Cloak*and*Dagger: Hi ho everyone Kermit THE Frog here *Blinks* No wait....
I'm not Kermit. DAMN MUPPET FLASHBACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Coughs
uncomfortably* Uh, sorry. Anyway here is the next chapter. I hope you like
it!
Author's Response:
Sophie W.: I'm very pleased to know that you found it funny enough to laugh, and as per your request here is the next chapter!
Emilia: Yeah I think you did just break the longest review record. *Stares at review* Geez where do I begin to answer? Hehe at the beginning of course! Silly Aishy! Oh I don't mind you calling me Aisha by the way (It was my original pen name, the Cloak*and*Dagger didn't get added until around March of this year.) Yeah I'm normally sad at seeing sequels as well, but this one will pick up years after the first one ended, like in Harry's time. INSANITY! Hmmmm, you know I'm not sure if Tom knows about the time travel or not, he has a slippery mind and you never really know what he's thinking. All I know is that he sure as hell is interested in Salazar. I didn't like the letter personally, I was having trouble writing it, and once I read it over I had to have someone tear it up, it was that bad. Naturally Salazar volunteered to destroy it ^_^. Hehe I think Salazar is jealous of Lucius- (Salazar: I AM NOT!!!! *mumbles*)- and the whole age thing, well once you get to be as old as Salazar- (S.S.: HEY!!!! I am NOT old. I'm mean do old fogies look sixteen? I think not!)- age doesn't really matter. Ah, the amazing Journal entry. You won't believe how hard it is to get the journal of a wizard unnoticed. I think he doesn't know, but one can never tell with Salazar, (Is it just me or did that sound like it came out of Whiney the Pooh? "One can never tell with bees.") Anyway, I'm doing another entry at the end of this chapter. I hope you like it, enjoy!
Rockie: Thank you, and I will try to work on it. Most of it is from typing fast, and when I proofread I do see the mistakes, it's just that sometimes my computer goes wacky and won't let me fix it without destroying the text around the mistake. I will try to get better though. I hope you like this chapter. Oh and about your email, I don't think anyone could beat Emilia in longest review so please spare yourself the time, because knowing you the review will consist of 1,000 L's or something. ^_^' Hehe sowy (That's my baby voice by the by, not a mistake... bet you didn't know that I had a baby voice. It's just so un-.. me.) I had to say it. Well I catch you later Rockie. PEACE! P.S.- Yeah I did get Pia from where you think I did. Plus I like the name!
Pearl of Wisdom #5: "For of all the sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are: What might have been."- I lied earlier. THIS is my favorite pearl! ^_~
Chapter10: The Spy Is Caught...And Attacked?
Every single moment of spare time, including meals and weekends, Severus, Lucius, and Salazar spent helping Professor Riddle. Their hard work was finally paid off in mid October. They had found a match, a Gryffindor second year named Steven Peter Yavits, and not a moment too soon. The letters had grown to numbers somewhere in the three hundreds, and Jamie was so paranoid about being attacked or something that she had to be dragged from class to class by both Lucius and Severus.
The day the match was found was a gray cloudy day, which practically screamed trouble. The three boys silently made their way to Professor Riddle's classroom. Once they were there they began the laborious task of sifting through homework papers to find similar handwriting, or, as Professor Riddle suggested, similar initials. It was Salazar who found the rat, as he affectionately dubbed it.
"Finally," Severus sighed, "we can stop worrying."
"Not exactly," Professor Riddle cut in, "you see we've only just found him. What has to be done next I shall take care of myself. Thank you for your help boys, and I'll give.. 30 points to Slytherin. Now I'm sure you all have places to be, so off you now."
"Professor, what exactly are you going to do about him?" Lucius asked before leaving.
"I believe some point deductions are order, as well as a hefty amount of detention slips," at this he grinned evilly, thoroughly spooking everyone, but Salazar who asked, "Can I help?" with an odd glint in his eye.
