A//N And now for the second chapter....Thank's to those who reviewed, how very few there were.
I do not own Harry Potter, I do own Night and Marius and any other OC.
Recap: "You'll have to forgive him Professor, he doesn't mean to be a right arse, it's just automatic after staying with father for so long." Hagrid gave a loud chuckle and slapped his back, sending him stumbling forward.
"Nah, he's alrigh', I'm sure Buckbeak'll forgive 'em. But really, thank ya, I can only imagin wha' tha' father of yours would do ta ol' Beaky." Marius nodded in agreement. Indeed, his father would have had the beautiful creature sentenced to death if he hadn't intervened, even if Draco had only got a scratch.
"I'll try to keep him in line from now on sir, but in the meantime, I have to go to my next class. Good day Professor." With that Marius nodded to the half giant and jogged after his brother towards their first DADA class for the year.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, OOC'ness, Dumble's bashing and maybe even a few pranks.
Ok, I KNOW the Slytherin's don't have Divination's with the Gryyfindor's, but I'm chaning it so they DO in this fic okies? Any complaints? Too bad keep them to yourselves or flick off.
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Chapter 2: Ridikulus Is An Understatment...
After leaving Hagrid with his Hippogriff's Marius followed his obviously-shaken-but-denying-it brother to their next class, which just so happened to be Defense Against The Old Farts-Dark Arts. (What?) As the class filed into the classroom the first thing to get their attention was the shuddering wardrobe in the center of the room. Upon closer inspection Marius had to swallow a rather dry bark of laughter. First Dementor's, then Hippogriffs, and now a Boggart, Marius finally decided his next four years would be fun.
"Hello, hello and welcome! My name is Remus Lupin, but you can just call me Professor. Now, glad to see you all have noticed this lovely attraction here, so to begin, who can guess what's in this wardrobe?" Marius watched as a rather tentative hand rose from somewhere near the front (he was at the back with Draco and his goons)
"That's a Boggart." The Professor smiled and nodded his head.
"Indeed it is! 10 Point's to you then! Now, can anyone tell me what exactly a Boggart is?" Marius already knew whose hand went up first, as it's owner was bouncing and waving –three guesses- "You there, what is a Boggart?"
"A Boggart is a shape-shifter that takes the form of what it thinks will frighten you the most." Lupin grinned again and awarded the Mudblood points.
"Very good, now what is it's weakness at this very moment...other then being locked in a wardrobe?" Granger's had shot up yet again. "Yes?"
"There's too many of us, it won't know who to try and frighten first." Lupin bobbed his head and flicked his hair back.
"Correct again Ms. Granger! Now, who knows what to do when faced with one of these little nasties hmm?"
"You use the Ridikulus Charm." All eyes swivelled to the second blonde beside the resident Prince of Slytherin, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his spot. He ignored his brother's snickers and shrugged. "What?" Lupin only blinked, then smiled again.
"Indeed you are correct. Now we'll try it without our wands just to get a feel for it. Now repeat after me. Ridikulus."
"Ridikulus!"
"This class is ridiculous-oof." Marius smirked at his brother as he withdrew his elbow frm the other blonds stomach.
"Behave." He warned as he turned back to watch the teacher.
"Now, to use this Charm on a Boggart one must have a good imagination! How it works is it forces the Boggart to change shape into something you would find funny. Because you know what really gets to a Boggart? Laughter. Now, everyone form a single line and have your wands out and at the ready for your turn, I want you each to try it out on this lovely fellow. Now, remember, think funny and...Ridikulus." With that the first student (Longbottem he recalled) moved forward and Lupin smiled and opened the door just to release a...was that Professor Snape!? Some people giggled and pointed while poor Neville cowered under Snape's intense black gaze. Then,
"Ridikulus!"
