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Hello everyone. Silverlocke980 here. This is Chapter 8, Harry's Madness! (despite the fact, of course, that fanfiction.net says it's Chapter 11...) I won't waste any time in a long intro, but I do have one thing to say:
DOES ANYONE WATCH BIG O?!?!?!?!?
Damn it, people! Try to send me a review if you do! I've tried everywhere! (sniffle) And apparently, no one has any idea what I'm talking about. Look through the four Big O questions in the last chapter of Harry's Madness, try to remember the answers or your opinions, and add a review about it. Do this for the sake of my sanity, okay?
And on a secondary note, somebody in their review asked me about Voldemort. He's still around, but he has yet to make a move, biding his time. Voldemort has scattered reports that mention the Black Tide, but like most of the wizarding world, he doesn't know enough to do anything yet. He's also been very worried about Dumbledore's murder and Hogwarts' destruction. Although the Ministry blames it on him and the Death Eaters, he obviously knows better, and worries about anybody strong enough to kill Dumbledore and then reduce Hogwarts to rubble.
And now, without further ado, it's...
"SHOWTIME!"
Chapter 8
The Rape of Beauxbatons
Beauxbatons, the second largest school of magic in Europe, stood at the foothills of the French Alps. The school for almost all southern Europe and the northernmost parts of Africa, Beauxbatons accommadated 8,000 students, a little under 2,000 students less than Hogwarts, which had been the largest school. It resembled Hogwarts to a great extent, but instead of four separate towers, it had only one. This was the Headmaster's Office from which Madame Maxine's owl had been sent three days ago, to the Ministry of Magic, seeking aid.
The Ministry of Magic was still deaf to those (Percy Weasley among them) who told them that a new force had arisen. With Cornelius Fudge (it's head and leader) dead, and Albus Dumbledore (who could have convinced them) dead as well, the Ministry was too disorganized and confused to do anything. They didn't even believe the Black Tide existed. They believed that Death Eaters had destroyed Hogwarts.
Their disbelief would spell the end of Beauxbatons as well. They had sent her owl back with a letter telling her to "calm down" and stop these "ridiculous observations." They particularly guffawed the part about Harry Potter leading an army. They all thought it a grand joke.
Madame Maxine looked out her window from Beauxbatons single tower. Below her, those few teachers who would fight were getting killed. Cho Chang, riding Whipstitch (who she had gained a great fondness for), laughed as the monstrosity cut down another hapless teacher. One teacher was dragged away, kicking and screaming, by a Dusk Knight's spider. Another Dusk Knight rode up, and they tore the hapless man in half. Their mounts feasted upon his intestines as they spilled onto the ground. He was still screaming when they ripped his face off.
Madame Maxine turned from the window. Her room was cluttered heavily, and an observer would be surprised at how much her office and Dumbledore's resembled. Pictures of headmaster's past hung on the walls, and without one exception they were all gloomy. Several were crying.
Madame Maxine looked at her desk. On it was a device she had crafted when she heard that Harry was coming. By the gods, she wished she didn't have to do this. She went over to it and studied it for a moment.
The device sat in the middle of the only clear spot on the desk, which was cluttered with parchments and oddities. The device was a sphere, perfectly round, set into a circular mount. It glowed blue, and the colors inside seemed to roll, like an ocean wave. It was beautiful.
It was also deadly. The Ministry had outlawed these weapons for years. THey were called Shatterstars, and a single one could destroy hundreds of people in a blow. They disrupted the patterns of life and magic when activated, and the range could be from ten feet to ten miles. They made the atom bombs Muggles used look like firecrackers. This one wasn't an actual Shatterstar; she had created it with the help of her teachers, and it wasn't quite as powerful as a real Shatterstar. Still, it was powerful enough for what she needed it to do.
She planned on completely destroying Beauxbatons with it. A single touch, one whispered word, and...
" What are you doing around here?" said a female voice Madame Maxine remembered. She whipped around to look in a corner that had been bare moments ago. Anger lit her giantess face.
" You! I'd haf thought' you would nefer haf shown your face 'ere again, Fleur!" she shouted at the figure before her.
Fleur Delacour stood before her, in the corner of the room. Madame Maxine could only see her face, but that was enough to direct her hatred at, and her magic as well. She raised her wand towards the grinning face in front of her.
