First of all- I have a tumblr. Rood-dood-with-a-bad-attitood. Don't judge me.
Also, apologies if – IF – anybody actually missed this story. Chat with me on tumblr if you want. I have yet to post anything relating to , but I will if prompted.
And so, let's get RIIIIIIGHT IIIIINTO THE CHAAAAPTER.
(Considering re-writing this, or starting on other fanfictions. If you have any ideas, send me a message on tumblr chat (I check it often).)
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Aurelio had no trouble with his outfit, for once. Usually he was worse than any woman, but he had planned this outfit for weeks. He stood in front of his floor-length mirror, twisting his lean form to check on his backside, which looked quite nice – if he did say so himself – in the tight black slacks he wore. His converse were the same shade of pure red as his button-down was. His black, sleeveless vest went well with the pants, even if he found the black tie a bit boring. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, shirt untucked, and he wore his black fingerless gloves yet again. It didn't really match with the outfit, but he wore the gloves to cover the scars on his palm. His handwriting was disgusting.
His hair had been put in a loose braid, his bangs framing his narrow face. His eyes looked especially catlike, as he had framed them in a dark pencil liner, feeling as if winged eyeliner was a bit eccentric for this outfit. His tan skin was smooth as porcelain, cheekbones and jaw so defined that he it gave him a rather unfair contoured look. His brows had needed some brow gel to look completely perfectly defined. The black fedora with a red stripe completes the look (r/niceguys - ok I'll stop).
You may envision him with a nice ass.
Madam Pomfrey bustled in in her usual fashion, quite rudely. She came in talking, as usual, "Aurelio, we have a patient, if you wish to join me. It's a minor injury, but what they were doing to hurt themselves on the first day back is a mystery to me-" she walked back out, expecting him to follow. He conceded, sticking his hands in his pockets and strolling out casually. Really, though, this must be a record! Not even a day in and-
He stopped at who he saw on the bed. He wanted to sigh, so very badly, but he was in a good mood that could not be ruined. He should have expected it, though, really.
Ava was sitting up on one of the beds, snickering quietly to herself. Her long legs were crossed, her slim shoulders hunched lazily. She already had makeup on, with catty eyeliner and pearl lips, lashes dark and long. Her skin looked very smooth, her cheekbones and jaw contoured nicely. Her hair seemed to have grown a bit, and it was wavy, even a little frizzy. The only flaw was the lines beneath her eyes, even though they disappeared when she lifted her head to look at him. She was still struggling to control her laughter. She had a burn mark on her arm. Aurelio was morbidly curious.
He didn't even need to ask. Ava, still wheezing, spoke first, "Dylan didn't like my present."
He raised his eyebrows and she conceded easily, "He said he wanted to find boyfriend material. I delivered." She dissolved into laughter again, nearly falling off of the bed.
Aurelio let out a soft, "What the hell?" His golden eyes were wide and horrified, even if he corners of his lips were slowly but surely lifting upwards into a grin. He heard the quick footsteps of Madam Pomfrey behind him, and shuffled out her way, moving to the curtains that surrounded Ava's bed. Pomfrey, he saw, was carrying a large vial of light green paste. Burn ointment, meant for extreme things such as dragon fire. It, coincidentally, burned significantly more than normal burn ointment. His brow twitched.
Pomfrey bustled over and straightened Ava, practically shoving her into the bed. Ava fell into a ragdoll state without complaint, and Aurelio guessed that this was a usual circumstance. Pomfrey then unscrewed the vial and poured some of the thick paste into her hands, before gesturing Aurelio over and handing him the bottle and cap. The teen screwed the cap back on, looking at the scene before him curiously. Pomfrey smeared the paste on her hands onto Ava's burn, and the blonde winced but didn't complain or shriek like Aurelio thought she would. Tougher than she looked, then.
Pomfrey rubbed the paste in thoroughly, then took a tissue and wiped off her sticky hands. Then the stocky woman turned back to Aurelio, who was standing behind her. She told him to get a gauze pad and an Ace bandage. He complied swiftly, ducking into her office quickly and returning with the supplies. He waited for instructions patiently, making Pomfrey roll her eyes. "You know what to do," she said, before bustling off, exiting the infirmary, likely to go to breakfast in the great hall.
Ava spoke as soon as she left. "Well, doc," she said, her green eyes half-lidded, "fix me up before I pass out. I want food."
Aurelio shrugged, "Understandable." And without another word, he dressed her wound, simply placing the gauze pad on the burn and wrapping the Ace bandage around it with practiced movements.
