Chapter 55, patience = 0... brace yourselves...
"Word" – Speech.
'Word' – Thought.
"Word" – Slender Speech.
#Word# - Texts, messages, phone calls and on-screen words. Will have speech marks if words are being spoken at the same time as they appear on-screen or through a speaker.
~Word~ - Written words.
$"Word"$ - Parseltongue.
Disclaimer, Harry Potter is the creative property of J.K Rowling and the studio that produced the films.
Any CreepyPastas mentioned in this fic will have their creators stated in the endnotes.
I also have no ownership of any brands, games, franchises or shows mentioned in this fic.
Any persons mentioned outside of the stories that this fic is based on, that I haven't stated are a reference, are purely fictional. I do not condone killing unless it is justified, i.e. hunting animals for food or as a last resort in defence. Any similarities to any persons mentioned are purely coincidental unless it is in reference then I will have stated where the reference was from if it is overly obscure at the end.
Locations in which the kills are chosen are selected by online generators and I zoom in to see what's near there on google maps. All kill scenes that I write that did not occur in the Harry Potter book series are not based on any real-life events.
Author's note.
Is my cold gone?
I have no idea because I'm writing this before I upload chapter 54, so I'm currently high off my tits on lemsips.
Other than that, I'm arranging a date and I've gotten a new job!
Getting the rest of the training next month, and I'm beginning to prep for Halloween.
Also, the cover picture changed because I got even more fan art from Rosy Willard. Just look at that hair! Now you see why I make those 'Isaac needs a haircut' jokes so often.
Rosy, you are amazing! If I could hug you, then I would!
So, what have I gotten in the reviews this week, let's find out, shall we?
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Thunder-Death;
Fred's going to be alright, he's got his friends to help him through, and I'm getting closer to finishing a joke I've been building for a while now.
If you can figure out what the joke was, bravo to you.
I fricking love writing Thalmann! There's just so much potential for what to do with him.
I enjoy terrifying people with Thalmann, it's just a little pleasure in life.
Jack is going to have some 'splaining to do.
Thank you!
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.549;
Aww, thank you!
I think I do alright with making Slenderman / Thalmann scary.
What song is it? I'm using my readers to find stories and songs.
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Rosie isis and rai the kitsune;
I enjoy writing Slendy / Thalmann, so much potential.
Lazy! Lazy! Lazy! Lazy! Lazy!
Lazy!
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Firehedgehog;
Thaaanks!
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iCPM;
That first sentence made me giggle.
I've now got the mental image of you chasing me around with a rolled up newspaper and a spray bottle.
Thank you for that, made my day.
I haven't decided on George, yet. I've got a couple of chapters for EXTRAS that will revolve around Fred and George being Proxies of L.J, but I'll come back to those later.
I really can't complain about having a cold now, can I?
So... I hope that your Influenza is better now, let me know if you start a world-wide epidemic.
I've got something planned to explain the Goblet stuff later on, most likely this chapter.
Now... if I really wanted to be mean, I'd probably end up doing that.
Be thankful that I'm at least a little nice.
Ok... that mental image beats the first one... thank you so much for that!
... ew...
Ok, you posted another review on chapter 33.
Yeah, that was when I introduced BRVR, and I've never regretted the decision.
The body is finished, he can run around, but it's just a little clunky to use while he learns how to properly use it
I do have a couple of ideas that I'm doing soon for his body, though.
Erm... I'll consider some stuff with regards to BRVR coming to Hogwarts.
Not making any promises though.
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Katropis12;
Thank you!
I have a feeling that Isaac would probably jump off the tower if he was bored, regardless if anyone told him to.
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Not A Criminal;
Hehehehehehehe...
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MyraZinshu;
Yikes, this is a long one...
Thank you! I honestly hope I get more because that's given me more happiness than the past few weeks of my life has done!
Never underestimate my ability to eat cake, my sweet tooth could beat Loki (Gabriel) in an eating competition.
