"Get. Out, I say, get out."
To say Ronald Weasley was in an unhappy mood would be an understatement, for he was in a foul mood. He had people coming in his house and start eating his mother's food. Then, as if wanting to make his life worse,Harry and Neville had broken his favourite hand mirror, and they didn't have the nerve to clean after themselves.
Hissing and growling, Ron herded them to the door like cattle, ignoring Draco's complaining.
"Get out," he snapped yanking the door open before throwing them out on the mat and slamming the door in the face of a surprised Harry.
Outside on the mat.
"Ow, my nosy."
"I think I broke a tooth."
"Mummy."
Harry gave Draco a swift kick to the kneecap.
"You broke my knee," Draco doubled over clutching his leg.
"You're fine. Ron, let us in," nothing.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" The three of them began banging on the door forgetting they were wizards, they could have just used Hlohomora. But alas, you can't help two nitwits, plus Neville.
Draco finally turned away, giving the door a good kick with the leg he claimed to be broken.
"It'll be okay," Neville was saying.
"Yeah, Mrs. Weasley will probably murder him," muttered Harry.
They spun, ready to march back down the path they had climb not too long ago. But, they stopped.
Standing before the trio was a woman, not much older than they were now. A strange orb of blue-white light floated above her head, reflecting back in her dark sapphire gaze. A long wavy curtain of dark mahogany hair framed her pale face, setting off her red lips and sharp features. She wore clothes of black leather, a dark cloak wrapped around her shoulders, and one could barely see the dagger peaking out from the folds of the dark material.
"Hello there," she said in a thick British accent, "I'm Emerald Mayflower," she extended a hand. From the sight of her slender hand, to her long elegant fingers, Harry wondered if she was an artist.
After a minute, Harry found his voice. "H-Harry," he stammered, shaking her hand.
Emerald beamed at them. "And you two must be Draco and Neville?" She reached out, shaking their hands and mumbling something about she thought someone hated someone.
Draco opened his mouth, but seemed to change his mind and closed it. He repeated this action several times before shrugging and shaking his head.
No one seemed to notice his early life crisis.
"So Emerald, where are you from?" Harry asked, swatting a strange bug away from his neck.
The redhead shrugged. "What year is it?" Even though her eyes were bright, she sounded more serious than Sirius Black at an Order meeting.
Harry blinked in confusion.
"1997," replied Draco, sounding airy.
Emerald grinned, "I don't exist yet."
They stared at her, wide eyed.
"You're-you're from the future?" Asked Neville, who had gone very pale. Harry thought he might faint.
"No. Well, not exactly," Emerald said, "I'm from a video game, you see. The game I'm from, Skyrim, hasn't been made yet. Bethesda just released their first installment of the Elder Scrolls series last year. I'm from the fifth game, which doesn't come out until late 2011."
From everything she just said, all Draco got was, "what's a video game?"
Everyone looked at him.
Emerald shrugged, "I don't actually know."
Draco nodded, glad of this.
Harry cleared his throat. "Maybe Dumbledore can help," he said, "what?" Emerald was shaking her head.
"I asked the prince of madness for a second ch— wait! Dumbledore is alive?"
They were confused.
"Yes," said Draco slowly.
Emerald beamed at them, "this is madness."
Neville put a note away for later, reminding him that Emerald was odd.
"Let's go," said Harry waving them all to him.
"Wait," Emerald stopped, pulling a strange stone from her pocket. "Telepourter," she said, answering Harry's nonverbal question.
They gathered around the strange woman, not asking where she was taking them, or how she knew where to go.
Emerald was then struck with a question. "Where does Sirius live?" She asked assuming he was still alive.
"The Black Manor," said Draco, biting his lip.
Emerald nodded, and they were gone from the Weasley's yard just as Mrs. Weasley opened the door to invite them back in.