This is a great song. I was listening to it when I realised this is pretty much every Gryffindor/Slytherin couple. At least those actually at Hogwarts anyway. Not necessarily those in real life. What do you think?
This is a great song. I was listening to it when I realised this is pretty much every Gryffindor/Slytherin couple. At least those actually at Hogwarts anyway. Not necessarily those in real life. What do you think?
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I don’t necessarily mind Dramione in theory, it’s just that in reality I know it would not work out. He did more than just bully her, he literally attacked her multiple times and fought for Riddle (even if that was under coercion, he still had the Dark Mark).
Chapter 2 – Meeting the Master
I woke up to see that I was lying on a grassy plain looking up at a clear blue sky. I wondered if I was in fact right. I was merely dreaming of the Hogwarts Express. Then again, I had never been in that field before. I sat up and look around. I was sure that I would remember if I had; it was one of the most beautiful fields that I had ever seen. I stood and started walking around aimlessly, wondering if perhaps I had died, and this place was Heaven.
“You are right on one of those accounts.” A deep voice said behind me. I had never heard this voice before, but I could already picture who was present with me. I turned around and immediately bowed before my Master, whom I had never thought that I would meet before death. Heavy footfalls and an almost imperceptible purr confirmed my theory. I heard a soft chuckle as He spoke once again. “You may rise, young Joshua.” I obeyed and looked into the face of the Great Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Lamb who sacrificed Himself, the Son of the Emperor-over-the-sea, Aslan Himself. I gathered up my courage and asked Him the question I was desiring to ask.
“So, this is Your Country, Aslan? This is Heaven?” He chuckled deeply. His joy was infectious.
“You see me as Aslan then?” I nodded, slightly embarrassed. “Curious. Yes, it is, but I am not here to take you further up and further in yet.”
“Why am I here then, my Lord?”
“You are here, young Joshua, for me to explain your mission.” I remained silent. He continued: “For many years, you have dreamed of being able to save many of the people that you have seen and read about in fictional stories. There is a reason: many of them are real. I have chosen you to be one of my agents of change throughout many of these realms and dimensions. The stories will not change, but the truth will.” At this pause, I plucked up my courage and asked a burning question.
“I would ask how this can happen, but I know that You can do anything, my Lord. But why me? I’m not strong. I have no power. I like to learn, but my memory isn’t always the greatest and I get distracted from my tasks easily. Not to mention I’m somehow around twelve years old again.” I started to ramble, but Aslan stared at me with His great big cat eyes, and I stopped so that He could continue.
“It was prophesied long ago, before you were born, that you would be a protector. This is your calling. It is for those very reasons that you gave that you have been chosen. Power is most suited to those who have never had it and will respect it. I am going to grant you the powers and abilities that you will need to serve, protect, and defend the heroes of the realities to which I will send you. I will not tell you now all of the stories that you will be entering, but you will be able to recognise them. I will be able to speak to you whenever you truly need me, or if I need to give you more instructions.” I tried to take in all this information, desperately clinging to every word. It was hard to believe that what I had wished for for so long was actually happening.
“If you accept the mission, you will be sent on to Hogwarts. If not, you will be sent back to King’s Cross with no memory of this.” I could not contain my shock at the information I was given. “There is one major drawback. To attend Hogwarts, you must be a suitable age. This is why you have returned to the age of twelve. However, for this to work, I must lock many of your memories. You will not remember your true age.” I frown. “You will remember facts about your family, your home, and your original time, but parts of your memory will be locked until they are triggered. I will give you time to think it over. I want you to count the cost. You will be separated from what is familiar for a very long time; this is not a decision to be made lightly. I will return soon to hear your decision.” And without a word, He disappeared again in a flash of light.
After trying to regain control of my mouth, I started walking up a nearby hill to contemplate Aslan’s words. It was just so hard to believe! My impulse would have been to say yes, but could I really leave behind my family and friends and everything I know for this? I wondered. At the top of the hill, I saw several rocks arranged in the shape of a table. [The Stone Table!] I thought. But then I saw a man sitting on the table looking out over Narnia. I walked up to him.
