Riu: Waaa! Thanks for reviewing minna! Crystal Star Guardian (Can I call you Crys?) Thanks a bunch! Sybie's a bit weird, but fun to write about!
Sybarite: Look Rashy, I have my first fan!
Rashart: Lemme see that. (Grabs monitor and reads. A moment of silence follows) Damn. The idiot's right.
Riu: (Looks a bit ticked off, and grabs the screen back.) Anyways… (Shoots a meaningful glare -and not a nice meaning either- at Rash) Sunshine, thanks for the advice, but I'm going to keep on writing slash, although it won't come up for a few more chapters. But there'll be lotsa angst with it! (Evil grin) Also Just Silver! Thanks for the encouragement/threats! I usually need someone to motivate me anyways! I know about Ion and Farfarello, but everything will be explained in the upcoming chapters, although it may not make much sense now.
Rash: Besides, Riu NEVER make any sense.
Riu: Hey! (Thwacks him) What else? Oh yeah, there'll be some really funny situations!
Rash: (Looks over at the next chapter plans) Huh. I don't see how Farfarello chewing on my leg counts as funny.
Farfie: It think it's funny.
Rash: (Edges away) You would…
Syb: (Looking over chapter plans) You know, I never knew it was possible for some one to sleep with their eyes open, and still be tiered.
Riu: (Grabs plans) Hey! You guys are going to spoil it! Anyways, all the Harry Potter charas belong to the goddess that is J.K. Don't worry, I won't break them! I swear! Everyone else, however, is pretty much fair game. Only tell me first, kay? Ja, here's chap 2 of Fire and Ice!
Rash: 'Bout time… Sometimes you make me think these intros are longer than the fic.
Riu: (Slushifies him) Shhh!
Fire and Ice 2: The Playing Field - by Riu-Chan!
Harry grinned as he viewed the empty Quiddich field. It had been a long summer, and words could not describe how glad he was to be back at Hogwarts. And to think he had the whole field to himself this morning! … Well, it was technically just about sunrise. He hadn't been able to sleep well, but his scar didn't hurt, so he came out to fly around a bit.
Harry shrugged and circled the field several times, loving the feeling of just flying on his broom, alone and free to fly however he wanted.
With a horrid screech of burning rubber and twisted metal, Ion skidding on the Quiddich field, up turning the grass as it landed broke the peaceful scene.
"Whoa! Stop! Halt!" the red headed rider yelled, holding on for what seemed like dear life. "Cease and DESIST!!"
Harry's eyes widened as he flew up and out f harm's way as the thing somewhat similar to a motorcycle barreled its way towards him.
Finally the rider stopped, being thrown off from the vehicle. Or, that's what it looked like, anyways. The Motorcycle stopped, and it's rider promptly got up, stalked calmly over to it, and kicked it in its approximate shin. An argument started up then, and lasted for several minutes, composed mostly of growl like sounds of the motor revving by the cycle and fluent curses in several languages -only one sounding even *remotely* like English- by the boy. For a boy it was, Harry could see it clearly, even if he had the longest crop of hair he had seen on a male. Actually longer than he had seen on anyone, *ever *, now that he thought about it. The boy had an slightly effeminate face, but it was clearly male, however boyish. A large earring of a fang dangled from one ear, while an earclip adorning its twin. The first thing Harry noticed was the outfit the boy wore; a piece of clothing unlike anything he had ever seen before. Almost like a robe, but not. The sleeves were gone, it was open in the front, but everywhere else it was closely fitted, with an overabundance of buckles and straps that seemed more decorative than functional. In the short, he wore a pair of black jeans that looked rather tight, and a long red-orange trench coat with it's sleeves cut off and more straps than deemed necessary.
After an undeterminable long time -partly because the field was only bothered with Harry and the stranger, and partly because the aforementioned Harry was still in shock and said red head was still arguing- the motorcycle riding stranger kicked the machine again, stomped off to the side, and glanced at Harry.
