A.N: This is a much shorter chapter, I apologize, but I'm going to try to update my story every Monday. My previous chapter had three full days worth of work, while this is only two half days. I hope you enjoy my story, and thank you all of those who reviewed! I really appreciate it. And Jean won't burn Death's door off its hinges, because she'd probably talk it's ears off first, before playing around with it by slowly scorching it, and then proceeding to use it as charcoal. How and why, I'm not sure. But it's Jean, she's pretty… eccentric, let's put it there. Spoiler, by the way, Jane is much older than she acts, but she likes doing so because it keeps people on guard during fights. Another spoiler, this chapter ends with a much more depressing tone. And many references to the Fate franchise. All I can say is, Zelretch is one hell of a troll.
Please tell me this is the movie universe, and not the book universe.
Because if it's the one following the book's general plot, I'm definitely bringing unwanted attention to myself should I be around Barty Crouch Jr when he casts the Dark Mark.
… Probably adopt Winky and prevent the beautiful pairing of Dobby and Winky.
Sigh…
Repercussions…
And because of me, Bill's likely never going to even meet Fleur if we continue down this route, which will result in the loss of the house Harry and gang would need to stay in, and it's also where Dobby's grave would be.
And way before that, there would be no wedding for the Death Eaters to crash, meaning less security around the Burrow, and likely more casualties.
Back's too warm now, time to lie on my side.
And because of that, the Weasleys would be in even more trouble…
And when I factor in the butterfly effect, there would be even more consequences due to the entropy or the chaotic nature of whatever…
I really screwed up…
Argh… Ok, so if I nip this by its bud now, things might go smoothly.
But keyword is might.
And with me here as a relative of the Lovegood family, I might be able to defend Luna from being taken by the Death Eaters, unless they use some underhanded methods. Or… I would be another hostage for them to use against dad.
I really need to be strong, huh?
Damn.
And I thought Harry Potter has it hard.
He just needs to travel with two of his best friends, deal with the fallout of a Horcrux messing with their heads, and destroy five, maybe even three of them before facing the Dark Lord. And a tournament he never wanted to compete in, a bitchy teacher, facing the Dark Lord himself for the first time, Dumbledore's death, Snape pretending to be a traitor and more.
Whereas I need to carefully navigate through my everyday actions to make it so that the desired outcome of the world would be the same or better as the one in the books or movies.
Huh, his situation sounds much worse when I put it this way.
And it's about three to four years too early for me to even start comparing what might happen, what could happen and what happened before it even happens.
Ok, calm down, me. You're only going to get insomnia if you keep panicking about stuff years in advance.
Plus for all I know Fleur and I might not even end up as a thing by the end of this year, hell even this week.
Calm down… calm down…
Jon used Calm Mind, it was super effective!
Heh…
Now I'm curious if Pokemon is even a thing in the Wizarding world.
Probably not, since magic, being a shitty deus ex machina, prevents the use of technology.
But now that I'm on this subject, what would happen should I shoot Voldermort with a spell that cleanses the soul?
Is there even such a spell?
If there is, theoretically speaking, we could heal him till his soul destroys itself. Because his soul has been under immense stress with the 'ripping apart of soul' thing, we could force it to fully heal, which stresses the soul even more. And once the soul passes a point of stress, it would give up on living and just die. But what is that breaking point? And how stressed is his soul?
Hell, do different souls have different stressing points?
I need more information about this, but I can't ask the tome since it's dark and I don't want to light a lamp and wake Luna up, who's sleeping in the bed beside mine.
Back to speculating.
In four more days, the last match of the World Cup will be held, and the night after that, the Death Eaters will make their move. When the Death Eaters are finishing, Barty Crouch Jr will make his move near the woods. I need to make sure I don't go anywhere near the woods at that moment.
So do I want to stay in the camp areas and defend the Muggles? That would mean risking attention from the Dark Lord, if I use Jane and Daedric magic, and possible death and imprisonment by the Death Eaters since I would appear to be opposing them.
I like my freedom and current life, so I'll skip option number two.
But if I summon Jane during the chaos, when no one is looking, she can help the Muggles and I won't be suspected of summoning her since I'm just a student at Hogwarts.
But Fleur knows about her…
Shit, I really didn't think this through.
