The Janitor of Hogwarts
Chapter Two


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Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mind, naturally. So like, yeah. However, all made-ups ARE mine, so no takey.


Teava had no memory of the creepy wizard, or the police-type people who had disposed of him. She wasn't even sure if her name was really Teava, either. What she was aware of, however, was the small, white room she was sitting in. There was just enough space around her to be sitting cross-legged, it was that small.

The ceiling, though, seemed to stretch on into forever. She couldn't see the very top.

Looking around at the white space, a feeling of deja vu came over her. "It's the happy place again!" At first she had a gleeful look on her face, but it soon dawned on her that last time she had been in the happy place, they had tried to convince her that the floor lacked feelings and didn't mind being stepped on. "I told mommy I didn't like this place," Tea huffed, looking cross.

She shrugged it off. And waited. Who knows for what; I'm not really all that curious myself, so when you get the time, why don't you ask. I'm already sick of the girl.

The girl is question happened to be sick of something too. Well, several somethings. For instance, the lack of leg-room, the lack of entertainment, the silence, and her perpetual boredom.

"It's been daaaays," she whined. She started clawing at the walls in an attempt to escape. "Daaays. Where am I? Why am I here? I WANT MY MOMMY!" She began to sob hysterically, bowing her head between her knees in remorse.

A mysterious voice, seeming to come from all around her, sighed in exasperation and said, "It's been five damn minutes, for Christ's sake." Teava looked around frantically, searching for the voice. Right. Left. Up. Carrot. She had no sense of direction.

After giving up the search, she offered up a meek, "God?"

The voice from earlier began to laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more, before it started to hiccup from laughing to hard, and then it sort of sputtered and faded off until it regained it's breath.

"Yes, this is god!" it finally said in a bad attempt at sound big and mighty. It worked on Teava, her eyes becoming almost too large for her head.

Scooting closer to the left wall, where she thought the voice might as well be coming from, she said, "I've always wanted to talk to you. Why is the sky blue?"

There was silence on the other end. Teava began to pout.

"Hellooo?" she started, pressing her face against the wall she was closest to.

"STOP THAT!" God yelled. Loud thumps and crashes followed the remark, leaving Teava even more curious, and provoking her to press her cheek further into the wall, which began to creak ominously.

Genuinely confused, she asked, "Stop what? This?"

With a little more pressure the wall shuddered and began to fall over. "AAAAAHHH!" God screamed in horror. Teava watched as the wall made it's way down, seeming to fall in slow motion. As it made it's decent she began to giggle madly.

Crash. It had landed with a rather loud crash.

She jumped to her feet, stretching her legs and arms as relief at being free overcame her. "Whee!" she cried out, in a happy-good way. Looking around, she noticed that she was now in a very large, very dark dungeon, with no one in sight. The thin white boards that had made up the walls of her confining room were now on the murky ground, and seemed to be a lot smaller than she thought they would be.

Although this was all well and good, Teava's search was for the voice, or God as it had been dubbed previously. The deity was no where to be found.

"Hello?" she asked. It was becoming a habit. She started walking around on the white boards, tilting her head every way trying to find anything that would speak back.

"GET OFF ME!"

Teava jumped. Strangely, she said to herself, since no one was in the room that she could see, "The wall talked!"

"I'm not a wall, now get off of me," was the reply.

"Yeah, you don't look much like a wall anymore," she said thoughtfully. "You look like a floor."

"I'm not a floor, either!"

The girl snorted. "What are you then?" She jumped off the distressed 'floor', giving it a small kick. It crumbled to pieces, spraying dust and debris everywhere. Out of the cloud of wall/floor remains came a weird, skeleton-looking thing in black robes that were a few sizes to big for the wearer.

Teava's eyes widened. "You're an alien!"

The Dark Lord Voldemort sneezed.