Malcolm In The Middle of Hogwarts
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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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6
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Firewhiskey
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Not even Reese L
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CHAPTER TWO: Firewhiskey
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Hermione thundered out of Professor McGonagall’s office. She couldn’t believe Malfoy had gotten out of doing his prefect rounds AGAIN. The last time it had been a ‘family emergency’. The time before he had a headache. Tonight he was complaining of excruciating stomach cramps, allegedly from eating some Muggle candy ‘given’ to him by a first year. McGonagall insisted that he spend the night in the hospital wing. Hermione could at least take some satisfaction from the fact that he wouldn’t be out enjoying himself.
She decided to walk off her anger and paced around each level of the entire castle. She was about halfway to the top when she decided to just head up to the Room of Requirement and hide out there for the rest of her shift.
“Why not? I’m not even supposed to be doing this.” She muttered to herself, justifying her actions.
She made it to the seventh floor and was almost at the blank wall that concealed the Room of Requirement when she heard muffled yelling coming from somewhere. She stalked up the hallway to the only classroom on that side of the floor but found it void of life. Shrugging the left the empty room and realised that the noise was coming from back the way she came.
Arriving back at the blank wall, she started pacing, thinking,
‘I need somewhere to hide’
‘I need somewhere to hide’
‘I need some-‘
She stopped abruptly. She could still hear the yelling and had just realised where it was coming from. Inside the Room of Requirement. Hermione pressed her ear up against the wall, as one might listen at a keyhole, and realised that the voices weren’t yelling in anger, but panic.
“Merlin, someone’s trapped in there.” She stood, wringing her hands and hopping from one foot to the other as she tried to decide what to do. Subconsciously, she started pacing again, thinking.
‘I need to find whoever is in there’
‘I need to find whoever is in there’
‘I need to find whoever is in there’
She heard a pop and a door had appeared in the otherwise blank wall. She shrugged.
“Well that was easy.”
Cautiously she opened the door, in case whoever was in there was frightened by sudden movements. When nothing happened she pushed the door wider and peered around it. She was staring into one of the dirtiest rooms she had seen in her life, including the Weasely twins bedroom. It wasn’t just the thick layer of dust that covered everything, it was the unimaginable clutter that filled the room. Broken frisbees, forbidden books, and just general crap littered the floor, the shelves, the cupboards and basically everywhere it had been tossed.
Hermione picked a path through the rubble that lead her closer to the voices. Pausing, she hid behind a large bookshelf and listened. From her position she could hear everything clearly.
“Look Reece if you hadn’t had insisted we push on we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Don’t blame it all on me, you’re the one who said ‘Get in the wardrobe’.” A second voice answered.
“Well where else could we have hidden? Mum would have killed us.”
“You shouldn’t have lit those fireworks behind Dewey!”
“YOU lit the fireworks!” Hermione heard the second voice laughing.
“Oh yeah.”
Hermione listened carefully, trying to work out if she knew the voices or recognised any of the names. Something wasn’t right. She had a sinking feeling that these people were not Hogwarts students. The American accents gave it away, for one. They sounded like boys though, not men like Death Eaters would be. She decided to step in. She was a prefect after all. She stepped out from behind the bookshelf and took in the scene with wide eyes.
Two boys, about her age, were standing a few feet apart having a shouting match. A third younger one was slumped against an old wardrobe, unconscious. She walked towards the two boys with her hands on her hips and a bossy look adorning her face.
When they didn’t notice her standing there she gave a loud false cough. Their heads snapped in her direction and they screamed then clung to each other. Hermione raised her eyebrows at them. They looked at one other and abruptly let go. It was only now that Hermione realised they were both significantly taller than her.
“What are you doing here?” The shorter one asked her.
“I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing in this room?”
“Wait, this is a room? You mean there’s a way out?”
“Of course there’s a way out. Who are you?”
“My name’s Malcolm. This is my brother Reese.”
“My name is Hermione.” She looked at them curiously. “Where are you from?”
“America.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Oh dear. You’d better come with me.”
The boys shrugged and followed her. They were almost at the door when she turned around and asked “Shouldn’t you get your little brother?”
