Year 2 Part 2
(A/N I have lost my copy of Chamber of secrets, so any part of this year that is not as it should be e.g. notes, speeches, books quotes I am sorry.)
It was the first Saturday back when Harry found himself rudely awoken by Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. "Whzza- mat'er?" Harry moaned, batting away Wood.
"Get out of bed, Canis. Practice." Wood barked.
Harry pulled his arm out from under his pillow and looked at his watch. "Wood, it's six thirty. I am not getting out of this warm, comfortable bed, to march down to the pitch where it is cold, put a thin stick between my legs and ride it. Piss off."
That was when Harry felt his blankets disappear. "Come on, Cane," said a familiar voice.
"We gotta wake up-"
"So do you." Harry opened one eye to see the twins, one holding his blankets the other floating a bucket of water over his head. Behind them the three chasers watched amused by the scene.
"Drop that bucket and- SHITE!!!!" Harry found himself drenched in ice cold water.
He rolled out of bed and peeled off his t-shirt, smirking in the direction of the three elder girls, who blushed at being caught staring at the second years chest. "See something you like, girls?"
* * * *
The practice was terrible, the worse Harry had ever suffered through, first Wood had gone through boards and boards of tactics, strategies and plays, Harry barley understood, and judging by the looks of their blank, tired vacant faces neither did the rest of the team.
When they had finally made it out to the pitch Harry had just made it into the air when a group of students in silver and green marched in. one thought flew through his head what the hell are the Slytherins doing here?!?
"What are you doing here, Flint? I booked the pitch for Gryffindor this morning." Wood told the Slytherin captain landing smoothly and glaring at the team decked in sliver and green.
"Calm down, Wood. I have a note from Professor Snape."
Harry, who had landed and stood behind Wood, peered over his captain's shoulder as he read the note.
I Professor S Snape give the Slytherin team permission to practice, due to the need to train their new seeker.
Harry glanced up and scanned the faces of the Slytherin team, looking for a new face. "You have a new seeker?" Wood questioned. "Who?"
The Slytherins slid apart to reveal the smiling face of. "Malfoy." Harry said shock and hatred in his voice.
"Bloody hell, how the hell did Captain Peroxide get on the team?" June asked, walking up with Ron, Hermione and Neville from where they had been perched in the stands. "I mean I'm surprised his head doesn't keep him grounded."
Harry snorted. Malfoy rounded on him. "You think that's funny to you, Canis? You won't be laughing when you see the donation my father made to the team this year." he brandished a sleek shiny black broom. "The new Nimbus 2001. Outstrips the 2000's by a considerable amount. Think you can beat me now?"
"Jams will still win." Ron spat.
Malfoy sneered. "Canis, is good, but we all know it's the broom that counts." the Slytherin team sniggered their agreement. "Who know though, maybe the Gryffindor team could raise some money to get some new brooms. You could auction those old Cleansweeps off. I expect a respectable broom museum would be interested."
The rest of the team burst into laughter, making a show of holding each other up.
Hermione stepped forwards. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to by their way in," she spat. "They got in on pure talent."
Malfoy sneered. "What would you know about it, you filthy little Mudblood."
Ron was about to draw his wand, but Harry beat him to it. He had heard Malfoy Sir use that word, but James Canis could attack a fully grown Death Eater. He could attack a Death Eater's son though. Harry leapt at Malfoy, plunging his fist into the boys face.
"Never."
SMACK!
"Say."
SMACK!
"That."
SMACK!
"In front"
SMACK!
"Of me."
Harry had Malfoy's robes by the front, bringing him up and ramming his fist into his chest, gut and face, punctuation each word with a punch, he finally brought up Malfoy's head and headcounter the blonde.
Malfoy fell to the ground, his nose was bleeding, most likely broken, and a forming of a black eye was showing. He lay on the floor moaning. Harry climbed to his feet and spat on the broken boy.
"Can't stand that word." Harry spat, he then whipped round and marched back to the Gryffindor changing rooms, stopping only to pick up his broom.
* * * *
While waiting for Harry the others stayed outside, watching the rest of the team practice (the Slytherins had dragged Draco off to the Hospital wing).
"What does that word mean anyway?" Hermione asked. "It can't have been nice, but surely it couldn't have been that bad."
