Harry Potter Meets the Baudelaire Orphans
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Chapter One
Harry Potter was sitting in the dusty, old attic of the Burrow. It was a very isolated place; Harry loved it. He was rarely ever alone those days; always being follwed by Tonks, or Lupin, or Moody. Sometimes it was Mr. or Mrs. Weasley, otherwise it was with Hermione and Ron. But, the old, dusty attic, was the only place no one would foolow him. Probably because of the odd, not to mention quite loud, ghoul that clinked and clanked in the attic; rattling owl cages, throwing books, knocking over boxes and fiddling with an old harp. He was only quiet when Harry was up there- almost like the ghoul understood Harry's sinking, slightly lonely feeling. Although, he wasn't exactly lonely; with all the people around him.
Harry stared blankly at the celing. He pictured his seventh year at Hogwarts; must of it looked like fighting and sadness; but it was mostly a blur. It would probably resemble some of his other years. Every year resembled the others. His mind went blank. He had nothing to think of, really. He felt particularly sad, bored, and somewhat annoyed. He was already sure Dumbledore wasn't dead; he didn't care where Snape and Malfoy where; and couldn't exactly do anything about Voldemort at the time being. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"Harry…" Someone whispered, but Harry ignored it, probably just being a figment of his imagination. Harry felt like he wanted to drift to sleep… "HARRY!" Hermione yelled in his face. He snapped back to reality, opening his eyes and sitting up. "Are you OK?" She asked, looking at him a little worridly. He looked at her with a repetitive glare.
"Uh- yea, I'm fine, Hermione. I was just relaxing my head- and apparently eyes." He answered standing up. He stretched, his back making a small cracking sound. "Stupid puberty…" Harry whispered to himself, rubbing his back painfully.
"Dinner's ready, if you want anything." Hermione said, walking toward the door. "You sure nothing's bothering you, Harry?" She asked again, with a little less of a worried look stretched across her face. Harry nodded grimly, and followed Hermione down the stairs and into the kitchen.
About an hour after they ate, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were sitting in Ginny's bedroom. They weren't particularly doing anything. Hermione was scanning the Daily Prophet, Ron fiddling with a quill, Ginny was struggling to smooth a bit of her bed sheet, and Harry was staring blankly at a wall. He was not blinking, and was occasionally forgetting to inhale and exhale. His eyes flickered to look out the window. It was dark out, but no too dark for a walk.
"I'm going for a walk," Harry said, quickly standing, "Anyone wish to join me?" Hermione looked up from her paper, and she shook her head grimly. Ron was now examining the quill, and did not answer. Ginny also shook her head glumly, unable to smooth the folded bit of her bed sheet. Harry shrugged and whispered to himself, "Your guy's loss."
Harry stepped out the door and into the brisk outside. He walked, and twisted, and turned, walking passed the garden, stopping for a moment to looked at the large pumpkins that were forming. He then walked down a dirt path, into a small, dark forest-like area. He, unlike others, was not nervous or afraid in anyway to walk into the forest. He had been there before, on his way to the Quittich World Cup. There was nothing wrong with the forest during the day, although, he had to agree with himself that it was a bit creepyer at night. Suddenly, he tripped over a tree root and fell flat on his face. "Ow…" He mumbled, standing up and rubbing his nose. He could feel a bit of blood trickling down his face, and he whipped it away. But, before he could move, a twig cracked- he froze. He heard someone shriek quietly, and another twig snap. Breathing deeply, he pulled out his wand slowly. His heart rate quickly rised, and it felt like his heart was lodged in his wind pipe. He slowly walked to where the sound came from. He saw a large bush move a little. He walked to the tree closest to it. "Is anyone there?" He whispered, now quite scared.
"We- we- we need help, please!" They whispered frantically. Harry slowly stood over the bush and pushed it aside. There were three children sitting on the ground, shaking, and cowering with fear. He slid his wand back in his pocket. One of the children was only a baby, just the size of a watermelon. She had four, sharp teeth that sparkled in her mouth, and she was wearing a babies gown, which was filthy and ripped. The next child looked about 12 or 13, and his hair was jet black like Harry's, except cleaner and smoother, and he also wore round glasses, which were cracked in a few spots. He was dressed formally, but his attire was ripped and dirty, and a bit smelly. The last child could've been 14 or 15, and she had long legs and Hermione-length dark brown hair. Her hair was filthy, and was falling over her face. She was wearing nothing but a hospital gown, no shoes, or anything. They were all breathing deeply and tieredly. Harry stared at them.
