LEGALITIES: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE CHARACTERS THEREOF.
[]- Indicate thought
Hey, people! This is Silverlocke980 once more. And about some of my reviews...
This is to Mr. Happy Java Man.
(Trumpets Blare.) In the High Court of Coffeenia, the great doors open, and several Oompa Loompas move aside to let a vanguard of vampires, humans, and orcs through. The vanguard knights are riding wolves, and one carries an ornate scroll. This human unrolls the scroll, coughs, and then proclaims loudly:
" Mr. Happy Java Man, High Lord of Coffeenia...
The Kingdom of Silverlocke980, also known as the Senateship, sends back their greetings and thanks for your kind words. However, we have but one problem with your wonderfully well-written letter. Mr. Silverlocke980 is not the Jester QUEEN, but KING. It is a common mistake, and spurred many laughs in court as of recently. We hope you will continue to review this work, and give us your noble opinion."
SIGNED: Silverlocke980, High Storyteller of the Senateship
The soldier furls his scroll, bows, and then all the members of the vanguard leaves.
Thanks once more for that wonderful review. Very cool, Mr. Happy Java Man. (Oompa Loompas rock!)
And another review asked why everyone thought the prophecy was dead. The answer is simple: most people believe that for someone to kill Voldemort, that person must be Good, not Evil. We outside the story see that that doesn't have to be so (look at all the druglord battles) but none of the characters see it.
And now it's...
"SHOWTIME!"
Chapter Nine
The Ministry Awakes
In the Ministry of Magic's headquarters, Susannah Bones looked down at the reports.
Beauxbatons was lost.
She couldn't beleive it. With the agonizing clarity of hindsight, she wished she had voted against Harry Potter in his trial. Her rational mind knew it wouldn't have mattered (there were simply too many who supported him) but that did little to still her subconscious, which screamed again and again that it was their fault for not sending him to Azkaban in the first place. If they had simply done that, none of this would matter.
The Wizengamot had met after the first reports of Beauxbatons takeover, mostly brought from students who had fled, and they had been about to conclude the same thing they had when Hogwarts was destroyed; that rogue Death Eater remnants had gathered together and were attacking the schools. That was when the doors burst open.
Ron Weasley had trod in and thrown the dead body of a Marauder onto the floor. His armor and cloak caked in blood, he was flanked by five White Shore soldiers. The Wizengamot guards, who had stepped forward, qualed under the looks the soldiers were giving them. There had been no war in centuries, and the irony was that the old and venerable guards were the truly green soldiers here, and the teenage White Shore soldiers the real veterans. Hermione Granger, her new white robes trailing behind her, stepped in behind them. The doors closed as she waved her staff at them. Her original wand had been renovated at Durmstrang's and had become a staff of ivory and gold; it was this she brought in to the Wizengamot. A month had passed since the Battle of Beauxbatons, as the soldiers had taken to calling it, and the month had not been kind to her. Lines were drawn on her face, lines that were far too old and were jarring on her young face.
Susannah Bones leaped up, furious with these children for interrupting her meeting (and also, in her heart, a little scared at what it might portend).
" What are you doing here? The Wizengamot is meeting, you-"
" Shut up," Ron said, his voice like a sudden cold wind in the room. Susannah Bones voice faltered and her anger left her. In it's place a cold feeling, like the touch of a corpse, began at her back and spread outwards. Tendrils of ice slid all about her in an all-encompassing embrace.
" Wizengamot," Hermione began, her voice loud and commanding, " listen to us! We have several times entreatied you to open your eyes, to look all around you and see the truth! What you have tried to build for so long is coming to an end! Hogwarts has fallen, it's mighty towers now ash (an astute observer would note a slight trembling when she said this). Now Beauxbatons has fallen, taken over by an enemy scarcely less evil than Voldemort himself! (Gasps and several "Don't say his name!"s rang out in the room at this.) How many more must die before you will listen to us?"
Susannah Bones stared at her, then looked to the dead Marauder on the floor. " What do you wish to say?" she whispered, and the cold feeling spread further around her, seeming to mock life and laughter and hope and happiness, drowning her in a sea of fear and laughing faces...
" This," Hermione said, and nodded towards the dead Marauder, " is what we stand against. Harry Potter, as you know by now, is leading this army. They call themselves the Black Tide. We stand against them. We are the White Shore, and Durmstrang is our home. We were," and here even a less than astute observer could detect a wavering of voice, " badly harmed in the last battle. We lost a lot of men. His general, Seamus Finnigan, is a genius in battle. I've heard him called the Black General."
" We cannot stand against this by ourselves. We seek your aid, Ministry. This is a war we cannot afford to lose."
