Hey! Guess what? Still snowed in. My brother, who is at Uni, laughed at me, and gloated about him being able to act normally. Prat. He can b the moost annoying 20 year old in Britan sometimes. My friend Nathan disagrees. His is apparently. He does have two of them! Poor Nathan!
I am writing at a good speed, and if you have any queries, questions or CONSTRUCTIVE critism, please either review, or PM me. I'll answer as quick as I see them. And I am on quite often.
Azymus was relaxing in his room at the El Vive. He was decanting memories for his Pensive. He'd finished the complex dark charms and wards he'd started to place on his trunk, so he could now safely put his memories into the pensive, without fear of someone tampering or stealing them- like Dumbledore or one of the Three Muskateers.
.Memory Start.
Azymus was walking down the street, after work. He saw, to his horror, that aurors were coming. He now 'felt' like a dark wizard according to Ion. Mind you, the wand maker thought he should become his official apprentice, so it might be a bad idea to believe everything he said.
He ducked into a side alley, and waited, but then heard Moody say
" The boy we're looking for went down there. Get him."
On hearing this, Azymus realized that they were looking for him, not a Death Eater or Mundungus Fletcher. So, that was quite bad. It could be bad that MOODY was looking for hi, a Dumbledore supporter. Deciding to think about why another time, he ran full pelt down the alley. He could sense the light aura's of the pursuing wizards close behind him. It was something he'd picked up from Ion- being able t sense aura's. All it took was a ritual. Anyway, he knew that if he didn't do something fast, he was caught.
So, he did something very stupid. But at the same time clever. Depends what angle you were at.
He leapt at the wall, and, hauling himself up by his fingertips, he scrambled onto the roof of the Apothecary. He knew that his pursuers would be up and after him in a few minutes, so he began to hurry over the tiles, slipping as he ran. Now that he was up here, though, he had to try and get down without killing himself. So, he ran across the roof, trying to get too Ion's, where he climb down through the hatch in the roof, which he'd discovered when Rima had climbed on the roof, and he'd had to get her down. Unfortunately, this was not Diagon alley, so...
The roofs were never cleaned, or repaired. The shop owners were either too poor, tight or lazy to look after such a trivial thing as a roof!
So, when he was right above the front room of Borgin and Burkes, the roof decided to show how neglected it was. And fall in. So, Azymus fell through the neat hole in the roof, and landed with a thump. Right in front of the Malfoy's.
They stared at him in shock, not quite realizing what had happened. He stood up, smiled and started to explain why he had ruined Borgin's roof.
" Aurors were chasing me, and I had to climb onto the roofs to get away, but when I was on this one, it caved in. Sorry..."
Borgin had just laughed, and used his wand to repair the hole, while telling him not to "worry his pretty white head" about it. Malfoy Senior however said
" We hope that you will come to the Summer Ball. I could make sure you did not get lost in society, as you are the last of your line. There are many who you should meet..."
"I'll be there" he promised.
.Memory End.
He laughed at that memory. I was the first time that he'd talked with Draco for a long length of time. It was when he'd realized that he had been very rude when he'd first met him. If a wizard offered you his hand, it was only polite to shake it. Not doing so could create a blood feud. So, upon realizing it was all his fault about Malfoy being a prat, he decided to try and make up for his old self's mistake. He and Draco were on the way to being good friends.
Of course it probably helped that the Evanclear family were very rich, and he was the last Evanclear, so he would sit on the Wizengamot when he reached seventeen in two years time. So his Daddy wanted the two to be friends.
.Memory Start.
Azymus was looking at the evening market again, and as he left a tent devoted to daggers- he had bought a opal incrusted dagger and a sheath for safety measures, after the Auror attack the previous day- someone had called his name. He looked in the direction of the speaker, and saw Astoria Greengrass standing there. He walked over, and she smiled at him.
" Now, those clothes are better than the ones I saw you wearing last time!" She said " Where did you get them?"
He pointed out Lira's, and Astoria squealed " I love that place!" After a few minutes of raving about his new look, she then dragged him over to her parents, who were looking at the enchanted stationary -which he had bought the day before. He loved the market- and she introduced him.
