Lemons on request! Lemons on request! Ask for smut and thou shalt receive! Seriously, I've already written it (or am in the process thereof), you just need to ask.
Author's Notes: I suck at romance. Every villain that I'm going to kill is dead, parents have been wrapped up in a neat little bundle, angst has been tied in, and now I have to write the sap and WAFF that you've been asking of me. Well, let me tell you, I have read and read and read sappy romantic stuff and just found it saccharine. It's not something I'm particularly adept at imitating, so please, at least read my post notes if you're so unsatisfied.
Oh… there's a lot of dialogue in this one. I tried to avoid it, I tried to keep my conversations to a minimum, I tried to show, not tell, but I have been defeated by habit. (Besides, there's not much action to be had right now… next chapter) I have given into the powers of conversation… sorry, I'm watching Captain Planet (Tee hee, Captain Planet has a mullet)… it's making me weird.
Disclaimers: They're not mine, they never will be. If you nice official looking people in black suits and ties read this, please acknowledge the sentence before this one and let a girl dream. I do no one (but perhaps myself) harm and I most definitely earn no profits from this. Wouldn't it be cool if I could though? I mean, wow, I'd be the first person in history to have a job that I love…
Review Responses:
FlowerFunLeah: Aren't mothers a pain in the ass? My mum bugged me about dishes when I was busy coughing up a lung. Anyway, I'm happy that you liked the Draco thing. I still don't think I got the emotion across though. I've always had issues with that, not conveying the desperation…. Yeah, I suck at emotions.
Weasley Wonders: You shall have your answers! I'm happy you liked it, I was trying to make my gruesome more gruesome, but my head wasn't functioning well enough. Ah well. Thanks ever so much for sticking with this story.
MedNar: Oh yay! New meat! Heh, sorry, that's my sick sense of humor coming through again. Anyway, what were you confused about? I don't know that I know the answer to your question. I don't know if the mass faith in the cross and the magic combined together to put power to the cross' punch but… I don't know. I think I was trying for more of a true love (or true dependence) concentrated through an instrument of magic thing but I might have botched it… I was pretty whipped. Anyhow, thanks masses for your review!
Lightning Rain: YAY! Hello there, I'm glad you like Scion, he's immortal, he's cute, he's petulant… yeah. I hope that his death hasn't been too traumatic for everyone, it was a bit… abrupt. Anyway, here's hoping you like the next one too.
Minnamo: You know, I think that I would have liked seeing Harry as a pet too, but not Scion's pet. Maybe later ^_~. I hope that Draco isn't too OOC, he's a little soft but given that he had the shit beat out of him, please forgive me.
TenshiNoKoori: Yeah, Malfoy is a chicken, I was hoping that he wasn't too OOC, frankly (given his detention in first year) I think he would have run but that's where slash and cannon differ. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, I hope he's not too… un Malfoyish in this chapter.
Emeline: … sometimes I just don't know how to respond. Anyway, thanks for reading.
DVM: I really would have liked to incorporate more of the vampire thing into Harry, and I still might ::rewrites chapter:: but… that might be difficult for what I have planned. I'm glad you thought that Harry was funny, I know I'd just have to squirm, I mean, EW! Unnecessary contact. I had no idea that Malfoy meant bad faith, that's pretty fascinating, and he really doesn't have faith in the cross, he's a bit like me, I think he thinks that because lots of other people have faith in god etc,, that using a cross to kick Scion's rear will work. Besides, maybe wearing something that close to your heart for almost 2 years makes it powerful somehow…. I dunno, I've been trying to explain it to myself since I wrote it. Anyway, thank you so much for the review ^_^.
KittenBabyGirl: I have no idea what's going to happen to Harry and Draco, I think for the first bit of this chapter (I miss the old format) I'll do an omnipresent third instead of a focused one…. I have a quaker parakeet (or a monk parakeet) named Pistachio (we call her anything from Chicken to Fruit Loop), she's a cute little thing, but she was on my shoulder one afternoon and she did the screechy thing right into my ear. I couldn't hear properly for a few hours. Stupid Chicken.