Ava flexed her arm, smirking. "Nice job, pal," she reached over and pat his shoulder, "but honestly, I've been in here so often I could have easily done it myself." She jumped down from the bed and walked out of the infirmary, placing a hand on Aurelio's forearm and dragging him with her. She was surprisingly strong.
After a few minutes of nothing but walking and the occasional word to the portraits, Aurelio decided that his curiosity was too much, and asked the question. "What EXACTLY did you do?"
"Oh," she turned her head towards him calmly, "nothing extreme, fam. Not enough to warrant a BURN, that's for certain. Dylan's so overdramatic, I swear. All I did was drop off a cute boy – who I'm 99.9% sure is gay – into his dorm room, quite possibly exposing the fact that he is, in fact, gay as hell to his roommates. I swear to fuck, it's not as bad as it sounds, Cougar. At least he wasn't dropped off at a gay bar like I was originally planning to do."
"Why the fuck didn't you do that?"
"Oh my God, I KNEW I should have done that! Next time."
"I know a really good one that's not too far away."
"How?"
"They tried to recruit me a few months ago. They were looking for "exotic" dancers."
"Are you a good stripper?" She asked, a grin spreading across her face, looking way too amused.
"A far better one than I like to admit," he responded, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. He silently thanked the lord when they appeared at the Great Hall.
"Aw," Ava said, "I wanted more details!"
"Bye," Aurelio responded, almost jogging to the staff table. There was a seat next to Hagrid, thankfully. He plopped down in next to the half-giant with a sigh escaping his lips. Hagrid looked at him with sympathy in his beetle-like eyes.
"Yeh had ta walk wi'h Ava?" Hagrid asked softly, leaning in, "I'm sorry."
"Me, too," Aurelio whispered, tuning out the chatter of the Great Hall in exchange for his self-pitying thoughts.
It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's a LINE BREAK!
The first class Aurelio got to participate in was Lupin's class, which was centered around boggarts. The class was with Dylan, Aaron, and Ava. For some odd reason, they had most classes together. Aurelio suspected that Aaron may have manipulated the system, but he was uncertain.
The first person of the trio to face their fears was Aaron. The small Slytherin walked with a straight face to the closet, his fairly stocky wand held in front of him. The closet shook. Then rattled again. The it shivered. Nothing walked out.
Lupin and Aurelio – who was leaning against the wall, his ankles and arms crossed – exchanged a confused glance. Then the werewolf stepped forward uncertainly, and told Aaron, "Mr. Aaron, I'm assuming you don't have a...greatest fear?"
The boy shrugged, "Maybe it doesn't know how to put our impending, unstoppable doom in the form of death in a physical representation."
"...likely not. If you could please step away to let the next person go...?"
There was a clown, a snake, a few deaths, before it was Ava's turn. She sashayed up to the closet curiously, her wand held loosely in front of her. The closet shook for a few seconds, before a tall, lanky, goofy male walked out, staring intensely at Ava, and saying, "I want you to be my girlfriend."
Both Ava and Dylan, who was behind her, shrieked, Ava dropping her wand. Dylan took off his shoe and handed it to her, and she hurled it straight at the goofy male, with a screech of, "Deshotel!"
The boggart stumbled back into the closet, the doors closing shut. Lupin breathed out a sigh, his fingers held up to his lips (boi). He didn't speak a word, he just walked up to the front of the classroom, pushing Ava back gently. Then he walked to the closet, taking Dylan's shoe and handing it back to the lanky male, earning a grateful nod. Lupin walked back to stand near Aurelio, observing.
Dylan's boggart didn't hesitate. It burst from the closet, startling the students and making Dylan yelp. A tall, muscular, lanky male had exploded from the closet, his blue eyes narrowed in hate. Dylan flinched as the boggart opened his mouth, "Fag-"
Another shoe was thrown. This time, Aurelio had been handed Lupin's shoe. The sturdy loafer hit the male's black-haired head and he stumbled. "What the fu-" A black ked slammed into his head, and he tripped back into the closet. Ava and Aurelio exchanged a glance. They both went up to retrieve the shoes, and Aurelio slammed the closet doors shut with a loud bang. Ava, her shoe in hand, put her hand on a still shocked Dylan's shoulder, leading him back to the students.
Aurelio handed Lupin his shoe and received a nod of thanks. While Lupin was putting on his shoe, Aurelio asked him quietly, "Can I have a round with the boggart?"
Lupin shrugged, "Sure. Why?"
"I'm curious about my greatest fear," Aurelio said honestly, and Lupin nodded, telling him to go and take a try. Aurelio walked to the front of the classroom, moving a few curious students out of the way. He took his wand from his holster, twirling it like a knife. He took a step forward, concentrated.
