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Chapter Two: Mungo's and Magic

"Completely unnecessary… wasn't even a threat…"

Moon slowly returned to consciousness, and wished that she hadn't. Her head pounded horribly, and her shoulder burned. Her throat was scratchy and dry, as though it were made of cotton.

"I think she's waking up," said a familiar female voice.

"That's unusual for being hit by two stunners," remarked a different, aged male voice. "Although Mister Travers never was the most proficient with that spell…"

Moon pried her eyes open and blinked at the spotless ceiling above her. She attempted to sit up, but both her arm and her head protested. She sank back into her pillow with a groan and let her eyes shut again. The man who had just spoken chuckled.

"Where am I?" she mumbled.

"St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries," the male voice replied.

"What?"

Another laugh. "I'm afraid, Miss Blakesley, that there's been a lot of commotion regarding your trip to Hogsmeade."

"Why is that?"

"Are you aware of wizards, Miss Blakesley?"

Her eyes snapped open. "What?"

"Wizards. Witches. Magic."

"I thought those were just fairy tales."

"Magic is very real," the man told her.

"Well, apparently so, if I'm actually in a magical hospital."

"I'm so sorry about this," the woman said, and Moon realized that it was Pomona. "I didn't expect those two Hit Wizards to attack you like that."

"What were you expecting then?" Moon questioned.

"For them to take you to the ministry and figure out where you're supposed to be, then send you on your way. Muggles aren't supposed to know about magic."

"Muggles?"

"Non-magic folk," the man supplied. "Although, if proper procedures had been followed, we wouldn't have been able to discover the truth."

"What truth?"

"Miss Blakesley, are you aware that you're a witch?"

A pause.

"I'm a what?" Moon asked slowly, sure that she had misheard.

"Are you aware that you are a witch?"

"I… that makes no sense."

Another laugh. "I'm sure this is a surprise for you."

"I can't be a witch. I'd know, wouldn't I?"

"Has anything strange ever happened to you? Something that you could never explain?"

Plenty of strange things had happened in her thirteen years of life, and none of it was unexplainable.

"It would be something small," Pomona explained. "One-time occurrences or mishaps that you brushed off."

"There's…"

Wait.

There had been some things. Lightbulbs exploding when she got angry. Stuff floating after a particularly bad nightmare. Her favourite stuffed Lillipup miraculously being stitched up after she had accidently torn it. All of which had been written off as the antics of her mother's Espeon, who was particularly fond of Moon.

She sat up this time, ignoring the pain in her arm, and stared at the two adults with sharp blue eyes.

"You recall something?" the man—who had a ridiculously long beard and an equally ridiculous cloak—asked with a knowing grin. Moon nodded, not trusting her voice immediately after her revelation.

"Well," the elderly man said cheerfully, "that settles that, but it raises more questions than it answers."

"How so?" Moon queried.

"How old are you, Miss Blakesley?"

"I turn thirteen on the first of August," she replied.

"In two days, then," the man confirmed. Moon hadn't realized the day was so close. "But then, surely you must have gotten a letter for attending school?"

"There's wizard schools?" she asked incredulously.

"In practically every country. Unless you grew up completely isolated from the world, you should have been sent a letter regarding your attendance to one of the schools."

Moon shook her head. "Never received anything like that."

"May I ask what country you live in?"

"Alola, but I grew up in Kanto."

The two adults exchanged a look that made Moon uneasy. Pomona stood up from her chair, brushing specks of dirt off of her clothes.

"I really should be heading home. My plants won't tend themselves—not all of them, anyway. Goodbye, Moon, Albus."

The man nodded sagely as she scuttled out of the room. He turned back to the girl lying in the hospital bed.

"Now," he said, "could you possibly restate the names of those countries?"

"Alola and Kanto," she repeated. The man paused, and then shook his head.

"I'm afraid I've never heard of such countries."

"What?" Moon blurted. "Alola I get, but how can you not know of Kanto? It's the biggest region there is!"

"Region?"

"Yeah, region," she restated, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Speaking of which, which region is this anyway? I thought it was Unova but it doesn't have small towns like Hogsmeade."

He blinked. Several seconds passed before he let out a long sigh.

"I'm afraid, Miss Blakesley, that you're a long way from home."

"Well, obviously," she scoffed.

"Currently, you are in England. Do you know where that is?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Is this some sort of complex prank?"

"Not at all."

"I've never heard of this place."

"What about Britain?" the man pressed. "The United Kingdom?"

"Where and what now?" she responded. "Look, if this is your idea of a joke, it's really not funny—"

"I can assure you that I am not joking."

His voice was so serious for one dressed in a cloak with twinkling stars that Moon found herself believing him.

"What were you doing before you woke up in the forest?" he questioned. "And don't leave anything out, for both our sakes."

She told him of the gang, the theft, the chase, and the massive failure that resulted in an explosion. Any time she tried to simplify something or leave out a detail, the man's bright blue eyes seemed to pierce her, as though he could tell when she was omitting something. She corrected herself constantly to keep that prying glare away as long as possible.

