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Through the Looking Glass
Author's Note: I really don't have anything to say; beside the fact that I tweaked the disclaimer. Enjoy! Oh, and if you would like to Beta this story; please send me an e-mail with the heading, "Beta for TLG." I'd really like a Beta to check over my little inconsistencies, because let's face it... I can't catch them all.
Chapter 9
Whimsical Visionary Expertise
"Ooh," Cordelia opened another drawer and fiddled with its contents. The first drawer she had opened was the socks and underwear drawer, the next had been the regular clothes drawer (And trust all those up in high places to not give me ONE low neckline.), and now the one she had just open had these beautiful long robes. Purple, green, black, and dark blue... and a few other colors, but Cordelia really only noticed the purple and green robes.
"I think the green would go fantastically." Cordelia had gotten used to the mirror talking by now.
"You think so?" Cordelia held it up and threw the garment around her shoulders. She moved in front of the mirror. "Oh, yeah, I think so too. Get a white shirt and a-"
"No - look in the last drawer - you have matching robe wear."
"Nuh-uh!" Cordelia flew to the last drawer and nearly fainted when she saw all of the beautiful clothes. "Oh, thank you so much. I really do have friends in high places."
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Cordelia walked through the streets in her newly obtained green robes. She felt like she was on a movie set, but knew that this was just how things were in this world. As she walked she found herself in front of the very building where she needed to be.
Gringotts
Cordelia looked down at the paper in her hand. She was in the right place. Now all she had to do was walk up the steps and go inside and get her own wizard money from a goblin.
As soon as she stepped onto the first step, alarms began to go off. Everyone around the bank looked immediately up at the door. Cordelia followed everyone's gaze to the top of the stairs. A man with dark features had his wand out and was shouting obscenities. Cordelia wished that she could push his dark hair out of his eyes, it was rather annoying.
A wand? A wand! Wait... how come I don't have one? Cordelia thought.
"Antonin Dolohov!" A man in the streets pointed his hand up at the man in front of the building.
It was at that moment that Cordelia wished she was like everyone else. She wished she could scream and run like a maniac, instead she fell to the ground. As screams erupted around her, Cordelia began to see different scenes play out in front of her very eyes.
Dolohov in the middle of a burning city. The Eiffel Tower falling to the ground. People screaming.
"What is this?" A voice was above Cordelia and a hand grabbed the back of her neck and yanked her up. "One who has no fear?"
Cordelia saw the face of Dolohov up close and the visions came to her again.
'It's at Hogwarts. I know it.' Dolohov speaking to an entire congregation of hooded figures.
"Ah!" Cordelia clutched her head and she was dropped back onto the steps. "Ow..."
"Insanity." Dolohov kneeled down towards Cordelia and Cordelia got another look at his face.
Green light erupting from his wand. Dozens of bodies surrounding him. All with their lifeless eyes open.
Cordelia couldn't take the pain anymore and her eyes shut, she was fainting. Right before she lost all consciousness, she heard Dolohov speak.
"And so it begins..."
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Cordelia's eyes fluttered open. She sat up quickly and realized she was no longer in front of Gringotts.
"Oh, hello."
Cordelia's head flicked towards the voice. "Who are you?"
"You don't know?" The man asked incredulously.
Cordelia gave a slight laugh, "Well, um... no." There was a pause. "Nope. Don't know."
"Wow." The man polished his glasses on his shirt. Cordelia was instantly reminded of Giles - what with the Britishness and the cleaning of the glasses.
"Why, are you, like, famous?" Cordelia wondered if this guy was a follower of that Dolohov kid.
"Somewhat."
"Are you a rock star?"
"Nothing like that." He ruffled his black hair. "Don't worry about it; it's kind of refreshing that you have no clue."
Cordelia huffed. She did have a clue now; he had been in her first vision. But she still didn't have any idea who he was exactly.
"I'm Harry."
"Cordelia."
"Nice name. It's different." He helped her up from the couch.
"Yeah, it means Sea Queen or something." Cordelia mentally slapped herself. What a way to start a conversation, there Cor. Stupid.
"I have no idea what Harry means." They both laughed, though Cordelia wished it was about something more intelligent that she had said. He was decent looking; though he looked a lot older than she did.
"So where exactly am I?"
"I had to get you away from the Death Eaters... and my place was the closest." Harry sighed. "It's not much, but it's secret and nobody else knows where it is."
"Oh." Cordelia figured that it must be his famousness that made him want to have a secret hideout. "It's nice."
"I'm not here a lot, so it's not furnished well."
"Still nice." Cordelia realized how small it really was. He obviously wasn't a wealthy famous person; which Cordelia had nothing against. She just thought it was odd. Most famous people were wealthy.
"Why didn't you take out your wand?" Cordelia hadn't realized how long the silence had been, until he had talked.
"What?" Cordelia then felt a slight weight in the front pocket of her cloak. Her hand went automatically there and her voice continued without her even thinking about it. "Oh, my wand." Her hands continued to move and her voice continued on. "I was closest to Dolohov and if I had taken out my wand, I most surely wouldn't be here right now."
Cordelia's voice and hands were free again. That was odd.
"Yeah, good thinking." Harry said.
"We help." A whispered voice bounced off the walls.
"Gabriel?" Cordelia looked around; and didn't see the odd look that Harry was giving her. As soon as she realized that she was being stared at, she automatically stopped looking.
"Are you ... y'know ..."
"Uh, I have this... thing. See?" Cordelia put her wand away; figuring it would ease the tension a little. "I'm not crazy or anything, but I have visions."
Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. Cordelia crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at his reaction. "I do!"
"No, I believe you, it's just, I had this crazy professor at Hogwarts. She was a Seer-"
"Hogwarts?"
"Yeah, it's a-"
"Dolohov said something about Hogwarts." Cordelia looked at the floor, trying to remember.
Harry looked as if a train had hit him. "Hogwarts? He was talking about Hogwarts?"
"Yeah, in this vision I had." Cordelia squinted her eyes, trying to see it all over again. "Hooded figures and all."
"Oh, no." Harry took Cordelia's hand. "I apologize, but I must take you back out into the streets. The chaos has died, and Aurors have surrounded the premises of Diagon Alley." He took her through a door and down a large staircase. He handed her a blindfold, "If you don't mind."
"Not at all." Cordelia was surprised that she understood everything that Harry was saying. Aurors, Death Eaters, Diagon Alley. Those Heavenly Beings knew what all to put in her brain.
"All right." Cordelia felt the blindfold taken off.
"That was quick," Cordelia said incredulously.
"Yes, well, I really must go." He looked up at a clock in the middle of the town. "I would like to talk to you again, soon. Would you meet me at four at Flourish and Blotts? I'll treat you to ice cream afterwards."
"Sounds like a deal." Cordelia's stomach growled as Harry smiled at her and then went off in the opposite direction. "People are so weird here."
Cordelia then realized that she actually knew the general direction to go to get to Flourish and Blotts.
"First and foremost, I need some food."
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Look forward to Ch. 10 entitled:
And Thus They Travel
Mr. Peppermint-and-Biscuits tricks Buffy and Xander... and where has Willow been?
