Disclaimer: I only own my plot, well it's mostly original. There's only so
much originality you can get when there are like a million different
versions of the Harry Potter/ LoTR idea floating around. I'm the only one
with a 'Get to Middle Earth through the Room of Requirement' plot though.
I checked. So ha! I own Kismet, Gloom, Blizzah, and Shroud and my friends
own themselves, except Leah. I own her soul. She gave it to me for a
piece of bubble gum. I'm gonna make this disclaimer for infinity though
because I hate these things. Oh and J.R.R. Tolkien owns all things LoTR and
J.K. Rowling owns all things Harry Potter.
Now on to the story!
Chapter 2: Let us be delivered
"Ouch, you stepped on my foot again!" Rachel gritted out. All four of the girls had been trodden upon or stumbled into on their way to their destination. So far they'd avoided Mrs. Norris, Filches cat, and the bane of every student in the school, Professor Snape. At one point they'd had to physically restrain Lisa, (This was damn hard to do with four very large, invisible cats. Four invisible cats, which they'd had to attach to leashes.) because she had this thing for messing with Snape.
"Well sooooorrrrry, I wouldn't keep bumping into you if I could see you. You'd think that because we're all invisible we'd be able to see each other." An invisible Michele turned and glared in the direction she believed Lisa to be in, then remembered that the effect was lost since no one could see it. So she concentrated on putting all of the frustration she was feeling into her voice instead. "Lisa next time you design and make an invisibility potion, make sure that when we take it we can see other invisible people. Like us."
A breathy sigh came from somewhere to the right, "Agreed." The others all turned in the direction of Lisa's voice with gaping mouths. They didn't know it, but they all mirrored each other perfectly in that second. If they had known, each would have immediately adopted a different expression, but this was just a gape worthy moment. Lisa hadn't made a single sarcastic remark at the criticism. It was unheard of.
"Agreed? That's it? No scathing remark, no outraged cry, just agreed? Wow, that's a first. You didn't happen to hit your head on a blunt obje—" Leah was cut off by a quick 'sssshhhhhh' from Rachel because they had arrived. They were in front of the concealed door to the Room of Requirement. It was the only place in the school they'd been able to find with enough pure mystical energy to allow the spell to transport all four of them at the same time. Going two by two was out of the question. They couldn't risk being split up in an alternate dimension even if they all knew the exact time and place they were aiming for.
"So, who wants to open it?" Michele asked. She hadn't been paying attention when Rachel had explained to the group how it worked. She was hoping that the others didn't detect the uncertainty in her voice and tell her that she could have the honors. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened. Luckily, God didn't hate her that much today.
"I'll do it." Rachel said, "We'd never get it open if I left it to you guys. Not a one of you paid attention to a single thing I was saying when I explained what had to be done. Lisa was paying more attention to her painting her nails, Leah, you were so bored you transfigured Lisa's nail polish into an elastic hair band and started snapping Michele over and over with it, but Michele, you didn't feel it because you were too deeply engrossed into one of your smutty novels to care!" If she had been able to see them Rachel would have seen her friends do a variety of things in the aftermath of what she had said. Leah rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her. Lisa gave her the English version of the bird and Michele went about finding a way to allow Rachel to see her rating of her performance. In case you were wondering it was a 6.3.
Two minutes later they were inside the room, with the door closing behind them with a soft 'snick'. Rachel went about setting up a large pentagram with five cylindrical red candles. Lisa handed out the invisibility reversal potion after having a fun time finding them. Michele did a final silent read through of the potion to make sure she didn't stumble through any part of the spell and Leah separated the few spell components they'd need to make this work.
With one last lingering glance on their surroundings, each of the girls took their places in the pentagram. "Here we go." Rachel muttered. She had acted the most opposed to doing this, but in reality she was excited. She was beyond excited, and when they started the spell in perfect unity, she ceased to think, ceased to doubt, they were meant to do this.
Through courage and faith,
Through Time and Space,
Let us be delivered.
(Burns herbs)
Through time of shadow,
Through time of pain,
Through toil and sorrow,
Let us be delivered.
(Smashes bottle full of tears where herbs lay smoldering)
Through twist of fate,
In a world not our own,
Let no harm be done to us,
Let the battle be won to us,
Let us be delivered.
(Throws LoTR trilogy to the ground)
Middle Earth calls,
And we will answer.
As we will it,
So mote it be.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office politely conversing with the portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses that came before him, when the blast of power hit the castle. The aftermath of the spell was stifling; it was like a metaphysical hydrogen bomb went off in the middle of the school and all he could think was 'it's about time'.
For years he'd waited for the four girls that would fulfill the second and last prophecy he'd ever made. The prophesy that dealt with a world who's turmoil was even greater than that of their own. It was too bad they'd had to leave; they were destined for great things. They could have been valuable in the fight against Lord Voldemort. Oh well.
