DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Harry Potter series or any of the
characters. But the new characters are MINE, so don't steal them, ask and
I'll probably let you use them with permission. Also, I'm not makin' any
money off this so don't sue me!
OTHER DISCLAIMER!!!: The last bit of this chapter is graphic with Neville and Damien. And it's where I leave you. So if you don't wanna read that, don't. I don't wanna hear you complain. It was your choice to read it or not. So, if you think it would offend you, please don't read it. And save yourself, and I, a lot of trouble and bitchin'. Thanks much. ^_^
Special Thanks to: My big sis, for helpin' out. I Love Ya' Sis!! Also a GIANT hug for my reviewers who put up with my evil schemes to get more reviews. (c'mon people, who doesn't like getting' praise and such?!?!) So, giant hug for y'all and any new reviewers that have found my first ever fan fiction, which is very modest if I say so myself. So, here is the next chapter you've all been dying to see. Enjoy!
Neville woke up to a bizarre scene. Everyone in the boys dormitory had had their stuff floating in the air on what looked like thing translucent threads, similar to spider thread, and their sheets had been switched with the curtains and canopies of the beds. Everyone was discussing the weird things, and how irritating it was that their clothes on the string were up the highest, and the one thing people kept concluding.
This had been done with magic, and powerful magic at that.
Screams erupted from what sounded like the girls dormitory, the boys rushed to throw on their robes and grab their wands and ran across the hallway and through the door to the girls room.
To find Hermione in her bra, underwear, and a robe.
Blasting away what looked like huge piles of green blob-like spiders with her wand.
Every single one of them, except Neville who had started to help get the mess left behind by Hermione cleaned up, charged back out to the common room to find even stranger happenings.
All the books that had been left about were flapping about like birds. Furniture pieces were gathered in clumps like herd animals and moving about. Hermione stormed out of the girls room, this time with a long T-shirt and her robe so she could maintain some modesty, and instantly yelled directions to the boys standing dumbfounded in the middle of the whole scene.
"Harry, Ron, and you three! Use levitation charms on the furniture to keep them out of the way!"
"The rest of you stupid louts, zap those books with paralysis spells! What are you? A bunch of first-years with rudimentary knowledge of breathing?!"
She then proceeded to remove the Substituary Locomotion spell from the furniture and re-arrange them to their proper order. Before she could start on the books Professor McGonald, their house leader, marched through the portrait door and waved her wand with a muttered word, and what sounded like a few curses, and all the books flew back to their places in a whirlwind of pages and book jackets.
"All right, thank you, Hermione, for stopping this insanity," she commended the rest of them and after everyone had come out of their rooms she continued.
"Some powerful workings have happened in Hogwarts, and as far as we've been able to tell. The worst happened the farthest away from the boys dormitory. And any moving thing that had been there, once it crossed what seems like a border, vanished in a giant mess that Filch will throw a fit over. The only place in the castle that was unaffected was the hospital wing." Neville's face lost most of it's tension, probably now that he could stop worrying about Aidan, and it instantly tensed up again as yet another truck load of worries hit him. From the looks of everyone else, it had hit them too.
Hogwarts had been sucsessfully attacked.
Hermione started to tremble and Ron held her, a brother protecting his sister. Harry inched closer to them, along with Neville who was stiff as a rod, except for his hands which were shaking uncontrolablly.
No one felt safe here anymore.
Finally, after their concerns for themselves faded, the full realization of this hit them.
HOGWARTS, had been attacked! Hogwarts was supposed to be the safest place other than the wizard bank, Gringotts, it was supposed to be impervious to attack! The thoughts kept playing themselves through everyone's head like the scariest movie they'd ever seen.
Complete with mind-numbing, heart-stopping, sanity-robbing panic.
"Nothing happened outside the castle walls, it is thought that all of this," the Professor swallowed hard as if forcing down tears and fear of her own.
"All of this is thought to have originated from, inside the castle."
Hermione started to cry into Ron's shoulder while Ron absently shooshed her and comforted her. Harry and most of the other boys had all slumped into the now motionless furniture. After Hermione had stopeed crying, the Professor told them something else.
"Fifth years and up are being put on work detail, so we can get the damage undone as soon as possible. The Prefects will be with me laying down extra protections, they've been trained for this, every other group will be determined by grade. Fifth years with fifth years, and so on." Her voice was trembling only the slightest, otherwise it was monotone.
Resolutely, Hermione, stood up straight and said.