He grinned, then waved. Harry, being the usual intrepid Harry he was, floated swiftly closer against all better judgement.
"Hey ya! this is Hogwarts, right?" The boy smirked, pushing up his sunglasses/goggles to reveal a remarkably shade of bright green eyes "If this is the wrong one, I'm gonna kill that stupid cycle." He muttered, shooting a glare at the aforementioned mechanical monstrosity.
Harry smiled back at the boy. "This is Hogwarts all right. Who are you?" he asked curiously, landing on the thick green grass of the field.
The boy folded his arms behind his head and grinned, showing unusually longish canines. "Great! I'm Rashart Kiryuu. And you are?"
"I'm Harry Potter" If Harry was expecting the usual flicker to his forehead, he was disappointed. Rashart merely grinned at him.
"Cool. Could you take me to…" Rashart rummaged around in his pockets and pulled out a worn and slightly crumpled piece of paper, straightened it, blinked at it, turned it upside down, held it up to the sun, set fire to it, then finally threw away the paper in disgust, apparently racking his memory for the name. "I think his name was Albus… Dumbledore?" Rashart asked a bit sheepishly.
Rashy wandered the halls a bit, trying to find the Gryffindor tower. Dumbledore had assigned him to this house after their meeting, when Rashart had handed over a letter that the Piper had sent in addition. He'd tried to read it on the way over, but it nearly fried him with the spell connected to it. Rashart scowled at the memory, fingering a burnt lock of hair and arriving at a large picture of a rather fat woman.
"Hello" the picture said, then squinted at him. "I've never seen you before. Who are you?"
Rashy grinned and waved slightly "My name's Rashart Kiryuu. Exchange student. I was late. Password's Pickled radishes, right?"
The painting slid open, and Rashart slipped in before the painting could ask him anymore questions.
"Sheesh, it's worse than Dynast's place here…" he muttered as he wandered in to the common room. Inside the place was mostly deserted, not that uncommon, for it was now around mid afternoon -Rash's knew from the way stomach rumbled loudly in protest, his mind screaming something like, 'FEED ME!'- and there was only one occupant of the room, a bushy haired girl who was morosely poring over a pile of scrolls, furiously scribbling on one every now and then. Rashart slipped quietly behind her, aided by his cat quiet feet and the fact that girl was totally absorbed in her work. Rashy stood there, nearly leaning over her shoulder. After a few minutes, he got bored and spoke up.
"Is it really that interesting?"
The girl looked up with a start, but Rash only grinned broadly. "Hey"
"You scared me! Who are you?" she looked at him curiously "And what are you doing here in the middle of the morning?"
Rash grinned again "My name's Rashart Kiryuu. I guess I was late."
The girl smiled slightly, and held out a hand "I'm Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you, by the way."
Rashart shook it "Sorry 'bout that, but you looked really interested in those scrolls. What're they about?"
Hermione held up a scroll. "We're studying about non-human sentient beings in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and our Professor, Snape, assigned us a three foot scroll on the history of demons." She sighed, and put the essay down on the table. "If it wasn't for this cold… I guess that's what I get for staying up late in this weather." Her expression turned thoughtful "I wonder if we'll still need it. The new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher arrived yesterday, and she might not want it."
Rashart raised an eyebrow, and drew up a chair. "Really? What is she like?"
"She's very pretty, with long silvery light violet hair, and very pale skin that's almost translucent. She's slightly tall, and extremely beautiful." Hermione stated simply. Rashart mentally panicked. If that new teacher was who he though it was… nah, couldn't be. Could it? Hermione had said the teacher was female. There was no way in the Nine Hells that *he* could have ended up *here* of all places. …
"And she's got an interesting purple tattoo on one cheek." Hermione said thoughtfully.
