Chapter 10: The Forbidden Acts
Writing this caused a bit of pain, so I will be taking a couple of days off. So unless my muse says 'write this now' then it'll be a moment.
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Dinner continued with little fuss. Dessert was had and Dumbledore made a small speech.
"…Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students…"
"I'm going there," Deadpool said, nodding his head decisively. He noted that the headmaster was looking at twin redhead boys at the Gryffindor table. He vowed to get to know them too.
"…for those that don't want to die a gruesome death," the headmaster said, finishing his speech.
"I'm going there too," Deadpool said, looking to Luna who gave him an encouraging smile, but shook her head in the negative. She would not join him for that. Harry, on the other hand, looked excited.
"Don't you dare go without me," he said to his friend. Not that he thought Deadpool would, the whole reason the man was here was to teach him.
"You can come in the forest with me," Wade said, not really wanting Harry to have a gruesome death. "I'll check out the corridor on the third floor. If I find something interesting, I'll come and get you," he promised. "Besides the readers would have fits if you died this early."
"Oh, so dying later is fine?" Harry asked, not touching the reader comment.
"No, of course not. However, if you die, then the story would be over before it started. Don't worry, I'll take you to the forest," he said, already planning the night's activities.
"Promise?" Harry asked, wanting to test his newfound strength. He had fought with the goblins, but for all they were warriors, they were not physically strong. Stronger than they looked, but still not as strong as he was.
"Have I ever lied to you?" the costumed man asked, looking in Harry's eyes, then remembering he had on a mask, he said, "Yes, I promise."
There was a horrible singing of the school song, to which Wade took great pleasure in to making it an opera. He had a good singing voice, with Luna accompanying. They lasted longer than the redheaded twins, who turned it into a funeral march.
They were sent to bed and were made to follow the prefects of the House. A long trip down corridors filled with talking portraits, was made longer because Deadpool and Luna stopped to talk to many. The prefect was so angry that he almost approached Deadpool, who casually pulled one of his swords and pointed it at him.
"Don't even, bub," Wade said in his best Wolverine impression.
"Wade, I'd like to get to bed tonight," Harry said, pulling on the arm that was pointing the sword. "You can come and talk to them later." He yanked the chibi man off his feet and Luna simply followed along.
"Cockblocker," Wade said, using his favorite name for Harry. Well, the boy was a spoilsport.
"Come along, then," the prefect, who still had not introduced himself, said waving them further down the hall. They went down two flights of stairs, past the basement and into the dungeon. They came upon a blank wall that had portraits of snakes on either side. "This is the entrance to the dorm, remember it," the fifth-year boy said, then he turned and said, "Fairy dust." the blank wall became a door.
"Fairy dust?" Harry asked, not expecting such a foo-foo term from Slytherin.
"Potion ingredient," the prefect mumbled, holding the door open.
The first years, and Wade, trooped in and came to a stop in the middle of the common room.
"Someone likes snakes," Deadpool said, taking in the interior of the room. There were lots of snake statues everywhere. Even over the fireplace was a portrait of one.
"Maybe a bit too much," Harry concurred. He could hear them hissing in the back of his mind. It was disconcerting. They weren't even saying anything. It was like they were snoring.
"Salazar Slytherin was a parselmouth," explained Luna as she moved to their side.
"What's a parselmouth?" both Wade and Harry asked, then looked at each other and chuckled.
"Someone who can speak to snakes," she said, then peered at Harry. "Much like yourself," she said with an airy tone.
"I thought all wizards could," Harry said, looking around at all the shocked faces.
"No, it's very rare, and thought to only run in Slytherin's blood. Which is ridiculous, there are parselmouths all over the world. I doubt Salazar spread his seed that far," Luna said, with an air of authority.
"Makes sense," Harry said, taking one of the free spaces on the couch, with Wade and Luna plopping down next to him. All the other first years moved away from them, like they were contagious. They didn't care, they had each other. Making friends would have to wait.
"Why are you dressed like that?" a large bruiser of a student asked, coming, and standing in front of the group.
"To hide my ugly mug," Deadpool said in his version of the truth. "Though looking at yours, I might get by without it. Really, don't you brush?" he asked the boy, whose rotten teeth were showing. It looked like he tried to eat a rock and failed.
"Watch it, short stuff, or I'll take those swords of yours and…" was as far as he got when he was stabbed in the shoulders with said swords. He screamed and backed off, going to the other end of the room.
"You shouldn't run around like that. You tripped on my katanas, now I have to clean them," the masked man said, wiping the blood off on a rag that he got out from… somewhere.
Suddenly the trio were surrounded by angry boys, mostly fifth year and up. They all had their wands up and were sneering. The girls were on the outside of the ring, but they were mostly cheering the group on. Pureblood ladies didn't fight unless they had to.
Deadpool did a pirouette that would make a ballerina envious and cut all the wands in half. He then put his katanas away. "Now that you're unarmed, let's dance."
Harry stood and readied himself. He wasn't going to let Deadpool have all the fun. Luna extracted herself and cheered them on from the sidelines.
It took all of five minutes of punching, and some awesome acrobatics on Deadpool's part, to down the crowd of older students. Wade could tell these guys never fought with their fists in their lives. They were all downed so easily. Had they ever felt pain before? He didn't think so. He held back on the killing intent, and just wiped the floor with the losers.
"You are pathetic," he said, kicking one of the downed boys in the nuts again.
"To be fair, you are just a better fighter," Harry tried to reason.
"I knew you loved me," Wade said, throwing his arm around Harry.
"Get off, you moron," Harry said, shaking the arm off his shoulders.
"Asshole," the chibi man bantered.
"Git," was Harry's reply.
