(In this chapter, I will be getting more into AFRICA. But I will not have any of those disease ridden starving cities. Cause I hate those commercials. Showing those people dying and starving on TV, just so we can give them dimes and dollars. And I've always thought why don't they stop making those commercials and help those people with the money and paychecks they were going to use to make the commercials.)
P.S. This chapter is weird. I think its weird and I'm sure you'll think it's weird. But the weird parts are only here for future chapters. You get it later.
Chp. 6 Lost in the Fog of Ones Mind
Laughter.
In the inky black darkness that was Harry's mind, that's what all he heard.
Laughter. Laughter towards him. Laughing at him. He didn't know what was so funny.
"Hmm...So, Mini Me having troubles." A voice snickered inside his head.
"Jared is that you."
"HARRY! HARRY! BOY YOU GOT KNOCKED THE F...!" But the voice didn't get to continue, for a throbbing pain in the back of his head brought him back to reality.
Malabo,Cameroon,Africa
Stepping off the barge onto the boardwalk of Malabo, Aureline sighed, as she looked around at all the humans as they jostled about.
"Hey, hey there miss!" a voice yelled behind her. Turning around, she barely had time to react as a bag was flung at her. "Your bag." The man said as he began to throw off more bags.
"Thanks." She said sarcastically, as she slung her bag on her shoulder. Well, it wasn't her bag. It was Harry's.
Bag secured on her shoulder, Aureline began to set out on her mission. Determination clearly written on her face, ignoring all the shiny trinkets, all the delectable looking seafood, and all the colorful fabrics for sale on the boardwalk.
No, she was going to ignore all of her catlike instincts to play with the shiny things, all her catlike instincts to eat the fish, and all of her catlike instincts to scratch, rub, and sleep on the colorful fabrics.
No. Her impulses had already gotten her into trouble with that British boy. No, she could resist, she would resist.
"BEAUTIFUL NECKLACES. GORGEOUS JEWELRY. AUTHENTIC EGYPTIAN ARTIFACTS. A PRETTY JEWEL FOR A PRETTY MISS." The saleswoman yelled out to the crowd, as she passed it up.
'Nay I say. To the shiny trinkets.' she thought.
"BEAUTIFULLY SOFT FABRICS! SILKY, COLORFUL GARMENTS! AS SOFT AS BABY BOTTOM!" The fabric saleswoman said to the group of women, and the one guy, at her booth.
'No scratching, rolling, buying, or cuddling of the fabric for me.'
"FRESH FISH! COME GET YOUR FISH! I GOTS ALL KINDS OF FISH! I GOTS SALMON, TROUT, TUNA, MACKEREL, PERCH! I'M TELLING YOU I GOTS ALL KINDS OF FISHES! I MEAN I GOT CATFISH, COTTONFISH, JELLYFISH, GUPPIES, KOI! MAN I BE TELLIN' YOU I GOTS BIG FISH, LITTLE FISH, SKINNY FISH, FAT FISH, RED FISH, BLUE FISH, FAST FISH, SLOW FISH! I GOTS ANGEL FISH, DEVIL FISH, GOLD FISH, COPPER FISH, SILVER FISH, FISHY FISH! I GOTS DISCUS, KILLIFISH, PIRANHA! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO EAT THE FISH YOU CAN KEEP THE FISH! I GOT SHRIMP TOO! I GOT FISH ON A STICK, SHRIMP ON A STICK! I EVEN GOT BAG 'O' FISH. I GOT IT ALL, COME GET SOME FISH!" the fish man yelled to customers and passerby, as he practically held a large fish into her face.
Aureline stopped dead in her tracks, licking her lips, eyes flashing, and stomach growling. 'Now who could pass up a sales pitch like that?'
"Mmmm hmmm," were the sounds Aureline made as she marched through the little town after she left the dock.
She had been getting strange horrified looks from everyone because of the fact that she held a king mackerel in her hand, and was spontaneously snacking on it as she looked at the many stores and businesses in the city. She didn't really care though; she had only one thing on her mind.
Her little game of cat and mouse was getting pretty exciting, and she was going to need some new mousetraps.
(This is the part I find weird, and don't like it. But I couldn't find a way to change it so that'll work.)
Mao,Chad,Africa
As Harry gained consciousness, he noticed a few subtle things.
One, he couldn't see, he had been blindfolded while unconscious. Two, there was a cold metal shackle around his neck, and two around his ankles and wrists. Three, he was hanging from in the air by the shackles around his wrist. Four; he didn't have any clothes on, except his boxers. And five, he heard voices. Not in his head, but around him. The voices of women. Three to be exact.
"Where did you find this one Carissa?" a hyper giddy voice asked near his head.
"Umm...somewhere a little north of here. But I don't think he's any good. When I found him, he was having a conversation with an anaconda. Think he has one of those delusional African bugs." A deeper yet feminine voice, he could only guess was Carissa, replied.
"Aww man really. That won't sell over to good with the clients." A soft-spoken voice said not too far away. "Hey! Lexy! Get away from him, don't touch him!" The soft-spoken voice soon turned loud and angry as she yelled at a Lexy, making Harry jump slightly in fright.
