The War of the Stories

Cahills

*Hermione's POV*

I opened my bag and brought out a book. The 39 Clues - Into the Gauntlet. Meggie looked at it curiously for a few seconds. She gently opened the book, as if it make break if she wasn't careful. She began to read. I grabbed Cade's hand to make sure that we went through together.

She read the passage we had selected beautifully. We could picture it all so clearly. The island's pebbled beach, the ancient looking graveyard, tall grasses, and of course, the huge cliff that dominated the landscape. Then, Elinor's kitchen faded until it seemed to be a distant dream. And the landscape Meggie had been reading became clearer and clearer.

We stood there on the pebbly beach, hands still clasped. There were several people tied to the gravestones. Cade seemed to recognize them. Of course he did. I haven’t had the time to read the book yet. 

I almost began my speech, but everyone else we needed to speak to emerged from somewhere in the tall grasses.

“Don’t interrupt it. This part is important.” Cade said mentally.

“Why?”  I replied.

“If we disrupt this scene, then everyone will fight each other.”

“That’s a reasonable excuse.”

We could see them freeing the people tied to the gravestones, carefully avoiding the bombs Cade said were placed there. Everyone was hugging and crying, as if they hadn’t seen each other in a long time. I guess that when a loved one is so close to death and survives, it makes you emotional like that.

“Almost time, just wait until everyone starts to leave the island,”  said Cade.

“Okay,” I replied.

Just as Cade and predicted, everyone started towards their various transportation devices of the island. Planes, Yachts, Submarines. These people are rich!

“Of course they are, they’re Cahills. 

I forget that Cade can read my mind sometimes. Even if I’m Hermione Granger, I can be an idiot sometimes.

“Now!” Came Cade’s mental shout.

We stepped out from behind the rock we were behind. Even stopped and starred at us in shock. Of course they are, you just materialized from nowhere. I scolded myself.

Cade began our speech this time. It does get tiring, having to say the same thing over and over and over again. But we must do what we must to save the world. I started on my portion of the speech. 

I finished and someone who Cade called Ian snarled, “Why should we trust you?”

“As far as we’re concerned, magic doesn’t exist.” said a burly man named Eisenhower Holt said.

I whipped out my wand and pointed it at the rock. 

“Aguamenti!”

Fresh, clear water pored out of the wand and streamed down the rock, forming a small puddle underneath it. Everyone stood there in a stunned silence. Of  course they are. I just proved that magic was real, something they hadn’t believed in since childhood.

“Okay... we believe you. At least... I do.” A girl with long, brown hair said. Amy.

Her brother, Dan nodded behind her, proving that he believed us to. Slowly, everyone had no choice but to accept that magic was real.

“I think we’ve got everyone convinced!” Cade exclaimed in my head.

“One more story down!”

“This is going much better then I ever though it would.”

“I know right?”

Suddenly, we noticed that everyone was looking at us rather oddly. We had just went into trance like states for a few minutes... oh well. Nothing we can do about that now.

“So... what do we do now?” Amy said.

“Go to Kings Cross Station in London. Go walk into the barrier between platform nine and ten. Even though it looks solid, it actually isn’t. The only people it is solid to are people who don’t believe that is exists. Once through, you will board the Hogwarts Express. It will take you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is where everyone is meeting.” I explained.

“We trust you can all transport yourselves there? If you would prefer to be quicker, then we can take you there in a few seconds.” Cade said.

Everyone looked at one another. I could tell that they really did not want to take ages to see this mysterious train and school.

“We’ll take you up on your offer.” sad an old man. Alistair.

“Grab Hermione’s hand or my hand.” Cade said quickly.

Everyone rushed forward and grabbed one of them. Cade grabbed my left hand while I grasped his right. Turning in the air, I focused on Kings Cross Station.

We appeared in an alley just off of Kings Cross. I led everyone out of the alley, trying to ignore the odd stares we got from everyone, seeing that two in our group were injured. I moved a quickly as possible through the station until we reached the platform.

“Right through there.” I said, pointing at the barrier.

“And only two at a time! We don’t want to attract attention!” Cade added.

We watched as everyone disappeared into the wall before us before turning around and leaving the station. I grasped Cade’s hand once again.

“Next up, Eragon.” I whispered.