Twenty minutes later found everyone in the common room, listening to Lucius and Severus who telling them that they had found The Spy. Later they would hunt down Salazar and ask what he did when he found that 'Dirty Bastard' as Lucius so eloquently put it. But with slightly glazed emerald eyes Salazar would say nothing, just smile in an eccentric and frightening way. **************************************************************************** ***
The next few days passed without much incident. (Salazar: Only the lovely harassing of a group of 4 Griffindors, take a wild guess as to who I'm talking about!) Nothing interesting happened at all, really, until Halloween. That's when it all started.
The Halloween feast was overflowing with candy and delicious foods. The Great Hall was alive with orange, red, and black colored pixies (Who kept on attacking the bats for some reason) and large Jack-O-Lanterns that would talk to you if you came anywhere near it. Needless to say the Hall was quite loud, but nothing could drown out the piercing scream that came from the Entrance Hall. Everyone grew silent and then started to whisper. A few of the older students, namely Salazar and a few Prefects, stood up to take a look at what happened, but they were quickly shooed back into the Great Hall by Professor Riddle.
Telling the students not to panic Dumbledor, McGonagal, and Flitwick went out to investigate. They returned an hour or so later with grave news.
"A student," Dumbledor said, "by the name of Steven Yavits, was just attacked. By who or what we do not know. In light of such danger I believe it best that all Prefects escort their houses back to their common rooms. Classes will be postponed until further notice." And with that the students were led out of the hall.
Back in the common room Salazar was telling everyone what he had seen. "One hell of a bloody mess. He wasn't dead though, broken in a few places yes, but not dead. There was a note as well. It said something like: Don't sing about what you don't know, Don't dance with what isn't yours, Or you shall tango with Death. And it wasn't at all so who knows who wrote it. Personally I have no clue what it meant, but who ever did it meant business. I just hope that I'm on this mystery guys good side." There was a long pause, as everyone tried to take in what had just been said. The silence and foreboding mood that had just settled over the young Slytherins was ruined, though, by, "Let's play Clue!" voiced by a suddenly enthusiastic Salazar. Jamie rolled her eyes, it didn't matter how bad a situation could be, Psycho-boy would always what to play Clue. Not very many people took him up on the offer either, most just wanting to go to bed.
Silently Jamie walked into the Girls Dorm, alone as the girls were still busy fawning over Salazar. She quickly got ready for bed, and was just about to fall asleep when an owl, one she had never seen before, dropped a letter on her forehead. The owl hooted in a proud way, and Jamie stroked its feathers in a silent thanks. It was an odd owl, pitch black with silver eyes and little white spots on its chest. The owl flew away as Jamie opened the letter.
Inside was a poem like thing. It read:
To rid yourself of,
The Trouble within,
The one who plagues your thoughts,
All you have to do,
Is find the clue,
In Sacramento Fauts.
'What?' Jamie thought, 'That doesn't make any sense. Is Fauts even a word? Foo! I'll leave it for later, there aren't any classes tomorrow. Maybe Lucius knows what it means.' ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Cloak*and*Dagger: It was lame I know. So review and here is Salazar's journal!
Chapter10.5: A Peek into Salazar's Journal.
In the Solomon Islands in the South Pacific some villagers practice a unique form of logging. If a tree is too large to be felled with an ax, the natives cut it down by yelling at it. (Can't lay my hands on the article, but I swear I read it.) Woodsmen with special powers creep up on a tree just at dawn and suddenly scream at the top of their lungs. They continue this for thirty days. The tree dies and falls over. The theory is that the hollering kills the spirit of the tree. According to the villagers, it always works.
Ah, those poor naïve innocents. Such quaintly charming habits of the jungle. Screaming at trees, indeed. How primitive. Too bad they don't have the advantages of modern technology and the scientific mind.
Me? I yell at my roommate. And I yell at the telephone and the lawn mower. And yell at the TV and the newspaper and my neighbors. I've even been known to shake my fists and yell at the sky at times.
Man next door yells at his car a lot. And this summer I heard him yell at a stepladder for most of an afternoon. We modern, urban, educated folks yell at traffic and umpires and bills and banks and machines-especially machines. Machines and relatives get most of the yelling.
Don't know what good it does. Machines and things just sit there. Even kicking it doesn't always help. As for people, well, the Solomon Islanders may have a point. Yelling at living things does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ P.S.- This was from the time Salazar spent in a Muggle community. He told me it was a living hell. Anyway Review please!!!!!!!