Susannah Bones looked around the Wizengamot benches. Every member turned away. She had been made, for better or worse, the de facto Minister of Magic. She turned towards Hermione.
" We will help you," she said, and the coldness in her body seemed to laugh... to laugh like a jester.
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Harry looked over their ranks. They had grown considerably since the capture of Beauxbatons. Most of the students had joined them willingly, and Harry had let the others go. It was part of his plan.
Harry considered the brutes who would have ordered everyone in Beauxbatons to join "or else" complete fools. They would have instilled fear, but anyone who is afraid inevitably begins hating, and soon that hate would start another battle. To prevent this, Harry decided to act like a benevolent liberator who had freed them from the Ministry's encroaching control. The Ministry, which they had all heard the teachers complain and worry about in class, seemed like a faraway enforcer of taxes to the students; the result was that they joined the Black Tide. Harry reinforced the image of being a liberator by allowing those students who wanted to leave to be let go. The students saw them leaving of their own free will, running after the badly beaten White Shore, and then they looked at the soldiers of the Black Tide, who seemed like gods to them in their shining black, rune-engraved armor. The students decided to join up, thinking they had nothing to lose. Neville Longbottom, who had lost a great deal of weight and gained an equal amount of muscle, particularly impressed them. He gained over a thousand new Elementalists from Beauxbatons members. To deal with the training workload, he assigned his two best Elementalists, Padma Parvati and a former Hufflepuff named Wedge, to help him with the new recruits, designating them " Master Elementalists" and giving them a special badge that showed a compass with all four elements indicated: a mountain at South for Earth, a bonfire at East for Fire, a swirling wave at West for Water, and a swirling tornado at North for Air. Padma was particularly happy with her new badge and showed it off proudly to everyone within twenty feet.
The students Harry let "escape" never got very far. The fools acted like they believed Harry, and went straight down the road. Archers stationed along it shot them in the back as they passed. They never made a sound.
A few slipped through, but it didn't matter. The existence of the Tide was known, now, but it didn't matter. Oceania now had a sister town.
Harry christened the town around the former Beauxbatons School of Wizardry and Witchcraft " Lunas," after the latin word for Moon. The Moon pulled at the tides, as Beauxbatons had pulled the Black Tide, and Harry found it fitting. Fleur Delacour was stationed as the governor of the new town. Harry kept his promise to her, and within weeks a steady stream of magic renegades was flowing into Lunas. Fleur sent criers and diplomats to several major Wizarding areas (all outside the Ministry's control) with the express mission of gathering together those considered "abnormal" in the wizarding world. Werewolves, vampires, and even a few assorted giants were traveling now that the news of Lunas had reached them. Fleur was greatly cheered by this and forgot her original doubt of Harry.
Deciding to go back to Oceania, Harry left a small Black Tide detachment under Secondary General Vicks' (as he was now known) command at Lunas while the main army headed back towards Oceania. Padma Parvati and Ginny Weasley stayed behind as well; Padma had to stay and help the new Elementalist recruits, while Ginny was more interested in a huge mass graveyard that lay five miles north of Lunas. She and her Necromancers (their ranks had grown to almost a thousand) moved there and located a mining camp whose sole purpose was to remove dead bodies for spellcasting. Night and day the grinding of stone, rock, and occasionally bone were heard at Lunas from the operation they were carrying out there. The new citizens of Lunas began calling the area the Boneyards, and the name stuck. It became known soon that Ginny would pay quite handsomely for unique skeletons and corpses, and several robberies of Muggle graveyards occured in the following weeks. The bodies were never those of Muggles, but of wizards, for Muggle corpses were essentially useless to Ginny. Other budding graverobbers went hunting in the hills about Lunas and came back with the bodies of trolls, goblins, and various other unlucky creatures. The bodies thus taken were soon sent to the Boneyards with the Necromancers who came to Lunas once a week for supplies, and the next group would bring the payment of gold to the robbers. One very successful man made over five hundred Galleons one week when he brought back three troll bodies, all perfectly intact, as well as five goblin bodies. He had used Avadra Kevadra and killed all of them without harming the bodies, and Ginny was especially pleased with them. The next day, zombie trolls began standing guard at the Boneyards. Ginny found them useful, for they never needed sleep nor food, and could stand eternal watch without a single complaint.
Harry, back at Oceania and watching the Jester's Keep being built, was quite happy. The Ministry was moving to mobilize, but he had a surprise in store for them. But that could wait. He wanted to deal with Voldemort first.
He was the Jester. Nothing could stand before him.
He smiled, watching as the Jester's Keep began to rise before him. It would be complete next spring.
- That's it for this chapter. See if you can spot any hidden references to other things (here's a clue: these two characters made their first debut in Final Fantasy III (or Final Fantasy VI in Japan). Review me please!
