Look, I'm a fourteen year old in America, do you really think I own the sane people in this? I only own the psycopaths known as Disaster Dante Riddle, Dawn Riddle, Serenity, the rest of the Nundus minus a certain Harry Potter, and the psycopath villian who is finally being introduced.
Sorry this goes everywhere... But it's the longest chapter and it's been like less then a week since I've last updated...I think... And yeah...an absolute villian is being mentioned... Along with a bit of history is being poked at... Can you tell I like typing these ... thing...? I actually know where I'm going... Oh my god I know what I'm doing! -Faints in shock-
Chapter 25
Denial
Hermione just stared at the odd sight in front of her: A calm Occultus Levis, a scared/confused/grateful Ron, and to top it all off, Tremo Caligo is unconscious at her feet.
Levis gave a small smirk when Ron returned to the table. "Yeh should be thankin' me and apologizing, and Granger never apologized for runnin' into meh earlier. I'm sorry about 'im by the way… 'E tends to get a little…overprotective when it comes to Vic an' me. I doan know fer sure, but I tink 'e sees us as 'is clan because 'e didn't grow up with his like 'e should of… I mean, he actually knocked ou' some random guy who was starin' at Venus and flirting with 'er. She was only thirteen and fel' very uncomfortable…especially since, ahem, veelas go through puberty quite a bit faster than humans if yeh know wha' I mean… Kinda funny if it was in a book an' no' in real life… It's 'is instinct and 'e can't control it no matter 'ow 'ard 'e tries sometimes…"
Hermione's eyes widened. She saw small tears form in the corners of gold eyes. She couldn't help herself when she practically shouted, "I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" Hermione realized her mistake and covered her mouth with a blush. She had just read the interview Caligo had given and had finished seconds before Ron started ranting.
Levis gave a scowl and growled out, "I doan wan' yer pity."
Levis blinked a few times when he heard snoring. He looked down. "Only he could fall asleep when hi' by a stunner…" Ron gave a snort but stifled what soon was going to be a full laughing fit by the precarious glare sent at him.
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It was moments like these when Harry wondered why the heck he was friends with Ron. The youngest Weasley boy had little to no regard to others' feelings and could become a jealous bigot at the drop of a pin. It was people like him that made people like Danny and Voldemort… The world never was white and black, just different shades of gray… Harry doubted that Ron realized that Dumbledore and Voldemort were both human beings, just like the rest of the wizard population.
Danny remained blissfully oblivious to the world, snoring his head off. Danny was…odd. It was like he knew what was going on, but actually doesn't… He knew the hardships many people are oblivious to but seems to refuse to acknowledge them. Either he was in denial…or really dense. It was the way for many people if you thought about it, just in their own separate way.
The "Golden Boy" shook himself out of his daze to see Ron staring at him with fear, anger, and awkwardness. Hermione looked a little embarrassed herself if the rather deep blush was anything to count for.
"What…? Do I 'ave something on my nose?"
Ron looked away and Hermione somehow turned redder. "Are yeh okay, Granger…? Yer lookin' a little red… Do yeh have a fever or something?" Harry was starting to worry about her…
"N-no!" Harry blinked a few times. "Why are yeh stuttering…?" Now he was worried. Was she ill?
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Ron really wanted to burst out laughing. It seemed Hermione had started to develop a crush on Occultus Levis. He didn't find that funny, but the fact Levis didn't even know it was the hilarious part! Ron even saw it for Merlin's sake! Harry could probably see it…well maybe not. The savior was not very good when it came to romance…
Harry… How are they going to break it to him that they just spent almost the whole afternoon with two of the people who kidnapped his first friends? Hermione had a crush on one of them too!
"Dang it… Ellie's going to kill meh!" Levis muttered under his breathe. He gave the vampire a quick kick in the shins.
"Twenty-four!" Caligo shouted.
"We're leaving now. Shu' up. Doan start. NOW." Caligo paled at Levis' snarl.
A flash of light and they were gone.
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'WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?' Harry mentally yelled as he and Danny arrived to the Chamber.
'Err…'
Harry took in a deep breathe. Danny could be impossible because he tended to act like a very young child. The orphanage was partly to blame, the orphans weren't physically abused, but there was a strong possibility of being mentally abused. The runners of it tried to find what the child exceeded at and force the child into a career that involved that. The only reason why it hasn't been closed down was because it offered many activities. Serenity was forced to take tons of dance lessons, gymnastics, beginner yoga, voice lessons, and modeling sessions. Danny was forced to take martial arts and tons of art lessons. Harry lucked out by just being some random orphan that was just being watched.
