Summary: Azkabam escapees, politicians, dementors, divided loyalties, difficult questions and, soul mates? Things are getting complicated. Mentions of slash & 3soms. Violence and some language.
Authors Note: Sorry it took so long to get this one out, I had writters block and then a saiyuki AU plot bunny grabbed me by the throat and refused to let go, i only finished the chapter yesterday and typed like mad to get it ready to post. I wanted to put it out today, as its my sister birthday, and as i can't find her to give her a preasent, I wanted to give my lovely readers an update instead. Enjoy.
Chaos Babe: He wil, eventully.
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FallenHope-Angel: Goku is a sweetie, 'nuth said, and bogarts are fun. :) Harrys stalkers are going to regret it.
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Midnight Marauder: Thank you, and yes, that would be Grell. Have a cookie for being the only one to pick up on that.
BlueSkyes101: Soz, i think i spelt it right in this chapter.
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HolySinner5527: I spelt it wrong? -headdesks- I knew i should have cheacked it. Barny give me the wiggins.
mist shadow: Yup! Cannot help but dig his utter arogance.
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digisammiegirl: Yup, my boys are cool. There will be more of the escapees, and Sirius will turn up in a few chapters, with Remus cause i really like that man. This is third year, but Kougaiji gave the years system a kicking when he was teaching DADA and Harry took his potions OWL just before Sirius's trial, it's all in the last story.
lordamnesia: That was kinda fun :). Will do sah!
Thank you to all my lovely reviewers for not telling me off for whining, you make me ever so happy.
Fanghouls, Engagements and Time turners
Ginny Weasly had not become a squib. In fact, her time spent body sharing with the teenaged Dark Lord had caused hr magical core to expand significantly.
It didn't matter. Harry didn't know about her new power and the healers had forbidden her from using too much magic, some nonsense about the fragility of her channels and the possibility of instabilities in her magical core. Complete rubbish of course, but they had put a bunch of seal thingys on her wrists and now she couldn't cast big spells, and trying to hurt.
Bastards. Stupid, blind little bastards. Mum shouldn't have let them do it, wouldn't have normally. They'd lied to her, manipulated her into allowing the procedure.
If only Harry would help her, together they could break the seal, together they could do anything. But that Malfoy bitch hadn't lost his charm yet, and what time her beloved spent in Gryffindor tower was wasted on the artist boy or the mudblood bookworm. The little bastards only wanted her Harry for his fame and wealth.
Someday the scales would fall from her Harry's eyes, he'd see those so called friends for what they truly were, would see the treacherous natures of her brothers. And then he would come to her, his soul mate.
All she needed to do was, speed things a long a little.
The Slytherins would have to go, just to start off with. They were entirely to convincing, to manipulative, to good at getting their own way, and the girl, the one built like a brick wall, was getting far, far too close to Ronald. Her brothers were hers, and no-one was aloud to distract them from their duty to her.
Her brothers were shallow, a few ugly scars would kept Ron away from the Bulstrode chit.
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"Alright, break it up, there are children in the room!"
Oliver, Penelope and Percy did not move from their little cuddle fest on the sofa.
"And Colin still has his camera." added Ron loudly.
That worked.
Indigo, who had been observing the snogging seventh years with the detached air of someone watching a nature documentary, nodded to the newcomers and returned to his charms homework.
"Why didn't you stop them?" asked Susan, curious.
"It's hard to get angry when people are giving off happy vibes that strongly."
"Gotta remember that." muttered Neville.
"So, why are you three so happy?" asked Hannah, settling near the flustered seventh years and giving them a fond smile. "I must be something quite special to make you so, ah, demonstrative."
"Yeah, that's our thing." quipped Jackie.
"And we don't mind being photographed." added George.
"In fact, we're willing to pose." agreed Fred, his smile truly manic.
Colin looked entirely too interested for comfort. Perhaps more alarmingly, Dean looked faintly intrigued as well.
"Yes, you three are utterly shameless." declared Percy in the primmest voice imaginable. "It's really utterly indecent."
His hair was sticking up in every direction, his glasses were at a strange angle, his tie had almost been pulled off and his shirt had ridden up just enough for tribal looking tattoo of a bird of prey to be visible on his right hipbone. His expression was one of haughty distain.
Cue mass sniggering.
Penelope laughed softly, practically glowing with happiness, and Oliver flicked Percy's ear.
"Snooty buggar."
Percy stuck out his tongue. Yuki coughed sharply, reminding them of the other people in the room before then could start kissing again.
"Tell us the news now, make out later and in privet."
The trio shared a look full of hidden meanings and joy.
"We're engaged."
"SQUEEEE!" –From Hannah, Flare and Hazel-
"Yay! Wait, how does that work?" –Hermione-
"Gracious." –Harry-
"Mum is going to flip out."-Ron-
"You sound pretty happy about that Ron." –Millicent-
"Well that's just lovely. When's the wedding to be?" –Tracy-
"Congratulations." –Indigo-
The newly engaged trio blushed, beamed, and did their best to answer the many questions tossed at them. Starting with the firm and incontestable statement that the Nutters could not be bridesmaids, and then trying to explain the complexities of the wizzarding system of multi-way marriages to the muggelborns in the room, before showing off their simple, matching engagement rings to Hannah.
Yuki leaned over towards Dean.
"White ropes?"
"…Yeah. They have them."
She leaned back, her smile more than a little bit smug.
"Flare owes me cookies."
The psychic laughed.
"What are we going to give them as wedding presents?" asked Harry of the world in general. "What can we possibly give them that their families won't give them first?"
He wore a delighted smile the entire time.