"Well, what are you fifth years waiting for? The end of Hogwarts? Come on! Get dressed so we can get to work!" She then proceeded to get everyone's clothes down from the threads and simply magicked hers onto herself, as did the rest of them. Then, they marched out with Hermione in the lead. Like a platoon of soldiers, off to fight a war.
*************
With his hair a mess and in dirty messy clumps with dried blood holding most of it into a large mess of hair and other assorted objects from the ground he'd been tripping over while he was running.
Suddenly Aidan had an idea.
He was in his head, correct? Yes! He was, this was his mind. His father was simply contorting it and filling it with nightmares, well not precisely simply. His father had a good hold on his mind about now. Creating demons from his nightmares, and probably straight from Hell itself. He had found little shelter and had run himself nearly to the death.
Again he tripped and fell. Instead of getting up he placed a large cave with a crackling fire in the steep mountainside to his left. It was different, instead of the nightmarish stain of blood that covered practically everything in this world, it was clean and had a certain feeling about it.
Aidan thought of Neville, the fire burned brighter and the blood around the cave disappeared, and the cave seemed more…
Welcoming.
Loving.
Aidan didn't have a second thought. He had bare scraps of energy and this was his father's world. It was amazing he'd been able to carve this niche out. His sanity was at stake here, as was the rest of the world. Aidan was a channel for incredible power, more than any wizard or witch had ever been able to contain. Not only that, he had innumerable wells of energy. His mother, being raised with the teachings of Irish magick, had taught him how to pull energy from the natural world.
Inside the cave, a little flower sprouted.
It was a daffodil, his mother's favorite. It seemed to be beckoning to him, and for all he knew. In this twisted warped world, it might very well be doing just that.
He stumbled forward to the cave where he had at least a little shelter from the inner Hell is father had wrought from his nightmares.
*****************
Damien and Neville were working side by side at the "Border" to clean up the mess. They didn't talk much, mostly concentrating on cleaning the mess up from the dungeon floor.
They'd been assigned one of the dungeons used for Potions that needed extra long brewing times. They were all alone because not many things had come from down here.
Just nightmares from Hell spewing forth from each potion, retaining the potions qualities.
Neville thanked goodness that the border had been so close to the door. It seemed that the poisonous monsters had killed the others with their pools of congealing, um, Neville wasn't sure what it was. But it stank and it was hard to get it off the floor without leaving stains which also had to be cleaned up. Now they both worked, silently, among the bubbling, boiling, and sometimes smoking, potions.
"Damien…can you hand me that scrub brush over there?" he had meant to say something else, but he had lost his nerve.
"Neville…would you try to get rid of this stain?" Damien, too, had meant to say something else. They each started to look at each other looking back to their work instantly an un-setteling number of times.
Their hands met in a soapy bucket and Neville jerked his hand out suddenly flicking soap onto Damien's face and into his hair. Neville took up a clean rag and wiped off his face and hair while Damien cleaned off his robes.
It was then, that their eyes met.
And so did their lips, in a brutal kiss of lusty passion.
Suddently, neither Neville nor Damien knew what was going on except they both wanted more of each other. They were locked in brutal animal intensity, their lips almost bruising each other. Each of their lips growing bolder, finding each other's necks and cheeks.
And chests. Now Damien and Neville had tossed off their robes, shoes and their shirts, left only in their pants. Each one running his hand over the other's torso. Passion crackled through their veins like sweet lightening. Neville had totally forgotten everything except getting more of this.
Damien's mind too had forgotten everything. His hands wandered down past Neville's neck and shoulders, to his waist, and down his back, finally penetrating down past his trousers, and the waist band of Neville's boxers to feel Neville's butt. Neville was smothering Damien's neck in kisses and clutching him under the arms as he'd never held Aidan. This was pure animal lust. Neville's boxers felt so restraing, and he could feel the heat through Damien's trousers and knew he felt the same way. Damien was against a wall and Neville was pressing on him, as Damien was pressing against him. They felt so close.
Damien felt Neville's hardness and the hear from it through his trousers, for he wore no unmentionables, he could feel Neville's hands moving down the front of his chest. They un-zipped his trousers. Damien returned the favor for Neville, and pulled. They paused, both standing there. Damien's hardness unhinderes stuck straight out through where Neville had un-zipped. The only thing holding his pants up was the button hanging on it. Neville moaned slightly, his boxers were getting really tight. Damien pulled them down from behind and they both had the same situation. Then Damien and Neville plunged back into their passion.