"But I wasn't going to touch him, besides he's awake, he's been listening the whole time." The hyper voice now known as Lexy said matter-of-factly.
"Really, take his blind fold off so he can see his new hostesses." Carissa said as they all got up to crowd around him.
'Well the jig is up Harry old boy.' he thought to himself as he felt a pair of small hands roam his chest before untying his blindfold and the first thing he saw were the red blurred figures of his women captives.
"Hello ladies," he said squinting, "may you be so kind as to put my glasses on please. For I cannot see worth a lick."
"Ahhhhhhh!" all three screamed in delight hugging each other.
"We hit the jackpot, he's English!" the one named Carissa screamed.
"Oh that accent! I love it!" The one named Lexy Screamed.
"Women will pay big bucks for this one!" the soft-spoken one yelled louder than them all.
"Excuse me ladies, but I do really need to see." Harry interrupted.
"Oh yes, oh yes what ever you say mister money man." Carissa said putting his glasses on his face.
"Ah yes, that's better. Now if you'll let me down and give me my clothes, I'll be on my way."
"Oh I'm sorry fellow, you're not going anywhere. Well you are, but not without us." Carissa said pinching his cheek.
"Yes, we own you now. You're ours." Lexy said leaning on his shoulder as she told him this in his ear.
"What did we tell you about touching slaves?" The soft-spoken one said as she yanked Lexy off him just as she was about to bite his ear.
"Umm...not too without permission." She said innocently.
"Good girl. So don't!" the soft-spoken one growled out.
"Excuse me ladies sorry to interrupt, but who are you and what are you going to do with me?"
"Oh sorry that is very rude of us. We are the furies. You may have heard of us. You know we used to follow people who have sinned around, tormenting them, driving them crazy, but it got boring. As time grew older more people began to sin and we couldn't torment everybody. So we turned to slave trading. And you're our new slave we're taking to the market to sale. Anyway, I'm Carissa." Carissa said turning away from him and her sisters to rummage around in a sack she had.
She had dark brownish-red skin, with red hair. He could tell that she had pointed ears by the way they stuck out of her upper-back length red hair. Her eyes were yellow with blood red pupils. She was well muscled for a woman, and not scary looking women body builder like muscles. She wore tight red flare pants, a tight red tube top, and red sandals.
"Hi I'm Jackie." The soft-spoken one said shyly.
She had the same color skin and eyes of Carissa, and her ears were also pointed. Her hair was a darker red and curly. It was longer than Carissa's. She wore a long red skirt that stopped just above her ankles with ruffles on the end; her shirt was red with long butterfly sleeves, and red platform sandals.
Pushing Jackie out of the way, Lexy wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged him.
"Hi I'm Lexy heheheheheheheh!" she giggled before being yanked off of him.
She too also had the same skin, eyes, and ears of her sisters. Her hair was a pinkish-red and chopped short just above her shoulders. She wore a long red dress with a long slit in the side; it didn't have any sleeves and was cut low in the collar.
Carissa being the one to yank Lexy off him dropped her to the ground as she sat on a stool in front of Harry with a clipboard and pen in hand. Her sisters soon followed suit with chairs of their own as they looked at him.
"Now ahem, name please?" Carissa asked in a business like tone.
"Harry Potter." Harry said pleasantly deciding to play along until he got bored, he could get away anytime, but where was the fun in that?
After writing this down, she asked another question. "Age?"
"Fifteen."
"Have you done any hard physical labor before? And what?"
"Yes. I am and have been an unpaid slave to my relatives for the past 14 years."
"Aww you poor unloved child. Here let me hold you." Lexy cooed as she reached her hands out to touch him only to have her hands slapped by Carissa.
"Okay then, let's see." Carissa said hopping off her stool to circle him. "British male, Caucasian. Hair color black. Long and messy. Well muscled. Short, really short. Need the use of glasses. No piercings. One tattoo. Scars a plenty. One on forehead, one on right shoulder, a few fading ones on the chest, one on stomach, and many on the left leg. Okay then, I believe we're ready."
"Ready for what, and can I have my clothes please."
"Ready to fill out the rest of the slave market form and no." she answered as she sat back down on her stool. "Okay, Mr. Potter, of the following categories, which would you fall in? Demon, mermaid, elf, vampire, werewolf, dwarf, wizard, fairy, pixie, or other."
"Uhh...I guess wizard. I may have a little something from like far back in my family of the others, but other than that, I'm all wizard."
"You just could have said wizard. We didn't need that long-winded answer. Now carrying on, Mr. Potter, sex-wise, what is the average quantity of it in your life?
"None!" Harry damn near yelled, disgust evident on his face and in his voice.
"None? So you're a virgin?" Jackie asked in her quiet voice, her face filled with conjecture.
"I'm only 15." Harry stressed to them.
"So what's your point?" Lexy asked seriously.
"Man this is going to put us off schedule. He needs training." Carissa said frantically to her sisters as she looked at pages on her clipboard.
"Yeah, training. He's a virgin. We're going to have to fix that." Lexy whispered breathlessly as she looked at Harry with an almost hungry expression.