"What happened to you! Who are you?" Harry asked, staring at them in dismay.
"I'm Violet Baudelaire. This is my brother, Klaus, and my sister, Sunny, and we can explain everything, please just help us." Said Violet, the eldest of the three. Harry nodded.
"Come with me, I'll take you back to my friends house, you can get cleaned up." Harry said, helping them to their feet. "Can you walk OK?" He asked, as Violet limped a little.
"Yes, but can you carry Sunny, she's just learning to walk?" Klaus asked. Harry nodded. "By the way, um-"
"Harry. My name is Harry Potter." Harry said as they walked down the path.
"Global!" Sunny shrieked. Harry looked at her oddly.
"What our sister means," Violet said, "Is where in the world are we?"
"Well, according to the tempeture, texture of the trees and ground layout, I'd say we're in Northern England somewhere." Klaus said, looking at the trees. Harry nodded.
"You can tell where you are by the texture in trees?" Harry asked, bewildered by Klaus's examination. Klaus nodded, smiling slightly.
"I read it in a book once. It was called, The Guild to Trees and Their Mysterious Wonders." Klaus answered.
"Klaus loves to read; I can't count the number of books he's read." Violet said. Harry thought of Hermione.
"You'll really like my friend, Hermione, then." Harry said smiling back to Klaus. They had reached the edge of the forest on the Burrow was in view.
"Ejup!" Sunny said, looking at the great height of the Burrow.
"She says that that house is really large." Violet said, saying like she very much agreed with her sister. Harry smiled.
Chapter 2
A/N: This chapter is a bit longer, so you may want to take a break in it; or you can read the whole thing! Please R&R, I want to know what you think! Here's Chapter 2!
Harry, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny stumbled into the Burrow. It was dim, probably meaning that there were people asleep.
"Take a seat." Harry said, and the three children sat down in the chairs around the table. "Hermione! Ron!" Harry whispered up the stairs. No answer. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Harry said, and then quickly but quietly walked up the stairs.
He pushed Ginny's door open. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were still sitting quietly.
"Oh, Harry! There you are we were so worried!" Hermione exclaimed, standing and hugging Harry's neck. Harry smiled.
"Where were you, mate? You were gone for a long time." Ron said, also getting to his feet.
"I found some kids in the forest, come on!" Harry said. Ginny stood and they followed him out of the room with confused looks on their faces.
They walked down the stairs, and Violet, Klaus and Sunny were still sitting, but were looking around with looks of pure amazement on their faces. Sunny was staring at the dishes in the sink, which were washing themselves from dinner. Violet was examining the clock that was on the wall; the one with the hands with the faces of each child on it, all still pointing to 'Mortal Danger!'. Klaus was looking at the rows and rows of books that sat in a large book case in the living room. They looked back at Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny when they stepped onto the floor.
"Oh, my!" Ginny exclaimed, looking at their dirty, ripped clothes. "What happened here?" She asked.
"Harry, who are these people?" Ron asked, looking at Harry in a very confused way.
"Everyone, this is Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire. Violet, Klaus, Sunny, these are my friends, Hermione Granger, and Ron and Ginny Weasley." Harry said, pointing to each person as he said their name.
"Hermy?" Sunny asked.
"What she means is, your name is Hermione? It is a very interesting name." Klaus said.
"We've never heard one like that before." Violet said.
"Uh- thank you." Hermione said looking at them. "Come on, let's get you some clean clothes."
After the Baudelaires' were cleaned up, they went back and sat in Ginny's room. The Baudelaires' seemed very intrigued by the Burrow.
"You have a very nice home." Violet said as she sat down on Ginny's bed. Sunny waddled over and sat on her lap.
"Thank you." Ron and Ginny said together. "Where did you come from?" Ginny asked, thinking about Violet's interesting hospital dress.
"Far from here." Klaus answered. "We are orphans, you see, so we're moving quite a bit. Are parents died in a terrible fire, that of which destroyed our home." He continued. Harry thought he would soon mention that his parents were also dead. "We've had to live with many different guardians; but sadly, we have been greedily accused of murdering Jacques Snicket; but trust us! We didn't."