Before she could strike, a loud flapping sound filled the room. Her hand suddenly exploded in gore, and before the crimson rush of blood removed it from sight, Madame Maxine saw three objects that looked like steel feathers imbedded in what was left of her hand. They had chopped off most of her fingers, and her wand fell to the floor, it's three pieces smoking. Madame Maxine screamed and clutched her wounded hand. In front of her, Fleur stepped out. Madame Maxine's eyes widened in horror as she saw what Fleur had become.
Her face was unchanged, but below that point her body was covered in gray, metallic-looking feathers. Her hands were wicked claws, and two wings sprouted from her back. Her feet were talons. They clicked on the floor as she approached Madame Maxine.
Madame Maxine scrambled backwards, trying to reach the Shatterstar. Fleur's smile never changed as she swept her wings forward, crossing them in front of her. She snapped them back, and now Madame Maxine identified that strange flapping sound. From the flapping wings four feathers, their edges sharper than any sword, shot out and buried themselves in the flesh of her things. Madame Maxine, hamstrung now and bleeding severely, cried out and crumpled to the floor. She ordered her legs to move and felt the message sizzle en route. The connections down there were gone. All she could feel was an cold, invading feeling where the feathers were buried. She whimpered in pain. Fleur stepped in front of her and spoke rapidly in their natural tongue.
*" I've seen the most amazing things,"* she said, lowering her face to Madame Maxine's. The half-giantess' body rocked with pain. *" I've become the most amazing things. This is my heritage, and this school my right. You will not take it away from me with your pitiful toy."* Looking at the Shatterstar on the desk, still glowing serenely as if removed from this blood-soaked scene, she continued, *" It's the world of the Tide now. The world where I will claim my birthright. Did you know that my grandmother was hunted? That veela are hunted the world over?"* She rose up, and then began pacing the room, shaking her head slowly. Madame Maxine, her life blood leaking out, could do nothing more than watch and listen. *" They are enslaved when found. Most of them end up as the sexual "pets" of governors and other high-ranking officials of whatever government manages to find them- or worse, they use them in spells. I've heard that a single veela in good health can fetch prices of thousands of Galleons in some places. A veela sacrifice is highly respected in some circles, and a vital component of some spells."* She stopped pacing and looked directly at the dying Headmaster of Beauxbatons. *" But Harry has promised something. I know that most people would say I was being a fool to believe him, but he never breaks his promises to those who work for him. He has promised me that every child born different, every child whose blood isn't purely human or wizard.."* She looked away for a moment, and even though her vision was fading, Madame Maxine saw tears in her eyes. She turned back to Madame Maxine, and now her voice seemed pleading, desperate. *" I have to do this, don't you see? I have to do it. You,.. you know what it's like. To be different. I'm always being accosted on the streets in Diagon Alley, always being pulled aside from the others, and I'm either lusted after or hated for my blood. That's it. That's what they judge me on. I'm not a human being at all... You know what I feel, don't you? You know my pain. And Harry gave me his word that everyone like us would be helped. I know that he's evil. But we, the half-bloods, the half-breeds, we've been subjected to evil our entire lives. Those who say they work for Good,"* she spat this word in disgust, *" have never helped us. Maybe... our only hope is Evil. If Evil is our only choice, then Evil shall we be."*
Her monologue over, she stood up. Looking at her, she said, *" And now, Madame Maxine, your life is over. I'm sorry it had to end this way. But just think of this."*
Her wings came forward and snapped again, and three feathers shot out. They stuck in Madame Maxine's brain, the ends seeming to sprout from the skull like some strange forest. The last words Madame Maxine ever heard were:
*" No one will ever suffer as we have, ever again."*
Outside, the laughter of the Jester rang out. The students of Beauxbatons huddled inside their dorms. Fleur went to the window, opened it, and remembering the signal she and Harry had agreed upon, grabbed the Shatterstar. She raised it out the open window, and it gleamed, blue fire in the afternoon sun.
Below her, Harry looked up, and grinned. He raised his voice in a shout that carried over the battlefield, causing his soldiers to look up from the bodies of Beauxbatons former teachers.
" BEAUXBATONS IS OURS! TO VICTORY!"
His laughter echoed down Beauxbatons halls, and inside, the students trembled.