Ok, new plan.
Learn how to summon a different element of Atronach, and cross my fingers and hope that no one will know about it. Or the 'Reanimate Dead' spell.
Is that even Daedric magic? Or is it mortal magic from Skyrim?
… Another thing to ask the tome, I suppose.
I turned onto my left side now.
In three days, the Weasleys will be coming, and I don't remember if the Lovegood family met any of them during their stay here.
Should I introduce myself to them, or has this body already met them before I started living in it?
… Questions to ask the tome has gone up to three now.
Meridia might not be there to take control of my body and talk to them anyways, so I need to learn more about myself.
That sounds so wrong now.
Hmmm…
I need a notebook to write my ramblings, should I die before Voldy dies. At least someone else will know about it. But then again, the wizards and witches supporting Voldy might get a hold of it…
Why is this so complicated? Why can't I be strong enough to just bust down Voldy's front door, kill him, then destroy each of his Horcruxes?
… Oh yeah, I'm just a Muggle under this Wizard body.
Heh, I still do things the Muggle way. Despite being a Wizard, and being able to use Daedric fire, I still light up candles with matches.
Then again, I could train myself for two to three years in magic, both Wizard and Daedric, before going to confront Voldy.
But it will be painful, arduous and a huge waste of my god damn time. I have a new life now, I'm not going to waste it on some Dark Lord that can't even use common sense.
I mean Sirius-ly (PUNS), the 'oh so horrible' Dark Lord has hundreds upon thousands of opportunities to kill Harry, and he doesn't!
Hell, like in the Graveyard after he is 'reborn'.
A quick 'Avada Kedevra' would not only end any possible wars, but also any opposition in his rise to power, since people of this age rely so much on prophecies. The prophecy even gives HIM a chance to rise, he just needs to kill the little shit in front of him to do so.
'Boy-who-lived' my ass, it's the 'Dumb-ass-who-can't-even-kill-a-child' Voldermort, the 'biggest, baddest and baldest' of the Dark Lords that screws up.
Now I'm curious if this world has any deviations from the original ones.
If this world's Harry Potter is a pompous ass, and so is every Light wizard and witch, I'm defecting to the Dark side, just so I can kill them slowly, by breaking their every toe and finger, crushing their bones to dust and burn their skin into charcoal before healing them back with potions. As a final troll, I'll cut their Achilles tendon and show them the door.
… That was horribly dark of me.
Too dark, in fact.
Damn, I'm going through another one of 'those', aren't I?
Shit, women have it better. They bleed for a week and get mood swings, whereas I get tendencies to kill and torture people.
Damn it Yamori! I knew I shouldn't have watched that torture scene in Tokyo Ghoul.
A thousand minus seven is nine hundred ninety three.
Brrrgh, let's try to focus on other stuff.
Plans for my stay in this world.
The most important one: Survive, unless I do something stupid and deserve to die.
Number two, aid in Voldy's downfall.
Number three, Live a meaningful life.
Hell if I know what that means, the first life I knew was a boring cycle, but hey, everyone writes that down on their bucket list and ignores it until they die.
So rant aside…
The sun is rising.
...
Fuck me.
"Are you alright Jon? You look like you didn't sleep well."
Heh, I didn't sleep at all.
"No, I'm fine."
"If you say so."
Oh Luna, if only you knew what is going on in this fucked up head of mine…
You would probably go crazy.
Sigh, cleanse the evil thoughts of madness with coffee, Jon.
…
Ah, that hit the spot.
Coffee is the nectar of the gods!
Wait…
The cup of coffee is to my left.
So what's in my right hand?
…
It's tea.
I retain my internal praising of the coffee. However tea is now contesting with coffee in my opinion of best beverage to consume in the morning.
I glared at the cup of tinted liquid.
Why did you have to be so good and be in such a little cup?
I poured myself another cup.
"So do the two of you have any plans for today?" I asked.
Dad nodded his head, still staring at the bread like his face was going to introduce itself very soon.
I tapped his hand, and he jerked up.
"Yes. I have to meet some of the publishers of the Quibbler today. They wanted to see Luna too. Her articles have intrigued them. We will be gone till the evening."