"LIKE HELL YOU WILL! YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET THAT OUT YOUR MIND! I'LL DO IT ON MY OWN TIME, WITH WHO I WANT!" Harry yelled, kicking at them but was stopped by the chain and shackles around his feet.
"Uh-oh, he's getting feisty. Get the serum Jackie." Carissa said shaking her head at Harry in a scolding way.
"Hey, hey what you talking about over there? What serum? What you bout to do to me?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes at Carissa suspiciously.
"Tsk-tsk. You should have cooperated. Now we have to bring out the serum." Carissa scolded him as Jackie handed her a perfume bottle with a green liquid inside.
"What's in it? What's it gone do?" he asked leaning away from Carissa and the bottle.
"It's just a little aphrodisiac mixed with a mind fogging potion. It's only going to turn you into a mindless love slave." She said the last part fast and muffled in her hair, but Harry caught it.
"OH HELL NO! GONE SOMEWHERE WITH THAT! YOU CAN KEEP THE DAMN CLOTHES!" he yelled breaking the chain around his wrists, allowing himself to drop to the ground, and in a blur broke the chain and shackles on his ankles, wrists, and neck before trying to run out of the clearing. But, as soon as he turned to leave...they had sprayed the serum in the air, and he inhaled. Then everything with foggy.
"Ugh!" Sirius groaned as he awoke feeling groggy and dizzy.
"You're finally awake." A woman's voice sounded in his ear as he felt a cold towel being put across his forehead. (Any and everything put into bold writing, is spoken in Swahili)
"Ugh...wher...where am I?" he asked.
"I don't know what you just said but mama and papa will be glad to hear you're awake." The lady said as she got up and left.
Sirius opened his eyes just in time to see her face smiling at him before she left. She had dark brown eyes, her hair was up in dreads put into a high ponytail, and she had a pretty face. 'Cute,' Sirius thought as he watched her leave.
"Well I see you're okay." A familiar voice said behind him. Sitting up, Sirius saw that he was in someone's room lying in their bed, under the cover. The room only had one window, and sunshine flowed through it from behind the pink curtains. The room was modestly furnished with a bed, dresser, end table, clock, lamps, bookshelf, and an old trunk.
Turning towards the voice, Sirius saw that it was only Remus.
"Howdy. Soooo...how did we end up here again?" he asked rubbing his face as he stared at Remus curiously.
"You mean you don't remember?"
Flashback
"I'm telling you Remus, we've passed by here before." Sirius argued at Remus, who was leading their little expedition through the jungle.
"And how, prêt ail, would you know that?" Remus asked stopping to look at his best friend.
"because," he said dragging the word out. "I've written Sirius was here, on this here skeleton's skull." He said matter-of-factly.
"Do you really think it wise for a convict wanted for murder, to write his name...on a dead man's head?"
Sirius thought about it for a while. "You know what Remus? I believe you have something there. Better get rid of the evidence." He said grabbing the skeleton's head and tossing it into the bushes, where a klunk and gibbering could be heard soon after.
Gasp' "THE DEAD HAS SPOKEN! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO REMUS! YOU'VE ANGERED THE DEAD MAN'S HEAD!" Sirius yelled shaking an accusing finger at Remus.
"...you have issues Sirius. The head probably just hit an animal." Remus reasoned with the pigmy. Causing...the...tribe...to...attack." he said quietly looking over a clueless Remus's shoulder as he scooted backwards with every word. "TAKE HIM, NOT ME! YOU BETTER RUN REMUS!" Sirius managed to yell as he fled in the opposite direction.
"Huh?" Remus said confusedly to himself. Hearing the sound of leaves being crushed with his enhanced werewolf senses. Turning around he saw what had made Sirius run.
End Flashback
"Then the pigmy chased us, shot poisonous darts into our body, and then these nice people found us unconscious in a ditch. Now do you remember? You know leaving me alone with the pigmy ring a bell."
"Oh yeah, now I remember. Man you sure can run fast. You're not mad are you?" Sirius asked pulling a puppy dog stare out of...the place where those types of things are put.
"What? Me mad? About you leaving me with the pigmy to die?" Remus asked his voice sounding scandalized at the thought. Then with a cool, calm, and threatening voice, he added on. "I'll get you, and it'll look like a bloody accident."
Sirius's mouth flew open at this comment, and he just sat there staring at his so-called friend, because at the moment, he wasn't sure anymore.
"See papa, I told you he has awoken." The girl said as she returned with a stern, older looking bald man smoking a pipe.
"I see, are you sure this is the one you want to marry Sakuuya? He's not Swahili" the bald man said in a defeated tone.
"Oh yes papa. He is so very handsome. I would love to be his wife." Sakuuya said dreamily as she looked at the confused Sirius.
"Remus? What are they saying? I don't speak Swahili, like a certain werewolf linguist."
"Oh nothing Sirius. She's just telling her father about your condition." The werewolf lied trying to keep an evil grin form his face.
"Well tell them I'm fine and we'll leave as soon as possible."
Grinning Remus turned to the daughter and father. "My name is Remus and my friend's name is Sirius, and he says it'll be an honor to marry your daughter sir."
