Title: Time Warped
Author: Aerohead
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Website: In my profile
Pairing: Possible Hermione/Ron, Fiyero/Elphaba, Fiyero/Glinda
Rating: "T"
Disclaimer/Dedication: JK Rowling and Gregory Maguire have created a wonderful universe which I am now destroying.
Warning: If you want to keep your brain cells, I suggest skimming this and hoping you don't lose a lot. Also, there may be some spoilers for Broadway fans, though I'm not too sure.
Genre: Humor, Action/Adventure
Summary: Hermione gets distracted while trying to learn how to apparate, and sends Ron, Harry, and herself not only into another world, but another time period. Can two young sorceresses help her to get home before the spell cannot be reversed?
Author's Notes: Ah, thank you to the reviewers, again. And Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is absolutely wonderful! Although they do use Norbert much like a rag doll during most of Act Two. This chapter will not go into Popular; the next chapter will. A little fun with the boys and a young Wicked Witch ahead.
Chapter Five: Poor Unfortunate Soul
The ballroom cleared out soon after the girls had left. A few scattered couples danced slowly to the music, but for the most part everyone was gone. "I think we've caused enough commotion here for one day." Fiyero said, his brain still trying to wrap around the mystery that was Elphaba Thropp.
"We should probably head back to school before curfew." Boq said. Fiyero laughed.
"Curfew?" he demanded, shaking his head. He quickly stopped when he realized Boq wasn't laughing. "You're serious?" he asked. Boq nodded.
"I don't know what your other schools were like, but we have a curfew, and if we don't get back, Horrible Morrible will have our heads."
Fiyero flopped into a chair. "Why would she have our heads? She's the girls' headmistress, not ours…oh." Fiyero looked over to Nessarose, who was sitting away from them, watching the dancers. He looked at Boq. "You know, it was a really nice thing you did for her tonight."
"Mmmm…" Boq's look was distant. Harry watched them quietly, before his eyes wandered to Nessarose.
"She looks so…"
"Angry?" Ron suggested. Harry glowered.
"No. She looks upset." He said. He stood up and shrugged out of the oversized jacket. He looked undecided for a moment, before walking over to Nessarose.
"Harry, what the hell are you doing?" Ron called after him, but Harry wasn't paying attention. He stood behind the younger girl for a second, before grabbing a chair and pulling it up next to her.
"Hey." He said, smiling at her.
Dark brown eyes looked him over cautiously for a moment, before she nodded to him. "Hello." She said.
"I'm Harry Potter." He said, putting his hand out. She looked at it, before bending her own hand for him.
"I'm Nessarose Thropp." She said. Harry took her hand and kissed it in a motion he had seen Fiyero go through with other girls. Nessarose smiled at him faintly, but when she noticed the confused look in his eyes, she looked away.
"Are you Elphaba's sister?" he asked.
"Yes." Nessarose said tightly. She put her hands down onto the wheels of her chair and started away. "I have to go."
"No, wait!" Harry put a hand on top of hers. She moved the wheel, and he pulled his hand back, waving it in pain. "Look, okay, maybe that was a stupid thing to say…it's just that you two look nothing alike; it surprised me, that's all."
Nessarose looked him over, positioning herself so that she could see him better. "Not all siblings look alike. I'm sure you and your siblings don't look anything alike." She said.
He laughed. "Well, Ron and his brothers look a like. And I don't have any siblings."
Nessarose looked surprised by that. "Really?" she bit her lip. "Most people in the town I lived in had siblings. It's just…surprising to meet someone without a brother or sister."
Harry shrugged. "I may have had siblings, but my parents died right after I turned one."
Nessarose moved closer to him. "I'm very sorry." She said, putting a hand on his. She looked at it, blushing slightly. "I understand, though." She said. Harry looked at her, before standing. She watched him.
"Would you like to dance before Boq has a fit because we'll have you miss curfew." He asked, holding out a hand. Nessarose looked around, helplessly. Finally she shook her head.
"I can't." She said, touching the wheels again. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What, am I too short to dance with you?" he asked. "I think you made accommodations for Boq; can't you make some for me?" he asked. Nessarose looked at the large clock hanging over the dance floor.
"It's getting late…" she said, undecided, before moving back. "You're a very nice person, but I like Boq; maybe I can take you up on the dance some other time, when it isn't so late at night." She said. She pulled herself around and moved over toward Boq. They talked quietly for a moment, before Boq helped her up the stairs of the entrance.
Ron went over to Harry, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe, the next time you ask a girl to dance, you make sure she actually can." He said. Once Boq and Nessarose were out of the OZdust, Ron wrapped an arm around Harry. "Hey, you tried…you failed miserably, but you tried."
"Yeah, I guess so." Harry said. He looked at Ron, and laughed. Fiyero stretched and stood up, going over to the other two boys.
"That is one peculiar family." He said. He smiled. "I don't understand half the things Elphaba said, and Nessarose has to be just as smart if she came to Shiz a year early." He said. He stretched, cracking his back. "They probably want to close up; we should be going." He said. The three boys went out of the ballroom and found the carriage Boq and Nessarose were taking back to Shiz. "Do you need any help?" Fiyero called.
Boq looked up, shaking his head. "We're fine." He looked inside the carriage, before looking at Fiyero, his look rather grim. "There isn't much room in there; well, there won't be after Nessa gets in. I'd offer you to come with us, but…"
Fiyero felt through his pockets, before producing a small purse. He pulled out some money, looking at Boq. "How much is a large carriage around here?" he asked.
"Thirty, but…" Boq started to protest, but Fiyero raised a hand to stop him.
Harry watched, amazed, as the prince counted out his money. "It's on me." He said. He waved down a large carriage, handed the money to the driver, and opened the door. "Ladies first." He said, before staring at Nessarose. "How are we going to do this?" he muttered to himself.
"We could levitate her." Harry said to Ron as he reached for his wand. Ron made a face.
"The way things are going, I don't think it would be a smart idea." He said.
"True." Harry said. He grabbed onto his wand anyway, just to be sure. Fiyero motioned Ron over, and with the other tall boy's help they managed to lift Nessarose into the carriage safely. Harry and Boq got in after them.
"Does this thing have a break on it?" Ron asked. Nessarose nodded and pulled the break into place. Fiyero knocked on the carriage's roof, and with a jerk they started towards Shiz.