A/N: FanFiction.net is gettin' a bit uppity lately, don't ya think? NEWays, I'm here to write the next chapter of the round robin, 'Chaos at Hogwarts.' Maybe we should change the name, because people think it's just some stupid shit. looks around at all the skeptical eyes This is not cliched, okay? still sees the skeptical eyes It's not, though! I'm related to Voldemort! still sees the skeptical eyes Oh, Bloody Hell, I give up. throws hands in the air in disgust START CHAPTER!!!
Damy
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Chapter 6, Chaos at Hogwarts:
Weasels, Demons, Dragons, Lions, Selkies, Gemini's, and Mirrors.
AKA, In which Harry and Draco talk for once, and Ron and Damy have a fight.
As Madame Pomfrey shooed all of us out except the twins and Missy, she and they mouthed, 'Meeting.' I nodded, before Pomfrey knocked me in the back, sending me out of the infirmary.
"I'll go tell Dumbledore about the dream!" Hermione said shrilly, as she ran.
" 'Mione... Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore will know where it is."
She stopped, and waved in response.
Harry and Draco stared hatefully at one another in the hallway. I was walking towards the room, with Ron and I noticed them, in another battle of words.
"Yeah? Well, your mother's a bloody carcass, you concussion causing calamity!"
I stopped in my tracks. Ron bumped into me from behind, and fell and hit his head on the floor.
"Are you okay?"
"I... think..."
"Just let me shut these two up, and I'll be back to helping you."
"Fine..." he said, obviously dazed.
I walked over to them and stepped between them.
"Well, you caused it, you stupid prat!"
"Shut up, you stinking git!"
"QUIET!"
They both stopped and looked at me.
"As I was saying, you two have every right to congratulate one another. If it hadn't been for your fight, we probably wouldn't have known about Voldemort's attack."
Draco and Harry looked at each other skeptically.
"At least try to shake hands."
They reluctantly looked at each other's hands, and then, they shook. I could have swore I heard ice melting somewhere.
"Now," I said, looking determined. I hadn't wanted to do this without Missy, and I felt bad. "You two have some sort of animosity going on between you two. What the bloody hell has it come from?"
They both started at once.
"Draco first."
"Thank you. Madam Malkin's, Harry. Remember? I offered you friendship, and you flat turned it down."
"That was after I saw how you treated poor people."
I made a grunting sound.
"Why the hell do you have toi treat people the way you do, Draco?"
"It's... expected. I suppose..." he said, grumbling a little bit.
"And Harry, why do you hate Draco back?"
"Well, I guess it's because... Well, he's mean to me, and I.... It's expected."
"Hmm. That's what I thought. You know, last year when my great-grandfather made my party, he taught me quite a few good lessons. One of them is not to hold up to expectations. Never do that, he said. I'm a demon, and people suppose I'm evil, when, you know from experience, that I'm a pretty nice guy. That's what he said. And then, he winked at me."
Draco was still staring at me without any surprise on his face. Harry's jaw had dropped in awe.
"You're not a cod. Close your mouth."
He did, but with visible reluctance.
"His... name..."
"Beelzebub." I said, with a straight face.
Harry goggled at me.
"It's called a joke. It's actually, Damien Scorpius Riddle."
Harry made a choking noise.
"Now, either you two work this out on your own, or I will personally hex both of you into a hand holding charm!!!" I snarled.
"Okay, okay."
"Now, you two stay there and hold a decent converstaion while I get Ron."
I ran back and picked up Ron, and we all limped back to the parting hallway before the common rooms.
"I know a place where we can dance the whole night away..."
And then, Ron slapped me. Hard.
"Ouch. I s'pose I deserved that. I know a place where we can discuss this whole thing. Hermione should be warning Dumbledore about now, and I should think the twins are getting Missy. She wouldn't want to miss this."
I went swiftly into the bathroom, and stared at every single stall. There seemed to be a ghost in one of them.
"Who are you?"
"Damy."
"Oh." She seemed dissapointed. And, without further ado, she floated back to her toilet.
