Outsider Chronicles: Screw Fate!
A lot of people believe that being reborn as your favorite character would be fun, but I wonder how many of you actually think about what that would mean? It wouldn't be cool, it'd be annoying and, quite possibly, lethal. Awe well, at least I finally get the chance to tell that manipulative old man to go fuck himself.
And here we go with some more bullshit. Before we begin, the poll is now over with the final result being...drum roll...the Fate Route! Considering some of the ideas I have for the not too distant future, you lot are either going to be praising my name for incredible twist or trying to stab me with pointy things. Either way, Enjoy!
Chapter 9
Following the Troll incident, nothing much really changed. I mean, Ron and his goons were in detention for a month and the Gryffindor hourglass was looking rather anemic, resulting in said boys being in the dog house with the entire house, but other than that, nothing. We didn't even go to the Quidditch match as not one of us really cared about the game enough to go. I did plan to try out next year, but I really don't like watching sport, Hermione found it equally dull and Neville was studying up on Personal Reality after we explained it to him. He found it fascinating, but it was the same kind of fascination that Mr Weasley had with Muggles, so I doubted he'd be joining Hermione and I in our little science bubble any time soon.
There was one slightly interesting event that made me think that maybe certain events couldn't be avoided. It was during one of our visits to Hagrids (who, despite being an avid Dumbledore supporter) was still an OK guy and made an excellent cuppa. We were discussing teachers and the conversation turned to Snape and the fact he'd been limping lately. Neville mentioned that he'd noticed a large bite on his leg that looked like it had been done by a dog, leading Hermione to mention Fluffy. Naturally, that got a reaction from Hagrid.
"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy?" spluttered Hermione.
"Yeah — he's mine — bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year — I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the —"
"Yes?" said Neville eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
"But if Snape was bitten by it, doesn't that mean he was trying to get past it?" said Hermione, "What if hes trying to steal whatever its guarding?"
I stifled the urge to groan and drop my face into my hands. Something told me this was going to be a right pain in the ass.
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."
"Then why did Fluffy bite him?"
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Fluffy bit him, but he is known for being a bit...temperamental and he really doesn't like Snape. Now, listen to me, all three of yeh — yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel —"
"Aha!" said Neville, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"
Hagrid looked furious with himself.
So thats what Hermione and Neville were currently most interested in while I did my best to stay far, far away from the issue. Not that they made it easy and there were a few times that I was sorely tempted to just tell them about Flamal, but it was too amusing watching them look in completely the wrong places while I blatantly read a copy of 'The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel' in front of them. I even transfigured and animated a copy of Alphonse armour to follow them around regurgitating lines from the show, but that just annoyed Hermione to the point that she started firing hexes at me.
Eventually, the holidays rolled around and with it, the castle emptied, leaving me almost completely alone in Gryffindor Tower. Unfortunately, my only company were the Weasleys and a couple of seventh year girls I didn't know, along with a blond girl in my year who I also didn't know. I didn't exactly have chance to get to know them either as I spent as much time as possibly far away from the castle, enjoying the Christmas festivities down in Australia. It was quite the experience to have a BBQ on December the 24th.
On Christmas morning, I came downstairs to a welcome gift...Ron on the floor in pain. I paused on the stairs and stared at the scene before me. Ron was on the floor, curled up in the feotle position, clutching his stomach with his attacker stood over him. It was the first year girl who had stuck around. She was a Muggleborn, but still had the air of Nobility that many Purebloods wished they could have with the 'pure' personality to match...so long as you didn't piss her off. Then she'd pound you into the ground with no problems at all. She had long, golden blond hair styled into tight curls and tied back with large, blue ribbons and her outfit was also blue.
"Should I come back later?" I asked.
"No, I just caught this buffoon trying to help himself to other people's gifts," sniffed the girl as she turned to me.
Now, despite being the the same class and House, its impossible to really know everyone, especially when one has completely different social circles. As such, its not completely irrational that we'd never really encountered each other. What doesn't make a lick of sense is how in the hell we hadn't recognized one another sooner.
"Wha...you're that oaf Dursley's cousin!"
"You're that girl who beat the snot out of Dudley!"
We said at the same time. We stared at each other for a moment, before bursting out laughing.
"Whoa, small world," I said, as I descended the steps fully and stepped over Ron's incensed form, "So, since we're apparently from the same area and housemates, lets introduce ourselves properly. Harry Potter, Fates spitoon."
The girls snorted.
"A pleasure to meet you Mr Potter," she said, "I am Luviagelita Edelfelt, but you may call me Luvia."
I blinked a few times. That name seemed oddly familiar...after a moment, I shrugged it off as unimportant and instead turned to the tree.
"So, what did you do to get banished to Scotland over the holidays?" I asked as I started sorting through the gifts to find mine.