Then Snape was wearing woman's clothing...with a dead bird for a hat...Oh, if only his godfather could see this. Lupin and the class laughed and the Professor moved over to a table and turned on some wierd upbeat tune. The next student, a girl stepped forward after Neville shuffled off and the Snape-Boggart straightened, then swiveled into large off green Cobra. As the reptile reared back to strike the girl pointed her wand and said;
"Ridikulus!" And just like that the striking snake popped into a jack-in-the-box...a creepy one. It looked fun Marius decided, but after his first encounter with a Boggart, he vowed he'd avoid them as best as he could. The first was in his second year at Durmstrang, the whole school had heard about it by the end of the day and he'd nearly wound up in the Hospital Wing from stress. He'd expected the thing to turn into his Aunt Bellatrix (He was twelve! And the crazy bitch used the Cruciatus Curse on his Godfather in front of him!) but it didn't. No it had turned into himself...well, not himself but rather his twin...dead...covered in blood with wide, lifeless eyes. He'd fainted before he could raise his wand. For a week the school had snickered and taunted him about being afraid to die. It was stupid really, who wasn't scared of death? Hell even Moldy-Mort was hence his quest for immortality. Only his closest friend's had figured he feared not for his life, but for his brothers.
Shaking his head to dispel the sudden bout of morbid memories Marius looked up just in time to see the Boggart go from a Dementor to a full moon, then to a deflating balloon. He blinked, then looked at Draco, who was busy snickering at Harry. So with a sigh he just shrugged and watched as everyone left. He was glad though, that meant he didn't need to face the Boggart, frankly he'd rather give The Dark Lord a wedgie... "Ok ignore idea's that'll get you tortured and killed...no matter how hilarious they might be..." With a snort Marius nudged his brother and they both filed out after the other student's, intent on their next and final class for the day which just so happened to be, Marius nearly stopped to slam his head into a stone wall.
Divination's...
With the Gryffindor's...
He couldn't help but wonder just why in the world Draco would choose that class for an elective, seriously...Maybe he could use this class to 'divine' his twin's mental status...
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When Marius climbed into the class just after his brother he couldn't help but blanch, the room was certainly a lot smaller then healthy, and the amount of horrible incense in the air was sure to give someone lung cancer! While waving his hand in front of his face Marius followed Draco to a small table that only fit two, three if Draco sat half on his lap, which they ended up having to do because Pansy decided she wanted to sit with them... So now he had to sit through an hour and a half of 'divining' crap with his not-so-light brother on his left leg. He along with Draco ignored the snickering Gryffindor's and the hinting Slytherin's (They seemed set on promoting incest) and shifted so he could actually see where the teacher was hiding herself in the dark corner by her desk.
"What's this nut cases problem?" Marius shrugged as his brother shifted, then growled and drew his wand as he reached behind him to a near by book case and yanked a thick book and dropped it on the ground by his side. With a flick of his wand and a muttered spell the book popped into a chair.
"Get your ass off me!" He growled to his brother, who just huffed indignantly at the mention of his rear and shifted from his lap to the transfigured chair. Why Draco or no one else thought of doing it sooner, Marius knew not, and cast a suspicious glare at his brother, who was too intent on staring warily at the bug eyed woman that had just jumped out of her hiding spot to notice. With a roll of his silver eyes Marius turned back to the crazy looking Hippy/Teacher and watched as she shuffled around the room.
"The Art of Divining the Future is no easy task, but of the stars have you in their favor you might just succeed in unraveling the thread of the Unseen. First though, we will start with a divine reading of tea leaves. Now I will come and pour the tea, don't be shy, grab a cup and drink while it's still hot! Oh and Mister Longbottem, be a dear and grab a pink cup and not a blue, I'm rather fond of the blue thank you. When you are finished swish the dregs counter-clockwise three times, then clockwise once, then invert the cup onto your table." All of this was said with a wistful sigh, causing Marius and Draco's (maybe even others) brows to slowly ascend into their hairline. Shrugging Marius grabbed two cups, ignoring Pansy and placed them in front of himself and his brother. When the Professor poured their tea they drank it without a word. Marius was done first did as told then turned the cup over, then watched with an amused smirk as Draco grimaced into his own half empy cup.
"And she calls this tea?" he muttered as he chucked back the rest with a slightly pained wince. Marius rolled his eyes.
"Tea is usually hot Dray'." His twin just scowled at him in response and did the same with his cup. When the class seemed to be done with their drink the Professor (Trelawney –sp?- if he remembered correctly) handed out thick books to everyone.
"Now, slide your cups to your partner, and use the books to divine their future!" she instructed. Marius was quick to grab his brother's cup and visa versa before Pansy could get either, leaving the girl to huff and trade with a Gryffindor behind her.
Marius flipped open the book to the proper page and turned Draco's cup over, ignoring the droning of voices around him as he raised a brow and looked from his brother to his cup. Draco just held onto his own cup and looked at him with a grin.
