Title: The Fox and the Hound (1/?)
Author: Lisa (Snapdragongrrl@aol.com)
Rating: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The Harry Potter Universe and all who reside within belong to the great and powerful JK Rowling, whose shoes I am not fit to lick. (Also, Disney owns the title.) Oh, and while this ISN'T a crossover with "Buffy," some of my writing may be influenced by it, and all credit due goes to Joss Whedon.
PAIRINGS: Harry/Draco (Only friendship at first, but it may develop into mild SLASH. You've been warned...). There may also be some Ron/Hermione, because it's unavoidable.
SUMMARY: Much like the cartoon the title comes from, this story is about two best friends who didn't know they were supposed to be enemies. Okay, so maybe one of them knew and tricked the other one into being his friend, but it's the same basic idea. Starts at the end of CoS.
SPOILERS: Just to be safe: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF. I've taken what you know to have happened in the Chamber of Secrets and screwed it all around for my amusement (and hopefully yours, too).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've never written a fanfic in my life. If you think I suck, please tell me. Even more helpful, though, would be to tell me how to "not" suck or to offer to Beta. Oh, and if you love it, tell me that too, please. ( By the way, if this has been done before, "My bad." I haven't read anything like this, but that doesn't mean it isn't out there. So mucho credit to anyone who's ever written a fic resembling this one in any way.
DISTRIBUTION: Want? Tell me. Then comes the taking and the having.
DEDICATION: To my roommate and best friend Min, who yelled at me and told me to get off my arse and stop reading so many fics and start writing some, and who said she would actually read it if I did, even though fanfic is "nerdy."
Chapter One: Inside the Chamber of (Forgotten) Secrets
Gilderoy Lockhart couldn't believe his luck.
The-Boy-Who-Lived had just become The-Boy-Who-Had-Left-His-Wand-on-the- Ground.
Harry Potter had knelt down next to a freshly shed Basilisk skin and was examining it when he put his wand down to touch it. He pondered how one could even *harm* a beast this size, let alone kill it, and was getting pretty worried.
While Harry was thinking about his imminent death, Ron Weasley paced and thought of how best to save his sister. He had a tentative plan but, as this was usually Harry's area of expertise, he was reluctant to say anything.
"Harry," Ron started. "I sorta have this idea..."
He was interrupted, though, because when Harry turned to look at his best friend, Professor Lockhart saw his opening and took it.
"A-ha!" Lockhart said, not very creatively as he wasn't terribly bright.
Harry and Ron turned to see Professor Lockhart pointing Harry's wand at them and cackling rather madly.
"Now, who would like a blank slate first?" Lockhart asked. "The public would be terribly sad to learn that two young, innocent boys lost their minds in the Chamber of Secrets, but I should think they would be notably more upset by losing you, Harry. After all, what good is The-Boy-Who-Lived if he can't even remember his name, or that he's a wizard?"
Harry and Ron glanced at each other uneasily, but had no time to do anything before Lockhart shouted "OBLIVIATE," and Harry's world went dark.
The force of the spell sent Harry's unconscious form flying into the cavern wall and then slumping to the ground.
Apparently the archaic cavern wasn't used to such force hitting it because it started to cave-in. Ron dragged Harry away from the rain of rocks starting to tumble down, while Lockhart, brain that he is, looked up and wondered what all the rumbling was about.
"Get down!" Ron shouted at Professor Lockhart. And Lockhart did. But only because he was hit by a bludger-sized rock and rendered unconscious.
The cave-in had successfully trapped them all on the same side, close to the rather Slytherin-looking door that Ron assumed led to things much worse than rockslides and memory charms. He looked around to assess the damage, saw that his two companions were not rejoining the land of the cognizant anytime soon, and groaned in frustration.
"Why me?" He grumbled as he tried to drag Lockhart over near Harry. "We'll never save Ginny like this." He took Harry's wand from Lockhart, cast a full-body bind on the professor to keep him out of trouble, and put the wand into the pocket of his now-filthy robes.
About twenty minutes passed, and Harry awoke to see a tall red-haired boy pacing by a huge, ugly door and mumbling.
"Hello?" He called out hesitantly.
Ron whipped around to see Harry sitting up and rubbing the back of his head where he had hit the wall. He ran over and kneeled beside his friend.
