Disclaimer: Everything related to Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. The
plotline does, as far as I know of, but I think that's it...
AN: Okay, this is the second chapter of Red, Gold, and Fuchsia. And yes, I know, the first 3 words of the first chapter are the same as the title. That happened accidentally-on-purpose, meaning that it is the title I intended for the story, and I know this sounds corny but those colors sounded good for the sky, and my partner-in-crime (my friend who assists me in ideas) thought that it would be a good way to kick it off...hmm. Maybe I'll have to pay more attention to her influence on the corny-ness of the story, huh? Anyways, back on track, second chapter, here it is, enjoy and review.
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"I didn't think you'd be waiting on the roof!" The man exclaimed in a hoarse voice.
"Sir—I mean, Mister Dumbledore, I—"
"Oh, sorry, Dumbledore couldn't make it tonight. He has—ah—unfinished business to attend to. I'm Remus Lupin."
"Sorry, Mr. Lupin—"
"Just Lupin, if you don't mind."
"Oh, sorry, uh, Lupin." Adriana was very confused now. "See, I don't know how I got on the roof. I was in there—" she gestured toward Byron's open window, through which Uncle James stuck his head out.
"GET IN HERE, ADRIANA GOLDCHESTER!" he yelled.
"Goldchester?" Lupin looked worried. "I was supposed to get an Adriana Potter!"
"Wait—I-I-I think I might be her. I got a letter addressed to Adriana Potter yesterday, and the owl who delivered it seemed to know exactly who I was. And I had this dream," she added, suddenly remembering. She described it to Lupin. He looked at her, astonished.
"Wow. I mean, that happened years ago, but that's Harry and Hermione!"
"Did they die?" Adriana asked quietly.
"No, in fact, they're waiting for us at the hea-I mean, where we're going. Hey," he said, "we ought to be going. You got your things? Good. Ever ridden before?"
Adriana looked at him.
"You can ride those things? Wait, no that's impossible...wake up, Adriana, waaaake up!"
Lupin chuckled. "I forgot you don't know these things," he said.
"What things?"
"About the other world. Actually, I doubt I should be the one to explain this stuff to you...let's just go, okay?" Adriana nodded. Lupin helped her onto the broom and told her to hold onto his waist. "Don't let go," he instructed.
The broom ride was amazing. Adriana could see for miles around. The sky was lightening around the edges as the sun started rising. "It's like the whole world is yawning and just waking up," she said, watching as, one by one, lights came on in the city apartments.
"Wow," Lupin said, "You're good with words. Comes from your mum, no doubt. Harry can't express himself that way. Heaven knows how he got so many admirers in school..."
"You mean—those people—Harry and Hermione—are my parents?"
"Sure," Lupin said lightly. "You look just like your mother, with Harry's eyes, of course. Right, now here's the airport. Do you know much about them? Airports, I mean. I'm afraid I've never been in one."
"The Mandens never took me anywhere. Are they really my aunt and uncle? We have nothing in common."
"I doubt it. Hold on, we're diving!" The broom descended into the empty parking lot. "Dumbledore had to do a lot to make sure no Muggles would see us," Lupin explained.
"Muggles?"
"Non-magic folks," Lupin answered. "Do you think you could buy our tickets?"
Adriana nodded and Lupin, looking very relieved, led her inside the airport and to the ticket counter. One glance at the person behind the counter told Adriana that this woman was not someone to cross. She had steely grey eyes which were squinted in grumpiness, and evidence of a perpetual frown creased her forehead. Adriana gulped and slowly made her way toward the counter. She avoided her gaze as she asked for two tickets to London.
"My uncle's deaf," she explained, gesturing toward Lupin. "We're going to visit my grandparents." The woman, whose nametag read Mafalda, merely glared and punched some numbers into the computer. She produced to tickets to London, and Adriana snatched them and fast-walked back to Lupin. She shuddered at the thought of having to work with Mafalda, but otherwise put the grumpy ticket seller out of her mind as she walked with Lupin onto the airplane.
Although she had gotten seats in coach, she thought that the seats were more comfortable than any seat she had had at home and settled right in. Lupin, however, nervously glanced out the window frequently. She put her hand on his arm and he relaxed slightly.
"It's my first flight," he explained. "On an airplane, anyway. I'm used to broomsticks." Adriana smiled.
"It's my first flight, too."