"You can go whining to the teachers that a couple of kids just handed you your ass, or we can call it square," Wade said to the defeated boys, standing at the ready in case they got back up.
Harry was by his side doing the same. Deadpool was proud of the boy. He had held his own and hadn't dithered a bit.
The younger years were in a state of shock. They had never witnessed such a fight in their short lives. Muggle fighting at that. The two younger boys just decimated the upper years. Draco was especially shocked, and dismayed. He was hoping the older years would help establish his place here in Slytherin. That wasn't going to happen now.
The older boys were groaning on the ground, not sure what had just happened. Most of them were nursing groin injuries and hoping they could carry on the family name. The teen that Wade had stabbed was getting his injuries tended to by one of the upper year girls. None of them looked like they were ready for round two.
That was what Snape walked in on.
"What happened here?" he demanded, looking at all his upper year boys groaning on the floor. Then he looked at the trio of first years. He hated that Potter was in his House, and with a bodyguard at that. He didn't know how he was going to handle this but judging from the looks of things he was going to have to be sly.
"A difference of opinion," Harry said, nudging Wade to keep silent.
Not that it worked.
"They were of the opinion that we were weak. We dissuaded them of that notion," the masked chibi said, sitting back down as if to show he was not scared of the greasy-haired man, which he wasn't.
"Is that true, Marcus?" the dour man asked the oldest of the group on the floor.
"Yes, sir," the boy croaked out, still holding his nuts.
"Get up off the floor, all of you," Snape demanded, lifting the nearest to him up. He was so embarrassed, first by being bested at dinner, now his own students being defeated by the same boy. "What would your parents think?" he asked them, making quite a few of them groan louder.
Then after everyone was up, he gave a long boring speech on how Slytherin was looked down on, and how they had to stick together. Harry felt the man was just making things worse, so he ignored him. As did his companions. Snape sneered at them, but he dropped it for now. He would find a way to get back at the trio, someway.
"Professor, we're going to need new wands," one of the defeated boys said, looking at his broken wand. He marveled at the clean cut but despaired that he needed a new one.
"All of you?" the flabbergasted man asked, and then he rounded on Deadpool. "You! You are the one who did this," he accused. It was one thing to beat someone up, quite another to break a wand. "I'll see you expelled from this castle."
"Prove it," the costumed man said, picking an invisible piece of lint off his suit.
"Who broke your wand, Warren?" Snape asked, glaring at the boy to tell the truth.
"I tripped," Warren said with a straight face.
"Are all of you going to say that?" the professor asked, sighing when they all nodded. This was the first time he had seen his students so cowed. "Very well, we will go in the morning," he said, and left.
"Are we done?" Wade asked, getting up and heading towards the boys' dorm.
"We're done," a few of the beaten teen said, the rest just backed away.
With that the trio went to bed. Luna, of course, went to the girls' dorm. Not that the boys would sleep, but they did want to get a nap in before they went exploring.
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They left silently in the night. The rest of the House were still sleeping. Luna declined to go with them, but she curled up in front of the fireplace to make excuses if need be. The two crept around the dungeon and soon were in the basement. They heard the kitchen, but they hadn't figured out how to get in it. So they made their way to the third floor on the left hand side.
"You stay here," Deadpool said, putting Harry near a suit of armor. "If it's something I can handle, I'll come get you," he said, turning and making his way to the door that they heard something behind.
"Just see what it is, and then we'll hit the Forbidden Forest. I'm sure there are creatures in there we can fight," Harry suggested. He was more interested in that than what was behind the door. Would a headmaster really put something in a school that would kill the students? He really hoped not. If so, they'd have to find a way to prevent that.
Deadpool moved to open the door. He stayed as far back as he could, yet still open it. The noise they heard was louder now, and it was… barking? There was a dog in there? Sure, dogs could kill, but they usually only did so in defense. What was the dog defending? He wondered.
"It's a puppy," Wade exclaimed, and jumped through the door.
"Wade," Harry said, exasperated. He moved to see what had caught the man's attention.
It was a dog. A three-headed dog. A giant three-headed dog. One that was laying on its back getting belly rubs from Deadpool. Though when Harry tried to approach it, it growled at him.
"Bad dog," Deadpool said, swatting the middle nose.
The dog whined, but still growled at Harry, keeping the overly muscled boy outside the door.
"Come on, Wade, you can play with him later," Harry said, not wanting to test the dog's nature.
"Fine," Deadpool said, giving the dog one more pat, he left the room. They closed the door and heard the lock engage. Harry felt there needed to be more than that, but he knew little about magical locks.
"Wait, how did you unlock the door?" Harry asked, trying to open the door just to prove he couldn't.
"Don't know, maybe the author forgot it was locked," Deadpool said, trying the door again, but this time it didn't open. "Bitch," he said to his left. The author shrugged.
"Forbidden Forest?" Harry said, walking away.
"Yup. I want to see why it's forbidden. And the author is being a bitch about it. I just know I'm going to lose a leg," the costumed man said, morphing back to his adult size.
"What happened?" Harry asked the taller man.
"I don't want to go in at a disadvantage," Wade said, walking alongside Harry as they made their way out of the castle. They could see the forest and started heading there. To get there they had to pass a hut. What a hut was doing in the middle of the grounds, was anyone's guess.
"Probably Hagrid's," Harry said, remembering that Hagrid was the groundkeeper. "Still, I wonder why he's not in the castle with the rest of the staff."
"Probably doesn't like it there," suggested Deadpool as they snuck past. They could hear the giant's loud snoring. There were a few moving shadows as they approached the forest.
"Well, this looks spooky," Harry said, getting ready to defend himself if necessary.
"Nah, I've seen scarier in New York. Let's go," Wade said, leading the way to where he felt chaos forming.