[]-Indicates thought (you should know this by now!:)
*" "*- this indicates someone talking in a tongue separate from English. The astericks mark the beginning and end of the language switch.
Hello everyone. Silverlocke980 here. This is Chapter 8, Harry's Madness! (despite the fact, of course, that fanfiction.net says it's Chapter 11...) I won't waste any time in a long intro, but I do have one thing to say:
DOES ANYONE WATCH BIG O?!?!?!?!?
Damn it, people! Try to send me a review if you do! I've tried everywhere! (sniffle) And apparently, no one has any idea what I'm talking about. Look through the four Big O questions in the last chapter of Harry's Madness, try to remember the answers or your opinions, and add a review about it. Do this for the sake of my sanity, okay?
And on a secondary note, somebody in their review asked me about Voldemort. He's still around, but he has yet to make a move, biding his time. Voldemort has scattered reports that mention the Black Tide, but like most of the wizarding world, he doesn't know enough to do anything yet. He's also been very worried about Dumbledore's murder and Hogwarts' destruction. Although the Ministry blames it on him and the Death Eaters, he obviously knows better, and worries about anybody strong enough to kill Dumbledore and then reduce Hogwarts to rubble.
And now, without further ado, it's...
"SHOWTIME!"
Chapter 8
The Rape of Beauxbatons
Beauxbatons, the second largest school of magic in Europe, stood at the foothills of the French Alps. The school for almost all southern Europe and the northernmost parts of Africa, Beauxbatons accommadated 8,000 students, a little under 2,000 students less than Hogwarts, which had been the largest school. It resembled Hogwarts to a great extent, but instead of four separate towers, it had only one. This was the Headmaster's Office from which Madame Maxine's owl had been sent three days ago, to the Ministry of Magic, seeking aid.
The Ministry of Magic was still deaf to those (Percy Weasley among them) who told them that a new force had arisen. With Cornelius Fudge (it's head and leader) dead, and Albus Dumbledore (who could have convinced them) dead as well, the Ministry was too disorganized and confused to do anything. They didn't even believe the Black Tide existed. They believed that Death Eaters had destroyed Hogwarts.
Their disbelief would spell the end of Beauxbatons as well. They had sent her owl back with a letter telling her to "calm down" and stop these "ridiculous observations." They particularly guffawed the part about Harry Potter leading an army. They all thought it a grand joke.
Madame Maxine looked out her window from Beauxbatons single tower. Below her, those few teachers who would fight were getting killed. Cho Chang, riding Whipstitch (who she had gained a great fondness for), laughed as the monstrosity cut down another hapless teacher. One teacher was dragged away, kicking and screaming, by a Dusk Knight's spider. Another Dusk Knight rode up, and they tore the hapless man in half. Their mounts feasted upon his intestines as they spilled onto the ground. He was still screaming when they ripped his face off.
Madame Maxine turned from the window. Her room was cluttered heavily, and an observer would be surprised at how much her office and Dumbledore's resembled. Pictures of headmaster's past hung on the walls, and without one exception they were all gloomy. Several were crying.
Madame Maxine looked at her desk. On it was a device she had crafted when she heard that Harry was coming. By the gods, she wished she didn't have to do this. She went over to it and studied it for a moment.
The device sat in the middle of the only clear spot on the desk, which was cluttered with parchments and oddities. The device was a sphere, perfectly round, set into a circular mount. It glowed blue, and the colors inside seemed to roll, like an ocean wave. It was beautiful.
It was also deadly. The Ministry had outlawed these weapons for years. THey were called Shatterstars, and a single one could destroy hundreds of people in a blow. They disrupted the patterns of life and magic when activated, and the range could be from ten feet to ten miles. They made the atom bombs Muggles used look like firecrackers. This one wasn't an actual Shatterstar; she had created it with the help of her teachers, and it wasn't quite as powerful as a real Shatterstar. Still, it was powerful enough for what she needed it to do.
She planned on completely destroying Beauxbatons with it. A single touch, one whispered word, and...
" What are you doing around here?" said a female voice Madame Maxine remembered. She whipped around to look in a corner that had been bare moments ago. Anger lit her giantess face.
" You! I'd haf thought' you would nefer haf shown your face 'ere again, Fleur!" she shouted at the figure before her.
Fleur Delacour stood before her, in the corner of the room. Madame Maxine could only see her face, but that was enough to direct her hatred at, and her magic as well. She raised her wand towards the grinning face in front of her.
