Hey! It's me again, and I'd like to take this time and space to say that I *still* don't own Harry Potter, ar Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. I asked very nicely if I could have them, but J.K. and Joss both said no. How Rude.
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The brown haired girl reading the book on advanced spells was the first to speak. "Honestly, must you really just jump right in like that? It scares the living *daylights* out of me every time."
"So sorry, Miss Granger, but it has happened. Mr. Malfoy has succedded in his mission to find recruits."
"Er, sorry, but...recruits?" Said the black haired boy, who had just returned from a mission of his own, and was thereby out of the loop.
"Finally!" Exclaimed the red haired girl. "How many did he get?"
"He did get the super girl, right?" The blonde girl asked
"I want to know about the vampire!" The brown haired boy yelled, dropping his scetch of the lepruchaun.
Proffessor Dumbledore smiled. He liked to see such excitement amung his fellow Order members, even if they weren't even graduated yet. "All right. Miss Weasley, he only got one. Miss Brown, no, sorry. Mr. Finnegan, you're in luck. The vampire we spoke of last week was the one that agreed to come. Mr. Potter, last week, three days after you left, to be exact, we went Mr. Malfoy off to get recruits to help in our hopefully final battle. Since you have returned, I trust that you have gathered the maps?"
"Yes sir. I got one of the town outside the caste walls, one of the forests north it and off to the west, one of the mountins to it's east, and I was able to sneak in-that's what kept me. I couldn't get back out.-and, using my invisibility cloak, get three maps of inside it's walls. But there is one thing. It has walls and staircases like our staircases here. They like to change about, and, unfortunatly, they usually don't change back properly, so I'm afraid the two maps from inside the castle itself will be of much use." Harry accentuated this speech by producing seven rolls of parchment, each tied with a different color ribbon. He handed them around the table, and each person grabbed one, and un-rolled it. Being that Herry had already seen them all, he didn't grab one, therefore there was one left on the table.
Hermione, having grabbed one with an orange ribbon, looked lost in though. "Harry." She began, still working something out in her mind. " You said you had a map of the east,west and north, the village, and three inside. That makes six, and there's seven rolls here. What's the last one?"
Harry grinned."I stumbled across the library or the study, or somewhat on my way out. On the desk, there was a huge pile of books, most opened, or had chapters marked. As I was looking at them, I heard someone coming, so I stepped off to the corner, under my cloak. It was Voldemort himself. First, I was worried about my scar, but since fourth year, when our wands refused to work on each other, and we were linked, it hasn't hurt like it used to. Anyway, I realized that they were his books, and that I was actually standing in *his* study! I couldn't get out, so I crept as close as I dared and listened as he talked his way through the chapters. Then, when I was beginning to think that I'd never make it out of there, he was summoned by Wormtail. He said his 'guests' were arriving, and they both left. So before I did too, I made a list of the books he had been reading, along with what pages he had marked. It's the one with the black ribbon." Harry waved his hand vaugly at the one that was conviniently left on the table.
Dumbledore put down his purple-ribboned map of the east mountains, and picked it up. In Harry's messy scrawl, he read:
Really Cunning Plans: An Overview by Salazar Slytherin (pages 42-53)
Evil Dark Wizards and the Bad Stuff They Did by R.N.R. (Chapters 3, 7, 9, 12, and 28)
Evil Overlords Handbook (in it's original German, so I can't tell where he was in the book)
The Handbook for Evil Overlords: Translated into English from German (Just about the whole thing is highlighted with red sparks and blue sparks. They obviously mean something.)
