The boys land, hard, on a cold damp floor. They sit there stunned. They had just been kidnaped. Snape had forced them to leave against their will.
Professor Snape lands gracefully and smirks as the boys land in a unpleasant manner. "Welcome to Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Don't try to leave because it won't work. You are now in my custody and you will follow me!" He strides to the door and pulls it open. Light filters into the room as he steps out and waits for the two boys to follow.
James stands and helps his brother up. "Hogwarts? Isn't that the school that teaches the Dark Arts to their students?" He whispers to his brother still keeping the act up.
Luke nods. "I think so." He follows Snape out into the corridor. He recognizes it at once. "We are in the dungeons." He hisses to his brother in what he hopes is a whisper.
James nods and keeps his eyes on the floor as they pass several students in the hall. They give the odd bunch a quizzical look but continue on their way. Heading for their next class. "Where are we going sir?" He asks quietly.
Snape continues to walk as he speaks. "We are going to pay a visit to our headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. I'm sure he will know what to make of this situation. Now stop the whispering. Your making the students stare!" He snaps as he stops in front of a statue of a griffin. "Cherry Drops!" He calls out and the statue jumps aside to reveal a set of stairs. He precedes up them and into Dumbledore's office, interrupting a meeting between the headmaster and Professor McGonagall.
Luke stops. "We can't go up there. Dumbledore will see through our ruse and force us to return here. I don't want to. What do we do Jamie?"
James eyes the stares then looks around. "We could make a break for it. I know all the secret passages so we could hide. But I don't know how we would get back to America with out a portkey. It's our only hope. On the count of three. One. Two. Three!" James tears off down the corridor. His tennis shoes slap against the stone floor. Luke is right behind him.
"I hope you are right, James. Because I have a feeling that Professor Snape isn't going to be happy with us. After he told us not to try and leave. If we are caught." He jogs beside his brother. Ignoring the looks they were receiving from other students.
James hits the stairs in a full sprint. He jogs up them as fast as his legs will pump. He then collides with something solid and very much alive.
Luke follows his brother and collides with his back as he stops suddenly. Both boys fall backward. James lands on Luke. Both boys lay there. James wincing in pain.
"Oh my. Are you two ok? I should've been looking where I was going. Your hurt young man. I need to escort you to the hospital wing. Not to worry." It was a odd sight. Seeing Professor Flitwick helping up the boys. He was considerably smaller than either James or Luke.
James shoots Luke a look as they both are helped up. "Thanks Professor Flitwick. But I'm sure my brother can help me up there. You have a class to teach after all." James gives Flitwick a small smile to show that he was fine for now.
"Yes sir. I can help James up to the hospital wing. You go teach your class. It was our fault after all. We were running in the halls when we weren't supposed to be. We slept in and were running late. Please feel free to deduct points from out house if you please. It's Slytherin." He also gives the dwarf sized teacher a smile as he grabs James and helps him towards the hospital wing.
Professor Flitwick stands there, shocked. Those two boys did not act like Slytherins. And he had no intentions of deducting points because they acted so polite. He shakes his head and enters his class room, closing the door, where he begins to teach.
They stop once he enters the room and closes the door. "That was close, Luke. What am I going to do? My wrist feels broken and Snape has both our wands. We surely can't waltz into the hospital wing. We don't go to school here. And why did you tell Flitwick that we are from Slytherin?" James gives his brother a pain filled look.
Luke smirks. "Because Snape kidnaped us. So why shouldn't his house lose points? But I don't Flitwick will deduct any. He was always the most understanding Professor that we had. And who is to say that we don't go to school here. If anyone asks...we are transfer students." He grabs James again and heads for the Hospital wing. Once they reach it Luke pushes the door open and helps James inside. He helps him sit on one of the beds and looks around. It never changed. "I wonder where Madam Pomfrey is?" Luke asks James.
"Can I help you two?" Madam Pomfrey stands in the doorway of her office. "Shouldn't you two be in class?" She eyes them suspiciously.
James swallows. "Yes. But I had an accident in the hall and Professor Flitwick told my brother to escort me here. I think my wrist is broken." He says softly.
She sighs and begins to check out his wrist. "Are you two students here? I haven't seen you before and your accents sound America. Most American wizards attend Salem Institute for Magical Learning." She grabs a vile of blue liquid and hands it to James. "Drink this and it should heal your wrist right up." She then turns to Luke. " You should be getting to class."
Luke frowns. "I will not leave my brother for class or otherwise." He narrows his eyes and takes a seat beside his brothers bed with his arms crossed over his chest.
Madam Pomfrey frowns then smiles. "Alright. I just need your names, years and house." She makes a clip board appear.
James blinks. "Why do you need all that information? Are we in trouble?" He looks at his brother as he downs the vile of liquid.
"No. Of course not. But since the attacks last month. Rules have been tightened. I need that information because it has to be sent to the headmaster for the records." Madam Pomfrey says with a sigh. "It's new Ministry rules." She adds, quieter.
Luke snorts. "Blundering fools. Ok then. I'm Luke and the injured one is James. We are both seventh year Slytherins." He says quietly.
James looks sideways at his brother. Before Pomfrey can ask questions James begins to speak. Just as quietly as his brother. "We are twins. We aren't to happy about being in Slytherin. Both our parents were in Gryffindor. I don't know why the sorting hat placed us in such a..." He trails off and shrugs.
Madam Pomfrey gives them a soft smile. "I never though I would see the day that two Slytherins didn't want to be in that house. The sorting hat works in mysterious ways. Slytherin is for the pureblooded and ambitious."
Luke rubs his temples. "Then I think it made a mistake. Our mother was a muggle born witch and our father came from a long line of Irish wizards. Mum didn't have any magical folks in her family."
James nods. "Our parents were killed last year in a muggle car accident." He says quietly while looking down at his hands.
Pomfrey nods. "I understand. You need to rest James. That potion will heal your wrist in no time. I should really get back to work. I may even forget to send the clipboard." She says with a sly smile as she disappears into the back room.
Luke chuckles. "Man. We are good. No one suspects a thing. Now after your wrist heals. We will be on our way. Before Snape can hunt us down and curse us from here to Hogsmeade and back again."
James nods with a smile. His eyes glance around the room and widen as they fall on several figures standing in the doorway. "Um..Luke? I hope your ready for a trip." He says in a whisper.
Luke blinks at his brother. "A trip. What are you talking about? I think that potion is playing with your head."
James reaches over with his good hand and turns Luke's head to face the doorway. "That's why. We might be seeing Hogsmeade a lot sooner than we hopped."