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…

Pictures of Souls Part 2, and Hagrid's Big Mouth

Dean was sitting in the Gryffindor common room at 3 o'clock in the morning, drawing a nightmare.

He had drawn Ron before going to bed, and again, there had been many figures. There was Ron, a 5 year old boy trying to look tough, a boy with semi-long hair and a cigarette, a long haired man with an odd staff/blade weapon, and the final was a man holding a sword, without the long hair or scars of the other man, but otherwise his twin right down to the smirk. They were odd, but interesting, and Dean had accidentally fallen asleep while trying to work out who they were.

He had dreamt of their deaths.

A monster and a man with scales and red eyes. A beauty with cruel eyes, scalpels and chains. Respect, and the longest fall. A blade at the throat, and a rescue that came to late.

The picture was too perfect. He'd caught the blood oozing from under chains to well, the look of steely defiance over immense pain was to perfectly depicted, and the woman's laughing eyes to real.

Dean shuddered, tore the picture from the book and tossed it on the fire. But the images wouldn't stop.

"Blood looks good on you half-breed goes with your eyes."

"Naturally sweetheart." He coughs blood, but still smiles, "I look great in anything."

Long nails gouged down his face, tearing old scars open and them to causing to bleed heavily. "I will burn that defiance from you…"

Dean shuddered and threw the sketch book at a wall. It bounced off, and fell open at Indigo's picture.

Indigo, a toddler on one hip whose face was buried in his shoulder, a boy in short robes with a guarded, but not hostile expression. Behind them stood two men that seemed to be older version of the boy, but where one seemed human, wore pristine white robes and looked at the world through cool eyes the other had bloody claws, pointed ears, slighted pupils, wore leathers so torn they almost fell off, blood splattered jeans and an expression of great loss and fury. Regardless of these differences, they stood shoulder to shoulder and their faces were the same. The last man stood off to the left slightly, all long hair, pale silks and gold jewellery, his posture was that of the slightly lost and he had a softness that the others lacked.

More images came, the softer man, a new glint of steel in his gaze, crushed by great doors and dying with a gentle smile. The demonic male, smiling grimly up at a man whose hand was wrist deep in his chest, his own claws deep in the man stomach.

"Surrender. You cannot hope to best me."

"Nah…" his smile was scornful, even as blood trickled out the side of his mouth. "I'm going for mutual destruction here. Do you like fire?"

They burned, the man screaming as the flames took his flesh while the blond source of the inferno held silence, regardless that his creation was damaging him only slightly less then it damaged his opponent, ignoring the sheer agony of burning alive-

"No!" hissed Dean shutting his eyes, clutching his head and pushing himself as far from the book as he could without leaving his chair, "I don't wanna see it!"

"Dean? You okay?"

Ron, or was it? There was Gojyo and Keren as well. There was the figure he hadn't been able to draw, the one who showed as little more then a flicker of wings and scarlet. Who was this?

"You aren't Ron! Not as he was meant to be! Two souls cant- can't- Oh gods, what are you? You died, you all died! How can you be here? How can you smile after what she did-"

A cool palm was on his forehead, forcing his head back slightly, and words were hissed in his ear.
"Enough, Dean. Your powers broke lose, you can't repress them anymore. But you can't remember this either. Sleep!"

"What happened to Draco?" asked Dean, feeling the blackness beckon. "Did you kill him, when you stole his body?"

"No Dean, he's still here. Now sleep, forget the nightmares."

Dean obeyed, absently wondering what Indigo was doing here, and what he was talking about.
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"What just happened?"
"Repressed psychic powers broke lose," said Indigo absently. "Not fun. Get the sketch book."

Ron did as he was told, and went rather pale when he saw the portraits of him and Indigo.
"How is drawing this stuff? It's…"

"Psychic. I'm guessing the drawings were an outlet. Just enough that the power wouldn't blow lose, not enough that Dean would have to acknowledge them."

Indigo's hand was still on Dean's forehead, and there was a look of intense concentration on his face. Ron wandered over, glancing through the sketch book, and pausing at the pictures of Harry and Neville.

"I know these people, I remember them… What the hell is going on man?"

"I don't know. Urgh." Indigo moved away from the sleeper, and rubbed his temples. "I just absorbed memories of my own death, twice. And the first one was pathetic; I got crushed by huge mystic doors." He sighed. "My street cred is dust."

"Bummer." Ron smirked.

"You fell down a hole and died," said Indigo darkly, heading for the portrait hole.

"Oh, that's kinda crap. Indigo?"

"Cockroach?"

"How'd you know what was happening?"

"I didn't. But Dean was screaming and, it hurt."

"Because he saw us die?"