Blood Taboo:Several Really Old Blood Spells That Your Enemies Have Probably Forgotten Existed Anyway by M. Nedels (Chapters 1-8, 12, 17, and 22)
Ancient Myths of Today That Used To Be True by anonymous (Pages 175-258)
Monsters: An Investigator's Guide To Magical Beings by John Michael Greer (Parts on Ghosts, Mermaids, Dragons, Spirits, and Demons. Also highlights in Part 3)
Really Disgusting Spells to Use on Your Worst Enemies by Lolita Insedoot (Several really nasty ones are highlighted. Along with all of Chapter 6)
(?)Powers of Persuasion (?) (This one is hidden inside the hollowed out center of a book called 'The Inner-Workings of the Mind of a Transfigurative Diviner who Hasn't Predicted Anything Ever' I think it's a self-help book, but it has a some sort of charm on it so all the words are blurry. But Voldemort was just reading out of it, so he must have been the one to set the charm.)
When he reached the bottom, Dumbledore looked at Harry. Then the others looked at Harry. Then Harry tried to look at Harry, but just succedded in staring at his lap and exploring every shade of red that it was possible to turn. Finally, when they all thought that there were no more possible shades, Dumbledore spoke. "Harry, it was very foolish to get locked in a room with Voldemort, with only your cloak and wand and no way out. But you did a marvellous job." He reached in his robe pockets. Everyone held their breath. "Lemon drop?"
Everyone began breathing again.
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"So...you want me to jump into that fire and say Order Headquarters? Nothing doing, mate. I'm all for mindless violence, and killing the big bad, and all, but I'm a vampire. I will catch on fire. And I'm not doing it willingly."
Draco sighed and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. Unconciously, he was baring his neck to one of the scourges of Europe. Spike stared, in somewhat of a state of dis-belief. This boy tells him this whole story about how wizards are real, and he proved it, and then about an evil tosser with a grudge, and he accepted that, but stepping into a fire was just too much. Draco opened his eyes. "Okay, I'll go first. But you have to give me your word that you'll follow."
"Allright, if you don't catch on fire, I'll jump in."
"Good. Here's what you have to do. You have to throw in the floo powder, step in, and say 'Order Headquarters'. You have to say it loud and clear, or else it'll get buggered up. Than, as soon as you're through, you have to jump off to the left. Do that immediately, or else you'll be hacked into an easily solved puzzle of about five pieces...well, you being a vampire and all, into a never solved puzzle of about ten zillion specs of dust. Then, drop to the floor, or you'll be hit with a stunner curse so powerful it'll take Dumbledore himself to wake you up...and even then, you'd never fully regain motor functions." Draco smiled at the thought of this happening to someone, and Spike decided that this boy wasn't so bad. He didn't react in the bar when he'd bared his fangs, and he got the big happy at the thought of someone getting hurt. Spike readily accepted the yellow leather pouch that held the sparkling...what ever it was. Flow Powder, or something or other like that.
Draco tossed in a handful or the powder, jumped in, and yelled "Order Headquarters!" In a swirling blur of yellowand orange and red sparks, he was gone. Spike stared for a moment, then tossed his own handful.
"Order Headquarters!" With a dizzying woosh, Spike felt himself being swirled and turned around in the flames. It didn't hurt, like he'd expected, and he could faintly see rooms, like he was actually looking out of peoples fireplaces. He couldn't tell if he was really seeing this, as he was moving so damned fast.
Then, all at once, it stopped. Spike was so off balance that he stumbled. With his vampire sense, he felt the blades rushing at him. Only with enhanced reflexes, was he able to jump out of the way of the forgotten traps. He flung himself off to his left, landing in a rolling position. Luckily, he had remembered the second trap, and stayed down until the gridwork of electric blue beams passed over. Going into a crouching position, he saw the boy in the doorway, waiting for him. Draco had one arm across his body so that he could see the elbow of his robes. Spike could see that there was something wrong with it, and he could smell burnt, charred expensive fabric. It was funny, really, that he had learned to tell expensive fabrics from cheaper ones.
