Bound In Time
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,772
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or the HP Universe; I merely borrow some of the characters and locations and write for fun. I earn no money from writing or publishing my stories.
Chapter 2
The story behind this piece of fiction is my own work and so is the original character(s) – the characters and locations you recognise from JK Rowling however are not owned by me and are only borrowed for use in this fiction and I am earning no money from writing or publishing this – I write this purely for my own entertainment and yours and because I love the originals they are based upon so much.
~*~ HK ~*~
Bound In Time
Chapter 2
Thea walked into her office and felt the charm she had cast give way, putting her book on the desk she dropped into her chair and pulled forward a notepad to make some quick notes.
She used this charm often when in the ministry, she was often so busy that she needed every minute she could save herself, so she used the avoidance charm so that she could walk around reading and not bump into things en-route.
Weirdly she had felt something she had not felt for a long time, a shiver that ran through her very soul, something or someone extremely familiar to her had been very close.
Stopping writing for a moment she raised her pen to her mouth and tapped the end on her bottom lip as she tried to think. Shifting in her seat she leant forward onto her desk, rolling the pen between her fingers she watched the light catching on the transparent plastic tube.
She was a little unusual in the wizarding world, most still used a pot of ink and a quill, but she had long ago decided that sometimes muggle inventions were the way to go, like now, she could write for days with the same pen and there was no pot of ink to knock over.
She was still lost in her thoughts when she was startled by the clock in the corner yelling out that it was noon. Not even looking up she raised her hand and pointed at the clock in the corner and said “silencio”. As the clock went quiet Thea jumped up realising that the clock was telling her something important; she was going to be late. Grabbing some floo powder she threw it into the fireplace “home” she called out as she stepped into the fireplace and was enveloped in swirling green flames before vanishing.
When she stepped out of the fireplace at the other end of her journey she was standing in a hallway which served a house that had long ago been divided into flats. Brushing the soot from her clothing she saw one of her neighbours coming down the stairs with the mail, it looked like he had been to the roof to collect the post from their private owlery.
“Thea… your mail my dear” the very tall slim older wizard held out a small pile of mail.
“Thank you Max, are we still on for brunch tomorrow?”
“You are more than welcome my dear, I am very much looking forward to brunch, and I actually need to ask a favour.”
“Ask away…” she replied flicking through her mail to see if anything required urgent attention.
“I have a friend visiting me tomorrow at about 11am, would you mind terribly if I invited him to brunch with us?” the older wizard looked a little sheepish.
“Not a problem” she replied “the more the merrier” stretching up onto her tiptoes she kissed him on the cheek “I have to dash” she shrugged “you know me, late as usual…”
With a smile and a wink that brought a slight blush to Max’s cheek she dashed into her own flat to shower and change.
Rushing around her flat Thea took a fast shower, changed into jeans and a sweatshirt that proclaimed ‘History is a Thing of the Past’ she checked the mirror as she tied back her hair, pausing for a moment to run her fingers through her hair which changed from vivid red to sleek, glossy black. Quickly putting on a pair of trainers, she grabbed a backpack from the corner and ran out of the door.
Outside the rather imposing Georgian façade she hopped into a car which was parked outside and pulled out into the street. Pulling out into traffic at the end of the road, none of the muggles out on the main road ever really twigged that the road she had pulled out of was marked as No Entry, at both ends. Muggles never noticed cars pulling in or out of the street and never seemed to question a street they never drove or walked down. Sometimes it made her smile to realise just how little muggles noticed of the world around them. Things could happen beneath their very noses and they never batted an eyelid, if their mind could not explain it, they could not see it, ‘are they really that daft?’ She mused.
Forty-five minutes later Thea parked her car at the museum outside the Historical Research Department. She always parked in the exact same spot right at the end of the row, when she was not there no-one saw a parking space; they saw a grass verge and trees, when she was there the verge simply moved out of her way. Dashing into the building she was soon at her desk leafing through yet more pages of research.
Her job or jobs were rather intertwined; she worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Antiquities and Artefacts, she worked at the museum cataloguing authenticating and researching existing exhibits and new findings, checking each artefact and ascertaining whether they had any magical powers or significance. If they did not they went on display as usual, if they did, she would magically create a duplicate, the original would then be taken back to the Ministry of Magic for safe storage or in the case of some of the more dangerously cursed objects; purification and neutralisation.
The copies Thea created were pretty amazing even if she said so herself, they were 100% accurate, even able to pass carbon dating processes and other authenticity testing, they were merely lacking the magical element of the originals.
So she split her time between the Ministry and the Museum, and even travelled around the world to catalogue and authenticate collections, any new find thought to hold possible significance would pass before Thea before the public ever saw them; courtesy of the witches and wizards around the world who worked in the museums full time and called her when they deemed it necessary.
