I don\'t think we\'re on Krynn anymore, Toto.
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Adult +
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Chapter One
I do not own Dragonlance or Harry Potter.
There are no warnings for this chapter. I mean, geeze, it's barely PG.
"speech"
"˜thoughts'
******Scene change
Chapter One
Sirius was romping across the Hogwarts grounds in his dog form, thoroughly enjoying the beginning of the winter season. Snow covered the ground and continued to fall. One particularly big snowflake caught his attention and he jumped into the air to eat it when someone apparated a few feet away.
Understandably surprised he froze in mid air and landed with a yelp. Sirius got up and slowly crept closer to the man. He sniffed once and sneezed. The man was carrying a variety of potion ingredients for some reason. He put one paw on the man's shoulder and gave a slight push. The stranger did not move.
"˜Guess he has passed out,' Sirius thought. "˜I should get Madam Pomphrey(Sp)"¦' he glanced down at the hollow cheeks and skeletal hands. This man looked worse than he did after getting out of Azkaban. "˜"¦and get the house elves to make him a decent meal.' With that he trotted off to Dumbledore's office.
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Raistlin woke to the sound of someone humming. He opened one eye to see who it was and immediately sat up.
"Fizban?!"
The old man cocked his head to one side and smiled kindly.
"Is that my name? I could have sworn it was Albus. Yes, yes. Albus Dumbledore. Would you care for a Lemon Drop? They are quite good," said the Headmaster.
Raistlin just closed his eyes. "This is a dream. Dalamar must have botched up my spell ingredients again and this is all a dream"¦"he opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore eating a squirming frog. ""¦no, a nightmare."
"Well," said the man who called himself Albus Dumbledore," If this is a nightmare it can't really hurt you. So there is no reason why you can not go along with it now is there?"
The young mage glared at the old man. "Where an I? How did I get here?"
Dumbledore sighed and his face turned serious. "You are at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. You were brought here to our hospital wing when you apparated here in a state of unconsciousness. Now, we have wards and magical barriers to keep people from using an apparition spell to get onto these grounds. It appears that there is some sort of flaw that we do not know of."
"I have no idea why or how I ended up here though I suspect a spell must have backfired," Raistlin thought for a moment. "Does the conclave know about this school; I've never of it."
The Headmaster had a confused look plastered on his face. "I've never heard of it the Conclave. What is it? Certainly not Muggle."
Raistlin was about to ask how a wizard could not know of the Conclave of Wizards when he finally noticed his surroundings. The cot he was laying on was impossible soft and he had a feeling that if he looked, the mattress would be supported by something other than rope. The cot itself was made of metal, not wood. The floor was tile instead of stone and the windows were a single pane of glass. Finally, the blue and green robes of the wizard before him greatly reminded him of his entertainer's outfit he had worn on one of the journeys with his twin brother.
"This is not Krynn, is it?" he asked with a defeated sigh.
TBC
Sorry again. Barely over a page this time. But at least it was longer than the prologue!
There are no warnings for this chapter. I mean, geeze, it's barely PG.
"speech"
"˜thoughts'
******Scene change
Chapter One
Sirius was romping across the Hogwarts grounds in his dog form, thoroughly enjoying the beginning of the winter season. Snow covered the ground and continued to fall. One particularly big snowflake caught his attention and he jumped into the air to eat it when someone apparated a few feet away.
Understandably surprised he froze in mid air and landed with a yelp. Sirius got up and slowly crept closer to the man. He sniffed once and sneezed. The man was carrying a variety of potion ingredients for some reason. He put one paw on the man's shoulder and gave a slight push. The stranger did not move.
"˜Guess he has passed out,' Sirius thought. "˜I should get Madam Pomphrey(Sp)"¦' he glanced down at the hollow cheeks and skeletal hands. This man looked worse than he did after getting out of Azkaban. "˜"¦and get the house elves to make him a decent meal.' With that he trotted off to Dumbledore's office.
******
Raistlin woke to the sound of someone humming. He opened one eye to see who it was and immediately sat up.
"Fizban?!"
The old man cocked his head to one side and smiled kindly.
"Is that my name? I could have sworn it was Albus. Yes, yes. Albus Dumbledore. Would you care for a Lemon Drop? They are quite good," said the Headmaster.
Raistlin just closed his eyes. "This is a dream. Dalamar must have botched up my spell ingredients again and this is all a dream"¦"he opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore eating a squirming frog. ""¦no, a nightmare."
"Well," said the man who called himself Albus Dumbledore," If this is a nightmare it can't really hurt you. So there is no reason why you can not go along with it now is there?"
The young mage glared at the old man. "Where an I? How did I get here?"
Dumbledore sighed and his face turned serious. "You are at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. You were brought here to our hospital wing when you apparated here in a state of unconsciousness. Now, we have wards and magical barriers to keep people from using an apparition spell to get onto these grounds. It appears that there is some sort of flaw that we do not know of."
"I have no idea why or how I ended up here though I suspect a spell must have backfired," Raistlin thought for a moment. "Does the conclave know about this school; I've never of it."
The Headmaster had a confused look plastered on his face. "I've never heard of it the Conclave. What is it? Certainly not Muggle."
Raistlin was about to ask how a wizard could not know of the Conclave of Wizards when he finally noticed his surroundings. The cot he was laying on was impossible soft and he had a feeling that if he looked, the mattress would be supported by something other than rope. The cot itself was made of metal, not wood. The floor was tile instead of stone and the windows were a single pane of glass. Finally, the blue and green robes of the wizard before him greatly reminded him of his entertainer's outfit he had worn on one of the journeys with his twin brother.
"This is not Krynn, is it?" he asked with a defeated sigh.
TBC
Sorry again. Barely over a page this time. But at least it was longer than the prologue!