Author: NJ
Titel: Real Virtuality
Rated: PG-13 - R
Description: A Matrix-like HP story. It's the Final war, and everyone is involved. No one is who they seem. Pairings: Ron/Draco, Ginny/Colin, Neville/OC. Also features: Percy, Lockhart, OC, Cho etc.
Warning: Slash, BoyxBoy, death, blood, & s'more. Not Beta'd, sorry.
Copyright: Everything of HP belongs to JK. I don't own it. Nor do I own the ideas from the Matrix. Just own the plot and the OC's. No need to sue. ***********************
Real Virtuality
Chapter One
##AD 2002 24th September 16:23##
It's a stone. Just a stone. Nothing special. Except maybe that it blinks and looks really pretty. And there was a wise saying: Not all that shines is gold. Or at least something like that. What had she to lose by picking it up? And pick up she did. The stone felt cold, looked black, shiny. Boring. And yet, she could hear something. Something whispered. Like the wind, in that Pocahontas movie, telling her something. To make a wish. Her deepest desire. To want it, now. Oh, she knew what she wanted.
She wanted to grow old, be happy, have a family. Something everyone wanted, though not everyone wished to admit it. She would like to want that. But she knew something would stop her from doing that. Something big, and dark. Secret. Her wish would never come true, and she knew it. She knew what she wanted, as she held the stone tightly in her hand.
She sighed as she walked on and dropped the stone. But why would she believe in wishes? Not a prayer of hers had been heard, no one had come to rescue her. And what could this little stone do for her? She had her duty, and a mission. It was time to go for action.
##AD 2003 22nd August 7:44##
A young boy with a brown bowl-cut sat down on a large table in a grand hall. He ate his breakfast. Actually, he gobbled it up. He had to go soon. He looked around, making sure he had picked up all his fallen books and objects, cleaned the table of his spills, or removed anything that showed signs of that he was there.
"My name is Neville Longbottom."
He saw the zipper of his bag was broken. He quickly looked around, seeing everyone was distracted with their own things. He bent down and got out a small tool from his pocket. He switched it on, producing a small beam. He aimed it on the broken object, and in a second it was fixed.
"People see me as clumsy, silent, a bit of a goof but nicely normal."
He checked the zipper again. Good. He wanted to go. Not because he would be late for classes. In fact, he would always come late. Teachers think he's got a problem with his timing. But he had his reasons. And his reason was good, yet not to be understood or explained.
"I know things other don't know I do, and they don't know either."
He did have dreams like this. That he was in the large hall, and he was peacefully eating, minding his own business. And then, he sees two figures enter. However, he couldn't make out their shape. But his mind told him, is that they were here. And they were here to get him.
"Like a chameleon, I blend in with the crowd, and do things so others think I'm incapable of knowing what I know."
It was just a dream. That's all. But he knew better. He knew this wasn't a dream. He knew who those people were. And this could happen to him, in real life. Well, as real as it seemed anyway. So he picked up his bag and went away, so he could tell himself that he would never get caught in this matter.
"For they may not know. Some things are just not to be revealed to the mindless crowd."
##AD 2003 22nd August 20:36##
A redhead with freckles walked through a dark hall. He had just served his detention, for getting into trouble with a 'fellow schoolmate'. He sighed. Sometimes, there just wasn't any justice. But the deed was done, and the punishment served. So now, it was time to return to his dorm.
"I am Ron Weasley."
It was late. This wasn't his fault, they had made him clean a whole room without using magic. Now he was eager to get back, his hands sore from cleaning. He would've gotten back to his dorm and slept, if it hadn't been for that strange noise on the corner. His curiosity took over and he headed for that direction, in a cautious matter.
"I'm just an average boy in a school. A schoolboy."
He heard a bit of shouting, but mainly someone struggling. He turned and watched how he saw 2 figures battling each other with just their hands. At one point, one of them fell down to the floor. A girl, with Hufflepuff clothing. Then, the other took an axe from the harness on the wall and swung it at the girl.
"I'm not that wealthy, but I'm happy. I have a loving family, and friends."
Without thinking, the redhead just grabbed his wand and aimed it for the other. As soon as the curse hit the other, suddenly, the area started flashing. Instead of solid colors, he saw transparent areas with straight lines, changing color every time he blinked.
