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Earth-1234567

As we plunged through the breach, we saw scattered images of almost everything imaginable. Some kind of monster, second and third mouths protruding out of the first, a giant orb - was that the Death Star?! - in space, and even a couple kids trying to bury some kind of board game in the middle of a storm. Go figure.

We could also hear scattered bits of conversations. One began with a man with an American accent who seemed to be asking a witness questions. "I believe you testified that you backed away from old man Wharton?"

Another man, this one with a heavy Southern accent, replied, "Yes sir."

"Which direction were you going?"

"Backward. I always go backward when I'm backin' away."

Then, when it looked like we were about to reach the light at the end of the tunnel (I promise you, we weren't dying), we could hear a voice. This one, unlike the others didn't fade into nothing. In fact, the closer we got, the stronger it grew.

The voice sounded old, like a man who had seen many years and lived to tell the tale. Gradually, we could make out words as our journey came to a close.

(A/N: WARNING! The following text has been doctored to fit the confines of this story. Please note that the author does not, in any way, own the following text until the end of the quotation.) "-due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at -" Then we plopped onto a table.

I suppose it must've looked quite dramatic; the glowing blue breach opening up in the center of the table and depositing three strangers. Normally, this would be the part where the heroes land on the table on one hand and one knee before rising slowly to take in their surroundings.

In case you couldn't guess, that ain't happenin'.

Apparently, the table we landed on had been used for a feast, because there was still a lot of food on it. A lot. There were literally piles of what looked like cream puffs covered in chocolate (I may or may not have almost face planted into one of those), brass bowls filled to the brim with fluffy mashed potatoes (which Annabeth's hair did not end up in at all. Wink wink), and my personal favorite...some kind of fancy chocolate cake. The thing looked like it wasn't actually one cake; it was more like four stacked on top of one another. Now, it had a new, life-sized topper: a Flash mannequin! That was actually alive! And also actually the real Flash!

Yep. Barry's foot had gone right through the cakes, leaving a hole the shape of his boot all the way up to his knee. Let me just say, it took every bit of composure Annabeth and I had to not burst out in fits of giggles at that very moment. It really was a pretty hilarious picture, but Barry was not amused. I could tell because he cursed as he extracted himself from the jaws of chocolaty death. I'm perceptive that way.

"Cisco is going to kill me," he muttered under his breath as he stared mournfully at the frosting and cake crumbs coating his suit. It was only then that we noticed people were staring.

"Oh, hi." I waved.

Annabeth, Barry, and I were facing an old man standing on a podium with a long table covered in food behind him. Sitting behind the table was an array of men and women who were dressed very strangely in long robes. Some had colorful patterns and some were just solid colors. The man behind the podium wore silvery robes, which matched his long hair and beard, and had small half-moon glasses perched on his schnoz.

Annabeth was taking in the architecture of the room and murmured, "It looks like the Great Hall at Oxford."

"You mean the one they used in the Harry Potter movies?" Barry asked.

"Exactly like that," I answered for her. "Have you guys looked around lately?"

Then we actually did. Annabeth looked up at the ceiling just in time to be whacked in the head by a floating candle. There were banners above the four longest tables in the room. One was red with a golden lion. Another was green with a silver snake, and so on. I think you can guess what the others looked like.

"No way," Barry breathed as he looked at all the students at the tables. "We found Harry Potter."

The old man behind the podium - who I suppose was Professor Dumbledore - finally spoke. "Can we help you?"

"Uh…" I started.

Luckily, Annabeth stepped in. "No, I don't think so, sir. We're just trying to find our way home."

Then I had to open my big mouth. "Although, if Harry Potter was here, that'd be great. We didn't exactly come here to see him, but I'd love to brag to my friends about that."

Immediately, it was pretty obvious that I had said something I shouldn't have. For one thing, I got a punch in the shoulder from Annabeth and a slap to the head from Barry, which I found insulting considering I was just as tall as him. Also, all the students eyes darted between Dumbledore, us, and...oh my gods, it's actually Harry Potter. Looking to either side of the kid, we saw the other two members of the "Golden Trio." What the Hades has happened to my life?

"Who are you?" Dumbledore demanded in a cool tone of voice. "What do you want with Hogwarts?"

Great. I managed to make an enemy of the most powerful wizard in this world with one statement.

"Nothing," Barry interceded. "Like they said, we're just trying to get home. There's no need to use your-" Everyone in the room pulled out their wand. "-wands," he finished lamely.

I pulled out Riptide as Annabeth drew her knife. Together we kicked food and platters off the table around us, clearing an empty space for us to stand in. "Alright, back off, you bunch of stick-wielding Brits! First one to cast a spell gets a sword in their face!"

"Too much, dude," Barry said from my left.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to be Avada Kedavra-ed?" I responded sarcastically.

"Barry, how soon can we get out of here?" Annabeth whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"Well, Cisco said he'd give us a few minutes before re-opening the breach, so we're stuck here for a little while longer."

"Okay," Annabeth said. "We just need to distract them for a little bit."

