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FF: Confused Memories, Part 14


Title: Confused Memories (14/?)

Author: raindroproses

Rating: PG-13
Category: Drama, Romance, Crossover (JAG/Harry Potter)

Spoilers: Through "The One That Got Away" (JAG); Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter)

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. The JAG universe belongs to DPB and his gang, and the Harry Potter universe belongs to the goddess, JKR.

Chapter 14: In which two Americans explore London



"Remind me again why we couldn't have just Apparated here?" AJ groaned as he and Webb disembarked at Heathrow.

Webb sighed. "One, I don't have the power for trans-Atlantic Apparition. Two, you haven't done it in years--you'd probably splinch yourself. Three, neither of us have licenses."

The two men had left from Dulles International Airport hours ago--and had immediately proceeded to get on each other's nerves. AJ had wanted to know about the information Webb had on Mac's whereabouts; Webb refused to answer his questions on the airplane. Eventually, they had fallen silent, refusing to speak for four hours straight.

"So where do we head first?" AJ asked. They went directly for the exit, not having brought along extra luggage. If they were going to be traipsing across all of Britain, neither man wanted to be dragging along extra weight.

"Diagon Alley," Clay replied. "If Mac is anywhere in the wizarding world, we can find out there. It's the center of gossip--kinda like the wizarding section of Times Square."

Two hours later, they were ready to strangle each other--again. "Webb, do you have any idea where we're going, or do you just want to ride around on the Tube all day?" AJ growled irritably.

"Shut up, AJ," Clay snapped back.

"Why didn't to rope Rabb into this grand plan of yours, anyway?"

Webb rolled his eyes. "He's a Muggle, AJ. He would've been completely useless. You know that."

"How could I? Two people that I've known for years are magical; why not a third?"

Webb smirked. "Actually, you're partially right. Harm's great-grandfather was a Squib. His magic wasn't strong enough to merit a letter from Salem... but how do you suppose he's survived all these years? It wasn't on his abilities alone."

AJ snorted. "You're right. That would explain a lot," he said.

The train they were on slowly came to a halt. "This is it!" Clay said over the mechanical voice that warned them to mind the gap.

They stepped off the train--minding the gap between the train and the platform--and Clay led the way to the street. He turned left and began walking.

Two blocks later, he stopped. "Here we are," he said proudly.

AJ peered closely. Before them was the entrance to a small, dirty-looking pub. He looked around. The Muggles hurrying past paid the tavern no attention, as if they could not even see it. Webb pushed the door open, and they entered. No one seemed to notice as they disappeared.

"You had to bring us here at lunchtime, didn't you, Webb?" AJ muttered.

"How was I supposed to know how long it would take us?" Clay shot back.

They approached the bartender, a small, old, wizened man. "Excuse me, sir. Have you seen this woman?" Webb asked, showing the bartender a photograph of Mac in uniform. As it was a Muggle photo, it did not move.

The old wizard took the picture and inspected it. "I don't believe so. Who is she?"

Instead of answering, Webb took another photograph out of his wallet. "How about her?" It was a picture of a younger Sarah MacKenzie, resplendent in dark green dress robes. She smiled shyly at the bartender, whose face lit up.

"Yes, yes; now I remember! Hagrid, come here for a moment."

A large man stood and walked over to the bar. "How can I help ya, Tom?" he asked cheerfully. Tom showed him the photograph.

"Why, tha's Professor MacKenzie!" Hagrid exclaimed.

"Professor MacKenzie?" the two men asked in unison.

"Yeah. She's th' Divination teacher at Hogwarts this term. Our Hermione found her on the road to Hogsmeade--I shouldn'a said that," the half-giant said nervously.

"Found her? What do you mean, found her?" AJ asked.

Hagrid sighed. It was like a blast of wind coming from his lungs. "I can't tell ya any more."

"Look, we're Sarah's friends. We want to bring her home. We've been looking for her for nearly a month! We need your help."

"I can't help ya! But you can try Flooin' the Headmaster. He might be able ta."

"Do you know where there's a private fireplace around here?" AJ asked quickly.

Tom said, "You can use one of my rooms. Free of charge." When the two men went to object, Tom said, "I won't accept any money. I hope you find your lady friend." He winked and led them upstairs and to a room. None of the men noticed as a man slipped out of the pub and Disapparated.

"You can use the fireplace in here. If you don't come down in half an hour, I'll assume you're gone." He left to return to his customers.

Clay picked up a jar of Floo powder. Throwing a pinch into the fireplace and sticking his head in, he called, "Headmaster Dumbledore!"

A moment later, Albus Dumbledore appeared. "Can I help you, sir?" he asked quizzically.

"Headmaster, my name is Clayton Webb. I'm looking for Sarah MacKenzie, and I have heard that she is currently teaching at your school. Is this true?"

Dumbledore smiled, eyes twinkling. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Webb. I have heard much about you from Professor MacKenzie. Would you mind coming through?"

"If you don't mind," Clay said. "I also have a friend with me. Can he come, as well?"

"Certainly," Dumbledore replied. "The more the merrier. I am opening the Floo now."

Webb backed out of the fireplace. The green flames signaling an active Floo connection went out. He grabbed another pinch of powder. "You do remember how to use the Floo, don't you?"

AJ glared. "Do you think I'm a senile old man? Of course I remember."

Clay grinned. "Just checking. Albus Dumbledore's office!" He stepped into the flames and was whisked away.

AJ shook his head. He hoped this was worth it. He had never enjoyed traveling by Floo; it made him sick to his stomach. Considering some of the things he had been through since the last time he used the Floo system, however, he thought he could handle it. Mimicking Webb's actions, he took a pinch of Floo powder from the jar on the mantle. "Albus Dumbledore's office!" He disappeared into the green flames.
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