OTHER DISCLAIMER!!!: The last bit of this chapter is graphic with Neville and Damien. And it's where I leave you. So if you don't wanna read that, don't. I don't wanna hear you complain. It was your choice to read it or not. So, if you think it would offend you, please don't read it. And save yourself, and I, a lot of trouble and bitchin'. Thanks much. ^_^
Special Thanks to: My big sis, for helpin' out. I Love Ya' Sis!! Also a GIANT hug for my reviewers who put up with my evil schemes to get more reviews. (c'mon people, who doesn't like getting' praise and such?!?!) So, giant hug for y'all and any new reviewers that have found my first ever fan fiction, which is very modest if I say so myself. So, here is the next chapter you've all been dying to see. Enjoy!
Neville woke up to a bizarre scene. Everyone in the boys dormitory had had their stuff floating in the air on what looked like thing translucent threads, similar to spider thread, and their sheets had been switched with the curtains and canopies of the beds. Everyone was discussing the weird things, and how irritating it was that their clothes on the string were up the highest, and the one thing people kept concluding.
This had been done with magic, and powerful magic at that.
Screams erupted from what sounded like the girls dormitory, the boys rushed to throw on their robes and grab their wands and ran across the hallway and through the door to the girls room.
To find Hermione in her bra, underwear, and a robe.
Blasting away what looked like huge piles of green blob-like spiders with her wand.
Every single one of them, except Neville who had started to help get the mess left behind by Hermione cleaned up, charged back out to the common room to find even stranger happenings.
All the books that had been left about were flapping about like birds. Furniture pieces were gathered in clumps like herd animals and moving about. Hermione stormed out of the girls room, this time with a long T-shirt and her robe so she could maintain some modesty, and instantly yelled directions to the boys standing dumbfounded in the middle of the whole scene.
"Harry, Ron, and you three! Use levitation charms on the furniture to keep them out of the way!"
"The rest of you stupid louts, zap those books with paralysis spells! What are you? A bunch of first-years with rudimentary knowledge of breathing?!"
She then proceeded to remove the Substituary Locomotion spell from the furniture and re-arrange them to their proper order. Before she could start on the books Professor McGonald, their house leader, marched through the portrait door and waved her wand with a muttered word, and what sounded like a few curses, and all the books flew back to their places in a whirlwind of pages and book jackets.
"All right, thank you, Hermione, for stopping this insanity," she commended the rest of them and after everyone had come out of their rooms she continued.
"Some powerful workings have happened in Hogwarts, and as far as we've been able to tell. The worst happened the farthest away from the boys dormitory. And any moving thing that had been there, once it crossed what seems like a border, vanished in a giant mess that Filch will throw a fit over. The only place in the castle that was unaffected was the hospital wing." Neville's face lost most of it's tension, probably now that he could stop worrying about Aidan, and it instantly tensed up again as yet another truck load of worries hit him. From the looks of everyone else, it had hit them too.
Hogwarts had been sucsessfully attacked.
Hermione started to tremble and Ron held her, a brother protecting his sister. Harry inched closer to them, along with Neville who was stiff as a rod, except for his hands which were shaking uncontrolablly.
No one felt safe here anymore.
Finally, after their concerns for themselves faded, the full realization of this hit them.
HOGWARTS, had been attacked! Hogwarts was supposed to be the safest place other than the wizard bank, Gringotts, it was supposed to be impervious to attack! The thoughts kept playing themselves through everyone's head like the scariest movie they'd ever seen.
Complete with mind-numbing, heart-stopping, sanity-robbing panic.
"Nothing happened outside the castle walls, it is thought that all of this," the Professor swallowed hard as if forcing down tears and fear of her own.
"All of this is thought to have originated from, inside the castle."
Hermione started to cry into Ron's shoulder while Ron absently shooshed her and comforted her. Harry and most of the other boys had all slumped into the now motionless furniture. After Hermione had stopeed crying, the Professor told them something else.
"Fifth years and up are being put on work detail, so we can get the damage undone as soon as possible. The Prefects will be with me laying down extra protections, they've been trained for this, every other group will be determined by grade. Fifth years with fifth years, and so on." Her voice was trembling only the slightest, otherwise it was monotone.
Resolutely, Hermione, stood up straight and said.
