Middle Earth and Hogwarts
Sydney Kiss
Chapter 3
Of Professors, Greed, and Americans
Note : I would like to announce that I know I am a horrible speller, as you may have realized by now. I do not wish to pay attention to grammar. I write in the same style that people around me speak, to make it more real. My spell-checker is really bad, and it does not pick up some stuff. If you notice spelling errors, please post them. If you notice grammar errors, you can post them too, and I will reply to you to tell you if they are purposeful or if they really are an accident so I can change them. Read, reveiw, and have fun! Puhleaze lemme know, and ENJOY!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
"Lupin killed my parents." Justin growled, narrowing his eyes. "And no I don't. So what? No one ever understood me. None of you really cared. You're all so shallow, just led on by the desire to have more of whatever it is you already have. As for robbing the bank, it was just a show of how simple it all is. It is a big thing to those who love money and power, but I was just going to burn it anyhow. I have no need for money. Greed controls the people of our time, just as it does your precious Ministry. At least in America others can see this. Here, ohhhh, the big bad wolf robs a bank and all the heroes catch him and turn him in. Why? 'Cause he's 'evil'? Why not you tell me?"
Justin's voice was cold, and every word stung. He was annoyed, passionately defending himself against the accusations against his sanity, and his wild use of explosives.
Sydney was so mad by the time that he was done, that she could have smacked him right across the face. She would have too, if she wasn't so sure that it would just make the conversation worse.
"Lupin's murders were an ACCIDENT. He would NEVER do anything like that on purpose. He always felt so bad after he hurt someone. He loved his students, and the Gryffindors above the rest, but he loved you most of all. He would have given anything to get your parents back, but he couldn't. Just leave him alone. He spent his whole life fighting against Voldemort and trying to save people's lives. Don't ever say bad things about him!!" Sydney herself had loved Lupin, almost like a second father. He was always warm and kind, and he had helped them on their adventures at Hogwarts. If it had been anyone else talking about him like that, Syd would have threatened their life right then. But Justin had a bit of a reason to be mad at him, so she let it go. She took a deep breath and tried to rationally explain what happened to him, still enraged.
"Stealing money just to burn it won't make the world less greedy. They'll only make more money. All you did is scare a bunch of people, and then kill them, even if it was by accident. You shouldn't have even been carrying around that bomb. What were you thinking!?! Plus, there are those of the humans in that world that can only survive because of that money. They can't just go off into the wilderness or to Middle Earth and leave society behind. They have children or other things that tie them where they are. It's not their fault. I totally agree with you that the world needs changed, but you're going about changing it the wrong way. You.... you...... are just so......... inconsiderate!!"
Sydney screamed in rage and threw a fire-ball at a near by tree. It didn't burn, but gave the impression that it was on fire. She started again, in a softer tone. As she spoke, the fire went out and the tree returned to normal.
"I'm sorry if I didn't understand you Justin. I tried, really I did. You were my favorite person to be with in Hogwarts. Do you even remember who I am? Sydney Marzock, Gryffindor. I was in band with you... Played the trumpet. I was on the Quidditch team with you too. I was keeper when you were chaser. We were the only two who gave each other a challenge when we flew. We went on a quest with Lee and the kid on horseback and tromped all over Middle Earth with Aragorn and Legolas so that we could find the Grail and the Scroll and the boy and the Harp and the boy's sword and all that stuff that happened before. I can't believe you don't remember any of that. We got attacked by Voldemort because of my twin brother Sam." Justin still looked blankly back at her. Sydney dropped her arms to her side and sighed. "Well, if you don't even remember me, then don't ever try and say that I didn't try to understand you. But everyone has limits. I loved you Justin. You were probably my best friend at Hogwarts. It was really, really hard after you left. Lupin tried to kill himself because he thought that you were mad at him, and wouldn't ever talk to him again. Does that make you feel better? Do you even care how much you hurt other people in your life? Hope, your sister, cares about you too, but she understands better than anyone else ever could. She felt the same pain, and she just has that way with people..." Sydney let her voice trail off. She slid down the trunk of the tree she had set on fire and laid her head back against it.
