A/N: Can you say AU? Yes, folks, that's right, an AU fic with lemony goodness!! Oh My God! This is Chaos at Hogwart's offshoot, Damy visits the Burrow. What happens when every Weasely goes home for Christmas? Damy goes with Ron for their Christmas break, and thrills and chills abound whenever certain events unfold at the Burrow! It starts off around Christmastime, and ends when they get back to Hogwarts. So many questions! So many answers! Yippee! Even more fun filled CHaotic plot! YAY!!! (sits and thinks about it) Can there be such a thing as a fluff story with plot? Just wondering... Cause this one has a plot... I think... Well... I have it planned out, and there's mysteries to solve... Whatevah. Just read, review, and enjoy! Not in that particular order, though. Okay, I'll shut up now, except for the disclaimers...
Who owns this?
I own the plot, and hold exclusive rights to the character of ME, Damy, the white plant that can sing, and I jointly own the spowl, Twinkles, with Missy, my bestest friend in the world, who owns herself, and her spider, Fuzzbutt. Erm... Professor Riddle is owned by me, seeing as how he's my grandfather, and all my relatives are owned by me. Missy owns her foster parents. The great and wonderful J.K. Rowling owns the world of Hogwarts, The Burrow, Harry Potter, Ron Weasely, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasely, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, and the list grows. She owns all in this story that is neither mine, nor Missy's. I do own Kain, Leon, Penelope, and Confucius, though. (evil grin)
Making any money?
As you are probably reading this from FanFiction.net, it is safe to say I am not in any way, shape or form making any money off this.
Well? What's the rating, Damy?
Erm... Hard to say... My muses are really advising me against writing a lemon, although that may well be what it turns out to be... Just a part, seriously. the rest will be well written! I swear! (Notices all the evil stares, amidst the happy ones) *sweatdrops*
Well, What exactly are the pairings here?
If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it be? *evil cackle* (looks at all the scared faces) What? Fine, then, be a spoiled sport. You'd KNOW what all the pairings would be if you read 'Chaos at Hogwarts,' okay? The pairings are...
Ron/Damy
Harry/Draco
Neville/Percy
Missy/Fred/George
Seamus/Dean
Not all of those are important right now, though, only the ones concerning the Weasely's. ANyway, onto the story now!!!
Final Note
THIS STORY IS SLASH CENTRIC, and I apologize to Miss Rowling for abusing her characters so. This is also an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE story, and anything that happens in this is VERY divisible from the regular 'Chaos at Hogwarts'. This CAN be read seperately from 'Chaos at Hogwarts', and that can also be read seperately from this.
If you have something against slash, I honestly don't give a shit. Never have, never will, for you people. Flames will used for my coffee, which is getting cold, and for my toast. Late breakfast, I know. ANyway... Flamers, go ahead and flame, I'll just laugh. If it's stupid. However... What will really irk me is those that say, there was this one part that was good, but the rest sucked, or something vague that doesn't give me much deatil. Missy will not be working on this particular story, although she may write her version of it. I'll shut up now!
Laters,
Damy, Leon, Kain, Penelope, and Confucius
How Damy got his muses... AKA, A part of his life that has NOTHING to do with the story.
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"We're heading straight into the 'Muse'oleum, folks, where old muses come to die. Right ahead, we'll see Shakespeare's muse, and off that way is R.L. Stein's."
The man walked away, and the rest of the group followed him. I stayed behind, because I hated crowds, and I was going to check out R.L. Stein's muses. I was walking towards him, when I was ambushed by a large bloodred cat from behind. Falling to the ground, I whipped my head around, and saw a big, VERY fast taxi cab come tearing around a bend, and stop millimeters from my head. The cat flexed her claws, and hit me in the face with her tail.
Two men got out of the car. One had red hair, and he was wearing a police uniform with a bandage on the front of it, smeared with blood. He had a rocket launcher strapped to his back. The other man got out of the driver's side, ala CHiPs, and he was dressed in armor that was blue, and VERY ornate. He had a dragon helmet on, and a spear strapped to his back.
The one with red hair stared at me, and his eyes grew wide.
"Kain! This is a writer!"
The man in armor known as Kain stared at me, helmet wide-eyed.
"He is! That's so cool! And, I think he has potential!"
I just looked at them.
"What?"
They had started jumping up and down, holding hands, and were about to kiss they were so happy.
