Magic, as you may know, is quite an extraordinary thing. But not any little bit of magic can explain this.
~*~
Hazel Potter, Rosalie Weasley, and Henry Granger don't quite understand why and where they are-they can't find the rest of the Weasleys an...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
She picked at the rose petals, occasionally putting the softest petals in her pocket. The wind whistled in her ears as she threw the bare stem away from her, hugging her knees.
"Sitting in the cold won' do you any good, darlin'."
She turned her head to face the woman, who was only slightly older than her. "Waiting requires patience. The cold gives me patience."
The woman snorted. "Why you waitin'?"
"One of them is going to come for me eventually. They'll know where to find me," she said, refusing to let the cool, salty tears slip down her rosy cheeks.
"Ah yes, they'll know exactly who you are, with your piercings and brightly colored hair!" The woman said sarcastically.
She ignored her. "He'll come for me. I just know it, Delphi."
•.•
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Fred called," Marcella pushed the Nokia over toward George. "He's worried about you."
George grumbled, putting his long hair (which rivaled his brother Bill's, at this point) in a ponytail atop his head. "Yeah, my whole family is. Everyone fighting against You-Know-Who, while I'm looking for a girl who left me with no clues."
Marcella smile sadly, rubbing his shoulder. "I promise you, we'll find her. So, whatcha looking at?"
George sighed, rubbing his temples. "Well, on her arm, she had the numbers four, twelve, and ninety-five written on her arm. At first I thought they may be coordinated for something, but I realized that it was most likely a date.
"I checked strange occurrences all over Britain–a ton of newspapers are in the nonfiction section, by the way–and started thinking–what if it is a date, but not here?"
"Like, in the other dimension?" Marcella asked, frowning slightly. George shook his head, a smile growing onto his face.
"Not just in the other dimension. Where could the dates be switched around in some way; where could we go?"
Marcella's eyes widened. "America?!"
George nodded, a feeling of pride arising into his chest.