No, no, no, NO! Rashart's mind ran stark raving mad, gibbering in to the night, err, day. It couldn't be! It was some stranger, some completely unrelated stranger! This couldn't happen, even in his worse nightmares. Well, maybe in his worst nightmares, but he could credit Morpheus for those. Did he do anything to piss Morph off recently? Well, excepting for the Giant Carnivores Pickles escapade, but that was a non-discriminating thing! How was he to know that… Anyways, it couldn't be him! Hermione had said the teacher was female. That calmed him down somewhat, although he hadn't changed his expression when she told him the news.
"Cool. Anyways, I'm going to head to the boy's place, kay? Could you point me in the direction?" Hermione did so, and Rash started walking. "Thanks Hermie" he waved, then headed off, preferably for a nap, to erase the looming thoughts of the silvered one from his mind, and left Hermione to her studying.
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Sybarite smiled coldly at Severus Snape, although the silvered one's eyes were closed and calm, expressing the epitome of serenity.
"I have talked to Dumbledore, and he suggested I inform you so you will be free not to have a double shift of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts anymore." Syb delivered the message happily, as if unaware of the coolly enraged expression on Snape's face.
Snape's eyes narrowed, but Sybarite simply smiled, amethystine eyes. "Dewa, I will take over classes starting tomorrow." Ignoring the searing glare Snape sent, and the envious/admiring stares from the class, Sybarite quietly slipped in to the Hogwarts halls, quiet and inconspicuous as any of the house ghosts.
A displacement of air announced the return of Farfarello several minutes later, the wolf loping along side Syb in the secluded hall.
"Ara, has our insane little Farfie been out exploring?" the silvered one let out a chuckle, head shaking slightly in vague disapproval.
Farfie growled something unintelligible, but probably rude. Any other time, any other circumstance, and the silver beauty would have been lying on the grounds of Hogwarts, or perhaps beneath the many tunnels and dungeons right now, becoming one with the dirt. Any other time and he would have been down here with twenty dead zombies, and not one demented Mazoku who spent whatever spare time making snide comments about his mental state. Not that he really minded, for he was insane, but the fact that he was stuck down here with *Sybarite * was reason enough for Farfarello to be snappish. He couldn't eat anyone, he couldn't kill anyone, and the ones he COULD terrorize were already dead. That fixed it in the insane little Farfie's mind.
Hogwarts was no place for him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get home until the silvered idiot was finished here, or until Caprice picked him up. Bah! This *definitely * was no place for a wolf…
…Then again, there was the woods outside. That looked… interesting. Maybe he should see what was there?
And so the insane and horribly whimsical mind that was Farfarello blinked his large and luminous red-gold eyes… and disappeared.
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Rashart yawned and stretched like a cat, little bones in his spine giving off pops and snaps as he did so. He shook his head, a lock of red hair falling messily over on one now-deep green eye. Rash brushed the lock back in place with one hand while walking downstairs, blinked, and looked around the common room. There were students milling around, most in wizard robes, talking, eating, and doing general wizardy things.
Therefore, when Rashart walked in, he stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb, being in a pair of black jeans and open chested vest he had changed in to earlier. //Crap. Maybe I should have got those robes Piper was talking about sooner…?// he mentally shrugged. //Too late now.//
He spotted the boy from earlier sitting with the girl who was studying, and grinned, striding over to them. "Hey Harry, Hermie!"
He noticed a third one with them, a boy with red hair similar to his, but not as brilliantly red. Rashart grinned. "Hey. "
To be continued…
[Silence reigns as Rashy reads the part over.]
Rashart: (In a very calm tone, slightly smiling) Riu-chan?
Riu-chan: Yes?
Rashy: WHAT THE #^&* ARE YOU SMOKING?!
Riu: Sore wa himitsu desu!
Farfie: That's the spirit! You'll be a freak in no time!
Rashy: Too late for that.
Riu: Aw, thanks, Rashy! …I think. Anyways, I know, short chapter, but these things will get longer! I promise! What do you think of Rashy and Farfie? Please review, even if it's one word, like 'It sucks' or 'I like it'. Please? Ja ne, minna-san!