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The school had noticed the unusual levels of happy vibes the Hit Squad was giving off. They were all smiling a lot and laughing more than normal.
It was making a lot of people paranoid. It was making a lot of other people get a lot of rather silly ideas.
Harry was accosted by no less than 9 members of his newly formed fanclub, which he was obliged to see off with a variety of poisons. The Nutters were given four detentions, each by paranoid teachers who believed, not entirely unfairly, that they were up to something. Ginny Weasly was seen following Harry around, which wasn't that odd, but had also taken to stalking Millicent whenever she couldn't find the object of her obsession. Pansy Parkinson tried to glomp Indigo, fell down the stairs when he dodged and completely failed to break her neck or any other important bones.
"Woe to the republic."
More cheerfully Hazel made a new friend in the form of a fourth year Huffelpuff from America named Julian Silk, or Karonhisake if you cared to acknowledge the name bestowed upon him by Native American tribal naming ceremony. He did not quite join the Hit Squad, but quickly became a favourite of the Munchkin Army and was rarely seen without Hazel whenever they didn't have lessons.
Dean had taken one look at them together and wandered off, muttering darkly about luminous spray string and the difficulties of trying to paint someone in traditional tribal costume, particularly when you didn't know what the traditional costume was.
Julian was written into the wards on the HQ two days later, and the Hit Squad saw more of Hazel afterwards.
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"Hermione, a word?"
She jerked violently up from the book she was bent over, and blinked at Harry in a dazed manner.
"What? Harry, I'm busy, can it wait?"
"No, I'm afraid it can't." he settled opposite her and gave her a stern look. "Who gave you the time travel item Hermione?"
"Wha- I don't know what you're talk-"
"Please don't lie to me Hermione."
She flinched. Sharpness from Harry was all the worse for its unexpectedness. His wielded disappointment like a knife.
"You have been attending two lessons at once, several times a week, since the beginning of term. I would assume that you have also been using the item in order to complete homework on time." Hermione shifted uncomfortably under Harry's stare. He held out a hand, palm upwards. "Hand it over."
"I-I can't Harry, I promised. Professor McGonagall said-"
"Hermione."
She bit her lip, drew a long necklace with a tiny hour glass on the end out from under her shirt, and held it out for Harry to see.
"A time turner!" Tracy darted out from behind a bookshelf and stared between her best friend and the necklace. "Those things are more heavily restricted then unicorn blood, and with good reason! Do you have any idea what extended use does to you?"
Judging by the look on Hermione's face, she didn't.
Harry frowned at the bookshelves.
"Indigo, what are you doing?"
The blond wandered out after Tracy, and shrugged.
"I felt that Tracy would get better results then we could, together or seperatly."
"So you're manipulating your friends."
"Yes, but in a very open and honest manner." replied Indigo with his most winning smile, the effect somewhat ruined by the fascinated way he was watching Tracy berate Hermione, who handed over the time turner with a stunned expression. "But you disapprove anyway, and that , Ari, is why your house colours don't go with your eyes."
"You have the most peculiar priorities. Why are time turners so dangerous anyway? You never really explained properly."
"The mind is not meant to be in two places at once, and that's what time turners do really, put you in two places simultaneously." It was Tracy who answered, speaking mostly to Hermione. "Magic forms a link between the two yous, because you only have one magical core and both versions have to be able to access it. Your magical core is strongly linked with your mind you know, and use one of those things for too long and your core gets all pulled out of shape, stretched, like taffy or something. Use one of those for too long and it becomes permanent, so your mind and magic is all twisted! It leaves you totally vulnerable to mental attack! Those things are completely illegal Hermione, they can drive you mad! McGonagall will get fired for even having one, giving it to you could mean Azkaban! You have to stop using it now!"
Hermione looked horrified, possibly because he time turner could do terribly things to her mind, and possibly because of the implications of McGonagall acting illegally. Try as they might, no-one had been able to break her habit of idolising the good teachers.
"That's awful, but, my lessons…"
"Divination is a load of rubbish, and you know considerably more about muggels then the Muggel Studies teacher does." stated Harry firmly. "Drop them and have McGonagall rearrange your timetable to fit into the blank sessions."
"We can't make her re-arrange a time table!"
"Why not?" snapped Tracy, one fist clenched around the time turner as though she were trying to crush it.
"It happened last year." said Indigo mildly. "There is no real reason why it shouldn't this year as well."
"But-"
"Hermione." purred Tracy, her voice hitting the 'dark, dangerous and slightly psychotic' note that was normally associated with the Defenders of Anarchy. "She has endangered you. She has broken the law. I will not permit your mind to be damaged. She will comply or she will suffer. And that is all there is to it."
The trio stated at the normally calm Ravenclaw in half fearful astonishment. This was not normal Tracy behaviour, and all the more shocking for it.
She held out the time turner to Indigo, who took it with a blank expression.
"Ward it up somewhere; I want it safe in case we need blackmail."
"Yes ma'm."
"Excellent. Come Hermione, there is much to be arranged."
Tracy, imperious in her fury, swept out, Hermione drawn in her wake.
"Goodness." murmured Harry weakly. "How unexpected."
"She has hidden depths." agreed Indigo dazedly.
"Are you in shock?"
"A little, yes. But I have a time turner to play with so it's all good."
"It will bend your mind into odd shapes."
"I'm an empath; my mind is adapted to be bent into odd shapes."
"No time travel Indigo, and not blowing up the dangerous magical object with silly experiments."
"You don't let me have any mad scientist moments."
Harry gave him a Look.
Indigo hmph'ed, tucked the time turner in a pocket, and sauntered off to sulk.
Next time:Hogsmead and Dementor Attacks