"I never said you were evil, but you sure are acting like it. You used to be a great person. Since you went back to America, something changed. Don't try to tell me it is just the American way, because don't forget, I'm American too. You always worked for the underdog, as long as his intentions were good when we were kids. That's one reason why I respected you. I'm taking you to the Ministry now Justin, because you killed people. Innocent people. They didn't do anything... most of them anyhow. There are better ways to deal with those that aren't innocent. That's why I was there in the first place. Following some guy that was plotting to kill a bunch of wizards. You ended it though, and I hope his plans died along with him. I won't be able to find the organization again."
"So you're still taking me to the Ministry then?" Justin spat.
"I should but I won't. I would take you to the American Government, but I don't feel like acting like a Muggle and hauling you back to the States without blowing up something else. If you dislike the Ministry so much, then we'll leave the Muggle world, and the magical governments here. We'll go back to Middle Earth and you'll be dealt with there. The King of Gondor will either make you talk or be put in jail there. You have a few days to decide weather or not you want to act like you're sane when we get there. Now, I can tie you up and Apperate to Bree where Aragorn and I had plans for a meeting anyhow, or you can come along with me and walk right through that cave. It's up to you."
Sydney stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave. She turned and watched Justin as he growled and shook his head.
"Fine!" he spat, getting to his feet. "Do you think you can just take me to some shrink from Middle Earth and he'll fix me. Go ahead. Just so you know, the last person who judged my mental ability found me legally insane. Murdering innocents was not what I planned to do. It's not my fault that stupid cop got in the way and you distracted me. Killing off those who break the code is not murder. There are more weres and vamps that aren't as nice as me. Ridding the world of a Vampyre is not exactly what I call an illegal act... Sydney, was it? Vampyres are nearly as bad as humans..."
Sydney snorted and shook her head. (41)
Sydney Kiss
Chapter 3
Of Professors, Greed, and Americans
Note : I would like to announce that I know I am a horrible speller, as you may have realized by now. I do not wish to pay attention to grammar. I write in the same style that people around me speak, to make it more real. My spell-checker is really bad, and it does not pick up some stuff. If you notice spelling errors, please post them. If you notice grammar errors, you can post them too, and I will reply to you to tell you if they are purposeful or if they really are an accident so I can change them. Read, reveiw, and have fun! Puhleaze lemme know, and ENJOY!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
"Lupin killed my parents." Justin growled, narrowing his eyes. "And no I don't. So what? No one ever understood me. None of you really cared. You're all so shallow, just led on by the desire to have more of whatever it is you already have. As for robbing the bank, it was just a show of how simple it all is. It is a big thing to those who love money and power, but I was just going to burn it anyhow. I have no need for money. Greed controls the people of our time, just as it does your precious Ministry. At least in America others can see this. Here, ohhhh, the big bad wolf robs a bank and all the heroes catch him and turn him in. Why? 'Cause he's 'evil'? Why not you tell me?"
Justin's voice was cold, and every word stung. He was annoyed, passionately defending himself against the accusations against his sanity, and his wild use of explosives.
Sydney was so mad by the time that he was done, that she could have smacked him right across the face. She would have too, if she wasn't so sure that it would just make the conversation worse.
"Lupin's murders were an ACCIDENT. He would NEVER do anything like that on purpose. He always felt so bad after he hurt someone. He loved his students, and the Gryffindors above the rest, but he loved you most of all. He would have given anything to get your parents back, but he couldn't. Just leave him alone. He spent his whole life fighting against Voldemort and trying to save people's lives. Don't ever say bad things about him!!" Sydney herself had loved Lupin, almost like a second father. He was always warm and kind, and he had helped them on their adventures at Hogwarts. If it had been anyone else talking about him like that, Syd would have threatened their life right then. But Justin had a bit of a reason to be mad at him, so she let it go. She took a deep breath and tried to rationally explain what happened to him, still enraged.