[]- Indicate thought
Hey, people! This is Silverlocke980 once more. And about some of my reviews...
This is to Mr. Happy Java Man.
(Trumpets Blare.) In the High Court of Coffeenia, the great doors open, and several Oompa Loompas move aside to let a vanguard of vampires, humans, and orcs through. The vanguard knights are riding wolves, and one carries an ornate scroll. This human unrolls the scroll, coughs, and then proclaims loudly:
" Mr. Happy Java Man, High Lord of Coffeenia...
The Kingdom of Silverlocke980, also known as the Senateship, sends back their greetings and thanks for your kind words. However, we have but one problem with your wonderfully well-written letter. Mr. Silverlocke980 is not the Jester QUEEN, but KING. It is a common mistake, and spurred many laughs in court as of recently. We hope you will continue to review this work, and give us your noble opinion."
SIGNED: Silverlocke980, High Storyteller of the Senateship
The soldier furls his scroll, bows, and then all the members of the vanguard leaves.
Thanks once more for that wonderful review. Very cool, Mr. Happy Java Man. (Oompa Loompas rock!)
And another review asked why everyone thought the prophecy was dead. The answer is simple: most people believe that for someone to kill Voldemort, that person must be Good, not Evil. We outside the story see that that doesn't have to be so (look at all the druglord battles) but none of the characters see it.
And now it's...
"SHOWTIME!"
Chapter Nine
The Ministry Awakes
In the Ministry of Magic's headquarters, Susannah Bones looked down at the reports.
Beauxbatons was lost.
She couldn't beleive it. With the agonizing clarity of hindsight, she wished she had voted against Harry Potter in his trial. Her rational mind knew it wouldn't have mattered (there were simply too many who supported him) but that did little to still her subconscious, which screamed again and again that it was their fault for not sending him to Azkaban in the first place. If they had simply done that, none of this would matter.
The Wizengamot had met after the first reports of Beauxbatons takeover, mostly brought from students who had fled, and they had been about to conclude the same thing they had when Hogwarts was destroyed; that rogue Death Eater remnants had gathered together and were attacking the schools. That was when the doors burst open.
Ron Weasley had trod in and thrown the dead body of a Marauder onto the floor. His armor and cloak caked in blood, he was flanked by five White Shore soldiers. The Wizengamot guards, who had stepped forward, qualed under the looks the soldiers were giving them. There had been no war in centuries, and the irony was that the old and venerable guards were the truly green soldiers here, and the teenage White Shore soldiers the real veterans. Hermione Granger, her new white robes trailing behind her, stepped in behind them. The doors closed as she waved her staff at them. Her original wand had been renovated at Durmstrang's and had become a staff of ivory and gold; it was this she brought in to the Wizengamot. A month had passed since the Battle of Beauxbatons, as the soldiers had taken to calling it, and the month had not been kind to her. Lines were drawn on her face, lines that were far too old and were jarring on her young face.
Susannah Bones leaped up, furious with these children for interrupting her meeting (and also, in her heart, a little scared at what it might portend).
" What are you doing here? The Wizengamot is meeting, you-"
" Shut up," Ron said, his voice like a sudden cold wind in the room. Susannah Bones voice faltered and her anger left her. In it's place a cold feeling, like the touch of a corpse, began at her back and spread outwards. Tendrils of ice slid all about her in an all-encompassing embrace.
" Wizengamot," Hermione began, her voice loud and commanding, " listen to us! We have several times entreatied you to open your eyes, to look all around you and see the truth! What you have tried to build for so long is coming to an end! Hogwarts has fallen, it's mighty towers now ash (an astute observer would note a slight trembling when she said this). Now Beauxbatons has fallen, taken over by an enemy scarcely less evil than Voldemort himself! (Gasps and several "Don't say his name!"s rang out in the room at this.) How many more must die before you will listen to us?"
Susannah Bones stared at her, then looked to the dead Marauder on the floor. " What do you wish to say?" she whispered, and the cold feeling spread further around her, seeming to mock life and laughter and hope and happiness, drowning her in a sea of fear and laughing faces...
" This," Hermione said, and nodded towards the dead Marauder, " is what we stand against. Harry Potter, as you know by now, is leading this army. They call themselves the Black Tide. We stand against them. We are the White Shore, and Durmstrang is our home. We were," and here even a less than astute observer could detect a wavering of voice, " badly harmed in the last battle. We lost a lot of men. His general, Seamus Finnigan, is a genius in battle. I've heard him called the Black General."
" We cannot stand against this by ourselves. We seek your aid, Ministry. This is a war we cannot afford to lose."
Susannah Bones looked around the Wizengamot benches. Every member turned away. She had been made, for better or worse, the de facto Minister of Magic. She turned towards Hermione.