"So, I'm what you would call normal. A happy go-lucky. Just plain."
The Hufflepuff shouted something he couldn't hear. Before he could ask, his arm got pulled by her. He saw how a metal object suddenly appeared around her hand. She pressed a button, and at that point, he got a sinking feeling in his stomach and a spin in his head. He blacked out.
"Then how did I get involved in this?"
##AD 2003 20:48##
A blonde boy lay on a bed. He stared up to the dark ceiling, with his eyes wide open. He didn't know what to think. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to stare at the ceiling as if he were staring at a TV. A muggle thing he had once seen and was fascinated by. It fascinated muggles too.
"I am known as Draco Malfoy."
He had gone down for some evening fun. He had tricked a certain redhead to get detention, even though he was hoping he'd get his friends involved too. However, that didn't work. Still, he thought it would be nice to go taunt the one that did get the detention. He should have known something was wrong that night.
"My parents are rich and give me things anyone would have wanted, yet I'm not satisfied."
It was as if the walls and the floor was trembling. Everything seemed to be scared. He felt a bit scared too, but he just wanted to have his fun. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen? Now he wished he hadn't thought that. He had finally reached the ground floor, after some hassle with the stairs. Now to look for the redhead.
"I've always wanted more. But after what I've seen, I wish I had less."
He found him alright, and he was heading this way. He smiled. This was going to be easy. Suddenly, the boy was distracted by something else. He turned around the corner to watch what was happening. All he caught was Ron attacking someone else, a girl yelling him to go away and lights flashing everywhere. He saw the floor and walls changing.
"Less knowledge, so I'd still have pride over my possessions. But it's too late."
He had thought this was just some image projecting off the curse that the redhead had casted. A wall next to him looked like he could go through it. He put his hand through. Expecting to hit something solid, he just felt thin air. He panicked and pulled his hand back. Then, he got sucked in, just like the redhead. He then fell on a soft bed, with a ceiling on top but no walls.
"There is nothing as mind-changing as knowledge."
##TBC.
****************** So, tell me what you think of it? Next chapter coming soon! Gimme some reviews Plz! ~NJ
Titel: Real Virtuality
Rated: PG-13 - R
Description: A Matrix-like HP story. It's the Final war, and everyone is involved. No one is who they seem. Pairings: Ron/Draco, Ginny/Colin, Neville/OC. Also features: Percy, Lockhart, OC, Cho etc.
Warning: Slash, BoyxBoy, death, blood, & s'more. Not Beta'd, sorry.
Copyright: Everything of HP belongs to JK. I don't own it. Nor do I own the ideas from the Matrix. Just own the plot and the OC's. No need to sue. ***********************
Real Virtuality
Chapter One
##AD 2002 24th September 16:23##
It's a stone. Just a stone. Nothing special. Except maybe that it blinks and looks really pretty. And there was a wise saying: Not all that shines is gold. Or at least something like that. What had she to lose by picking it up? And pick up she did. The stone felt cold, looked black, shiny. Boring. And yet, she could hear something. Something whispered. Like the wind, in that Pocahontas movie, telling her something. To make a wish. Her deepest desire. To want it, now. Oh, she knew what she wanted.
She wanted to grow old, be happy, have a family. Something everyone wanted, though not everyone wished to admit it. She would like to want that. But she knew something would stop her from doing that. Something big, and dark. Secret. Her wish would never come true, and she knew it. She knew what she wanted, as she held the stone tightly in her hand.
She sighed as she walked on and dropped the stone. But why would she believe in wishes? Not a prayer of hers had been heard, no one had come to rescue her. And what could this little stone do for her? She had her duty, and a mission. It was time to go for action.
##AD 2003 22nd August 7:44##
A young boy with a brown bowl-cut sat down on a large table in a grand hall. He ate his breakfast. Actually, he gobbled it up. He had to go soon. He looked around, making sure he had picked up all his fallen books and objects, cleaned the table of his spills, or removed anything that showed signs of that he was there.
"My name is Neville Longbottom."
He saw the zipper of his bag was broken. He quickly looked around, seeing everyone was distracted with their own things. He bent down and got out a small tool from his pocket. He switched it on, producing a small beam. He aimed it on the broken object, and in a second it was fixed.