Then there was him. Harry withheld a shudder. He didn't need to be thinking about the person who found out about their mage abilities… Harry couldn't help but assure himself that there was no way that…that…HE could find him here. 'Buck up, Potter. It's been three years.'
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The next day…
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Dumbledore sat at his desk with a magazine and a newspaper in front of him. This is a very strange site because the magazine just happened to be Witch Weekly. Anyone involved in the war would understand though. Both of the written works in front of him had an interview with Tremo Caligo.
The first thought that came to mind after reading Rita Skeeter's interview with the vampire was that he had to change the teacher meeting schedule. Nothing was said that would help him figure out something about the Nundus that would get them to join the Order or take them down! Dumbledore now had enough information to at least figure out why they were doing what they were doing.
Levis was a random war orphan with a hatred of Magical Society and decided to take it in his own hands. Caligo and Phoebus shouldn't have known about the Magical World, so he must have a disregard to the rules about secrecy. The wizard seemed to be against killing and his magical signature must be the same shade as the Killing Curse. Dumbledore had a feeling he was a parseltongue by the ease he handled the snake at the conference, so that only confirmed one of his theories.
Quite a few of some ideas were proved wrong. The Nundu leaders must be rather young and Caligo seems to look his age. Caligo was not the cunning mastermind of the corporation, Levis seemed to be. In fact, Caligo seemed to be childlike. Dumbledore thought that Phoebus' and Levis' accents were faked still, but Caligo's was probably real.
Their views were still unknown. Nymphadora had only found out so far that the majority of the members she has encountered were at least part magical beast. There were no hard feelings against muggles and muggleborns either, it seemed. In fact, Tonks was pretty sure one of Levis' parents was a muggleborn.
The Nundus reaction to Caligo's interview was "Holy crap! He actually paid attention to something for at least ten minutes without being distracted by random shiny objects! It's the end of the world!" Tonks had said that Caligo was notorious for having an attention span lower than an infant's. Quite humorous actually… Supposedly, Caligo is easily distracted and rarely behaves without threat of a rather embarrassing moment dubbed by the Nundus as the "spatula incident" that he normally runs off blushing whenever someone says spatula in his presence. Nymphadora hadn't been able to find out what the 'spatula incident' was yet. Every time she asked about it to a member who knew, they would burst out laughing. Well, one managed to choke out something about alcohol, a rich 'dude', pick pocketing, parade, police, spatula, and "Cal." …Dumbledore wasn't sure he wanted to know on that note…
A rap at the door caught his attention. Alastor walked in. "Here. I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary about what we got out of Caligo. …well, I gathered that he is more unstable than we originally thought. He is completely and utterly out of his mind according to all our information. Phoebus has gone off the deep end too and is not in her right mind. Levis seems to be straddling the line of sanity and insanity himself… From what Tonks has found, we are dealing with a group led by three maniacs."
The two old friends talked for a few moments before Dumbledore was once again with only Fawkes as company.
'They lived on the streets… No wonder Caligo is able to take life so easily…' Levis seemed to be the Nundu leader that was most likely to come to the Light and join the Order. He was against killing and the Ministry's ignorance is what made him blow his top. It seemed that he just didn't want to wait and did something himself… He was the reason the Nundus were started, yet he is probably the most noble of them all… There was still hope for him… Caligo was insane and seemed to have no idea what was going on, what he was doing, or why. Phoebus…she was an unknown factor. In fact…she seemed to be missing from action!
Dumbledore's eyes widened at the thought. Venustas Phoebus has not been seen since the conference! The Nundus have not made a move since the raid at Diagon Alley in early August and when Harry's friends were kidnapped. Something may have happened to her! Something must have happened for Caligo to calm down his Death Eater blood lust… The Daily Prophet from today came into his view.
Peter Pettigrew's unconscious body was found with most of the blood gone. The Nundu symbol was above. Sirius's name had finally been cleared… He was just alive enough to be given truth serum and to confess to his crimes against the Potter's. How did they know?
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Harry was in a very good mood; Danny was feeling rather guilty about yesterday and had found Wormtail by the Forbidden Forest. Sirius was cleared! He walked down to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Someone's happy," Hermione stated with a smile. "I know!" Harry chirped back with his emerald eyes sparkling. Harry was completely unaware that his friends were hiding that they had contact with, well, him from him. They didn't want to ruin his good mood. Harry still wasn't happy as he used to be without sugar or caffeine running through his system… His good mood was rare.
