BG: HIYA peeps!
OPY: LoLo!
BG: Dis is a new ficlet set in the medieval times.
OPY: So expect knights in shining armour, princesses, and laughter. Not to mention dragons!
BG: Urgh…make that princes in distress…. in our case anyway…(giggles)
OPY: …. And a little misunderstanding…
BG: (giggles harder) Well…this is a disclaimer…
WE OWN NOTHING?
OPY: unfortunately… but that's life….
BG: Wait! I see the light…we have…. our imagination…so…therefore…we can SAY…we have EVERYTHING!
OPY: But we don't own the characters… we just mess their lives around….
BG: YAH! Fun too! Have fun reading this hopefully very long fic…
OPY: It may take a while… but we'll get there….
BG: and watch out for the slashy bits…mainly towards the end…
LET'S START!
Sir Harry and the spoilt Prince
Life as we know it.
In a lofty tower, high above the castle, where the harsh winds blow, a ghostly sound is heard…………
"Uuuuuuuurrggggg"
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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrggggggggg"
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"Bloody hell. I'm in pain. Excuse me, where are the maids rushing to my aid?'
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"ARGHHH! Urgggghhh…"
"What is it, Dracums?"
"At last. You took your time," The blond muttered under his breath, before saying aloud "It hurts Mummy!"
"It's ok, my brave little baby soldier"
"For goodness sake Narcissa" A harsh voice cut through the room. "No son of mine is going to be coddled through his life"
"But Lucius, he's ill"
"Nothing a little fresh air won't cure."
"URGGGGGH!"
"Oh shut up!"
"But…I…humph…"
Draco, in a nutshell was an arrogant, fussy blond 17-year-old son of the lord of the kingdom…Lord Malfoy. Lord Malfoy was obviously Lucius Malfoy, an older version of Draco his son, and his wife, Narcissa, was…well…. just like them…basically.
"UURRGGHHHH"
"I'll set your sister on you!"
"I'm Quiet!"
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A forest pathway, muddy and full of pot holes…unfortunately…Clipity clopity clipity clopity clipity clopity clipity clopity cli – thud! Squelch.
Harry Potter, our knight in dented and muddy armour, scowled up at his black horse then down at the pile of horse muck he had fallen into. The horse snorted.
"Yeah, real funny, Firebolt." The horse snorted again and Harry dragged himself to his unsteady feet. Muttering furiously he attempted to remount Firebolt. "That's the seventh time today!" Finally the battered knight managed to clamber up and sitting up straight he spotted some thing that immediately made his eyes brighten up. "Ah…Firebolt look! Fair ladies waiting to be wooed!" Firebolt snorted once again…typical…what about her? Harry was silent while he thought of the best chat up line. Finally he settled on;
"What are girls like you doing in a forest like this? I'd better escort you for your protection."
"You couldn't escort a donkey. And you have horse muck on your butt. That is sooo not this seasons look." One of the girls remarked sarcastically another laughed and added.
"Yeah, hey pony boy…protect this!" She proceeded to smack him over the head with a heavy stick.
"Excuse me! Cut that out, it was uncalled for behaviour!" The group of girls sniggered and walked off leaving Harry to rub his head disdainfully. "HEY! WAIT! Where are you going!" He trotted up to them and the girl with the mean stick thing raised an eyebrow at him.
"Back for more?" His eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly.
"I was just wondering what makes such a beautiful group of lady knights travel through a forest like this."
"A Quest" she replied guardedly.
"What sort of quest?"
"Full of questions, you are!"
"Who for?"
"I suppose it won't hurt if you know."
"WHO?"
"Lord Malfoy"
"Watcha doin then?"
"Getting something for him. In return, his offspring's hand in marriage"
"Um…but you're girls!"
"So?"
"What if it's a princess?"
"Well…Ur…we were hoping it was a Prince…. why? Do you know something we don't!"
"No, just wondering…"
"Well wander the other way then. We've spent enough time on idle chitchat with you, scurvy knave. Piss Off!" Another girl piped up and they all walked off again. Harry scratched the back of his head.
"Interesting, eh Firebolt?" Firebolt whinnied softly. "We must find out more, lets head to the village!" He wheeled Firebolt around and they cantered off down the path as the sun began to fall from the clear blue sky.
Draco sighed and leant against his balcony, watching the messenger ride off into the distance, bearing a scroll upon which Draco had cunningly forged his father's handwriting and signature in a plea for a cure for his illness. He knew that he was too sick to become better by himself, and he didn't want to waste his life just because Lucius was being heartless.
He daydreamed happily about being able to run and joust and swordfight with his friends…if he had friends…he had been ill for so long, he had never made any friends..
'I wonder how long it will be until someone finds a cure. I suppose I'll have to marry them. Never mind, at least it'll be company I wonder what it feels like to be in love, to have someone to care for you, to be kissed' .He let a solitary tear run down his cheek, for dramatic effect ' And not the way mother loves and kisses me' He shuddered.
