Title: The Fox and the Hound (2/?)
Author: Lisa (Snapdragongrrl@aol.com)
Rating: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One.
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: See Chapter One.
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).
DISTRIBUTION: Want? Tell me. Then comes the taking and the having.
DEDICATIONS: To Anna, author of "Last Tango in Paris" (and the rest of that brilliant series) whose own memory charm started turning the rusty wheels in my head, and to Angelkate, author of the BtVS/HP crossover "The Stages" whose ending left me speechless, angry, heartbroken, and desperate to see a memory charm do something good for a change.
Chapter Two: Killing Him Softly
Sadly, The Plan only consisted of a very elementary distract and conquer move that Ron wasn't sure would work at all, but as Harry's grandest thought right now was 'How could magic really exist?', they had to go with it.
Ron decided to leave Lockhart where he was, and hope something big and nasty wanted a bite of him.
As they approached the door to the Chamber, Ron slapped his forehead. He hadn't figured out how to open it yet.
"Harry, remember how I said you can talk to snakes?"
"Yes, but I still think that's very silly. Who can actually *talk* to animals?"
"Well, just try it now." Ron practically growled. He pointed at the door and told Harry to pretend they were real snakes and command them to open it.
And it opened.
Harry stumbled back in shock.
"Yes, yes, I was right, wasn't I? Now come on."
Ron dragged Harry through the door, and after the last few whispered instructions, he disappeared behind the huge snake statues on the right side of the chamber.
Harry made his way slowly up the middle of the chamber. He stared at everything in awe until he saw a small red-haired girl lying on the floor in front of a huge statue of a very ugly man's face.
'That must be Ginny,' he thought, running forward and dropping by her side.
From his vantage point behind the snake statue closest to Harry and Ginny, Ron put his head in his hands and groaned softly. 'Still the hero, even with no memory of ever being one,' he thought.
Ron was trying to figure out how to get Harry away from Ginny, so he could Wingardium Leviosa her the heck out of there, when they were interrupted by a tall dark-haired boy emerging from the shadows at the opposite side of the chamber.
'That's who you're supposed to lead away from Ginny, you git! Walk over to him before he gets too close,' Ron thought, trying to send this message to Harry telepathically.
When Harry looked up and saw a boy scowling and coming towards him, he snapped into action, remembering that Ron said whoever was down here with Ginny was not their friend.
"Hello!" He said brightly. "How wonderful to see you!"
Ron was thinking just how well this plan was going to work, as he saw the other boy cock his head in confusion. Ron, taking a leaf out of his mother's book, was using the old adage "killing with kindness" as the safest distraction technique for The-Boy-Who-Had-No-Memory to use.
He had told Harry to be exceedingly polite to whoever was with Ginny, "Act like he or she is your long lost brother or sister." And Harry had pointed out that he didn't know who his brothers or sisters were and what if this was one of them? Ron had groaned and said it wasn't going to be a relative of his and to just trust him. Harry had blindly done so without question, which was kind of worrying to Ron, who could still remember all the people who would want to lie to Harry and hurt him.
Clearly, it was working though as the boy had no idea what to make of Harry's "It's tea time, shall we have some and chat about the weather" attitude.
Harry approached the other boy with his hand outstretched. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Harry Potter. And you are?"
"T-Tom Riddle." He said, befuddled, as his arm was nearly wrenched from its socket by Harry's exuberant handshake.
Seeing that Riddle was effectively distracted, Ron started to move Ginny slowly. He had her hovering only inches off the ground so she could be dropped without harm if Tom turned his way.
And he did.
*Splat*
Ron dropped Ginny in a puddle of water and ducked back behind the statue.
"What was that?" Riddle said, starting back toward Ginny.
"That?" Harry asked. "Maybe Ginny is waking up. I'm sure she could use some tea; it's awfully cold in here."
Harry grabbed Tom's arm and turned him completely away from Ginny.
"Where did you say you kept your tea things down here?"
Ron quickly levitated Ginny behind the statue with him, and saw that she had a diary clutched in her freezing hands. Ron pried it out and was staring at it when he heard Tom shouting.
Tom had twisted out of Harry's grasp and turned to see the floor in front of his ancestor's statue empty.
"Where is it? Where is the diary?"
Harry was confused. He wasn't angry about Ginny vanishing at all, just worried about some diary. 'Rather girly if you ask me,' he thought.
In a flash of brilliance so bright he must have been channeling Hermione somehow, Ron wondered what would happen if he destroyed the diary that was of obvious import to Riddle.
Removing from his robes the pocket knife his father had given him for his last birthday and vowing to never again tease his old man for loving muggles, he began to stab and tear at the pages of the diary. Black ink started to gush out all over his hands, but it seemed to be working.
"NO!" Tom Riddle screamed, enraged. He was clutching his middle where a strange yellow glow was piercing through him.
'It's quite pretty,' Harry thought. But began backing away anyway because, wizard or not, he was sure yellow light shouldn't burst through anyone's belly.
Ron closed the diary and managed to work the small knife through both covers.
Riddle disappeared in a myriad of screams, agonized moans, and bright flashes of light.
And then Ginny came to.
TBC
A/N: I have two more chapters already written, but if the majority of you think that I would be better at tying a cinderblock around my ankle and jumping off a bridge than continuing to write, I won't post anymore. But I do promise it will pick up, if you think it starts slow. Cus it does. And Draco is coming soon... in Chapter 4, if ya want it... ;)
Author: Lisa (Snapdragongrrl@aol.com)
Rating: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One.
