Disclaimer: Don't own DL, FR, or HP. TSR and Wizards of the Coast own the first two, while JK Rowling owns the latter. We do, however, own Lavinia and Anddra.

To those who care: we have a system - Raablyn writes the even chapters, Atled writes the odd. The first chapter was written by both of us. As this is chapter 2, Raab wrote this chapter.

Yes, we know the DL Abyss does not work like this, but the FR one does . . . we think. We combined the two, and added some of our own stuff. Please don't flame.

Chapter Two

Enter The Ministry of Magic.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHG!" both girls screamed as they fell forward into the pink vortex. They did flips, cartwheels, spins, and other acrobatic tricks as the magical wind propelled them forward, faster and faster, into the harsh pink portal.

Anddra was screaming more than she had ever screamed in her life. Her conflicting feelings clashed within her, and she heard them distantly in her mind.

Weeeee! This is fun! her kender soul screamed in delight.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is not good! her elven heart screamed in terror.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is DEFINITELY not good! her gnomish head wailed.

Then her own screaming, combined with Lina's shrieks and the crashes of their luggage, drowned out those mental voices.

Then they were going down, down, down, but at the same time up, up, up, causing the most curious sensation Anddra had ever felt. She felt light and yet heavy - she was flying, tumbling, spinning, rolling, falling, yet she could not move neither her arms nor her legs. The wind beat in her eyes, and by Lina's shrieks the quarterbreed girl could tell that Lina felt the same way. The awful, rosy pink stabbed into her eyes. She closed them, and felt no more.

Then . . .

With a jerk, her body struck something hard. "Oomph." she groaned, rolling onto her back, trying to absorb the impact of her impromptu flight and crash-landing. Her head ached, her arms ached, her chest ached - come to think of it, her whole body ached. She groaned again, and heard an answering groan next to her as Lina raised her head.

"Where are we?" her friend's voice, high and scared, shrilled out.

"Dunno." Anddra opened her eyes.

It was pink.

A flat, rose pink, as if the sun had just set. The sky was pink, the ground was pink, everywhere was pink! And there was nothing. All around her, nothing. No trees, no grass, no clouds, nothing. She and Lina were the only things in the vast, pink sea of flatness.

Anddra swallowed, a chilling sense of foreboding easily piercing her kender immunity and making her insides writhe. She knew where she was. She closed her eyes tight, jammed her knuckles into her sockets, doubled over until all she could see was black, and tried to force the image away from her thoughts. This must be a nightmare. This just couldn't be.

"An- Anddra?" Lina's voice broke Anddra's desperate thoughts. "Are y-you OK?"

Anddra sat up, removing her knuckles and opening her eyes, praying in that split second before her eyes focused, before she saw, praying that it wasn't, praying that they weren't.

It was. They were.

"Lina." she gasped. "Oh, Lina, we're in the Abyss!"

The dismal silence that followed her dread announcement seemed to drag on forever.

"Are you sure?" Lina finally asked.

"Yeah." Anddra nodded. "My spell . . . it must have malfunctioned."

"How?" All the blood seemed to leave Lina's cheeks. "You said it wouldn't! You said it couldn't! You said - you said - oh, this is the last time I'm trusting you!"

Anddra had held her tears for the whole time. Now, they burst out of her in deep, wracking sobs.

Lina's anger evaporated as her friend burst into tears. She awkwardly stood and moved over to Anddra, patting her shoulder. "Um, sorry, Anddee. It isn't that-t bad. We'll get out of-of this."

Anddra was too miserable to notice her friend's lapse of pessimism, and too tired to care. She wiped her eyes and sighed.

Lina sat down.

"How are we going to get out of this one?" she asked no one in particular.

"Wait . . . if this is the Abyss." Anddra said slowly, an idea dawning on her. "Then all we have to do is think of the portal to the world we want, and poof, we're there. . . don't we?"

Lina shrugged. "I don't know."

"Yeah, that's how it works!" Anddra jumped up, her misery flying away to be replaced by her usual kender optism. "C'mon . . . hold my arm. Now, think - portal to Earth, portal to Earth - "

After a moment's hard thought, Anddra opened her eyes to see a swirling, green-blue-white portal gleaming before her.

"Yes!" the quarter-gnome punched the air. "Done! Home free, Li!"

Lina eyed the portal skeptically. "Are you sure? If the previous one could malfunction, how do you know this one won't?"

"Oh, trust me, Li!"

"Wait! I - no - Anddee!"

Too late. Anddra, still holding Lina's arm, plunged into the portal, calling out "England!" in a cheerful voice as she dragged Lina through with her.

"Ah, darn." groaned Lina, closing her eyes.

"WWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieked Anddra as the two felt the hard surface beneath the ground disappear. There was a brief scramble and Anddra cartwheeled forward, clinging hard to Lina, then they were gone.

She was definitely falling, this time, Anddra decided as she spun down. All she could see was a blur of white, than greenish-brown, than blue, as she fell. This time it did not have quite the terror of the journey to the Abyss, and Anddra laughed and shrieked in glee as the cool, warm winds tickled her body. It occurred to her that they no longer had their luggage with them - Oh, well, she thought, though she felt a definite pang at losing it. Maybe it would catch up, later. They must have left it in the Abyss.

Lina had not lost her terror for interplane travel. Anddra could hear her shrieking and shrieking beside her, as they fell.

And fell, and fell, and fell, and . . .

Splash!

With another jolt, Anddra broke free of the portal, and had a brief glimpse of a highly polished, dark wooden floor, many fireplaces, and a high, peacock-blue ceiling inlaid with gleaming golden symbols before she fell, head-first, into a fountain that was conveniently in the middle of the hall. Then all was blurred as she fell through the water.

Her eyes burned with the water but she did not close them. Beneath her feet - the fountain was quite deep - shimmered coins of bronze and silver and gold. Around her loomed blurred, large, golden shapes that she could not see properly. At her side there was a garbled shriek, and Anddra could see the definite, if somewhat blurry, form of Lina as she landed beside her.

For that moment, all was quiet, all was still, suspended time in the soft, cool water as she and Lina bobbed in the water, then, suddenly, Anddra felt her head and feet switch positions as she spun in the water and she broke the surface with a strangled gasp. It occurred to her then how much her lungs were aching from want of air. Rubbing her eyes, she heard Lina come bobbing up beside her, sputtering.

The stunned wizards and witches, who had been previously stunned by the abrupt arrival of the two girls, hurried over, worried.

"Are you OK?"

"Miss? Are you alright?"

"What happened?"

"Who are you?"

"Did you hit something?"

"Look - how many fingers am I holding up?"

Anddra lifted her hands and immediately checked that her ears were hidden by her soaking hair. Good. Earthen Humans did not take well to non-humans. She gasped, then nodded. "Yeah - I'm fine. Is Lina Okay?"

"Is Lina your friend?"

"Lavinia!" cried out Lina.

"Hi - thanks." Anddra accepted the handkerchief a woman kindly handed her. "I'm Anddra - Calanddra Xiloscient. Li-Lavinia . . . is my friend. Ah . . . " she looked around at the splendid hall. " . . . where are we?"

"Poor girl. You must have hit your head pretty hard, huh? You're in the Ministry of Magic, Miss!"

New things to know about the characters:

Anddra - loves water and the sky. And she hates the name Calanddra.

Lina - never screams. She shrieks. And she prefers to be called Lavinia, it's only Anddra that calls Lavinia Lina.

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