"Well what's all that about?" Sirius asked Remus, as the girl jumped up and down in delight, and the father threw his hands in the air with a heavy sigh.
"They want us to attend a big family gathering their having tomorrow, and you're going to escort his daughter their, since she has no husband."
"Oh that's fine with me. She's a cute one, and it's the least I can do for them, for taking care of us after attack of the pigmy and all." Sirius said as he jumped out of the bed, when the father motioned for him to follow.
"Lonny? Lonny? Where are you?" Aureline yelled inside of the old antique shop, ignoring all the products as she leant over the cashier's desk calling Lonny.
"Lonny? Come on out Lonny? Lonel!" she yelled now realizing why no one came, Lonel didn't like to be called Lonny.
"You called Kitty-Cat?" Lonel said mysteriously appearing behind the cashier's desk wearing traditional African robes and hat over his young looking form.
"I told you to never call me that again." She growled at him showing her fangs.
"And I told to never call me Lonny again. This Lonel's antique shop. Not Lonny's."
"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, whine, whine. Let me see the inventory." She demanded.
"Rush, rush, rush. That's all you do. Don't even give yourself enough time to catch up with old friends. No 'how you been doing these past fifty years Lonel?' I could have almost died for all you care. No wonder you don't have a boyfriend, you evil, bossy, bit..."
"Shut up Lonel and flip the switch." She yelled interrupting his mumblings.
"Whatever you say Kitty-Cat." He said crouching down out of view behind the desk. Within moments, shades fell down covering the windows; the door closed and locked itself, the lights brightened, and all the shelves, counters, tables, and even the walls spun around and over hiding antiques, and showing off shiny, sleek, big and small weapons of all sorts.
"Yay, yippee." She squealed in delight as she ran all over the place looking at the weapons like a child in a candy store.
"You're welcome Kitty-Cat. I had everything spick and polished just for you. Cause I know how much cats like shiny objects." Lonel announced as he reappeared by the counter.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't you ever shut up?" Aureline teased as she made her way to the counter with a heaping pile of assorted guns, knives, swords, ammo, bombs, brass knuckles, chains, and one bazooka. "Here you go Lonny, I want all these installed." She told him taking off both of her necklaces. One the cathead pendant and the other the amulet she had swiped off Harry.
"Is this all?" Lonel asked taking the cathead pendant from her as she slipped the amulet back on.
"Yeah that'll be I...wait a minute. What's that?" she asked pointing into the glass desk at an electric guitar.
"Why you want to know? Interested in purchasing it?" Lonel asked opening the back of the counter to get the guitar.
Laying it flat on the counter he watched as she picked it up to examine it. It was a Showmaster® BlackoutTM, rosewood.
It was a royal blue, with one orange curvy stripe going from top to bottom. On the left side of he strings at the bottom was a black cat's head with green eyes. In the right side of the strings, there were some cutely placed paw prints. Making it look like a kitten had walked across it.
"What does it do?" she asked her voice filled with wonder.
"Well let's just say, when you're not making beautiful music, you're making someone's life a living hell. It has a built in machine gun, bazooka, net dispenser, flamethrower, and missile launcher. And if those handy gadgets don't work, you can always hit'em with the guitar itself. It's made of the hardest, heaviest metal found on earth. It cannot break, bend, dent, melt; etc." Lonel gloated on and on about the guitar that he forgot Aureline was in the room.
"I'll take it.," she said breathlessly as she began to walk out the store. "And I expect all those things installed by the time I get back!" she yelled as she slammed the door, guitar in hand.
Hearing the door slam brought Lonel out of his speech about the guitar. Looking around he saw that Aureline had left with the guitar while he had been talking her.
"No she didn't." Lonel said to himself scandalized. "That rude son-of-a-bit..."
"Let's see what we've got in the goody bag." Aureline said to herself as she dug through Harry's bag. She had left the town and traveled to a secluded grove of trees overlooking the town. She was sitting in one of the highest trees out there so she wouldn't be bothered as she rummaged through Harry's bag. The tree she was sitting in was like a huge arm holding a ball of leaves. The trunk was like the arm, and she was sitting in the palm, as the branches stretched out and up like fingers, holding all the many leaves.
"Got to be something good in here, because it's heavy as hell." She thought aloud, her body already half way inside of it.
"Wait, wait I've got something. It's almost out...there got it. What in the hell?" she exclaimed as she pulled out his school trunk.
"How the hell...do you get a trunk in a bag? See I would think you would put a bag in a trunk, and not the other way around. I knew he was a freak. Look at him, putting trunks in bags. I wonder what he got in this. You know what; I'm going to find out...after a rummage through the rest of his bag.
Looky here, there's something else in the bag. Let's see we have giant metal ring with runes, red dragon hide cloak, very nice. Okay what else, giant metal cube, clothes, that skank Belinda in a crystal ball, a tent...wait hold up a second. Belinda?"
Grabbing the crystal ball, she held it up to her face and saw the sleeping fish lady inside.
The sudden movement of the cage roused Belinda from her slumber. Sitting up she yawned while stretching before rubbing her sleepy eyes. "It's about time you brought me out to some light, Pot...oh, it's you." Belinda's voice held a pleasant note to it but as she realized that it was Aureline, her voice took a dull yet scornful sound. "Where's the Potter kid?" she asked looking around. "Did you kill him?"