"People see me as clumsy, silent, a bit of a goof but nicely normal."
He checked the zipper again. Good. He wanted to go. Not because he would be late for classes. In fact, he would always come late. Teachers think he's got a problem with his timing. But he had his reasons. And his reason was good, yet not to be understood or explained.
"I know things other don't know I do, and they don't know either."
He did have dreams like this. That he was in the large hall, and he was peacefully eating, minding his own business. And then, he sees two figures enter. However, he couldn't make out their shape. But his mind told him, is that they were here. And they were here to get him.
"Like a chameleon, I blend in with the crowd, and do things so others think I'm incapable of knowing what I know."
It was just a dream. That's all. But he knew better. He knew this wasn't a dream. He knew who those people were. And this could happen to him, in real life. Well, as real as it seemed anyway. So he picked up his bag and went away, so he could tell himself that he would never get caught in this matter.
"For they may not know. Some things are just not to be revealed to the mindless crowd."
##AD 2003 22nd August 20:36##
A redhead with freckles walked through a dark hall. He had just served his detention, for getting into trouble with a 'fellow schoolmate'. He sighed. Sometimes, there just wasn't any justice. But the deed was done, and the punishment served. So now, it was time to return to his dorm.
"I am Ron Weasley."
It was late. This wasn't his fault, they had made him clean a whole room without using magic. Now he was eager to get back, his hands sore from cleaning. He would've gotten back to his dorm and slept, if it hadn't been for that strange noise on the corner. His curiosity took over and he headed for that direction, in a cautious matter.
"I'm just an average boy in a school. A schoolboy."
He heard a bit of shouting, but mainly someone struggling. He turned and watched how he saw 2 figures battling each other with just their hands. At one point, one of them fell down to the floor. A girl, with Hufflepuff clothing. Then, the other took an axe from the harness on the wall and swung it at the girl.
"I'm not that wealthy, but I'm happy. I have a loving family, and friends."
Without thinking, the redhead just grabbed his wand and aimed it for the other. As soon as the curse hit the other, suddenly, the area started flashing. Instead of solid colors, he saw transparent areas with straight lines, changing color every time he blinked.
"So, I'm what you would call normal. A happy go-lucky. Just plain."
The Hufflepuff shouted something he couldn't hear. Before he could ask, his arm got pulled by her. He saw how a metal object suddenly appeared around her hand. She pressed a button, and at that point, he got a sinking feeling in his stomach and a spin in his head. He blacked out.
"Then how did I get involved in this?"
##AD 2003 20:48##
A blonde boy lay on a bed. He stared up to the dark ceiling, with his eyes wide open. He didn't know what to think. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to stare at the ceiling as if he were staring at a TV. A muggle thing he had once seen and was fascinated by. It fascinated muggles too.
"I am known as Draco Malfoy."
He had gone down for some evening fun. He had tricked a certain redhead to get detention, even though he was hoping he'd get his friends involved too. However, that didn't work. Still, he thought it would be nice to go taunt the one that did get the detention. He should have known something was wrong that night.
"My parents are rich and give me things anyone would have wanted, yet I'm not satisfied."
It was as if the walls and the floor was trembling. Everything seemed to be scared. He felt a bit scared too, but he just wanted to have his fun. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen? Now he wished he hadn't thought that. He had finally reached the ground floor, after some hassle with the stairs. Now to look for the redhead.
"I've always wanted more. But after what I've seen, I wish I had less."
He found him alright, and he was heading this way. He smiled. This was going to be easy. Suddenly, the boy was distracted by something else. He turned around the corner to watch what was happening. All he caught was Ron attacking someone else, a girl yelling him to go away and lights flashing everywhere. He saw the floor and walls changing.
"Less knowledge, so I'd still have pride over my possessions. But it's too late."
He had thought this was just some image projecting off the curse that the redhead had casted. A wall next to him looked like he could go through it. He put his hand through. Expecting to hit something solid, he just felt thin air. He panicked and pulled his hand back. Then, he got sucked in, just like the redhead. He then fell on a soft bed, with a ceiling on top but no walls.
"There is nothing as mind-changing as knowledge."
##TBC.
****************** So, tell me what you think of it? Next chapter coming soon! Gimme some reviews Plz! ~NJ