destined to be in the same house, should the sorting hat come back to their heads.
Dumbledore went to a average height shelf and picked up the raggedy hat, bringing it over to the girls. He placed it on Rhoswen's wavy-long black haired head, and waited a moment before he head a very clear "SLYTHERIN!". Moments later, he placed it on Shane's head and waited for the same reply. When it came, the girls laughed and looked proudly at their father.
Dumbledore replaced the hat on the shelf and looked at the man before him.
"Tell me, Severus, did you do any counselling to students in your time?"
Severus looked at him sharply. "Why yes, actually, I did. In fact, I was the head of the Slytherin house," he proudly boasted.
Dumbledore nodded. "Very good. Well, you see, not only do we need a defence against the dark arts teacher, but also a head of house for Slytherin. You see, the last teacher left quite suddenly, and we have not yet found a replacement."
Severus felt light-headed. It was all he'd ever wanted- to teach the dark arts and to remain the Slytherin house head. Though he disliked showing his house students how proud he was of them, he liked being the head to such a formidable group of students. And to top it all off, he'd have his very own daughters right alongside him.
Life here was good.
"Well, Headmaster, you have found a new Slytherin Head."
Dumbledore smiled. "I thought you might say that. Now, I don't suppose any of you might have luggage or extra clothing?"
They all shook their head.
"Very well then, I will see what we can find until we can arrange a trip to Hogsmead or Diagon Alley, preferably the latter. Now, the students will be arriving shortly from the Quidditch game, so I must take you to the great hall to introduce you to the rest of the students. Ah, but that does pose a problem."
He looked at the trio across from him.
"You see, your younger youth is here in this school, in his last year, as well. We need to change your name." The man paused. "Ah yes, you shall be Mister MacLeod, and you've brought your daughters on an transfer from Beauxbatons. yes, that should do nicely. Girls, remember your last name is MacLeod and you went to Beauxbatons."
He paused.
"Now, normally, I hate to lie to the students and refuse to do it, but today, today is an abnormal situation that requires some kind of disguise. Now, being that that's settled, we shall go the feast that awaits us downstairs."
And with that said, he raised himself from his chair and led them to the great hall.