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Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry looked around to see if anyone was looking in his direction, the Golden Boy made half the food she put on his plate disappear with a slightly inconspicuous wave of his wand. "Harry… Eat, and, no, banishing it does not count as eating it." She put a roll and a spoonful of vegetable melody onto his plate. Harry pouted, but started to nibble on his roll.
'Is it just me, or does he always eats rolls and bread first? It seems to be the only thing he eats on his own… Especially because I've had gone as far as putting a little of everything on his plate so he would eat…'
"Harry, eat something that isn't bread or I'll force-feed you again," Ginny threatened while waving her fork at him. Hermione and Ron exchanged smiles as Harry paled and immediately started to eat the small piece of beef Hermione had dumped on his plate.
After Harry ate the meat, he stuck his tongue out at the female red-head and started to nibble on his roll again. Hermione gave a sigh and snatched the roll from her friend. "Hey! Herms, that's my roll!"
"Don't call me that!" After her statement, Hermione once again found herself picking up Harry's fork and shoving a strawberry in his mouth. Harry gave her a glare but swallowed. "I hate you sometimes, and this is defiantly one of them."
Ginny rolled her eyes and shoved a carrot piece into his mouth. You would think after being force-fed for a couple weeks that Harry would start eating more on his own…
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After lunch while Harry was doing his homework, Hermione and Ron were in the Room of Requirement talking. …if you counted yelling at each other talking that is.
Ron glared at Hermione, "You fancy him! Stop denying it! It's bad enough you are fancying one of Harry's potential enemies!"
"I do not! Why are you saying that? I never even came in contact with him before yesterday!"
"You were staring at him whenever he wasn't looking! You blushed when he caught you staring and stuttered when he asked if you were okay! Admit it! YOU FANCY OCCULTUS LEVIS!"
"I DO NOT RONALD!"
"YES YOU DO!"
"Just because I find him attractive does not mean I fancy him!"
Ron glared at her. "All you've been talking about when Harry's not here is how much of a git Levis is! You were complimenting him by the way you worded it! 'He's so smart mouthed! I can not believe how he expects people to apologize for something out of their control!'" The last part was done in a high-pitched tone.
"Are you implying I was gushing?"
"You bloody were! Just because he saved you from Malferret means you can just…just-!" Hermione saw red, "You're just jealous!"
"NO I'm NOT!"
"Yes you are!"
"At least I don't bloody fancy him!"
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Harry was cheerfully oblivious that Hermione and Ron's friendship was becoming rockier because of him when McGonagall came up to him.
"Potter, the headmaster needs to see you. The password is Mars Bars."
"Thank you, Professor, come Shadow."
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Dumbledore looked up as Harry entered his office. It was now or never. He wouldn't have brought this up and just tell Harry his inheritance if the goblins stated he wouldn't be allowed to the hearing without Harry in toll.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Dumbledore gave a smile but tried to keep his eyes from twinkling too much. He was scared that Shadow wasn't kidding when it said that twinkling his eyes could not be good for him… "Yes, my boy. You see, the goblins have been pestering me to take you to Gringotts to get your inheritance." The ancient headmaster held up his hand to stop the young man's questions. "Sirius named you his sole heir. Everything but a few possessions was left to you. The will reading is in two weeks. I know it must be hard, but the goblins have a policy that no will shall be read until the main heir or heiress is present unless they are under the age of fifteen."
Dumbledore felt a stab of pity as Harry blinked a few tears away. "Okay sir…" Dumbledore suddenly realized something that Ms. Granger had always complained about Harry, he kept everything inside until he exploded with emotion.
"Harry, please tell me you have at least talked to someone about this. You shouldn't keep so much bottled up. It's not good for your mental health. I was and still am concerned for you. That's why I asked Miss Granger to keep an eye on you. I'm worried." Dumbledore was hoping that Harry would once again trust him, but the flash told him otherwise. He was getting the feeling that he may have to fix up his office again by the look in the boy's eyes.
"Yeah, right. No offense sir, but I'm not stupid as you wished I was. I do have a brain last time I checked." Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle. "What ever are you talking about, my boy?"
Harry looked at him with a slightly devious twinkle in his emerald eyes. "Examine yourself and you'll see, why everything is different then what it seems to be," he softly whispered.