"My Father is involved in some rather...sensitive business right now," said Luvia, "He requested that I remain here so I don't accidentally get caught up in something nasty. Its bad enough that my sisters running around, but at least she knows not to go into Fathers Workshop."
"Your dads a workman?" I asked.
"More like a scientist," said Luvia, "Whats that?"
"I have no idea," I said as I held up the, frankly, hideous green jumper with a big H on the chest, "I think its from the Weasley matriarch though. Why she sent me such a thing I have no idea."
"I think our dear Mother…"
"...is under the impression that you and Ronniekins are friends," said the Twins as they rounded the corner.
They didn't even glance at their brother as they entered the room.
"Alright, may I ask why?" I asked, "I mean, I would have thought even a half blind sloth would have figured out I hated his guts."
"Honestly Harry…"
"...we have no idea."
The Twins wished us a merry christmas and left to do...whatever it was they did when they went of on their own. I glanced down at the home made fudge that came with the jumper and delicately placed it to one side. I didn't trust it not to be stuffed to the gills with potions. Other than the Weasley jumper, I got a book on Transfiguration from Hermione, another on Herbology from Neville and a third on high end physics from Saten. That left one, very light parcel that I would happily bet my wand contained the Cloak. Fortunately, Luvia had already headed off somewhere so no one other than Dumbles would know about the Cloak and I'd have some privacy to scan it to make sure the old codger hadn't done anything to it.
"Stupid fucking manipulative old goat fucker!" I muttered through gritted teeth as I finished dispelling the last of the many, MANY spells that had been lacing my Cloak, ranging from tracking spells to one that I think was meant to allow Dumbledore and Moody to see through my cloak.
The only one I left on was a compulsion charm that seemed to be leading to somewhere inside the castle. My best guess was that it was tied to the Mirror and I was rather curious as to what I'd see. If it wasn't...well, I can teleport, so it wasn't that hard to get away from anything that put me in danger, even if I did end up in Amsterdam.
That was for later though, right now I was more interested in having fun and Christmas Dinner was exactly what I needed for that. Between the incredibly Wizarding Crackers, incredibly food and the teachers getting tipsy, it was a truly enjoyable feast, even if it was a tad heavy. With that in mind, I decided to go and work off the feast. After a quick stop to change into something easier to move in, I came back down to find Luvia seemed to have had a similar idea and was currently stretching in the courtyard. Since there was a good number of classrooms off this area, it was charmed to be at a comfortable temperature all year round, making it the perfect place to train, so long as there weren't any other students around. Like me, she was wearing workout clothes and, like her dress earlier, they were blue. I smirked as I teleported a pair of padded gloves to my hands and slipped them on.
"Hey Luvia, you up for a spar?" I called as I tightened the velcro straps.
The blond looked up in surprise, taking in my shorts and tshirt I wore for my workouts, as well as the blue and gold padded gloves I was wearing, before she smirked and nodded.
"If you think you can take me," she said, "But aren't you Purebloods to good for good old fashioned fisticuffs?"
"Eh, I'm a Halfblood," I said with a shrug, "Besides, theres nothing like a good fight to get ones blood pumping."
"To true."
We both slipped into stances and readied ourselves, eyes scanning one another for the slightest hint of an opening. Then, an icicle on the edge of the courtyard where the charm was the weakest fell and we sprang into action. There was a dull boom as our fists collided together. I blinked as I realized I had subconsciously enhanced my strength, but it looked like Luvia had done the same, thank god. If she hadn't, I probably would have shattered her hand. Actually, she'd have done the same to me, but that's beside the point.
I twisted my wrist and grabbed her wrist, using her arm as a pivot point to swing up and around, aiming a kick at her head, which slammed into her forearm with another loud retort.
"Aw crap," I muttered as I felt Luvia grab my wrist and ankle.
She turned on her heel and threw me across the courtyard. I hit the fountain in the middle feet first and pushed back off, crushing the stone under the force. Luvia looked surprised I'd recovered so quickly, but crossed her arms in front of her face to block my counter. I smirked as I pushed off the air and shot off to the side, bouncing off another invisible platform to land an elbow to Luvia's kidney. She staggered a few steps and glared at me as I landed on my hands and flipped back to my feet.
"That was a dirty trick," she said.
"All's fair in love and war," I drawled.
Luvia glowered, before she smirked a smirk that made me seriously regret saying that.
"Oh really?" she asked.
I gulped. Luvia's smirk widened as she slammed her fists together and dropped back into her stance.
"Lets see if you can back that up!"
She charged and launched into a barrage of attacks that I was hard pressed to keep up with, both in speed and power. To compensate, I cranked up my enhancement, ignoring the slight burning sensation in my limbs as thin, green lines started to appear on my skin. At this speed, each of our strikes created loud booms as they connected and blasted holes in the flagstones when they hit the floor. We'd already decimated the fountain in the center and now the floor looked like someone had been letting of mines in it. This also had the effect of throwing up large clouds of dust, obscuring our vision and making the fight that much more interesting. It was thanks to that that I didn't notice Luvia ducking behind me as she dodged a strike to the diaphragm. I did however notice when she grabbed me around the middle with both hands.
