Food to the Rescue! (Ryan&Harper)

[potter]

Well that went better than Harry expected. The first meet with the two who would eventually make the kid Harry despised, Draco Malfoy. It ended with one of the 'exchange school's' students in a rage against who Harry was sure was Narcissa Malfoy. Another kid, Ryan, who Harry had just met, and only knew his name because Harry remembered hearing it before, was pulling the two of them to the kitchen. Harry was confused why, but didn't complain, he liked getting food from their, plus, he might make a new friend or two. Harper was another lion like he was, and it seemed that she was the only Gryffindor so far, but of course he hadn't run into his father, or the other marauders. When he met Pettigrew, someone might have to restrain him from beating the traitor to a pulp.

Harry grinned as they stopped outside of the kitchen portrait and walked up to the pear and tickled it, opening the door. Harry looked back at the other two. Harper was probably still really angry at Narcissa's tea throwing exercise. All Harry could think was, like mother like son. Draco had been extremely mean, rude, and just evil towards him and his friends, because he was a 'blood traitor', and there goes his mother throwing tea into the face of someone, just because of a tiny argument. Really, Harry had no clue what the heck they were fighting about, because he just didn't get it. Something about boyish clothes or something? Either way it showed how well Harry listened when he wasn't ready, or completely unaware.

Harry walked in after ushering the two in, and looked around at the kitchen. Peering around he didn't really want to snitch some of the food at the moment. The apocalypse was coming! Wait, that wasn't happening until 1988 apparently... Harry looked around at the two who had come with him and smiled.

"So... what is up with you two, well you know besides the Narcissa Tea thing?" Harry asked grinning. Both of these two were supposed to be from his time, and he believed them since was sure he saw them in the halls before the weird spell thing brought them to this time frame.

[ryanharris]

Ryan pulled Harper and the infamous Harry Potter down the staircases towards the dungeons. He walked as quickly as he could, preferring not to get caught. He really needed to find out what the hell was going on with this time travelling thing, and if anyone knew he figured it would be Harry. He kind of had it figured that You-Know-Who had his hand in it somehow. Since Harry was the expert on that, he figured he would ask him.

When he got down to the Kitchens portrait, Harry tickled the peach and they all entered. Ryan leaned up against a counter and sat and looked at the two, waiting for one to say something. Finally, Harry broke the silence.

He listened to what he had to say, and frowned. Did't he realize that that was othing compared to what was going on here?

"Not that it matters, but nothing really. Trying to make sense of all of this. Which leads me to my question." He swallowed. "Do you know anything about this? Because I sure as hell don't."

He looked at Harper, who had not said a word yet. He looked around for a drink, and, having found nothing he wanted, turned to the bag he had been carrying and pulling out a bottle of Firewhiskey. He took one large drink and sank to the floor, ready to hear the others speak.

[harper]

That was it. Harper was going to kill someone. She didn't give a damn that killing Narcissa Black might end up destroying something in the future - she just didn't care. Nobody had ever done such a thing to her, over something so stupid, and never had she met anyone so stuck-up or arrogant or several other words that will not be repeated in anyplace civil. The entire front of her green shirt was soaked in tea, and the fact that it had been hot meant that there were blisters forming on her stomach and she felt burnt all over. Walking with Ryan and Harry down to the kitchens was not doing her any good, especially with her seething mind and her burning midsection.

"I swear, I'm going to kill that witch," Harper snapped the second the door was shut behind them in the kitchens. She yanked her wand out of her back pocket and muttered a spell that took the stain out of her shirt, and then waved it towards her own midsection in an attempt to relieve some of the pain. It worked... somewhat, considering as Harper wasn't the best with little charms like this one. "If we have to stay here much longer I'm going to make her regret ever being born. It is so on." She almost sounded like a dog growling as she ran her hands through her hair and rounded on the two boys that had come down here with her. Honestly, Harper hadn't any clue as to why Ryan had pulled them away from that common room, but as she listened to Ryan talk, she realized what this meeting was.

They were going to try and talk about what the deal was with the whole time-change ordeal. Well, Harper was fairly content with staying in this time period if it meant she got to strangle Narcissa at one point or another. "Why would any of us know a thing about how the hell we ended up here?" she demanded, keeping a jealous eye on Ryan's bottle of firewhiskey. What she wouldn't give for a bit of alcohol right now.

"All I know is that we're stuck here until we can find a way back, if there is a way back. And from what I can tell, nobody, not even Professor Dumbledore, is really concerned with that right now. Basically, we're screwed." Harper tugged at one of her strands of hair, beginning to realize just how much they could be in trouble. How much their home could be in trouble, how much of a problem this was going to turn out to be. They were about to be thrust into the middle of another war, a war that had happened before any of them were born, and there was nothing they could do in the foreseeable future (no pun intended) that would get them home.

[potter]

It was a good question. Harry really hadn't seen any else from his time until these two showed up on the fourth floor. He hadn't given too much thought to getting back, but he knew they had to. If they didn't go back to the time they left, then Voldemort could have taken over and the war lost, and Harry didn't want that. When he thought of those who didn't come, or hadn't yet been found, he thkought there might be an uproar, at least in Gryffindor. Big fights could take place, and with some of the teachers gone, class might be hard to manage. He looked over at Ryan, and then at Harper, whom Harry could tell was extremely mad.

