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FantasyRW14-The Harry Potter stuff is introduced in this chapter. :]
XxShadowsThatDancexX-I honestly don't know right now. I'm leaning towards Harry, because I love Ron/Hermione, but I haven't decided yet. I also think that someone in her house (She won't be in Gryffindor) likes her. Either way, I'm trying to make it a love triangle... Square? I don't know...
I don't own anything! J.K. Rowling does! I do own Linnae, Cassie, and the homeless man, though. :)
You know how people say that when you die, you see your life all over again? That didn't exactly happen to me. There was no tunnel with 'the light' at the end, no large white silhouette waiting for me.
No, instead, it was all darkness, but only for a second. I saw the man's hand move, I felt my throat burn with pain, and I told the man to go to hell. And then everything turned to black.
Three seconds later, everything came back into view. I was in a large white room, sitting on a wooden chair, and my left arm was resting on a gray table. A metal door lay off to one side. If this was heaven, it looked strangely like an interrogation room. I attempted to push back the chair and get to my feet, but I found my ankles were handcuffed together.
The metal door suddenly opened, and a man in navy blue robes stepped inside. A woman followed him, in deep red robes.
I jumped in surprise. Were they wearing oversized bathrobes? I decided not to ask.
The man was very tall, with dark skin and mysterious brown eyes. It appeared that he was bald, but he was wearing a navy hat to match his robes, so I couldn't really tell.
"My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt." the man said, his voice surprisingly deep and calming. "You're in safe hands."
The woman was tall as well, but not nearly as tall as the man. She had shocking pink hair, with a cute little nose and rosy cheeks. "Tonks." she said brightly.
The man, Kingsley, gave her a small glance.
"Fine." The woman sighed. "Nymphadora Tonks. But call me Tonks!" she added brightly, sitting her chair so enthusiastically it fell over. She gathered herself up from the marble floor and sat in her chair embarrassedly.
There were very few Nymphadoras in the world, if none. And the chances that her last name would be Tonks? Try 'there's no chance in hell,' as an answer. And Kingsley Shacklebolt? This was crazy. "Do you know anyone named Harry Potter?" I said faintly.
"Hey!" said Tonks cheerfully. "You're American!"
Kingsley gave Tonks another small stare.
Tonks coughed, and shrugged. "Everyone knows Harry Potter. I don't know him personally, but he's pretty famous. Why?"
This. Was. Out. Of. Hand. I was in the books. The Harry Potter books. This was impossible. How had this happened? I was in the books! My heart beat faster. Which years was I in the books? Harry's first year? Second? Was I after his time? My eyesight darkened. I didn't even know which generation I was in. My senses dulled. What about my family? And then, I fainted.
I woke up again about ten minutes later, after Kingsley ordered in his deep, deep voice for Tonks to get a reviving potion.
My throat burned as I sat up, my mouth tasting slightly of dog breath and lilacs. It was a strange combination, but I didn't complain. I noticed Tonks, crouching over me, looking at me worriedly. Kingsley stood off to the side, a trace of concern in his voice when he said, "You had quite a fall. Are you alright?"
I forced myself not to reply in an English accent- I always found they were contagious. "I'm fine, no need to worry."
I attempted to get to my feet, but forgetting my ankles were handcuffed, I ended up falling flat on my face. I flopped onto my side, thoroughly embarrassed. Kingsley was the future Minister of Magic; I could only imagine what he thought of me. Tonks... Well, from what I'd read of Tonks in the books, I was just as clumsy as she was.
Tonks offered me a hand, and I took it, getting to my feet ad bunny-hopping over to my upturned chair, bending over (being slow and cautious as to not topple over again,) and getting back on four legs. I took a seat.
Kingsley took a seat across from me, and Tonks sat down next to him. Kingsley took a piece of parchment from his robes and withdrew his wand.
That was what I'd been waiting to see. "Do some magic!" I said, sounding as excited as little kid, but I quickly corrected myself. "I mean... Do some magic?" I said in a much calmer voice.
"I'll do some magic!" said Tonks enthusiastically, drawing her wand from her robes.
Kingsley quickly interfered. "Ah... Perhaps that isn't the best idea right now Tonks." he waved his wand, (he looked a bit foolish) and a bouquet of bright blue flowers sprung from the tip. My adoptive mother (I had been adopted when I was three) had once said that there was no such thing as a natural blue in the wild. Ha! Then again, these flowers weren't natural, they were created by magic.
"Whoa." I squeaked.
"Thank you." he said in his trademark deep voice. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" he asked.
"Okay," I said with a shrug. "I'm good with that."
"Name?"
"Linnae." I said awkwardly, still feeling weird that I was telling fictional characters my name. "Linnae Sophia Zuvich."
"Alright." Kingsley said, waving his wand. Ink appeared on the parchment. "Age?"
"What day is it?"
"July 7th." Tonks said, obviously glad she could be helpful.
"Today's my birthday. I turned 14." I mumbled.
"Congratulations!" Squealed Tonks, clapping her hands enthusiastically, and nearly knocking over the table in the process.
"Linnae, I can't help but notice your..." He indicated to my body.
"Oh, yeah." I said cheerfully. "My right arm is missing, right? That's what you're referring to?"
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