"And this… wormhole technology… is it possible for it to work?" the man asked after she finished her rambling.

"Yeah. It's worked in the past, so if you had enough skill and power, you could open a portal."

"Have you considered the possibility that these Galactic people might have managed to create a portal, if only briefly?"

Moon paused. "Are you suggesting that I'm in some alternate dimension?"

"Possibly."

She huffed. "It'd make sense. Would explain why my pokédex isn't pulling out a map."

"Your pokédex, did you say?"

"Short for pokémon codex."

"Pokémon?"

"Short for pocket monster," she said automatically. Something must have jolted her, because she tensed and started scanning the room frantically.

"My bag! What happened to my bag?"

"It's been placed in the cabinet next to you," the man replied. "It was searched earlier, but nothing was confiscated."

Her head whipped around to the cabinet drawer. With no regard for her injuries, she pulled open the drawer and took out her bag. She retrieved six small red and white balls and sighed in relief.

"They're still here… thank goodness…"

"Are those important?" the man asked gently.

"They're my pokémon."

"These pokémon… are marbles?"

A bark of laughter escaped her. "No, pokémon live in these 'marbles', as you call them. Pokémon can't always walk everywhere, so they stay in pokéballs instead."

"I see. Would it be possible for me to see one?"

"This room's a bit cramped… but, I suppose…"

Moon plucked a seemingly random ball out of the six, and tapped it with her thumb. The ball expanded to fit her entire palm. She pressed the button in the centre, resulting in the ball breaking open as a jet of light shot out. A creature made entirely out of metal, with a bright red eye and magnets for hands, was floating in the air a second later.

"Bre-briit!"

"This right here is Magnezone," Moon said conversationally. "The smallest of my team, and one of the oldest."

"And how old would that be?"

"Almost two years since I caught them."

"Caught?"

"The way trainers—people who work alongside pokémon—recruit pokémon is through battling them and catching them with pokéballs. If the pokémon is convinced the person is worthwhile, they stay inside the pokéball. If not, they break out."

"I see," the man said warily. "It doesn't impede the creature's will?"

"Some pokéballs are better suited for catching pokémon than others, but most could be broken out of if the pokémon truly did not wish to join the trainer. The only exception is the Master Ball, which is extremely hard to obtain."

The man nodded. "I suppose, if that's the case, I can't disapprove."

Moon recalled Magnezone and shrank the ball back down to the size of a marble.

The man folded his arms, and a look of contemplation crossed his face. "If you are from another world, then how are you a witch? Or at least magical enough to walk past the wards of Hogsmeade?"

"Well, how do witches normally pop up?"

"Every wizard or witch is born with their magic. In most cases, one or both parents is also magical, but there are exceptions."

Memories of her mother and father, back before the big fight, resurfaced. "Are you saying one of my parents is magical?"

"I don't believe so," he said slowly, "but I couldn't be sure. If you gave me their names, I could try to search to see if there is any link to any of the wizarding families, but the chance is slim."

Moon took the chance anyway, and gave him the names of her parents. His blue eyes widened in shock, and for a moment he was stunned into complete silence.

"He… everyone thought he was dead…"

"You know my dad?"

The man nodded sadly. "He was a student of mine once. He vanished during the war—not that you'd know about the war…"

He trailed off for a moment, before looking at her oddly. "You don't share a family name with him. Why is that?"

"My parents divorced when I was eight. It was all very messy. My mother switched back to her maiden name and legally changed mine as well."

"And so you've gone by Moon Blakesley ever since?"

"Yup."

Something sparkled in the old man's eye, but Moon kept herself from commenting on it. He stood up, reaching out a hand for her to shake.

"It's been wonderful talking to you, Miss Blakesley."

"Likewise, Mister…"

The man chuckled, "My apologies. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of Britain's wizarding school, Hogwarts."

"Nice to meet you, sir," she said pleasantly, taking his hand to shake.

"I regret to say that I must be off. I'll be back tomorrow to discuss some options with you regarding your current situation."

"Wait. I'm staying here tonight?"

Dumbledore's eyes had that look Moon so well, the one that every adult got when they were speaking with children. Her previous opinion that the man was eccentric, but reasonable, dimmed.

"You were hit by two stunning spells simultaneously. Most wizards and witches are able to handle having one cast on them at a time, but not two. Your head was also injured when you were stunned. It is best that you remain here for the night, so that if there are any problems, there are people equipped to handle them."

Moon figured it had less to do with her health and more to do with him needing time to set something up, but she wasn't prepared to confront him about it.

"Well, I don't have many options here, I guess," she grinned, although her voice lacked the usual cheer. "Thanks for all of this."

"Not a problem, my dear. Not a problem at all."

Some people asked why no one reacted to Rotom. Let's just say that Rotom-dex was in the bag.

I'll try to be updating every Sunday, as I have plenty of chapters pre-written. I just need to edit them. They vary in length, but I try to keep them above 1000 words each.

Hope everyone has a good week!

-Silver