Summary; sequel to AVLP, very much AU as it's a crossover. Hakkai, Sanzo, Goku and Gojyo, or Harry, Indigo, Neville and Ron are on their way to Hogwarts! Poor Hogwarts, you really weren't prepared for these boys, or their friends…
Halloween, Sparring and Big Ass Dogs
"What do you call that?" asked Ron, staring at Jackie and Indigo in mild fascination, "Dancing, sparring or very violent porn for paedophiles."
"Nobody knows-"
"Baby brother, we-"
"Daren't ask."
The three Weasleys shook their heads and continued their chess game. Ron was winning, despite the fact that the twins were ganging up on him.
"It could be a combination of the three," suggested Hermione, who was helping Neville with his potions homework.
"How?" asked Flare, lowering his book.
"They spar with a fight style that looks like a dance and use certain moves in such a way to suggest violent porn," said Harry, finally giving up on his homework and joining Hazel in watching Jackie and Indigo spar. "The result is a certain amount of confusion to the watchers, which may be the point…"
"That's actually quite sensible," said Tracy in tones of dawning wonder, "If you're trying to figure out if they're making out or trying to kill each other you aren't going to get involved. Who's winning?"
"I'm not entirely sure," said Hazel, the unofficial score keeper, "Jackie will have a lot of bruises, but he seems more interested in groping Indigo then hitting him. I think Indigo wins if he breaks Jackie's nose, and Jackie wins if Indigo blushes and storms of cursing perverts."
"Everyone stared at the silver haired boy. He blushed.
"That's how it looks, okay?!"
"Actually he's right," said Hannah. "I mean, just look at them. Jackie's in danger of being accused of sexual harassment."
They watched the duo sparring by the lake.
Jackie tried to kick Indigo's feet out from under him, and failed, then spun and caught the blond in the tight hug that left Indigo's back pressed against Jackie's chest. Jackie then had to let go to avoid a heel kick to the groin, which became a nasty foot to the chest as Indigo spun and raised the leg.
"He may receive broken bones because of it," said Harry in tones on mild interest. "That kick would have broken ribs if Jackie was a shade slower."
Indigo spun in close, ignored the hand on his ass, and sent Jackie into the lack with an interesting combination of a judo throw and a round house kick.
"Or he could just get very wet," continued Harry, shrugging, "Whatever works, I guess."
"What was that?" asked Tracy as Indigo wandered over and flopped down on the grass next to her. "Judo or karate?"
"Both. Neither. Who knows?" Indigo shrugged, which looked odd as he was lying down. "A previously unheard of combination of the two, which works. That's the important bit."
"Was it really necessary-"
"-to throw Jackie in the lake?"
"Yes. He has to stop groping kids before he gets old enough to be prosecuted."
"I don't grope kids!" objected Jackie, who had gotten out of the lake and splashed over. "I grope you! There is a difference!"
"Details, details…"
"Devil spawn."
"Very much so."
"What's in the locked 3rd floor corridor?"
"Enormous 3 headed dog standing on a trap door."
Everyone turned and stared at him. Indigo shrugged. "I was running away from the fanghouls. And Marcus Flint, for some reason. Strange bloke…"
"I may have to talk to Mr Flint," said Jackie thoughtfully. "He is not a registered Indy stalker."
"There's a register?" asked Hermione, sounding a little weak, as she always did at the mention of Indigo's club of stalkers. She hadn't gotten used to his resigned attitude towards them all yet.
"Of course. How else could we arrange picture sales and maintain order?" Jackie was more then a little confused by Hermione's reaction to the stalker club, possibly because he was head if it.
"They're selling pictures?" Even Harry, who had some experience with Indigo's habit of collecting stalkers, was shocked now. "And you don't mind?"
"I get 30% of every sale, and Jackie monitors it so nothing dirty gets onto the market." Indigo shrugged again. "Cash to burn."
"But, it's like, porn."
"Modeling. I'm fully clothed."
"You are weird."
"Hi pot, I'm kettle and we're both black."
"Boys," said Flare sternly. "Indigo being a porn star is not the issue. What is the Cerberus guarding?"
"Hagrid took something from Gringotts," Said Harry slowly. "A high security vault. Someone broke in that day, didn't steal anything and got out alive."
"So, what would tempt someone strong enough and smart enough to survive breaking into Gringotts?" said Ron abandoning his chess game. "Jewels, maybe?"
"There are less dangerous ways," said Jackie, shaking his head firmly. "My moneys on a magical artefact, one that's powerful and useful and can't be duplicated without a lot of work. How big was the package?"
"About the size of an adult male's fist."
There was a long thoughtful silence.
"We have charms in 5 minutes." said George blankly.
"Potions." added Flare, who was chewing his thumb nail, "We can ask Yuki and Susan there. What are they doing anyway?"
"Plotting strange and fiendish plots, I expect." muttered Indigo.
The group went their separate ways with the preoccupied manner of those deep in thought.