In the mean time he had a magical clean up crew to assemble. He knew he should have had the Room moved to the outside of the school. The last thought he had before the pure magic in the air battered down his mental shields was: I hope their world can survive the coming of the four greatest witches of our time.
Now on to the story!
Chapter 2: Let us be delivered
"Ouch, you stepped on my foot again!" Rachel gritted out. All four of the girls had been trodden upon or stumbled into on their way to their destination. So far they'd avoided Mrs. Norris, Filches cat, and the bane of every student in the school, Professor Snape. At one point they'd had to physically restrain Lisa, (This was damn hard to do with four very large, invisible cats. Four invisible cats, which they'd had to attach to leashes.) because she had this thing for messing with Snape.
"Well sooooorrrrry, I wouldn't keep bumping into you if I could see you. You'd think that because we're all invisible we'd be able to see each other." An invisible Michele turned and glared in the direction she believed Lisa to be in, then remembered that the effect was lost since no one could see it. So she concentrated on putting all of the frustration she was feeling into her voice instead. "Lisa next time you design and make an invisibility potion, make sure that when we take it we can see other invisible people. Like us."
A breathy sigh came from somewhere to the right, "Agreed." The others all turned in the direction of Lisa's voice with gaping mouths. They didn't know it, but they all mirrored each other perfectly in that second. If they had known, each would have immediately adopted a different expression, but this was just a gape worthy moment. Lisa hadn't made a single sarcastic remark at the criticism. It was unheard of.
"Agreed? That's it? No scathing remark, no outraged cry, just agreed? Wow, that's a first. You didn't happen to hit your head on a blunt obje—" Leah was cut off by a quick 'sssshhhhhh' from Rachel because they had arrived. They were in front of the concealed door to the Room of Requirement. It was the only place in the school they'd been able to find with enough pure mystical energy to allow the spell to transport all four of them at the same time. Going two by two was out of the question. They couldn't risk being split up in an alternate dimension even if they all knew the exact time and place they were aiming for.
"So, who wants to open it?" Michele asked. She hadn't been paying attention when Rachel had explained to the group how it worked. She was hoping that the others didn't detect the uncertainty in her voice and tell her that she could have the honors. It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened. Luckily, God didn't hate her that much today.
"I'll do it." Rachel said, "We'd never get it open if I left it to you guys. Not a one of you paid attention to a single thing I was saying when I explained what had to be done. Lisa was paying more attention to her painting her nails, Leah, you were so bored you transfigured Lisa's nail polish into an elastic hair band and started snapping Michele over and over with it, but Michele, you didn't feel it because you were too deeply engrossed into one of your smutty novels to care!" If she had been able to see them Rachel would have seen her friends do a variety of things in the aftermath of what she had said. Leah rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her. Lisa gave her the English version of the bird and Michele went about finding a way to allow Rachel to see her rating of her performance. In case you were wondering it was a 6.3.
Two minutes later they were inside the room, with the door closing behind them with a soft 'snick'. Rachel went about setting up a large pentagram with five cylindrical red candles. Lisa handed out the invisibility reversal potion after having a fun time finding them. Michele did a final silent read through of the potion to make sure she didn't stumble through any part of the spell and Leah separated the few spell components they'd need to make this work.
With one last lingering glance on their surroundings, each of the girls took their places in the pentagram. "Here we go." Rachel muttered. She had acted the most opposed to doing this, but in reality she was excited. She was beyond excited, and when they started the spell in perfect unity, she ceased to think, ceased to doubt, they were meant to do this.
Through courage and faith,
Through Time and Space,
Let us be delivered.
(Burns herbs)
Through time of shadow,
Through time of pain,
Through toil and sorrow,
Let us be delivered.
(Smashes bottle full of tears where herbs lay smoldering)
Through twist of fate,
In a world not our own,
Let no harm be done to us,
Let the battle be won to us,
Let us be delivered.
(Throws LoTR trilogy to the ground)
Middle Earth calls,
And we will answer.
As we will it,
So mote it be.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office politely conversing with the portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses that came before him, when the blast of power hit the castle. The aftermath of the spell was stifling; it was like a metaphysical hydrogen bomb went off in the middle of the school and all he could think was 'it's about time'.
For years he'd waited for the four girls that would fulfill the second and last prophecy he'd ever made. The prophesy that dealt with a world who's turmoil was even greater than that of their own. It was too bad they'd had to leave; they were destined for great things. They could have been valuable in the fight against Lord Voldemort. Oh well.
In the mean time he had a magical clean up crew to assemble. He knew he should have had the Room moved to the outside of the school. The last thought he had before the pure magic in the air battered down his mental shields was: I hope their world can survive the coming of the four greatest witches of our time.