Sybie: ... I'm sure that's not normal.
Sybarite: Look Rashy, I have my first fan!
Rashart: Lemme see that. (Grabs monitor and reads. A moment of silence follows) Damn. The idiot's right.
Riu: (Looks a bit ticked off, and grabs the screen back.) Anyways… (Shoots a meaningful glare -and not a nice meaning either- at Rash) Sunshine, thanks for the advice, but I'm going to keep on writing slash, although it won't come up for a few more chapters. But there'll be lotsa angst with it! (Evil grin) Also Just Silver! Thanks for the encouragement/threats! I usually need someone to motivate me anyways! I know about Ion and Farfarello, but everything will be explained in the upcoming chapters, although it may not make much sense now.
Rash: Besides, Riu NEVER make any sense.
Riu: Hey! (Thwacks him) What else? Oh yeah, there'll be some really funny situations!
Rash: (Looks over at the next chapter plans) Huh. I don't see how Farfarello chewing on my leg counts as funny.
Farfie: It think it's funny.
Rash: (Edges away) You would…
Syb: (Looking over chapter plans) You know, I never knew it was possible for some one to sleep with their eyes open, and still be tiered.
Riu: (Grabs plans) Hey! You guys are going to spoil it! Anyways, all the Harry Potter charas belong to the goddess that is J.K. Don't worry, I won't break them! I swear! Everyone else, however, is pretty much fair game. Only tell me first, kay? Ja, here's chap 2 of Fire and Ice!
Rash: 'Bout time… Sometimes you make me think these intros are longer than the fic.
Riu: (Slushifies him) Shhh!
Fire and Ice 2: The Playing Field - by Riu-Chan!
Harry grinned as he viewed the empty Quiddich field. It had been a long summer, and words could not describe how glad he was to be back at Hogwarts. And to think he had the whole field to himself this morning! … Well, it was technically just about sunrise. He hadn't been able to sleep well, but his scar didn't hurt, so he came out to fly around a bit.
Harry shrugged and circled the field several times, loving the feeling of just flying on his broom, alone and free to fly however he wanted.
With a horrid screech of burning rubber and twisted metal, Ion skidding on the Quiddich field, up turning the grass as it landed broke the peaceful scene.
"Whoa! Stop! Halt!" the red headed rider yelled, holding on for what seemed like dear life. "Cease and DESIST!!"
Harry's eyes widened as he flew up and out f harm's way as the thing somewhat similar to a motorcycle barreled its way towards him.
Finally the rider stopped, being thrown off from the vehicle. Or, that's what it looked like, anyways. The Motorcycle stopped, and it's rider promptly got up, stalked calmly over to it, and kicked it in its approximate shin. An argument started up then, and lasted for several minutes, composed mostly of growl like sounds of the motor revving by the cycle and fluent curses in several languages -only one sounding even *remotely* like English- by the boy. For a boy it was, Harry could see it clearly, even if he had the longest crop of hair he had seen on a male. Actually longer than he had seen on anyone, *ever *, now that he thought about it. The boy had an slightly effeminate face, but it was clearly male, however boyish. A large earring of a fang dangled from one ear, while an earclip adorning its twin. The first thing Harry noticed was the outfit the boy wore; a piece of clothing unlike anything he had ever seen before. Almost like a robe, but not. The sleeves were gone, it was open in the front, but everywhere else it was closely fitted, with an overabundance of buckles and straps that seemed more decorative than functional. In the short, he wore a pair of black jeans that looked rather tight, and a long red-orange trench coat with it's sleeves cut off and more straps than deemed necessary.
After an undeterminable long time -partly because the field was only bothered with Harry and the stranger, and partly because the aforementioned Harry was still in shock and said red head was still arguing- the motorcycle riding stranger kicked the machine again, stomped off to the side, and glanced at Harry.
He grinned, then waved. Harry, being the usual intrepid Harry he was, floated swiftly closer against all better judgement.
