Eric's Amazingness is Transdimensional (2/?)
ERIC'S AMAZINGNESS IS TRANSDIMENSIONAL: HOGWARTS EDITION
summary: Eric visits the Forbidden Forest.
a/n: and now I get to call Nikki, Ikkin. THAT IS THE DEAL.
“There is something in the forest,” one of the centaurs told Dumbledore solemnly, “Something strange and unnatural. We cannot catch it.”
“So you think it is one of Voldemort’s schemes?” asked the old wizard, arching his hands in front of him.
"Impossible!" Karkaroff blustered, "Voldemort is dead!"
Dumbledore turned a shrewd gaze on him, and the other headmaster fell silent.
"You believe ze children are in trooble?" Mme. Maxine asked, frowning, "We were told zat 'Ogwarts waz zafe!"
"My dear Madame Maxine, I'm sure this is not a significant problem." Dumbledore said reassuringly, and turned back to the centaur.
“It does not belong here, whatever it is.” the centaur shook his head, “It scares the forest- it is quiet beyond normalcy.”
Dumbledore frowned, stroking his beard as he thought.
“I just want the chemistry cupboard!” Eric whined, when he left Narnia behind, and found himself standing in yet another forest.
“This is getting ridiculous.” he shook his head, and checked the compass that he had stolen from Santa. It pointed due ‘home’, so he decided to follow it, in the hope it bring him closer to Lia-Dalton.
“Why do I keep ending up in forests, anyway? I am not dressed for wilderness adventure.”
A Ford Anglia roared past him, and he growled back.
It stopped. Eric glared at it.
“You may not be a land rover, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a Vocal Adrenaline car.”
The Ford seemed to shrink down, and Eric crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “I expect more of my transport. Have you got *ivy* growing in your window?”
Its windscreen wiper squeaked apologetically.
“Well. Take me somewhere interesting.” Eric said, slipping into the driver’s seat, thinking of Liam, who would be coming out of Chemistry now, tugging at his hair in frustration and the most suggestible he would be all week. It was easy to convince Liam that spying on Carmel was a good idea after Chemistry.
It was the only good thing about that stupid class.
“And by interesting, I mean it either has air vents, show choir, or something good to climb.” Eric qualified.
The Anglia tooted its horn agreeably, and rumbled off into the undergrowth.
“Does the radio work in here?” Eric asked suspiciously.
“You heard him!” Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione, as they tripped their way down the steps out of the Great Hall, “There’s something strange in the forest!”
“There’s always something strange in the forest, Harry. It’s the Forbidden Forest!” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
“He might be on to something, though,” Ron said, “If the centaurs are worried, it’s pretty big.”
“It could be anything,” Hermione protested.
“What are the chances of that?” Harry asked, “Honestly? Two, completely unrelated ‘strange things’? It’s got to be connected!”
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Harry’s brow knitted in determination, and he headed off across the wide lawn towards the Forbidden Forest.
“Come on, Hermione!” Ron said, gesturing for her to follow.
“This is stupid!” She muttered, but dashed after them anyway.
Eric smiled, lazing happily on the body of his defeated enemy. It stirred under him, and he tapped the end of his rope against it. It settled.
At the base of the Whomping Willow, the Ford Anglia tooted its horn, sounding worried.
“I am fine.” Eric said lazily, eyes slitted as he lounged in the sun like a tiny ginger cat.
It beeped again.
“You’re worse than Liam!”
He jumped down off the Willow and patted it on the trunk, expecting another interesting fight.
It didn’t move.
“You are the worst fighting tree I have ever seen in my life!” Eric tried.
Still no movement.
“Hit me! I’m standing right here! Hit me!” Eric spread his arms.
The Anglia tooted its horn worriedly again.
“You are such a stupid tree.” Eric glared, and scanned his surroundings- his usual biminute surroundings check to make sure nobody had sneaked up on him- and noticed a hole near the base of the trunk.
“It’s not an air vent, but...” Eric shrugged, threw a loose rope around one of the above ground roots, and slipped into the hole.
“Please be something interesting.” Eric said, “or, you know, home.”
"I think it just went down the hole in the Whomping Willow!" Hermione said, frowning, "I saw something move."
Harry's eyes widened, "Sirius! I bet it's after Sirius!" and he ran towards the Willow, just as it lost its paralysis and began to thrash around, as if in fury.
Ron grabbed Harry by the back of his robes, and only just avoided a branch to the head.
"I've never seen it this active before...it's as though it's truly enraged..." Hermione said, eyes wide.
