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a/n: hey, everybody! How's it going? Everything's well on this side of the world…well, not really. It's kind of boring, but anyway…
Thanks to our reviewers! However, we can't name you because -- as most of you already know -- fan fiction is having difficulties showing reviews. So thanks to all of you who reviewed, we appreciate the support very much. And now…on with the show.
P. S. there are more OotP spoilers in this chapter.
Chapter 3: Muses about Macaroni and Cheese
Sydney, Vaughn, and Weiss walked toward Professor Dumbledore's office using directions provided by Professor McGonagall. They then found themselves staring at…a statue.
"Um, is this making some sense that I'm not getting?" asked Weiss.
"Not that I'm aware of," said Vaughn.
Sydney appeared to be deep in thought and Weiss just kept on muttering.
"Hey! Is anyone else craving some macaroni and cheese?" asked Weiss, from the middle of nowhere. Much to their surprise, the door opened, revealing a spiral staircase.
"Well, that was strange," muttered Weiss as he stepped onto the stairs. All three of them let out a small shout as the stairs started moving.
"This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder," said Vaughn.
"I think it's cool," said Sydney. "I wish Dad could have been here to see it."
Flashback
"Dad!" Sydney yelled, coming out of the debriefing room. "Are you ready to go? We have to catch the plane to Heathrow Airport if we're going to make it to Kings Cross in time to find," (she squinched up her face, trying to remember) "…Platform 9 and ¾. Have you ever seen it on your trips to England? I don't remember ever having seen it before."
"Never even heard of it," Jack answered stonily.
"Great," muttered Sydney. "Well, are you almost ready to go?"
"I'm not going with you, Sydney," Jack said. "I'll be in England, but I won't be at the school. They need someone to work in their Ministry there. Devlin thought I would be the best suited to handle things. I'll be your liaison to the CIA."
"How will I contact you?"
"The Headmaster of the school will contact me. You can trust him. I've met him before, he's a wise and honorable man. Strange, but honorable."
"I'll miss you, Dad."
"I'm only a floo or owl away."
"Huh?"
"You'll understand me soon enough."
He hugged his daughter, gave her a small kiss on the cheek, and walked away.
End Flashback
Sydney knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," said Dumbledore's voice.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," said Sydney, as she walked into the Headmaster's office, deciding not to beat around the bush. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again when she saw the room. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. It was a large, circular room with moving pictures, like she had seen earlier that day, and it contained whirling contraptions and little instruments that emitted little puffs of steam. She regained her composure and started speaking again.
"We have a confession to make," said Sydney, feeling somehow that she could trust this man, and she also found it hard to lie to him.
"What is it, Miss Bristow?" Dumbledore asked in a kind voice.
"We're not teachers, we're CIA Agents," she said in a rush.
"I know."
"What? How did you know?" asked Vaughn, confused.
"Miss Bristow's father contacted me. He filled me in on your mission. I knew him from a past CIA mission back in the 80's. He was looking for a known terrorist. I knew, however, that there was nothing he could do. Now, I will tell you the same thing. I am sorry to say that you came all this way, only not to be able to do anything, but--"
"Wait! What do you mean 'not do anything'? This is my only chance to--"
"Miss Bristow, you didn't let me finish. There are forces at work here that you are not familiar with. I believe you are familiar with a Seer named Milo Rambaldi?"
"Of course. I've been helping the CIA collect his technological works."
"Well, he was not the first of his time. He is actually a reincarnate of a much older being. He was one of this school's 'Founding Fathers.' He was the reincarnate of Godric Gryffindor. It seems Milo Rambaldi has recreated himself in another form. The last of his descendents currently studies here, and it is he and only he who will have the power to destroy the head of the Covenant. Only he can destroy Voldemort."
"So we came all this way for nothing?" Sydney asked, thoroughly depressed.
"No, your father and I figured out another way you can help. You all will stay here for the school year--teaching--and in addition, you will help to train Gryffindor's heir."
"By the way, how do we teach class? We don't exactly know magic just yet," said Vaughn, waving his wand around, watching in awe as sparks flew from it. They had bought their wands at Diagon Alley before flooing to Hogwarts.
"Oh, I almost forgot," said the Headmaster. "Here."
He handed each of them a blue pill.
"In your hand, you hold an Instant Knowledge Pill. They will fill your head with knowledge for a month, so come back next month and I'll give you another. Just don't tell the students about them, it might make them stop studying," he added, with a slight chuckle. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Yes," confirmed Sydney. "What's the heir's name?"
"Harry. Harry Potter of Gryffindor House."
The three Americans headed for the door.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Your living quarters are on the fifth floor corridor behind the portrait of Sinkball the Eager. The password is 'Omega 17'."
"Oh," said Weiss, remembering something suddenly. "Where can I get some macaroni and cheese?"
"Come on, Weiss," said Vaughn, dragging Weiss out by the collar, while Sydney followed behind.
"Good night, Headmaster," she said respectfully as she left.
"Good evening, Miss Bristow," he returned, a slight smile forming beneath his white beard, and a twinkle in his eye.
She closed the door behind her, just in time to hear Weiss yell, "I really want some macaroni and cheese!"
She smiled and continued down the stairwell…
We hope you liked that newest installment. Please review.