For the rest of the flight, Adriana was quiet and thoughtful. She thought about her parents, and what a wild ride the past 24 hours had been, and about the new life she was heading into. Lupin, taking his lead from her, was silent but glanced at her every so often with a concerned look on his face.
After they arrived in London, Adriana followed Lupin through the stuffy terminal. Lupin, who had carried the broom with him, pulled Adriana aside.
"We have to find a place where no one will see us so we can take off," he whispered urgently. He spotted the observation tower and brought her to the top. They made sure no one was around before they mounted the broomstick and took off. Once again, Adriana felt the rush of the wind through her hair and let out a "Wahoo!" as they flew over a small town next to London.
They landed with a thump in, at first glance, was an orderly neighborhood. At a closer look, Adriana could see that this neighborhood was not normal. For example, there were strange potato-like creatures running through an herb garden, which had herbs she had never seen before, Lupin strode to number 43 and beckoned Adriana closer. He tapped a pattern in the bricks beside the door. A red-headed man stuck his head out the window.
"Hey, Professor Lupin. I'll tell them you're here."
"Hi, Ron. This is Adriana. Adriana, Ron Weasley." Ron stared at her.
"Blimey," he said, before pulling his head in the window. While they had been talking, another house, number 44, had pushed its way into the space between numbers 45 and 43. Adriana's bright green eyes widened. The door opened and Lupin nudged Adriana through.
"Harry! Hermione! We're here!" he called.
"Ooh, coming!" a female voice called back down the mahogany staircase.
"Is Harry here?" Lupin said loudly, as if he was carrying on a conversation with someone across the house. Adriana supposed he was, but by now her brain was so overflowed with the impossible things she had seen today it was too exhausted to carry complicated thoughts.
"I don't know," Hermione yelled back. "I think he and Dumbledore are still working on that important business he mentioned earlier."
Adriana stared at the photographs on the hall table. Those people, she thought, they look like me! Lupin saw her looking at the pictures and silently pointed to one. Her eyes followed his finger and rested on a picture of the man and woman in her dream holding a toddler with lots of brown hair and green eyes.
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I haven't decided yet if I want to update the next 2 chapters before I go, so maybe you guys should tell me. After all, you're the ones who read. (
insanehpluver
AN: Okay, this is the second chapter of Red, Gold, and Fuchsia. And yes, I know, the first 3 words of the first chapter are the same as the title. That happened accidentally-on-purpose, meaning that it is the title I intended for the story, and I know this sounds corny but those colors sounded good for the sky, and my partner-in-crime (my friend who assists me in ideas) thought that it would be a good way to kick it off...hmm. Maybe I'll have to pay more attention to her influence on the corny-ness of the story, huh? Anyways, back on track, second chapter, here it is, enjoy and review.
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"I didn't think you'd be waiting on the roof!" The man exclaimed in a hoarse voice.
"Sir—I mean, Mister Dumbledore, I—"
"Oh, sorry, Dumbledore couldn't make it tonight. He has—ah—unfinished business to attend to. I'm Remus Lupin."
"Sorry, Mr. Lupin—"
"Just Lupin, if you don't mind."
"Oh, sorry, uh, Lupin." Adriana was very confused now. "See, I don't know how I got on the roof. I was in there—" she gestured toward Byron's open window, through which Uncle James stuck his head out.
"GET IN HERE, ADRIANA GOLDCHESTER!" he yelled.
"Goldchester?" Lupin looked worried. "I was supposed to get an Adriana Potter!"
"Wait—I-I-I think I might be her. I got a letter addressed to Adriana Potter yesterday, and the owl who delivered it seemed to know exactly who I was. And I had this dream," she added, suddenly remembering. She described it to Lupin. He looked at her, astonished.
"Wow. I mean, that happened years ago, but that's Harry and Hermione!"
"Did they die?" Adriana asked quietly.
"No, in fact, they're waiting for us at the hea-I mean, where we're going. Hey," he said, "we ought to be going. You got your things? Good. Ever ridden before?"
Adriana looked at him.
"You can ride those things? Wait, no that's impossible...wake up, Adriana, waaaake up!"
Lupin chuckled. "I forgot you don't know these things," he said.
"What things?"
"About the other world. Actually, I doubt I should be the one to explain this stuff to you...let's just go, okay?" Adriana nodded. Lupin helped her onto the broom and told her to hold onto his waist. "Don't let go," he instructed.
