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Chapter 4
"Girls, I believe you have traveled through universes."
"WHAT!" came Sam's startled exclamation, "WE'VE WHAT!" Dumbledore stayed calm in the face of the girl's, admittedly slightly frightening, outburst.
He was more concerned with her, obviously unstable, sister who had frozen when he had told the girls his conclusion.
Sam felt her reason deserting her as she began to process what Professor Dumbledore had said. Oxygen seemed to desert the air as she struggled for breath. She could feel the almost familiar, despite the fact that she had only ever had two in her life, feeling of an impending panic attack.
Sam's hands began to shake as she fought for control of herself.
Her breath was coming short and she struggled for oxygen.
Finally she controlled her panic and asked Professor Dumbledore, who had watched her struggle for self control with an impassive expression, her most important question.
"What do we do now?"
Albus Dumbledore was impressed.
The girl had a presence of mind that was very unusual and he wondered why the spell had sent her and her sister to their world. Was it to help Harry Potter, who was after all about to start Hogwarts, and the oldest girl was his age?
And how could two small girls help Harry Potter, who was after all the prophesied savior, fight the greatest dark wizard of all time? Albus then remembered the younger girl's word vomit; such a strange phrase coined no doubt by the students, and he wondered if these girls knew more than they were telling.
"I will look into sending you girls home but in the meantime you must tell me everything that you know. From what I've heard about the spell that I think sent you girls here you must have knowledge of our world that we do not."
Dumbledore told the two girls, fully expecting a prompt answer. If they knew anything about his world then they would know who he was and tell him everything.
He was more surprised than he had been in years when the oldest girl, Sam he reminded himself, said no.
"Why ever not my dear girl?" he said calmly, putting on an impassive face, the key to getting this information was going to be gaining the girls trust, he would get nowhere with threats. Neither girl was one to be cowed into submission.
Sam smiled slightly and simply replied "sorry professor but we won't tell you everything that we know. We can only tell you some things, and even that I'm not sure is the right thing to do."
Sam watched with slight amusement as Professor Dumbledore's eyes got wide. He was shocked that she would not tell him everything, but she was sure that she could not. There were some things that she knew that he did not need to know.
Sam knew that the headmaster was quite manipulative and she could see how he had become that way. However; she was going to need him not to hold all of the information.
She could practically hear her sister's mind whirring beside her as she plotted. Sam had a few plans of her own, but, for now she would focus on getting the both of them integrated into this new world. She and Rachel could detail a master plan later.
"Alright," Dumbledore said quietly, having regained his composure, "please tell me what you think that I should know."
Sam exhaled in relief. She hadn't been sure if professor Dumbledore would give into the matter without a fight, and she knew that though she understood the basics of Oculemency she could no more shield her mind than she could produce a corporeal patronus.
"The first thing that you should know is that in our world there is no magic. But, an author wrote down Harry Potter's story perfectly, all seven years at Hogwarts." Rachel said quietly
"I have a theory about that actually…." said Sam, before cutting herself off and continuing the explanation.
"Those are wildly popular in our world, and they are our favorite series. "
"We're not really sure what happened, it was almost time for the first day of school back in our world."
"Suddenly I'm SHORT again! I really was 15, and she really was 12."
" Again?" Rachel snorted. "You've been short since you were born and that hasn't ever changed! I'm practically the same height as you even in the past!"
"Hey! I was not that short!"
"You mean you aren't that short."
"Stop being all grammatical! I meant when I was 15; I was a foot and a half taller! Gosh Darnit, a foot and a half!" Sam cried indignantly
"Ya, so was I. Which means that I have always been practically the same height as you." Rachel reminded Sam while in the midst of blowing her a raspberry.
" Oh God. We're losing our maturity! Nooooooo!"
"Muhahahaha! Now I can't be told I know better! Because technically I don't!"
"What kinda twisted mind do you have?" asked Sam laughingly, "and what are you planning to do?" she asked, slightly worried.
"To question number 1, my answer is, the very best kind sweetie, the very best kind. And in answer to number 2, EVERYTHING my darling, EVERYTHING! Doesn't that scare you? Oooh ya, I can tell." Rachel said deviously.
The sound of light chuckling jerked the girls out of the confines of their own little world, and back into Dumbledore's office where the man himself was indulging in what seemed to him a fit of laughter.
"You two are truly amusing. Very funny… very funny." He chuckled.
"Now, to decide what to do with you… I shall research the spell, of course, and see what I can do about bringing you home, in the mean time…. however…what to do what to do…"
" I have a plan." Rachel smirked.
"Ooh no you don't." Sam cut her off. "Please continue professor."
"No, no, let her speak, I find her quite enthralling."
"You really don't wanna do that," Sam assured him, "I can promise you that. "
" Shut UP! This has been a recurring dream of mine, for SIX YEARS! It's really a good idea this time, I promise! Nothing will explode…this time." She added to Sam, making sure she got in her two cents worth.
" Please, continue." Professor Dumbledore said politely.
"Heeerrree we go." Sam mumbled while shooting her eyes towards the sky.
"Okay. So, here's the plan. I'm assuming that you don't want us to be discovered…you know… as the dimension travelers…" she laughed, " So, we will be undercover.
Professor Dumbledore, you can pretend that we are transfer students who are under your care, from America. You also may wanna include that we're orphans… the best place for us to stay until the beginning of term, is the house of Molly, and Arthur, and Bill, and Charlie, and Percy, and George…"
"Get on with it! " Sam interjected
" Alright, back to the point, we'll stay at the Weasley's house. Because that is the best place for our planning to start. We will give you weekly updates where we will give you information on a need to know basis, and, if necessary, request your help. Pretty good plan, huh?"
" For you, yes." Sam interjected, taking over the conversation. "Personally I'm just glad that this one didn't involve explosives like that one time…"
"Ya, ya, ya we don't need to tell him that!" Rachel whispered while elbowing Sam hard in the ribs.
"Finnne. But that's a funny story!" Rachel shot Sam the death glare, which immediately silenced the older girl. " Ok, ok." Said Sam, throwing up her hands in submission.
" There are two things that we're going to need help with immediately." Sam said seriously.
" IS it possible to move students from one grade to another? Cause if it is, we need you to move up Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Rachel here."
Beside her Rachel squealed in excitement, and Sam could have sworn that she had heard the name Malfoy slip out of her mouth.
Professor Dumbledore contemplated the idea for a moment, while scratching a long scraggly snow-white beard. " Yes, I believe that this will be possible. Is it necessary?" He asked.
"Yes, it is." Sam said.
"May I inquire as to why?" Dumbledore asked, expecting to be told no.
Sam exchanged a long loaded gaze with Rachel in which she took away that if asked out loud, Rachel would probably say something along the lines of, if you must.
" Yes, I'll tell you. " Sam replied calmly, receiving a startled glance from Dumbledore.
" They are essential in the coming war. It's for everyone's best if I get them together now."
" I have calculated your answer, and decided to grant your request, now, we had best call Molly Weasley, and ask if my orphaned wards from America could come and stay with her. And of course, I'll add that we'll be sending money as well… and perhaps and extra room. You should probably know that she will begin to feed you from the moment that you walk in the door."
Looking at each other with mischievous grins, they rubbed their hands in unison, while saying, "Excellent."