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Revenge of the prefect's badge

Chap 1: OROB and the Flashie Backie

Wild winds stormed around the Castle of Death. I looked over my shoulder. No sign of Dobby. "Good, the coast is clear." I murmured.

How that dammed elf knew what I was up to I'll never know. But know he did.

"Have to stay alert." I thought. No need to draw attention to myself by using majic powers in the Muggleland.

"What? That was close." I trembled with anticipation the prize was in sight. Just a few more moments and this story, dear reader, will be over. Time to reflect on the how, on the why, on the whatever……..

Was it only 5 days ago when the despicable Dan Radcliffe walked into my private rooms at the Min of Maj? Hard to believe, but true…..

Flashie-backie.

"What are you up to, Orob?" Dan'd said. "No good I imagine."

How young 5th Form students thought they could speak to prefects in such an off-hand manner was beyond me. Was it then that the idea first formed to put an end to DR? Probably. Majestic thoughts filled my magnificent mind. Time for the spell I'd been conjuring up for what seemed like forever, "Cup-in-a-Mug, cup-in-a-mug. Eye of muggle, skin of slug. Make DR no more-o. Make Dan die tomorrow."

DR's response? He just laughed in my face. "Call that a spell? You pathetic octogenarian prefect."

These words hurt. No one, especially when they are 84, like to be reminded that they have been stuck in the Upper 6th for over 60 years. Like it was my fault. It had been DR's Great, Grandad, Ran Dadcliffe, that had spoiled the undoubted Darkart career I had laid before me. Was it only 67 years ago? Hard to believe, but true……...

Flashie-backie 67 years ago.

"What you up to, Orob" Ran'd said. "No good I imagine."

How that young 5th former thought he could speak to me, a prefect, in such an off-hand manner was beyond me. Was it then that the idea first formed to put an end to him? Probably. Majestic thoughts filled my magnificent mind. Time for the spell I'd been conjuring up all day "Cup-in-a-Mug, cup-in-a-mug. Eye of muggle, skin of slug. Make RD no more-o. Make Ran die tomorrow."

My spell backfired when Ran just laughed in my face. "Call that a spell? You pathetic moronic prefect?"……….

But now cold revenge was within my grasp. Just a few moments more. Look. There. Is that it? Is this the sweet taste of revenge I taste on my lips? It is delicious.

My old prefect's badge glimmered in the cut grass of the lawn of the Castle of Death. I reached out. I could almost feel it in my hand. But. A hand pressed on my shoulder. Hand did I say? More like a claw. An elf claw. It could only mean one thing. Dobby had found me!…

AN- Two years worth of work follows. Please review and please be kind!

I'd like to thank my Beta, Fudge, and her best friend, Cup-In-A-Mug!

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