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: See Chapter One.
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).
DISTRIBUTION: Want? Tell me. Then comes the taking and the having.
DEDICATIONS: To Anna, author of "Last Tango in Paris" (and the rest of that brilliant series) whose own memory charm started turning the rusty wheels in my head, and to Angelkate, author of the BtVS/HP crossover "The Stages" whose ending left me speechless, angry, heartbroken, and desperate to see a memory charm do something good for a change.
Chapter Two: Killing Him Softly
Sadly, The Plan only consisted of a very elementary distract and conquer move that Ron wasn't sure would work at all, but as Harry's grandest thought right now was 'How could magic really exist?', they had to go with it.
Ron decided to leave Lockhart where he was, and hope something big and nasty wanted a bite of him.
As they approached the door to the Chamber, Ron slapped his forehead. He hadn't figured out how to open it yet.
"Harry, remember how I said you can talk to snakes?"
"Yes, but I still think that's very silly. Who can actually *talk* to animals?"
"Well, just try it now." Ron practically growled. He pointed at the door and told Harry to pretend they were real snakes and command them to open it.
And it opened.
Harry stumbled back in shock.
"Yes, yes, I was right, wasn't I? Now come on."
Ron dragged Harry through the door, and after the last few whispered instructions, he disappeared behind the huge snake statues on the right side of the chamber.
Harry made his way slowly up the middle of the chamber. He stared at everything in awe until he saw a small red-haired girl lying on the floor in front of a huge statue of a very ugly man's face.
'That must be Ginny,' he thought, running forward and dropping by her side.
From his vantage point behind the snake statue closest to Harry and Ginny, Ron put his head in his hands and groaned softly. 'Still the hero, even with no memory of ever being one,' he thought.
Ron was trying to figure out how to get Harry away from Ginny, so he could Wingardium Leviosa her the heck out of there, when they were interrupted by a tall dark-haired boy emerging from the shadows at the opposite side of the chamber.
'That's who you're supposed to lead away from Ginny, you git! Walk over to him before he gets too close,' Ron thought, trying to send this message to Harry telepathically.
When Harry looked up and saw a boy scowling and coming towards him, he snapped into action, remembering that Ron said whoever was down here with Ginny was not their friend.
"Hello!" He said brightly. "How wonderful to see you!"
Ron was thinking just how well this plan was going to work, as he saw the other boy cock his head in confusion. Ron, taking a leaf out of his mother's book, was using the old adage "killing with kindness" as the safest distraction technique for The-Boy-Who-Had-No-Memory to use.
He had told Harry to be exceedingly polite to whoever was with Ginny, "Act like he or she is your long lost brother or sister." And Harry had pointed out that he didn't know who his brothers or sisters were and what if this was one of them? Ron had groaned and said it wasn't going to be a relative of his and to just trust him. Harry had blindly done so without question, which was kind of worrying to Ron, who could still remember all the people who would want to lie to Harry and hurt him.
Clearly, it was working though as the boy had no idea what to make of Harry's "It's tea time, shall we have some and chat about the weather" attitude.
Harry approached the other boy with his hand outstretched. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Harry Potter. And you are?"
"T-Tom Riddle." He said, befuddled, as his arm was nearly wrenched from its socket by Harry's exuberant handshake.
Seeing that Riddle was effectively distracted, Ron started to move Ginny slowly. He had her hovering only inches off the ground so she could be dropped without harm if Tom turned his way.
And he did.
*Splat*
Ron dropped Ginny in a puddle of water and ducked back behind the statue.
"What was that?" Riddle said, starting back toward Ginny.
"That?" Harry asked. "Maybe Ginny is waking up. I'm sure she could use some tea; it's awfully cold in here."
Harry grabbed Tom's arm and turned him completely away from Ginny.
"Where did you say you kept your tea things down here?"
Ron quickly levitated Ginny behind the statue with him, and saw that she had a diary clutched in her freezing hands. Ron pried it out and was staring at it when he heard Tom shouting.
Tom had twisted out of Harry's grasp and turned to see the floor in front of his ancestor's statue empty.
"Where is it? Where is the diary?"
Harry was confused. He wasn't angry about Ginny vanishing at all, just worried about some diary. 'Rather girly if you ask me,' he thought.
In a flash of brilliance so bright he must have been channeling Hermione somehow, Ron wondered what would happen if he destroyed the diary that was of obvious import to Riddle.
Removing from his robes the pocket knife his father had given him for his last birthday and vowing to never again tease his old man for loving muggles, he began to stab and tear at the pages of the diary. Black ink started to gush out all over his hands, but it seemed to be working.
"NO!" Tom Riddle screamed, enraged. He was clutching his middle where a strange yellow glow was piercing through him.
'It's quite pretty,' Harry thought. But began backing away anyway because, wizard or not, he was sure yellow light shouldn't burst through anyone's belly.
Ron closed the diary and managed to work the small knife through both covers.
Riddle disappeared in a myriad of screams, agonized moans, and bright flashes of light.
And then Ginny came to.
TBC
A/N: I have two more chapters already written, but if the majority of you think that I would be better at tying a cinderblock around my ankle and jumping off a bridge than continuing to write, I won't post anymore. But I do promise it will pick up, if you think it starts slow. Cus it does. And Draco is coming soon... in Chapter 4, if ya want it... ;)