The closet shook for a few moments, as if unsure. Then the doors creaked open, slowly. A low, repetitive laugh sounded, making a few of the students shiver. It sounded awfully familiar, and Aurelio felt a few memories stir...
"Kufufufufu..."
A red eye peeked from inside the closet, and a long, thick strand of navy blue hair appeared with it. Aurelio glimpsed a pineapple haircut.
"Kufu..."
A red converse shoe hit the thing's eye, and the closet doors shut once more.
Is it...Can it be?...a LINE BREAK?!
Lunch time arrived sluggishly, and Aurelio was starving. Before he could fix his plate, however, McGonagall leaned over and spoke quietly, telling him she wanted a word with him in the nearby hallway. He fought the urge to roll his eyes and nodded in agreement, feeling as if he might as well get it over with. Hagrid patted his shoulder as he went, nearly knocking Aurelio down. He stumbled slightly, quickly righting himself and shooting a half-assed glare at the half-giant, who smiled sheepishly.
Aurelio rolled his eyes fondly and took off after the Transfiguration professor, who was waiting for him a few yards away, impatiently tapping her foot. When he got near, she grabbed his forearm in a harsh grip and yanked him into the hallway. Aurelio frowned in worry.
Did he do something wrong? Minnie was a no-nonsense woman, but she wasn't usually this mean. But he let himself get dragged into the corridor, using the wall to keep his balance when she let go of him. He pulled his braid over his shoulder and leaned against the wall with his hands behind him, his toes close together, and looked at Minnie attentively, much unlike when he, himself, was a student at Hogwarts. She huffed irritably and pushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, crossing her arms.
"I really wish you'd take something seriously for once in your life, Mr. Cabral. This is important, otherwise I would not have dragged you from your meal," McGonagall said.
"What is it, Professor?" Aurelio asked, ditching his nickname for her temporarily. She seemed stresses over whatever she was about to tell him. He saw her relax at the formal manner of addressing her.
"You've been sent here to guard Harry, correct?" McGonagall asked directly.
Aurelio closed his eyes, "I've been caught." He opened them yet again, looking at her calmly, "Yes, I was. They found me to be the most capable. But the 'learning from Pomfrey' excuse wasn't too shabby, was it? I'm learning lots."
"I'm sure. I find it to be appropriate, then, if you knew what's happened to Harry during his first two years of Hogwarts. Besides the Hospital Wing diagnostics, of course," McGonagall stated, before conjuring a stack of papers. They were, as all the documents at this school seemed to be, handwritten neatly, and he recognized McGonagall's handwriting instantly. He had been handed quite a few detention slips by her in his years at Hogwarts. He took the thin stack of papers – around six pages, with everything written on the front, the backs void of ink – and began reading, his eyes moving swiftly over the pages. Occasionally he'd let out a small gasp, or a muttered 'Oh sweet Jesus,' but it was only near the end of the second page that he looked up. Not to look at McGonagall, or anything in particular, really. He stared blankly at the wall, eyes void of any emotion.
Then he finally – after what may have been a minute, but felt like thirty – looked at McGonagall. He didn't look furious like she'd expected. He looked resigned.
"He fucking what." McGonagall couldn't tell if it was a question or not. She answered it anyway.
"He- ahem – obliterated Quirrell, Mr. Cabral."
"You mean to tell me," Aurelio started, looking vaguely pissed, "that Harry – my sweet, precious cinnamon roll Harry Potter – killed a teacher on accident, and nobody thought that – perhaps – a therapy session was in order?"
"...I see how this looks-"
"Minnie, it looks like we need a new goddamn headmaster, that's what." But instead of storming the Great Hall like any sane mother would do, Aurelio flipped through the rest of the book at a much more furious pace. When he finished, he gently shut the packet, handed it to Minnie, and walked to the other side of the hall.
He stayed there for five minutes straight. McGonagall had just gotten hopeful that maybe – maybe – Aurelio had calmed down. So, she definitely flinched when he punched the wall.
The wall, being a wall, did not bend or break. Aurelio definitely felt something in his hand crack, but he couldn't feel any pain. He started to yell.
