Alternate sixth year for Harry Potter.
Disclaimer: No, I don't recall the last time I wrote a mass-production novel.
Chapter 1: Where...
"…and furthermore, the Ministry of Magic has now realized that Voldemort has indeed come back…" Dumbledore continued on with the start of term speech, apparently unaware of a small number of students were already conversing among themselves.
"Well something is going to happen. We've never had a quiet year so far." Harry said.
"You could at least hope nothing's going to happen!"
"Hermione, whenever something happens at Hogwarts, we are almost always involved," Ron stated.
"Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Professor Snape," Dumbledore announced.
The silence at this last was rather drawn out. Though this could be explained by the fact that almost no one had any blood left in their faces.
It was broken by a rather loud THUMP just outside the Great Hall.
"BELDIN!" someone screamed. It was followed by some fairly exotic swearing. "Why! Of all the things he could have botched, why this!"
"Grandfather…"
"He never makes mistakes like this!"
"Grandfather…"
"I'm going to kill him the next time I see him!"
"Grandfather!"
"What!"
"Where are we?"
It was most certainly not what was supposed to happen, that much Garion was sure of. Somehow Belgarath and Garion had landed in what was apparently a castle. Beldin could not have possibly managed to mess up something like this. He had been too long and hard in his calculations to do that.
Well, he thought, not much time to think about that now. For there were footsteps coming from behind a large set of doors. Behind him, he felt Belgarath's will clench, and he did the same. The great doors boomed open and a figure with a long white beard and purple and orange robes. "Stop!" he cried "In the name of Hogwarts, Stop!"