PS: I'm glad it was interesting, whenever I go back and read, I think, "Oh but I could have done so many things differently!" Anyway, it's not really about the reviews, I love them I really do, and for the most part I write for them, but I would finish this even if I didn't get them. If you have suggestions for my summary, (heh, the Veela part must stay, it's attention catching) let me know… I suck at summaries.
Jollinar: Good, I'm happy you thought it was cute (not too cute – I hope – as I keep torturing people). Danke! I knew how to say it, I really did, but I couldn't decide if it was spelled Danke or Danka… heh. Thanks for letting me know.
Lady-Willowish: I could feed the barrel of monkeys to my bird! Yup, they're starting to care about each other, are you as excited as I am? Seriously, I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm excited about it.
Tuulikki: Aw, thanks. I know that you've been sick, and busy (isn't being sick and busy the worst?) so I appreciate you're thinking of me.
In Darkness Found, Light Revealed
Chapter 10: Dizzy
"H-Harry."
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The astronomy professor had spent hours cramped in the north tower, Mars was brilliant, the closest it had been in millennium. There was no particular reason why Mars had been so close for so long, and that is why he chose to spend his Saturday evening cooped up in an armchair with a telescope in his nearly-frozen, wrinkled old hands. He was almost reluctant to leave his seat, the surface of the planet had been seething for hours, but he was cold, and tired. A trip to the kitchen for some cocoa (with perhaps a spot of rum) would be just the thing to wake him up and warm him up, and so, having sacrificed watching the suddenly fascinating surface of Mars, he left the tower.
The last thing Professor Vector expected to find coming down the stairs, at four o'clock in the morning, as his old joints creaked was two teenaged boys, or what was left of them. It took about two minutes of panic and spinning around on the spot before Dumbledore arrived. The Headmaster of Hogwarts knew of everything that happened on his campus, and a good deal of things that didn't; in mere moments he had Draco and Harry floating up to the infirmary.
Dumbledore knew that he should have been wary that night when Harry went dashing out into the forest, but the Order of the Phoenix and his responsibilities to the school had been vying for attention, the dual effort was weighing on him. The Voldemort Activity, as it had been so inaptly named, was almost non-existent, he was concerned that his spies were being misled. Everyone knew of Voldemort's reemergence, so there was no reason for him to hide, but after three months of the murder and mayhem that everyone was expecting, Voldemort disappeared. For 18 months, no one heard a peep from their informants and the very few people on the inside were bored stiff.
To the contrary of expectations, Voldemort's silence terrified people, Ministry fireplaces were being flooed by the hundreds by frightened wizards and witches because their cats had gone missing. It had required a fine balance of citizen awareness and damage control to keep the whole situation from exploding into the Muggle world, Dumbledore could not be bothered with a teenaged boy's romantic problems. The Forbidden Forest had been emptied of many of the dangerous inhabitants that had flocked around Hogwarts for centuries, the monsters found there were few and far between. The Werewolf act of 1845 had provided many half-human beings with jobs and homes, there was no reason for them to stay in the forest. Because of this, when Harry paid a visit to the forest, Dumbledore was sure he was capable of handling whatever was in there.
He was mistaken and suffering for every moment of it. There was only so much he could do in the field of medicine, he stopped the bleeding, or tried to, but there wasn't much more to stop. He watched by nervously as Madame Pomfrey tried healing Harry with spells and failed, he accidentally stuck his head in the fire seconds before the spell on the floo powder activated – setting his beard on fire – when he called St. Mungo's to retrieve a Muggle specialist. He stared in amazement when the doctor from St. Mungo's gave Harry an IV and 6 pints of blood. He felt guilty as he realized why Harry had bled so much, when his only obvious injuries were a lump on the head and a puncture in his neck.
Mister Malfoy hadn't received attention until Madame Pomfrey decided that she could do nothing for Harry. It may have been a bit prejudiced, but Dumbledore didn't stop to think about the unfairness of double standards despite the fact that Malfoy's involvement was entirely his fault. Until Voldemort died, they needed Harry, and as much as it pained him, Mister Malfoy was expendable. They were both unconscious, both closer to death than any seventeen year old should be.
