There Goes The Neighbourhood

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Harry Potter, ok?! GEEZ! STOP HARASSING ME!!!

AN: This is a fic from my imagination. If you can\'t handle how an 18 year old thinks and writes stories for pure...FUN...then LEAVE NOW! NO, please don\'t! READ!!!! By the way, I\'m not British therefore the dialogue will not be...\"british\" per se. BUT! I do try to get it as good as I can...


Chapter 1: Sneaking Out May Not Be Best Tonight


I couldn\'t believe I had just been grounded. I have never recieved a more cruel punishment in my life. Oh, by the way, when did I cross the age barrier from spankings to groundings? I want a whipping! Not a....cruel and unusual means that some German Dictator invented! It wasn\'t fair...so I\'ll argue out of it.

\"But, Daddy! I\'ve never been a bad child. Why punish me now?\" I pleaded, my many bracelets clinking together as I clasped my hands in front of my chest. My dark-painted lip pooched out, giving a look of pitifulness to my puppy face. Daddy never can look at this face and punish me! I will prevail!

However, my puppy face vanished as my fathers piercing brown eyes turned on me. They were blazing with anger, an anger I knew all too well. Instead of arguing my way out of my punishment (which was a wonderful idea to begin with), I turned on my heel and went for the stairs. It wasn\'t fair. And to prove a point, that I was angry, I stomped extra hard on each step I took. The walls rattled from my boots, that my father dubbed, very humoursly, \'Frankenstein Boots\'. Only because they\'re four inches tall.

As soon as I was in my room, I slammed the door shut and collapsed backwards on my bed. Groundings were terrible! They meant death for teenage social life. \"No party...No car...No Brandyn. Ugh, and tonight was THE night.\" I rolled my eyes, feeling tears prick at their surfaces. I can\'t let the hopes of losing my virginity die like this! I had to fight!!!

I reached over and pressed play on my stereo. The anarchic sounds of the Sex Pistols rained out from my speakers, making me smile. This will at least drown out the sounds of me scrambling over the roof! I raised my window softly and stared out into the night. The stars above our house twinkled softly before disappearing behind clouds. I wet my lips before ducking back into my room to pull my shoes off. As soon as my body was four inches shorter, I threw my favorite sneakers on my feet, and tossed the plats out onto the soft grass.

The thud they made was my signal to go next. I put one foot out the window and sat on the window sill, taking a moment to brush the hair from my face. Just as I attempted to escape with the rest of my body, something hit me square in the face. It felt as though the batmobile had backfired in my face, filling my eyes with pain and nauseating gas. I felt my fingers go weak, slipping from the windowsill as I slumped over.

I rolled out onto the roof and slid a few inches down, now sprawled out over the garage. What had just happened? Did I do drugs a minute ago and suddenly have amnesia? Because, it sure does feel like I\'m high. I giggled and rolled over on my stomach to shimmy down the drainpipe. It creaked angrily under my weight and in a matter of seconds, I was laying spread-eagle in the bushes with my sneakers in the air.

I giggled again and felt a pair of hands wrap around my ankles. \"Oh, shit!\" I giggled more. \"I\'m busted. Sorry Daddy! I just had to get out of that stuffy room! And when I was getting some air, I rolled too...\" I snickered and laughed so hard, I couldn\'t finish my sentence. My knees were scraping against the earth, but it made me giggle even more. No matter what I did, everything was making me laugh. That is, until I looked up and was not met by my fathers red, angry face.

I stumbled back as a man was staring down at me, concern filling his eyes. \"G-get away! I have mace!\"

\"Mace? OH! No, no no! I\'m not kidnapping you. I\'m coming to see if you\'re alright. You...fell.\"

I nodded and backed into the side of the garage. The Sex Pistols were still spewing their lyrics from my open window. I wet my lips and looked at the stranger with wide eyes. He stared back, looking very nervous. Under the light of the street lamps and stars, I could tell he was in his mid thirties. Although, he looked a bit older because of his tattered clothes. I looked down at his shirt, noticing a hole in the right side.

\"Listen, did you...feel anything when you were sneaking out of your window?\"

\"Uh, besides pain from falling, no. Wait...What do you mean feel anything?\" My eyes narrowed on the man, only making him look more nervous.

\"I...well, that is to say you...were...Did you feel anything hit you, like--\"

\"Wind and something really burned my eyes. That\'s why I decided to slide down my garage in the manner that I did. I felt...high. Why? What did you do? Did you tranqualize me? AM I GOING TO DIE?!\"

The man shook his head roughly, pulling me out of the bushes and into our sideyard. I stumbled on the dewey grass and my foot hooked under something. I tripped, squeeled and hit the ground with a thud. My shirt, brand new mind you, was covered in wetness and grass stains. I groaned and stood to my feet, looking at what I had tripped over. \"Oh, those damn platforms! You betrayed me, bastards!\" I picked up one of the shoes and threw it deep into my backyard. It hit against something metal, probably our shed.

\"Listen...\"

\"HOLY SHIT!\" I covered my mouth and stumbled back as I looked up at my surroundings. I wasn\'t home anymore! This wasn\'t my neighbourhood because I definately did not know that house that I was facing. Instead of facing the white vinyl siding of Numer 13, I was now looking at a Victorian styled house...with a definate creepy atmosphere. Not to mention, the lawn was covered in bushes which were sheered to represent all kinds of strange animals.

With wide eyes, I turned around and saw my open window above me. The cd still played while my parents were still clueless. But, it still didn\'t explain the fact that there was suddenly a new house right in the middle of my yard.

\"Shh! That\'s what I\'ve been trying to tell you...What I\'m about to tell you, I have to have your oath that you will not tell anyone else. Besides, no one will believe you.\" The man stared down at me as he grasped my shoulders in his hands. I didn\'t feel at all scared, but I did feel kind of glad. Cute older guy, touching a sweet, innocent (seemingly at least) virgin. \'Oh, God, Will. You\'re definately sex deprived!\'

\"Deal. I won\'t tell a soul. Just tell me who built a new house in under thirty seconds.\"

\"Well...you see. I\'m a wizard.\"

I nodded.

\"And my mate lives in this house here.\"

I nodded again.

\"And to reveal his house, I have to cast a spell.\"

Still more nodding from me.

\"And I hit you with it too.\"

I nodded once more, but he didn\'t continue. I widened my eyes, realizing that he was finished. \"Right well...Can I at least go in the house?\"

The man narrowed his eyes in confusion. Apparantly he had expected me to run screaming in to the night, or for me to run back into the house. Little did this man know that I read Lord Of The Rings, Wizard of Oz, Peter Pan, and Anne Rice on a daily basis. Wizards and magic aren\'t at all odd to me. \"Er...Why don\'t you go back home...And if you can still see the house tomorrow...well, just knock on the door and we\'ll try to get it sorted out.\"

I nodded and looked back up into my window. Suddenly I wasn\'t in the mood to lose my virginity. Perhaps some other night. \"Alright, but...no peeking in my window. Could you always....see my house?\"

The man nodded, making me sigh. For all my teenage years, I thought that I was being stared at by Herman Tuttle, the dork in seventh grade. And here I come to realize that this man and his mate could watch me too. My blinds are definately being drawn tonight. I walked back to the bushes and felt an odd sensation come over me, as if I had been showered with a mist. I turned back around and blinked at the man. He was watching me, hopefully for my safety as I ventured back into my bedroom. \"My name\'s Willa by the way.\" I said, smiling softly.

\"Remus.\"

\"Goodnight.\"


AN- THE END! Only joking. Chapter 2 -80 will be up soon. Wait, did I say 80? I meant just two...REVIEW PLEASE!