“Hello. I’m Joshua. Who are you?” I got the shock of my life when he turned around and I saw my own older face looking back at me, though a little more worn. Other me was wearing similar clothes to mine and was smiling at me, his hands folded in front of him. I could see in his eyes that he was far older than he looked.
“Hello there, Joshua. I think you know who I am though.” He said with a slight British accent. He chuckled and I grinned back.
“So, I’m guessing that you are me if I say yes to Aslan’s mission?” He smirked and patted me on the back.
“Clever as ever, aren’t you? And yes, I am patting myself on the back.” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that. After we calmed down, I looked at my future self.
“Is it worth it?” He looked down and started fiddling with something on his hand, smiling softly.
“Definitely. More than you can know.” I looked closer and saw a wedding ring. Will I meet my wife this way? I thought. My heart began pounding excitedly.
“So, are you going to tell me about her?” I nudged him hopefully. He looked at me and then turned away again.
“No. I don’t think I will.”
“I understood that reference!” I said brightly and started laughing. He broke down into laughter too. He then took his hands and put them on my shoulders.
“But seriously. When you find her. Don’t let her go. Not for anything. Promise me.” I looked into my own dark brown eyes.
“I promise.” I said solemnly. “I think I’ve made my decision.” He grinned and let go.
“Then I guess you’ll see you on the other side. Godspeed!” He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a puff of sky-blue smoke and lights. My eyes widened. [Will that be one of my powers?] I made my way back down the hill to see Aslan waiting for me at the bottom. When I got there, Aslan turned around at looked at me expectantly. I immediately knelt before Him.
“I am Your servant, my Lord. Let it be to me according to Your word.” I felt Him put His paw on my right shoulder, then my left.
“Rise. Sir Joshua, Protector of Worlds. Your mission shall begin immediately.” He breathed on me, and I felt heat on the left side of my chest and on the top of my right hand. I looked to see the mark of a lion glowing on my hand that changed to cross, then to a tree, then to a triskelion, and finally to a dragon before fading away. “These marks I have given you are the symbols of My protection. The symbols change in different worlds. You may occasionally meet other agents of Mine and they carry the same marks. They are only visible to My agents and any others that they deem worthy to see them. Beware, however, you only have My protection when you are following My mission. Should you choose to leave the path permanently, and the temptation to do so will be very great, My protection shall cease and you will be returned to your timeline with no memory of your time as My agent.”
“I understand, my Lord.” I responded. “I will stay on Your path, no matter the consequence.”
“Good.”
“I have a question, though.” He nodded His great head for me to continue.
“My family. What about them? They’ll be worried that I'm gone.”
“They will not notice your absence because to them you will not be. Once this mission is complete, you will return to your timeline, but unlike the other ways, you will retain the knowledge gained, the items discovered, the powers gifted, and the relationships forged. You will always have an anchor in the time and place you left your original timeline. Just as the Pevensie children returned to your world at the time they left, so will you.” I sighed in relief. I didn’t know what my family would do if I suddenly disappeared without a trace. “But this is not without cost. In any other timeline, you will effectively be immortal unless you choose to make it your home, the same goes for the girl to whom you will bind yourself. As a gift, she will be given the same abilities and choices as you.” I nodded my head in thanks and understanding.
“So, my first mission will be in the Wizarding World? I travelled to another dimension, didn’t I? That’s why I couldn’t go back through the barrier?"
“That is mostly correct. But what you do not know is that the Wizarding World is very real. It is not an alternate reality or another dimension. You have a connection to it that you will discover soon. You have always had magic. You will be attending Hogwarts as you should have from the beginning if your magic were not suppressed as an infant so that you will be properly trained. Holding Miss Granger’s wand is what released the magic built up in your blood over several generations. I will make your name be in the records, and no one will ever know that you are from another time unless you tell them. I will also provide you with the supplies you need for the school year. You must also practice in secret the other abilities that I grant you.” I quickly began taking mental notes of what Aslan said so that I would remember it. “Are you ready?” I stood at attention and saluted.
“Yes, my Master. What about a wand?”