He would inform the students in the morning, already planning the speech in his head. "Students, we have reason to believe that there may be vampire activity in the Forbidden Forest, I would like to take this time to remind all students that they are, indeed, forbidden to enter the Forbidden Forest for obvious reasons. Please be cautious at all times, and do not wander near the forest without permission." It should be warning enough, the whole school had been set on their ears by Voldemort so that only the most foolhardy students would go into the forest; with his additional warning, no one would dare.
Of course, giving a specific title to the dangers in the forest would alert further suspicion. The students were far from stupid; there would be ardent curiosity and widespread panic when they realized Harry Potter was involved. The poor boy had a knack for being feared, everyone would suspect he was a vampire until he began attending classes again. Dumbledore knew that none of his reassurances to the student body, or even the teachers, would go very far to subdue the terror, it would be the Chamber of Secrets relived… again. Garlic amulets would be the latest fashion, crosses and silver would be sent from home in a maelstrom of owls, students would be whispering in the halls about the newly made vampire for months to come. It had the potential to be a disaster until Dumbledore could ascertain the problem and fix it.
Dumbledore could hear the rumors flying around the corridors already, "I heard that Potter is a vampire, they're keeping him in the dungeons…" To which Miss Granger would counter, "He's in the hospital wing, there are plenty of windows." Then the unnamed speaker, most probably Ernie McMillan – the boy spread rumors like knives spread margarine – "Why then? There's not a scratch on him!" Miss Granger would not have a response for this, and the rumors would continue to circulate. Or, during one of the many altercations between Gryffindor and Slytherin, some unfounded accusation would be flung in Harry's direction. "The damned Potty joined the dark forces and attacked poor Draco!" "Is that true? Could Harry have joined Voldemort?" "Why attack the ferret, he's in their inner circle isn't he?" "But what about the vampire!?"
There would be definite repercussions for his negligence, if he had only paid more attention to Harry instead of getting wrapped up in the worries of the Order, there were no reports of Voldemort activity because there was no Voldemort activity. Wizarding magic did not work on vampires, it worked on Voldemort, he should have been more concerned. He had been fighting the Forbidden forest for far longer than he'd been fighting Voldemort, his priorities were off. It was still his school; he should have been able to sense the beast's presence. Somehow. He would have to wait for Mister Malfoy to wake up before he heard the full story.
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Oh god, dizzy. He was so dizzy, what was this? Where was he? For the first time in a long time he felt… warm, comfortable. Was he in heaven, had he died? Was he ever alive? Or was this just a pleasant dream, filled with everything he ever wanted? What had he wanted? Did he want to wake up?
"Potter?" Was his name 'Potter,' there were so many things that he almost remembered, was 'Potter' one of them? "Wake up Potter." That voice, it was on the brink of his memories, commanding, arrogant, manipulative, it was so familiar! He hated the tone in that voice, he knew he didn't hate the person that owned that voice, but he hated the tone and he couldn't for the life of him remember who it belonged to.
"Leeve me alne Mafoy…" His tongue felt like a cotton pad. Malfoy? Who was Malfoy? Was Malfoy the voice? Malfoy was a jerk. He cracked one eye open to see who this Malfoy was, but found that he couldn't see much at all… "Where are my glasses?"
"Merlin, Potter, are you really that dense?" A pair of thick, spello-taped, plastic frames entered his field of vision, then immediately improved it.
"Actually Mister Potter," That voice was familiar also, with a wince Harry realized that he wasn't alone with Malfoy. Every time he'd woken up in the infirmary, Dumbledore had been there, this occasion was no different. "Mister Malfoy informs me that you've had quite an adventure. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, you'll have another interesting scar to show for it."
Harry did his best to sit up and glare at Dumbledore, but he failed miserably. This man had done everything in his power to keep potentially life-saving information away from him, he continuously stuck his nose in Harry's business only to fail when Harry needed him the most. The whole catastrophe with Scion could have been avoided by just a little meddling, but Dumbledore had pointedly ignored him all year long save an incident with detention. Harry was extremely tempted to tell the man to shove it. "Good, maybe you can tell me what happened." He said icily.