Yes, spread the music, we must get her the attention that she deserves.
See the bit later before I start the story for the EXTRAS.
I'll just carpet bomb the state, hit everything so that you never miss.
Hehehe, demon voices are fun.
Celtic mythos' sounds like a good place to start, plus I'm Scottish so it shouldn't be too hard to find a few things out.
I've learnt about quite a few American myths through Supernatural, the Lady in White being the one that comes to mind first.
I actually found out a few interesting things about Werewolves lately, like how there are fables where a lover or family member can call their name out to them at night when they're transformed to bring them back or that Werewolf that went around giving poor families fish so they could feed their children.
Hey, I'm allowed to be subtle with some things, full blown in your face with others.
I loved Jack's rant about wizard swears, one of Fred's lessons will be on swearing properly.
Yeah, dream walking can leave you cranky since it feels like you haven't slept properly.
Hehehe... I love that line.
Having him relax with a little parkour, something he learnt with Toby, seemed right.
And, let's face it, Thalmann / Slenderman kicks ass when it comes to entrances.
I'll be making an EXTRAS chapter with a bunch of CP kill scenes to make up for the ones that I missed so I'll probably add that into it.
Fred learnt just how curiosity can kill a cat.
The Triwizard Tournament is going to be getting a little bit more flair thrown into it with Isaac competing.
Ok... that is... definitely a question... Zombie squirrels would eat anything they wanted to hunt since they wouldn't have any fears.
OMG! I really want to see that now, I've seen latex masks online for Laughing Jack and Jeff, but I really want to see those!
Hope you like this one!
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wow-im-satan;
Thank you!
Can I please get a Hellhound now?
Please!
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acherongoddess;
Thank you!
Isaac is gonna reign fire down on them when the time comes.
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unknownwolf1996;
WELCOME!
Maybe if you beg me enough.
Yeah... power is definitely going to my head now... hehehehehe, I love it!
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Iheartlife888;
My mind goes to very random places, I've never played any of the games.
I answer all the reviews I can.
Hehehehe, I wanted to do a scene where he scared someone with his parkour skills for a while.
I think something overblown would have been a little too OOC, so silently simmering contempt seemed the better way to go.
Finding loopholes with the tasks is how Harry got through the first task in the book. He summoned his broom with his wand, so technically you could summon anything to help you... like a tank... or a minigun...
See the scene later about his family trying to get him out of the task.
I'm glad that you liked the chapter, hope you like this one.
There are going to be times where Canon has to be followed, I'm just throwing in my own twists and flair as I go.
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Fire Elemental Frank;
Don't recognise your name, WELCOME!
Thanks, I'm glad that you like it.
Happy to hear that there's at least something funny each chapter.
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Galra-din;
Erm... give me a mo... WELCOME!
I couldn't find another review if you'd ever left one, so welcome to the story!
I'm glad that you like it.
Ok... make me do work, why don't you...
Right, he got his first jumper in chapter 7 'Mandatory Filler Chapter', but I'm fairly certain that I updated it a little later on into the story, but I can't find where.
Can I see it when you're done? Please?
Fanboys of the world UNITE!
Ok, I'm making a not of all of those, but you'll have to wait for an EXTRAS chapter for Ben to be at Hogwarts for the dance. Not happening this time around, I'm afraid, but they all sound brilliant and I love them!
You're welcome, and I hope that you enjoy this chapter and many more.
Aww... you make me blush...
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Cyber-Kanochi;
WELCOME!
Wow... I asked that question over a year ago...
That would definitely explain it, though. So thank you!
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Ok, that was it... until...
There we go!
YingYangWriter;
Don't take it personally, I call everyone a cow.
I love Jeff Dunham as well, Achmed is my favourite.
I really hope you mess up and say it one day.
He's got about an 'Ark'-full more common sense than the canon Harry does at this point, plus people he can rely on.
I need to do more stuff with his parkour skills, other than messing with the other students and getting shoes.
