Now that Kraug had ate about a whole bottle of Nyquils she is awful tired all the sudden! Harry has no idea what is going on.
'The world sure a crazy place sometimes,' he reckons grimly to himself but his unusual candor belies a flippant effervescene of mood... He sure is lonely now that Kraug is insensible.
So lonely that he's almost ready to forgive Kraug for being such an inconstant and frankly silly girl, as evidenced by the shenanigans she had gotten up to earlier on the train when she raised that ruckus and also how she had tore the chocolate bar Neville had been eating straight out his throat, so like I said Harry is a little mad at her too.
And he also reckons it must have been her, Kraug, who done for his 1st Edition holo-foil Squirtle card which he had attempted to use to instruct some social graces into Kraug before her curmudgeonly fit had bespoiled all his carefully laid plan... (see last chapter xoxo-E.b)
"If I don't find that card I may just cut your goddamn throat, Kruag" Harry warned his insensible friend with a sheepish curl of his sweaty upper lip..
But it was no good! Kraug, either because of the medically induced coma Harry may have put her in or out of sheer cheek, p'haps some combination of the two?, was still just laying on the floor where Harry had dropped her and staring off into empty space fit to beat the devil at his own placid game...
"You devious girl," Said Harry, he couldn't stay mad at Kraug, not with those beautiful and glazed eyes.
Anyways, they made it safely to Hogwarts and even got to participate that year in the yearly Sorting Ceremonies.
"Oh! Come now Kraug! The Soting Ceremony is about to begin!" Harry explained enthusiastically, Kraug for her part stumbled after him into the grand entrance leading to the Great Hall. Sirius, for his part, couldn't wait to see what houses Harry, Kraug and he were to be sorted into, he sure hoped they wouldn't be split up!
"If I get Hufflepuff I just don't know what I'd do!" Sirius freted, wringing his prison tattoo covered hands nervously.
Then the ceremony really began!
Harry, as usual, was sorted into Gryfindor again, so was his best friend Ron Weasley.
"Oh i just hope you also get to Gryfindor too, Kraug," Harry told Kraug as she waited to be Sorted. She was looking quite 'on edge' with all the assembled and excited students sizing her up. Kraug, as previously revealed, has never even left her basement before all this so she really had no idea what was going on!
Harry tried to explain it to her but that went about as well as his attempt to instruct her to Pokemon cards and induct her within that hobby, which hadn't worked out quite at all really. ..
Anyways, about two months later Harry found himself fishing with Neville, in the lake, for chocolate frogs. He, Harry, was spending a lot of time with Neville instead now that his relationship with Kraug had sundered...
"This is all wrong," Neville said, looking perplexedly into the lake, "don't you have a vague sense of deja-vu?" he, Neville, asked to Harry.
Harry, as previously discussed has no idea! "What ever do you mean, Neville?" But even Harry couldn't forget how he had seen Neville die so visciously all those months ago... At Kings Cross Station
Harry watched Kraug avidly as she climbed up to the stage to put on the sorting hat and get sorted. With a little luck she can be in Gryffindor, and Harry was right afterall because the hat cried out, "Gryffindor!" Which startled Kraug something fierce but she was too quickly shunted off to the Gryffindor table to react further and tear the speaking garment of headgear apart with her savage hands as she is wont to do.
"Yes alright!" Harry cheered jofyully. Beside him Ron lifted his goblet to toast Harry but Harry swiftly knocked it out of Rons grasp shouting, "fucking told you she'd be in Gryfindor idiot!" boastfully straight into Rons face!
Ron, if it were even possible, turned even redder than usual, and not just his hair, he sure seemed 'miffed' at Harry's boorish behavior just then. Padma Patil sidled up against Ron and placed her hand on his shoulder placatingly, "it's just kids Ron," she murmured hoping to quell his violent outburst of passions before it erupted...