"You don't remember? Really Potter, I know you hit your head but enough is enough."
Harry stared at Malfoy blankly, it didn't matter what transpired, some things never changed, "I remember what happened you ponce. How the hell did I get here and what happened to my glasses!?"
"Boys."
"They broke, remember?"
He didn't remember breaking his glasses, but now that he was awake, it was amazing what he did remember. "You…" He was Harry, Malfoy was Malfoy, Harry and Malfoy were enemies yet, "You made me cry you bastard!"
"Boys." Dumbledore tried to interject again but the boys were too busy fighting to be bothered by the Headmaster, so the wise old man made his exit a discreet one.
Draco Malfoy hadn't laughed in twelve days, not since he had dragged Harry's limp body into the hospital, screaming for all he was worth for help. It had been the most difficult thing he'd ever done, he was bleeding heavily, and Harry was so heavy – so cold, like a sandbag – he felt that any minute they would collapse and die fifteen feet from the door. He'd surrendered himself to oblivion of unconsciousness upon the arrival of Professor Vector but not before making sure the man saw Harry. No, Malfoy hadn't allowed himself to laugh in the day he'd been unconscious, nor in the three days that he had been recovering from his ordeal, he had not giggled in the week and a half that Harry had been on the brink of death, but now he was laughing. Hard.
"Potter! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" The rhetorical exclamation, though delivered with outrage was tempered by the hug that Harry found himself wrenched into.
"No?"
"I thought you were going to die!" If Harry had cried in the forest, it was nothing to the anxiety that Malfoy felt. Suddenly he was protective of the Gryffindor, there were some things people could not go through together without forming some kind of bond. He had been in the hospital wing for a week due to his injuries, but he refused to leave when he had healed. Scion had torn him apart and he had lost too much blood for comfort on the way back to the castle, but Madame Pomfrey had managed to put him back together. He had a thin, tan scar than ran from the nape of his neck to the small of his back, but it was a small price to pay, a reminder of every thing that had happened.
Dumbledore had understood: he had been indulgent, patient, and he even defended Malfoy's wishes. The headmaster had made allowances for Malfoy because he felt partially responsible, he knew of Harry's late night trip into the forest, but he had no idea that there were still vampires in there.
Harry allowed himself to be crushed against Malfoy, though he did not know why. "Thank you."
"Shove it Potter." Malfoy resettled Harry in his arms, this hug was a strange thing, he hadn't been in contact with a person for this long since he was a child. It was a bit awkward just allowing himself to sit by Harry's side in the standard single hospital-bed. He felt Harry sigh deeply and returned the sentiment, somehow this was so contenting. It was warm here, tangled up in this unusual moment with Potter, it was just so comfortable. "I just… couldn't see you die."
"No kidding! If I died, who would you irritate for a living?" Harry teased, gently elbowing him in the ribs.
"Who indeed? I'd have to resort to listening to witty comments instead of the typical 'uh, grr,' and the ever memorable, 'shut up Malfoy's."
"You prat."
"Oh, and that too," he joked, "my life would be positively ruined."
"Well that was obvious. Without me you're head would be so big it would explode. Then Filch would have to clean it up and everyone would get detention."
The conversation was degenerating into ludicrousness, thoroughly enjoyable ludicrousness. "What do you mean? Without me, your friends and ideals would multiply like rabbits. The world would be all Weasleys, and then everyone would have detention. There would be no sanity of any kind left. I'm a necessary evil."
"No. The Teletubbies are a necessary evil. You are… I don't know what you are."
"I'm perfection; never having encountered it I doubt you'd recognize it."
"Shut up Malfoy."
"Witty and scathing as ever Potter."
Harry didn't respond right away, he'd fallen into deep thought having lost interest in the game. He was too tired to win it anyway. "Why did I wake up after you?" He couldn't help but think of that, Malfoy had nearly killed himself trying to save him, despite the cloud of sensory deprivation, Harry knew that, he saw all the blood, he heard the screams. He had felt something deeper than one of the five senses, he could feel Malfoy dying.