"I think we're already distracting them," I pointed out.

Dumbledore finally interrupted us, his polite voice enhanced by his accent. "As fascinating as it is to listen to the three of you argue, you may have noticed that you are both surrounded and outnumbered. Perhaps it would be best if you were to surrender yourselves." Despite his ominous words, his eyes twinkled like we were sharing some inside joke.

Yep. This was definitely Dumbledore. He was every bit as insane as the books described.

"Just say the word," Barry muttered to Annabeth and I, "and I'll run us out of here."

Then, all of a sudden there was a plopping noise, like when you drop a pebble into a lake. The three of us swiveled and saw that the breach had opened up behind us again.

"See ya," I said with a salute to Dumbledore. Then I saw the fancy case behind him and realized it must be year of the Triwizard Tournament. What? I read. Sometimes. "Just so you know," I called as Barry grabbed my shoulder again, "Voldemort's gonna come back this year." Then we jumped back through the breach, hopefully on our way to Barry's world.

We exited the breach back in the Breach Room, the Speed Canon behind us, which was a relief. Cisco, who was behind a fancy-schmancy control panel immediately rushed towards us.

"So, how was it?" he demanded excitedly. "I know it wasn't your earth, which is too bad, but what was it like? Did you meet anyone?" Joe, Caitlin, and Iris rolled their eyes at Cisco's antics while Harry just crossed his arms, unimpressed. Then Cisco frowned. "What happened to my suit?" he asked over Barry's mumbled, "My suit."

"Chocolate cake," Barry answered as he pulled off his mask and ran a hand through his already messed-up hair. "Well...it was okay. We did get threatened by the people there," he tacked on as an afterthought, "but the people kind of made up for it."

When Barry paused uncertainly for a moment, Cisco prompted him. "So? Who'd you meet?"

Barry smiled like, Please no. "Harry Potter."

Cisco's jaw dropped. "No way. No way. Oh my - you have to take me there! I can't believe it! We actually found a universe where Harry Potter exists. Please take me. Please."

"So, you're telling me that somewhere out there, there's a ton of people who just run around casting spells and fighting evil dark lords of magic?" Joe clarified. When Barry nodded, he whistled. "Sounds pretty interesting."

I stared around the room at the eager faces before me. Seriously? Do these people just, like, jump into every dangerous situation they can think of? Even the Ares cabin wasn't that stup- never mind. They were that stupid. I'd seen it many times before.

Annabeth and I both shook our heads no as Barry answered, "No, guys. We really shouldn't go back there for a while, if ever. I mean, these people were ready to curse us into oblivion. If you two pop up in the middle of Dumbledore announcing the Triwizard Tournament-"

"So they're behind us in the timeline," Cisco interrupted. "They haven't even made it through book four yet."

Barry rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Can we just bookmark it and go back later? Preferably when they've calmed down? Besides, we need to get these two home."

"I second that motion," I said raising my hand.

"Fine, Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud. I'll send you three to another earth." Cisco ran back to his panel and started pushing buttons. "Alright; let's try this one. Earth-13."

I cocked my head. "How did we go from 1234567 to thirteen?"

"Thank you," Annabeth said.

"Just go," Caitlin sighed. Barry took this as his cue and ran us into another universe.

This time, as we went through, we saw images that were, in way, even stranger than the others. My favorites were the scenes of a giant shark biting a huge hole in a little boat, a lion cub being presented to a crowd of other savannah animals who were bowing, and a woman dressed all in black running up the side of a wall as at least three different cops shot at her. Cool.

Again we heard voices, one male and one female. And they were both...singing? Our hearing cut in just as the man was singing, "I'm here, with you, beside you to guard you and to guide you."

Then the woman sang, "Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime…" Then our hearing cut out again.

This time, we couldn't hear any voices as we approached the newest earth, which was kind of nice. At least we wouldn't be interrupting any conversations or speeches.

When we emerged from the breach, we could see some shiny cylindrical thing that shone like super polished silver. Behind us was a modern-looking building with writing carved into the brown surface (I couldn't read it, but I'm dyslexic. Sue me) that jutted out over the open area we were in.

Annabeth did a slow turn. "The buildings closest to us look more modern, but if you look farther away...the architecture's definitely European."

"How come you can tell where we are just based on the architecture every single time?" Barry questioned.

Annabeth shrugged. "I make it a priority to know everything I can, especially when it comes to architecture."

We stood there for a moment longer, which was rather awkward because all the pedestrians were giving Barry funny looks. Something about a person in a red suit with lightning bolts on it attracts attention, apparently.

Eventually, my eyes found a certain...object resting by the shiny cylindrical thing. "No way."

Barry immediately turned his head to follow my gaze. "What? Did you figure out a way to tell whether or not this is your universe?"

"Just look over there." It was only then that I pointed to the blue police box. "Tell me that's not what I think it is. Please please please please say that it's just for display, because I do not need more craziness right now. Meeting you was enough," I continued with a glance at Barry. "No offence."

He waved me off. "None taken."