"Our first guardian was pure evil; His name was Count Olaf. He is a terrible, greedy man, and he has been following us everywhere we go, just to try and steal the Baudelaire fortune. He has murdered many of our guardians just to get to us. We have a horrible, horrible life." Violet said, her previous smile fading.
"Hospital!" Sunny said.
"Yes, we were just at Heimlich Hospital, a large, odd, only half finished hospital, when we found out one of our parents might of survived the fire." Violet said, cheering up a little.
"Wow. I'm really sorry your having a bad life. How did you end up here, though?" Ron asked, starting to get interested in the story.
"You see, Olaf wants the Snicket files. The Snicket files are our only hope to find out about or parents, and Jacques Snicket. So we, followed Olaf and his evil associates." Klaus said.
Flashback…Violet, Klaus and Sunny were still sitting in Olaf's trunk. They had been in there for hours, maybe even days.
"Klaus, I don't think these bullet holes are giving us enough air." Violet said to her brother, breathing deeply.
"I know. It is strange, really. I read once that even the smallest amount of air can keep you alive." Klaus said.
"Ribbon!" Whispered Sunny, pointing at some junk that was in the trunk. Violet shook her head.
"I don't think I can invent anything to make the holes larger, Sunny. Not with this stuff, anyway." Violet said, but suddenly snapped her fingers. "Sunny, you can use your teeth! You can use them to make bigger holes!" Violet exclaimed quietly.
"But, Violet, Sunny had never bitten into anything as hard as car metal!" Klaus exclaimed.
"Agooba." Sunny said sternly. It meant something like, "It's the only chance we have. I'll do it." Sunny turned to one of the bullet holes. She paused, then bit down as hard as she could. A piece of metal broke off, and Sunny spit it out onto the floor.
"You're doing it, Sunny!" Klaus whispered, as Sunny bit off another large chunk of metal. But, suddenly they went over a large bump. Klaus flew forward, and his glasses got stuck in the lock, the glass cracking a little. "OH NO!" He whispered madly as he pulled his glasses back up to his face. Some how, his glasses had pried open.
"Hold on!" Violet cried, grabbing Sunny and Klaus's arms. They went over another large bump, and toppled out of the trunk. They landed with a THUD on some grass. "No!" Violet cried, standing and racing after the car. It was going to fast though, so she turned and walked back to her siblings. She cried softly as she sat.
"It'll be OK, Violet." Klaus said, rapping his arm around her shoulder. Sunny sat on his lap.
"We'll do it." Sunny said. It meant something like, "Don't worry. We'll still find the files." Sunny looked at the ground.
"What's this?" Klaus asked, looking at a small pocket watch on the ground. He reached down to pick it up, but as soon as his fingers touched it, he, Violet, and Sunny were spinning very fast, screaming, scared…
Flashback Over…"And we woke up in that forest." Violet finished. Harry, Hermione and Ginny stared at them. "We had no clue what happened."
"You found a portkey, silly." Ginny said. Klaus gave her an odd look.
"A portkey? What in the world is that!" Klaus exclaimed. Then it hit Harry.
"You can't do magic, can you?" He asked.
"Magic?" Sunny asked back.
"Of course not! Magic is physically and mentally unreal." Klaus said. "No human can do magic."
"What about witches and wizards?" Hermione asked.
"Not real!" Sunny growled. Harry and Ron exchanged glances. Harry pulled out his wand.
"Do you know what this is, Klaus?" Harry asked. Klaus nodded.
"Wood." He answered.
"No, Sunny, do you know?" Harry asked. Sunny shook her head. Violet shook her head before Harry could even ask her. Harry pointed his wand at Ginny.
"It's a magic wand." Harry said. "Watch. Wingardium Leviosa." Harry whispered. Ginny began to float.
"No way." Sunny whispered.
"So- so magic is real?" Violet asked, a little shocked. Hermione nodded. Violet, Klaus and Sunny all gulped at the same time.
A/N: I know this is really quick for getting the 2nd chp. Up. Please, please review more. The only reason I wrote this chapter so fast is because, I really wanted to. Please R&R!