Author's Response:
Sophie W.: I'm very pleased to know that you found it funny enough to laugh, and as per your request here is the next chapter!
Emilia: Yeah I think you did just break the longest review record. *Stares at review* Geez where do I begin to answer? Hehe at the beginning of course! Silly Aishy! Oh I don't mind you calling me Aisha by the way (It was my original pen name, the Cloak*and*Dagger didn't get added until around March of this year.) Yeah I'm normally sad at seeing sequels as well, but this one will pick up years after the first one ended, like in Harry's time. INSANITY! Hmmmm, you know I'm not sure if Tom knows about the time travel or not, he has a slippery mind and you never really know what he's thinking. All I know is that he sure as hell is interested in Salazar. I didn't like the letter personally, I was having trouble writing it, and once I read it over I had to have someone tear it up, it was that bad. Naturally Salazar volunteered to destroy it ^_^. Hehe I think Salazar is jealous of Lucius- (Salazar: I AM NOT!!!! *mumbles*)- and the whole age thing, well once you get to be as old as Salazar- (S.S.: HEY!!!! I am NOT old. I'm mean do old fogies look sixteen? I think not!)- age doesn't really matter. Ah, the amazing Journal entry. You won't believe how hard it is to get the journal of a wizard unnoticed. I think he doesn't know, but one can never tell with Salazar, (Is it just me or did that sound like it came out of Whiney the Pooh? "One can never tell with bees.") Anyway, I'm doing another entry at the end of this chapter. I hope you like it, enjoy!
Rockie: Thank you, and I will try to work on it. Most of it is from typing fast, and when I proofread I do see the mistakes, it's just that sometimes my computer goes wacky and won't let me fix it without destroying the text around the mistake. I will try to get better though. I hope you like this chapter. Oh and about your email, I don't think anyone could beat Emilia in longest review so please spare yourself the time, because knowing you the review will consist of 1,000 L's or something. ^_^' Hehe sowy (That's my baby voice by the by, not a mistake... bet you didn't know that I had a baby voice. It's just so un-.. me.) I had to say it. Well I catch you later Rockie. PEACE! P.S.- Yeah I did get Pia from where you think I did. Plus I like the name!
Pearl of Wisdom #5: "For of all the sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are: What might have been."- I lied earlier. THIS is my favorite pearl! ^_~
Chapter10: The Spy Is Caught...And Attacked?
Every single moment of spare time, including meals and weekends, Severus, Lucius, and Salazar spent helping Professor Riddle. Their hard work was finally paid off in mid October. They had found a match, a Gryffindor second year named Steven Peter Yavits, and not a moment too soon. The letters had grown to numbers somewhere in the three hundreds, and Jamie was so paranoid about being attacked or something that she had to be dragged from class to class by both Lucius and Severus.
The day the match was found was a gray cloudy day, which practically screamed trouble. The three boys silently made their way to Professor Riddle's classroom. Once they were there they began the laborious task of sifting through homework papers to find similar handwriting, or, as Professor Riddle suggested, similar initials. It was Salazar who found the rat, as he affectionately dubbed it.
"Finally," Severus sighed, "we can stop worrying."
"Not exactly," Professor Riddle cut in, "you see we've only just found him. What has to be done next I shall take care of myself. Thank you for your help boys, and I'll give.. 30 points to Slytherin. Now I'm sure you all have places to be, so off you now."
"Professor, what exactly are you going to do about him?" Lucius asked before leaving.
"I believe some point deductions are order, as well as a hefty amount of detention slips," at this he grinned evilly, thoroughly spooking everyone, but Salazar who asked, "Can I help?" with an odd glint in his eye.
Twenty minutes later found everyone in the common room, listening to Lucius and Severus who telling them that they had found The Spy. Later they would hunt down Salazar and ask what he did when he found that 'Dirty Bastard' as Lucius so eloquently put it. But with slightly glazed emerald eyes Salazar would say nothing, just smile in an eccentric and frightening way. **************************************************************************** ***
The next few days passed without much incident. (Salazar: Only the lovely harassing of a group of 4 Griffindors, take a wild guess as to who I'm talking about!) Nothing interesting happened at all, really, until Halloween. That's when it all started.