"It means dirty blood." Ron told her. "Some families, the Malfoy's being one believe that people with Muggle blood in them are unfit to learn magic. They think that any others, that aren't pureblood don't deserve to live in our world and some not to live at all."
"Voldemort is a prime example." June said. "Pure blood extremist. He was the Hitler of the magical world, only instead of Jews; he wanted to wipe out any muggle borns, like you."
"Why did James react like that, both his mum and dad was magic, he's said so." Hermione questioned.
A dark look settled on June's face. "There's stuff about James that you two don't know. His mum was a Muggle born. She was killed right in front of James and the end of the war. He still has dreams about it. He can't stand the pure blood shit, people are aloud to believe what ever they want, but he doesn't like it forced on other people."
"How long have you known, James?" Ron asked her.
"Bout three years. Has these heroic tendencies, doesn't like bullies, doesn't like prejudiced prats like Malfoy. Someone was once having a go at me, about having magical creature blood in me; I don't even know what creature. James put him in hospital, with broken ribs, a black eyes and a fractured arm."
"Blimey, and that was before you were dating? What would he be like now?" ~Ron asked.
"Easy," a voice came from behind them. "I'd tear the bastard's reproductive system out and make them eat." Harry grinned, his face looking better and his hair wet.
June smiled walked up and kissed him. "I love you to, hunnie."
* * * *
It was the same day when Harry was sitting in the library studying when a shadow loomed over him. It was Professor Snape. "Hello, Professor, what can I do for you?"
"You can tell me, Mr Canis, why you took it upon yourself to beat up Draco Malfoy, in a muggle way no less." Snape sneered.
"I did it, Sir. Because Draco Malfoy is an arrogant, racist bigot, who should really consider what he says before he opens his mouth. I don't suppose he told you what he said to merit such a beating?" Harry asked, and then continued not letting Snape reply. "He called Hermione Granger a Mudblood. I don't know about you but I despise that word, just as I despise bullies. Mr Malfoy is both combined."
"That still does not give you reason to take it upon yourself to punish him." Snape sneered.
"I punished him because I knew you wouldn't. My mother was a Muggle born and she was murdered by a Pureblood nutter, as I was there and it comes to me in nightmares you can understand why I am against Pureblood bigots." Harry sneered.
"You have a detention with me in a weeks time because of your behaviour." Snape sneered. He swooped away his robes billowing behind him.
Harry sent the finger at the man's back. "Later, batman."
And at those words an idea formed in Harry's mind.
* * * *
Harry stood in front of Snape's wardrobe, weaving spells around the robes, shirts and shoes, then the teacher's living quarter's door, the staff table and the potions room. He smirked as he crept back to Gryffindor tower, smirking. He had to find the weird little first year with a camera.
He was just passing the Defence rooms when he heard a voice. "Come … let me rip … come to me … let me kill "
Harry stopped dead, listening hard, a light burnt from under a door. Harry deciding who ever had spoken had to be in there drew his wand and kicked the door open, swinging in. there was a girlish shriek.
Gilderoy Lockheart looked up; white as a sheet his mouth open and his eyes closed. Scattered across the desk were pictures of him. Harry shook his head and left before Lockheart built up the courage to open his eyes. "Wimp."
Arriving back in the Gryffindor common room he found June waiting for him. She grinned at him, rising gracefully to her feet walking over to him and kissing him gently.
"What kept you?" she asked. "You went down to the library four hours ago."
He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, got an idea for a prank. Then I think I gave Lockheart a heart attack."
He proceeded to tell her about Snape, his pranks, the voice and scaring Lockheart. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "You do know Cane that even in the circles I travel in hearing voices like that is not a good thing."
He nodded. "Yeah, I know, I have a really bad feeling and I think it's just going to get worse. Do carry your stuff on you?"
She lifted her shirt and showed him a curved dagger strapped to her waist, pulled her wand from her sleeve, and finally reached down and pulled a handful of throwing knives from her boot. "Satisfied?"
He smiled. "Very," he bent down and kissed her.
Neither of them saw the portrait-hole open and a small figure run in the shadows to the girl's staircase.
* * * *
Harry waited with baited breath as the school converged on the Great Hall for breakfast. June sat beside him, her hand on his leg.
"James, what you waiting for?" Neville asked from across the table, digging into his pure meat breakfast.
"Snape." Harry told the werewolf and grinned. "Finally!"