"Harry! Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Ugh, too loud, Red. Please don't shout."
"Red? Red?! Harry, who am I?" Ron said urgently, thinking that it would be just too ironic if the only thing Lockhart could do properly was a memory charm. They had thought he was only bluffing about his great memory charm abilities earlier in his classroom.
"I don't know, but I'm guessing that I'm Harry?" The dark-haired boy said, bewildered. "Why don't I even know who I am? You're a stranger, sure, but I should at least know who I am! What have you done to me?!"
Ron's face fell, and he started to do a most embarrassing thing: He cried.
With tears of defeat trickling down his freckled cheeks, Ron thought of the repercussions of life without his best friend.
His sister was going to die, and while he didn't know who to blame it on just yet, it didn't matter because it wouldn't save her or bring her back. His best friend might as well be dead, too. He would probably never be the same. And the entire wizarding world would know just who to blame that on. Him. For not saving Harry or not jumping in front of the spell. When Hermione was un-petrified, she would be devastated. She would hate him. He would have no friends at all. His mum and dad would disown him for disgracing the family name. He would have to live by his wits alone in the muggle world. He was doomed...
"Er, I'm sorry I yelled." Harry said, patting Ron's shoulder. "Please don't cry. Everything will be okay."
Ron looked up; his red-rimmed eyes stared at Harry. He was acting just like Harry would really act. Very polite, wanting to make everything better. Maybe there was hope yet.
Quickly Ron told Harry what had happened, leaving out a lot, of course, because they didn't have all day, but giving him the general gist. Harry was stuck on one thing, though.
"Magic is real? And I'm a wizard? I can do magic?" He said in a daze.
Ron, who was already to the important portion of the story, the part about his sister, was exasperated. "Yes, you're a wizard, so am I. We covered this already. Your name is Harry Potter, and I'm Ron Weasley. Our teacher, Professor Lockhart, made you lose your bloody memory, and we are down here to save my sister, Ginny!"
Harry looked up at this last part. A little girl was going to die. And he had to save her.
Ron saw the moment Harry's Gryffindor spirit emerged. There was a spark of concern in his green eyes with a smidge of determination and adventure. He was ready for The Plan.
Author: Lisa (Snapdragongrrl@aol.com)
Rating: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The Harry Potter Universe and all who reside within belong to the great and powerful JK Rowling, whose shoes I am not fit to lick. (Also, Disney owns the title.) Oh, and while this ISN'T a crossover with "Buffy," some of my writing may be influenced by it, and all credit due goes to Joss Whedon.
PAIRINGS: Harry/Draco (Only friendship at first, but it may develop into mild SLASH. You've been warned...). There may also be some Ron/Hermione, because it's unavoidable.
SUMMARY: Much like the cartoon the title comes from, this story is about two best friends who didn't know they were supposed to be enemies. Okay, so maybe one of them knew and tricked the other one into being his friend, but it's the same basic idea. Starts at the end of CoS.
SPOILERS: Just to be safe: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF. I've taken what you know to have happened in the Chamber of Secrets and screwed it all around for my amusement (and hopefully yours, too).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've never written a fanfic in my life. If you think I suck, please tell me. Even more helpful, though, would be to tell me how to "not" suck or to offer to Beta. Oh, and if you love it, tell me that too, please. ( By the way, if this has been done before, "My bad." I haven't read anything like this, but that doesn't mean it isn't out there. So mucho credit to anyone who's ever written a fic resembling this one in any way.
DISTRIBUTION: Want? Tell me. Then comes the taking and the having.
DEDICATION: To my roommate and best friend Min, who yelled at me and told me to get off my arse and stop reading so many fics and start writing some, and who said she would actually read it if I did, even though fanfic is "nerdy."
Chapter One: Inside the Chamber of (Forgotten) Secrets
Gilderoy Lockhart couldn't believe his luck.
The-Boy-Who-Lived had just become The-Boy-Who-Had-Left-His-Wand-on-the- Ground.
Harry Potter had knelt down next to a freshly shed Basilisk skin and was examining it when he put his wand down to touch it. He pondered how one could even *harm* a beast this size, let alone kill it, and was getting pretty worried.
While Harry was thinking about his imminent death, Ron Weasley paced and thought of how best to save his sister. He had a tentative plan but, as this was usually Harry's area of expertise, he was reluctant to say anything.
