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A/N: Hope that you all are finding this story satisfactory. Thanks for the reviews! Keep em coming! This is the chapter with Once Upon A December. On with the chapter!
She went into the pub and stood at the door. Someone came up to her and asked her if she would like something to eat. Her stomach answered for her. But she didn't have any money. When she told this to the man, Tom, he told her not to worry, that it'll be on the house.
She took the sandwich and soda and sat at a table in the far corner of the pub. Tom had asked her if she wanted to get inside Diagon Alley. She looked puzzled but found herself saying yes.
The name sounded familiar to her. Why did it sound so familiar? After she ate, he led her outside the backdoor and was beginning to think that this wasn't a good idea because there was nothing but a solid brick wall and a trash can.
Tom took out a long, thin piece of wood and tapped the third brick from the left. He backed away revealing an archway into a busy looking street even though it was nighttime.
It was a breathtaking sight. All of the stores lit with old fashioned lanterns. But upon closer inspection found that it was a sort of artificial fire in them, to give off more light. She turned around to ask Tom what this place was, but he had already gone through the archway back into the pub.
"Come on, Pooka." She said, picking up her dog. She had named him that because it meant "Guiding Spirit" in Russian. (A/N: I just didn't want to change the name)
She walked and walked looking at the strange stores. There was even one that sold you brooms to fly! What imaginations these people must have! She thought.
She found herself inside what looked to be a bank. But when she was going to ask one of the tellers for help, she jumped back and gasped. They were goblins! The kinds in the stories that she would tell the children in the orphanage.
She felt someone tap her and found herself upon a plump looking woman with red hair.
"If you are looking for help, go and see Draco Malfoy up at the old Hogwarts castle. He can help. But you didn't hear it from me." She said.
"Thank you. Where is the castle?" Maya asked.
The woman told her how to get there and bid Maya good bye. She followed the woman's instructions carefully and precisely. She got into "The Knight Bus" and told them to put it on Molly's tab.
The man nodded in understanding and with a loud BANG! The bus flew toward the castle. They got to another village and the driver told her how to get there, but not to bother, because the school hasn't been running for 8 years ever since the accident.
She wondered what the accident was and upon looking at the castle understood why it wasn't a school anymore.
Many bricks were missing from the walls, upon closer inspection, and one of the towers was completely off the castle. She found the missing tower on the other side of the wall.
She went inside and started to look around. Paintings were once hung here because she saw all of the frames and some of the paintings were still half there. She wondered how a school could be run in a place so big. But maybe they had an extensive staff. She walked until she came upon double oak doors, which, she thought, might've served the food on the other side of the doors.
She was right. She put Pooka on the ground and began to look around the entire Hall. There was a blanket of dust everywhere except for her and her dog's footsteps on the floor.
She picked up a nearby plate and blew the dust off and had to blink several times. She thought that she had seen her in the blue dress dancing with a boy about her age with black hair. The vision, that's what she called them, happened so quickly that she couldn't get a good look at the boy.
She put the plate back and whispered something to herself as if remembering pieces from a dream.
"It's like a memory from a dream." She mumbled to herself looking at the rest of the hall. She walked a little further to find a broom covered in dust and when she tried to pick it up from the ground, it wouldn't budge. It's like it was stuck.
She started to get irritated and wondered if it was magical. Yeah, right. If brooms could fly then I'm a witch. (A/N: the irony!) She screamed for it to get up from the ground and it stirred. Some of the dust had sprinkled off the broom as it moved. She placed herself right in front of it and screamed "UP!" it came flying into her hand.
She dropped it as if it was something poisonous. She looked around for Pooka so they could leave because, clearly there was nobody here. Instead she found a stick much like Tom's. And if she didn't know any better, she'd say it was a wand. It triggered something in her memory. But it was absurd!
Me? A witch? Ha! The very idea was laughable, but yet……she had a headache and saw something in her mind. It was a feather floating in front of her and her controlling it with a stick. Or wand. Or whatever it was.
Magic Wands
Flying Brooms
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once Upon A December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory……
When she looked at the hall it was as if she was there 8 years ago when the Ball was on full blast. She saw couples greet her and she greeted them back.
She saw three familiar faces, but could not place them. They were girls. One wearing a lavender color dress; another girl was in a dark shade of Red, while the third was in a silver dress. (A/N: guess who?)
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory……
As they spin her, the dress that she was found in, the blue one, appeared on her before her very eyes. It was as beautiful as she remembered. One by one, men came up to ask her to dance while she sang.
Far away, Long ago
Glowing dim as an Ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember……
The final man gave her one last spin placing her in the arms of a man with black hair and the most gorgeous green eyes she had ever seen. Then she was dancing with a red head with sapphire blue eyes.
And a song someone sings
Once Upon A
She bowed down until she was level with the floor and sang the last word of her song before she was interrupted.
December……
A/N: sorry that it's so short but I wanted to leave you guys in a cliffhanger. I'm evil, I know. That's why I'm in Slytherin! Look out for my next chapter, savvies! Hopefully it will be out faster than this one! Once again, sorry for the delay!