I nodded. Understandable, since Luna would likely be a writer in the rest of the Quibbler pretty soon, and there are a lot of people making the Quibbler a thing that exists, so dad needs to see a lot of people.
"Alright. I'll find a way to entertain myself then."
Luna giggled.
"Last time you said that the kitchen went up in flames."
I mock glared at her.
"At least I can cook." I grumbled before I downed another cup of tea.
She nodded, agreeing.
"Sorry Jon, but we need to go in five minutes. Luna, make sure you have all you need."
Dad left rather quickly.
The noises of fumbling and swearing made me smile.
He forgot his own stuff. Heh.
"And you, Luna?"
She held up a bag.
Ooooh, she was prepared.
Clever girl.
"Thanks for the breakfast Jon!"
Dad said right before he apparated with Luna.
Home alone.
Technically alone, cause the shouts and screams outside don't count as company.
Time to learn more about me then.
It still sounds wrong in my head, which means it'll sound worse when I say it out loud.
… Thank Meridia that this isn't some screwed up piece of fanfiction where the main character says everything he thinks out loud.
But since the multi-verse is real, there's a fanfic about me saying these shit out loud in a screwed up world somewhere out there…
I'm suddenly glad I know how to keep my mouth shut.
What do I want to do…
…
Oh, won't you tell me? Please just tell me.
Explain how this should work.
Well now who could it be, that lives inside of me?
I'm broken, lying helpless, shattered,
Surrounded by the world.
…
Well that was random.
Unravel's lyrics make sense now, or sort of make sense.
I'm not the me who I used to be, so who is it that's in me now?
I am out of place, in this world that is totally familiar yet foreign, and I'm here by myself.
My mum, dad and sisters are still at home…
I miss them.
Ah, haven't had a cry like that for ages.
Go away heartache, you know I can't change the fact that I'm here by myself.
Alone.
…
I really should stop thinking about it.
Well, I need a good exercise anyways, might as well go for a jog.
Music player, headphones and the tome, checked.
Time to go.
Ow, my eyes.
Was the sun always this bright?
Sigh, I've been inside for too long.
Alright headphones on, music on, time to take a jog.
Damn.
I hoped not to bump into her again. But a part of me hoped to bum into her.
I waved as she came closer to where I was seated.
Speaking of which…
She looks like she had a hell of a night.
Almost literally.
Eye bags and droopy eyes. She was slouching, and her sister was next to her, pulling her by her sleeve.
"Hello, girls."
Calm thyself down, clear the air with her when we're alone, and most importantly, don't rush things.
"Bonjour Monsieur Jon!" Gabrielle seemed cheerful.
Fleur just waved, obviously tired.
"Jesus Fleur, what happened to you?"
She glared at Gabrielle, whom started to look around innocently.
"Nothing." She grumbled.
I nodded.
Nothing means something happened.
Because logic.
"Alright. So…?"
Just tell me what you want to tell me and move on.
"Just wanted to say hi." Gabrielle seemed to almost chirp.
Oooookaaaay…
"Well, you said it." I leaned against the bench's back rest. She looked like she wanted to say more.
"Well, Jean is coming. You probably want to say what you want to say quickly."
He seemed to be seething. He's dressed differently from yesterday. Gone was the suit, and he was donned in Muggle clothing.
Huh, now that I noticed him, Fleur and her sister are dressed like Muggles too.
Huh.
"What are you doing with my children?"
Well someone's jealous today.
"Just talking."
I'm too tired to even think of a pun or inappropriate joke.
"And you might want to note that they came to me."
He turned to them, but they were long gone.
He turned back to me, eyebrows furrowing together.
"I assure you, Monsieur Delacour, I have no intentions of harming your daughters in any way."
He muttered under his breath.
God damn it, why didn't I set the headphones' volume to a lower level? Now I'm slightly deaf.
"Anyways," He cleared his throat.
"I wished to ask you about the men whom you encountered that night."
Oh? Official business?
"Sure."
"You said that they had marks on their forearms?"
I shrugged. Play this off well…
"I might be wrong. I was high on adrenaline and I didn't pay close attention to their forearms when their wands were pointed at me." Bullshit and he knows it. "That and they could just had tattoos on them that look like the Dark Mark. But assuming I was correct in identification, what is it to you?"