Malcolm and Reese ran back to the wardrobe and collected Dewey. They carried him back to the doorway where Hermione was waiting, holding the door open. They stepped into a long hallway covered in portraits. Malcolm swore he saw one of them move. He tried not to think about it and concentrated on staring at the ground. Reese however was laughing gleefully at the portraits. Malcolm sped up to walk next to Hermione and tried to start a conversation. He needed to know where they were and how they could get back home.
“So. Where are we?” Hermione stared incredulously.
“Don’t act like you don’t know. I’m not telling you anything until we get to McGonagall’s office.” Malcolm stopped walking, shocked. His standstill went unnoticed by Reese, who, still watching the portraits, ploughed right into Malcolm and consequently squashed Dewey. The three boys landed on the floor and it looked like another shouting match was going to ensue between the two oldest boys, but Hermione roused on them.
“Look I’m not a babysitter! Just behave yourselves. Now follow me. Quietly.”
They picked up Dewey again and followed her in silence, not daring to look at each other for fear of cracking up laughing. They had no idea where they were but perhaps this McGonagall could help them.
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Malcolm tried to keep track of the numerous hallways and doors that Hermione led them through but found it impossible. Eventually he gave up and instead focused his attentions on not dropping Dewey. Hermione brought them to a halt in front of a closed door. She rapped sharply on it with her knuckles. Slightly muffled by the heavy oak door he heard the voice of a woman answer.
“Come in.”
Hermione motioned that the boys should stay where they are and poked her head around the corner.
“Excuse me Professor, sorry to disturb you.”
“That’s alright Miss. Granger I was going to retire to bed shortly. What’s the problem?” Hermione gulped before answering.
“There’s a bit of a problem I’m afraid. Well more than a bit. A catastrophe.”
“Whatever do you mean?” The older woman sounded worried now. Hermione pushed the door open, revealing Malcolm and Reese holding Dewey like he was a hog on a spit. “Oh dear. Bring them in.”
Malcolm strode into the room, trying to muster as much confidence into his appearance as humanly possible. His airs crumpled at the stern look upon the womans face.
“Please, have a seat.”
“Who are you?” Malcolm asked.
“Excuse me young man I’ll be asking the questions here. Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Malcolm. And for your information I have no idea where the hell I am!! What is this place?”
It was during this tirade that Professor McGonagall realised that the boy was not from England. In fact he couldn’t have been from Europe. Not with an accent like that. She raised one eyebrow questioningly at him,
“Where are you from?”
“America.” McGonagall’s eyes widened. Malcolm felt hot liquid bubbling up inside him. “Now why don’t you tell me something?! Where are we?”
“You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of course.”
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“Pull the other one.” Malcolm was stunned. If he wasn’t mistaken, this severe looking woman with her hair so tight it looked like her eyes would pop out, had just said “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. Hermione, who had been watching Reese out of the corner of her eye with interest, snapped to attention at this.
“Professor, I think they’re telling the truth.”
“Be that as it may Miss Granger, This matter is out of my hands. This is an affair for Professor Dumbledore to consider.”
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Reese hummed to himself as he followed the cranky witch and the bossy girl through the seemingly endless hallways of what he had decided had to be a castle. It made sense: a school for witches and wizards would be in a castle. That and the sheer size of the place meant it couldn’t be anything smaller.
Unlike Malcolm, Reese didn’t have any trouble in accepting that this was a school for witchcraft. It made sense: the internal size of the wardrobe, the weird robes, the moving portraits… the list was endless. Besides: imagine how much mischief could be caused in a place of magic.
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Finally McGonagall brought them to a stop in front of a large door, larger than her own office door, situated behind two large stone gargoyles. Malcolm jumped a foot when one of the gargoyles spoke.
“Password?” It enquired politely.
“Firewhiskey.” McGonagall replied without hesitation. Hermione attempted to cover her amusement. Reese didn’t get the joke, but Reese never got mamy jokes anyway. Hermione’s failure at covering up her giggles earned her a disapproving glare from the Professor.
“Follow me.” The professor instructed, and Hermione, Reese and Malcolm, still carrying Dewey strung between them, stepped onto a spiral staircase that began to twist high into the ceiling. Just as Reese was beginning to feel dizzy the moving staircase came to an abrupt stop at a landing. The door had a large handle with a brass griffin-shaped knocker in the centre. McGonagall reached for the knocker but the door swung open before she touched it. As though they were expected.