Dumbledore, in his confusion, decided to look inside the boy's mind to make sense of the enigma he was becoming. To his shock, he found a dark shield with a blood red glow. That glow was only seen in the minds of vampires and those that were either bounded by soul—as in soul mates or siblings—or blessed by the vampire. Harry seemed completely oblivious to the fact he had tried to penetrate his mind.
"Harry… You haven't done a bounding ritual with Dante have you…?"
"A what?" The look on his face told Dumbledore he was defiantly honest.
Dumbledore's mind whirred rapidly. He would have to think about this more later…
"Nothing. You may go."
Harry blinked a few times and left the office with the wolf trailing behind him.
'Dante is more than likely Tom's son… What if a mental bond was formed that tragic night…? There's a chance those two are soul brothers! This is bad…very bad. I wonder if Mr. Potter has realized something was happening… It makes sense though… Harry has not had a vision since the battle at the Ministry… Bonds like that don't come up to their full potential until at least fourteen years after its creation. If this is true, then those two should be able to communicate telepathically. It would make sense though if one thinks about the prophecies. I still have not been able to find the prophecies about the Solar Raven and the Shadow Wolf. Who knows what has been foreseen?'
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Harry sat at the Great Hall during dinner with an unseen smirk. He glanced up to where Danny was hiding in the few support beams though it looked like he was staring at the night sky. Their first major prank was about to be pulled. Harry had discreetly cast the main spells while he was banishing his lunch. He had found a nifty spell that could be voice activated. Only Danny could find ways that mage spells could be used for pranks… He wasn't sure what Danny was doing; all he needed—and honestly wanted—to know was that it was non-lethal.
Harry turned to Hermione and Ginny who were watching him like hawks to make sure he actually ate. "See! I told you I can feed myself! I will hex you for the record if you try to force-feed me again." Harry withheld his smirk as the prank begun. The activation word was "force-feed".
A few cries of confusion turned to a roar of confusion as the Great Hall ceiling turned a bright, cheery yellow. To everyone's shock—and Dumbledore's happiness—lemon drops started to fall from the ceiling. Shrieks were heard as the lemon drops hit people on the head.
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It was hailing lemon drops… Dumbledore caught one out of the air and put it in his mouth. It was a real lemon drop. He must be dreaming!
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Snape was in a state of shock. He saw a flash of black by the rafters and he saw a flash of a smirk on Potter's face. 'You would think Potter would be above this… Attention seeking, arrogant brat…'
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Draco closed his eyes in exasperation as he felt a muggle candy hit his head. Caligo was probably sniggering his head off somewhere deep within the castle and Potter had hid under the table.
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"What is going on?" Hermione yelled under the table. The sound of falling lemon drops hitting the wooden table was so loud that you could only be heard if you were screaming. "It's raining lemon drops, Herms. Did you suddenly become daft?" Harry shouted back in a teasing tone. "Don't get smart with me, Harry!" Harry gave her a very cheeky smile that strongly resembled the ones Levis gave her. "Fine, I won't go to class then." She gave her messy haired friend a firm whack in the head that made his glasses fall off. She laughed as he felt around for his eyewear. "Serves you right."
Shadow crawled under the rather crowded table. It was whimpering. 'Why is the sky making yellow hail? It hurts!' Harry gave the wolf a gentle pat on the head. Hermione couldn't help but smile as Harry soothed the scared wolf.
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Harry and Danny were mentally cackling as the next part of the prank came into play…
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(I'm gonna stop here!)
(Should I stop here? No? Oh fine)
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Paint balls started to fling from out of seemingly nowhere—Danny had found a mage spell that Harry could cast that would allow electronics to work in areas of large magical energy and after that all Harry had to do was cast a spell that made them trigger at a certain time. People screamed as they realized that under the tables were no longer safe. The paint was being flung at too many different angles to be avoided.
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Dumbledore had finally snapped out of his daze when he got hit by a blob of neon purple paint. The lemon drops had stopped falling. Dumbledore started to cast the counter of every invisibility spell taught at Hogwarts in the direction that the majority of the paintballs were coming from. After fifteen minutes of being pelted, he discovered that muggle guns that were used to shoot paint were stuck to the walls in every corner. The muggle devices seemed to be enchanted and Dumbledore had no idea how to stop it. He tried to destroy one, but every time a spell came near, a shield would appear.
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Snape was very irritated when a bright pink ball of paint hit his hair. 'Too bad I don't have Potter anymore… What a second what am I thinking? I don't have to teach the brat ever again.' Who knew the greasy git would actually miss teaching Harry Potter?
