Iron Dragons and Firelegs *COMPLETE* | By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Iron Dragons and Firelegs
Cht. 1 Over the rainbow
"Jesus, Dodds, did you even know this place was here?" Captain
Lacey looked around aghast as she took in her surroundings. She and two
lieutenants stood alongside three RAF officers in the middle of what looked like
a village straight out of the dark ages. The High Street wasn't even paved, with
no cars in sight, and here and there people bustled about in brightly colored
robes as if hurrying for cover. Some of the stores, too, were boarded up. A sign
in one shop window read, "Gladrags Wizard Wear, established 1108."
"Never in my life," answered her British counterpart, a perfectly
affable flight lieutenant named Brian.
"What do you suppose, sir, some type of weird cult or something? They
can't really be wizards, can they?" This from flying officer Kellye Brynn,
who surveyed the scene with blatant cynicism. Lacey's lieutenants, Hancock and
Thorpe, both stood hipshot in the middle of the street looking around in utter
bewilderment as pilot officer Brandon Thom lit up a ciggy, taking a drag through
narrowed eyes.
"I have no bloody clue," replied Dodds. "I've never seen
anything like it."
They had come north to Scotland from their base on orders handed straight
down from the Prime Minister as an envoy to aid in what he described as a whole
other world of witches and wizards, who may be in dire need of their help. They
left the government issued van parked alongside the first store in the row and
walked the length of the shops to the base of a hill with heavy iron gates
flanked with statues of winged boars.
"Now what?" asked Lacey, trying the gates and finding them
unwilling to budge despite the lack of a lock.
"I dunno," replied Dodds. "They know we're coming, I'm
sure."
At that moment, the gates swung open to admit the six officers onto the
grounds of a vast castle that appeared at the top of the hill.
"God Almighty," Hancock piped up with a thick Georgia drawl,
"we didn't even have to ring the dang doorbell."
"Too right, that," said Thom.
"Well, come on then, let's see what's what," said Dodds, waving
them on. They started the trek up the hill, exclaiming at a huge facility
they took for a stadium of sorts. Off to their left as they neared the castle
was a rather large cabin, with a fireplace smoking away and beyond, the strangest
willow tree any of them had ever seen. Further still to the south was what must
have been a fathoms deep lake that butted right up to a cliff just at the edge
of the castle. As the group approached the great oak doors at castle's entrance,
they swung open to reveal an elderly lady in emerald green robes with
square-framed spectacles and a tight top knot.
"How do you do, all?" she said with a Scottish brogue as she offered
her hand to each airman in turn. "I am Minerva McGonagall, deputy
headmistress of Hogwarts. Won't you step in?"
They all shook hands with the strangely dressed woman and stepped into a
grand foyer flanked by doors on either side with massive stone stairways leading
up and down and great crystal vials containing colored stones. If the wizarding
city had flummoxed the crew, it was nothing compared to the sheer awe they felt
at finding themselves in what was obviously an immense fortress full of magic.
Their heads turned this way and that as they followed Headmistress McGonagall up
two flights of stairs to the second floor. The men and women tried to stay calm
as they passed portraits that appeared to be moving, some of them waving to
them.
"Oh boys," said Lacey, "we've gone completely over the rainbow
now."
"Dude! Dude! Dude! Look at the cat, man!" whispered Thorpe, tapping
Hancock on the arm. "What the hell, dude!"
"Holy--" blurted Hancock when he looked down to see a mangy tabby
passing them by as she gazed up at them through red eyes.
The shock was nothing compared to the jolt they received when the woman
stopped in front of a stone gargoyle and said simply, "Fizzing Whizbee."
Before any of them could question just what that was, the gargoyle moved to
reveal a secret passage of steps spiraling up. Leading the way, McGonagall
opened a door at the top and ushered them into a grand office, with more moving
portraits and a man standing to meet them who looked like their every image of
Merlin himself.
"Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said, his eyes dancing in merriment at their
guests' blatant shock. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I thank you for
coming so swiftly to our aid."
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