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A/N: Well how was that? This story is really starting to take shape in my head but I don’t know if its worth continuing to post if no one likes it. So please review and rate!! Thanks heaps xxx
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CHAPTER TWO: Firewhiskey
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Hermione thundered out of Professor McGonagall’s office. She couldn’t believe Malfoy had gotten out of doing his prefect rounds AGAIN. The last time it had been a ‘family emergency’. The time before he had a headache. Tonight he was complaining of excruciating stomach cramps, allegedly from eating some Muggle candy ‘given’ to him by a first year. McGonagall insisted that he spend the night in the hospital wing. Hermione could at least take some satisfaction from the fact that he wouldn’t be out enjoying himself.
She decided to walk off her anger and paced around each level of the entire castle. She was about halfway to the top when she decided to just head up to the Room of Requirement and hide out there for the rest of her shift.
“Why not? I’m not even supposed to be doing this.” She muttered to herself, justifying her actions.
She made it to the seventh floor and was almost at the blank wall that concealed the Room of Requirement when she heard muffled yelling coming from somewhere. She stalked up the hallway to the only classroom on that side of the floor but found it void of life. Shrugging the left the empty room and realised that the noise was coming from back the way she came.
Arriving back at the blank wall, she started pacing, thinking,
‘I need somewhere to hide’
‘I need somewhere to hide’
‘I need some-‘
She stopped abruptly. She could still hear the yelling and had just realised where it was coming from. Inside the Room of Requirement. Hermione pressed her ear up against the wall, as one might listen at a keyhole, and realised that the voices weren’t yelling in anger, but panic.
“Merlin, someone’s trapped in there.” She stood, wringing her hands and hopping from one foot to the other as she tried to decide what to do. Subconsciously, she started pacing again, thinking.
‘I need to find whoever is in there’
‘I need to find whoever is in there’
‘I need to find whoever is in there’
She heard a pop and a door had appeared in the otherwise blank wall. She shrugged.
“Well that was easy.”
Cautiously she opened the door, in case whoever was in there was frightened by sudden movements. When nothing happened she pushed the door wider and peered around it. She was staring into one of the dirtiest rooms she had seen in her life, including the Weasely twins bedroom. It wasn’t just the thick layer of dust that covered everything, it was the unimaginable clutter that filled the room. Broken frisbees, forbidden books, and just general crap littered the floor, the shelves, the cupboards and basically everywhere it had been tossed.
Hermione picked a path through the rubble that lead her closer to the voices. Pausing, she hid behind a large bookshelf and listened. From her position she could hear everything clearly.
“Look Reece if you hadn’t had insisted we push on we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Don’t blame it all on me, you’re the one who said ‘Get in the wardrobe’.” A second voice answered.
“Well where else could we have hidden? Mum would have killed us.”
“You shouldn’t have lit those fireworks behind Dewey!”
“YOU lit the fireworks!” Hermione heard the second voice laughing.
“Oh yeah.”
Hermione listened carefully, trying to work out if she knew the voices or recognised any of the names. Something wasn’t right. She had a sinking feeling that these people were not Hogwarts students. The American accents gave it away, for one. They sounded like boys though, not men like Death Eaters would be. She decided to step in. She was a prefect after all. She stepped out from behind the bookshelf and took in the scene with wide eyes.
Two boys, about her age, were standing a few feet apart having a shouting match. A third younger one was slumped against an old wardrobe, unconscious. She walked towards the two boys with her hands on her hips and a bossy look adorning her face.
When they didn’t notice her standing there she gave a loud false cough. Their heads snapped in her direction and they screamed then clung to each other. Hermione raised her eyebrows at them. They looked at one other and abruptly let go. It was only now that Hermione realised they were both significantly taller than her.
“What are you doing here?” The shorter one asked her.
“I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing in this room?”
“Wait, this is a room? You mean there’s a way out?”
“Of course there’s a way out. Who are you?”
“My name’s Malcolm. This is my brother Reese.”
“My name is Hermione.” She looked at them curiously. “Where are you from?”
“America.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Oh dear. You’d better come with me.”
The boys shrugged and followed her. They were almost at the door when she turned around and asked “Shouldn’t you get your little brother?”
Malcolm and Reese ran back to the wardrobe and collected Dewey. They carried him back to the doorway where Hermione was waiting, holding the door open. They stepped into a long hallway covered in portraits. Malcolm swore he saw one of them move. He tried not to think about it and concentrated on staring at the ground. Reese however was laughing gleefully at the portraits. Malcolm sped up to walk next to Hermione and tried to start a conversation. He needed to know where they were and how they could get back home.