I would like to see anyone brave enough to tell Slenderman to not do something he wants to do, he is someone who could probably get away with murder in a populated street... he probably has, actually.
I may have had 'The Dark Knight Rises' on in the background when I was doing Thalmann's scene... wonder if you can guess what part...
Yeah, they do, the honorary little brother to most of them, big brother for Sally. A sprinkling of salt in a bucket of charcoal would be the accurate metaphor for Jane's heart.
Secret's never stay hidden in Hogwarts, and I've got a small storm brewing with M.A.C.U.S.A.
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Right, that's all of them,
DP, got any weird things that kinda make sense, but don't really, like how we can drink a drink, but can't food any food?
DP?
They're a little tied up at the moment, I'll get them later.
So, if you were paying attention to the reviews, then you will have noticed that I was saying something about EXTRAS chapters... and I may have typed all of that without looking because I was trying not to sneeze.
Anyway, back on topic, I've got a long list of chapters on my wall that I'm going to write eventually, but, I thought that I'd let you decide which one I do next.
Your choices are;
(X) Toby / Liu relationship development.
(X) The twins causing chaos as L.J's Proxies from the Werewolf chapter
(X) A Dead By Daylight AU with the CreepyPastas as the killers, and students as survivors (Will be a Digital Magic story)
(X) Isaac getting revenge on Dudley's gang.
(X) One of the alternate versions of the story I debated writing.
The choices are there and don't worry, that's not the entire list. There's plenty more, I just wanted to work through a couple of them.
Ok, time to get back to the story.
Hope you enjoy,
SteamGeek01.
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The first day that classes returned were rather boring so far by in Isaac's opinion, not that he was complaining.
After the mess that was the champion selection, he was welcoming a little boring and enjoyed the calm that was going on, even if he could feel something brewing on the horizon by the third day as he walked across the grass to get to Herbology.
Nobody in Hufflepuff seemed to be talking to him, even Professor Sprout seemed to be favouring the opposite side of the greenhouse to wherever he was working.
Care of Magical Creatures wasn't as big a bore as Herbology had been, but that was mainly due to the fact that they were in teams of four trying to keep the Skrewts from killing each other while they tried to give them exercise.
"Father's enjoying this," Draco grunted out while he and Blaise pulled on one-half of the ropes tied to their skrewt, "Wrote that he expects you to fail in less than five minutes,"
"Good to know," Isaac said through gritted teeth as he and Hermione pulled on the other set.
Their skrewt was currently trying to get to one being handled by Seamus, Dean, Ron, and Neville.
"I wrote back..." Draco was cut off with a brief grunt as the skrewt spurt forward a couple of feet, pulling them along.
Only Isaac hadn't stumbled. Instead, he had been pulled forward, his feet sliding over the grass.
"... saying that I bet him ten Galleons that you'd last four times that," he managed to finish after catching himself so he didn't fall over, "Do me a favour and help me win that,"
"Glad to know you've got my best interests at heart!" Isaac yelped as the skrewt shot forward once again.
Lunch was faced with a bored expression from Isaac as whispers broke out around him.
"Oh wow, it's like I'm back in our second year," Isaac said as he sat down at the table and helped himself to orange juice, "Surrounded by whispers, wonder if some big-ass serpent-thing is gonna try and kill me,"
"Well, as long as I don't get turned to stone again," Hermione snorted, "Well, petrified, I wasn't actually turned to..."
"I know, I know," Isaac said, cutting her off, "I got the point,"
Isaac was thankful that nothing had happened today as he waited outside the classroom for Potions.
If he could make it to the end of the week without anything happening, then he was sure that he could handle anything that was thrown at him.
"... still, don't see why you're being so uptight as to not help me?" Pansy was simpering as he and the other Gryffindors came closer to the classroom.
"Because I'm keeping out of this whole mess," Draco said, a mildly tired expression on his face.
"It's just a simple charm," Pansy said with a small shake of her head.
"Then you should have no problem learning how to cast it," Blaise said, breaking his silence on something that Isaac suspected had been going on since that morning.
