Adventures In Space And Time

Chapter Three

Well, that about brings you back up to speed, so let's get back to it!

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" Harry Potter yelled again, looking at me with a face of pure paranoia. I stepped backward in terror. What had come over him?! I had never heard of this side of Harry.

He stepped toward me, still keeping his wand threateningly in my face. "Are you friend or foe?!" He yelled, still walking towards me. I really didn't want to find out what Harry would do in this state, so I stammered "Fr-Fr-Fr-Friend."

Harry stepped back, slowly lowering his wand. The anger on his face dropped and was replaced with a look of perplexity, which was quickly followed by a sheepish look. He hung and shook his head and raked a hand through his hair as I lowered the hands I had subconsciously raised. A few seconds later, he looked up, the sheepish look still on his face.

"Sorry about that," he said, shaking his head again, "Sometimes I get a bit paranoid and my mind kind of leaves. I'm beginning to think I should get that checked out..." He trailed off ponderously, only to look at me again and continue, "Anyway, sorry for startling you-" He stuck out his hand for me to shake- "Harry Potter."

I accepted his hand as I said "Simon Grimare."

He started to walk away, motioning for me to walk with him. I shrugged and followed, not seeing anything else I could do.

Harry clapped his hands together and let them swing to his side as he said "Well, Simon, It seems like you're not from around here, so I'll give you a little tour of the neighborhood before you have to apparate back." He looked over at me, "You did apparate, right?"

I nodded and opened my mouth to answer, but Harry kept right on talking as he went back to looking down the path.

"I'm guessing you miss-apparated, because who would want to go to a dead end place like this?"

"Where is this exactly?" I interrupted, finally getting a word in edgewise.

He stopped and turned to me saying, "This?-" He turned held out his arms- "This is Godric's Hollow!"

An hour later, I was sitting at a table with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. I had quickly made friends with them and they had invited me to dinner. If I was intimidated by sitting at a table with some of my favorite book characters of all time (Hint: I was), I didn't show it. I laughed and talked like a normal person, and when the subject turned to my parents, I managed to convince them that my parents were incredibly absent minded and wouldn't remember to look for me for a few days. All was going well, until at about five o'clock, while we were having tea, when there was a sharp rap on the front door.

Harry excused himself and walked to the front door, which was around the corner, in a separate room. The table had gone silent, all of us listening in, thinking the same thing, but for different reasons: They've found us.

We could hear a muted conversation between Harry and a deep voice that was definitely male. This continued for several minutes, the tension thickening until you could almost taste it. Harry poked his head around the corner and called,

"Simon, It's for you."

All eyes turned to me. I slowly stood and stiffly walked around the corner- and froze. The person standing in front of me was an exact likeness of the person my family most hated.

He was seemingly a clone of Mordred, but that was impossible, Mordred had been dead for millennia...Right?

The man before me was tall and well built, but not noticeably muscled. His long, raven black hair was tied back into a ponytail, and his equally black, neatly trimmed beard contrasted sharply with his nearly pasty face. His long, aquiline nose shadowed his face like a sundial and his hard jaw and high cheekbones radiated authority, but it was his eyes, his cold and yet flaming eyes, that told me even if he was not Mordred himself, he was definitely not someone to be trifled with. Suddenly, those cold and warm eyes were turned on me, and a serpent's smile curved his thin lips.

"Ah, Simon, I've been expecting you," he intoned darkly.

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End of Chapter Three

Well, there's Chapter Three. I was originally going to continue on, but holy Hera! I might as well quit while I'm ahead.

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