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Chapter 27 – Harry Potter
It had been really crowded in the front room, so as soon as introductions were over, Ron, Hermione, and I took the opportunity to slip out the back door we'd seen from the kitchen. Ron and Hermione were talking, and I was mostly just listening. "There must've been like, fifty people in that little room! And what was with those two with the pointy ears? Leg-less and Glory-fiddle, was it?"
"Legolas and Glorfindel," Hermione corrected in a dreamy tone.
"Whatever. So what were they?"
"Elves, which you would have known if you'd been listening."
"But they're tall. And elves are a sort of grayish color."
Hermione gave him a 'look' and went off in teacher mode. "Weren't you listening to what that girl said?"
"Before or after she stopped babbling about how much she likes that greasy git Snape?"
"After," she stated with an exasperated sigh. "All, or at least most, of those people are from different realities. The same rules may not apply. For example, she said that there were aliens with super strength and speed. Nothing like that exists in our world. The one other person here who can do magic uses a staff instead of a wand. Different realities may not even have the same physical laws. They can be Elves and not be like the ones we're familiar with."
"I think they're just all mad, saying we're from a book and that Snape is her favorite character!"
"Actually, I can almost understand that, seeing as she's never actually met him before."
"How could anyone possibly understand that?"
"Because I'm a teenage girl, that's why."
"Well, then, explain it."
Hermione sighed again. "He's the classic bad-boy gone good anti-hero with a tragic past. Most teenage girls would like that. And he wears black."
"We all wear black, Hermione. You don't see her throwing herself at any of us, now do you?" Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'boys.' I grinned. I didn't understand it either, but at least I could tell that this was going to be one of their short arguments. They'd already diverted from the previous topic, arguing about something else now.
"Harry, what do you think?" Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, I was rescued from having to pretend that I'd been listening. Perhaps unfortunately because my 'rescue' was a roaring golden blur shooting toward me. I was lifted off the ground and could see the face of that blur. The look on that face foreshadowed my imminent demise.
"You're Harry Potter?" the figure holding me about three feet above the ground growled. Then I said possibly the stupidest thing I ever have.
"Yes." His growl deepened.