Padma and Ron had been dating ever since Padma's twin sister had died the summer before under mysterious circumstances that would lead eventually to the forming of Hogwarts first ever mystery solvers club.., The Mystery Kids! but that's a story for another time...
Harry meanwhile was slapping Kraug on the back, the curly headed feral teen was absolutely overwhelmed by all the Gryffindor's crowding noisily around her and couldn't hone in on one particular hand to snap and bite so she just turned in a frenzied circle, her mouth hanging open, the sharp, unbrushed jagged teeth still left in her noisome mouth quivering for blood but the happy students around her didn't' seem to notice her bloodlust and rage in all the hubbub and everyone figured she was just excited like they was.
Everyone, that is, except Neville, who remained seated at the table, his brow furrowed in confused concentration...
"Don't you see what I mean Harry?" He asked the boy who lived as they fished by the lake.
Harry was beginning to come around to Neville's point of view. "Erm, yeah, it is a bit odd how just a few minutes ago I could have sworn I was on the train, then out here fisting with you, then at the sorting ceremony and now we appear to be fishing together by the lake again!" Harry finally managed, raising the fishing net in his hand for emphasis and to help explain, sometimes Harry knew, having a visual aid went a long way in making sense of things.
"But what does it all mean!" He clasped his fist to his palm.
"I think I can share a piece of information with you, Harry, that will illuminate this situation further," Neville declares, you see "it all started several months ago...
...At Kings Cross Station."
Neville's blood spattered body lay lifelessly in deaths embrace upon the floor as all the young witches and wizards of Hogwarts got on the train to Hogwarts.
But! Then, with a blinding flash Metatron himself appeared in the station once no one was there but Nevilles corpse.
"Neville Longbottom," an impossibly sonorous voice boomed and Neville's corpse was a corpse no more.
"Noooooooooooooooo!" Neville cried out, clawing the air and writhing frantically, he was brought back to life so suddenly that he didn't even realize he wasn't in hell anymore. "-oooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he continued to yell and writhe until he noticed he was at the train station again... "-oooo... o..? er? excuse me but who are you and why am I alive?" Neville asked the shinning fractal pattern pulsing geometrically before him. The substances of its body were clearly not of the mundane plane and appeared to wink out at the edges, just barely able to remain within the human-physical realm of existence.
The shimmering apparition pulled itself up proudly to its full height, and said;
"I am the Intercessor; conduit for a fatal Voice which carries an urgent message. I am the highest among the high though I was born of the human-physical sphere. I am scribe. Blind to death, the Tenth Emanation. I am the decider, and I decide what is best! I do not use contractions and my diction belies an ominous load."
Neville could hardly believe his ears!
'What in the world...!?' he thought...
But it would appear that Metatron was not finished just yet because he continued to 'speak', though really the words vibrated straight ouf from Nevilles pineal gland to manifest themselves purely through the aetheric medium without being confounded and infected by the Qlippoth shielding that Jehova had covered about the earth to wall it off as his own domain, like an egg dripping evil black paint... A-and now that Metatron has established the Conduit through the human physical instrument of Neville Longbottoms own 'third eye' the connection 'twixt the two of them had been firmly and irrevocably finalized!
Anyways, here's what Metatron had to say! ;
"You!" and with the word a hand materialized from the middle of the pulsating mass of light to point a glinting finger straight at Neville," are the Neville... the Anti-Hermione!"
and that's when the ascended spirit of Enoch explained the Great Hermione Cycle to Neville, and also the Hermione Tat Ko; The Hermione Death Battle...
"Wow I had no idea about all that!" Neville responded, awestruck as the shimmering Anunnaki Spirit-form continue to contract and expand psychedelically before him.
"Yes, it is pretty crazy I agree... but! The Hermione Crisis must be averted!"
But before Neville could ask anymore illumining questions he found himself quite suddenly seated in History of Magic class alongside his friends, Harry, Ron, Hermione Lion Heart the Time Child and her mechanical pal none other than ol' Mecha Granger 2030 herself and also Kraug.