"Oh sh…"
I was cut off as Luvia lifted me clean off the ground and slammed me head first into the flagstone floor. Needless to say, I tapped out after that considering that, despite the fact I'd strengthened my skull as much as I could with my magic to prevent it from cracking like an egg, it was still ringing like a bell.
"Next time we're using a proper sparring ring," I groaned as I pulled my head out of the floor.
"Sorry about that, I got carried away," said Luvia, looking sheepish.
The sound of an applause drew our attention to the edge of the courtyard where everyone else still in the castle was stood, likely having been drawn by the racket we were making, while Madam Pomfrey was hurrying towards us, looking annoyed.
"Honestly, what were you two thinking?!" she demanded as she started waving her wand over me, "Especially you Miss Edelfelt…you're lucky you didn't crush his skull!"
Luvia looked sheepish.
"Yes, well, its been awhile since I've had a decent spar," she said, "I got a little carried away."
Madam Pomfrey huffed and pulled me to my feet.
"You two are coming to the Hospital Wing," she said and dragged me towards the school, ignroing my protest.
"20 points from Gryffindor for damaging School property," said Flitwick as we passed him, "And 40 points to Gryffindor for an impressive display of Muggle and Magical fighting styles."
Dumbles POV
Dumbledore had gone right past worried and into terrified. He knew that his plans were ruined as soon as Minerva had dragged Mr Weasley into his office by the ear and demanded that he be placed on suspension, if not expelled, for beating up young Miss Granger. It had taken all his Grandfatherly charm and a compulsion or two to get Minerva to drop the issue and accept a heavy point loss and a month's detention. It wasn't like he could allow one of his most important pieces to be removed from the board, even if his value had dropped somewhat now he wasn't friends with Harry.
However, even with that little wrinkle, he was sure he could still regain control of the situation. Young Ginevra was due to start next year and that would be the perfect time to make a start the process of having Harry fall for her so Dumbledore could get his hands on the Potter fortune through the Weasleys once Harry completed his Destiny and died at Toms hand. Admittedly, with how Harry had been acting, he had been leery of giving Harry the Cloak, but it was something of his Fathers and the poor boy deserved something to remember them by before the end. Besides, thanks to the Charms he'd layered on it, it would only help in guiding the boy to his Destiny.
However, now he was seriously regretting gifting the Cloak to Harry after seeing the devastation he and Miss Edelfelt had wrought in the courtyard. 11 year old children should NOT be able to blast craters in solid stone with nothing but their fists, to say nothing of the fact that the Magic running through said stone increased its strength significantly! The last time he'd seen something like that was during the war with Grindelwald when that Brunestud girl had completely obliterated an entire company of Grindelwald's forces, the town they were hiding in and most of the surrounding area with nothing but her bare fists. Admittedly, that was a tad more impressive, but its not like seeing people punch holes in stone is an everyday sight in the Wizarding World!
But that was beside the point. The reason Dumbledore was so nervous was that, if Harry was competent, he may actually manage to defeat Tom, which would utterly ruin all of Dumbledore's plans. He was already far too good with Magic for Dumbledore's liking, but his apparent skill in Muggle fighting and his sheer physical strength...it made Dumbledore wonder if the young Potter was entirely Human. He'd just have to hope that the Mirror would give him something to use to get Harry back under control or, failing that, the potions that laced the fudge Molly had sent Harry should serve to bring him back to Ronald. Still, perhaps he should make contingencies…
On his perch, Fawkes the Phoenix shook his head sadly as he watched his old friend slip further and further away. He let out a croon, followed by a shining tear as Dumbledore flinched slightly at the quiet but pure sound.
And done. Well, that was interesting. Since I decided to use the Fate Route, I decided to get started and smack you over the head with a blatant new character.
In case your wondering, Harry hasn't figured out that Luvia is a Fate character because, well, why would he? I mean, we only see Luvia when she's 17 and she's currently 11. Not only does she have a lot of growing to do, but also Harry would never put two and two together without a blatant battering over the head with the truth. That'll come soon enough though.
Yeahhh, Dumbles is evil. Or at least, hes certainly going that way. Don't expect Fawkes to stick around much longer!
He also encountered one of the Brunestud sisters. Which one and why she was squashing Wizarding nazi's I'll leave up to you to figure out. I'll also leave it up to you to decided how Dumbles got away with his head still attached considering what his reaction to that probably was.
Luvia is technically a Muggleborn since Wizards and Magus are completely different in just about every aspect. Hell, they mostly don't even know the other exists, although both are aware of the Magicians who use the Idol Theory. How could they not when Necessarius is a part of the Church?
And with that, I'm done. Don't forget to leave a review on the way out!