"Hi, Linda. Long time no see. But now that I do see, you look kind of small and captured. Is everything alright?" Aureline teased in a singsong voice.
"NO! NOTHING IS RIGHT! LOOK AT ME; I'M IN A GIANT SNOWGLOBE WHITHOUT THE SNOW OR SCENERY! NOW WHERE IS POTTER?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. One minute we're fighting, then the next thing I know. I'm waking up to find a snake about to bite my head off. And Potter was now where to be found, but I did find his bag
"Ah, you got to fight him. I didn't have the chance too before he tricked into this prison." There was a short bout of silence that followed after that. "So are you going to let me out?" Belinda asked pleasantly looking up at Aureline.
"No for a few reasons." Lin said cheerfully. "One, this island is nowhere near the ocean. And I'm sure these islanders don't want to see an old, dried, shriveled up mermaid. Two, I don't know how to get you put. And three, I don't like you, you skanky fish."
"Huh, why you dirty mother..." but what ever else Linda was going to say was muffled by Harry's bag, as Lin stuffed the pearl back into it.
"Uh huh, yeah, whatever." she muttered as she pushed the bag to the side and grabbing the trunk to sit in front of her.
"Now let's see what we have in here," she said to herself as she popped it open and began to dig in it. "Okay we have books, a wand, robes, vials of...liquid stuff, ingredients, gloves, a cauldron, empty vials, clothes, photo album, owl treat, paper, quills, a broom? Why does a boy have a broom? And it's a fancy looking broom too. Oh, wait, he's a wizard, this is probably a flying broom." she said the last part slowly. Then even slower, a toothy grin began to spread across her face.
Frantically taking the broom out of the trunk, she mounted it and edged towards the edge of the hand tree. And just as she was about to jump (with absolutely no knowledge on how to fly a broom), Harry's amulet around her neck began to glow, and out popped Bobbie, landing in the palm of the tree, looking scared.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHERE HARRY?" she cried, her lip trembling after not seeing her implemented brother.
"Oh yeah. I have an owner again...Damn." Lin said quietly to herself as she turned to face her owner. "What's the matter?" Lin said as she came to sit in front of the crying little girl.
"Who are you? Where Harry?" she repeated, quieting down as she rubbed her eyes.
"I'm Lin, your familiar. Remember I was a cat, and you named me Kitty?" Lin said jogging Bobbie's memory.
Bobbie seemed to study Lin's face before her own broke out into a huge smile. Then the explosion happened. "gasp Kitty? You a big girl now just like Harry. Only Harry a big boy. You a pretty girl Kitty. My brother Harry pretty too. Don't you think Harry pretty. Harry my brother. Do you have a brother? Where you mommy and daddy. Harry don't have no mommy or daddy. I had a mommy and daddy one time before. But they didn't like Bobbie, so they sent Bobbie to the angels. You staying with Bobbie and Harry. Harry goes to a magic school for big kids. You a big girl, so you go to magic school too and learn magic just like Harry. That's Harry broom. Do you know how to fly? You take Bobbie for a ride. I'm hungry. I want my brother. I want Harry. Where Harry. Let's go find Harry, so he can fix us something eat."
As the little girl finished talking Lin was left with her mouth agape. 'How could all that come from that little girl?' she thought bewilderedly.
(Just so you know. I don't know a thing about African weddings.)
'Man this party is boring.' Sirius thought to himself as he stood next to Sakuuya in front of a bunch of people.
'It must be her birthday or something.' He thought as he looked at the girl at his side. She was wearing pearl white African robes along with a white head wrap. She was carrying a bouquet of flowers, and had the biggest, most anxious looking smile he had ever seen. Well he had seen it on Remus's face every since he had agreed to escort Sakuuya to the party. 'His smile was creepy.' Sirius realized after he thought about it.
'When is the party going to start?' he wondered to himself as he looked behind him at the people all seated down in chairs, dressed up in their best.
'This must be some type of weird birthday ritual.' He thought after he noticed all the women, wearing the same themed clothes, were standing behind Sakuuya, and all the men were behind him, including Remus, who was still wearing that creepy grin.
'This seems familiar in some way; I just can't place my finger on it.' He thought to himself vaguely noticing the father was in front of them with a tray in hand.
His attention was brought back to the present when he felt water being plashed on his face. Turning to stare at the father he watched and listened as the father did bizarre things with the items on the tray. And as he did something with each item, he would say something.
And since he didn't speak Swahili he was as lost and his mind began to wander. 'This is one weird way to start a party. This is taking too long. I should be out there hunting Harry down, and forcing him to tell me everything.' He thought.
He stood there with Sakuuya for a while longer, watching and sometimes participating with the strange rituals her father did.
"Now we shall end the ceremony with the traditional jumping of the broom." The father spoke out to the crowd as Sakuuya and Sirius turned around to find a fancy broom at their feet.
"What am I suppose to do Remus?"
"Jump over the broom before her father shoots you."
