Title: The Fox and the Hound (3/?)
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 will probably develop into mild SLASH. You've been warned...). This will also have 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.
Chapter Three: "My Life as a Muggle" by Ronald Weasley
Ron's forehead was getting extremely sore. He had never slapped his hand to it so many times than in this last hour spent with Harry "I have no memories to speak of" Potter.
As soon as Ginny opened her eyes, Harry had stuck out his hand and said rather brightly, "Hi, I'm Harry. Pleased to meet you."
Ginny had promptly fainted dead away.
And the forehead slapping commenced.
"Harry! You *know* Ginny!" Ron said exasperatedly. "Remember how I told you that everyone we see will most likely already know you, but they won't know that you don't have your memory so you'll look completely *mad* by introducing yourself?"
"Oh, yeah." Harry said, looking sheepish.
Ron floated Ginny back through the chamber to where they had left Lockhart in a full-body bind. He was awake, and his eyes were darting around frantically though he couldn't move anything else.
"Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley? Gilderoy?"
'I never thought I'd be so glad to hear McGonagall's voice shouting at me,' Ron thought.
"We're all here, Professor. And we have Ginny!" Ron shouted back to her through the fallen wall of rubble.
"Get everyone away from the rocks, Mr. Weasley. We're coming to get you," said a kindly male voice.
'Dumbledore's here, too. *He'll* know how to get Harry's memory back... Hopefully.'
Harry helped Ron move Ginny and Lockhart, and they leaned over them to protect their faces from any debris. Then he heard several voices shout "Incendio," and when he looked up, the towering wall of fallen rocks was gone leaving a bunch of smoke and dust in its place.
Three figures made their way toward them through the haze, and Ron told Harry who they were as quickly and quietly as he could.
"The greasy git on the left with the black hair is Professor Snape. He hates you, you hate him; it's this whole big thing. The one in the middle is Professor Dumbledore. He's the headmaster. We like him. The woman is Professor McGonagall, she's strict, but we like her, too." Ron whispered. "I'll do the talking."
Ron still didn't trust Professor Snape, no matter who had really been trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone last year, and he didn't think he should know about Harry's "condition" right away. Or at all. Unless under close supervision. By many Aurors.
Dumbledore and McGonagall were leaning down to examine Ginny, while Snape peered curiously between Lockhart, who was still unable to move; Ron, who was looking at all three professors very nervously; and Harry, who was looking just as curiously at him.
"Why is there a professor in a full-body bind, Mr. Weasley?" Barked Professor Snape. "And why is Potter just staring about? What really happened here?"
"Now, Severus, we are going to get everyone out of this abysmal cavern before we interrogate. Innocent until proven guilty, remember?" Dumbledore laid a hand on Snape's shoulder and motioned for the boys to follow them. He was levitating Lockhart, while McGonagall levitated Ginny at the back of the group.
Snape kept glancing back at Harry curiously, and as always when Snape looked at Harry, with more than a little malice.
'Potter has yet to say a word, when it is usually impossible to keep his mouth shut. Weasley looks very guilty about something, while Potter has a rather blank look about him. What would make them think they had to bind a teacher, even one as annoying as Lockhart?' Snape was musing.
Dumbledore levitated each of them up through the sink in the 2nd floor girls' bathroom. McGonagall set Ginny down to levitate the headmaster because, after all, even a powerful wizard could accidentally float himself into a bit of pipe sticking out.
Moaning Myrtle waved at Harry and giggled, and Dumbledore waved back at her and said, "Once again, thank you for your help Myrtle. We couldn't have found them without you."
Myrtle turned an odd shade of silver, slightly darker than her normal translucent hue, and Ron guessed that she must be blushing. Harry was staring at her with his mouth agape. Ron quickly elbowed him and they kept walking toward the hospital wing.
But Snape had noticed Harry staring as if he had never seen a ghost before, let alone Myrtle, who clearly knew him. 'Curious,' he thought.
The group reached the infirmary, and placed the two "patients" on beds. Ginny had awakened, notably embarrassed about recent events, but otherwise unharmed. Madame Pomfrey and her parents began to fuss over her, while Lockhart's eyes continue to roll about, frantically trying to get someone to un-charm him.
After telling Harry to lie on a bed and asking Snape to watch him, Dumbledore lead Ron out into the corridor before he could protest.
"Ron, I have a feeling there's something you need to tell me," Dumbledore said, in that benevolent grandfather way he has.
"Right, sir," Ron said. He gulped and then continued. "We went to find Lockhart..."
"Start from the Chamber of Secret's events, please." Dumbledore interrupts. "We know that Lockhart was going to leave and you stopped him, forcing him into the chamber. Myrtle told us what she saw and overheard in her bathroom."
"Right then." Ron continued. "When we got into the chamber, we saw a huge Basilisk skin... Wait, sir! The basilisk! It's still down there!"