We patiently waited for everyone. Harry and Draco filed in, followed by the twins and Missy. Hermione and Dumbledore came last.
"Are we missing anyone?"
Everyone looked around. Nope, everyone accounted for.
"Good. Does anyone want to open this?"
Harry and I were the only ones who could do it besides Missy, and I didn't think Missy was in the mood. Anyways, I had heard you have to have the blood of Slytherin in you. I was distantly related to Riddle, and Riddle was a direct descendant of Slytherin. Harry shook his head vigorously. I guess it was me.
I walked up to it, nervous. I had been down there to furnish it many times, but I didn't want to look like a fool. Sometmes it had refused to open.
I tapped it hesitantly.
"Umm, can you please open?"
It stayed still. I looked at everyone. The twins and Missy were shaking with silent laughter. I was getting paranoid.
"Open, please." A little sterner.
"Open, now." I was getting angry.
"Please? Pretty please?" I was pissed. Everyone was giggling now.
"GODDAMMIT! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY OPEN THE FUCK UP!" I didn't notice it, but my hair burst into flame right then. I saw Harry out of the corner of my eye flinch.
The snake widened, and so did the pipe. I bowed at everyone who was staring at me like I was a crazy ass. Then, that ghost whispered in my ear.
"Your hair's on fire."
I looked up, and ran my hands through it. Indeed. Firey.
"Why didn't anyone say anything?"
Dumbledore looked like he was about to laugh.
I grumbled and went to another sink, and wet my hair. I had enough of this. I started spiking it, when I heard them sliding down it.
After they all went, I slid down into the newly made room.
"How do you all like it?"
Everyone nodded in approval. It was warm and cozy, and had torches everywhere, illuminating the chamber. There was a large mirror I had found in the bathroom, and I decided to put it down here. There were tons of cushions, and there was a large table in the middle. Everyone grabbed a seat. I sat down next to Ron, and Harry, surprisingly, sat down next to Draco. But that was probably because of Hermione on the other side. Missy was sandwiched between the twins, and Dumbledore sat next to me.
"I call to order the first meeting of the second generation of Marauders!" Dumbledore said, eerily merry for some reason.
Everyone here-hered, and he went on.
"Each of you are somehow related to destroying Voldemort. For different reasons, of course. Damy's is because he is a disgrace to the Riddle name. Missy's is because he killed her parents. Draco's is because his father has been damaged by Voldemort. Ron's is because Voldemort's supporter, Wormtail, one of the original Marauders, posed as his rat for his entire life. Fred and George's is because Missy needs their help. Harry's is, of course, to avenge his parents. And Hermione's is because Voldemort is after Muggles."
Everyone seemed to agree with him.
"And, or so I've been told, Missy's mother had appeared to her in a dream. This dream corresponds with what I myself have seen. I believe you all."
Hermione snorted. Ron suddenly jumped in.
"You have always been trusting. But... I can trust Malfoy... And I can trust Missy. But... I can't trust Damien."
The shock on my face was showing to everyone. I looked over at him, and saw that he was livid with strange feelings.
"We don't know anything about him. We do know he's got Demon blood in him. And, that he's obviously Slytherin material. No offense Malfoy. And, he's related to "You-Know-Who himself. So, maybe I can trust you if you tell us why you transfer from America all of a sudden, conveniently while your good old cousin is about to wreak havoc. Why you get so upset about people calling you gay. Things like that."
I was shocked. My temper, and my hair, I guess, had turned someone I cared deeply about into an enemy of sorts. Shit. They wanted my life story.
"Fine. Missy, if I break down, help me out."
And then, I cleared my throat.
"America is where I was born. In Tulsa, Oklahoma, to be precise. I was adopted, because my parents couldn't afford me right then. Their Ministry of Magic had shut down because of the war over here, and wizards were out of jobs. I went to a nice home for a while, until my parents came and picked me up again. We moved to Indiana, and that's where I met Missy, who, I had found out, had been adopted, too. We became fast friends, and we had a bond going on. My parents had noticed that both Missy and I would do, things, around the house, and then, they realized that we were wizards, too. We went to Magic school. Then, in my High Magic School, I met this guy... His name was Kevin Jackson. We became such good friends, and then, one day..." I lowered my head, slowly. I wanted to hide that I had been crying.