Before she could strike, a loud flapping sound filled the room. Her hand suddenly exploded in gore, and before the crimson rush of blood removed it from sight, Madame Maxine saw three objects that looked like steel feathers imbedded in what was left of her hand. They had chopped off most of her fingers, and her wand fell to the floor, it's three pieces smoking. Madame Maxine screamed and clutched her wounded hand. In front of her, Fleur stepped out. Madame Maxine's eyes widened in horror as she saw what Fleur had become.
Her face was unchanged, but below that point her body was covered in gray, metallic-looking feathers. Her hands were wicked claws, and two wings sprouted from her back. Her feet were talons. They clicked on the floor as she approached Madame Maxine.
Madame Maxine scrambled backwards, trying to reach the Shatterstar. Fleur's smile never changed as she swept her wings forward, crossing them in front of her. She snapped them back, and now Madame Maxine identified that strange flapping sound. From the flapping wings four feathers, their edges sharper than any sword, shot out and buried themselves in the flesh of her things. Madame Maxine, hamstrung now and bleeding severely, cried out and crumpled to the floor. She ordered her legs to move and felt the message sizzle en route. The connections down there were gone. All she could feel was an cold, invading feeling where the feathers were buried. She whimpered in pain. Fleur stepped in front of her and spoke rapidly in their natural tongue.
*" I've seen the most amazing things,"* she said, lowering her face to Madame Maxine's. The half-giantess' body rocked with pain. *" I've become the most amazing things. This is my heritage, and this school my right. You will not take it away from me with your pitiful toy."* Looking at the Shatterstar on the desk, still glowing serenely as if removed from this blood-soaked scene, she continued, *" It's the world of the Tide now. The world where I will claim my birthright. Did you know that my grandmother was hunted? That veela are hunted the world over?"* She rose up, and then began pacing the room, shaking her head slowly. Madame Maxine, her life blood leaking out, could do nothing more than watch and listen. *" They are enslaved when found. Most of them end up as the sexual "pets" of governors and other high-ranking officials of whatever government manages to find them- or worse, they use them in spells. I've heard that a single veela in good health can fetch prices of thousands of Galleons in some places. A veela sacrifice is highly respected in some circles, and a vital component of some spells."* She stopped pacing and looked directly at the dying Headmaster of Beauxbatons. *" But Harry has promised something. I know that most people would say I was being a fool to believe him, but he never breaks his promises to those who work for him. He has promised me that every child born different, every child whose blood isn't purely human or wizard.."* She looked away for a moment, and even though her vision was fading, Madame Maxine saw tears in her eyes. She turned back to Madame Maxine, and now her voice seemed pleading, desperate. *" I have to do this, don't you see? I have to do it. You,.. you know what it's like. To be different. I'm always being accosted on the streets in Diagon Alley, always being pulled aside from the others, and I'm either lusted after or hated for my blood. That's it. That's what they judge me on. I'm not a human being at all... You know what I feel, don't you? You know my pain. And Harry gave me his word that everyone like us would be helped. I know that he's evil. But we, the half-bloods, the half-breeds, we've been subjected to evil our entire lives. Those who say they work for Good,"* she spat this word in disgust, *" have never helped us. Maybe... our only hope is Evil. If Evil is our only choice, then Evil shall we be."*
Her monologue over, she stood up. Looking at her, she said, *" And now, Madame Maxine, your life is over. I'm sorry it had to end this way. But just think of this."*
Her wings came forward and snapped again, and three feathers shot out. They stuck in Madame Maxine's brain, the ends seeming to sprout from the skull like some strange forest. The last words Madame Maxine ever heard were:
*" No one will ever suffer as we have, ever again."*
Outside, the laughter of the Jester rang out. The students of Beauxbatons huddled inside their dorms. Fleur went to the window, opened it, and remembering the signal she and Harry had agreed upon, grabbed the Shatterstar. She raised it out the open window, and it gleamed, blue fire in the afternoon sun.
Below her, Harry looked up, and grinned. He raised his voice in a shout that carried over the battlefield, causing his soldiers to look up from the bodies of Beauxbatons former teachers.
" BEAUXBATONS IS OURS! TO VICTORY!"
His laughter echoed down Beauxbatons halls, and inside, the students trembled.