Magic I Psalm-lemnly Swear
Category: Harry Potter / Le Chevalier D'Eon
Rating: M
Warning: Alcohol consumption, gore, nudity, and heterosexual & homosexual content. Dumbledore bashing, Ron bashing, Ginny bashing, and Molly bashing. Good!Snape&Controlled!Malfoys
Pairing: Implied Lia/Maximillien, past D'Eon/Maximillien, and D'Eon/Harry Potter
Author's Note: School and work have kicked off, so there will be limited time to update, but I WILL update!
Disclaimer: If I had my way, Snape, Sirius and Maximillien would live. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR LE CHEVALIER D'EON! Reviews and CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM are welcome, and flames I will extinguish with aguamenti on.
Last Chapter:
"Are you really that stupid to not think of using a translation charm?"
The room was silent before there was laughter. Moody started howling with laughter, Sirius fell off his chair and was on the floor, Remus was chuckling accompanied by Tonks snickering, all poor Kingsley could do was blush profusely, and Snape quirked one side of his lips. But the most surprising reaction came from:
"Albus, why didn't you think of using the translation charm?"
All laughter stopped as McGonagall held up her wand that she had hidden behind her back. "I certainly remembered to cast one."
Chapter 5: There is No Speech Nor Language, Where Their Voice is Not Heard
~Fred & George Weasley POV~
"Why the nerve of that boy!"
Fred and George looked on from their hiding place as they watched their father lead their quite agitated mother from the kitchen, thankfully not noticing their Extendable Ears.
'Shall we get closer, oh brother of mine?' George asked his just as dashingly handsome brother.
'Indeed we shall.'
And with that, the two of them scampered over from where they were hiding till they were next to the door.
"Now that we have introduced ourselves, can you tell us more about yourself?" they heard Dumbledore's voice from the door.
"Va te faire foutre, connard sucer citron." Was the response that the boys heard.
Grinning to each other, Fred transfigured a couple of his loose buttons into dicta quills while his brother transfigured several pieces of parchment. They were both wearing matching grins on their faces; they knew that something hilarious was about to occur in the kitchen. When the two foreign schools came for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, they had hung out with some of the students from France. They ended up being taught some French, along with the not-so-nice words.
As the "interrogation" went on their grins got wider and wider and the insults got worse with each response.
"Versxigxos mortintoj, filo de putino Dementor! Vi devus esti neutered jarcentojn, vi animon mamnutrado, lulio ŝteli malsana fuck!"
George's eyes bulged as they both started to chuckle. It was just too damn funny, and best of all, they didn't need a translation charm to understand Esperanto!
"What are you two doing?"
And their joy was ended as their brother Ron and his girlfriend-but-won't-admit-it Hermione. Personally, they didn't like what was going on between them and Harry. Harry was too sweet and naive for their greedy and jealous brother and the overbearing, pushy bookroom.
"What a buzzkill," Fred muttered under his breath before they both turned to face them.
"Keep it down, or you're gonna get us caught," George whispered harshly to them.
Before the two could get in a word, Fred hushed them as they heard a ton of laughter erupt from the room. Apparently, it was so loud that it broke through the silencing wards that were placed. George quickly peeked from the corner of his eyesight, and saw that Hermione had quite the stunned look on her face, and Ron looked confused.
'When isn't he confused?' George thought to himself as they heard the laughing quiting down.
"Albus, why didn't you think of using the translation charm?" they heard Professor McGonagall ask.
There was a slight pause until they heard her voice again.
"I certainly remembered to cast one."
The two brothers started to laugh hard. The great bloody Albus with-too-many-middle-names Dumbledore forgot to cast the translation charm?! This was just bloody hilarious!
"FRED! GEORGE!"
~End Fred & George's POV~
As everyone gaped at McGonagall, d'Eon couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself. How great was Dumbledore really when his deputy headmistress thought ahead instead of him? The amusement was cut as a screech sounded from the otherside of the door.
"FRED! GEORGE!"
Sounds like the harpy caught someone eavesdropping Lia remarked from inside d'Eon's mind.
Being overly curious, d'Eon got up from his seat and walked to the door. Upon opening it, he caught a glimpse of two red headed blurs bounding up the stairs as the red-faced Mrs. Weasley was fuming several feet from the door. Seeing some more red from the corner of d'Eon's eye, he turned his head to see a tall, gangley red haired boy standing next to a girl with bushy brown hair.
Upon calming down, Mrs. Weasley noticed where d'Eon's eyes were. She gestured to the boy and girl to come a bit closer.
"d'Eon," she started. "This is my youngest son Ron, and his muggleborn friend Hermione."
"A pleasure," responded the girl dryly as the red head just stared at him.
"Ron, Hermione," Mrs. Weasley interrupted Ron's staring. "This is d'Eon de Beaumont. He's come all the way from France to help out with the Order."
I was obvious that she was still rankled from the previous conversation, as the tone in her voice spoke of her dislike to him.
"France?" Hermione asked questioningly. "Do you perhaps know Fluer?"
As d'Eon looked at Hermione, he could tell that even though she spoke in a snobbish manner befitting of a lowly noble, he noticed a great contradiction in her eyes. Her brown eyes held a deep kindness and a need for help. He sighed inwardly. Looks like another student for Becky to assess and treat.
d'Eon nodded his head. "If you're wondering about Fluer Delacour, then yes, I do know. In fact, she's my second cousin as our grandmothers were sisters."
"Were?"
d'Eon was bout to answer Hermione's question when he was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"Can you describe to us what you meant about helping us?" the old man asked him.
All d'Eon did was tilt his head as if he was listening to something. "I will tell you under these two conditions. One:" here he pointed up and pitched his voice so it was a bit louder. "If those listening on the stairs would come down here."
Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, all heads turned as twin red headed boys came down first, followed by who was obviously their younger sister.
"Fred! George! Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley screeched - I mean reprimanded - at them as the twins merely grinned at d'Eon while discreetly motioning with their hands that they had heard d'Eon's "performance" from earlier. They were only able to go unnoticed from anyone else due to Mrs. Weasley admonishing to Ginny how "a young lady shouldn't do such things like eavesdrop."
Dumbledore turned to face him once more. "And the second condition?"
Hearing those words, Mrs. Weasley stopped her tirade and everyone looked at d'Eon.
"Well, due to both Ron and Hermione being here, and since they are friends of Harry Potter," here d'Eon paused as he inwardly grinned to himself, while outside a small smirk showed on his lips.
"The second condition is that Harry Potter must be here in order for me to tell my tale."
AN: ...Personally, I'm not happy with this chapter. I've rewritten this chapter several times to try and make it longer, and this is what I got. And, personally to me, this chapter felt more like a filler. Hopefully I can get the Dementor attack in the next chapter!... why is it that I don't like this chapter yet I'm happy for the Dementor attack?