" Parents, this is Azymus Evanclear, he boy I told you about. The one I met a few days ago."
" Nice to see you again Azymus." Her father said, and he shook his hand.
Her Mother looked him up and down, and then said, with a smile "I have heard many things about you."
" I hope they weren't all bad." Azymus said, slightly worried under the joking exterior.
" No, actually the only thing wrong with you, according to my daughter were your clothes, and you've already sorted that problem out."
"Then I thank you for your praise." He said, smiling at the lady.
" Mother, can we go now? I want to show Azymus everything in the market!" Astoria had said. She was a very happy child Azymus reflected.
" Yes, but be back here at eleven. Any later, and it is too cold for us to be outside." her Mother had said.
Without another word, he had been dragged off by Astoria, and the first thing she said was " It's never cold around here. She just thinks i'm a baby and have to be asleep by one.
.Memory End.
That was one of many shopping trips he'd been dragged on by the Greengrass sisters. Draco had been made to suffer as well, which made them more friendly. Allying against girls who wanted to dress you in a pink robe generally did that to you.
He enjoyed life down the Alley though. It was peaceful, and he'd never had chance to relax in the Summer before; the Dursleys were always trying to make him suffer by working him like a House Elf. But, really it wasn't their fault. Dumbledore had exploited them. It was him he'd get his revenge on... Speaking of House Elves, he needed to get one.
.Memory Start.
He walked up into Diagon Alley. He needed to vist the Joke Shop. And Knockturn didn't see the need for one- Why prank someone if you can hurt, maim or disable someone?
He was unable to kill Dumbledore however, so that only left him pranking. Pity really.
So that was why he was walking up Diagon, attracting admiring glances from witches- and the odd wizard.
He reached the bright, noisy store, called ' Chaos Collaborators'. It had many different displays, but the one that he was interested in was the corner titled 'REVENGE'. He wandered over, and picked out a few things; A love potion that would make Dumbledore fall in love with Mrs Norris, a potion that changes your hair neon colors that flashed and changes all the time, and various potions in a kit labeled ' REVENGE KIT'. He bought 10 of them.
Then, he saw a pair of red-heads in the store, and he decided to talk to them to see if they too had betrayed him. He hoped not, he liked the twins. He walked up to them, and asked
" Hello. Have you seen the fireworks section? I can't find it."
The twins grinned and pointed to what they were looking at. They said
"We haven't seen you around Hogwarts. What's your name?" They asked in headache inducing synchrony.
" Azymus Evanclear." He told them
" Fred and George Weasley" they replied. " And, I think we have a new partner in crime."
That was another golden memory. He now was good friends with the twins, and would often meet up with them to experiment. He'd even brought them down Knockturn a few times to buy rare potions ingredients, and they'd confessed their Mum was a tad strict about letting them off down here. But, in his opinion, the twins could deal easily with the Knockturners- they all, oddly enough liked them both. Probably the air of mischief that hung around them. He then wondered how many of the Weasley's were involved in betraying him. He'd worked out the twins weren't- He'd got Ion to teach him the Mind arts, and while he was very crap at them, he could sense intentions now, and also if someone entered his mind. He would be almost proficient by the time it was to go to Hogwarts.
He realized that he had to finish up there, so he packed the trunk up, and got into his very fancy robes. He had to make a good impression, or he'd be the laughing stock of the Purebloods.
He was wearing deep blue under robes, that you could just see. He also wore a fancier version of his dragon hide boots. His over robes were black, but had the Evanclear crest on the back, in white. He wore his signet ring, and his opal talisman. He'd washed his hair, so it shone a beautiful white- not an old person's white, snow white. Astoria and Daphne loved his hair. No idea why He thought every time they mentioned it, which was a few times a day. Or hour, more like...
He'd also submitted himself for a haircut, so now, his hair was neat and perfectly styled. He looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled. I look good. He smirked.
Oh, better go! The Portkey leaves in a few minutes.
And with that, Azymus hurried out of the room, and down the stairs, where a servant waited to take him to the Ball.
Enjoy!
I hope i'm not snowed in tomorrow, I have a piano exam! And, if I miss it, I am so screwed!