“You will find your wand soon enough.”
“But when is that?”
“You know the answer to that, Joshua.”
“Right. You call all times soon.”
“Indeed. Farewell, Protector of Worlds. We will meet again soon in the place where you can find all that you need.” Aslan opened His mouth and gave a mighty roar. A bright light erupted from me and flashed again, causing me to close my eyes. I fell back into the darkness.
Intriguing! I read a what if about this once, except that Petunia was a witch and Lily was not. Somehow, Petunia married a wizarding version of Vernon who was just as arrogant, stuck up, and rude.
This is in poor taste. Disappointing.
All right, thanks everyone!
It’s basically magical chemistry. That’s why Snape is such a bad teacher. He just teaches HOW to make a potion, not WHY those ingredients combined in a specific way makes a potion.
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Thanks for the encouragement everyone! Also, I will be handing out house points to people who identify the references that I make in my story! So, comment if you spot them!
I forgot to mention that this is going to be based on the books, not the movies, so the characters might be slightly different to how Emma, Daniel, Rupert, etc., portrayed them.
@Yadav31 I won’t. But I’m thinking of asking a friend to post it on theirs. So we’ll see.
Btw, Ravenclaw for me.
This is without looking at the previous comments:
Sybil Trelawney
Gilderoy Lockhart
Delores Umbridge
Severus Snape
Remus Lupin
Rolanda Hooch
Also, happy birthday, Lily!
@Second British Hong Kong Ball I feel personally insulted that my birthday is dedicated to even mentioning she-who-must-not-be-named.
I’m assuming this means if you were magical.
Yes, because I either would have been in America. Although maybe not because Riddle could have sought me out due to my family connections.
Start of Something New – The Wizarding World Part 1
Prologue
The Protector of Reality approaches. His Consort rises to meet him. The heir of the past, the son of tomorrow, the descendant of wisdom and darkness will ensure the fates of many and reveal the hearts of all. The reckoning is coming.
To understand what I’m about to tell you, you need to do something first. You need to believe in the impossible. Can you do that? Good. My name is Joshua Cirrus, or at least, that's what I go by nowadays. However, most people know me by another name, TheRealmShifter. I am the guardian of all the multiverses that you know. I have the power to travel between dimensions. How did I get here? Well, first I need to explain something.
Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It is a prism of endless possibilities where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds to the ones you already know. I am the Protector – the guardian of these vast unique realities. This is my story.
Joshua Cirrus and the Stone of the Philosopher
Chapter 1 – Journey to the Past
Joshua’s POV
A small family of four walked through King’s Cross Station in London, watching the trains, and occasionally going into the numerous shops that line some of the platforms. Finally, they arrived at Platforms 9 and 10. They passed by the Harry Potter shop without much thought, except for one, a young man with dark brown hair and light skin. For some reason, he felt drawn to the barrier between the platforms.
Stop. That’s me. Joshua Cirrus. Just a normal guy with a normal life. I never really cared much for the Harry Potter books. I never saw the movies, so I only knew enough to learn the major plot points. I had planned on possibly getting the books from my local library and trying them out when I went back to college, but I was more interested in the concept of the houses. I had taken the Pottermore/Wizarding World House quiz several times to be sure. Approximately 80% of the time, I was put in Ravenclaw, with the other 20% being divided between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. On the other hand, I still loved many stories that involved magic, most prominently The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lord of the Rings, and the Legends of King Arthur and Merlin. Anyway, back to the story.
I was drawn to the barrier, through which, in the story, lay Platform 9¾, where the Hogwarts Express sat, ready to take children to the famous boarding school. I checked my watch and saw that it was 10:20, pretty close to 11:00. I felt that pull towards the barrier again. Almost imperceptibly, even to myself, my feet started to walk towards the barrier. Soon, I neared it and felt like I had to lean against the wall. It was like some, dare I say, magical force was pulling me towards it, like a voice in my head was telling me, “Go.” I went to lean against the wall . . .
. . . and fell straight through.