"Harry," Ron started. "I sorta have this idea..."
He was interrupted, though, because when Harry turned to look at his best friend, Professor Lockhart saw his opening and took it.
"A-ha!" Lockhart said, not very creatively as he wasn't terribly bright.
Harry and Ron turned to see Professor Lockhart pointing Harry's wand at them and cackling rather madly.
"Now, who would like a blank slate first?" Lockhart asked. "The public would be terribly sad to learn that two young, innocent boys lost their minds in the Chamber of Secrets, but I should think they would be notably more upset by losing you, Harry. After all, what good is The-Boy-Who-Lived if he can't even remember his name, or that he's a wizard?"
Harry and Ron glanced at each other uneasily, but had no time to do anything before Lockhart shouted "OBLIVIATE," and Harry's world went dark.
The force of the spell sent Harry's unconscious form flying into the cavern wall and then slumping to the ground.
Apparently the archaic cavern wasn't used to such force hitting it because it started to cave-in. Ron dragged Harry away from the rain of rocks starting to tumble down, while Lockhart, brain that he is, looked up and wondered what all the rumbling was about.
"Get down!" Ron shouted at Professor Lockhart. And Lockhart did. But only because he was hit by a bludger-sized rock and rendered unconscious.
The cave-in had successfully trapped them all on the same side, close to the rather Slytherin-looking door that Ron assumed led to things much worse than rockslides and memory charms. He looked around to assess the damage, saw that his two companions were not rejoining the land of the cognizant anytime soon, and groaned in frustration.
"Why me?" He grumbled as he tried to drag Lockhart over near Harry. "We'll never save Ginny like this." He took Harry's wand from Lockhart, cast a full-body bind on the professor to keep him out of trouble, and put the wand into the pocket of his now-filthy robes.
About twenty minutes passed, and Harry awoke to see a tall red-haired boy pacing by a huge, ugly door and mumbling.
"Hello?" He called out hesitantly.
Ron whipped around to see Harry sitting up and rubbing the back of his head where he had hit the wall. He ran over and kneeled beside his friend.
"Harry! Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Ugh, too loud, Red. Please don't shout."
"Red? Red?! Harry, who am I?" Ron said urgently, thinking that it would be just too ironic if the only thing Lockhart could do properly was a memory charm. They had thought he was only bluffing about his great memory charm abilities earlier in his classroom.
"I don't know, but I'm guessing that I'm Harry?" The dark-haired boy said, bewildered. "Why don't I even know who I am? You're a stranger, sure, but I should at least know who I am! What have you done to me?!"
Ron's face fell, and he started to do a most embarrassing thing: He cried.
With tears of defeat trickling down his freckled cheeks, Ron thought of the repercussions of life without his best friend.
His sister was going to die, and while he didn't know who to blame it on just yet, it didn't matter because it wouldn't save her or bring her back. His best friend might as well be dead, too. He would probably never be the same. And the entire wizarding world would know just who to blame that on. Him. For not saving Harry or not jumping in front of the spell. When Hermione was un-petrified, she would be devastated. She would hate him. He would have no friends at all. His mum and dad would disown him for disgracing the family name. He would have to live by his wits alone in the muggle world. He was doomed...
"Er, I'm sorry I yelled." Harry said, patting Ron's shoulder. "Please don't cry. Everything will be okay."
Ron looked up; his red-rimmed eyes stared at Harry. He was acting just like Harry would really act. Very polite, wanting to make everything better. Maybe there was hope yet.
Quickly Ron told Harry what had happened, leaving out a lot, of course, because they didn't have all day, but giving him the general gist. Harry was stuck on one thing, though.
"Magic is real? And I'm a wizard? I can do magic?" He said in a daze.
Ron, who was already to the important portion of the story, the part about his sister, was exasperated. "Yes, you're a wizard, so am I. We covered this already. Your name is Harry Potter, and I'm Ron Weasley. Our teacher, Professor Lockhart, made you lose your bloody memory, and we are down here to save my sister, Ginny!"
Harry looked up at this last part. A little girl was going to die. And he had to save her.
Ron saw the moment Harry's Gryffindor spirit emerged. There was a spark of concern in his green eyes with a smidge of determination and adventure. He was ready for The Plan.