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Draco was scared. He was being splattered by paint and he still didn't get cleaning spells right! 'How am I going to get this goop off me?' Leave it to Caligo to answer… 'It washes right off, you prick.' That did not calm Malfoy at all.
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Harry made his jaw drop as he and Danny dodged their prank. "What the bloody hell is going on here?" he muttered to Ron. You could now talk without screaming. The red-head replied, "I don't know, mate, but I know the twins are going to want to know how someone pulled this off. Hey! What are those things that Dumbledore is shooting spells at?"
Hermione joined in the conversation. "Those look like a muggle piece of technology called a paint ball gun, doesn't it, Harry?"
Harry squinted and replied, "It is, isn't it! Someone must have enchanted it so the prankster is probably a muggleborn or halfblood!" Harry got hit in the head by a blob of red paint. The Boy-Who-Lived touched the back of his head, "Yep, defiantly a paint ball gun. I just remembered how much I hate these things…" Hermione and Ron decided they didn't want their friend to have to think about his missing friends and they probably really didn't want to know.
Shadow shoved itself between the three and used the Golden Trio as a shield from the paint. 'Does this happen often…?' Ginny heard in her head from the other side of the table. She was not even going to ask how Shadow had reached her…
Harry bit back a smirk as a Ravenclaw decided to try to use a shield. The paint was enchanted to explode if they run into a magical shield. It was funny when all of Ravenclaw that was able sent up a shield around their table. Paint splattered everywhere as the huge shield was destroyed. Squeals were heard as the entire brainy house got splattered by paint.
Harry could tell that Danny was getting bored and decided it was time for what he had dubbed "The Grand Finale". He had earlier bullied Draco into helping him enchant this really big bucket he had earlier conjured. Between the two sixth years, the bucket had been charmed to be invisible and will automatically expand when the trigger word was said by Harry. "Shadow, stop whimpering. Paint can't kill you, you big baby."
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Gasps filled the hall as the bucket appeared behind the teachers. The paint guns stopped pelting everyone and started to fill the bucket rapidly. Harry had managed to cast a nifty spell that hid the bucket from view from the teachers until it was full.
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Severus had a feeling of impending doom that was shared by Dumbledore.
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Draco bit his lip, he knew what was about to happen and had managed to remain relatively un-hit because he knew what the prank was. The blonde Slytherin had to admit that he was waiting for this last part…
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All the students had filed out from under the tables when they say were the paint was going. Small sniggers were heard throughout the hall as the teachers started to look for where all the paint was going and what was so funny.
Their questions were answered when a wave of multi-colored paint was dumped on them. Even students like Hermione Granger couldn't stop themselves from giving the smallest of laughs. Once the wave of paint went past the head table, it disappeared from sight.
An enraged and very colorful Headmaster stood up after wiping his face off. "Whoever did this should come clean now." In an odd way, the prankster did. The paint reappeared and whirled around until it was written in mid-air, "From: Me."
None of the professors were surprised when they were called to a meeting that night and the only one who knew couldn't say a thing because he had been ordered by his Lord to let them pull whatever they wanted.
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Little did the rest know, the pranksters and the boy who was persuaded into helping were laughing their heads off in the Room of Requirement.
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If Draco Malfoy was told that he would be laughing with Harry Potter and Tremo Caligo over a prank they played, he would have sent them to the mental ward. But sure enough, he was watching the paint-covered vampire and wizard laugh. "You two are mental, you know that?" he inquired calmly. "Yep!" they chirped as one. Draco rolled his eyes and left the Room of Requirement after Harry checked to see if the coast was clear. He never did get that saying…
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Ginny was worried. She couldn't find Harry or Draco…again. Those two seemed to be missing at the same time a lot lately… Well, Draco was probably in the shower knowing him. Harry…who knew where that boy could be. Ginny had to admit, she sort of preferred the newer, more easy-going Harry Potter.
"Hi Ginny!" Harry chirped in front of her. Well, that answered her question. Ginny raised an eyebrow at him when she noticed he was still paint covered, "You need to take a shower or something, you know that?"
Harry gave her a lopsided grin and stated, "So? This isn't the first time I've been covered with paint." Ginny shook her head and replied, "I'm not even going to ask. I really worry about you sometimes…" The last part was said in a teasing tone. "Are you making fun of me, Gin-Gin?" "No, I'm teasing you." "That's the same thing!" "No, it isn't. Making fun of is three words and teasing is one."