He scowled at me, before glancing around.
Making sure the coast is clear, huh? I can fight back, you know? My wand is literally in my hand now.
"I've heard about the Dark Lord. What can you tell me about him?"
Information huh?
"Weren't you alive back in his rule? You should know better than me, diplomat."
He was almost snarling.
"I know, just tell me what you can about him."
Snicker snicker snicker.
Which reminds me to check if Snickers, the snack, exists here.
"From what I read from history books and newspapers, he had an unknown alias before becoming Voldermort," He flinched. Oh for the love of… "and he gained many allies in the form of Dark families and groups, mostly those which are against Muggles, like the Black family. He formed a group called the 'Death Eaters', and reigned for about twenty years, nine in secret and eleven in the War, before he went to kill the Potter family, and disappeared, leaving Harry Potter the only survivor."
He nodded, eyes unfocused.
And his name is Thomas Riddle Junior, a muggleborn. Also likes to tear his soul into pieces in his spare time.
"That's all?"
I nodded.
Wait, I should troll him now that the 'official business' thing seems to be over.
"Oh and one more, quite important really,"
He leaned in.
"He's behind you."
I ran off laughing like a maniac.
Heh, that was fun.
Ignoring the fact that he caught up with me and stunned my ass down like a lawn mower, of course.
Small details.
Like my hurting ass.
Ow, I shouldn't sit so fast.
Sigh…
…
Where am I now?
I should head back the way I came from.
"Are you ok?"
Huh.
It's a stranger.
Would you look at that.
"I'm fine." I waved him off.
"You look like hell though."
His voice was filled with amusement.
"I'm fine." I repeated.
"Sure."
…
This guy…
"Meridia sent me."
Wait whaaaaaaa?
"What?"
"Yeah, she's busy with dealing with other realms, but sent me to pass you this."
In his hand was what appeared to look like a wooden gauntlet.
Cedar and Dogwood, with a covering of Hornbeam. The insides were lined with unicorn hair and phoenix feathers. The runes inside the gauntlet were 'Protect', 'Fire' and 'Bar from' in Celtic.
Huh, fire protection.
"It's for your familiar."
His voice shook me out of my trance.
"Thanks."
Hang on a moment…
"How did you know I have a familiar?"
He winked, before showing me the back of his left hand.
A small, dark blue mark was there, resembling a mark made by a blue pen.
But… but…
He grinned.
"Good luck, kid."
…
Future me IS an asshole!
Okay, let's apply Fate logic here. Assuming Zelretch is real, which he is since I'm in another world, the Second Magic is real too, which means that the multi-verse is real. And that there are infinite versions of me out there. So that version of me must have gone through this before, if he knows what's about to happen and wish me good luck. But at the same time… hm… constants and variables, maybe? BioShock Infinite quote.
Fun-sies.
But that means that he got that burn from that time…
Oh wow. I hope he wasn't part of a deviation of this timeline I'm in now. Or deviation of this universe and he came here with a mix of dimension hopping and time travel.…
My head hurts is too early in the god damned morning to be thinking of these kind of complex stuff. I need a cup of coffee.
Luckily for me, there was a stall selling coffee set up near to the path I jogged on.
I bought a large mug of coffee for nine Sickles. I vaguely remember that a Galleon is worth about six, maybe seven US dollars, so this cup of coffee cost me about three, four dollars.
I need to find cheaper coffee.
But it's surprisingly good.
I swirled the hot liquid around in the mug.
I should reevaluate my situation here.
For starters, I'm a Muggle, mentally, with the magic of Daedra and Wizards.
I feel attached to the Lovegood family, despite being here for only three days and not talking much to them. I think I can even say that I think of them as family.
I have a possibly romantic relationship with Fleur Delacour, a TriWzard champion in a few months, daughter of the French diplomat and a Veela.
Come on, prepare for the worst.
Voldemort learns of me, and either aggressively tries to recruit me into his circle of assholes, or kills me.
My new family gets kidnapped, instead of just Luna, later on, by Voldy to try to control me.
I need to see if I can secure that little house by the beach, but I'm not sure where it is, so that Harry and gang can rest up and go rob Gringotts. And prepare a space for Dobby.