Shaking his head at his lack of a social life, he followed the boy down a series of tunnels and hallways that looked so much alike that he lost his way, until they reached a set of thick wooden doors. Wordlessly, he pulled his 'magic wand' out of his pocket and stuck it into the keyhole. There was a flash of white light, and the door swung open, outward. Once inside, they stared at the stone wall in front of them. Draco leaned towards a certain crack in the stone and whispered "Milky Way." The crack then opened wider, and wider, until it was large enough for both of then to pass through comfortably. They went down a set of stone stairs, with Draco speaking only once. "Watch out for this step. It's a trap." When they reached the bottom, there was a large portrait of a very regal looking bird, sitting on a gold and silver perch. It was red, and it's tail looked like it was made out of fire. Draco rapped on the right side three times, and three little sections swun out of the bottom. Spike thought that he was going to grab one of them, but instead Draco grabbed the top and shoved the whole thing over backwards. On the way down, Spike saw the bird take flight, and litterally jump out of the painting.
"Hullo, Fawkes. It's just past burning day, isn't it?" Draco asked politley. At this, the bird, Fawkes, apparently, shook it's tail feathers at them. Draco grabbed on, and nodded for Spike to follow suit. As soon as they did, Spike got this feeling of being incredibly light, and then Fawkes took to flight, soaring across a huge chasm that was oddly enough, located inside the house...or wherever they were. Fawkes landed on what resembled a helicopter pad, and took off, presumably back to it's protrait.
Draco re-arranged his clothes, and walked over to a regular old white door, like the ones in regular houses. Spike expected some other sort of magic, but Draco simply turned the knob and it swung open, revealing a brightly lit, cream-colored room. Inside it was one large round table with eight chairs. Sitting in the chairs were six teenagers, three boys and three girls, and one old man. The eighth chair was soon occupied by a suddenly exhausted Draco, leaving Spike to stand just inside the now shut door.
The old man looked at him and said "Ahhh, just in time." He then picked up his wand, muttered something unintelligible, andlet go of it. It hovered for a moment, then shot itself at Spike's heart.
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Okay, all. I was going for a cliffie here. Did it work? This weeks mindless question.
Did D.S.L.'s cliffie create suspense?
A) Yes
B) No
C) What's a 'cliffie'?
D) I don't care.
E) Die!!!!!!!!!
F) Both B&D
G) Both A&E
H) Both C&D
I) None of the above.
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The brown haired girl reading the book on advanced spells was the first to speak. "Honestly, must you really just jump right in like that? It scares the living *daylights* out of me every time."
"So sorry, Miss Granger, but it has happened. Mr. Malfoy has succedded in his mission to find recruits."
"Er, sorry, but...recruits?" Said the black haired boy, who had just returned from a mission of his own, and was thereby out of the loop.
"Finally!" Exclaimed the red haired girl. "How many did he get?"
"He did get the super girl, right?" The blonde girl asked
"I want to know about the vampire!" The brown haired boy yelled, dropping his scetch of the lepruchaun.
Proffessor Dumbledore smiled. He liked to see such excitement amung his fellow Order members, even if they weren't even graduated yet. "All right. Miss Weasley, he only got one. Miss Brown, no, sorry. Mr. Finnegan, you're in luck. The vampire we spoke of last week was the one that agreed to come. Mr. Potter, last week, three days after you left, to be exact, we went Mr. Malfoy off to get recruits to help in our hopefully final battle. Since you have returned, I trust that you have gathered the maps?"
"Yes sir. I got one of the town outside the caste walls, one of the forests north it and off to the west, one of the mountins to it's east, and I was able to sneak in-that's what kept me. I couldn't get back out.-and, using my invisibility cloak, get three maps of inside it's walls. But there is one thing. It has walls and staircases like our staircases here. They like to change about, and, unfortunatly, they usually don't change back properly, so I'm afraid the two maps from inside the castle itself will be of much use." Harry accentuated this speech by producing seven rolls of parchment, each tied with a different color ribbon. He handed them around the table, and each person grabbed one, and un-rolled it. Being that Herry had already seen them all, he didn't grab one, therefore there was one left on the table.
Hermione, having grabbed one with an orange ribbon, looked lost in though. "Harry." She began, still working something out in her mind. " You said you had a map of the east,west and north, the village, and three inside. That makes six, and there's seven rolls here. What's the last one?"