"Droga velho! Vou jogá-lo no lago negro! Droga-!" He cut himself off, sinking to his knees. McGonagall rushed over to him, feeling concerned despite her sudden wariness of him. She's heard his hand crack, and he must've had quite the pain tolerance if he'd been able to ignore the pain from his finger(s) breaking. That, or he'd just been that angry. The only word she'd recognized from his rant was 'old man', and she felt a sudden rush of pity for Dumbledore. His ignorance of the problem, had been quite idiotic, though. She knelt next to Aurelio, her old bones creaking slightly. His golden eyes were closed in pain, and he was cradling his right hand close to his chest. His knuckles were already swelling, and his middle and ring finger were bent and bruised, looking bigger than usual. McGonagall winced in sympathy, before disappearing the papers containing Potter's information, and pulling herself upright. She rubbed her hands together briefly before placing them under Aurelio's armpits, heaving him up. He was surprisingly light, perhaps a little underweight for his height and age.
Aurelio stumbled, his eyes opening in shock as he was pulled forcefully to his feet by Minnie. She was pretty strong. He righted himself again, finding his perfect balance yet again. He inspected his fingers, using his other hand to prod at them gently. His ring finger likely had a straong fracture, but his middle was definitely broken. He huffed in irritation. That was his favorite finger, too.
He turned to Minnie, significantly calmer than he had been a few minutes before. "Maybe I'll throw Dumbles into the Black Lake later, then."
Minnie rolled her eyes, "Your first day here and you've already managed to break a bone. Typical of you, Mr. Cabral."
"Shush, Minnie. I'mma go get this fixed, you go to lunch. Give Harry a hug for me~" Aurelio called out, knowing she wouldn't. Minnie just rolled her eyes yet again, and Aurelio sent her a wave and blew a kiss before he hurried off. Broken knuckles and fingers did hurt, after all.
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There was a short-haired male with white hair and tan skin in the Hospital Wing. He looked like a frequent visitor, with a scar on his forehead and a bandage over his nose, and on his knuckles. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled up, his vest was khaki, and his tie was red and gold. He wore grey pants and a beat-up pair of black and white converse. The boy turned his head as Aurelio strolled in, casually holding his right hand. The boy's eyes were grey, and they widened when they saw Aurelio's beaten hand. Aurelio had taken off his glove on his right hand, as it had begun to swell and he didn't know if he'd've been able to take the glove off when his hand completely swelled. Aurelio was nearly blinded by the boy – who looked like a boxer or gymnast – as the teen smiled at him with blindingly white teeth.
"Woah, did you get into an EXTREME fight?" the boy asked loudly, still grinning. He looked excited at the prospect of...something. Aurelio felt a trickle of fear run down his spine. Despite the male's short height – he was 5'5 (168 cm), which was two inches shorter than Aurelio – he had plenty of muscles to make up for it. If he so wanted, the boxer could likely knock Aurelio out in one punch.
So, Aurelio responded with, "No. I'm a child of God, so I punched the wall instead." It wasn't a lie.
The shorter boy looked disappointed, but only slightly. "But you can EXTREMELY fight if you wanted to to the EXTREME, ne?"
"I guess," Aurelio shrugged, then shook himself into focus, "What're you doing here, kid?"
"I'm waiting for Madam Pomfrey TO THE EXTREME, sir!" the boy yelled. Then the white-haired male blinked in realization, "Oh, uh, what's your name? My EXTREME name is Ryohei Sasagawa!"
"Aurelio Cabral, is your family Japanese, by chance?" Aurelio answered in turn. Ryohei blinnked dumbly.
"My name's not Aurelio- OH. That's EXTREMELY your name! I apologize to the EXTREME! Hai, my family is Japanese! Unfortunately, my EXTREME little sister Kyoko is not magical TO THE EXTREME! You kinda EXTREMELY look like her, actually!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean."
"You are EXTREMELY petite, Rio-san!" Ryohei shouted bluntly, looking him dead in the eye. Aurelio gritted his teeth.
"You little merda-" Aurelio growled, being sensitive about how un-manly he was. He was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey, who bustled out from her office with a frown on her face. Aurelio stopped himself, wary of how much Portuguese Pomfrey knew. She's told him she was studying the language to make sure he didn't cuss out students who irritated him, apparently. Aurelio had been shocked and hurt. If he cussed someone out, he'd do it in a language they understood, at least!
Pomfrey paused when she saw Aurelio, before letting out a deep sigh. "One of those days, huh..." she muttered to herself, dragging a hand down her face. She spoke directly to Ryohei when she told him, "Sorry, Mr. Sasagawa, but we're out of bone-mending potion, and I personally don't know how to mend bones with a wand without the potion. You'll have to wear a cast." It was then that Aurelio noticed how Ryohei's index finger was bruised and swollen. A fracture, then.
Ryohei looked disappointed, "Hai, Madam Pomfrey-san. Will it heal in a week?"