“So. Where are we?” Hermione stared incredulously.
“Don’t act like you don’t know. I’m not telling you anything until we get to McGonagall’s office.” Malcolm stopped walking, shocked. His standstill went unnoticed by Reese, who, still watching the portraits, ploughed right into Malcolm and consequently squashed Dewey. The three boys landed on the floor and it looked like another shouting match was going to ensue between the two oldest boys, but Hermione roused on them.
“Look I’m not a babysitter! Just behave yourselves. Now follow me. Quietly.”
They picked up Dewey again and followed her in silence, not daring to look at each other for fear of cracking up laughing. They had no idea where they were but perhaps this McGonagall could help them.
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Malcolm tried to keep track of the numerous hallways and doors that Hermione led them through but found it impossible. Eventually he gave up and instead focused his attentions on not dropping Dewey. Hermione brought them to a halt in front of a closed door. She rapped sharply on it with her knuckles. Slightly muffled by the heavy oak door he heard the voice of a woman answer.
“Come in.”
Hermione motioned that the boys should stay where they are and poked her head around the corner.
“Excuse me Professor, sorry to disturb you.”
“That’s alright Miss. Granger I was going to retire to bed shortly. What’s the problem?” Hermione gulped before answering.
“There’s a bit of a problem I’m afraid. Well more than a bit. A catastrophe.”
“Whatever do you mean?” The older woman sounded worried now. Hermione pushed the door open, revealing Malcolm and Reese holding Dewey like he was a hog on a spit. “Oh dear. Bring them in.”
Malcolm strode into the room, trying to muster as much confidence into his appearance as humanly possible. His airs crumpled at the stern look upon the womans face.
“Please, have a seat.”
“Who are you?” Malcolm asked.
“Excuse me young man I’ll be asking the questions here. Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Malcolm. And for your information I have no idea where the hell I am!! What is this place?”
It was during this tirade that Professor McGonagall realised that the boy was not from England. In fact he couldn’t have been from Europe. Not with an accent like that. She raised one eyebrow questioningly at him,
“Where are you from?”
“America.” McGonagall’s eyes widened. Malcolm felt hot liquid bubbling up inside him. “Now why don’t you tell me something?! Where are we?”
“You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of course.”
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“Pull the other one.” Malcolm was stunned. If he wasn’t mistaken, this severe looking woman with her hair so tight it looked like her eyes would pop out, had just said “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. Hermione, who had been watching Reese out of the corner of her eye with interest, snapped to attention at this.
“Professor, I think they’re telling the truth.”
“Be that as it may Miss Granger, This matter is out of my hands. This is an affair for Professor Dumbledore to consider.”
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Reese hummed to himself as he followed the cranky witch and the bossy girl through the seemingly endless hallways of what he had decided had to be a castle. It made sense: a school for witches and wizards would be in a castle. That and the sheer size of the place meant it couldn’t be anything smaller.
Unlike Malcolm, Reese didn’t have any trouble in accepting that this was a school for witchcraft. It made sense: the internal size of the wardrobe, the weird robes, the moving portraits… the list was endless. Besides: imagine how much mischief could be caused in a place of magic.
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Finally McGonagall brought them to a stop in front of a large door, larger than her own office door, situated behind two large stone gargoyles. Malcolm jumped a foot when one of the gargoyles spoke.
“Password?” It enquired politely.
“Firewhiskey.” McGonagall replied without hesitation. Hermione attempted to cover her amusement. Reese didn’t get the joke, but Reese never got mamy jokes anyway. Hermione’s failure at covering up her giggles earned her a disapproving glare from the Professor.
“Follow me.” The professor instructed, and Hermione, Reese and Malcolm, still carrying Dewey strung between them, stepped onto a spiral staircase that began to twist high into the ceiling. Just as Reese was beginning to feel dizzy the moving staircase came to an abrupt stop at a landing. The door had a large handle with a brass griffin-shaped knocker in the centre. McGonagall reached for the knocker but the door swung open before she touched it. As though they were expected.
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A/N: Well how was that? This story is really starting to take shape in my head but I don’t know if its worth continuing to post if no one likes it. So please review and rate!! Thanks heaps xxx