this is my first chapter of my crossover story between Harry Potter and The Wheel of Time. Yay! It's finally up!
A few things before you read this. I know that the names Hermionie and Andromida are normally spelled different, but this is the way I spell them for these characters. The three main characters are completely made up. The Rand al'Thor in this story is not the Rand al'Thor from the WOT books, reed to find out how they are connected. My Hermionie is completely fictional. The HP Hermione will show up at Hogwarts. I am posting this in the WOT section, the HP section, and the book crossover section so don't try to read them all, they are the same.
Disclaimer: I guess I have to do this. I do not own Harry Potter, Wheel of time, or any thing else referenced to. Trust me, if I owned Harry Potter…let's leave it at that.
Chapter 1
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend becomes myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it berth comes again. In one Age called the Fifth Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the White Spring Woods. The wind was not the beginning, there are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
The wind blew out of the woods and over hills and valleys stirring up leaves as it went. It blew over a parched field where boys and men, and even some women, were practicing the sword. The women al wore pants, most of them wore white, some with bands of color on them. The men were a mixed lot, some without shirts and some with a high collared black coat, these ones seamed not to sweat as they worked beneath the baking sun. It whipped around two tall, solitary towers, one white, one black, and through the stables on the other side where a woman was setting out on a journey so important that an entire army, let alone a little wind, could distract her from her purpose as she mounted her horse trailing three others behind it. On it blew over the farmlands and planes of the Old Lands, where tradition was strong and the farmers were grateful for the wind to cool them under the sun. It blew over the Forest of shadows and the Mountains of Mist. And suddenly it was blowing around tall buildings, snatching at hats and coats. Tugging and pulling at the hair and skirts of three girls emerging from the subway with their parents.
Hermionie caught her waist long hair and pulled it in front of her shoulders combing through it with her fingers wishing that she had thought, like Remembrance, to braid her hair. Then again it wouldn't be horrible if her hair blew around her perfectly the way Andromida's seemed to. But that was what she got for being so intent on her studies, she just had no time for her appearance, not that it was important.
They started down the street looking for a bookshop. Just that morning their world had been turned up side down when they received letters of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermionie had read all the Harry Potter books and some times had found herself wanting it to be real but she had never thought that it could actually be real.
"There it is!" she said pointing to a sign hanging over an old musty looking storefront. The sign said "The Magical World of Reading," she had always had a knack for finding bookstores. That was one of her favorite pastimes, reading.
As they entered the bookstore Hermionie looked around, it was a musty little place with books piled to the ceiling and chairs all over for comfortable reading, it was just her sort of place. She heard her mom saying, "So, what are we supposed to do?"
"We are supposed to go to the front desk and show them our letters," she replied automatically. She was the one that always remembered these things, that was what she did, remembered things. She always had to help her sisters in school.
They approached the desk but no one was there. "Maybe we should ring the bell," said Andromida, doing so. From back behind the bookshelves came a short, balding man who seemed to be about a hundred years old.
"May I help you?" he said in a voice as dusty as thickest of the books, it obviously was not used much. "Yes," said Remembrance before Hermionie could open her mouth. "We received these letters," she said fishing hers out of her pants pocket. "Yes, of course," said the man. "Ranee should be back soon. Wait here." And with that he disappeared between the shelves again.
Hermionie stood there in shock, Remembrance hardly ever talked to people out side their family other than friends. She was considered the shy one. Andromida did the flirting, Hermionie did the talking, and Remembrance was the nice girl that every one wanted as a friend. It was just strange.
So what do you think? Hermionie heard Andromida's voice say, I'm not too sure I trust that man. He seems to have spent his whole life reading. Although Hermionie and Remembrance could hear this plain as day no one standing next to them would have heard it. This was something that they discovered they could do in elementary school, they called it Thinking. There is nothing wrong with reading, Thought Hermionie indignantly. There is if that's all you ever do, Thought Remembrance. Besides, I'm tired of you two bickering inside my head. If you don't stop I'll--. But they never found out what she'd do. Just then a hansom, plump woman came out of a room behind the front counter accompanied by a man and a woman looking absolutely pleased. "We're just so proud of him," said the man, "Never thought he'd be a strong enough wizard for them to send for him over sea."
"Yes," said his wife. "We were almost afraid that he was going to have to go to Valanor's since we decided to live in the U.S. so we are very proud that he got in"
"Well, I am very happy for you," said the plump woman. Then seeing them, "but it seems that I have some other customers that I need to attend to." She turned towards them and, seeing Remembrance's letter, said, "Hogwarts I presume?"
"Yes," said Hermionie before Remembrance started talking again. "Oh very good!" said the woman. "My name is Ranee and these are Mr. and Mrs. al'Thor. Their son Rand is starting at Hogwarts as well. And you must be the Glines triplets I have heard so much about."
"Yes," said Andromida. "This is Hermionie this is Remembrance, but don't call her that, call her Mem." As she said this she shot a nasty look at Hermionie, she had never shortened the others' names. That had been one of the very few reasons that Remembrance ever got mad at her. "And I am Andromida. You could call me Romi if you want, I really don't care."
"Very well," said Ranee to them. Then, turning to the al'Thors said, "If you'd excuse me, I need to help these girls get their school supplies."
"Oh, of coarse," said Mr. al'Thor.
With that Ranee headed back twords the door saying, "Come on girls, I haven't got all day."
The girls followed her into a small room that contained only shelves with all the Harry Potter books and movies and some coats on pegs. Hermionie had expected their school supplies, but instead, the woman walked over to a blank stretch of wall. "Watch this," she said as she pulled out her wand pointing it at the wall. Then with a flick of her wrist an opening seem to rotate open in the middle of the wall. Hermione thought it was strange that she saw what seemed to be cords going from the woman to the wall, creating the opening.
You guys, she thought shakily, this is weird. I can see what she is doing. I get the feeling that she can't see it though.
Well of coarse you can see it, so can every one else, you don't need to state the obvious, thought Andromida. But I can feel some thing.
No Romi I don't think that that is what she is talking about, Thought Mem just in the nick of time to stop an argument before it started. I can see it too, and I can feel it. It is weird.
"Well," said Ranee, "are you coming or are you going to stand there all day?" With simultaneous embarrassment they realized that they were standing in the middle of the floor Hermionie and Andromida standing on ether side of Remembrance glaring around her at each other, and followed through the wall that closed behind them. They were standing on a small cobble stone street complete with a street sign, which Hermionie noticed, said--
"Diagon Ally?" she said, her jaw dropping for the second time in twenty minutes. "The Diagon Ally?"
Tell me what you think. I started writing this story years ago, but my computer monitor died so it was stuck on the comp., I couldn't get it off till today.
Sorry I had to re post this because I had to put the "thinking" in italics.
R&R please! I'm begging!