Just as he said the teachers name he appeared, walking under the archway of the door way. There was a flash of light the sound 'POW' and Snape appeared dressed in the Adam West Batman suit, the theme tune playing.
The Muggle borns in the hall burst out laughing; there was a flash of a camera, and another. That Creevy kid had brought his camera. Snape looked out raged, trying to pull the cowl off of his head, but failing miserably.
That was when stage two of the prank went off, the ceiling of the great hall went black and from the podium that Dumbledore normally delivered his speeches from a light shone into the ceiling.
"The bat-signal." Hermione breathed. She looked at Harry who was grinning up at the circle with a bat in the middle. "You didn't have anything to do with this, did you?"
This only caused Harry to grin wider. "Maybe."
"Cane." She groaned
"Wait for the last bit before you have go, the best hasn't come yet."
"WAIT FOR ME BATMAN!" came a yell from behind Snape.
Dumbledore bounded into the room dressed in a Robin costume. The student in the hall couldn't take it anymore, even those who had never heard of Batman and Robin hell off of their chairs laughing, the Slytherins couldn't help laughing as well, the sight of their head of house and headmaster prancing around in tights was just too funny.
June turned to Harry. "Score."
* * * *
Dear Padfoot and Moon Man
Please find enclosed photos and score me. Bet you guys never pulled anything like this. I think Snape makes a much better Batman than Adam West ever did; I think Dumbledore was a bit too old for the role of sidekick though.
Am planning huge prank on Lockheart, please send the gene splicer potion that Mira invented two years ago, as well as some Ash winder eggs. June says hi.
Now onto serious stuff (and I don't mean stuff belonging to you) is there any reason why I should hear a voice no one else can hear, I also get the strange sensation of being watched 24/7, please advise.
James
* * * *
"Hey, Nick, why the long face?" Harry asked the Gryffindor ghost.
"Ah, young James, I was merely reading this letter from the ghost organisation known as the headless hunt. They have yet again denied my request to join." The ghost told Harry.
"How come?" Harry questioned curious.
"Apparently only having half the neck severed isn't enough for certain fully decapitated spirits." Nick huffed. "You'd think having numerous swings at your neck with a blunt axe would be enough to class me as being headless."
Harry smirked at the ghost's attempt at humour. "Why were you executed anyway?"
Nick's frown turned into a sly grin. "I was caught in the chambers of a Lord's daughter. When he caught us I wasn't wearing a stitch."
"Whoa, Sir Nick was a player." Harry grinned.
Nick gave a ghost equivalent to a blush. "I tried, it seems you are doing okay for yourself as well young James." the ghost smirked. "I heard, only the other day a fifth year girl commenting on how she would like to get her hands on you in a year or two, and a Slytherin no less."
Harry grinned. "Ah, alas," he said with a smile on his face, "it is the curse of being born good looking."
"You remind me so much of myself in my youth, you also sound like a young man who was here twenty years ago. A player through and through." Nick smiled. "One of the only people who could tame Peeves."
"Hey, Nick. Could I try a spell on you? It might help with the headless hunt." Harry said, having a sudden brainstorm.
"Of course. Don't expect it to work though."
"Incidere silenti etc!" Harry sliced his wand through Nick's neck.
The effect was instantaneous. There was a white flash, and Nick's head rolled free of his body. Nick looked shocked, and was then replaced with a look of great pleasure. His body floated over and picked up his head. Putting his head under his arm Nick smirked again. "Sir Patrick, eat your cold dead heart out."
He threw his head and it bounced off the floor. Harry laughed; he had never seen the Gryffindor ghost act so undignified.
"Young James, in return of the huge favour you have done me I insist you come to my Death day party on Halloween, down in the dungeons, bring your friends as well, the more the merrier." Nick smiled.
"I'll be there Fully-headless Nick."
Nicks laughing could be heard as he floated off, his head tucked firmly under his arm.
The week leading up to Halloween was one of the most entertaining of Harry's life. Nick now being headless, had decided to pull some life back into his death, placing his head in the most unexpected places, most done, Harry expected, for his benefit.
The best one had to be in potions when the potion Snape was making during class exploded, due to Snape pouring to much Acid into his potion, thanks to the shock he received by seeing Nick's head floating in his cauldron.
Nick had in essence become a second Peeves, but one of which liked Harry and would help him out when asked.
* * * *
"This is going to be great." June grinned. "I love parties."