"Oh, gods," Annabeth breathed. "It's the TARDIS. Time travel…" She looked at that little blue box like it was the last piece of chocolate in the candy store. Then she turned her gaze to Barry. "You can do that thing where you run through walls, right?"

"Yeah, but how did you-?"

"Doesn't matter. Do it. Get us inside."

"Now, hang on. Time travel is not all it's cracked up to be, trust me," Barry chuckled dryly. "Besides, do we really need to go on a trip through time right now?"

"Yes," I replied firmly.

"Okay, no we don't," Barry started as a man dressed in dark clothes and with a black backpack charged past us.

"DOCTOOOOR!" he yelled as he went.

When Barry saw the guy's face, he did a double take. "What the-? Malcolm Merlyn?!" He turned back to Annabeth and I. "Yeah, okay, we're following him."

The man with the backpack dashed ahead of us at top speed, heading for the police box - or TARDIS, I guess. Barry easily caught up and pulled ahead of the man, dragging Annabeth and I with him. Next thing we knew, we were inside the TARDIS.

There was an awkward silence. It looked like we had caught the Doctor, who I formerly believed to be completely fictitious, in his David Tennant phase. Both he and the African-American girl beside him (what was her name? Martha? Yeah, that's it) stared at us disbelievingly.

Barry smacked his forehead. "What was I thinking?"

There was a dull thunk from behind us as something, or someone, presumably the guy Barry thought was Malcolm Merlyn, crashed into the time machine.

"How did you get in here?" the Doctor (man, that sounds so weird to say seriously) demanded pointing an accusing finger at the three of us. Annabeth and I automatically pointed at Barry, who rolled his eyes like, Thanks, guys. "You," the Doctor continued. "How? Never mind that question, I suppose it had something to do with the tachyon readings I picked up."

"Doctor, are they aliens?" Martha asked tentatively.

"See, this is why I always had my reservations about this show," Annabeth commented. "Everything's an alien."

The Doctor pulled out his little sonic thing and scanned us up and down, the tip glowing blue. "Nope," he answered slowly, savoring the word. "All human. But...oh, that's weird… There's something wrong with your DNA. All three of you."

"We are aware," Barry sighed closing his eyes briefly.

"Why haven't you taken off yet?" I asked out of nowhere.

"What, and bring you three to another time period? Besides, I was going to, but then the TARDIS picked up the tachyons. I was trying to figure out where they came from."

"That's my bad," Barry said raising his hand and lowering his head slightly.

"Okay, well, you might want to because there's some maniac trying to pick your time machine's lock out there," I informed the Doctor jerking my thumb back towards the door.

"What?" He dashed over to a kind of monitor and looked outside. Upon seeing who it was, he cursed under his breath.

"His...his name wouldn't happen to be Malcolm Merlyn, would it?" Barry asked tentatively.

Annabeth popped up from behind the control panel, which she had been studying for the past few minutes to ask, "How does the TARDIS scan for tachyons?"

"How did you know she's called the TARDIS?" he retorted.

"So where're we going?" I questioned eagerly.

"You're not going anywhere, except out of my TARDIS," the Doctor answered. He didn't really look at me as he spoke; he was too busy trying to decipher whatever readings his sonic thing gave him. "Get out." I turned to look for Annabeth and found her inspecting the mechanics of the TARDIS, flipping switches, pushing buttons, and the like as she tried to figure out how to make the TARDIS take off. The Doctor noticed at the same time I did and stopped her (well, tried) with, "Oi! Quit it!"

We were reluctant to leave; it was the TARDIS after all, but we did need to get home. And Barry was right. We really didn't need to travel through time. Can you imagine if we went back to Ancient Greece or something? We'd probably end up fighting in the Trojan War. Still, it was only when I jerked my head towards the door that Annabeth finally abandoned her studies. The three of us headed towards the door, but the Doctor stopped us...again. "No, not the door. I don't want you to let him in."

So instead, Barry got ready to phase us back out to the breach that was (hopefully) waiting for us. Turns out, that wasn't necessary. The breach popped open again, startling the Doctor. He quickly put on little rectangular glasses and began examining it.

"Could you just...move?" Barry suggested. "That's kind of our way home."

"This should be impossible," the Doctor muttered. "This is a dimensional breach."

"And?" I asked.

"By creating these, you are ripping holes in space and time!" the Doctor exclaimed.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't think so. Cisco and Caitlin told me this is like, the tenth breach you've opened."

"That sounds about right," Barry confirmed.

"You're going to destroy the universe!"

"'Kay bye!" I called. "Oh, and Doctor." His disbelieving and angry eyes met mine. "He will knock four times."

"Stop doing that," Annabeth reprimanded. "You'll seriously mess up his timeline!"

"Oh, he hasn't heard that yet?" Oops.

Third Person POV

The Doctor stared after the interdimensional travelers that were going to end up destroying the universe. "They didn't say it," he mused.

"Say what?" Martha asked.

"The didn't say, "It's bigger on the inside," when they saw the TARDIS. They also didn't ask, "Doctor who?" I love it when people say that."