Disclaimer: We don't anything except original characters. ::Wipes away imaginary tear:: So sad!
Hi, this is brown dog! Okey dokey, before we move on, I forgot to explain Nick and Rhoddy, so here goes!
Disclaimer: We don't anything except original characters. ::Wipes away imaginary tear:: So sad!
Nick-former heir to the Koryfoidic(?) Empire, from a world similar to ours, can't live without coffee, and has an enormous crush on Rhoddy
Rhoddy-granddaughter of Maxwell Hyde (an important figure in many worlds), from a place where magic is commonplace, has a special magic of her own, and resents Nick's crush (though she doesn't know that's what it is)
"Nice place." Commented Nick as they stepped through into 12 Grimmauld Place. Claudia carefully closed the portal behind them.
"Aaaaaaagh!" A squawk echoed through the halls, which then set off Sirius' mother. Kit came screeching through with the twins behind him, beak streaming blood, boils all over, and brilliantly pink feathers.
"That's just a taste!" shouted one of the two as they crashed around the corner and out of sight. Hermione shook her head and hurried off to calm the portrait down.
"Meet my brothers, Fred and George." Ron said dryly to Nick and Rhoddy. "Master pranksters and terror of 12 Grimmauld Place."
"They don't like Kit?" asked Rhoddy.
"Nah, they don't mind him, it's just a little payback for something. They're weird like that." Replied Ron. "Come on, your rooms are this way. Sorry, but you'll have to share with some others. Hermione or smoeone'll get you," he pointed in Rhoddy's general direction, "normal clothes. You're fine, Nick. Mum ought to have some food in the kitchen—it's her day to come by. Your room is there, and yours is there. Sorry, but the chicken's calling me!" He was jogging down the stairs before he even finished. Rhoddy stared after him in amazement, but Nick just smiled.
"I wonder who we'll be rooming with?" asked Rhoddy after she got over her shock.
"I don't know. Probably people kind of like us, who have done something of importance in their world or universe before." Explained Nick knowingly. Then he laughed. "Or so your grandfather said."
"I should have known you'd do no better than quote someone. Can't you think for yourself, Nick?"
"Of course I can! But that's all I know about this crazy thing, and I'd like to see you do better!"
Hermione and Ron watched them argue from a distance. She sighed and leaned into his shoulder, and he put his arm around her.
"Just like us before we got together." Ron said quietly, smirking. She laughed and shoved at his free shoulder gently.
"Yeah."
Naruto ran down the stairs as fast as he could, hoping to beat anyone and everyone else in the house to the soup he could smell. He brushed past a boy and a girl who were arguing loudly, a frowning girl with bushy brown hair, and the hall where that annoying portrait hung. Following his nose, he burst into the kitchen and headed straight for the soup.
"Ah." He sighed. "Soup!" He dug around for a spoon and was about to eat straight out of the huge pot when someone growled at him.
"Don't you dare, dare, touch that chicken and dumpling soup!" He whirled around to see a lanky redhead standing between the battered kitchen table and the doorway. "I'll hex you from here to China. The soup's mine." The redhead pulled out a wand of some sort of wood—which promptly turned into a mouse.
Naruto couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. The redhead glared at him while mumbling curses.
"Well," he said once he calmed down, "if that's the way it's going to be…" he shrugged and did his harem technique. To his surprise, the redhead was unaffected.
"Sorry, mate, but I don't like that kind of girl. Isn't going to work." The redhead taunted.
Naruto tried girl after girl after girl. Nothing worked on the redhead! Finally, in a flash of inspiration, he turned himself into the bushy haired girl he'd seen coming down the stairs. The redhead, who had been leaning lazily on the table, inching closer to the soup, leaped up. His eyes popped out.
"Hermione…" he mumbled dreamily. Then he shook his head and put his eyes back in. "No. Not going to work. I won't let you have that soup!" The redhead leaned forward and punched him in the stomach.
Naruto disappeared in a white cloud. By the table, another one of him was working on the soup. Roaring angrily, the redhead charged him. Naruto picked up the soup and ran.
When Hermione entered the kitchen to check on Ron, she found herself in the middle of a war zone. Drops of soup were spilled all over the floor, the fridge was flung wide open and in disarray, cheese was scattered over half the counter, carrots were driven into the wall, a puke-colored paste dripped from the ceiling, crackers were on every inch of the floor, and the packaging for all of the above was scattered throughout both the kitchen and dining room. A blonde boy was crouched on top of a cupboard, and Ron was punching him and straining for the huge crockpot of soup that he held away from him.
"STOP!" she shouted—but she wasn't the only one. A girl with pink hair came striding angrily past her.
"We're on a mission, Naruto! Stop being ridiculous and share that stew!"
"IT'S SOUP!" cried both of the boys before returning to their struggle.
"Let me handle this." Hermione muttered to the girl. "Ron, dear. Won't you share the soup with all of us…and Harry?"
Ron considered it for a second before scowling. "Oh fine. But that's it!"
"Alright."
Smirking, Hermione pulled out her wand and levitated the soup out of the blonde kid's grasp and onto the table. She then whizzed out bowls and spoons while the two strangers stared.
"I'm Hermione, and he's Ron." She told them as they sat down.
"That's Sakura-chan, and I'm Naruto-kun, the future Hokage."
"Wazza awkache?" asked Ron, spurting soup.
"The Hokage is the leader of our village and the strongest, wisest, etcetera ninja in it." Sakura said calmly.
"Ninjas? But when I saw Harry, he said that you were magic-users!" exclaimed Hermione.
"You know Harry-sama?" asked Naruto, forgetting his resentment of Ron for a second.
"He's only my best friend." Said Ron, rolling his eyes.
"You guys should ditch this 'sama' and 'kun' stuff. It's not needed here, and we have different honorifics." Said Harry from the door. "And Hermione's my best friend, too, Ron. They are magic users, but they also fight. In fact, their magic is usually just a aid to a really, really advanced combat. You'd be interested, 'Mione."
"Want some soup, Harry? Chrestomanci scribbled a note onto our list that we should talk to him before going to our next universe, so…" explained Hermione while Ron scraped out the last of his share. Harry quickly got his own soup as Naruto finished. The blonde and the redhead glared at each other across the table.
"Just split it, you two. One of you put the portions into the bowls, the other chose which they want. Naruto, serve it!" snapped Sakura.
They were just finishing up when Nick came in. "Some old, cranky guy wants you, Ron, Hermione. Blade and Kit are already there. Do you guys have a coffee pot?" He asked Harry as they went out of the still-disastrous kitchen. "And what happened in here? A nuclear war?"
"So, you see, you'll have to have me change you into animals as I send you through. You'll take the form of whatever would suit you best on this world and universe. It will not necessarily be the same as your animagus. Kit, you'll probably either be some sort of bird or a cat, depending on which trait is most dominant in your personality. Not many of the inhabitants would trust you as a cat, however. Everyone understand?"
They all nodded, took a deep breath, and let him perform the magic. With the familiar feelings, they landed on soft grass and opened their eyes to see each other.
CALLING ALL READERS OF REDWALL: which of the Redwall creatures do you think suit Ron, Hermione, Blade, and/or Claudia the best? I've already figured out Kit, but everyone else is open. You won't get my next chappie until I have all of them figured out!