Harry smirked; he had not told the others what the party was for or whose party it was. "I have a feeling we're going to the life of this party." he grinned at the others confused faces.
They arrived in the dungeons, Harry grinned as he heard the sound of the band, what seemed to be fingernails scraping down a chalk board met his ears. The others winced. "What's that sound, Cane?" Neville asked, covering his ears.
"Well may I welcome you guys to our first ever death say party." he opened a door; the room was filled with black drapes, ghosts floating absently around.
"James!" Harry looked over to see Nick gliding towards them, his head tucked under his arm. "Glad you could make it. I've finally been accepted to the hunt." he grinned and smiled at Harry. "And I owe it all to you young James."
Harry shrugged. "All in a days work."
The group milled around, talking to a few of the phantoms, Harry grinned when he found out that the Bloody Baron was actually quite a talker, and mischievous at that. Harry found out that the Baron had known Slytherin personally.
"As his half-brother I should have known him. Arrogant sod, it was most of my money he used for potions ingredients." the blood covered ghost complained.
"I thought Slytherin was meant to be an evil blood purist maniac, wasn't he?" Harry asked.
"Sweet Merlin, no. Sal believed nothing of the type. It was our brother who spread that around, he was the cur that killed me." The Baron complained. "It was Sal's twin, Luthor, he plotted to kill Sal, and take Sal's share of the school."
"Whoa, did he do it?" Harry asked getting interested.
The Baron shook his head. "Nope, I found out fought him, he killed me, I warned Sal, Sal made a runner and Luthor got kicked out for being Dark and evil, he was almost as bad as your You-Know-Who was. Sal hunted him and killed him, but got himself killed in the process and never cleared his name."
"Ouch. What a way to go." Harry exclaimed.
The Baron nodded and said his good bye. "If you ever want a history lesson better than that idiot Binns gives just ask."
"I will and thanks."
* * * *
Harry climbed the stairs with June, Ron, Hermione and Neville gone up before them as they had been uncomfortable in so many dead people's presence. "I guess we're used to it." June shrugged when Harry pointed this out. "I mean I was born dead, and you've hung round with vampires, werewolves and had lessons from ghosts and hell your Uncle is pretty much dating a woman who had been in a magical time stop coma for the past fifty years."
"I gue-" Harry was cut off.
"…rip … kill…"
Harry stopped dead. June looked at him worried.
"Cane, what is it?"
Harry turned trying to hear the direction the voice had come from, and then he took off. "It's that fuckin' voice again, the one I heard when I was setting those pranks for Snape."
"… hungry…"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Harry stormed as he ran after it. "Just keep talking."
"Cane, this is crazy. Babe just slow down." June panted after him.
"Kill… must kill…"
Harry ran up two flights of stairs turning a corner and another.
"Blood … I smell BLOOD!!"
"It's planning to kill someone." Harry yelled. "We need to find it."
"Cane, stop." June yelled. Her nostrils were flaring. "This way." she took off, Harry at her heels, the wound their way through the labyrinth of corridors. "There." June pointed ahead, something wet was shining on the wall. Foot high words were painted on the wall. "It's blood."
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.
ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE
"What's that?" Harry asked reaching down. Hanging from a torch bracket, stiff as a board was Mrs Norris, the caretaker's cat. He looked up at June. "We need to get out of here before-"
He was cut off as footsteps were heard; two crowds appeared one at each end of the corridor. All students and staff stopped. Seeing the words, and Harry holding the still Mrs Norris.
Malfoy was at the head of one, he looked at Harry, June and then the cat. "Enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"
Harry screamed with rage, everything that had happened, and now Malfoy saying that word made him flip, he charged forwards, dropping the cat and started hitting the blonde boy.
Filch, the caretaker and Mrs Norris's owner made his way through, he saw the cat, saw Harry holding Malfoy by the robes and saw the blood on the wall. Finally returning to Harry who had stopped beating Malfoy to look up.
"Y…You…" Filch growled.
Harry looked around. "I know exactly what this looks like. I can explain everything." he stopped as Dumbledore arrived on the scene, seeming to just appear there. Harry saw him. "Bugger."
A/N: Just so you guys know there probably wont b an update for a while. I am nearing the end of my media course and am behind in the work, so I'm working like a maniac trying to finish it all. Sorry. I am NOT abandoning this story, I just need time on my other work.