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    Harry Potter and the Amazon Queen


    Ron’s eyes bugged out, he was in a large forest clearing looking down into the sea green eyes of a small, blond, scantily clad woman. “Who? … Where? … What? …” he stammered. 
    The woman smiled looking at the tall, gangly youth. “I’m Gabrielle. You’re in a forest near Athens, and I don’t know how you got here,” she answered his half asked questions. “And you are?”

    “Ron. Ron Weasley.” 

    “Nice to meet you Ron, Ron Weasley,” grinned Gabrielle. “Where are you from, and do you have any idea how you got here?”

    “Just call me Ron,” said the redhead. “I’m from Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry… in Britain. I was trying to apparate back to school and I ended up here somehow.”

    “Ah, I thought you sounded like you might be from Britannia… Apparate?” queried the petit blond.

    “Oh, um, just take myself from one place to another… magically,” he trailed off. Ron felt himself getting in deep. Here he was talking to a Muggle about wizardry. He was going to be in so much trouble with the Ministry if they found out about this. “Look, um, I’d better not talk about this anymore… it’s forbidden to talk about magic with Muggles… Non-magic folk,” he added at her upraised eyebrow.

    “Oh, I wouldn’t exactly say I’m ‘non-magical’,” replied Gabrielle. “I haven’t studied much, but I am an Amazon Shamaness.”

    “That’s right,” said the tall, dark haired warrior stepping out of the trees. “We both are.” 

    “You’re Amazon’s?” squeaked Ron, taking a step back from the beautiful blond in front of him.

    “Weellll… she is,” said the imposing figure joining them with a smile at her companion. 

    “Amazon Queen, actually,” quipped Gabrielle.

    “Yes, my Queen,” said the warrior with a mock formal bow. “I just studied with one of their Shamans, but I never actually became an Amazon. The name’s Xena, by the way.” 

    “I keep trying to change her mind, but she just won’t listen to me sometimes,” laughed the Amazon Queen putting her arm around Ron conspiratorially. “Now, tell us all about yourself, and where you’re from.”


    There was a popping noise, and Harry turned to look in the direction it came from. “Hermione, we’d better get a move-on if we’re going to get back in time.”
    Hermione looked around. “Where’s Ron? He left before I did. He should be here,” she said her voice rising in pitch with worry. 

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