Chapter two: Englebert Sommervault
After many moments of spinning, Harry found himself in the middle of a empty classroom. He wasn't sure what school it was, why he was here, what year it was or anything.
"Now, why did I do this?" Harry moaned.
Suddenly a boy walked in, he was about fifteen. He was a little shorter than Harry, to be perfectly honest the boy looked like the loner type. When he spotted Harry he jumped and began stuttering,
"O-Oh, I'm S-Sorry! I-I-I didn't know a-a-anyone was g-g-going to be h-h-here!" He hiccuped.
Harry silently groaned, it was like a mini Quirrell,
"Nah, it's okay. Could you please tell me...What school am I in?"
The boy looked surprised and confused,
"I-Is that a t-t-trick question?"
"What! No..."
"Y-You w-won't hit me?"
"No...Why would I do-"
"Y-Y-Your at Hillridge H-H-High School!"
"I am?"
"Y-Y-Yes!" The boy twitched.
"Um...Thank-you..." In theory Harry must be at his Aunt Petunia's high school... "And...What year is it?" Harry had to figure all this out..."It's not a trick question and I'm not going to hit you!" He added.
"19-19-1981..."
"I'm in the 80s!"
"Y-Y-Yes sir..." The boy struck a feeble Saturday Night Fever pose.
"So my aunt must be about 17..." Harry muttered to himself, unfortunately the boy heard him,
"Your A-A-Aunt sir?"
Harry's eyes grew round, how was he supposed to cover up that,
"Yea, it's a new song...You know...By those people...With the tight pants...And big hair..."
The boy frowned,
"My p-p-parents don't l-l-let me listen to m-music...They s-s-say it's c-c-corrupting the minds of the y-youth of t-today!"
Harry took a step back, eyes wide,
"Um...Okay...Hey, do you know a Petunia Evans?"
The boy hiccuped again,
"Y-Y-Yes!" he squeaked, "One day we shall be married!"
"What!" Harry thought even Uncle Vernon would be better than mini Quirrell.
The boy shrugged,
"I-I-I've known her since kindergarden, s-s-she pretends to hate me. But d-d-deep down...She c-c-can't resist m-m-me..."
"Why are you telling me all this, you could've just said yes..."
"No! N-N-No one usually l-l-l-listens to m-m-me, it's good to h-h-have someone to t-t-talk to..."
"Um...Okay...So she goes here."
The boy nodded excitedly,
"S-S-So, will you s-s-sit with me at lunch?"
"What time is it?"
"It's p-p-playtime!"
"Excuse me?"
The boy blushed,
"Morning T-t-tea..."
"And where do we eat lunch?"
"T-T-the Cafeteria...Are y-y-you n-n-new?"
Harry nodded,
"So where is the office?"
"D-D-Down the end of t-t-the corridor!"
"Okay, thanks...?"
"Englebert S-s-sommervault! B-But you c-c-can call m-m-me Engles!"
"Well thanks Englebert..."
"E-E-Engles."
"Engles..." Harry backed slowly out of the room, "Well I better go to the office..."
"Do want to play a g-g-game of c-c-c-chess!"
Harry turned around and bolted,
"Sorry, I got to go!"
Englebert frowned, something was weird about that guy...Maybe he should start up his experiments up again, it seems there was something supernatural about that guy. Englebert slapped his forhead, he forgot to ask the boy for his name.