"What?" Sirius asked confusedly as he turned his head around to see a shotgun sitting in arms length of the father, eyes wide and heart thumping Sirius hurriedly grabbed Sakuuya's hand and jumped over the broom with her, where he was kissed full on the lips by her before she left to mingle with the guest who had suddenly livened up.
Then suddenly everything came back to him. 'The shotgun, the ritual, all the people, bridesmaids, the angry father. I've just gotten married.' Sirius thought horrorstricken. "Remus what did I just do?"
But all Remus did was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. And he laughed even harder when Sirius suddenly apparated (?) away.
But his laughter was cut short as he felt a pair of strong hands grab the front of shirt and forcefully lift him into the air and shake the shit out of him.
"Where is my husband?" Sakuuya, the one holding him, growled out, a little black and white monkey on her shoulder growling just as she was.
'Oh god she's freaking strong as an ox' "Umm...Umm....I....um." Remus stammered as he could see angry faces appearing around him and the sound of a shotgun being cocked. "I....I can t-take you too him."
"Well do it!" she yelled shaking him again.
Remus didn't need telling twice, for the next thing the tribe of amazons knew, was their strongest woman, Sakuuya, and the white man disappeared from sight.
Harry seemed to be awaking from a dream. It was as if he had been sleeping for days. He felt so well rested, but as he became more aware, he found himself walking, and in pain in more than one area.
He felt as his something heavy was pressing against his mind, trying to force him back into the void he had just escaped. He vaguely could make out the outline of three red things traveling ahead of him, and the intense heat he felt.
'Red. Fire. It's hot. So hot. Fire. Red fire'. And without even realizing it, Harry slipped into his fire element. With newfound resolve. The fog and pressure around his mind cleared up, and all that had happened to him came back, along with his strength and vision.
Looking around he saw that the three figures were the furies, and the heat came from the desert they were currently crossing. The chains around his feet were gone, and he now wore connected neck and wrist shackles with a long chain, on which he was being led by Lexy with. And as he stared at them, a sudden wave of anger, humiliation, and disgust washed over him, as memories of what he had to endure under the potion came rushing back at him.
The air around him became hotter and his eyes flashed with red, while his hair became streaked in scarlet, as his anger grew. And as it came beyond anger into fury, streams of fire flew across the sand from where he standing, startling the furies.
They barely had time to react as Harry grabbed the chain Lexy held him by and began to drag her towards him. Her streams went death to his ears as she was drug across the hot dessert sand towards the scorching hotness that was Harry. He watched as Jackie and Carissa tried to pull Lexy back towards them but Harry's will was stronger and he dragged them along too.
He was too enraged that he didn't notice that Carissa had let go of the chain and had grabbed her water bottle that was strapped to her waist and run towards him.
All Harry on his mind was making the three redheads pay for what they did, but the next thing he knew was pain beyond physical pain. Screaming in pain he let go of the chain and dropped to the ground in a heap of writhing squirming pain. It felt like Voldemort had put cruciatus curse on him tenfold. So when he black out, he welcomed it.
"What the hell was that?" Jackie asked Carissa as she finished pouring her water on Harry.
"He's a fire elemental." Carissa said as she wiped a bucket load of sweat off her face. "And water is the only thing that can hurt them."
"Why did you hurt, couldn't you have knocked him out some other?"
"No. that would've just made him mad. And you do not make a fire elemental mad."
"Oh, so what about Lexy?" Jackie asked as they at their younger sister, who was now in a feeble position and rocking back and forth muttering to herself.
"She'll be okay. Remember she did this that time with the bubbles."
"Oh yeah. So...what are we to do with him?"
"No more aphrodisiacs, just plain mind clouding potions, and heavy doses of it."
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO SELL HIM! I LOVE HIM!" Lexy yelled, as her sisters were trying to force her off Harry, they had her legs, but she held on to Harry with her arms.
Harry just stood there, lost in the fog.
"We already got paid for him." Jackie groaned.
"He tried to kill you Lexy, let go." Carissa yelled as she struggled to get her sister.
"What! He tried to kill her? You didn't tell me he was violent." The slave auctioneer said becoming angry.
"Huh, did I say kill, I meant kiss. He tried to kiss her." Carissa said laughing nervously as she let Lexy's leg go, sending her sisters crashing to the ground.
"Well okay I guess that's alright." the auctioneer said suspiciously.
"Yeah okay. I guess me and my sisters will be going now." Carissa said as she bit Lexy in the foot, causing her to release Harry in pain. And then without hesitation she and Jackie picked her up and took off down the road.
"NOOOOOOO! HAAAARRRRRRYYYY!" Lexy yelled miserably as she was taken away.
"I bet you're more trouble than you're worth." The slave auctioneer said to the not-here-at-the-moment-please-leave-a-message Harry. "Well come." He said as he grabbed Harry's chain and began to walk down the path towards the slave market.
Harry didn't know how he got to where he was, who that old man was he beat up on the road and stole his clothes, or where he was going. 'No more red heads. First Belinda, now those three. No more red heads, ever, again. In anymore of my lives.'
He was lost in a fog, but the fog was becoming clearer, he just couldn't tell where he was going, but he could make out images of some things when they came real close or when he stared for about 7 minutes. Like trees, he could see a tree here or there.