"Calm down, Mr. Weasley. The other professors and I will take care of that shortly. It wasn't chasing you through the cavern, so I shall assume that it is adequately contained at the moment. Continue please."
Ron told Dumbledore about the entire ordeal with Tom Riddle in the chamber, but he omitted certain things, not ready to fess up to losing The-Boy-Who- Lived and all his memories. When he was done, Dumbledore chuckled lightly.
'He *is* nutters!' Ron thought.
"Tom Riddle is Voldemort's real name, Ron." Ron gasped at this and his eyes were about to pop out of his skull, but Dumbledore continued. "And Harry frightened and distracted him simply by being overly polite." He paused, and his eyes lost a little of their trademark glimmer. "But Mr. Weasley, unless I'm mistaken, you are leaving out some very important parts of the story."
Ron gulped. It felt like a chocolate frog had been buried alive in his throat and was fighting to free itself. He reluctantly filled in the parts he had skipped, mentally preparing himself for imminent banishment from the magical community.
When he was finished, Dumbledore was not chuckling.
"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do for Harry, Ron. Memory charms that strong cannot be broken without the recipient going mad." He said sadly.
And then the babbling started.
"But sir! You have to fix him! He's my best friend! And the whole wizarding world is going to blame me, and I'll be disowned, and I'll be forced to live as a muggle in the street..."
"Calm yourself, Mr. Weasley. He can still have his memories back."
Ron paused, head cocked to one side. "How? What? How?"
"Three excellent questions. We have to tell them to him, one at a time, exactly as they happened. It is very dangerous to leave him as he is because he knows no enemies and will believe anything anyone tells him to be absolute truth."
"Would it change him much, to hear something differently than how it happened?" Ron asked, worried about the git of all gits who was currently watching Harry.
"Mr. Weasley, we are as greatly defined by the experiences we live through as we are by our very personalities. Without his experiences, Harry would develop into a different person."
Unbeknownst to student and teacher, pale ears attached to a pale blond head had just tuned in to their every word.
TBC
A/N: An extra loud shout out goes to Gazzerin for being my first and only actual reviewer! Yay! And I'm happy that this is original. Even if it is "bullshit" at least I have originality on my side. Go me. Oh, and I hope by adding "Alternative Universe" to the summary, it will seem less weird to people. I totally forgot that at first. My bad. More fun to come. D and H will soon... Bang? Bond? Kill one another? Kill Ron? Join the circus? Stay tuned (
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 will probably develop into mild SLASH. You've been warned...). This will also have 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.
Chapter Three: "My Life as a Muggle" by Ronald Weasley
Ron's forehead was getting extremely sore. He had never slapped his hand to it so many times than in this last hour spent with Harry "I have no memories to speak of" Potter.
As soon as Ginny opened her eyes, Harry had stuck out his hand and said rather brightly, "Hi, I'm Harry. Pleased to meet you."
Ginny had promptly fainted dead away.
And the forehead slapping commenced.
"Harry! You *know* Ginny!" Ron said exasperatedly. "Remember how I told you that everyone we see will most likely already know you, but they won't know that you don't have your memory so you'll look completely *mad* by introducing yourself?"
"Oh, yeah." Harry said, looking sheepish.
Ron floated Ginny back through the chamber to where they had left Lockhart in a full-body bind. He was awake, and his eyes were darting around frantically though he couldn't move anything else.
"Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley? Gilderoy?"
'I never thought I'd be so glad to hear McGonagall's voice shouting at me,' Ron thought.
"We're all here, Professor. And we have Ginny!" Ron shouted back to her through the fallen wall of rubble.
"Get everyone away from the rocks, Mr. Weasley. We're coming to get you," said a kindly male voice.
'Dumbledore's here, too. *He'll* know how to get Harry's memory back... Hopefully.'
Harry helped Ron move Ginny and Lockhart, and they leaned over them to protect their faces from any debris. Then he heard several voices shout "Incendio," and when he looked up, the towering wall of fallen rocks was gone leaving a bunch of smoke and dust in its place.
Three figures made their way toward them through the haze, and Ron told Harry who they were as quickly and quietly as he could.
"The greasy git on the left with the black hair is Professor Snape. He hates you, you hate him; it's this whole big thing. The one in the middle is Professor Dumbledore. He's the headmaster. We like him. The woman is Professor McGonagall, she's strict, but we like her, too." Ron whispered. "I'll do the talking."
Ron still didn't trust Professor Snape, no matter who had really been trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone last year, and he didn't think he should know about Harry's "condition" right away. Or at all. Unless under close supervision. By many Aurors.
Dumbledore and McGonagall were leaning down to examine Ginny, while Snape peered curiously between Lockhart, who was still unable to move; Ron, who was looking at all three professors very nervously; and Harry, who was looking just as curiously at him.