Pansy glowered at Blaise as the doors opened to the classroom, bringing any conversations that had been going on to silence, as Professor Snape called them in.
"Antidotes," Professor Snape said, flicking his wand at the board, "You should have all prepared your recipes from the work last class, today we shall be testing them to see whether or not you would have managed to save someone's life," he glanced around them all, cold, black, eyes glittering unpleasantly.
Isaac settled into the steady rhythm of chopping ingredients for the antidote, adding them before letting the cauldron simmer, while chopping the next ingredients before mixing those in and repeating.
They were halfway through the lesson, it being a double period, when someone knocked at the door.
Snape glanced at the interruption who turned out to be Colin Creevey.
"Yes," Snape said curtly to the small Gryffindor.
"I've – I've been sent to collect Isaac Rogers, sir," Colin said, trying to steady his nerves from being stared down by their formidable Potions teacher.
"Mr Rogers still has another hour of Potions to complete," Snape said, a hint of coldness starting to seep through his words, "You may collect him when he has finished,"
"Sir – sir, Mr Bagman wants him. Him and the other champions are..."
"What name did he use?" Isaac asked, letting Hermione take over the stirring, "When he asked for me, what name did he use?"
"Harry Potter," Colin said, his face reflecting the apologetic tone he spoke with.
Isaac nodded.
"Professor Snape, is there a 'Harry Potter' on your register?" Isaac asked coyly.
"No," Snape said, his lip curling, "There is no 'Harry Potter' on my register,"
"Then I get to claim plausible deniability," Isaac grinned as he returned to his cauldron, taking the stirrer back from Hermione, "Thank you, Colin!"
"Tell Mr Bagman that there is no 'Harry Potter' in this class or any classes at Hogwarts," Snape said to Colin, dismissing him with a wave of his hand.
Colin nearly scurried from the room, a gleeful smile on his face.
"You know that Mr Bagman is going to be rather annoyed by the time you run out of ways to stall,"
"That implies that I care whether he's annoyed," Isaac said, sliding the next set of ingredients into his cauldron.
Isaac was able to buy himself another few minutes of Potions, Snape began moving around the various cauldrons, saying, "Dead," if the antidote would fail, or nothing if it had a chance of working.
Not long later, though, there was another knocking at the door.
"Come in," Professor Snape said.
Colin was back, accompanied with Cedric Diggory.
"Mr Bagman needs to borrow 'Mr Rogers' for the remainder of the class," Cedric said, the attempt at an appeasing smile on his face did nothing to soften the Potions master.
"Very well, Mr Rogers, what stage is your potion at?" Professor Snape asked, moving to assess Isaac's potion.
"Erm... I was about to add the slices of Shrivel Fig and stir, sir," Isaac said.
"Complete that step and set your cauldron on the side to cool, you may return to finish your antidote after dinner," Snape said, turning and moving onto the next cauldron.
After stowing his cauldron at the side of the classroom, Isaac left with Colin and Cedric.
"So, what's this thing about?" Isaac asked, adjusting his bag strap as they walked.
"They've got Olivnader to come in and check that our wands are still working well enough for us to compete... oh! And some reporter from the Daily Prophet's come down," Cedric said, Colin turning to give him a short glare, "Probably just some publicity for the Tournament,"
"Well... this isn't going to end well," Isaac muttered.
"How come, Isaac?" Colin asked, casting another quick glare at Cedric.
"Because a lot of people insist on using my old name," Isaac explained, "However, my old name should not be used by anyone because of Witness Protection Laws.
So basically, use that name and face the law,"
"Wow," Colin said, "The Daily Prophet won't use it, though, will they?"
"If they know what's good for them," Isaac said.
"This room," Cedric said, stopping them halfway down one of the corridors.
"Right... see you, Colin," Isaac said, ruffling his hair.
Colin beamed and nearly skipped as he went off to whatever class he had been called from.