"Don't you pay attention during DADA?" He really didn't want to discuss this, he wanted to forget the whole thing. He just wanted to spend the next thirty years or so just sharing barbs with Potter and recuperating his sanity in this comfortable aftermath of chaos. He didn't want to talk about this.
Harry rolled his eyes; the last thing he wanted was Malfoy insulting his intelligence. "Not now. What's so important about DADA that made me wake up… how long was it…? After you?"
"Nine days. When a vampire has close contact with a human, or chooses a human for a victim, spells have less of an effect on that human. That's why Voldemort couldn't touch you, that's why my spell was sloppy, and that's why no one could heal you. They had to call in a Muggle specialist to give you something called a blood transfission,"
"Blood transfusion." Harry corrected automatically.
"Then you slipped into a komba –"
"Coma."
"Because he got so much of your blood and you hit your head. We couldn't revive you because of the vampire protective transfer thing so we had to wait it out the Muggle way. Poor bastards, how do they survive?"
Harry felt terrible, he didn't want to imagine waiting for someone to wake up from a coma, he didn't want to imagine what his friends were thinking… but where were his friends? He shrugged off the unsettling question, they were probably in class. "They get along. What about you though? Scion used spells on you too."
"Scion?"
"The vampire. His name was Scion, I think he told me in a dream. Answer the question."
"No close physical contact. He didn't ever touch me, and he didn't drink my blood. I was easier to heal once I got here."
The Gryffindor shuddered; he didn't want to think about it. There was a certain amount of terror that had been transferred through the vampires touch, knowing that Scion was in control of everything. He had felt so violated, like has mind had been invaded. He just couldn't stand to think about it.
"I'm sorry." Malfoy said abruptly, he had felt Harry tremble, it wasn't something he liked.
"What?" What?
"I shouldn't have made you go. I shouldn't have made you go to Hogsmeade, then you wouldn't have been attacked, you would have been able to resist him. Dumbledore told me that if you had been a bit healthier then…."
"Shut up." Harry was touched, Malfoy actually lost his self-control, those last few words had nearly been sobs. "There are lots of things that you don't understand. You were no more the cause than Bram Stoker was, so you can stop feeling guilty right now."
"But…"
"Not your fault." He said firmly, spinning around to look him in the eye. "Frankly I would have preferred it if you had run away."
"What?" What?
"I couldn't… I" he took a deep breath, "I didn't want to watch another person die. It wasn't Voldemort but it was the same thing, you were dying for helpless Harry Potter. I wanted you to run; I tried to tell you to run. You should have gotten the hell out of there and none of that would have happened!" He hated feeling that helpless, just thinking about it made him shudder, just to prove that he could.
"What." It wasn't a question, it was an incredulous croak. "Not a chance! Do you have any idea what they would have done to me if I'd said 'Harry's been made a vampire, but don't worry, the Dark Lord's dead.' I would have been eaten alive!"
"Do you have any idea of what it did to me to see you like that?! I had to watch you die and I was helpless. It was like being ripped apart from the inside out. I was eaten alive!"
That was true enough, after all, vampires… it wasn't the time to be thinking about that. "I'm not dead Potter." Malfoy latched on to him again, pulling him in close as to reassure himself of Harry's solidity. He had a lot of time to think while Harry had been comatose, there were so many times when it seemed like he wasn't there at all, like his soul was gone, it was terrifying. He'd asked himself a lot of questions and had come to some very interesting conclusions in the twelve days that he'd been awake.
Malfoy had seen teachers come and go, people died, and everything was different now that the threat of Voldemort was gone. Everything had changed. He had led Dumbledore to the clearing, showed them the scorch mark that used to be Scion, showed them Voldemort's gelatinous remains, watched them exclaim over the ruined trees and the splotches of blood that had seeped into the earth, and frozen into crystals like snow. He found his wand, a wand he'd owned since his first meeting with Potter, it was destroyed. The wood was cracked into splinters, held in place by the melted platinum, even the dragon heartstring had burnt out of the center. Everything he'd ever known was gone. His whole way of life, his wand, the ultimate symbol of that life, everything had been shattered. Everything but Harry. He needed Harry right now, needed the fleeting stability that he could provide. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry! You almost died and I'm sorry. But we're both okay and my god I'm sorry!" He exploded in a panic, it would have been terrible if one of them had died, he realized that now.