"Kevin asked Damy out. They started going out." Missy said, patting my back.
"He was so nice, and everything. Then, one day... He took me out to see a movie. It was... Oh, yeah... American Beauty. Then, he took me back to his apartment, and he... he..." I trailed off in tears.
"He tried to get Damy to have sex with him. Damy refused. Then, Kevin raped him, and spread it through the whole school he was gay. That's why we left. I needed Damy, and he needed me, and noone at school liked him anymore. Noone. The bruises and everything testified to that. He has a scar on his back to prove how far Homophobia in the U.S. had gone."
Ron's mouth was open. Hermione was wiping tears from her eyes. Harry was still staring at me.
"And, that's my story. If you'll excuse me, I have to go... I'll just be taking a nap. Keep discussing, please. I'll use some cushions."
I scooted back in the chair, and got up. I walked by the mirror, and I saw something strange in it. I stopped midtrack, and looked at it. I saw Ron behind me. I turned around, and saw that Ron was still at the table. I shook it out of my head, and went to lay down.
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Everyone hit Ron at once, with the exception of Dumbledore. He just looked down his nose at Ron.
"It seems you know a good deal greater about Damy now, eh?"
Ron blushed. Bad. From embarassment, from anger, from fear. He looked past the mirror, and saw Damy sleeping. He looked so sad, and so innocent. Missy took this moment to talk to Dumbledore. He snorted surprisedly, and leaned over to talk to Ron.
"Young man, go look in that mirror."
"Yes, sir."
And he trudged off towards the mirror. He looked in it, and he saw Damy resting his chin on his shoulder, leaning on him. Damy looked so content and peaceful, and Ron looked so happy. Then, they kissed, shocking Ron. Ron looked over to where Damy slept, and saw that he hadn't moved. He walked back to Dumbledore.
"What did you see?"
"I saw Damy leaning on my shoulder, and he looked so happy and content. Why?"
"That's the mirror of Erised, dear Ron. It shows your heart's desire."
Damy
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Chapter 6, Chaos at Hogwarts:
Weasels, Demons, Dragons, Lions, Selkies, Gemini's, and Mirrors.
AKA, In which Harry and Draco talk for once, and Ron and Damy have a fight.
As Madame Pomfrey shooed all of us out except the twins and Missy, she and they mouthed, 'Meeting.' I nodded, before Pomfrey knocked me in the back, sending me out of the infirmary.
"I'll go tell Dumbledore about the dream!" Hermione said shrilly, as she ran.
" 'Mione... Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore will know where it is."
She stopped, and waved in response.
Harry and Draco stared hatefully at one another in the hallway. I was walking towards the room, with Ron and I noticed them, in another battle of words.
"Yeah? Well, your mother's a bloody carcass, you concussion causing calamity!"
I stopped in my tracks. Ron bumped into me from behind, and fell and hit his head on the floor.
"Are you okay?"
"I... think..."
"Just let me shut these two up, and I'll be back to helping you."
"Fine..." he said, obviously dazed.
I walked over to them and stepped between them.
"Well, you caused it, you stupid prat!"
"Shut up, you stinking git!"
"QUIET!"
They both stopped and looked at me.
"As I was saying, you two have every right to congratulate one another. If it hadn't been for your fight, we probably wouldn't have known about Voldemort's attack."
Draco and Harry looked at each other skeptically.
"At least try to shake hands."
They reluctantly looked at each other's hands, and then, they shook. I could have swore I heard ice melting somewhere.
"Now," I said, looking determined. I hadn't wanted to do this without Missy, and I felt bad. "You two have some sort of animosity going on between you two. What the bloody hell has it come from?"
They both started at once.
"Draco first."
"Thank you. Madam Malkin's, Harry. Remember? I offered you friendship, and you flat turned it down."