On the other side of tree, the Ford Anglia tooted its horn in a sad goodbye to its strange little redheaded monkey thing, and trundled back into the forest.
summary: Eric visits the Forbidden Forest.
a/n: and now I get to call Nikki, Ikkin. THAT IS THE DEAL.
“There is something in the forest,” one of the centaurs told Dumbledore solemnly, “Something strange and unnatural. We cannot catch it.”
“So you think it is one of Voldemort’s schemes?” asked the old wizard, arching his hands in front of him.
"Impossible!" Karkaroff blustered, "Voldemort is dead!"
Dumbledore turned a shrewd gaze on him, and the other headmaster fell silent.
"You believe ze children are in trooble?" Mme. Maxine asked, frowning, "We were told zat 'Ogwarts waz zafe!"
"My dear Madame Maxine, I'm sure this is not a significant problem." Dumbledore said reassuringly, and turned back to the centaur.
“It does not belong here, whatever it is.” the centaur shook his head, “It scares the forest- it is quiet beyond normalcy.”
Dumbledore frowned, stroking his beard as he thought.
“I just want the chemistry cupboard!” Eric whined, when he left Narnia behind, and found himself standing in yet another forest.
“This is getting ridiculous.” he shook his head, and checked the compass that he had stolen from Santa. It pointed due ‘home’, so he decided to follow it, in the hope it bring him closer to Lia-Dalton.
“Why do I keep ending up in forests, anyway? I am not dressed for wilderness adventure.”
A Ford Anglia roared past him, and he growled back.
It stopped. Eric glared at it.
“You may not be a land rover, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a Vocal Adrenaline car.”
The Ford seemed to shrink down, and Eric crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “I expect more of my transport. Have you got *ivy* growing in your window?”
Its windscreen wiper squeaked apologetically.
“Well. Take me somewhere interesting.” Eric said, slipping into the driver’s seat, thinking of Liam, who would be coming out of Chemistry now, tugging at his hair in frustration and the most suggestible he would be all week. It was easy to convince Liam that spying on Carmel was a good idea after Chemistry.
It was the only good thing about that stupid class.
“And by interesting, I mean it either has air vents, show choir, or something good to climb.” Eric qualified.
The Anglia tooted its horn agreeably, and rumbled off into the undergrowth.
“Does the radio work in here?” Eric asked suspiciously.
“You heard him!” Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione, as they tripped their way down the steps out of the Great Hall, “There’s something strange in the forest!”
“There’s always something strange in the forest, Harry. It’s the Forbidden Forest!” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
“He might be on to something, though,” Ron said, “If the centaurs are worried, it’s pretty big.”
“It could be anything,” Hermione protested.
“What are the chances of that?” Harry asked, “Honestly? Two, completely unrelated ‘strange things’? It’s got to be connected!”
“I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Harry’s brow knitted in determination, and he headed off across the wide lawn towards the Forbidden Forest.
“Come on, Hermione!” Ron said, gesturing for her to follow.
“This is stupid!” She muttered, but dashed after them anyway.
Eric smiled, lazing happily on the body of his defeated enemy. It stirred under him, and he tapped the end of his rope against it. It settled.
At the base of the Whomping Willow, the Ford Anglia tooted its horn, sounding worried.
“I am fine.” Eric said lazily, eyes slitted as he lounged in the sun like a tiny ginger cat.
It beeped again.
“You’re worse than Liam!”
He jumped down off the Willow and patted it on the trunk, expecting another interesting fight.
It didn’t move.
“You are the worst fighting tree I have ever seen in my life!” Eric tried.
Still no movement.
“Hit me! I’m standing right here! Hit me!” Eric spread his arms.
The Anglia tooted its horn worriedly again.
“You are such a stupid tree.” Eric glared, and scanned his surroundings- his usual biminute surroundings check to make sure nobody had sneaked up on him- and noticed a hole near the base of the trunk.
“It’s not an air vent, but...” Eric shrugged, threw a loose rope around one of the above ground roots, and slipped into the hole.
“Please be something interesting.” Eric said, “or, you know, home.”
"I think it just went down the hole in the Whomping Willow!" Hermione said, frowning, "I saw something move."
Harry's eyes widened, "Sirius! I bet it's after Sirius!" and he ran towards the Willow, just as it lost its paralysis and began to thrash around, as if in fury.
Ron grabbed Harry by the back of his robes, and only just avoided a branch to the head.
"I've never seen it this active before...it's as though it's truly enraged..." Hermione said, eyes wide.
On the other side of tree, the Ford Anglia tooted its horn in a sad goodbye to its strange little redheaded monkey thing, and trundled back into the forest.