Harry decided that he had a headache, there were some things that he could handle and some things he couldn't. Draco Malfoy apologizing to him for something that most definitely was not his fault did not list among the things that Harry could handle. In fact, it placed high on the list of what he couldn't. "If you say that one more time I swear by Merlin…"
"What Potter? Going to hex me?"
"Yes. I will curse you until… what day is it?"
"It's a Friday."
"I will curse you to next Thursday!"
"You could try Potter," he said chuckling.
Harry laughed, settling more comfortably into Malfoy's arms. "We're always fighting." He said docilely, having run out of steam. The Gryffindor was in a strange state, somehow managing to think without thought. Perhaps it was the result of many long hours of sleep, or perhaps it was because the dangers in his life had passed, or maybe he was just happy, but it granted him a rare and precious moment of peace. "Why do I trust you?"
"Because I saved your life."
"Why did you save my life?"
He didn't know, he really didn't know, but he was glad he did. "Because I trust you."
"Why do you trust me?"
Malfoy laughed, "Because you trust me."
Harry shoved himself away and looked Malfoy in the eye, pouting in confusion. He didn't like not knowing where he stood. Especially not in the eyes of an enemy. But wasn't the word enemy moot? Wasn't everyone that had threatened the peace dead or behind the infamous, if only symbolic, bars of Azkaban? Wasn't Voldemort's rebellion against Muggles over? Did surnames and houses amount to anything anymore, the last heir of Slytherin had finally died, and in a strange way, so too had the prophecy been fulfilled. Professor Sibyl Trelawney had never said that Harry had to kill Voldemort, she said that one of them had to die, or neither could really live. Maybe it was time for Harry to start living. Every convention that Harry had ever adopted had been shattered in one, painful night. Every public and political aspect of Harry's life had ended in secrecy. "There are so many things…" What was he going to do with his life?
"Like what Potter?"
Malfoy's sarcastic drawl was back, so Harry responded in kind, "My first name for one." Draco rolled his eyes expressively as Harry dropped his offense and said, "But there's so much more."
"Such as?"
"Such as why you always give me that blank look like I'm an idiot when I say something meaningful!" Malfoy's 'blank look' immediately changed into one of surprise, "Or how you never smile but the left side of your mouth twitches and your right eyebrow rises before you laugh!"
Malfoy's right eyebrow went soaring as the left side of his mouth smirked. He had never realized those things about himself, "So?"
"How do I know that? Everything I've ever known about you is pointless, and now… I don't even know your middle name!"
"Augustus."
Harry ignored the thousands of jabs that could have been made and opted for rolling his eyes and gesturing wildly, though the effort tired him out. "That's not the point! I don't know anything anymore, all I know is that I don't know what I used to know and I don't like it! Everything I did know is irrelevant and I don't know what I want to know now! Don't you see how frustrating this is? As for you… what are you? Why did you help me at all!? What's going to happen now, nothing can just be like it was before! My head is spinning and –."
There were some things about Harry that Draco Malfoy found utterly irritating, and others that he found absolutely adorable. This was a time when Harry was both of those things. It was true, everything had changed, Voldemort was dead, and Harry's oh-so-loyal friends hadn't been to see him, whether out of fear or because they were busy celebrating he didn't want to speculate, but Harry was being ridiculous! The boy was viewing this as the end of the world; he wasn't looking at it like it was! He now had the opportunity to escape the constant attention that he so obviously deplored, now he could just… disappear from public speculation. So what if he was a little lost at the moment, he could take the rest of his threat-free life to find himself.
But Malfoy was being hypocritical; Malfoy had had time to reevaluate the situation. He had the opportunity to sort through his feelings about the whole situation; everything would seem so bland from now on. His parents were in Azkaban, his friends, friends of convenience, weren't worth his time, and school was almost over. He didn't have anything left, but neither did Harry, and suddenly, he realized that he did have something. Someone. He had Harry, to bait for the rest of his irritating, adorable little life.