Ok me, let's plan for this year first. Don't plan too far. If it screws up early on I have to plan again.
Small goals this year, either break up with Fleur, convince her I don't like her romantically or go with the flow.
Not get involved in the TriWizard tournament. Because water and being alone in dark places make me shit myself mentally.
Try to get Barty Crouch Jr to be exposed before Harry comes out of the labyrinth. No need to take unnecessary risks, because Voldy might be smart in this world and just let his followers kill the poor boy.
Learn more about Jane, and how my growth affects her.
Other than these, I think I'm good.
For now.
…
Shiet I forgot about the other aspects of the future.
I need to train myself in the Daedric magic.
Preferably in bound weapons, if I can use them.
Then I can pull of an EMIYA and make people scared shitless with floating weapons pointed at them.
Speaking of EMIYA, can I Trace weapons?
…
Best not dabble in something I have close to zero knowledge in.
And I might die even if I did it correctly.
I need some form of defensive magic as well.
Perhaps a bound shield would work?
Then I could upgrade it once I understand how it works, into seven layers that need the equivalent of an Avada Kedevra to pierce through each layer.
Then call it Rho Aias.
Damn I would be such a badass.
Now now me, focus…
Goals for magic, get stronger by learning more, and experimenting with spells.
Wizard magic is useful as well, I should learn more when I'm in Hogwarts.
… I think that's about it.
It's a good thing I have this tome with me, I'd probably forget most of these in a week.
Speaking of which…
I scribbled on the tome, "Is there anyway for other people to see the contents of you?"
The ink was absorbed into the pages, before forming the words, 'Yes, but only if you give them authorization by writing their names on the first page.'
Good.
This tome is surprisingly useful.
Hang on a moment…
"Can I contact Meridia using you?"
The ink was absorbed, before the reply wrote itself on the page.
I burst out laughing, uncaring about the others looking at me.
'I am Meridia.'
Damn, she must be really good at multi tasking to manage other realms whilst replying my dumb questions.
Sigh…
Time to finish this coffee, before heading back.
…
When I said I was heading back, I was joking.
I'm taking a longer, more scenic route.
Yeah, totally different from getting lost.
Definitely.
…
Fuck me.
Let's see what's around us, shall we?
Tent, tent even more tents, oh guess what's over there?
A FUCKING TENT.
WHERE AM I IN THIS FUCKING CONFUSING MASSIVE CAMPING GROUND?
AND WHY IS EVERYONE STARING AT ME?
…
Am I making faces again?
Probably am.
Let's start grinning at all of them.
They turned their attention away.
A wise decision.
Heh, the last time that happened, I made the teacher shit himself.
Boring tests and me don't mix well.
AUUUUUUUUURRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
WHERE AM I?
The stadium is all the way over there, and the tent is about fifteen minutes away from the south entrance, let's start from there.
I am definitely not lost, and anyone who tells me otherwise can shove their correct assumption up their arses.
'You know, you could always summon me.'
…
This is ridiculous.
You barely know the place better than me, Jane.
And I'll summon you later, but not now, not when we're in the open.
I swear we just walked past that family's tent three times now
Sigh…
Why do I feel like someone up there is trolling me now?
*In another franchise, an old trolly wizard is grinning now.*
Fuck it, I wasn't planning on going back anyways.
I'll find some place isolated to summon you, alright Jane?
'Mhmm!'
Speaking of which, have you tried to make that shield charm yet?
'I tried many times, but no matter how I did it, it didn't work.'
Her pouting is incredibly, and painfully, obvious.
Maybe this will help you Jane.
I took out the wooden gauntlet.
It feels flexible, far too flexible for wood.
'What's that Master?'
If I'm not wrong, it's a focus for the magic around you, so you can cast Wizard spells easier.
…
My ears hurt from that squeal, Jane, and we're speaking in a MENTAL link.
'Sorry.'
You don't sound sorry at all.
…
Are you sticking your tongue at me?
'… No.'
Somehow I don't believe you.
…
You're pouting now, aren't you.
'Bleh. Oh look at me, I'm Master, I'm so mature.'
…
That sounds scarily like me.
And please don't mock me.
'Fine.'
Thank you.
'But I still get to play, right?'