I landed on the ground roughly, landing on my side. My glasses flew off to the side, the crack in the right lens lengthening. I got up, dusted myself off, and picked up my glasses. I tried my best to clean them off, but there was little that I could do. I was busy thinking to myself of how someone must have gotten a license to have a fake wall there. Maybe they were planning some sort of “Hogwarts Experience” at King's Cross that day. But as I got my bearings, I saw something impossible, something extraordinary – a Hogwarts Express. There were families saying goodbye to their kids, who were getting on the train. Owls, real ones, flew around over my head, hooting happily as though they were having one last fly before going back in their cages.
Then I saw something that truly rocked my world. A newspaper was sitting on a bench nearby. I picked it up and involuntarily gasp as I read the title, The Daily Prophet, and the date, September 1, 1991. Things were getting more unbelievable by the second. [They really went all out on this.] I thought to myself. [I should go get my family and show them.] I turned to go back through what I assumed was a holographic barrier. It wasn’t. I grunted in pain as I walked into the wall. People looked at me like I was crazy before resuming their business. I backed up to catch my breath and saw a young-ish man in robes and a purple turban muttering to himself walk through the barrier and into a compartment close to the back of the train, so I knew I was at the right spot. This time, I reached out my hand like I did before and hit solid rock. There wasn’t a hologram. I backed up and started to pace, reasoning out different explanations in my mind, or attempting to anyway.
Nothing.
[My family is probably far ahead of me now, and I’m trapped here in this– this– fake platform. Maybe I’m dreaming. Yes. That must be it. Well, I guess all I can do is get on the train and ride out this dream, or nightmare, I can’t figure out which. The most realistic (and painful) dream I’ve ever had.]
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I got on the train and found an empty compartment, which was fairly easy considering the train wasn’t supposed to leave for a half hour. I yawned and I decided to try to take a nap. [A nap!] I thought bitterly. [A nap when I’m dreaming. That makes a lot of sense!] Nonetheless, I lay down on my seat and closed my eyes.
After what felt like a few minutes, I heard a slight banging sound and woke up. I turned my head to see the back of a young girl, probably 11 or 12, taking out a book before putting up her trunk. She had bushy brown hair. I subconsciously read the title of the book. Hogwarts: A History. Perhaps she works for the company putting on this charade. I thought. I decided to ask.
“Hello, miss.” She shrieked for a moment before turning around. She had some of the brownest eyes that I had ever seen, which was saying something because a lot of my relatives have brown eyes. But then I realised something. My voice was higher than I remembered. I looked down at myself and saw that I looked younger, like the kids on the platform. I looked at my reflection in the door. What I saw was not what I saw when I looked in the mirror that morning. Instead, a younger version of myself was looking back at me. I started getting scared.
“Oh. Hello! I’m sorry, I didn’t see anyone in here when I came in. I was trying to find an empty compartment to study in.” She spoke with precision and confidence, but I noticed a hint of apprehension, as though she was afraid of what I thought. I couldn’t really think of that right then though. I barely managed to get out my answer.
“Study? For what?” Confusion settled on her face.
“School?”
“What school?” I asked.
“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” she said slowly.
“Hogwarts. You mean, it’s real?” I said incredulously.
“Of course, it’s real. That’s where this train goes.”
“Um.” I said shakily, my anxiety rising still higher. “What year is it?”
“1991.”
[No, no, no, no!] My mind said. [This can't be happening!] I had never had a panic attack before, but I imagine that that is what it feels like. I started breathing heavily. My senses sharpened, but my reason dulled. My thoughts started coming out of my mouth, my volume increasing with each word. “It can't be. It can't be. I can’t be back in the past. This shouldn’t be possible Magic is real? What about my family? How do I get back? Can I get back? God, what is happening?!” I shouted to the sky. I put my head on my knees. My breathing slowed down. Tears started to come to my eyes. I realised that I probably just scared that girl out of her wits. The tears fell. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the girl’s face, full of compassion with an underlying hint of curiosity. She stared into my dark brown eyes that probably looked black from all the emotions I was feeling.