"Please don't," Harry said to Harper, "I don't want to change anything in another's life." If Harper hurt Narcissa something might change in Draco, or Harper could get seriously hurt by Lucius, who seemed extremely protective over Narcissa.


"Dumbledore knows what he is doing. Even if it doesn't look like he is worried, he is," Harry replied thinking back to the year before when Dumbledore wouldn't even look him in the eye. Dumbledore seemed to not care that Harry was in need of information, or anything, but he was, and when the link wasn't going to be explored by Voldemort to get the information he gave Harry it, such as the prophecy, and the lessons this year, which seemed he wouldn't be taking.

"Personally, I have no clue, and I don't think Dumbledore knows for sure. Probably has a good guess though," Harry replied. When it came to Dumbledore guessing, Harry was sure he was a great guesser, unlike Harry was. Perhaps there was some kind of time turner malfunction, or some person who wanted to mess with them and sent them back in time just for fun. Hopefully there was a way out of this.

[ryanharris]

Ryan looked at the two, positively confused now. He had at least figured that the Dumbledore from now and the Dumbledore from the '90s knew what was going on. Why on earth were they here?

He looked over at Harper, who was fidgiting, and kept eyeing the bottle in his hand. He took a drink and handed it to her, ready to get deep in on this conversation. He looked at Harry, who didn't seem to know anymore than anybody else did. Harper was too pissed to care. And he was a nervous wreck, mostly because of his first ever date coming up at this Halloween Masquerade. He looked back over at Harry.

"Harry, do you think You-Know-Who has anything to do with it? Like, what if he's thinking like the ministry did last year, and thinks that Dumbledore is building an army out of the school, and decided to send us all away of get rid of us?" He suddenly had a thought. "Was the ministry right last year, Harry? Is Dumbledore making an army out of us?"

He shuddered at the fact that he may have been used for six years, and had never thought of the fact that that might have been what Dumbledore had been doing all along. He could hardly blame him.

[potter]

Harry thought about it for a second. He knew Dumbledore wasn't creating an army, that was absurd, but maybe Voldemort had something to do with it. Dumbledore made it clear people had their own will to choose whatever side they wanted if they wanted, which is why Draco was still there. Harry would've expelled him as soon as he thought he was a Death Eater, and called him into his office to reveal the mark. Draco still had the mission and could try to carry it out here, but what was it?

"No, not at all Ryan," Harry replied, "Dumbledore's just the headmaster, he isn't planning on building an army out of us, at least not those who don't want to fight or join him. But Voldemort could be behind this, though I think if he could send me back in time, he could send himself and he would kill me as a little kid." Harry made sure to add the phrase 'at least not those who don't want to fight or join him, because technically the Order of the Phoenix could be viewed as an army, but then again only those who wanted to join could, and they had to be of age. The only thing close to an Army for Dumbledore was the DA which was started by him.

Yeah Harry was confused, and scared, but chose not to show it, since he was suppose to be the brave one, and somewhat like a leader, almost. Harry knew he couldn't freak out, or anything because freaking out wouldn't help them get back. He wasn't just going to settle and do nothing while he could be trying to get back to his own time, or maybe even universe.

[harper]

Yeah, Harper was going to have to head to the Hospital Wing after this. She couldn't think of any spell that she could use that would help the blisters now on her stomach that were beginning to get pretty painful. Effing Narcissa Black, that arrogant little... Ugh. She tucked her wand away in her back pocket and ran a hand through her long dark hair, thankful that at least the tea hadn't gotten her hair wet. "What's the worse that could happen? Little Malfoy doesn't get born? And really, what kind of a loss would that be, anyway?" Harper rolled her eyes, though she was beginning to calm down a little... but she was still pretty dang ticked off, that was for sure.

When Ryan handed her the bottle of firewhiskey, Harper brightened considerably and gave the Ravenclaw one of her award winning smiles. She took a swig of the alcohol and swallowed it, relishing in the burn as it went down her throat and made her stomach all warm and fuzzy. She wasn't an alcoholic by any means, but the occasional drink of firewhiskey was always something that could lift her spirits. She took another swig before handing the bottle back, looking completely satisfied. "Thanks there, partner," she said, sincere thankfulness in her tone.

She watched the two boys as they discussed what possibly could be going on here, and she rolled her eyes again. "Seriously, if Dumbledore knew what he was doing, we would totally be home by now. And let's be honest. What could we possibly learn by being here? Other than the Death Eater wannabes are just as much prudes now as they are back in our time." The Gryffindor scratched her head and plopped down on the floor, wincing as the sudden movement made the burning sensation on her abdomen multiply by tenfold. Yeah, the Hospital Wing was going to be needed after this conversation, but she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from letting any noise indicating she was in pain escape from her. "Look, if You-Know-Who's, behind this, he's an idiot. Sending us back in time isn't going to do anything, not if Professor Dumbledore can figure out a way to send us back. As long as we're here, we'd better enjoy it. And punch a few Slytherins who annoy us." Namely someone in the Black family who's name started in an Nar and ended with a Cissa.