He had been walking for a while and sounds had been starting to penetrate the fog he was lost in. to bad hew was so lost that he didn't recognize them. And if he wasn't so lost, he would have realized that he was walking along side a very busy highway, and that a car had pulled over to the curb in front of him.
He knew something was in front of him and that was a starter. So he stared.
1:00 minute goes by. 'Nope, don't know what it is.'
3:26. 'Still don't know.'
5:08. 'Wait is that...no, still clueless.'
6:45. 'Could it be an elephant? No, what the hell is it?'
7:00. 'Oh it's a silver and black car, who's driving?'
7:00 more minutes goes by. 'Oh, Hello Kitty.'
Now that he had realized what it was and who was driving he got into the car, and the sped off down the highway.
The smart thing would have been for Harry not to get in the car with Kitty, since she was trying to kill him and all, but hey, he is currently, lost in a fog.
"Hey that bag of your is full of a bunch of little goodies." Aureline said to the help-I'm-lost-in-a-fog-and-I-can't-get-out Harry.
"I was wearing that metal arm band of yours when I tried to fly that broom, and it healed me up faster than my own powers could. And I found some money in the trunk of this car, so me and the Kid went shopping. The kids nice, a little chatter box, but a nice kid. Hey do you hear me? Are you on pot? You haven't blinked since you got in the car. Aren't you going to yell at me for spending your money? Aren't you going to ask where the kid is?"
But the only response she got was nothing.
"Okay then. If I can't have that metal arm band, don't say anything."
Harry said nothing, did nothing.
"Alright thanks. If I can't have that amulet I stole from you, don't say anything."
Again, Harry didn't do anything.
"Yay! This is fun." Reaching into the back seat she pulled up Harry's bag and showed it to him. "If I can't have the goody bag, don't say anything."
"Where Bobbie?" Harry finally managed to say, even though he sounded retarded when he said it, because he's stuck in a fog.
"Damn! That's alright I didn't want yo little ugly bag anyway, I got what I want. And the kid went back into the necklace." She sneered as she tossed the sack into his lap.
Harry didn't say anything, he was back in the fog, but things were much clearer and he could see the road moving a little, he could see his bag, and he could see Kitty, but it was still foggy, because...he was stuck in a fog.
"You know I coming with you back to school don't you? So do I need to bring anything special?"
Harry's eyes fluttered. He had heard that word clearly. School. He couldn't go to school, there were demons after him. He'd be putting everyone in danger.
"I not going school." He told, his words slurring together. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth.
"What do you mean, you're not going to school?" an angry voice asked that was not Aureline's.
Both Harry and Aureline heard the voice, it came from the backseat. And slowly ever so slowly, the two turned their heads around and met a pair of angry brown eyes.
"Ahhh!" Harry and Aureline screamed as they latched on to each other in fright. Which was a bad idea since Aureline was driving, and they were in the middle of a highway. But luckily they weren't hit and just drove through the railing of the highway, which was high up off the ground.
"What do you mean you're not going to school?" Jared asked again angrily, none too concerned that the car was falling.
And unfortunately for Aureline and Jared, Harry was still in a mild fog, and the sudden jolt of fear activated some accidental magic and he apparated from the car in the nick of time.
With Harry gone, Jared looked to Aureline, who was still staring at him with wide eyes, and then he realized they were falling.
"Well this can't be good." He said calmly before they crashed into the ground.
Harry was vaguely aware of where he was going, because...he was lost in a fog. (I love saying that. Lost in a fog.)
But the fog was starting to let up, it was only surrounding his head, and it was very dense.
He knew that he had been in car with Kitty and she had Bobbie, and that he had apparated out of the car, because some old man had scared him, but he didn't know where he was or what that screeching sound was that kept sounding in his ears. He had apparated out of the car with his bag on his lap, he had thought it was a dog at first, but after focusing on it for five minutes, he recognized it as his bag and it was now situated on his back.
"I'm sleepy." he said to himself, before he fell asleep where he was standing. (This goes to show kids, stay away from mind fogging potions. Just look what it has done to our hero. Be cool, stay in school.)
'Did I fall asleep?' Harry asked himself as he suddenly came back to reality. 'I need to get a grip.' He thought. 'It's cold, why is it cold. Oh, it's just a lot of wind. Why is there a lot of wind? Am I falling I don't remember falling off any cliffs. But hey who knows, I was lost in a fog. Anything could have happened....I'm sleepy again. Must not sleep. Think about something. Think about why you're still falling Harry.'
After having this little conversation with his I'm-lost-in-a-fog-but-I'm-slowly-coming-out self, Harry looked up to see how far the cliff was, but all he saw a foggy gray blob that wasn't getting farther away.
'Must focus.' He thought as he strained his eyes through the fog to see what the gray blob was, looked, and sounded like. First his hearing came out of the fog, and he heard the sound of flapping wings and the screeching he had heard before he fell asleep while walking. 'It's a big, gray, screeching bird.' he concluded. Straining himself again, he raised his head up trying to see it.