"Stealing money just to burn it won't make the world less greedy. They'll only make more money. All you did is scare a bunch of people, and then kill them, even if it was by accident. You shouldn't have even been carrying around that bomb. What were you thinking!?! Plus, there are those of the humans in that world that can only survive because of that money. They can't just go off into the wilderness or to Middle Earth and leave society behind. They have children or other things that tie them where they are. It's not their fault. I totally agree with you that the world needs changed, but you're going about changing it the wrong way. You.... you...... are just so......... inconsiderate!!"
Sydney screamed in rage and threw a fire-ball at a near by tree. It didn't burn, but gave the impression that it was on fire. She started again, in a softer tone. As she spoke, the fire went out and the tree returned to normal.
"I'm sorry if I didn't understand you Justin. I tried, really I did. You were my favorite person to be with in Hogwarts. Do you even remember who I am? Sydney Marzock, Gryffindor. I was in band with you... Played the trumpet. I was on the Quidditch team with you too. I was keeper when you were chaser. We were the only two who gave each other a challenge when we flew. We went on a quest with Lee and the kid on horseback and tromped all over Middle Earth with Aragorn and Legolas so that we could find the Grail and the Scroll and the boy and the Harp and the boy's sword and all that stuff that happened before. I can't believe you don't remember any of that. We got attacked by Voldemort because of my twin brother Sam." Justin still looked blankly back at her. Sydney dropped her arms to her side and sighed. "Well, if you don't even remember me, then don't ever try and say that I didn't try to understand you. But everyone has limits. I loved you Justin. You were probably my best friend at Hogwarts. It was really, really hard after you left. Lupin tried to kill himself because he thought that you were mad at him, and wouldn't ever talk to him again. Does that make you feel better? Do you even care how much you hurt other people in your life? Hope, your sister, cares about you too, but she understands better than anyone else ever could. She felt the same pain, and she just has that way with people..." Sydney let her voice trail off. She slid down the trunk of the tree she had set on fire and laid her head back against it.
"I never said you were evil, but you sure are acting like it. You used to be a great person. Since you went back to America, something changed. Don't try to tell me it is just the American way, because don't forget, I'm American too. You always worked for the underdog, as long as his intentions were good when we were kids. That's one reason why I respected you. I'm taking you to the Ministry now Justin, because you killed people. Innocent people. They didn't do anything... most of them anyhow. There are better ways to deal with those that aren't innocent. That's why I was there in the first place. Following some guy that was plotting to kill a bunch of wizards. You ended it though, and I hope his plans died along with him. I won't be able to find the organization again."
"So you're still taking me to the Ministry then?" Justin spat.
"I should but I won't. I would take you to the American Government, but I don't feel like acting like a Muggle and hauling you back to the States without blowing up something else. If you dislike the Ministry so much, then we'll leave the Muggle world, and the magical governments here. We'll go back to Middle Earth and you'll be dealt with there. The King of Gondor will either make you talk or be put in jail there. You have a few days to decide weather or not you want to act like you're sane when we get there. Now, I can tie you up and Apperate to Bree where Aragorn and I had plans for a meeting anyhow, or you can come along with me and walk right through that cave. It's up to you."
Sydney stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave. She turned and watched Justin as he growled and shook his head.
"Fine!" he spat, getting to his feet. "Do you think you can just take me to some shrink from Middle Earth and he'll fix me. Go ahead. Just so you know, the last person who judged my mental ability found me legally insane. Murdering innocents was not what I planned to do. It's not my fault that stupid cop got in the way and you distracted me. Killing off those who break the code is not murder. There are more weres and vamps that aren't as nice as me. Ridding the world of a Vampyre is not exactly what I call an illegal act... Sydney, was it? Vampyres are nearly as bad as humans..."
Sydney snorted and shook her head. (41)