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By nightfall Harry had entered the town, Tanba, and headed for the most sociable place he knew…the Broomstick and Cat…
Harry walked into the bar (A/N: Ow…). Even though he was preoccupied, you think he would have noticed. The girls sat in the corner giggled. A gruff voice called him out of his reverie.
"Oi, you!"
"Pardon?"
"You, with the horse muck on your bum"
"W..w..who, Me?"
"Yes you! Who do you think I'm talking to, the invisible man? Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to order a drink?"
"Can I have a Pumpkin and brandy with a dash of whiskey, sherry, tequila and Baileys please?"
"Young sir, I do not believe you are old enough to order this drink. Do you have a proof of age?"
"Erm… no… sorry"
"Well get out then!" Two burly arms lifted Harry off his feet, and threw him into a strategic pile of dried leaves outside the door. Unfortunately for Harry, the pile of leaves was home to one very tetchy hedgehog.
Pulling spines from his dirt encrusted bottom, the marched back into the bar.
(A/N: No, we are not going to use that awful joke AGAIN!)
"Back for more, squirt?"
"Ha, ha…no actually I'm not!"
"Decided what age you are yet?"
"No, but I have a pretty good idea that I'm 17"
"Aha! So not old enough for the drink then!"
"Fine you got me…"
"Then why, in all that is good, are you here?"
"I'm thirsty and I need information."
"Oh?"
"You have heard about the request Lord Malfoy apparently made?"
"Not another one. Interesting that it's you this time…are you gay?"
"Pardon?"
"Mainly girls heading for this quest, quite taken with his son Draco I hear."
"Well, I assumed that it was his sister, Meliosma Malfoy."
"Hmmm, maybe. Anyway, the request was to find as many healing plants as possible."
"Any idea what it's to cure?"
"Err, nope"
Harry shrugged, what kind of quest was that? Well, he was going to have a go anyway. He bought a pumpkin juice, without the alcoholic additives, and sat in silence, drinking it. His mind was a whirl of places to find herbs. He was clueless. Maybe the apothecaries? Yes, but first…the necessities.
He drained his glass and stood up, nodding to the landlord, Harry walked out. Firebolt looked up, chewing something she found in a nearby hedgerow. Mounting her he headed down the street.
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Sweeping his long black hair out of his face, Sirius Black looked as his godson entered their house. The dusky haired boys green eyes were glittering, showing he was plotting something. The scar, a lightening bolt upon his forehead a trophy of a tragic past.
Harry, his godson, grinned and sat down at their large wooden table. They lived together because when Harry was one, an evil Lord called Voldemort decided that the Potters had too much wealth and popularity. On the night of Halloween he arrived at their small castle and burned it to the ground. Harry escaped the fire because he was being baby-sat at the neighbouring Granger castle. Unfortunately Harry's parents were burnt to shrivelfigs.
"Hey. Harry!"
"Hi Sirius."
Harry's scar had come from his childhood as well, when aged 8 he had decided to enter a small jousting match, unfortunately he managed to hit himself with his own lance. Sirius still enjoyed teasing him about this.
"How many girls did you chat up today?"
"Err, six…none successful…"
"Obviously…" Sirius muttered, "When are you going to get a proper girlfriend?"
"I'm trying"
"If you're not careful you'll turn out like your father!"
"Pardon?"
"Didn't you know? He was always off chasing other guys."
"WHAT!… But he and Mum had me!"
"Yeah, he was pretty desperate…heh…"
"Hey! I'm not that desperate!"
"Yet."
"Pfft, I'm going to bed!"
"Suit yourself"
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Draco wandered down to the dining hall, much to the surprise of his father who was eating a breakfast of bread and butter.
"Draco!"
"Yes Father?"
"I thought you were sick and lying in bed."
"Yeah, I put that on hold for a while, I'm hungry."
"But-I thought…never mind, I give up on you."
"Why Father, I'm so upset."
"Yeah, yeah." The blond boy slid into his seat and cheekily grabbed a slice of his fathers breakfast. Lucius shook his head exasperatedly.
"You know, I received a rather interesting letter this morning."
"Oh, yes?"
"It seems that half of the country is currently on a mission to find as many medical plants as they can."
"How interesting."
"Yes, and apparently I am the one who put forward the request, in return for my offspring's hand in marriage."
"How odd." Draco said looking politely puzzled. Lucius nodded and raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed, interestingly enough it appeared to have my signature inscribed upon it, however I do not recall writing such a thing. Incidentally, you are the only other person who can forge my writing and signature." Draco froze.
"Oh, goodness, all of a sudden I feel so…dizzy…maybe I should go back to my room and lie down. Please do not disturb me as I may require peace and quiet." He dashed off and Lucius nodded to himself.
"I thought so. Crafty as his father, if I do say so myself. I'll send any offerings up to his room."
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BG: So, first chapter….
OPY: We Did It!
BG: Phew…well, review if you want, it would be very much appreciated…
OPY: And we're trying our hardest on the next instalment..