" We will help you," she said, and the coldness in her body seemed to laugh... to laugh like a jester.
************************************************************************
Harry looked over their ranks. They had grown considerably since the capture of Beauxbatons. Most of the students had joined them willingly, and Harry had let the others go. It was part of his plan.
Harry considered the brutes who would have ordered everyone in Beauxbatons to join "or else" complete fools. They would have instilled fear, but anyone who is afraid inevitably begins hating, and soon that hate would start another battle. To prevent this, Harry decided to act like a benevolent liberator who had freed them from the Ministry's encroaching control. The Ministry, which they had all heard the teachers complain and worry about in class, seemed like a faraway enforcer of taxes to the students; the result was that they joined the Black Tide. Harry reinforced the image of being a liberator by allowing those students who wanted to leave to be let go. The students saw them leaving of their own free will, running after the badly beaten White Shore, and then they looked at the soldiers of the Black Tide, who seemed like gods to them in their shining black, rune-engraved armor. The students decided to join up, thinking they had nothing to lose. Neville Longbottom, who had lost a great deal of weight and gained an equal amount of muscle, particularly impressed them. He gained over a thousand new Elementalists from Beauxbatons members. To deal with the training workload, he assigned his two best Elementalists, Padma Parvati and a former Hufflepuff named Wedge, to help him with the new recruits, designating them " Master Elementalists" and giving them a special badge that showed a compass with all four elements indicated: a mountain at South for Earth, a bonfire at East for Fire, a swirling wave at West for Water, and a swirling tornado at North for Air. Padma was particularly happy with her new badge and showed it off proudly to everyone within twenty feet.
The students Harry let "escape" never got very far. The fools acted like they believed Harry, and went straight down the road. Archers stationed along it shot them in the back as they passed. They never made a sound.
A few slipped through, but it didn't matter. The existence of the Tide was known, now, but it didn't matter. Oceania now had a sister town.
Harry christened the town around the former Beauxbatons School of Wizardry and Witchcraft " Lunas," after the latin word for Moon. The Moon pulled at the tides, as Beauxbatons had pulled the Black Tide, and Harry found it fitting. Fleur Delacour was stationed as the governor of the new town. Harry kept his promise to her, and within weeks a steady stream of magic renegades was flowing into Lunas. Fleur sent criers and diplomats to several major Wizarding areas (all outside the Ministry's control) with the express mission of gathering together those considered "abnormal" in the wizarding world. Werewolves, vampires, and even a few assorted giants were traveling now that the news of Lunas had reached them. Fleur was greatly cheered by this and forgot her original doubt of Harry.
Deciding to go back to Oceania, Harry left a small Black Tide detachment under Secondary General Vicks' (as he was now known) command at Lunas while the main army headed back towards Oceania. Padma Parvati and Ginny Weasley stayed behind as well; Padma had to stay and help the new Elementalist recruits, while Ginny was more interested in a huge mass graveyard that lay five miles north of Lunas. She and her Necromancers (their ranks had grown to almost a thousand) moved there and located a mining camp whose sole purpose was to remove dead bodies for spellcasting. Night and day the grinding of stone, rock, and occasionally bone were heard at Lunas from the operation they were carrying out there. The new citizens of Lunas began calling the area the Boneyards, and the name stuck. It became known soon that Ginny would pay quite handsomely for unique skeletons and corpses, and several robberies of Muggle graveyards occured in the following weeks. The bodies were never those of Muggles, but of wizards, for Muggle corpses were essentially useless to Ginny. Other budding graverobbers went hunting in the hills about Lunas and came back with the bodies of trolls, goblins, and various other unlucky creatures. The bodies thus taken were soon sent to the Boneyards with the Necromancers who came to Lunas once a week for supplies, and the next group would bring the payment of gold to the robbers. One very successful man made over five hundred Galleons one week when he brought back three troll bodies, all perfectly intact, as well as five goblin bodies. He had used Avadra Kevadra and killed all of them without harming the bodies, and Ginny was especially pleased with them. The next day, zombie trolls began standing guard at the Boneyards. Ginny found them useful, for they never needed sleep nor food, and could stand eternal watch without a single complaint.
Harry, back at Oceania and watching the Jester's Keep being built, was quite happy. The Ministry was moving to mobilize, but he had a surprise in store for them. But that could wait. He wanted to deal with Voldemort first.
He was the Jester. Nothing could stand before him.
He smiled, watching as the Jester's Keep began to rise before him. It would be complete next spring.
- That's it for this chapter. See if you can spot any hidden references to other things (here's a clue: these two characters made their first debut in Final Fantasy III (or Final Fantasy VI in Japan). Review me please!