Malfoy leaned forward abruptly and smiled with the left side of his mouth, before gently clamping it over Harry's. "Shut it Potter."
Harry shut it, and he wasn't dizzy anymore.
Post Author's Notes: 4148 words~! Do you know… I do believe that was the kiss. Pathetic wasn't it, nothing special but I do say, I'm so happy there wasn't any of the 'slowly moving closer, both boys blushed' thing. I am as abrupt as life. I'll write a lemon if any body wants one (I'm much better than at sex than romance… I know, that sounded bad) and email it to you… I can't post it on FF.net (it'll be that…. Good? Bad…? …Yeah) but I feel the need to compensate for my sap deficiencies. Heh, with the author's notes I beat my former word quota. Be warned, uselessness ahead.
I'm thinking of a sequel already, this is my first ever serial, and as such, I think I've done quite well. 1 review per chapter and I'm happy. Anyway, because of this, I think I have an idea, horror/romance again, same sort of situation, only… not. Anyway, tell me what you think and don't forget to ask for lemon.
I'm still advertising for my friend, TenshiOnna, please (if you want to see a sequel this is a rule) go review Ronald Weasley's Horror. It's cute it really is and she's a good writer, it shouldn't take you more than 5 minutes. Weasley Wonders and KittenBabyGirl, I love you both, you are exempt from this rule because you've already done it! My heartfelt thanks, you have no idea. ::gushes on for five minutes and joins TenshiOnna in the "review dance"::
A bit of end-of-story useless information:
I am endlessly amused by this. This semester, (fall 2003) I've been taking a western Civilizations class at the local community college. While in this class, having been required to study, I've realized quite a few things pertaining to names in Harry Potter.
Draco: Draco the Snake of Athens tried to pull Athens out of an economic decline but failed. Not much is known (by me) about how or why. The funny thing is, Draco the Snake, Draco the Slytherin… yeah. He's not just a crappy pseudo dragon in a Sean Connery movie ^_~.
Lucius: Lucius Junius Brutus and Lucius Cornelius Sulla were both big political and historical figures, Sulla I believe, did quite a stint as Emperor. He was a bit of a bastard by the way. Lucius Malfoy is a big political figure, he's a bastard… see the connection?
Severus: Septimius Severus was also an Emperor, he had two sons that went against his word (one killed the other). Severus. You can guess.
Remus: Speaking of two sons… Remus as in Remus and Romulus, the sons of Mars and founders of Rome. Romulus (I have a hermit crab named Romulus… kawaii little Rommies) killed the gentle Remus for the throne. Death of brothers etc. Remus Lupin, the werewolf and I'm not going into the Lupin connotations from anime, watched his 'brothers' the marauders, die. Irony again, but funny.
Minerva: Minerva was the Roman version of the Greek Goddess Athena, she was wise, controlling, and her familiar was an owl. Minerva McGonagall, wise, controlling… owls… yeah it's a wizarding thing. Besides, it's Minerva that sends the students their Hogwarts owls. That cracks me up.
Krum: Krum was a Bulgarian warlord that killed Nicephorus. He later used Nicephorus' skull as a goblet. Viktor Krum is a Bulgarian quidditch player with a crush on Hermione.
Agrippa: In 33 bc, Augustus's general Agrippa helped improve the sewer systems in Rome. There was also a bit about public baths, but it was only in passing. Agrippa was the first Chocolate Frog's card that Ron ever got, when Ron and Harry met, Ron gave Harry the Agrippa card… yeah, I need a life.
Because of this historical trend, Scion was going to be Scipio (a general of war responsible for a few battles of Carthage) but I decided it was too much to type. Heh.
Coincidences? I think not! Of course, Gregory (Goyle) is in history too having been a series of Popes and bishops, but hey, every name has a meaning etc. I just thought it was funny. If you know any other ones, let me know!
Oh! I saw this too though it has nothing to do with history. There's a computer/technology company called Sirius, and their logo is a big black dog. *titters*
Don't even get me started on the sneezing company (otherwise known as Lily, Lavender, Petunia and Pansy. The L's the P's and they all make me sneeze).