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CONSTRUCTIVE criticism with gratitude. So to proceed…
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. This story is not for profit or commercial use. The plot is ours, though, as is the name. Also, we don't own the Nelly Furtado song, Well Well.
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Glacialis Incendium
by The Hogwarts Two
Prologue: Well, Well
"The town officials are coming around today for house inspections," announced Mrs. Weasley as she slammed down a copy of The Canterbury Times on the kitchen table.
"Again?!" screeched the Weasley twins in perfect unison.
"Those fat twats came just last week," muttered Fred resentfully. "What are they really looking for anyways?"
The youngest Weasley, busy stacking up the breakfast dishes, dropped them loudly on the floor with a clatter. Oh no! she thought wildly. That means Edward is coming today, and my hair is all messed up!
"Inspector Edwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard…" trilled George, nudging his brother and chortling knowingly. Fred fluttered his eyelashes and giggled.
"Ginny!" berated Percy as he strode pompously in through the small doorway leading from the stairway to the kitchen. "Please try not to scatter the silverware on the kitchen tiles. We already have enough stains from Fred and George's experiments - " here he cast a black look at the sniggering twins – "without stepping on bits of bread and porridge - "
"We already have enough stains from those horrid twins," mimicked Ron as he stalked in.
Mrs. Weasley gaped at his dishevelled appearance – his usually neat and tucked in shirt now torn and muddy and his hair now caked in dried and slightly green milk.
Charlie came running in, casting an amused look at his younger brother.
"Tried to milk the cow again, have you, Ron?"
Ron retreated to a corner of the room, gnawing on a piece of hard bread and glowering darkly at the cow happily munching grass outside the window. "Stupid animal…"
A small disturbance in the hectic situation presented itself in the form of the fatigued Mr. Weasley's head falling in his own porridge bowl.
"Argh!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, whipping around for help. Finding none apparent she poked her husband fretfully. "Arthur, dear…Arthur…"
"Oh, my God!" screamed Arthur suddenly, popping his head out of the porridge and sending mushy bits flying across the room. "Percy! Percy! Noooooooooooo! Please …come baaaack…" and fell back into his porridge, sobbing fitfully.
"Good morning to you too, Dad," greeted Bill cheerfully as he sauntered in for breakfast, a crucifix earring dangling from his ear.
Mrs. Weasley gawked. "Bill, dear! What did you do…?"
"It's an expression of noninterventionism."
"What?"
"No, never mind, I don't know what it means myself."
Ah, breakfast at the Burrow.
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The Malfoy Manor was gigantic, looming formidably above the tiny village below. Two large and black gates protected the mansion from unwelcome guests, complete with spiked fences and tall shadowy trees. The manor's three levels, each having twenty rooms, presented a never-ending maze to the unsuspecting visitor. But for Draco Malfoy, it was home.
"Morning, Master Draco," squeaked a small serving-maid who curtsied, wobbling, into the bedroom, and deposited her large tray of morning bath towels onto the expansive double bed.
He nodded curtly to her and strode to the windows to throw open the heavy drapes, letting the morning sunshine flood the dark room with its light. The girl quickly retreated out of the room, leaving Draco alone to ponder his schedule for the day.
Fortunately, his math tutor was away because of 'certain discomforts of the stomach', so he was free from fractions and those horrible things called 'demicals', or something, at least for the day. And breakfast in the Great Hall was delayed until nine, because his father had fired the head cook for dropping his hat in the former's presence; not to mention that the rest of kitchen staff had trouble boiling water. Well, that left him his morning bath to be taken before breakfast!
"My, my, how eventful," he mused under his breath sarcastically, already tired of the day. "If something different doesn't happen today then I'm going to go conkers."
Cold grey eyes stared back at him in the mirror, looking bored and devoid of any other emotion. Pale blond hair, almost white in the sun, fell over his eyes in a curtain of silk and he blew it back upwards in exasperation. "Try using a wet comb, dear," advised the cheerful mirror.
Boooooooriiiiiiing…as usual, he thought.
Well, well, what do I say
Looks like what goes around comes around
I say what I mean but I don't mean what I say
Well, well, it's fine out today
I say what I mean but I don't mean what I say
Well, well, it's fine out
Well, well, what do I say
I've never seen a bad day look quite this way
And well, well, what do I do
Then you get to the part where your heart just wants to die
1 Then you get to the part where your heart screams it just sighs
Then you get to the part where your heart knows it's a crime
So it flies like a bird, it's heard, it's heard, it's heard the word
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Ginny pottered (A/N: No pun intended…don't ask if you didn't get that) around the kitchen nervously, ducking behind the counter whenever someone walked by their front door. George, Fred, and Ron were outside helping their father with the chores, and Mrs. Weasley was upstairs doing the laundry. That left Bill and Charlie to tidy up the house for the inspectors, while Ginny nervously plucked at her shirt and hair.