"That was after I saw how you treated poor people."
I made a grunting sound.
"Why the hell do you have toi treat people the way you do, Draco?"
"It's... expected. I suppose..." he said, grumbling a little bit.
"And Harry, why do you hate Draco back?"
"Well, I guess it's because... Well, he's mean to me, and I.... It's expected."
"Hmm. That's what I thought. You know, last year when my great-grandfather made my party, he taught me quite a few good lessons. One of them is not to hold up to expectations. Never do that, he said. I'm a demon, and people suppose I'm evil, when, you know from experience, that I'm a pretty nice guy. That's what he said. And then, he winked at me."
Draco was still staring at me without any surprise on his face. Harry's jaw had dropped in awe.
"You're not a cod. Close your mouth."
He did, but with visible reluctance.
"His... name..."
"Beelzebub." I said, with a straight face.
Harry goggled at me.
"It's called a joke. It's actually, Damien Scorpius Riddle."
Harry made a choking noise.
"Now, either you two work this out on your own, or I will personally hex both of you into a hand holding charm!!!" I snarled.
"Okay, okay."
"Now, you two stay there and hold a decent converstaion while I get Ron."
I ran back and picked up Ron, and we all limped back to the parting hallway before the common rooms.
"I know a place where we can dance the whole night away..."
And then, Ron slapped me. Hard.
"Ouch. I s'pose I deserved that. I know a place where we can discuss this whole thing. Hermione should be warning Dumbledore about now, and I should think the twins are getting Missy. She wouldn't want to miss this."
I went swiftly into the bathroom, and stared at every single stall. There seemed to be a ghost in one of them.
"Who are you?"
"Damy."
"Oh." She seemed dissapointed. And, without further ado, she floated back to her toilet.
We patiently waited for everyone. Harry and Draco filed in, followed by the twins and Missy. Hermione and Dumbledore came last.
"Are we missing anyone?"
Everyone looked around. Nope, everyone accounted for.
"Good. Does anyone want to open this?"
Harry and I were the only ones who could do it besides Missy, and I didn't think Missy was in the mood. Anyways, I had heard you have to have the blood of Slytherin in you. I was distantly related to Riddle, and Riddle was a direct descendant of Slytherin. Harry shook his head vigorously. I guess it was me.
I walked up to it, nervous. I had been down there to furnish it many times, but I didn't want to look like a fool. Sometmes it had refused to open.
I tapped it hesitantly.
"Umm, can you please open?"
It stayed still. I looked at everyone. The twins and Missy were shaking with silent laughter. I was getting paranoid.
"Open, please." A little sterner.
"Open, now." I was getting angry.
"Please? Pretty please?" I was pissed. Everyone was giggling now.
"GODDAMMIT! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY OPEN THE FUCK UP!" I didn't notice it, but my hair burst into flame right then. I saw Harry out of the corner of my eye flinch.
The snake widened, and so did the pipe. I bowed at everyone who was staring at me like I was a crazy ass. Then, that ghost whispered in my ear.
"Your hair's on fire."
I looked up, and ran my hands through it. Indeed. Firey.
"Why didn't anyone say anything?"
Dumbledore looked like he was about to laugh.
I grumbled and went to another sink, and wet my hair. I had enough of this. I started spiking it, when I heard them sliding down it.
After they all went, I slid down into the newly made room.
"How do you all like it?"
Everyone nodded in approval. It was warm and cozy, and had torches everywhere, illuminating the chamber. There was a large mirror I had found in the bathroom, and I decided to put it down here. There were tons of cushions, and there was a large table in the middle. Everyone grabbed a seat. I sat down next to Ron, and Harry, surprisingly, sat down next to Draco. But that was probably because of Hermione on the other side. Missy was sandwiched between the twins, and Dumbledore sat next to me.
"I call to order the first meeting of the second generation of Marauders!" Dumbledore said, eerily merry for some reason.
Everyone here-hered, and he went on.