"GUYS! Who the hell are you?"
"Muses noone wants! Noone that has any sense!" He added, noting the dark look in my eyes.
All of a sudden, we were interrupted by a loud, "BAM", and a purple dog appeared in a cloud of purple question marks.
"What'd I miss? Why are you guys so happy?"
"WE HAVE A WRITER!!!!"
And, dear friends, that's how it's been. NOW, onto the story.
Who owns this?
I own the plot, and hold exclusive rights to the character of ME, Damy, the white plant that can sing, and I jointly own the spowl, Twinkles, with Missy, my bestest friend in the world, who owns herself, and her spider, Fuzzbutt. Erm... Professor Riddle is owned by me, seeing as how he's my grandfather, and all my relatives are owned by me. Missy owns her foster parents. The great and wonderful J.K. Rowling owns the world of Hogwarts, The Burrow, Harry Potter, Ron Weasely, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasely, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, and the list grows. She owns all in this story that is neither mine, nor Missy's. I do own Kain, Leon, Penelope, and Confucius, though. (evil grin)
Making any money?
As you are probably reading this from FanFiction.net, it is safe to say I am not in any way, shape or form making any money off this.
Well? What's the rating, Damy?
Erm... Hard to say... My muses are really advising me against writing a lemon, although that may well be what it turns out to be... Just a part, seriously. the rest will be well written! I swear! (Notices all the evil stares, amidst the happy ones) *sweatdrops*
Well, What exactly are the pairings here?
If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it be? *evil cackle* (looks at all the scared faces) What? Fine, then, be a spoiled sport. You'd KNOW what all the pairings would be if you read 'Chaos at Hogwarts,' okay? The pairings are...
Ron/Damy
Harry/Draco
Neville/Percy
Missy/Fred/George
Seamus/Dean
Not all of those are important right now, though, only the ones concerning the Weasely's. ANyway, onto the story now!!!
Final Note
THIS STORY IS SLASH CENTRIC, and I apologize to Miss Rowling for abusing her characters so. This is also an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE story, and anything that happens in this is VERY divisible from the regular 'Chaos at Hogwarts'. This CAN be read seperately from 'Chaos at Hogwarts', and that can also be read seperately from this.
If you have something against slash, I honestly don't give a shit. Never have, never will, for you people. Flames will used for my coffee, which is getting cold, and for my toast. Late breakfast, I know. ANyway... Flamers, go ahead and flame, I'll just laugh. If it's stupid. However... What will really irk me is those that say, there was this one part that was good, but the rest sucked, or something vague that doesn't give me much deatil. Missy will not be working on this particular story, although she may write her version of it. I'll shut up now!
Laters,
Damy, Leon, Kain, Penelope, and Confucius
How Damy got his muses... AKA, A part of his life that has NOTHING to do with the story.
****************************************************************************
"We're heading straight into the 'Muse'oleum, folks, where old muses come to die. Right ahead, we'll see Shakespeare's muse, and off that way is R.L. Stein's."
The man walked away, and the rest of the group followed him. I stayed behind, because I hated crowds, and I was going to check out R.L. Stein's muses. I was walking towards him, when I was ambushed by a large bloodred cat from behind. Falling to the ground, I whipped my head around, and saw a big, VERY fast taxi cab come tearing around a bend, and stop millimeters from my head. The cat flexed her claws, and hit me in the face with her tail.
Two men got out of the car. One had red hair, and he was wearing a police uniform with a bandage on the front of it, smeared with blood. He had a rocket launcher strapped to his back. The other man got out of the driver's side, ala CHiPs, and he was dressed in armor that was blue, and VERY ornate. He had a dragon helmet on, and a spear strapped to his back.
The one with red hair stared at me, and his eyes grew wide.
"Kain! This is a writer!"
The man in armor known as Kain stared at me, helmet wide-eyed.
"He is! That's so cool! And, I think he has potential!"
I just looked at them.
"What?"
They had started jumping up and down, holding hands, and were about to kiss they were so happy.
"GUYS! Who the hell are you?"
"Muses noone wants! Noone that has any sense!" He added, noting the dark look in my eyes.
All of a sudden, we were interrupted by a loud, "BAM", and a purple dog appeared in a cloud of purple question marks.
"What'd I miss? Why are you guys so happy?"
"WE HAVE A WRITER!!!!"
And, dear friends, that's how it's been. NOW, onto the story.