Harry shook his head. "Don't let Hermione hear you being smart-alecky. She whacked me and made my glasses fall off." Ginny laughed as Harry adopted a hurt look. Shadow poked his head out from behind Harry. Unlike his caretaker, Shadow was clean and paint free. 'That was funny!' Harry scowled at the wolf who just gave wagged his bushy tail back.
"We should probably get back to the tower, you know that?" Harry said rather randomly. Ginny nodded when she realized it was almost curfew. The two Gryffindors ran to the tower.
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Voldemort raised an eyebrow as he read the report Severus gave to him. "I'm not even going to ask where the heck those two get these crazy ideas from… First they finish the rat off for us and then they make it rain lemon drop and paint at Hogwarts…" he muttered to Dawn. The vampires gave a small nod and replied, "I really don't blame you. How did Miss Serenity react to the interview?" The Dark Lord gave a small smirk and replied, "Fell backwards laughing muttering about idiotic vampires."
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Dumbledore bit back a groan as he sat down on his bed after an hour of washing the paint off of him. "Me" was defiantly Caligo it seemed…
Blue eyes widened as a piece of parchment floated into his view. In a very recognizable scrawl was written, "Ha, ha! Got you!"
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Harry fell asleep with a big smile on his face and a certain wolf curled up on the foot of his bed softly snoring. Ron gave his best mate one last smile before falling asleep himself.
Unfortunately for a certain Harry Potter, his dreams were plagued by the one person he hated and feared the most. Flashbacks from the mere week Danny, Ren, and he were forced to endure was not what he needed right now… In the real world, the period from Hell had only lasted a week, but the close-minded, nosey, controlling psychopath had somehow made time pass slowly so it was really half a year. Harry had to say that his period spent in the Energy Realm—he refused to refer to it as the maniac's realm—sucked and much preferred what most mages called the "Middle Realm."
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Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were awoken by his screams that were so loud that the muffling charm he had cast did little.
"HARRY! Wake up!" Ron shouted and ran over to the bed. His heart stopped as he noticed the smaller boy was fidgeting in his sleep. "S-stay away from me!" the boy whimpered. He shook his friend awake. "What?" Harry said with fear in his tone.
"Harry, it was just a dream. Was it Voldemort?" Ron asked with concern in his voice.
The rest of the Sixth Year boys looked on with fear and worry.
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Voldemort opened his eyes with confusion. He had been dragged into Potter's dream and it was most odd… It was defiantly a nightmare and seemed all too real for the young wizard. 'Did that really happen?' he asked himself with a bit of concern. He decided to ask a certain half-veela about it without actually asking. If it was a flashback, then he wouldn't be surprised if there was still damage from it… Why did that man look so familiar…? And why was he slightly scared though he have never even seen this person before…?
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Far away in a place that supposedly only exists in the dreamer's most nightmarish part of their imagination, a tall, slender man smirks in the shadowy study of his palace. A shining, silver scepter with a sparkling gem appears out of seemingly nowhere and three images appear after a flick of his pale wrist. Silver eyes dance with amusement.
"Did you really think I would let you three go so easily my little raven, wolf, and lion? You will return to me and be my faithful, loyal apprentices and rejoin your brothers and sisters no matter what you think… Your denial of my continued existence will be the cause of our long a waited reunion. Once you serve me, you can never fully leave me. You will obey my word, for I am a chaos mage and control of sunbeams, lightning, and the shadows cannot even compare with what I can do, even if you three have met your full potential. I will not let such great power and potential remain untamed." The unnamed man stares at the images of a blonde girl, and two raven-haired boys. "I must say, I've even missed your attitude problems…" he muttered under his breathe.
"Soon you will be back here where you belong in the Chaos realm, my children, and help me take back what is rightfully mine, the Middle realm." The images change to a red-eyed, raven haired man and an elderly man with twinkling blue eyes.
"Tom, Tom… You had such great potential before Merlin's heir got to you. Maybe I'll give you the chance I was never able to give due to Merlin's heir getting to you first… I am your ancestor after all…plus your son is such a charming young man that it would be a shame to separate you two if you somehow form a bond as father and son. I'll just have to get you to stop listening to the advice Merlin's ancestor gave." He pauses and glares at the person known as Albus Dumbledore. "I will not allow you to ruin my plan like your great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather did. You have a few deadly weaknesses, and I will use all your weaknesses against you. Mark my words, Albus Dumbledore, you're family will not get in my way again."
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dun da da da... I might change the genre to humor/fantasy... One of the sequels definatly will be, that's for sure...