The broom ride was amazing. Adriana could see for miles around. The sky was lightening around the edges as the sun started rising. "It's like the whole world is yawning and just waking up," she said, watching as, one by one, lights came on in the city apartments.
"Wow," Lupin said, "You're good with words. Comes from your mum, no doubt. Harry can't express himself that way. Heaven knows how he got so many admirers in school..."
"You mean—those people—Harry and Hermione—are my parents?"
"Sure," Lupin said lightly. "You look just like your mother, with Harry's eyes, of course. Right, now here's the airport. Do you know much about them? Airports, I mean. I'm afraid I've never been in one."
"The Mandens never took me anywhere. Are they really my aunt and uncle? We have nothing in common."
"I doubt it. Hold on, we're diving!" The broom descended into the empty parking lot. "Dumbledore had to do a lot to make sure no Muggles would see us," Lupin explained.
"Muggles?"
"Non-magic folks," Lupin answered. "Do you think you could buy our tickets?"
Adriana nodded and Lupin, looking very relieved, led her inside the airport and to the ticket counter. One glance at the person behind the counter told Adriana that this woman was not someone to cross. She had steely grey eyes which were squinted in grumpiness, and evidence of a perpetual frown creased her forehead. Adriana gulped and slowly made her way toward the counter. She avoided her gaze as she asked for two tickets to London.
"My uncle's deaf," she explained, gesturing toward Lupin. "We're going to visit my grandparents." The woman, whose nametag read Mafalda, merely glared and punched some numbers into the computer. She produced to tickets to London, and Adriana snatched them and fast-walked back to Lupin. She shuddered at the thought of having to work with Mafalda, but otherwise put the grumpy ticket seller out of her mind as she walked with Lupin onto the airplane.
Although she had gotten seats in coach, she thought that the seats were more comfortable than any seat she had had at home and settled right in. Lupin, however, nervously glanced out the window frequently. She put her hand on his arm and he relaxed slightly.
"It's my first flight," he explained. "On an airplane, anyway. I'm used to broomsticks." Adriana smiled.
"It's my first flight, too."
For the rest of the flight, Adriana was quiet and thoughtful. She thought about her parents, and what a wild ride the past 24 hours had been, and about the new life she was heading into. Lupin, taking his lead from her, was silent but glanced at her every so often with a concerned look on his face.
After they arrived in London, Adriana followed Lupin through the stuffy terminal. Lupin, who had carried the broom with him, pulled Adriana aside.
"We have to find a place where no one will see us so we can take off," he whispered urgently. He spotted the observation tower and brought her to the top. They made sure no one was around before they mounted the broomstick and took off. Once again, Adriana felt the rush of the wind through her hair and let out a "Wahoo!" as they flew over a small town next to London.
They landed with a thump in, at first glance, was an orderly neighborhood. At a closer look, Adriana could see that this neighborhood was not normal. For example, there were strange potato-like creatures running through an herb garden, which had herbs she had never seen before, Lupin strode to number 43 and beckoned Adriana closer. He tapped a pattern in the bricks beside the door. A red-headed man stuck his head out the window.
"Hey, Professor Lupin. I'll tell them you're here."
"Hi, Ron. This is Adriana. Adriana, Ron Weasley." Ron stared at her.
"Blimey," he said, before pulling his head in the window. While they had been talking, another house, number 44, had pushed its way into the space between numbers 45 and 43. Adriana's bright green eyes widened. The door opened and Lupin nudged Adriana through.
"Harry! Hermione! We're here!" he called.
"Ooh, coming!" a female voice called back down the mahogany staircase.
"Is Harry here?" Lupin said loudly, as if he was carrying on a conversation with someone across the house. Adriana supposed he was, but by now her brain was so overflowed with the impossible things she had seen today it was too exhausted to carry complicated thoughts.
"I don't know," Hermione yelled back. "I think he and Dumbledore are still working on that important business he mentioned earlier."
Adriana stared at the photographs on the hall table. Those people, she thought, they look like me! Lupin saw her looking at the pictures and silently pointed to one. Her eyes followed his finger and rested on a picture of the man and woman in her dream holding a toddler with lots of brown hair and green eyes.
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I haven't decided yet if I want to update the next 2 chapters before I go, so maybe you guys should tell me. After all, you're the ones who read. (
insanehpluver