Cedric watched the happy Gryffindor bounce away.
"You certainly have a way with people," Cedric said.
"Yeah," was all he got in response, "Let's get this over with,"
Cedric nodded and pushed the door open.
"Mr Potter, you've kept us..."
"Fred and George want their money back," Isaac said, not looking at the suddenly spluttering and sour-faced man that had come bounding towards him.
"Mr Potter," a simperingly sweet voice said, accompanied by the click of heels on the stone floor, "How lovely for you to join us,"
"Who are you?" Isaac asked the woman that had approached him.
Gracefully curled blonde hair was done up professionally, red nails that were long enough to be called talons were chipless and gleamed slightly, large jewelled spectacles rested on a highly powdered nose.
All those descriptions belonged to the woman who was trying to put a pleasant face on over a disappointed, and mildly insulted, demeanour.
"My name is Rita Skeeter, I write for the Daily Prophet!" she introduced herself and offered her hand.
"Oh, you're a reporter!" Isaac said excitedly, "Goodbye," he said in an almost inhuman level of bland and disinterest.
"Come now, Harry," Rita missed how Isaac's hands clenched, "Maybe I can get a quick word before the Weighing of Wands?"
"Nope," Isaac said quickly.
"Come now, Harry," Rita tried to push him off to a cupboard of the small classroom that they were meeting inside.
Tried was the operative word there as when she tried to pull him along by the upper of his arm Isaac hardly budged an inch from where he was stood.
Rita gave Isaac another pull before letting go and trying to warp her arm around his shoulders to try and get a better grip.
Isaac calmly reached up and grabbed her wrist.
Rita let out a stifled gasp of pain as Isaac unwound her arm from his shoulders, still holding part of her wrist.
"Would you kindly stop touching me?" Isaac said, fixing her with a look of utmost boredom and disinterest, "And would you kindly stop calling me that name, or I'll have to take legal action?"
Isaac released the silently suffering woman and walked over to where Krum and Fleur were sat.
Both of them had watched the reporters attempt to coral Isaac away with mockery at first, but now they were looking at him with what could almost be called intrigue.
The door to the classroom opened and Dumbledore walked in.
"Sorry to keep you all waiting, had a firecall from The Ministry confirming that the Weighing of Wands was going on," he excused himself.
Karkaroff made an odd huffing noise at the mention of the British Ministry.
"Now, I would like to introduce those that haven't to Mr Ollivander,"
Isaac would admit to his surprise as he had not noticed the old and frail man, who was looking out the window, standing in the corner of the room.
Ollivander looked just as old as he had done the first time that Isaac had seen him.
"Mr Ollivander is the lead official for British wand lore, and creation, so he shall be checking over your wands to see that they satisfy the regulations," Dumbledore finished.
"Good evening," Ollivander said to the room as Dumbledore sat with the others already seated at the judge's table, "Ladies first, then? Mademoiselle Delacour?"
Fleur got up from the chair and held out her wand to Ollivander, careful not to touch his wrinkled hands.
Isaac raised an eyebrow of interest when Ollivander couldn't make out what the core of the wand was, despite correctly stating the other measurements and materials, so Fleur had to reveal it to be that of Veela hair. The hair having come from her own grandmother.
'Certainly explains why half the school looks at her the way Toby looks at waffles,' Isaac thought with a brief smirk and slight pang of homesickness.
Ollivander produced a bouquet of flowers, handing those and the wand back to Fleur with the declaration that the wand was in working order.
Krum was called up, stated the measurements, a small flock of birds was conjured that flew out the window, and Ollivander declared himself satisfied with it.
Cedric went up, Ollivander took a moment of pride to be examining one of his wands again, silver rings of smoke were sent across the room, stated the measurements, before he once again declared his satisfaction.
"Aah, Mr Rogers," Ollivander's voice was filled with a small sense of mystery, "Another of my own... four years since the wand chose its master..." he seemed to be temporarily lost in talking to himself, "Ten inches, thestral hair, made from..."