"Each of you are somehow related to destroying Voldemort. For different reasons, of course. Damy's is because he is a disgrace to the Riddle name. Missy's is because he killed her parents. Draco's is because his father has been damaged by Voldemort. Ron's is because Voldemort's supporter, Wormtail, one of the original Marauders, posed as his rat for his entire life. Fred and George's is because Missy needs their help. Harry's is, of course, to avenge his parents. And Hermione's is because Voldemort is after Muggles."
Everyone seemed to agree with him.
"And, or so I've been told, Missy's mother had appeared to her in a dream. This dream corresponds with what I myself have seen. I believe you all."
Hermione snorted. Ron suddenly jumped in.
"You have always been trusting. But... I can trust Malfoy... And I can trust Missy. But... I can't trust Damien."
The shock on my face was showing to everyone. I looked over at him, and saw that he was livid with strange feelings.
"We don't know anything about him. We do know he's got Demon blood in him. And, that he's obviously Slytherin material. No offense Malfoy. And, he's related to "You-Know-Who himself. So, maybe I can trust you if you tell us why you transfer from America all of a sudden, conveniently while your good old cousin is about to wreak havoc. Why you get so upset about people calling you gay. Things like that."
I was shocked. My temper, and my hair, I guess, had turned someone I cared deeply about into an enemy of sorts. Shit. They wanted my life story.
"Fine. Missy, if I break down, help me out."
And then, I cleared my throat.
"America is where I was born. In Tulsa, Oklahoma, to be precise. I was adopted, because my parents couldn't afford me right then. Their Ministry of Magic had shut down because of the war over here, and wizards were out of jobs. I went to a nice home for a while, until my parents came and picked me up again. We moved to Indiana, and that's where I met Missy, who, I had found out, had been adopted, too. We became fast friends, and we had a bond going on. My parents had noticed that both Missy and I would do, things, around the house, and then, they realized that we were wizards, too. We went to Magic school. Then, in my High Magic School, I met this guy... His name was Kevin Jackson. We became such good friends, and then, one day..." I lowered my head, slowly. I wanted to hide that I had been crying.
"Kevin asked Damy out. They started going out." Missy said, patting my back.
"He was so nice, and everything. Then, one day... He took me out to see a movie. It was... Oh, yeah... American Beauty. Then, he took me back to his apartment, and he... he..." I trailed off in tears.
"He tried to get Damy to have sex with him. Damy refused. Then, Kevin raped him, and spread it through the whole school he was gay. That's why we left. I needed Damy, and he needed me, and noone at school liked him anymore. Noone. The bruises and everything testified to that. He has a scar on his back to prove how far Homophobia in the U.S. had gone."
Ron's mouth was open. Hermione was wiping tears from her eyes. Harry was still staring at me.
"And, that's my story. If you'll excuse me, I have to go... I'll just be taking a nap. Keep discussing, please. I'll use some cushions."
I scooted back in the chair, and got up. I walked by the mirror, and I saw something strange in it. I stopped midtrack, and looked at it. I saw Ron behind me. I turned around, and saw that Ron was still at the table. I shook it out of my head, and went to lay down.
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Everyone hit Ron at once, with the exception of Dumbledore. He just looked down his nose at Ron.
"It seems you know a good deal greater about Damy now, eh?"
Ron blushed. Bad. From embarassment, from anger, from fear. He looked past the mirror, and saw Damy sleeping. He looked so sad, and so innocent. Missy took this moment to talk to Dumbledore. He snorted surprisedly, and leaned over to talk to Ron.
"Young man, go look in that mirror."
"Yes, sir."
And he trudged off towards the mirror. He looked in it, and he saw Damy resting his chin on his shoulder, leaning on him. Damy looked so content and peaceful, and Ron looked so happy. Then, they kissed, shocking Ron. Ron looked over to where Damy slept, and saw that he hadn't moved. He walked back to Dumbledore.
"What did you see?"
"I saw Damy leaning on my shoulder, and he looked so happy and content. Why?"
"That's the mirror of Erised, dear Ron. It shows your heart's desire."