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"I hate Halloween," said Neville gloomily. "Something bad always happens on Halloween." Susan and Hannah looked at him with confused expressions. He gave the 'Puppy Dog Eyes'. "Always. When I was 1 my dad goes nuts. When I was 2, my grandpa gets bitten by a werewolf. When I'm 5 grandpa dies. Over the last 5 years my uncle has pushed me off things and out of windows. Always on Halloween. It's like, the great portent of DOOM."
"Nev, I'm not fond of Halloween either, but it's not a portent of doom," said Susan, ever the sensible one, "It's just a date."
"Actually, there are a lot of religions that say certain dates are harbingers of doom. So Neville's view that Halloween id a bad date for him isn't entirely illogical."
"…Have you been talking to Zabini again?"
Hannah shifted uncomfortably under Susan's stare. "…Maybe…"
Susan sighed deeply.
"He's nice!"
The faintly disapproving look remained until Hannah returned to her homework with a sulky expression.
Neville looked between the 2 girls, and wondered why Susan was smiling like that.
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"TROLL!" shrieked Quirrell, rushing into the Great Hall. "Troll in the dungeons! Thought you ought to know…" he slowed, swayed and collapsed in a heap.
Most of the hall panicked. But there were 7 first years, 3 second years and a 5th year who had better things to do.
"Ron's not here." stated Fred, with an edge of panic in his voice. "HERMIONE! Where's Ron?!"
"Went with Neville and Harry!" replied the girl, heading for the Hufflepuff table with surprising speed.
"Susan-!"
"Don't know. Tracy!"
"He went to find Indigo!"
"Library!" chorused Flare and Yuki, running for the door with Jackie hot on their heels.
Only for the doors to slam shut in their faces.
"ENOUGH!" shouted Dumbledore. "The teachers will deal with the troll. All students are to remain here until we deem it safe."
Most of the students calmed down. Jackie, in contrast, blew his top.
"There are 4 students out there now!"
"That is most unfortunate, but more children placing themselves in harm's way will not improve matters. Prefects, you must take charge of your houses. Someone wake up Professor Quirrell."
Percy Weasley doused the turbaned man with a jug of pumpkin juice on the way past, and Quirrell left with the rest of the teachers.
"Can we blow the doors?" asked George, a steely glint in his eyes.
"Don't hit the doors." said Percy, staring at them through his horn rimmed spectacles. "The wards can absorb more magic then we can put out. I think we can remove the hinges. 1st years, levitate the door, we need them sitting lose. Twins and friend, use that spell that makes things slippery on the hinges. I'll try and summon the bolts."
It worked perfectly. In 5 minutes the doors were resting neatly against the walls, many of the halls occupants were staring in stunned disbelief, and the group was out.
"Percy, why-?"
"Ron is the sanest of my siblings Fred." said Percy tightly, "And as he, unlike you, your twin and Ginny has never seen fit to make life difficult for me in all those nasty little ways you seem to favour. I prefer to keep him in one piece."
Fred went pale, and exchanged a glance with George.
They were going to have to have a long talk about this, and then apologize.
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"Holy shit," muttered Ron, "How'd a troll get in?"
"Let's worry about that later shall we?" suggested Harry. "How do we stop it?"
"Um… Troll skin is kinda magic resistant," stated Neville, backing up slowly. "I can drop the ceiling on it."
They scattered as the troll went for them.
Harry shaped a ball of water around its head. Ron removed an arm with a razor sharp blade of wind. Neville started shifting the flagstones around, causing it to stumble. It was all dandy, right up until the troll almost killed Harry with a wild swing of its club, and the water orb collapsed.
Okay. It could see clearly again, was furious, scared, bleeding everywhere and was about to crush Ron. Not good.
"Winguardiam Leviosa!"
The club jerked out of the trolls hand, hovered for a few seconds, and then dropped on its head, causing it to crumple.
They turned to see Hermione, her wand out, shaking slightly. Their friends and Ron's siblings were skidding to a halt behind her.
"Are you alright Hermione?" asked Harry, "You're a little green."
Hermione stared at him for a few moments, and then started laughing.
Then several teachers arrived, and things really started to get interesting.
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Indigo watched from the shadows as Quirrell entered the 3rd floor corridor, and as Professor Snape followed. He peered around the door, cast a stinging hex at one of the Cerberuses heads, and withdrew to the shadows once again, watching as Quirrell ran off.
"Good evening Papa."
Snape jerked at the sound of Indigo's voice, but finished locking the door before turning to face his stepson.
"You should be at the feast, and certainly shouldn't be here."
"The feast is a migraine in a box for me, empathy, remember? And I had a bad feeling." Indigo's eyes were very full of shadows and questions. Snape almost flinched.
"I can't tell you, Indigo, I promised."
"Then I will find out another way. Did it get you? I wasn't sure if the hex had the desired effect."
"I'm fine. No blood or anything."
Indigo smiled.
Next time: Letters and Dumbledore's views