"So, do I become Minister Of Magic when I'm older?" Marius blinked, then took on a mock concentrating look as he tried to make out the pudgy little blobs on the bottom of the cup. With a still raised brow he held up the cup and said.
"Well, there's a little blob over lapping with another blob here that looks kinda like a monkey...which means your gonna either be the instigator of mischief, or the victim of it this year...then there's another blob, keh kinda reminds me of Uncle Sev's nose...then...hmm...a donut locked with a horribly disfigured dog turd...ahh...well...according to this here cup...Your going to die in seven days." He stared into Draco's eyes seriously for a moment, then they both burst out into laughter as Marius slid the cup back onto the table. "Oh man, this class is a load of crap..." Draco nodded his agreement and raised Marius' cup, he was about to read it between giggles but it was suddenly snatched from his hands by the bug eyed Professor, who took one look at it and just about screamed. Marius blinked, then looked at Draco, who just stared at the crazy woman, who was staring and pointing at Marius, who just blinked. "Uhh."
"Y-you poor, poor child..." Marius raised a brow.
"Poor? Sorry to disappoint but I'm a member of one of the richest Pureblood lines in Britain..." People snickered around him while the lady just shuddered and placed his cup back on the table with a shaking hand. Then she leaned over to him and whispered so only he could here.
"Child, beware the Lion and Serpent...For they will be the end of the dragon, the suffering of your soul will be great...beware the green death." If Marius was weirded out before, he was damn near hexing the freak of a woman in front of him as she sniffed and pat him on the shoulder, then turned away and swooped over to Longbottem. Marius remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. Draco was looking at him almost worridly from his seat, but he just waved him off.
"That woman needs professional help...seriously." he muttered as he folded his arms, ignoring the questions from his fellow Slytherin's. After the crazy woman shouted something about a Grim to Potter and him dropping dead sometime soon the class left for their common rooms ro do what ever they had to before dinner. Marius walked with his brother to the Slytherin Dungeons and wondered into the common room as Draco went for a shower. He sighed and fell back into a plush chair by the fire, rested as far back into the chair as he could. He rubbed his face and glanced at the fire, Trelawney's words echoing in his mind.
"Child, beware the Lion and Serpent...For they will be the end of the dragon, the suffering of your soul will be great...beware the green death." What was that even supposed to mean? What the hell would a Lion be doing in Scotland? A Serpent? Hell he could speak to 'em, dragon? Well the only Dragon's he knew of were in Gringott's Bank...suffering soul? Green Death? That one was obvious, Green Death is a way of describing the Killing Curse, everyone knew that! Ok, so someone was going to die...other then Harry and himself...Lion? "Hmm, hang on, a Lion is the crest of Gryffindor! And Serpent is for Slytherin, but that can't be right, I've nothing to fear from my own House, all friends of my family or close enough to it...So...A Gryffindor, the Killing Curse...Voldemort! That's what the Serpent has to represent, the ugly fucker looks like a snake, even talks like one...so that's another piece, now Dragon...Dragon hmm...Maybe 'ol Moldy-Short's plans on trying to break into Gringott's for something, gets thwarted by a Gryffindor, Auror more then likely...runs into a Dragon...kills the Auror and escapes the dragon and suffers defeat!...What the fuck does that have to do with me! Ow...my head hurts..." Marius massaged his temples as he though over the warning. No matter which way he turned it all, the only thing he could figure out was the Lion being a Gryffindor, then Serpent being Voldemort, and the Green Death Being the Killing Curse. Everything else just gave him a migraine, maybe he should repeat it to a Ravenclaw? They were nerds, they should be able to figure it out...right?
"Maybe not." He muttered almost miserably. He remained on the couch for nearly an hour until Draco finally emerged from the bathroom, clean and as immaculate as ever. That's when it hit him...Dragon...Draco... That mixed with the other facts (half still unsolvable) painted one picture in his head, whether it was the correct one or not (more then likely not, he'd bet he was over thinking it and the crazy woman was just that, crazy) but he couldn't stop it. "Draco...Killing Curse...My soul suffering...WHAT!"
A//N Sorry folks, I have to cut it off there I'm out of time, got stuff to do. I'll make it up to you by making the next chap longer okies!
Ohh looks like Harry isn't the only one who has a death to worry about hmm? A cookie to who ever can guess the true meaning of Trelawney's warning!
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