"I can think of worse reasons to scream."

Ron remembered the feeling of scalpels that carved skin from flesh, and nodded. "He won't remember, will he?"

"No. Keep the sketch book close; I think he'll need it."

"Okay. Night."

"Good night."

The portrait swung shut. Ron flopped into a chair, absently smoothing the pages of the sketch book with a shaking hand. "What's up Dean? Indigo never made any freaky magic pictures. Why do you?"
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Poke. Poke.

"Dean, mate-"

"-wake up."

"Ssmmuurrff…"

Fred and George blinked, exchanged confused looks and turned to Jackie with quizzical expressions. He smirked.

"Like gnomes for muggles, only smaller, and blue, and they don't bite or swear. Or exist. Well, I don't think they exist anyway…"

"Probably not," said Fred thoughtfully. "The gnomes would slaughter them, or they'd get eaten."

"Be very hard to hide if you're blue," agreed George, poking Dean again. "Poor smurfs."

"They don't exist," muttered Dean, awake now.

"I pity them for that as well. You need to get up; we have lessons in an hour."

"Yeah, okay… What's with the rope?"

"What rope?" asked Jackie, poking Dean in the ear. "And does it have anything to do with smurfs?"

"The white rope between Fred and George, and you as well but that ones thinner. Forget the smurfs. Did I fall asleep down here?"

"Seems that way, but there are no ropes of any colour in the room."

"I can see it Jackie."

"And that worries me. So you go get dressed and then we'll go find Indigo."

Something stirred in the back of Dean's mind. Something about death, souls and pain…
Then it slipped away, and Dean went to get dressed.

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They grabbed Indigo in the entrance hall. Oddly, this caused the blond to slam Fred and George's head together before jumping to full awareness.

"Jackie, you like these people. Why didn't you warn them?"

"They don't listen anyway," said the fey, shrugging. "Dean's seeing weird colours and I don't think he's gone crazy over night. Help?"

"I'm standing right here," muttered Dean, not taking his hand away from his eyes. "Please acknowledge this."

Indigo crossed to the artist, and pulled the arm away from his face, Occlumency barriers firmly raised and re-enforced.

Dean blinked, and then gasped.

"What do you see Dean?"

"Fire. Lightning. You have a storm in your eyes…" Dean tipped his head, raised a hand and gently traced Indigo's jaw bone with his finger tips. "You are very pretty, aren't you? I hadn't really thought about it before but…"

"I think you're the first person to say that. It's normally the first thing people notice. Can you see the colours?"

Dean blinked, glanced at Jackie and blinked again.

"You've hidden them somehow. How'd you do that?"

"Occlumency," said Indigo, smirking. "You're psychic, Dean. Best get used to the idea. Best shut if off before it gives you a headache."

The four Gryffindors stared at Indigo's retreating back blankly. Then Dean dashed after him.

The result of this was that a Gryffindor grabbed a Slytherin, in the great hall, in full view of their housemates. Tension had been building between the houses since the beginning of term, the sort of truce formed by the good relations between Indigo, Yuki, Flare the Weasley twins, Jackie and Hermione pausing the normal Gryff/Slyth fights. The seemingly hostile motion to one of their own was enough to put spark to the powder of Slytherin paranoia.

Dean was the target of many hexes, the Gryffindors returned fire, and the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were caught in the crossfire. Anarchy reigned.

Dean, who had been pulled out of the way by Indigo, was cowering under the Hufflepuff table with the before mentioned blond and the Hufflepuff 1st years, who had been pushed to safety by their elder housemates.

"What did I do?" asked Dean, bemused.

"Made a potentially violent motion around trigger happy Slytherins," replied Indigo absently, peering out at the scrum. "Damn, it's nasty out there…"

"I can see all the spells…"
"Shut it off." snapped Indigo, gripping Dean's wrist. "It is nothing but a distraction here. Shut it down."

"How?" snapped Dean, tugging free.

"It's your power, isn't it? Command it, and it must obey."

"But-"

"Now!"

Dean did as he was told, and then blinked. "They're gone."

"No duh. Neville! I'm pulling an evacuation! Find Tracy!"

"On it!"

"Good. Dean, I'm going to need 6 sheets of paper and some charcoal or a thick, soft leaded pencil."
"What are you going to do?" asked Susan, who had crawled over and was staring at Indigo.
"You wouldn't believe me; at least I don't think you would. I'll explain later, yeah? Just trust me. Oh, and teach as many people as you can shield spells and organize them into groups of three."