If someone denies you your playing, you have my permission to burn their hair off.
Ah, this looks far enough from everyone else.
"Conjure Familiar."
The orb appeared in my right hand again.
I snapped my fingers.
The portal opened, and Jane came out.
She looks… different from the last time I saw her.
"What happened to you?"
Her horns were more prominent, and the fire surrounding her was tinged blue now.
"I'm not sure, I was practicing that shield charm after I learnt some Daedric spells, and I changed."
"And you didn't think it was something to tell me?"
She laughed nervously.
Sigh, what am I going to do with you…
"Before I forget, here's the gauntlet."
She took it, and slid her right arm into it.
It fit perfectly.
She tried to form the shield charm, and the shimmer in the air was VERY obvious.
Her ten minutes of cheering and casting shield charms was very interesting to watch.
"So what did you learn at Oblivion?"
"I found this spell that lets me create pointy things!"
"You mean spears?"
She shook her head, and raised her left hand.
The hilt of a sword was conjured onto her palm.
…
"Jane?"
"Yes Master?"
"If I ever fail to learn this, you have my permission to kick my ass six ways to Sunday."
-and so if I can conjure them in air, I should be able to hold them there.
"Master?"
"Yes Jane?"
"The sun is setting."
"Oh. Thank you."
Well that was fun.
And time passed quickly too.
But if the sun is setting, that means…
Oh my lord.
I managed to maintain Jane here for more than ten hours.
…
Am I a Gary Sue?
I don't want to be a Gary Sue.
Unless the gauntlet helped take the load of the magic off of me, by channeling magic into Jane's corporal form.
That explanation is much better than me being overpowered as hell suddenly over two days.
Yes, I'm sticking with that then.
You know, the spell to conjure weapons is surprisingly versatile.
I managed to create a working pen, but I needed to fill it up with ink.
So as long as I know how it works, I can create it.
So, can I create Noble Phantasms too?
But I don't know how they work. I can't understand the Gae Bolg's ability to split into thousands of mini projectiles, not the 'reverse' effect of 'I pierced the heart, so I must have hit him.'.
Nor Excalibur's overpowered slash or Rule Breaker's ability.
So I should just stick to normal weapons.
I feel so sad now…
But on the bright side, I can at least levitate a Bound weapon within a meter from me.
I guess if I practiced more, I should be able to conjure up at least twenty and hold them all for about a minute by end of the week, if I practiced regularly.
And if I can imbue them with Daedric fire…
…
Baby steps, Jon.
Plan totally badass attacks later, like a rain of burning swords, not when you can't even do the basic stuff.
Wizard spells are simple too.
It's just the wand movement and incantation.
And apparently if one gets experienced enough with a spell or his wand, the mere movement will suffice.
Speaking of which…
I need to use you more often, wand.
It's not fair that I've been using only Daedric magic.
…
Did you just…
This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder…
If you did just respond to my thoughts, wand?
Can you do that again?
…
Alright I got it, you can read my mind, stop levitating my shoes and shoving them in my face.
Thank you.
So you're sentient as well.
I know, it was a statement.
I'm seriously losing it aren't I?
This must be some bad dream, a really long, detailed and nice bad dream.
I'm sent to the Harry Potter world, with Daedric Princes interested in me, have a Flame Atronach as a familiar, and my wand is sentient enough to troll me by levitating my shoes.
…
I'm going to take sleep now.
"Jon wake up."
"Five more minutes."
"Jon, wake up now."
"Fine."
I've just had the weirdest dream.
I was in the Harry Potter world with a trolling wand and a childish familiar.
…
Wait it wasn't a dream.
"Morning Luna."
I tried my best not to yawn.
She looked at me disapprovingly.
How, I don't think I'll ever know.
"How is it that I, the younger one, have more responsibility than you?"
Oh piss off, you don't have to deal with a wand that trolls the shit out of you.
…
Did you just sass me?
You can't even talk to me and I know you sassed me.
See what I mean Luna?
I shrugged outwardly.
"No idea."
"Dad needs to go for a few days, to talk to more of his business partners."
"Which leaves us dad-less for the next few days."
She nodded.
Darn. And I can't just tell her about Jane too.
Why couldn't have Dad brought her along?