A clatter of hooves outside announced the arrival of the inspectors, sending Ginny into a tizzy. She flew behind the counter and ducked down, peering around the corner of it. Bill took off his earring and Charlie opened the door with a forced smile.
"Good morning…er…gentlemen."
They nodded to him and strode in the house, looking around. Ginny's heart started beating faster when they came close to her, and she could see Edward's face. She sighed and swooned, coming dangerously close to falling into the kitchen loo.
Mr. Weasley came into the room, arguing loudly with Ron. "No, I want you to learn how to milk the cow. Come on, you at least have to know how to do that! What are you going to feed your wife when you get older?! You know I like my grandchildren nicely plump-"
"Dad! You know the cow hates me! Which is fine with me because I hate her too! Stupid blundering useless animal! Well, not useless, but I'd like to see her produce one pail of milk by the end of her sorry cow life! What with those-" Ron stopped abruptly as he noticed the inspectors in the room, who had all stopped to look at him. He turned red and mumbled something unintelligible. Mr. Weasley composed himself briefly, and bowed. "I'm very sorry. We weren't expecting you this early-"
"We want to know if you have a young girl, around the ages of 13 to 20 here," Edward cut in quickly. "The Malfoys need a new serving maid in the manor." Mrs. Weasley, who was just coming down the stairs, gasped as she heard the last part.
Ginny blanched. I'm 14.
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"Erm, we don't have a daughter," Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "As you can see, we only have seven boys and they do not in any way resemble girls-"
"Or maybe some of them do," whispered Fred to George, looking pointedly at Percy with distaste.
"Seven boys?" queried a porky-looking official. "I can only see six."
Ginny quaked nervously behind the counter. The Malfoy Manor! Terrible tales are told of that awful place…so hideously black and shadowy. And of young Master Malfoy – the servant girls who are fired come back to tell of strange happenings in his bedroom, like small explosions and scorch marks…almost like magic! But of course, nobody dares accuse the bailiff's son of witchcraft when his father is a great witch-burning activist himself.
Getting more and more distracted, Ginny shuffled closer and closer to the edge of the counter in her hurry to sneak back to her room, not noticing the small stack of wet and dirty washcloths which lay in her path.
"Augh!"
The inspectors jumped backwards at the small hunched figure that rolled out from under the counter, coughing madly. Standing slowly up with terror in her eyes, Ginny Weasley raised her head hesitantly to look up at the men.
*~End of Prologue~*
The Hogwarts Two: Hey, what do you think of that? We have the whole story planned out, and we hope to have the first chapter posted soon. So, please review and tell us what you think!
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. This story is not for profit or commercial use. The plot is ours, though, as is the name. Also, we don't own the Nelly Furtado song, Well Well.
~*~*~*~
Glacialis Incendium
by The Hogwarts Two
Prologue: Well, Well
"The town officials are coming around today for house inspections," announced Mrs. Weasley as she slammed down a copy of The Canterbury Times on the kitchen table.
"Again?!" screeched the Weasley twins in perfect unison.
"Those fat twats came just last week," muttered Fred resentfully. "What are they really looking for anyways?"
The youngest Weasley, busy stacking up the breakfast dishes, dropped them loudly on the floor with a clatter. Oh no! she thought wildly. That means Edward is coming today, and my hair is all messed up!
"Inspector Edwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard…" trilled George, nudging his brother and chortling knowingly. Fred fluttered his eyelashes and giggled.
"Ginny!" berated Percy as he strode pompously in through the small doorway leading from the stairway to the kitchen. "Please try not to scatter the silverware on the kitchen tiles. We already have enough stains from Fred and George's experiments - " here he cast a black look at the sniggering twins – "without stepping on bits of bread and porridge - "
"We already have enough stains from those horrid twins," mimicked Ron as he stalked in.
Mrs. Weasley gaped at his dishevelled appearance – his usually neat and tucked in shirt now torn and muddy and his hair now caked in dried and slightly green milk.
Charlie came running in, casting an amused look at his younger brother.
"Tried to milk the cow again, have you, Ron?"
Ron retreated to a corner of the room, gnawing on a piece of hard bread and glowering darkly at the cow happily munching grass outside the window. "Stupid animal…"
A small disturbance in the hectic situation presented itself in the form of the fatigued Mr. Weasley's head falling in his own porridge bowl.
"Argh!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, whipping around for help. Finding none apparent she poked her husband fretfully. "Arthur, dear…Arthur…"
"Oh, my God!" screamed Arthur suddenly, popping his head out of the porridge and sending mushy bits flying across the room. "Percy! Percy! Noooooooooooo! Please …come baaaack…" and fell back into his porridge, sobbing fitfully.
"Good morning to you too, Dad," greeted Bill cheerfully as he sauntered in for breakfast, a crucifix earring dangling from his ear.
Mrs. Weasley gawked. "Bill, dear! What did you do…?"
"It's an expression of noninterventionism."
"What?"
"No, never mind, I don't know what it means myself."