Harry grinned."I stumbled across the library or the study, or somewhat on my way out. On the desk, there was a huge pile of books, most opened, or had chapters marked. As I was looking at them, I heard someone coming, so I stepped off to the corner, under my cloak. It was Voldemort himself. First, I was worried about my scar, but since fourth year, when our wands refused to work on each other, and we were linked, it hasn't hurt like it used to. Anyway, I realized that they were his books, and that I was actually standing in *his* study! I couldn't get out, so I crept as close as I dared and listened as he talked his way through the chapters. Then, when I was beginning to think that I'd never make it out of there, he was summoned by Wormtail. He said his 'guests' were arriving, and they both left. So before I did too, I made a list of the books he had been reading, along with what pages he had marked. It's the one with the black ribbon." Harry waved his hand vaugly at the one that was conviniently left on the table.
Dumbledore put down his purple-ribboned map of the east mountains, and picked it up. In Harry's messy scrawl, he read:
Really Cunning Plans: An Overview by Salazar Slytherin (pages 42-53)
Evil Dark Wizards and the Bad Stuff They Did by R.N.R. (Chapters 3, 7, 9, 12, and 28)
Evil Overlords Handbook (in it's original German, so I can't tell where he was in the book)
The Handbook for Evil Overlords: Translated into English from German (Just about the whole thing is highlighted with red sparks and blue sparks. They obviously mean something.)
Blood Taboo:Several Really Old Blood Spells That Your Enemies Have Probably Forgotten Existed Anyway by M. Nedels (Chapters 1-8, 12, 17, and 22)
Ancient Myths of Today That Used To Be True by anonymous (Pages 175-258)
Monsters: An Investigator's Guide To Magical Beings by John Michael Greer (Parts on Ghosts, Mermaids, Dragons, Spirits, and Demons. Also highlights in Part 3)
Really Disgusting Spells to Use on Your Worst Enemies by Lolita Insedoot (Several really nasty ones are highlighted. Along with all of Chapter 6)
(?)Powers of Persuasion (?) (This one is hidden inside the hollowed out center of a book called 'The Inner-Workings of the Mind of a Transfigurative Diviner who Hasn't Predicted Anything Ever' I think it's a self-help book, but it has a some sort of charm on it so all the words are blurry. But Voldemort was just reading out of it, so he must have been the one to set the charm.)
When he reached the bottom, Dumbledore looked at Harry. Then the others looked at Harry. Then Harry tried to look at Harry, but just succedded in staring at his lap and exploring every shade of red that it was possible to turn. Finally, when they all thought that there were no more possible shades, Dumbledore spoke. "Harry, it was very foolish to get locked in a room with Voldemort, with only your cloak and wand and no way out. But you did a marvellous job." He reached in his robe pockets. Everyone held their breath. "Lemon drop?"
Everyone began breathing again.
&@#*%&$%%^#%^#&(~#@
"So...you want me to jump into that fire and say Order Headquarters? Nothing doing, mate. I'm all for mindless violence, and killing the big bad, and all, but I'm a vampire. I will catch on fire. And I'm not doing it willingly."
Draco sighed and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. Unconciously, he was baring his neck to one of the scourges of Europe. Spike stared, in somewhat of a state of dis-belief. This boy tells him this whole story about how wizards are real, and he proved it, and then about an evil tosser with a grudge, and he accepted that, but stepping into a fire was just too much. Draco opened his eyes. "Okay, I'll go first. But you have to give me your word that you'll follow."
"Allright, if you don't catch on fire, I'll jump in."