"So what do you want to do for the next few days?"
She shrugged.
"Let's get some breakfast first."
"I know a place."
At least I don't have to face many people on the way there, I suppose, since she's leading.
This has to have been set up before hand.
There is no way I keep meeting the Delacours everyday.
"Luna, you go on without me."
"But that's the man from that day. I'm staying with you."
Her hand was clutching onto her wand.
"Good morning, Monsieur Delacour, ladies."
Best to just take it into stride, then.
He nodded stiffly.
Does he have a stick up his ass all of a sudden, or what?
"Good morning."
The females greeted too.
"I don't suppose you've met my sister. Luna, this is Jean Delacour, the French diplomat."
Luna curtsied slightly, but she was still tensed.
"Bonjour."
Huh, Luna knows French.
That's interesting.
"Hi Luna!"
Gabrielle's always chirpy, it seems.
Probably shy on our first day of meeting.
"Mon amor, I have something to ask Jon. You girls go on ahead."
"Can I come too?"
GOD DAMN IT LUNA YOU JUST MET THEM!
YOU CAN'T EXPECT THEM TO SAY-
"Alright!"
…
I need a coffee.
"Monsieur Delacour, I'm sure we can discuss whatever you want over a cup of coffee."
He shook his head.
"I'll be quick."
Huh?
What the hell?
"Where are you bringing me?"
"To somewhere they won't be able to see and hear us."
…
So…
If he rapes me I'm cutting his dick off.
"Here should be fine."
"Alright, what do you want to talk about."
He glanced around.
"It's regarding an event held in your school this year. Fleur's school will be participating as well."
Oh?
He knows about the TriWizard tournament then?
"What event?"
"I can't say, but Fleur will likely be going to your school. Away from my protection. I need you to help me look over her."
"What sort of danger would she be in?" I dismissed that thought with a waved.
"We literally just met, three or four days ago. And I haven't really talked with Fleur much to even warrant this much responsibility from you. You're one to talk about protecting her. Does she even know?"
He bit his lower lip.
I guessed not.
"Look, I'll do what I can, but unless she asks me to help, I'm not going out of my way for her. Besides, I'm not even sure about our current relationship status."
He raised an eyebrow at this.
"You seem pretty close to her." He noted.
"Yeah, for the first two days. Now it's like she's distancing herself from me. I don't know what's going on, but I'm just going to go with my day as per normal."
He frowned, and muttered under his breath.
"I suppose I can go now? I need my morning coffee or I'll keel over pretty soon."
I'm such an asshole for leaving right after I said that. But hey, he's not stopping me.
Plus he's a dick from trying to stop me from having my coffee.
No one denies me coffee in the morning.
NO ONE.
Alright this is bullshit.
Not my coffee, it's fantastic.
Where the hell is Luna?
I can't find her in the tent, around the stalls and shops selling trinkets and stuff and the stadium.
Where is that bitch?
I swear, if I can't find her, I'm just going to give up on her.
It's not like we're siblings or anything.
…
Wow that's incredibly harsh.
Alright, I need to do this now. Sorry me.
What do you-
…
DID I JUST SLAP MYSELF?
WHAT THE HELL, ME?
You needed to calm down.
I'M PERFECTLY CALM!
…
…
…
Shiet.
Yeap.
I hate myself sometimes.
Don't worry I hate me too.
…
So on the subject on finding Luna?
Oh, yeah.
I could ask the tome to teach me the Clairvoyance spell and use it to track her down.
Or I could find a Wizard spell I could use to find her.
"Jon!"
"Jesus fucking Christ Luna!"
Or she could pop up right next to me.
"Where the hell were you?"
"The Delacours brought me shopping!"
She raised her hands filled with bags to emphasize.
"Here."
…
She just dumped all of the bags on me.
This brat.
"Where did you get the money to buy all these stuff?"
She laughed sheepishly.
Before showing me my pouch of Galleons.
Or what used to be my pouch filled with my Galleons.
That should have been used frugally as it's my entire month's allowance.
So apparently Luna Lovegood likes to shop. A lot.
"I'm telling Dad about this once he gets back."
"Please don't!"
Oh for the love of the thirteen Daedric Princes…
She's giving me the puppy eyes.