"Well, what are you fifth years waiting for? The end of Hogwarts? Come on! Get dressed so we can get to work!" She then proceeded to get everyone's clothes down from the threads and simply magicked hers onto herself, as did the rest of them. Then, they marched out with Hermione in the lead. Like a platoon of soldiers, off to fight a war.
*************
With his hair a mess and in dirty messy clumps with dried blood holding most of it into a large mess of hair and other assorted objects from the ground he'd been tripping over while he was running.
Suddenly Aidan had an idea.
He was in his head, correct? Yes! He was, this was his mind. His father was simply contorting it and filling it with nightmares, well not precisely simply. His father had a good hold on his mind about now. Creating demons from his nightmares, and probably straight from Hell itself. He had found little shelter and had run himself nearly to the death.
Again he tripped and fell. Instead of getting up he placed a large cave with a crackling fire in the steep mountainside to his left. It was different, instead of the nightmarish stain of blood that covered practically everything in this world, it was clean and had a certain feeling about it.
Aidan thought of Neville, the fire burned brighter and the blood around the cave disappeared, and the cave seemed more…
Welcoming.
Loving.
Aidan didn't have a second thought. He had bare scraps of energy and this was his father's world. It was amazing he'd been able to carve this niche out. His sanity was at stake here, as was the rest of the world. Aidan was a channel for incredible power, more than any wizard or witch had ever been able to contain. Not only that, he had innumerable wells of energy. His mother, being raised with the teachings of Irish magick, had taught him how to pull energy from the natural world.
Inside the cave, a little flower sprouted.
It was a daffodil, his mother's favorite. It seemed to be beckoning to him, and for all he knew. In this twisted warped world, it might very well be doing just that.
He stumbled forward to the cave where he had at least a little shelter from the inner Hell is father had wrought from his nightmares.
*****************
Damien and Neville were working side by side at the "Border" to clean up the mess. They didn't talk much, mostly concentrating on cleaning the mess up from the dungeon floor.
They'd been assigned one of the dungeons used for Potions that needed extra long brewing times. They were all alone because not many things had come from down here.
Just nightmares from Hell spewing forth from each potion, retaining the potions qualities.
Neville thanked goodness that the border had been so close to the door. It seemed that the poisonous monsters had killed the others with their pools of congealing, um, Neville wasn't sure what it was. But it stank and it was hard to get it off the floor without leaving stains which also had to be cleaned up. Now they both worked, silently, among the bubbling, boiling, and sometimes smoking, potions.
"Damien…can you hand me that scrub brush over there?" he had meant to say something else, but he had lost his nerve.
"Neville…would you try to get rid of this stain?" Damien, too, had meant to say something else. They each started to look at each other looking back to their work instantly an un-setteling number of times.
Their hands met in a soapy bucket and Neville jerked his hand out suddenly flicking soap onto Damien's face and into his hair. Neville took up a clean rag and wiped off his face and hair while Damien cleaned off his robes.
It was then, that their eyes met.
And so did their lips, in a brutal kiss of lusty passion.
Suddently, neither Neville nor Damien knew what was going on except they both wanted more of each other. They were locked in brutal animal intensity, their lips almost bruising each other. Each of their lips growing bolder, finding each other's necks and cheeks.
And chests. Now Damien and Neville had tossed off their robes, shoes and their shirts, left only in their pants. Each one running his hand over the other's torso. Passion crackled through their veins like sweet lightening. Neville had totally forgotten everything except getting more of this.
Damien's mind too had forgotten everything. His hands wandered down past Neville's neck and shoulders, to his waist, and down his back, finally penetrating down past his trousers, and the waist band of Neville's boxers to feel Neville's butt. Neville was smothering Damien's neck in kisses and clutching him under the arms as he'd never held Aidan. This was pure animal lust. Neville's boxers felt so restraing, and he could feel the heat through Damien's trousers and knew he felt the same way. Damien was against a wall and Neville was pressing on him, as Damien was pressing against him. They felt so close.
Damien felt Neville's hardness and the hear from it through his trousers, for he wore no unmentionables, he could feel Neville's hands moving down the front of his chest. They un-zipped his trousers. Damien returned the favor for Neville, and pulled. They paused, both standing there. Damien's hardness unhinderes stuck straight out through where Neville had un-zipped. The only thing holding his pants up was the button hanging on it. Neville moaned slightly, his boxers were getting really tight. Damien pulled them down from behind and they both had the same situation. Then Damien and Neville plunged back into their passion.