The Halloween feast was overflowing with candy and delicious foods. The Great Hall was alive with orange, red, and black colored pixies (Who kept on attacking the bats for some reason) and large Jack-O-Lanterns that would talk to you if you came anywhere near it. Needless to say the Hall was quite loud, but nothing could drown out the piercing scream that came from the Entrance Hall. Everyone grew silent and then started to whisper. A few of the older students, namely Salazar and a few Prefects, stood up to take a look at what happened, but they were quickly shooed back into the Great Hall by Professor Riddle.
Telling the students not to panic Dumbledor, McGonagal, and Flitwick went out to investigate. They returned an hour or so later with grave news.
"A student," Dumbledor said, "by the name of Steven Yavits, was just attacked. By who or what we do not know. In light of such danger I believe it best that all Prefects escort their houses back to their common rooms. Classes will be postponed until further notice." And with that the students were led out of the hall.
Back in the common room Salazar was telling everyone what he had seen. "One hell of a bloody mess. He wasn't dead though, broken in a few places yes, but not dead. There was a note as well. It said something like: Don't sing about what you don't know, Don't dance with what isn't yours, Or you shall tango with Death. And it wasn't at all so who knows who wrote it. Personally I have no clue what it meant, but who ever did it meant business. I just hope that I'm on this mystery guys good side." There was a long pause, as everyone tried to take in what had just been said. The silence and foreboding mood that had just settled over the young Slytherins was ruined, though, by, "Let's play Clue!" voiced by a suddenly enthusiastic Salazar. Jamie rolled her eyes, it didn't matter how bad a situation could be, Psycho-boy would always what to play Clue. Not very many people took him up on the offer either, most just wanting to go to bed.
Silently Jamie walked into the Girls Dorm, alone as the girls were still busy fawning over Salazar. She quickly got ready for bed, and was just about to fall asleep when an owl, one she had never seen before, dropped a letter on her forehead. The owl hooted in a proud way, and Jamie stroked its feathers in a silent thanks. It was an odd owl, pitch black with silver eyes and little white spots on its chest. The owl flew away as Jamie opened the letter.
Inside was a poem like thing. It read:
To rid yourself of,
The Trouble within,
The one who plagues your thoughts,
All you have to do,
Is find the clue,
In Sacramento Fauts.
'What?' Jamie thought, 'That doesn't make any sense. Is Fauts even a word? Foo! I'll leave it for later, there aren't any classes tomorrow. Maybe Lucius knows what it means.' ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Cloak*and*Dagger: It was lame I know. So review and here is Salazar's journal!
Chapter10.5: A Peek into Salazar's Journal.
In the Solomon Islands in the South Pacific some villagers practice a unique form of logging. If a tree is too large to be felled with an ax, the natives cut it down by yelling at it. (Can't lay my hands on the article, but I swear I read it.) Woodsmen with special powers creep up on a tree just at dawn and suddenly scream at the top of their lungs. They continue this for thirty days. The tree dies and falls over. The theory is that the hollering kills the spirit of the tree. According to the villagers, it always works.
Ah, those poor naïve innocents. Such quaintly charming habits of the jungle. Screaming at trees, indeed. How primitive. Too bad they don't have the advantages of modern technology and the scientific mind.
Me? I yell at my roommate. And I yell at the telephone and the lawn mower. And yell at the TV and the newspaper and my neighbors. I've even been known to shake my fists and yell at the sky at times.
Man next door yells at his car a lot. And this summer I heard him yell at a stepladder for most of an afternoon. We modern, urban, educated folks yell at traffic and umpires and bills and banks and machines-especially machines. Machines and relatives get most of the yelling.
Don't know what good it does. Machines and things just sit there. Even kicking it doesn't always help. As for people, well, the Solomon Islanders may have a point. Yelling at living things does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ P.S.- This was from the time Salazar spent in a Muggle community. He told me it was a living hell. Anyway Review please!!!!!!!