If anyone can resist those puppy eyes, they're worst than Dementors.
"Still gonna tell him."
PSYCHE!
She pouted.
"You're no fun today."
"I still have half of a cup of coffee to go, Luna. I'm pretty sure I'm still an asshole now."
She rolled her eyes, before tugging at my sleeve.
"You have to come along. We decided you need a wardrobe change."
"But you spent all my allowance of this month Luna."
She froze up.
"So yeah, let's get myself a wardrobe change."
She was shaking slightly.
"It's fine Luna, I still got the money I saved from the previous months. Don't be such a child."
She kicked me in the shin, eyes red.
"You're an asshole."
"If Dad heard that you'd be washing the dishes for the next year, young lady. Now bring me to my inevitable doom that is women dressing me up."
I have to say Fleur is really quiet.
Despite the numerous opportunities to talk, she prefers to just stand there and pretend to be busy.
But hey, I don't understand what's going on in there.
Must have been a two day thing, I suppose.
"How does this look?"
"For the last time, Luna, it's a shirt. It's not worth fifty Galleons."
She pouted.
"Just try it on."
Sigh…
Women sure like their clothing.
"Fine."
This world seems really fucked up now.
Who in their right minds would set up a clothing store on a Quidditch World Cup camping ground and sell non Quidditch related clothing?
Checkered shirt, black and white.
Seems to complement my jacket.
Ah, to hell with it.
I'll be their guinea pig for today.
Three more days till the 'riot'.
"How do I look?"
"You look absolutely beau."
An old lady just complemented me.
Should I be worried?
"Now for pants."
The pair of younger siblings, and mother left, leaving me alone with Fleur.
She looks tense.
"So how's the past few days been, Fleur?"
"It's been fine."
Oh?
Why so cold all of a sudden?
"Well, if you want to say anything, now's as good of a time as any."
She paused, for a moment.
"Yes. I wish to talk about us."
Better than before, but still cold.
I gestured for her to go on.
"I've been thinking, that we might not be…"
Ooohhh, so that's her point.
"Suitable for each other."
Sure.
I'll just ignore the stabbing sensation in my heart, until I get back to the tent.
"So you're suggesting…?"
"We go our separate ways."
"Sure. After this week you probably won't see me again. Being in separate countries and all."
She nodded.
…
You alright?
Of course I'm not. You should know. You're me.
Hey, just trying to help.
Well, don't. Because it's stupid.
Fine, be that way.
…
Sigh, we really are going to die alone, huh?
Maybe.
I'll take that as a yes.
Or perhaps we just haven't met the one yet?
You know as well as I do that that logic is flawed and I don't accept that bull.
…
Ahhh, a few more days...
Yes.
The riot shall begin.
You know, it's weird.
What is?
We met her only recently, literally four or five days, and we developed feelings for her.
True. It could be that I feel incredibly lonely, and thought of her in that way only to make myself feel better.
I made use of Jane too, to get attention from her.
Oh god, I'm so sorry Jane.
Sigh…
And we're only sixteen mentally.
Good going me, being all mature and shit at sixteen.
Body is seventeen, soul is sixteen, and maturity is somewhere past both of those ages.
Sigh…
What am I going to do with my life?
Probably die to some Death Eater in three days.
Or run away in a panicked state.
Maybe.
Omake (because I felt like writing it xD)
So, we meet again.
You horrible monstrosity.
I thought you would be gone in this world.
But here you are, ready to face me yet again.
Alright, you foul beast,
LET'S US COMMENCE OUR BATTLE TO THE DEATH!
"Jon why are you glaring at your homework?"
"Hush Luna, Jon needs to slay this creature from the seven circles of hell itself."
"But it's homework."
"Oh my- Don't tell me… NO! WHY HATH THOUST CORRUPTED MY SWEET INNOCENT SISTER THY MONSTER! RIGHT WHEN I THOUGHT THOUST COULDN'T HATH DESCENDED FURTHER INTO MADNESS!"
"Jon, we all have homework."
… One day, I'll be in a world where you don't exist, essay.
And when that day comes, I'll be laughing my ass off, enjoying life.
…
Sigh, I need a hobby.
Edit: 29/12/15: Got the time frame wrong, and made a minor change in the story.