He left the last open and raised an eyebrow at Isaac.
"Grenadela wood?" Isaac asked, ignoring the not so subtle flash of a camera that had gone off.
"Grenadilla," Ollivander corrected, "Not ebony, as the supplier had labelled it..." he broke off with a brief grumble, "Well kept," he returned to checking over the wand.
Ollivander produced a goblet from his pocket and a small stream of wine from Isaac's wand and declared his satisfaction once more.
Isaac had hoped that once the wands had been checked he would be able to leave, but Bagman stopped them for pictures for the Daily Prophet.
"Come now, Harry," he said jovially, "Can't let the fourth champion sit out on this,"
"I am not the fourth champion," Isaac said, trying to control his urge to punch the man in front of him, "I am the unwilling participant who is being forced into this against his will.
Plus my legal guardian does not want any pictures of me used for publicity," Isaac turned to continue leaving the room but found himself face to face with Rita.
"Come now, Harry," she said, trying to pull him over to the other champions, "Everyone loves a bad..."
She didn't get to finish as Isaac had grabbed her wrist again.
"Any pictures of me, or mention of 'Harry Potter', in your article will be met with legal action," Isaac said, pressing harder on the pressure point he was currently holding Rita by for a few more seconds.
He let go of her hand and walked past the two of them and out the doors, sparing none of them a second glance as he left the room.
"How nice of you to join us again," Professor Snape said as Isaac walked back into the classroom.
"Staying would have led to things happening against my guardian's wishes," Isaac said, moving to the sink where he had placed his cauldron.
"There is no point in your returning to your antidote now," Snape said, "Take it to the second Potions revision lab for when you return after dinner,"
Isaac nodded and carefully carried his cauldron out of the room.
Dinner was spent with more people muttering about Isaac's participation in the Tournament and Isaac was finding it harder to relax.
"You ok?" Fred asked, sitting down next to him as George slid into the seat opposite them.
"My toleration of idiots is running down faster than I think is healthy for them," Isaac said, pouring gravy over his mashed potatoes.
Fred and George shared a quick glance.
Isaac took a drink from his goblet.
"Well... we might have a thing or two that you could help us with after dinner?" George offered.
"Can't," Isaac said, "Got to go finish a potion for Snape," he quickly stole the plate of sausages before Fred could grab them.
"Oh, that's got to suck," Fred winced, "Potions is bad enough without having extra to do,"
George nodded solemnly in agreement.
"Nah, it's not so bad," Isaac shrugged, "Snape's nowhere as near bad as he was in my first year,"
"He definitely mellowed out a bit, with you," George added on, "Still hard on everyone else, thought he would have gotten worse with you,"
"See... I have this way of looking at people.
People are like wine, to me.
Some nicer than others, some more bitter, but, given enough time, they all mature. Some just mature faster than others...
Some taste nicer than others and they all make one hell of a mess when you break the seal and the stuff kept inside goes everywhere,"
Fred and George both snorted into their goblets.
"Dude, really?" they asked in sync.
Isaac merely cackled and bit a sausage in half.
The brief walk to the Dungeons after dinner provided Isaac with a cool breeze as the draughty castle began to be bathed by the light of the moon.
The Potions lab where he had left his cauldron was open and he carried it over to one of the empty workstations before returning to grab his ingredients.
He glanced around for a moment before sticking his hand underneath the cauldron and clenching his fist.
The flames spread across the bottom of the cauldron before the little basin underneath the cauldron that kept the flames lit caught and soon his cauldron was ready to be worked on again.
"In future endeavours," Isaac didn't turn to look at Professor Snape, "Wait for the attending teacher before beginning to work on your potion,"
"Yes, Professor," Isaac said, crushing the beetle eyes he had into a fine powder.
"What stage were you able to achieve before the interruption?" Snape asked, sitting at the desk and looking over a folder of parchment, most likely homework essays.