She loved both sides of her job, but it could be rather draining spending half her days as a witch and half as a muggle when in truth she was neither…
***
This is a WiP and so I will ask just in the early chapters for you to please review - I want to know if the story is worth continuing with -
~*~ HK ~*~
~*~ HK ~*~
Bound In Time
Chapter 2
Thea walked into her office and felt the charm she had cast give way, putting her book on the desk she dropped into her chair and pulled forward a notepad to make some quick notes.
She used this charm often when in the ministry, she was often so busy that she needed every minute she could save herself, so she used the avoidance charm so that she could walk around reading and not bump into things en-route.
Weirdly she had felt something she had not felt for a long time, a shiver that ran through her very soul, something or someone extremely familiar to her had been very close.
Stopping writing for a moment she raised her pen to her mouth and tapped the end on her bottom lip as she tried to think. Shifting in her seat she leant forward onto her desk, rolling the pen between her fingers she watched the light catching on the transparent plastic tube.
She was a little unusual in the wizarding world, most still used a pot of ink and a quill, but she had long ago decided that sometimes muggle inventions were the way to go, like now, she could write for days with the same pen and there was no pot of ink to knock over.
She was still lost in her thoughts when she was startled by the clock in the corner yelling out that it was noon. Not even looking up she raised her hand and pointed at the clock in the corner and said “silencio”. As the clock went quiet Thea jumped up realising that the clock was telling her something important; she was going to be late. Grabbing some floo powder she threw it into the fireplace “home” she called out as she stepped into the fireplace and was enveloped in swirling green flames before vanishing.
When she stepped out of the fireplace at the other end of her journey she was standing in a hallway which served a house that had long ago been divided into flats. Brushing the soot from her clothing she saw one of her neighbours coming down the stairs with the mail, it looked like he had been to the roof to collect the post from their private owlery.
“Thea… your mail my dear” the very tall slim older wizard held out a small pile of mail.
“Thank you Max, are we still on for brunch tomorrow?”
“You are more than welcome my dear, I am very much looking forward to brunch, and I actually need to ask a favour.”
“Ask away…” she replied flicking through her mail to see if anything required urgent attention.
“I have a friend visiting me tomorrow at about 11am, would you mind terribly if I invited him to brunch with us?” the older wizard looked a little sheepish.
“Not a problem” she replied “the more the merrier” stretching up onto her tiptoes she kissed him on the cheek “I have to dash” she shrugged “you know me, late as usual…”
With a smile and a wink that brought a slight blush to Max’s cheek she dashed into her own flat to shower and change.
Rushing around her flat Thea took a fast shower, changed into jeans and a sweatshirt that proclaimed ‘History is a Thing of the Past’ she checked the mirror as she tied back her hair, pausing for a moment to run her fingers through her hair which changed from vivid red to sleek, glossy black. Quickly putting on a pair of trainers, she grabbed a backpack from the corner and ran out of the door.
Outside the rather imposing Georgian façade she hopped into a car which was parked outside and pulled out into the street. Pulling out into traffic at the end of the road, none of the muggles out on the main road ever really twigged that the road she had pulled out of was marked as No Entry, at both ends. Muggles never noticed cars pulling in or out of the street and never seemed to question a street they never drove or walked down. Sometimes it made her smile to realise just how little muggles noticed of the world around them. Things could happen beneath their very noses and they never batted an eyelid, if their mind could not explain it, they could not see it, ‘are they really that daft?’ She mused.
Forty-five minutes later Thea parked her car at the museum outside the Historical Research Department. She always parked in the exact same spot right at the end of the row, when she was not there no-one saw a parking space; they saw a grass verge and trees, when she was there the verge simply moved out of her way. Dashing into the building she was soon at her desk leafing through yet more pages of research.
Her job or jobs were rather intertwined; she worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Antiquities and Artefacts, she worked at the museum cataloguing authenticating and researching existing exhibits and new findings, checking each artefact and ascertaining whether they had any magical powers or significance. If they did not they went on display as usual, if they did, she would magically create a duplicate, the original would then be taken back to the Ministry of Magic for safe storage or in the case of some of the more dangerously cursed objects; purification and neutralisation.
The copies Thea created were pretty amazing even if she said so herself, they were 100% accurate, even able to pass carbon dating processes and other authenticity testing, they were merely lacking the magical element of the originals.
So she split her time between the Ministry and the Museum, and even travelled around the world to catalogue and authenticate collections, any new find thought to hold possible significance would pass before Thea before the public ever saw them; courtesy of the witches and wizards around the world who worked in the museums full time and called her when they deemed it necessary.
She loved both sides of her job, but it could be rather draining spending half her days as a witch and half as a muggle when in truth she was neither…
***
This is a WiP and so I will ask just in the early chapters for you to please review - I want to know if the story is worth continuing with -
~*~ HK ~*~