"Hmmm, yeah, something definitely is up!" Neville told them all...
"Queery, Bioform Designate; Longbottom, Neville; what manner of something do you speak of?" The curious robotic girl Mecha Granger 2030 wanted to know...
Kraug had also been perplexed by this sudden outburst and hunched warrily in perpetration to unleash bloody vengance upon any who dare startle her friends. "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" she let out a low warning growl to let Neville know she meant business.
"Oh really, Kraug," The Time Child chided primly, "just because you were the first Hermione to attend this universes version of Hogwarts doesn't give you the right to bully and intimidate people!"
But Kraug barely understood her at all, you see she had never even heard a human voice let alone actual words and sentances before she had come to this magical school so she continued to dart her beady eyes from side to side warily.
"See!" Neville gasped gesturing to all the Hermiones as their table, "Mecha Granger 2030 and Hermione Lion Heart weren't suppoused to show up in this 'time-scape' until Kraug had been recalcitrantly abandoned to the past thus creating a time loop through which multiple Hermiones could travel through to emerge into the same dimension... our dimension!"
"No!" Harry couldn't believe it, he yelled out and fouled himself in shock.
"I'm afriad it's all true, Harry," Neville grimly warned him, but just then, noticing the overly interested looks on the faces of the Hermiones at the table Neville figured now was a pretty good time to keep shtum and not go spilling the beans out where any nine penny vulture could peck them up right out from under him!
So then he said; "er, actualyl nevermind all that, anyways, Harry, would you like fish for chocolate frogs with me right now?"
"Sure Neville," Harry agreed, and Neville was glad to see that hte others at the table then immediately lost interest and went back to paying attention to the lecture... "phew, close one," he sighed.
"What's that Neville?" Hermione Lion Heart, the Time Child, asked him absently, still scribbling down notes.
"er... nothing Hermione, just kidding is all," Neville quickly rejoindered, his tracks safely covered... for now...
Neville and Harry covered themselves with Harry's invisible cloak and slunk from the classroom, careful to avoid making any noises that would interrupt the monotonous drone of the ghost teachers dreary lesson. Soon they were by the lake and Neville figured he could finally take someone into his confidences about the whole Hermione Crisis and the Task of Metatron which had been lain before him.. .
But little did he know the boy along with him was actually none other than the roguish imposter Moriarti Strand of the Demon's Legion!
Strand prepared to silence Neville for good with a piece of garroting wire but just then Metatron imbued a piece of his spirit into the lakes giant squid and a slimy tentacle came hurtling out of the calm waters to knock the disguise off of the imposter before he could strike!
"Strand! How dare you show your face here!" Neville couldn't believe the audacity! It looks like he's got a lot more to worry about than a few spare Hermiones bumping about where they shouldn't be afterall!
"HAHAHAHA!" Strand laughed maliciously, "you're too late Neville, the Hermione Crisis shall be the Catalyst of Nibiru and your precious HogsMeade shall be no more!" and with a puff of chemical smoke much like the noxious fumes now blanketing across large portions of the United States, only slightly less carcinogenic, the master of disguise Moriarti Strand had vanished!
"Urrrrrrk!" Neville began coughing and gagging upon the foul fumes spreading noxiously over the lake. The squid came floating up to the surface of the waters, Metatrons Earth Bound Spirit Portion shooting out of it upon it's death; 'looks lime I'm on my own now," Neville mused sourly.
To distract the students from the miasma of poison death blooming above their heads the professors of Hogwart began reporting on Elf sightings all over the school grounds and about 90% of the students soon forgot about it though it loomed darkly above them, ready to rain tumorous death upon a pestilential killing field that had once been the cherished hearthland they held so dear...
anyways, thanks so much for reading my chapter guys! check back soon for the thrilling climax and eventual conclusion of the Nibiru/Time Skips Unleashed saga!xoxo-e.b