“It’s ok. You’re going to be fine. Take a deep breath.” She said calmingly. I did as she said, remembering something from a movie my sister liked to watch. Blue skies in, grey skies out. I gradually calmed down and wiped my eyes.
“Sorry about that, miss–”
“Granger. Hermione Granger.” My eyes widened for a second. That confirmed it. Harry Potter is real, the Wizarding World is real, and I am back in the past, in a younger body to boot.
“Joshua Cirrus.” I said, gesturing to myself. “Again, I’m sorry. I usually am in much more control of my emotions. I’ve never had an outburst like that before.” Hermione pulled back and settled back on her side of the compartment.
“It’s all right.” She responded gently. “So, what’s wrong, Cirrus?” I took another deep breath.
“Well, this is going to sound insane, but I’m not from here. I’m from the United States in . . . 2021.” Hermione’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “This morning, or rather 30 years from this morning my family and I were visiting King’s Cross, and when I passed Platforms 9 and 10, I felt drawn to the barrier in between them. I fell through the barrier and became trapped here. That’s how my glasses got messed up. At first, I thought it was just an elaborate marketing scheme for a series of books in my time about a wizard named Harry Potter. But then, different things started proving me wrong. The date on The Daily Prophet and the Hogwarts Express itself showed me that all of this is real.”
“This is crazy! Time travel is real?!” Hermione exclaimed. I could tell that all sorts of questions and scenarios were running through her head.
“I can’t believe it either. I wonder if J.K. Rowling, that’s the author of the Harry Potter books, knew anything about this and based her stories on real events.” I thought out loud.
“Well, there is, or at least was, a boy named Harry Potter. He defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named around ten years ago. Nobody knows for sure what happened to him, but I think he’s alive though.”
“Well, if what the books say is correct, Harry should be getting on this very train very soon.” We looked for a moment at the increasing number of kids passing by in the corridor looking for their friends or for an empty compartment. One of them was carrying a large toad that seemed restless. Then I noticed the growing crack in my glasses. [I wish I could do magic, then I could fix my glasses.] I thought to myself.
“I can fix them for you," Hermione piped up.
“Huh?”
“I can fix your glasses, Cirrus,” she repeated.
“Oh. Did I say that out loud?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered. I awkwardly chuckled and scratched my head.
“Well, I guess, if you want. I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“It’s no bother! I want to get in as much practice as possible.” She pointed her wand at my glasses. “Oculus Reparo!” she enunciated clearly. I could see the crack vanish and the smudges disappear in front of my eyes.
“Wow! That is so cool!” I exclaimed. I took off my glasses and examined them. “They’re in even better condition than when I bought them! Thank you, Miss Granger!” She beamed back at me. Then she looked as though she wanted to ask a question.
“So, you said that you can’t do magic.” I nod. “But then how did you get through the barrier? I read that only people who have magic or knowledge of it can get through, and you, as far as you know didn’t have either.”
“I really don’t know.” I shrugged. “Maybe there’s some magic in my ancestry? I’ve never used any accidental magic to my knowledge, and I’ve never held a wand, so…”
“Maybe you can try holding my wand. Usually, ‘the wand chooses the witch or wizard,’ as Mr Ollivander the wandmaker says, but people can still use wands other than their own. A simple spell to try is Lumos. It conjures a ball of light.” Hermione held out her wand, the handle pointed towards me. I started to refuse, but something about the wand pulled me in the same way the barrier did. Without thinking, I took the wand. All of the sudden, something truly incredible happened.
I grasped the wand. Immediately, the tip of the wand released a bright blue sphere of light that illuminated everything in the cabin. The light then moved toward me and entered my chest. I smiled with glee as I realised what this meant, but suddenly, I started to float up in the air and glow the same bright blue. I instantly felt pain all over my body as though something was trying to break out of me. I shut my eyes in pain as I faintly heard Hermione start shouting for me and for help. I felt my hand involuntarily shoot out towards the door casting some sort of spell. The compartment darkened as the windows and doors were magically sealed. Suddenly, my whole body flashed in rapid succession. If Hermione was still speaking, I couldn’t hear her. I fell to the ground in darkness.