The gray 'bird' felt Harry moving and looked down at him and screeched. Looking the bird in the face, it finally came into a clear view. "oh." he said aloud as he slumped down limply. 'Straining to see and hear in a fog is tiring work.'
"Okay, it's not a big, bray bird after all. It's a big, ugly, demon Bat. And it's carrying me in its, big, long, demon, tail." He said aloud, ignoring the bat demon screeching above him. "Guess I have to do something." He said lazily.
Looking down at his limp arm, he shook it. 'Hey arm. Conjure up that sword.' he willed his arm to do using his Lost-in-a-slowly- evaporating-fog mind. "Hey it worked." He said aloud as his sword appeared in his hand. Gripping it as hard as someone who lost in an evaporating fog could. He straightened up, and swung the sword at the bat demon's tail and lopped it off.
The bat demon screeched a loud, ear splitting screech, as Harry cut of its tail.
"Oh great. Now I'm falling." Harry said dully. As the wind whipped his hair into his face as he plummeted towards earth.
On hearing the bat demon's screech he looked up and saw that it was diving after him. Readying the sword in his hand, he swung it at the Bat demon as it make a grab for him with it claws, but after getting swiped at by the sword it moved out of the way and screeched at Harry as it flew away.
"Yeah, bet you want mess with me now, huh?" Harry yelled at it as the fog finally let up at he was capable of clear thinking.
A wiggling around his belly made Harry look down to se that the Bat demons tail was still wrapped around him and it was moving. "Ugh!" he said as he unraveled himself from the writhing tail, and dropped it. Although it floated in front of him, since he himself was falling.
"You are going back to school you know." A voice behind him said in a do-as-I-say voice.
Spinning around, Harry was surprised to see Jared falling alone with him, only he was in a sitting position and looked to calm to be falling to his death, or second, or is his third if you consider the car crash.
"Hey old man. How you doing?" Harry said cheerfully, ignoring the tail hitting him in the back as it writhed around in the air.
"Hey nothing. You are going to school, because your mother will kill me if didn't make you go."
"But you're already dead."
"Of course I am. But I sill feel the pain."
"What's my mother like? Is my Father with her? What is he like?"
"You can't ask me that when you're falling to your death. You'll have to wait until another time. Because right now, you have to go to school in two days."
"I'm not going to school; it's too dangerous for everyone."
Sighing, Jared grabbed Harry into his arms, as two great white wings, sprouted form his shirt, mesmerizing Harry on sight. "Like hell you are. You're going and that's that." Jared said with serious, narrowed eyes.
But Harry wasn't one to back down. "Make me." He said giving Jared his own powerful glare.
"Have it your way then." Jared said a perfectly evil smile broke across his face.
"You were supposed to go find Potter, Black. Not bring back a wife." Snape sneered at Sirius, who was currently being snuggled by a very happy Sakuuya.
"And I would have, if a certain werewolf had waited until later to have his little vengeance strike." Sirius snapped at both Snape and Remus, who was currently nursing a few bruises and sores, given to him by Sakuuya for taking so long to find Sirius.
"I think you two make a lovely couple. But since you're so upset about, maybe someone should tell her you don't want to be her husband." Dumbledore said from behind his desk as he stared at his former students with clear amusement in his eyes.
"No disrespect Dumbledore, but...Are you crazy? Did you not see what happened to Remus? I mean look at her, then look at me. I might be able to hold my own in a good rumble, but she was raised to be strong and fight. She an amazon. I am not about to break her heart, so she can break me. This is my wife, she's not bad looking, and I'm just going to roll with it."
Hiding a laugh behind a cough Dumbledore leant back just in time as an owl swooped in through the open window and dropped a letter on his desk. Opening it up Dumbledore's blue eyes swept across the paper and a smile spread across his face.
Setting the letter down, Dumbledore looked at the three men in front of him. Snape was sneering at a chattering pet monkey Sirius's new wife had brought along, Remus was quietly sniffling over his wounds, and Sirius was trying to teach his wife his name.
"ahem." He said clearing his throat, getting their attention immediately. "I've just received a letter." He stated simply.
Exchanging sideways looks, all three men, plus Sakuuya, looked at Dumbledore with 'and' expressions upon their faces.
"It would seem, someone has found Mr. Potter, and will be delivering him to school personally on September 1st."
"That's great, who found him?" Sirius yelled happily standing up abruptly, much the surprise of Sakuuya.
"I'm not sure of that Sirius. There was no name mentioned."
"Harry?" Sakuuya asked Sirius.
"Oh that's my godson. Harry." Sirius explained to him, but she just looked at him blankly. Before turning her gaze on Remus, who jumped slightly.
"Harry is Sirius's godson. You're godson too now, I guess." Remus told her in Swahili.
"Oh." she said, and then turned back to Sirius. Catching Sirius eye, she held her arms up as if holding a baby and looked at him curiously.
Catching on to what she meant, Sirius shook his head, and raised his arm up in the air showing that Harry was older.
"oh." she said. Then her face broke off into a wide smile. 'I'm a godmother.' She thought happily.
'This will truly prove to be an interesting year.' Dumbledore thought with a smile as he leant back in his chair, and observed his room occupants.