"I was letting it simmer before adding the beetle eyes, after that, I've only got to add the juice of the bezoar, diced aconite leaves, and the neem oil," Isaac answered him.
"Very well, do you remember the number of times you are to stir and how long you let it simmer?" Snape asked, his eyes leaving the parchment for a brief moment.
"Seven stirs, alternating clockwise and anti-clockwise for each ingredient, and five minutes of simmering,"
Snape nodded.
"Very well, continue as you were," he said over the scratching of his quill as he marked where a student had made a mistake.
Another fifteen minutes later Isaac put the stopper into his potion and placed it on Professor Snape's desk.
He lifted the antidote, tilting it to see how it ran around the inside of the flask.
"Tidy away your cauldron," Snape said, apparently satisfied with the antidote.
"Yes, sir," Isaac said, pausing as he made to empty his cauldron, "Professor?
Does administering an antidote do the thing where people get the symptoms of what they're being cured of?" he asked.
Professor Snape's brow furrowed.
"And what would you do with this information?"
"I don't have the patience to pretend that I wouldn't use to scare someone that would be annoying me," Isaac said after a moment.
Professor Snape narrowed his eyes at Isaac.
"Around a tablespoon shall mimic the effects of whatever the antidote cures to a lesser effect," he said after a moment of consideration, "But if I hear of you spiking anyone's drinks then I shall see to it that you spend a month in detention with Mr Filch,"
"Noted, sir," Isaac nodded as he collected his bag and left.
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"It's been boring," Ben moaned when Isaac asked him if anything interesting had happened, "The most that happened was Toby got in trouble for trying to go out on a job with his leg still needing enough stitches to supply a Disney shop,"
Isaac shook his head at his brother's antics.
"So there's nothing worth talking about that's happened?" he asked, leaning on the tree and swinging his legs as Ben switched the normally sunny sky to a starlit night.
"Well... I could tell you the one with the cult that Toby got banged up on?" Ben offered.
"Go for it, I feel like it's been weeks since I heard about a kill," Isaac said, sitting up and shifting a little closer to Ben.
"Alright then..."
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Liu chewed on his lip as he watched the people walking across the ground before him.
"Do you want to know something that annoys me?" Toby asked, lying on his back and looking up at the sky.
"What?" Liu asked, rolling his eyes at Toby's nonchalance.
"Greenland is covered in ice and snow, and Iceland is fairly clear of ice and snow, you could almost call it grassy," Toby said, "So why does it seem like some cheeky fucker took their names on a map and switched them around for giggles,"
"I think it's got something to do with the Vikings," Lui said, peering over the small wall that they were hiding behind, "They wanted to confuse their enemies, so they put out the word that they were based on a land of ice and snow, so when their enemies landed on a grassy plain then they would think that they were on the wrong island and set off again,"
"That seems overly complicated, why not say that their base was in Sweden and have them trying to take over that place and operate from their secret island base like some heavily budgeted International Rescue?" Toby sighed.
"Because we love to make everything overcomplicated," Lui said, "You ready?"
"Like the salted crisps," Toby said, jumping into a crouch and tugging his goggles into place.
Lui rolled his eyes and scoffed in laughter.
"You are crazy," he said rather fondly.
"Oh, shut up, you love it," Toby bumped his shoulder.
Lui thought for a moment.
"Yeah, I do," he said, "Never change, man.
"Now, do you want to go top or bottom?"
"Do you really think this is the time or place?" Toby asked.
"Maybe change a little,"
Toby cackled before vaulting over the wall and scaling the ivy-strewn wall, his bag bumping his side and getting caught on a loose stone for a moment causing him to lose his grip and fall back down.
Lui smirked as he rounded the wall and snuck through the door as Toby disappeared through a window on the second floor.
"... Adestu Arfacra Desmun Forgesto Infernalam Totarus..." the low chanting from somewhere within the halls reached his ears and Lui had to wonder if every cult was only able to do stuff if they chanted ominously.