Susan hesitated for a moment, and then the training that her aunt had drilled into her kicked in, recognized Indigo as Captain and demanded that she get the hell on with it.
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Half an hour and lot of crawling later all the 1st years, most of the 2nd years and a significant number of 3rd years had escaped the war zone via a network of shield/tunnel things, conjured by complex rune matrixes that had been delivered to various people by animated shoes.

The escape had been arranged by Susan Bones, Indigo Malfoy, Jackie Darkfrost, Tracy Davis, Hazel Moon, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Marcus Flint, Yuki Greengrass and Neville Longbottom. They had either activated and maintained the tunnels or organised the escapees. Also involved were the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, the Runes Club, the Weasley twins and the Defenders of Anarchy, who had kept the brawlers away from the tunnels, and Blaise Zabini, who had realised that Indigo had been supporting two tunnels, and dragged him out when it became apparent that the drain on his magic had left him unable to crawl.

The end result of all this was that most of the younger students got out of the Great Hall unharmed and Indigo was slummed against a wall, being force fed sweets by a determined Neville while a number of his friends shouted at him.

"-that much drain on your magic-"

"-seriously dangerous-"

"-could have killed you!"

"-don't know what you were thinking!"

Eventually Neville ran out of sweets and Indigo ran out of patience. "ENOUGH ALREADY! I have just used 90% of my core power and created a rune work that effectively pisses on what Rune Masters have been saying for centuries! I am tired, dizzy and really bloody hungry! Please respect that and yell at me later!"

There was a moment of silence. No one had realized that Indigo had enough energy left to shout.

"Eh, works for me," said Jackie, shrugging and pulling Indigo to his feet. "We'll hit the kitchens for breakfast, the house elves will probably be glad of the distraction. Do you think there'll be any lessons today?"

Indigo, who was leaning heavily on Jackie to stay upright, snorted. "Somehow, I think they're going to be busy with other things."
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The lessons were indeed cancelled, so while those that had been supporting tunnels took naps, Susan, Hazel and Dean went to visit Hagrid.

"'Ello." said Hagrid, blinking at them. "Come in, do you know what sparked the kerfuffle up at the school? Teachers won't let me 'elp, an' they won't tell me anythin'."

"We were right in the middle of it." said Susan, laughing as though it was all a huge joke. "Total mess."

"Are you alright?" asked Hagrid, pouring them tea with a concerned expression. "All your friends okay?"

"Oh, yes, we got out fairly quickly. Indigo was a bit the worse for wear, but he'll be alright once he's had some coffee."

Hagrid seemed genuinely happy, despite his openly acknowledged fear of the blond, and Hazel couldn't help but think he would have really liked this huge, kind man, it only he wasn't so stupid.

It wasn't a comfortable thought.

"Hagrid, do you know about the Cerberus on the 3rd floor?" asked Dean, tone light and even.

"How'd you know 'bout Fluffy?"

Eyebrows were raised at the name. They were then lowered again at the realization that this was Hagrid, who would name a huge, three headed dog Fluffy, and it wasn't at all freak worthy.

"Right, Fluffy, I'm kind of worried about him. Is he getting enough exercise? Only my uncle had a dog, and it needs regular walks…"

Hagrid shook his head, beaming.

"It's different for a Cerberus. They don't need much exercise or food, an' they don't sleep."

"They don't sleep?" asked Hazel, very much the fascinated Ravenclaw. "Not at all?"

"Not if left be. 'Course, you play 'em a bit 'o music an' they drop right off… I shouldn't 'ave told you that…"

"Probably not," agreed Hazel. "You haven't told anyone else have you?"
"NO! Well, 'cept Dumbledore, an' McGonagall, an' the bloke I won Norbert off a'..." He shrunk under their stares. "I shouldn't 'ave done that…"

"No," said Susan. "I'd say that telling the mysterious man who paid gambling debts with an illegal dragon egg wasn't the best idea…"

They left the hut soon after.

"Should we call a meeting?" asked Dean, blinking rapidly

"Of whom?" asked Hazel mildly, "Everyone who helped with the tunnels is asleep, Percy is helping the teachers, Fred and George have been locked in a classroom for some reason and Hannah and Flare are off somewhere making goo-goo eyes at each other. There's only Yuki and Hermione left, and we haven't got a clue where they are."

"We'll tell Harry and Indigo when they wake up," said Susan firmly, "They're more or less in charge anyway. Dean, why do you keep blinking?"

"The colours are back," stated the psychic absently. "Hogwarts is glowing. It's, quite beautiful…"

"Are you going to draw it?" asked Hazel, interested.

"I don't think I could. And Indigo used most of my paper for his rune matrix thing. Killed my smudging pencil as well…"

"Oh well," said Susan, shrugging philosophically, "I expect he'll buy you a new one."

Next time: The Showdown