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
a/n: hey, everybody! How's it going? Everything's well on this side of the world…well, not really. It's kind of boring, but anyway…
Thanks to our reviewers! However, we can't name you because -- as most of you already know -- fan fiction is having difficulties showing reviews. So thanks to all of you who reviewed, we appreciate the support very much. And now…on with the show.
P. S. there are more OotP spoilers in this chapter.
Chapter 3: Muses about Macaroni and Cheese
Sydney, Vaughn, and Weiss walked toward Professor Dumbledore's office using directions provided by Professor McGonagall. They then found themselves staring at…a statue.
"Um, is this making some sense that I'm not getting?" asked Weiss.
"Not that I'm aware of," said Vaughn.
Sydney appeared to be deep in thought and Weiss just kept on muttering.
"Hey! Is anyone else craving some macaroni and cheese?" asked Weiss, from the middle of nowhere. Much to their surprise, the door opened, revealing a spiral staircase.
"Well, that was strange," muttered Weiss as he stepped onto the stairs. All three of them let out a small shout as the stairs started moving.
"This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder," said Vaughn.
"I think it's cool," said Sydney. "I wish Dad could have been here to see it."
Flashback
"Dad!" Sydney yelled, coming out of the debriefing room. "Are you ready to go? We have to catch the plane to Heathrow Airport if we're going to make it to Kings Cross in time to find," (she squinched up her face, trying to remember) "…Platform 9 and ¾. Have you ever seen it on your trips to England? I don't remember ever having seen it before."
"Never even heard of it," Jack answered stonily.
"Great," muttered Sydney. "Well, are you almost ready to go?"
"I'm not going with you, Sydney," Jack said. "I'll be in England, but I won't be at the school. They need someone to work in their Ministry there. Devlin thought I would be the best suited to handle things. I'll be your liaison to the CIA."
"How will I contact you?"
"The Headmaster of the school will contact me. You can trust him. I've met him before, he's a wise and honorable man. Strange, but honorable."
"I'll miss you, Dad."
"I'm only a floo or owl away."
"Huh?"
"You'll understand me soon enough."
He hugged his daughter, gave her a small kiss on the cheek, and walked away.
End Flashback
Sydney knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," said Dumbledore's voice.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," said Sydney, as she walked into the Headmaster's office, deciding not to beat around the bush. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again when she saw the room. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. It was a large, circular room with moving pictures, like she had seen earlier that day, and it contained whirling contraptions and little instruments that emitted little puffs of steam. She regained her composure and started speaking again.
"We have a confession to make," said Sydney, feeling somehow that she could trust this man, and she also found it hard to lie to him.
"What is it, Miss Bristow?" Dumbledore asked in a kind voice.
"We're not teachers, we're CIA Agents," she said in a rush.
"I know."
"What? How did you know?" asked Vaughn, confused.
"Miss Bristow's father contacted me. He filled me in on your mission. I knew him from a past CIA mission back in the 80's. He was looking for a known terrorist. I knew, however, that there was nothing he could do. Now, I will tell you the same thing. I am sorry to say that you came all this way, only not to be able to do anything, but--"
"Wait! What do you mean 'not do anything'? This is my only chance to--"
"Miss Bristow, you didn't let me finish. There are forces at work here that you are not familiar with. I believe you are familiar with a Seer named Milo Rambaldi?"
"Of course. I've been helping the CIA collect his technological works."
"Well, he was not the first of his time. He is actually a reincarnate of a much older being. He was one of this school's 'Founding Fathers.' He was the reincarnate of Godric Gryffindor. It seems Milo Rambaldi has recreated himself in another form. The last of his descendents currently studies here, and it is he and only he who will have the power to destroy the head of the Covenant. Only he can destroy Voldemort."
"So we came all this way for nothing?" Sydney asked, thoroughly depressed.
"No, your father and I figured out another way you can help. You all will stay here for the school year--teaching--and in addition, you will help to train Gryffindor's heir."
"By the way, how do we teach class? We don't exactly know magic just yet," said Vaughn, waving his wand around, watching in awe as sparks flew from it. They had bought their wands at Diagon Alley before flooing to Hogwarts.
"Oh, I almost forgot," said the Headmaster. "Here."
He handed each of them a blue pill.
"In your hand, you hold an Instant Knowledge Pill. They will fill your head with knowledge for a month, so come back next month and I'll give you another. Just don't tell the students about them, it might make them stop studying," he added, with a slight chuckle. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Yes," confirmed Sydney. "What's the heir's name?"
"Harry. Harry Potter of Gryffindor House."
The three Americans headed for the door.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Your living quarters are on the fifth floor corridor behind the portrait of Sinkball the Eager. The password is 'Omega 17'."
"Oh," said Weiss, remembering something suddenly. "Where can I get some macaroni and cheese?"
"Come on, Weiss," said Vaughn, dragging Weiss out by the collar, while Sydney followed behind.
"Good night, Headmaster," she said respectfully as she left.
"Good evening, Miss Bristow," he returned, a slight smile forming beneath his white beard, and a twinkle in his eye.
She closed the door behind her, just in time to hear Weiss yell, "I really want some macaroni and cheese!"
She smiled and continued down the stairwell…
We hope you liked that newest installment. Please review.
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
