Dedicated from Becca to Superman(you'll soon find out why.)
Visiting first year was fun. It was not quite as dark as sixth year
had been. It had been hard for all of them, (Tom, Rupert, Becca,
Maggie, James and Oliver) at first, to not yell out at them. "THIS IS
WHAT'S GOING ON! OPEN YOUR EYES!" They had seen movies and read
books, (In Becca's case read way too much fanfiction on the subject.
She was a bit obsessed.) Time travel was dangerous and messing with it
could be disastrous. The six had made quick friends with Harry, Ron,
and Hermione. Maggie and Becca laughed at the boys bowl cuts and how
small they seemed to be now, or was it then. Hmm anywho! They had
gotten younger as well, which was quite odd. It was unsettling being
eleven again so they did not stay long.
It was Tom's idea to go to third year. It was the closest to any of
their real ages that they were allowed to get so they agreed. They
made friends once again with the three. It often crossed their minds
that they should have remembered them from the time they'd spent
together in the past but it was always a new introduction and a
retelling of the same story every time. They guessed that since they
were not off the same dimension the ordinary rules did not apply.
Becca started theorizing about altering dimensions and realities. The
others just stared at her and proceeded to go about what they had been
doing, which really was not much of anything.
The reason we've skipped much of what went on is simple: it has no
real tie to the story. And honestly, it's kinda boring. Who wants to
hear introductions a couple million times? You see, nothing really
caught up with the six until they had just started to settle into life
at the castle once more. It began on a dark and stormy night…. Well,
not really, but it was night.
They realized that it was completely impossible to fit eight people
under the invisibility cloak. They were all nervous as they kept to
the shadows. Harry took the lead with the Marauders Map, pushing them
into broom closets or empty classrooms when something started to head
their way. It took them quite a long time to get out but after an
hour, they were finally all, out on the Quidditch Pitch to be exact.
"Now," Harry said", put your hand over your broom and say up.
"UP!" chimed in the other eight. Ron's and Hermione's went up exactly
on cue. It took the others a few more tries but eventually they all
had it.
Flying lessons went incredibly well. No one lost control or flew into buildings.
Maggie loved it. Whenever she'd read the books and it talked about
Harry and the joy he got from flying she had always wanted to try it.
She closed her eyes as she glided slowly around the stands.
"You're a natural," a voice said bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Huh?" she turned to see Harry flying in the vicinity of her elbow.
"You're a natural. Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"Yeah, back home, magic, at least like this, isn't real."
"Wow, so it's all muggles?"
"Yeah".
"Sounds horrible."
The corners of her mouth twitched up, "It can be but you know, magic
doesn't make everything better".
"I suppose. I don't think you're a muggle though."
"What do you mean? I can't have any magic!"
"Maybe it changed, when you came here. Like you had it before but
because you were in that dimension it never worked."
"I don't know. I suppose it's possible."
"Come with me."
"Right now? What about the others?"
She looked down at her friends. Ron was teaching them the basics of
Quidditch, James and Oliver were whacking each other with the bludger
bats, and Hermione and Becca were trapped in a conversation about
books. Maggie mused about how scary alike those two were.
"They'll be fine. We won't be gone long enough for them to miss us.
You keep talking about how you want to get out the castle. Well,
you're out. Why don't we explore?"
She grinned. "Why not?"
Rebecca's PoV
My talks with Hermione were always interesting. She apparently not
only read copious amounts of wizard books but quite a few so-called
muggle novels as well. Of course, every time we switched times she was
endlessly fascinated by the fact that Harry had a book series based on
him. However, such happy conversations cannot last forever. I looked
up and then groaned. Maggie was off again. This time however it was
not her favorite, Ron or Rupert, who she was missing with. It was
Harry Potter himself! I grinned. The two of us were eternal fangirls,
although not the creepy, stalky (is that even a word?) kind.
I decided not to point out the fact she was missing as Rupert had
started to well act a bit protective. Of course, I guess it was hard
for guys not too, when a girl absolutely adored them. I grinned a bit.
Getting to know all these 'movie star' guys was interesting. They were
nice but the crushes she'd had on them had disappeared. Sure they were
cute and all but I simply was not interested. Maggie would go a bit
crazy if she heard this but it was the truth.
I guess we have to save the world first before we get to go home. I
missed home and my boyfriend. Did I mention him before? I guess not.
He shall hereafter be referred to as Superman. Grin bit silly of me I
know. Anyway, for those of you who are rather tired of this
introspection I shall… BANG! A rather large noise erupted from the
direction of the castle. I looked up. Full moon. Where were Harry and
Maggie?