He paused for a moment to hide as two members came out of a side room, telling a third to hurry up, and waited for the third to come out of the room before he covered his mouth, digging the hunting knife he had deep into his throat.
The cultist struggled for a few moments, Lui repeatedly stabbing the knife into his throat until his knees gave out.
Lui wiped the blood off his face before stuffing the corpse back into the side room, cramming it into a closet nearby.
He felt his phone buzz and checked the message he had been sent.
~Train 4 boom town leaving in 10 mins ;)~
Lui smirked and sneaked out of the room, searching for the stairs to the upper level.
He could still hear the chanting as he crept around the ground floor, keeping an eye and ear out for anyone other than him that might have been lurking around.
No one seemed to be outside of the summoning room, but there were muffled cries coming from a nearby room.
'Toby?' he thought for a moment.
Lui braced himself and kicked the door open, not too bothered about stealth and...
"Oh thank god!" a man he didn't know latched onto him, "They've been keeping me here, I didn't know what was going to happen to me..."
Lui awkwardly looked down at the man hugging him, his wrist was bent at an odd angle and it looked like he had broken it trying to get out of the ropes that had bound him to an uncovered pipe on the wall.
"... didn't think that..."
The man was cut off as Lui swiped the knife across his throat, spinning it around and slicing across the cut for a second time.
He collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, as blood coated the ground around them.
"... ok then..." Lui shook as he quietly closed the door on the man, turning to...
He was knocked off his feet by the shockwave that ruptured the walls around him, flames spreading a few seconds later like water over a beach at high tide.
"TOBY!" Lui shouted, clambering up the half destroyed stairs.
He skidded to a stop at a large hole on the ground, the flayed form of his favourite pyromaniac beneath him.
Grasping the decayed, and burnt, wood he was stood on, Lui lowered himself down and picked Toby up, slinging his arm across his shoulders and pulling him into a standing position.
"I think I messed up the timer..." Toby groaned, having had all the wind knocked out of him.
"You think?" Lui said, half walking, half pulling Toby, out of the wreckage.
He stopped to pick up Toby's fallen axe before making his way out into the hall towards the door.
They were only stopped momentarily so that Lui could dispatch a survivor of the explosion who had stumbled across their path before they were back outside in the cool evening air, the low clouds above them painted orange by the roaring inferno behind them.
Toby chuckled before breaking into a raspy cough.
"Infernus strikes again," he joked.
"You need to see E.J," Lui said, looking him over.
"Yeah," Toby agreed, "Ah, well, not like this day can get any worse,"
"Why did you say that?"
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Endnotes.
Right, little news before you go.
If you are a Scout, or part of the Network, and are taking part in J.O.T.I this weekend, try and find me.
My name's gonna be 'SteamGeek01' and I'll be hanging in the English chatrooms.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed, see you next time.
SteamGeek01.
Creepypastas in this fic.
Ticci Toby – Kastoway.
Masky / Hoodie / The Operator – Marble Hornets.
Eyeless Jack – Kiki H.
Laughing Jack – Snuffbomb.
Jeff the Killer – BanninK.
Ben Drowned – Jadusable.
Sally – Kiki H.
Slenderman – Victor Surge.
Smile dog – God knows.
Puppeteer – BleedingHeartworks.
Bloody Painter – Delucat.
Kagekao – GingaAkam.
Homicidal Liu – Vampirenote13.
Jason the ToyMaker – Krisantyl.
Jane the Killer – AngryDogDesigns.
Clockwork – Can't find the original creator. If you have any ideas on how to, then suggest them.
Candy Pop and Candy Cane – XXDirtyNightClownsXX.
Pianist – jill0mccloud.
The Pianist – This story didn't have a credit, if anyone knows then please tell me so I can fix this.
Pokemon Dead Channel – star-byte. (BRVR's story)
The Good Doctor Locklear – Madame Macabre - check out her youtube channel, really recommend the music!
Feel free to leave a suggestion for stories to read, I've enjoyed the ones that have been sent in already, and I'm dying for more!