"Good. Here's what you have to do. You have to throw in the floo powder, step in, and say 'Order Headquarters'. You have to say it loud and clear, or else it'll get buggered up. Than, as soon as you're through, you have to jump off to the left. Do that immediately, or else you'll be hacked into an easily solved puzzle of about five pieces...well, you being a vampire and all, into a never solved puzzle of about ten zillion specs of dust. Then, drop to the floor, or you'll be hit with a stunner curse so powerful it'll take Dumbledore himself to wake you up...and even then, you'd never fully regain motor functions." Draco smiled at the thought of this happening to someone, and Spike decided that this boy wasn't so bad. He didn't react in the bar when he'd bared his fangs, and he got the big happy at the thought of someone getting hurt. Spike readily accepted the yellow leather pouch that held the sparkling...what ever it was. Flow Powder, or something or other like that.
Draco tossed in a handful or the powder, jumped in, and yelled "Order Headquarters!" In a swirling blur of yellowand orange and red sparks, he was gone. Spike stared for a moment, then tossed his own handful.
"Order Headquarters!" With a dizzying woosh, Spike felt himself being swirled and turned around in the flames. It didn't hurt, like he'd expected, and he could faintly see rooms, like he was actually looking out of peoples fireplaces. He couldn't tell if he was really seeing this, as he was moving so damned fast.
Then, all at once, it stopped. Spike was so off balance that he stumbled. With his vampire sense, he felt the blades rushing at him. Only with enhanced reflexes, was he able to jump out of the way of the forgotten traps. He flung himself off to his left, landing in a rolling position. Luckily, he had remembered the second trap, and stayed down until the gridwork of electric blue beams passed over. Going into a crouching position, he saw the boy in the doorway, waiting for him. Draco had one arm across his body so that he could see the elbow of his robes. Spike could see that there was something wrong with it, and he could smell burnt, charred expensive fabric. It was funny, really, that he had learned to tell expensive fabrics from cheaper ones.
Shaking his head at his lack of a social life, he followed the boy down a series of tunnels and hallways that looked so much alike that he lost his way, until they reached a set of thick wooden doors. Wordlessly, he pulled his 'magic wand' out of his pocket and stuck it into the keyhole. There was a flash of white light, and the door swung open, outward. Once inside, they stared at the stone wall in front of them. Draco leaned towards a certain crack in the stone and whispered "Milky Way." The crack then opened wider, and wider, until it was large enough for both of then to pass through comfortably. They went down a set of stone stairs, with Draco speaking only once. "Watch out for this step. It's a trap." When they reached the bottom, there was a large portrait of a very regal looking bird, sitting on a gold and silver perch. It was red, and it's tail looked like it was made out of fire. Draco rapped on the right side three times, and three little sections swun out of the bottom. Spike thought that he was going to grab one of them, but instead Draco grabbed the top and shoved the whole thing over backwards. On the way down, Spike saw the bird take flight, and litterally jump out of the painting.
"Hullo, Fawkes. It's just past burning day, isn't it?" Draco asked politley. At this, the bird, Fawkes, apparently, shook it's tail feathers at them. Draco grabbed on, and nodded for Spike to follow suit. As soon as they did, Spike got this feeling of being incredibly light, and then Fawkes took to flight, soaring across a huge chasm that was oddly enough, located inside the house...or wherever they were. Fawkes landed on what resembled a helicopter pad, and took off, presumably back to it's protrait.
Draco re-arranged his clothes, and walked over to a regular old white door, like the ones in regular houses. Spike expected some other sort of magic, but Draco simply turned the knob and it swung open, revealing a brightly lit, cream-colored room. Inside it was one large round table with eight chairs. Sitting in the chairs were six teenagers, three boys and three girls, and one old man. The eighth chair was soon occupied by a suddenly exhausted Draco, leaving Spike to stand just inside the now shut door.
The old man looked at him and said "Ahhh, just in time." He then picked up his wand, muttered something unintelligible, andlet go of it. It hovered for a moment, then shot itself at Spike's heart.
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Okay, all. I was going for a cliffie here. Did it work? This weeks mindless question.
Did D.S.L.'s cliffie create suspense?
A) Yes
B) No
C) What's a 'cliffie'?
D) I don't care.
E) Die!!!!!!!!!
F) Both B&D
G) Both A&E
H) Both C&D
I) None of the above.
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