"Why is there a professor in a full-body bind, Mr. Weasley?" Barked Professor Snape. "And why is Potter just staring about? What really happened here?"
"Now, Severus, we are going to get everyone out of this abysmal cavern before we interrogate. Innocent until proven guilty, remember?" Dumbledore laid a hand on Snape's shoulder and motioned for the boys to follow them. He was levitating Lockhart, while McGonagall levitated Ginny at the back of the group.
Snape kept glancing back at Harry curiously, and as always when Snape looked at Harry, with more than a little malice.
'Potter has yet to say a word, when it is usually impossible to keep his mouth shut. Weasley looks very guilty about something, while Potter has a rather blank look about him. What would make them think they had to bind a teacher, even one as annoying as Lockhart?' Snape was musing.
Dumbledore levitated each of them up through the sink in the 2nd floor girls' bathroom. McGonagall set Ginny down to levitate the headmaster because, after all, even a powerful wizard could accidentally float himself into a bit of pipe sticking out.
Moaning Myrtle waved at Harry and giggled, and Dumbledore waved back at her and said, "Once again, thank you for your help Myrtle. We couldn't have found them without you."
Myrtle turned an odd shade of silver, slightly darker than her normal translucent hue, and Ron guessed that she must be blushing. Harry was staring at her with his mouth agape. Ron quickly elbowed him and they kept walking toward the hospital wing.
But Snape had noticed Harry staring as if he had never seen a ghost before, let alone Myrtle, who clearly knew him. 'Curious,' he thought.
The group reached the infirmary, and placed the two "patients" on beds. Ginny had awakened, notably embarrassed about recent events, but otherwise unharmed. Madame Pomfrey and her parents began to fuss over her, while Lockhart's eyes continue to roll about, frantically trying to get someone to un-charm him.
After telling Harry to lie on a bed and asking Snape to watch him, Dumbledore lead Ron out into the corridor before he could protest.
"Ron, I have a feeling there's something you need to tell me," Dumbledore said, in that benevolent grandfather way he has.
"Right, sir," Ron said. He gulped and then continued. "We went to find Lockhart..."
"Start from the Chamber of Secret's events, please." Dumbledore interrupts. "We know that Lockhart was going to leave and you stopped him, forcing him into the chamber. Myrtle told us what she saw and overheard in her bathroom."
"Right then." Ron continued. "When we got into the chamber, we saw a huge Basilisk skin... Wait, sir! The basilisk! It's still down there!"
"Calm down, Mr. Weasley. The other professors and I will take care of that shortly. It wasn't chasing you through the cavern, so I shall assume that it is adequately contained at the moment. Continue please."
Ron told Dumbledore about the entire ordeal with Tom Riddle in the chamber, but he omitted certain things, not ready to fess up to losing The-Boy-Who- Lived and all his memories. When he was done, Dumbledore chuckled lightly.
'He *is* nutters!' Ron thought.
"Tom Riddle is Voldemort's real name, Ron." Ron gasped at this and his eyes were about to pop out of his skull, but Dumbledore continued. "And Harry frightened and distracted him simply by being overly polite." He paused, and his eyes lost a little of their trademark glimmer. "But Mr. Weasley, unless I'm mistaken, you are leaving out some very important parts of the story."
Ron gulped. It felt like a chocolate frog had been buried alive in his throat and was fighting to free itself. He reluctantly filled in the parts he had skipped, mentally preparing himself for imminent banishment from the magical community.
When he was finished, Dumbledore was not chuckling.
"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do for Harry, Ron. Memory charms that strong cannot be broken without the recipient going mad." He said sadly.
And then the babbling started.
"But sir! You have to fix him! He's my best friend! And the whole wizarding world is going to blame me, and I'll be disowned, and I'll be forced to live as a muggle in the street..."
"Calm yourself, Mr. Weasley. He can still have his memories back."
Ron paused, head cocked to one side. "How? What? How?"
"Three excellent questions. We have to tell them to him, one at a time, exactly as they happened. It is very dangerous to leave him as he is because he knows no enemies and will believe anything anyone tells him to be absolute truth."
"Would it change him much, to hear something differently than how it happened?" Ron asked, worried about the git of all gits who was currently watching Harry.
"Mr. Weasley, we are as greatly defined by the experiences we live through as we are by our very personalities. Without his experiences, Harry would develop into a different person."
Unbeknownst to student and teacher, pale ears attached to a pale blond head had just tuned in to their every word.
TBC
A/N: An extra loud shout out goes to Gazzerin for being my first and only actual reviewer! Yay! And I'm happy that this is original. Even if it is "bullshit" at least I have originality on my side. Go me. Oh, and I hope by adding "Alternative Universe" to the summary, it will seem less weird to people. I totally forgot that at first. My bad. More fun to come. D and H will soon... Bang? Bond? Kill one another? Kill Ron? Join the circus? Stay tuned (