"Hey ya! this is Hogwarts, right?" The boy smirked, pushing up his sunglasses/goggles to reveal a remarkably shade of bright green eyes "If this is the wrong one, I'm gonna kill that stupid cycle." He muttered, shooting a glare at the aforementioned mechanical monstrosity.
Harry smiled back at the boy. "This is Hogwarts all right. Who are you?" he asked curiously, landing on the thick green grass of the field.
The boy folded his arms behind his head and grinned, showing unusually longish canines. "Great! I'm Rashart Kiryuu. And you are?"
"I'm Harry Potter" If Harry was expecting the usual flicker to his forehead, he was disappointed. Rashart merely grinned at him.
"Cool. Could you take me to…" Rashart rummaged around in his pockets and pulled out a worn and slightly crumpled piece of paper, straightened it, blinked at it, turned it upside down, held it up to the sun, set fire to it, then finally threw away the paper in disgust, apparently racking his memory for the name. "I think his name was Albus… Dumbledore?" Rashart asked a bit sheepishly.
Rashy wandered the halls a bit, trying to find the Gryffindor tower. Dumbledore had assigned him to this house after their meeting, when Rashart had handed over a letter that the Piper had sent in addition. He'd tried to read it on the way over, but it nearly fried him with the spell connected to it. Rashart scowled at the memory, fingering a burnt lock of hair and arriving at a large picture of a rather fat woman.
"Hello" the picture said, then squinted at him. "I've never seen you before. Who are you?"
Rashy grinned and waved slightly "My name's Rashart Kiryuu. Exchange student. I was late. Password's Pickled radishes, right?"
The painting slid open, and Rashart slipped in before the painting could ask him anymore questions.
"Sheesh, it's worse than Dynast's place here…" he muttered as he wandered in to the common room. Inside the place was mostly deserted, not that uncommon, for it was now around mid afternoon -Rash's knew from the way stomach rumbled loudly in protest, his mind screaming something like, 'FEED ME!'- and there was only one occupant of the room, a bushy haired girl who was morosely poring over a pile of scrolls, furiously scribbling on one every now and then. Rashart slipped quietly behind her, aided by his cat quiet feet and the fact that girl was totally absorbed in her work. Rashy stood there, nearly leaning over her shoulder. After a few minutes, he got bored and spoke up.
"Is it really that interesting?"
The girl looked up with a start, but Rash only grinned broadly. "Hey"
"You scared me! Who are you?" she looked at him curiously "And what are you doing here in the middle of the morning?"
Rash grinned again "My name's Rashart Kiryuu. I guess I was late."
The girl smiled slightly, and held out a hand "I'm Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you, by the way."
Rashart shook it "Sorry 'bout that, but you looked really interested in those scrolls. What're they about?"
Hermione held up a scroll. "We're studying about non-human sentient beings in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and our Professor, Snape, assigned us a three foot scroll on the history of demons." She sighed, and put the essay down on the table. "If it wasn't for this cold… I guess that's what I get for staying up late in this weather." Her expression turned thoughtful "I wonder if we'll still need it. The new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher arrived yesterday, and she might not want it."
Rashart raised an eyebrow, and drew up a chair. "Really? What is she like?"
"She's very pretty, with long silvery light violet hair, and very pale skin that's almost translucent. She's slightly tall, and extremely beautiful." Hermione stated simply. Rashart mentally panicked. If that new teacher was who he though it was… nah, couldn't be. Could it? Hermione had said the teacher was female. There was no way in the Nine Hells that *he* could have ended up *here* of all places. …
"And she's got an interesting purple tattoo on one cheek." Hermione said thoughtfully.