"Unfortunately, no-"
Aurelio jumped in. "Sorry for interrupting, Madam," he said hurriedly, "but I know how to mend bones with magic. I've been doing it and practicing for two years now, because the twins – you know them – kept breaking their own bones accidentally. I can do it painlessly and within five minutes, three for a fracture, if you'll let me?" He knew Pomfrey didn't like giving away her patients, but she wasn't stupid or prideful enough to just send the boy away with a fractured bone when the solution was staring her in the eye. Quite literally. Aurelio was essentially staring into her soul, currently.
Pomfrey nodded reluctantly. Aurelio smiled and grabbed Ryohei by the forearm, dragging him to the nearest bed, next to a closed window with afternoon light pouring through. Aurelio had likely missed lunch, but felt oddly calm about that fact. He plopped Ryohei down on the bed and unraveled the grey bandages over his knuckles on both hands. He slipped his wand from his wand holster, spinning it around his fingers for show, earning an admiring look from his patient. Aurelio heard the sound of Pomfrey going back into her office. He placed his wand next to Ryohei's hand, dragging it gently on top of the fractured digit, his eyes narrowed in concentration. Aurelio straightened his slouched back, briefly adjusting his fedora. He saw Ryohei look at the movement with nervous familiarity. Aurelio decided to ignore that little tick and determined that Ryohei's finger was, in fact, fractured, though not terribly. He took his wand – held in his left hand for obvious reasons – and tilted it to the tip was at the base of the index finger.
"Emendo," Aurelio muttered, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed in concentration. Ryohei felt a soft heat emit from the wand, and watched in fascination as a soft yellow light came from Aurelio's wand, slowly working its way up his finger, taking an extra long time near the center of his finger. Three minutes later, Aurelio had finished, stowing his wand away calmly, before picking up Ryohei's finger and inspecting it closely. He nodded in satisfaction, dropping the large, tanned hand.
"Now," Aurelio said, clapping his hands together and startling Ryohei, "Another problem. You haven't been wrapping your hands properly, or with the right materials."
"What? But I've been EXTREMELY wrapping them like that for six years!" Ryohei yelled, confused.
Aurelio nodded patiently, "You've been wrapping them incorrectly for seven years to the extreme."
Ryohei yelled incoherently, and Aurelio winced at the noise. The Portuguese stood up quickly, took his discarded glove from his pocket, and slapped Ryohei with it, making the teen flinch in shock and pain. Aurelio rolled his eyes at the accusatory look being thrown his way. "You were being dramatic," he offered as an explanation. Ryohei got an exasperated look, his eyes closed and brows drawn together.
"Now here," Aurelio handed him a grey ace bandage, "If you're a dedicated boxer, you need more than athletic tape, dimwit."
"Thank you TO THE EXTREME!" Ryohei yelled, jumping out of bed and scaring the everloving shit out of Aurelio, who jumped in surprise and gave Ryohei and accusatory look before standing up as well.
"Yeah, no problem. Just come to me if you need any more. I have way too much of it," Aurelio yawned, his right hand over his mouth. He looked at his beaten hand with vague surprise, "I should probably fix that."
"You're an EXTREME guy, Rio-san!" Ryohei shouted happily, "You have inspired me to become a healer TO THE EXTREME!"
"Wait, what?" Aurelio questioned, his eyes wide. They got even wider when Ryohei turned to the glass window and jumped through it.
There was the rather distinct noise of glass shattering, and it echoed hauntingly in the room. Aurelio sprang to the now-open window that was letting a cool breeze in, scanning the school grounds outside worriedly. He saw a small form falling to the ground, and nearly screamed as Ryohei neared the ground. He was even more surprised when Ryohei rolled on impact, preventing what may have been his untimely death. The figure ran back into Hogwarts, and Aurelio heard a shout of "EXTREMEEEE" echo across the school grounds.
He blinked, "I thought I was the only one allowed to do that."
He turned at the sound of footsteps behind him, and looked at Madam Pomfrey as she looked at the window boredly. "Did he jump out of the window again?" Pomfrey asked.
"Again?"
"He jumps out every time he visits. I have breakable glass in every window now, just so he won't get cut."
"Why couldn't Minnie have done that for me?"
"She doesn't like you."
"Same."
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So, the characters mentioned where Mukuro from KHR, along with Ryohei Sasagawa, from the same anime/manga.
I wonder if I can fit Connor from Detroit: Become Human in this fic...
That would be a great fic, actually. I know somebody did one like that, but it wasn't super long –v— I wish there were more DBH crossover fics. The only thing I have is DBH as vines (even if I live for them).
Thanks for reading!