stranded in hawkins

[ Season 2, Part two: Meet ]

"Bloody hell, Where are we?" Ron asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty. I looked out the window, and a sense of déjà vu washed over me. The place seemed oddly familiar, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Before I could ponder it further, we were abruptly cut off from our thoughts as a gruff man bellowed, "WHO ARE YOU?" The four of us jumped, our wands at the ready, not entirely sure how to react to this sudden confrontation.

"Uhm, where are we?" Hermione inquired, trying to bridge the gap between our magical world and the one these Muggles occupied.

"You are at Hawkins, Indiana," the man stated with a stern expression, pointing a mysterious contraption at us that Harry had once described as a gun. It was an unsettling sight, and the tension in the air thickened.

"Ok?..." Harry replied, his confidence barely masking the confusion in his voice. "Who are you guys, and what are you doing here?" the man demanded, his grip on the strange device tightening.

"We were supposed to go to Diagon Alley, but we ended up here," I explained, hoping that this would be enough to diffuse the situation. It was clear that this man knew nothing of our magical world, and the mention of Diagon Alley only added to his bewilderment.

The man seemed to relax slightly, lowering the strange device, but suspicion still lingered in his eyes. "Diagon Alley, huh? I don't know what you're on about, but you all better stay out of trouble around here."

As we nodded in agreement, we couldn't help but exchange uncertain glances. Our magical misadventures had brought us to a world that was not our own, and the mystery of Hawkins, Indiana was about to become an unexpected chapter in our already extraordinary lives.

When I looked around I saw a familiar face, "Steve Harrington?" I said not sure if it was him. "Jian?" Steve replies. I ran to him and hugged him.

The Muggles exchanged bewildered glances, struggling to grasp the sudden reunion and the mention of this mysterious person named Jian. Hermione, being the inquisitive one, couldn't help but ask Steve about their connection.

"Wait, Steve, how do you know her?" Dustin questioned, his curiosity evident in his voice.

Steve glanced over at me, a mixture of emotions crossing his face. "Jian and I go way back," he began, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "We grew up together, causing mischief and exploring Hawkins. He was like a sister to me."

I nodded, adding, "Yeah, we were inseparable. We used to go on countless adventures." Memories flooded my mind, casting a bittersweet haze over my thoughts.

While Hermione processed this new connection in her mind, Ron chimed in, still bewildered by their sudden arrival in Hawkins. "But how did we end up here? And why is the guy pointing a gun at us?" Ron glanced nervously at the man, who still had his gun trained on our group.

The man, realizing his aggressive approach might not be the best way to handle the situation, lowered his gun slightly. "Look, I'm sorry for the hostility," he said, his tone more subdued. "We've had some strange things going on in Hawkins lately, and we can't be too careful."

Harry, always the voice of reason, stepped forward and offered his hand in a peaceful gesture. "We mean no harm. We simply found ourselves in a situation beyond our control. Is there any way you can help us get back to where we came from?"

The man, seemingly more at ease, cautiously shook Harry's hand. "My name is Jim Hopper, and I'm the Chief of Police here in Hawkins.

The Muggles, after a moment of mutual suspicion, introduced themselves with uneasy smiles. We, in turn, revealed our names, though our presence was still shrouded in mystery to them. Just as we were trying to bridge the gap between our worlds with polite conversation, our efforts were abruptly cut short by a deafening screech that sent us all jumping to our feet.

The room's tranquility shattered, and our wands were once again drawn, prepared for whatever magical menace might have caused the disturbance. We scanned the room, our eyes wide with alertness, only to spot a bizarre creature hurtling through the window, its motionless form crashing onto the floor.

"Is it dead?" Lucas, one of the Muggles, asked with a mix of curiosity and fear in his voice. Hopper, who seemed unfazed by the extraordinary turn of events, cautiously approached the strange animal and knelt beside it.

"Yeah, it is," Hopper confirmed. It was indeed lifeless, and our attention shifted from the creature to something even more astonishing. As if guided by an unseen force, the lock on the door began to twist and turn on its own, slowly revealing a hidden passage behind it.

With a mixture of apprehension and intrigue, we watched in awe as the door creaked open, revealing a girl with slicked-back hair and dressed in dark, mysterious attire. She emerged from the concealed passage, her presence enigmatic and foreboding. It was clear that she was no ordinary girl and that her arrival signaled the beginning of a new and perplexing chapter in our unexpected journey through Hawkins, Indiana.

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Hey everyone, I hope you're enjoying this chapter. It might not be the longest, but I wanted to make it a bit meatier than the last one. Your support means the world to me, and I appreciate all the love and encouragement you've given so far. Thanks for being awesome readers and sticking with the story. I'll be back with more soon. Take care, and much love to all of you. Bye! 💙📖✨

Date: January 2021
Words: 965