Ah, breakfast at the Burrow.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The Malfoy Manor was gigantic, looming formidably above the tiny village below. Two large and black gates protected the mansion from unwelcome guests, complete with spiked fences and tall shadowy trees. The manor's three levels, each having twenty rooms, presented a never-ending maze to the unsuspecting visitor. But for Draco Malfoy, it was home.
"Morning, Master Draco," squeaked a small serving-maid who curtsied, wobbling, into the bedroom, and deposited her large tray of morning bath towels onto the expansive double bed.
He nodded curtly to her and strode to the windows to throw open the heavy drapes, letting the morning sunshine flood the dark room with its light. The girl quickly retreated out of the room, leaving Draco alone to ponder his schedule for the day.
Fortunately, his math tutor was away because of 'certain discomforts of the stomach', so he was free from fractions and those horrible things called 'demicals', or something, at least for the day. And breakfast in the Great Hall was delayed until nine, because his father had fired the head cook for dropping his hat in the former's presence; not to mention that the rest of kitchen staff had trouble boiling water. Well, that left him his morning bath to be taken before breakfast!
"My, my, how eventful," he mused under his breath sarcastically, already tired of the day. "If something different doesn't happen today then I'm going to go conkers."
Cold grey eyes stared back at him in the mirror, looking bored and devoid of any other emotion. Pale blond hair, almost white in the sun, fell over his eyes in a curtain of silk and he blew it back upwards in exasperation. "Try using a wet comb, dear," advised the cheerful mirror.
Boooooooriiiiiiing…as usual, he thought.
Well, well, what do I say
Looks like what goes around comes around
I say what I mean but I don't mean what I say
Well, well, it's fine out today
I say what I mean but I don't mean what I say
Well, well, it's fine out
Well, well, what do I say
I've never seen a bad day look quite this way
And well, well, what do I do
Then you get to the part where your heart just wants to die
1 Then you get to the part where your heart screams it just sighs
Then you get to the part where your heart knows it's a crime
So it flies like a bird, it's heard, it's heard, it's heard the word
~~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny pottered (A/N: No pun intended…don't ask if you didn't get that) around the kitchen nervously, ducking behind the counter whenever someone walked by their front door. George, Fred, and Ron were outside helping their father with the chores, and Mrs. Weasley was upstairs doing the laundry. That left Bill and Charlie to tidy up the house for the inspectors, while Ginny nervously plucked at her shirt and hair.
A clatter of hooves outside announced the arrival of the inspectors, sending Ginny into a tizzy. She flew behind the counter and ducked down, peering around the corner of it. Bill took off his earring and Charlie opened the door with a forced smile.
"Good morning…er…gentlemen."
They nodded to him and strode in the house, looking around. Ginny's heart started beating faster when they came close to her, and she could see Edward's face. She sighed and swooned, coming dangerously close to falling into the kitchen loo.
Mr. Weasley came into the room, arguing loudly with Ron. "No, I want you to learn how to milk the cow. Come on, you at least have to know how to do that! What are you going to feed your wife when you get older?! You know I like my grandchildren nicely plump-"
"Dad! You know the cow hates me! Which is fine with me because I hate her too! Stupid blundering useless animal! Well, not useless, but I'd like to see her produce one pail of milk by the end of her sorry cow life! What with those-" Ron stopped abruptly as he noticed the inspectors in the room, who had all stopped to look at him. He turned red and mumbled something unintelligible. Mr. Weasley composed himself briefly, and bowed. "I'm very sorry. We weren't expecting you this early-"
"We want to know if you have a young girl, around the ages of 13 to 20 here," Edward cut in quickly. "The Malfoys need a new serving maid in the manor." Mrs. Weasley, who was just coming down the stairs, gasped as she heard the last part.
Ginny blanched. I'm 14.
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"Erm, we don't have a daughter," Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "As you can see, we only have seven boys and they do not in any way resemble girls-"
"Or maybe some of them do," whispered Fred to George, looking pointedly at Percy with distaste.
"Seven boys?" queried a porky-looking official. "I can only see six."
Ginny quaked nervously behind the counter. The Malfoy Manor! Terrible tales are told of that awful place…so hideously black and shadowy. And of young Master Malfoy – the servant girls who are fired come back to tell of strange happenings in his bedroom, like small explosions and scorch marks…almost like magic! But of course, nobody dares accuse the bailiff's son of witchcraft when his father is a great witch-burning activist himself.
Getting more and more distracted, Ginny shuffled closer and closer to the edge of the counter in her hurry to sneak back to her room, not noticing the small stack of wet and dirty washcloths which lay in her path.
"Augh!"
The inspectors jumped backwards at the small hunched figure that rolled out from under the counter, coughing madly. Standing slowly up with terror in her eyes, Ginny Weasley raised her head hesitantly to look up at the men.
*~End of Prologue~*
The Hogwarts Two: Hey, what do you think of that? We have the whole story planned out, and we hope to have the first chapter posted soon. So, please review and tell us what you think!