No, no, no, NO! Rashart's mind ran stark raving mad, gibbering in to the night, err, day. It couldn't be! It was some stranger, some completely unrelated stranger! This couldn't happen, even in his worse nightmares. Well, maybe in his worst nightmares, but he could credit Morpheus for those. Did he do anything to piss Morph off recently? Well, excepting for the Giant Carnivores Pickles escapade, but that was a non-discriminating thing! How was he to know that… Anyways, it couldn't be him! Hermione had said the teacher was female. That calmed him down somewhat, although he hadn't changed his expression when she told him the news.
"Cool. Anyways, I'm going to head to the boy's place, kay? Could you point me in the direction?" Hermione did so, and Rash started walking. "Thanks Hermie" he waved, then headed off, preferably for a nap, to erase the looming thoughts of the silvered one from his mind, and left Hermione to her studying.
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Sybarite smiled coldly at Severus Snape, although the silvered one's eyes were closed and calm, expressing the epitome of serenity.
"I have talked to Dumbledore, and he suggested I inform you so you will be free not to have a double shift of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts anymore." Syb delivered the message happily, as if unaware of the coolly enraged expression on Snape's face.
Snape's eyes narrowed, but Sybarite simply smiled, amethystine eyes. "Dewa, I will take over classes starting tomorrow." Ignoring the searing glare Snape sent, and the envious/admiring stares from the class, Sybarite quietly slipped in to the Hogwarts halls, quiet and inconspicuous as any of the house ghosts.
A displacement of air announced the return of Farfarello several minutes later, the wolf loping along side Syb in the secluded hall.
"Ara, has our insane little Farfie been out exploring?" the silvered one let out a chuckle, head shaking slightly in vague disapproval.
Farfie growled something unintelligible, but probably rude. Any other time, any other circumstance, and the silver beauty would have been lying on the grounds of Hogwarts, or perhaps beneath the many tunnels and dungeons right now, becoming one with the dirt. Any other time and he would have been down here with twenty dead zombies, and not one demented Mazoku who spent whatever spare time making snide comments about his mental state. Not that he really minded, for he was insane, but the fact that he was stuck down here with *Sybarite * was reason enough for Farfarello to be snappish. He couldn't eat anyone, he couldn't kill anyone, and the ones he COULD terrorize were already dead. That fixed it in the insane little Farfie's mind.
Hogwarts was no place for him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get home until the silvered idiot was finished here, or until Caprice picked him up. Bah! This *definitely * was no place for a wolf…
…Then again, there was the woods outside. That looked… interesting. Maybe he should see what was there?
And so the insane and horribly whimsical mind that was Farfarello blinked his large and luminous red-gold eyes… and disappeared.
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Rashart yawned and stretched like a cat, little bones in his spine giving off pops and snaps as he did so. He shook his head, a lock of red hair falling messily over on one now-deep green eye. Rash brushed the lock back in place with one hand while walking downstairs, blinked, and looked around the common room. There were students milling around, most in wizard robes, talking, eating, and doing general wizardy things.
Therefore, when Rashart walked in, he stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb, being in a pair of black jeans and open chested vest he had changed in to earlier. //Crap. Maybe I should have got those robes Piper was talking about sooner…?// he mentally shrugged. //Too late now.//
He spotted the boy from earlier sitting with the girl who was studying, and grinned, striding over to them. "Hey Harry, Hermie!"
He noticed a third one with them, a boy with red hair similar to his, but not as brilliantly red. Rashart grinned. "Hey. "
To be continued…
[Silence reigns as Rashy reads the part over.]
Rashart: (In a very calm tone, slightly smiling) Riu-chan?
Riu-chan: Yes?
Rashy: WHAT THE #^&* ARE YOU SMOKING?!
Riu: Sore wa himitsu desu!
Farfie: That's the spirit! You'll be a freak in no time!
Rashy: Too late for that.
Riu: Aw, thanks, Rashy! …I think. Anyways, I know, short chapter, but these things will get longer! I promise! What do you think of Rashy and Farfie? Please review, even if it's one word, like 'It sucks' or 'I like it'. Please? Ja ne, minna-san!
Sybie: ... I'm sure that's not normal.