A/N: The not-so-dramatic conclusion to My Life As A Teenage Werewolf. For
those of you who think you can just skip right to this chapter: go back and
read the whole thing. To anyone who hasn't read since last update, start
with chapter three.
Yet to come: "Filler" scenes from between first-year and the RP, and then the nozelization of the RP.
~ Chapter Eight - Dances With Wolves ~
"You did *WHAT*?!"
Ael grinned at a dumbstruck Connemara. "Went down the Chamber of Secrets, got the bumper sticker to prove it."
"And you brought back the basilisk," Connemara continued in disbelief.
"Hey," Ael protested, gesturing to the lazy python draped across her shoulders. "Szymon isn't a basilisk -anymore-."
["That'sss what YOU think,"] the python muttered sleepily, but quieted as his new master scratched his scales between his now-harmless eyes.
Unaware of this exchange, Connemara went on. "If that weren't enough, you got Slytherin's Dagger while you were at it?"
"Chill, Conners. Breathe a bit," Ael suggested. Her friend took no notice.
"And you didn't think to take -me- along?"
Ael laughed. "And what would you've done to help? Neigh at it? Typical Gryffindor mentality."
Connemara giggled. "You sure you weren't supposed to be a Slytherin?"
"Positive. Sorry to disappoint you."
~~~~~~
Looking back some years later, Ael was surprised at how anti-climatic the end of the first year was. With the dagger in custody and the basilisk captured, there was no mystery to be solved in the last few weeks, as there had been for the previous six years - except for Professor MacBride's parrot had somehow gotten stuck to the ceiling of the DADA classroom, prompting said teacher to resign and give the bird time to recover from such a traumatizing incident. Quidditch continued as usual, and in the final game of the year, Gryffindor trounced Slytherin and reclaimed the Quidditch Cup.
"Just think," Ael mused after the game. "Next year, we'll be old enough to be on the team."
"The game seems rather tame after what I've done," Harry commented from behind her.
She shot a grin at him over her shoulder. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure I can find a way to spice it up a little - if not in House Quidditch, then over the summer." She tossed him a notebook that had the word 'Rochball' scrawled across the top in Ael's spidery handwriting. "I've actually been working on it all year."
Harry flipped through it and raised an eyebrow. "Wow. That sounds dangerous."
"Danger? Hah!" She couldn't resist. "I walk on the wild side! I laugh in the face of danger, hwuahahahaaaaa!" Harry, being muggle-raised, got the joke. "Seriously though, there's a favor I've been wanting to ask you."
Harry blinked in surprise. "Er...go for it."
"Kat and I have been thinking that the Ministry has been sugar-coating the events of your years at this school too much," she explained. "We want your permission and help in writing the truth of what happened here - under a pen name, of course."
Harry's jaw dropped. "You want to do -what-?" He stared at her and thought about it, and then a smile tugged at his lips. "Sure, why not? It can't hurt."
"Good." She laughed nervously. "Because I already released the first book to the muggle publishing last year."
~~~~~~
The last day was somewhat sad in nature. The first-years were going home for the holidays, but the seventh-years - including Harry Potter - were going their seperate ways for a final time. Also leaving was a majority of the Gryffindor Quidditch team - though Ron was planning on working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, and Harry had already gotten a contract to play Seeker for the Montrose Magpies.
As the train pulled into Platform 9 ¾, Ael winked at Kat. "See you next full moon." The vampire gave her a thumbs-up as she gathered her stuff, then left with her parents.
"Next year," Connemara concurred, mock-saluting.
"Ditto and likewise," Zelgadis unexpectedly chimed in. He winked at Ael. "You don't get into any trouble now, you hear me?"
She looked mock-offended, placing a hand over her heart. "Me, get in trouble? Why, I don't know when I've ever been so insulted." She grinned and grabbed her trunk and owl cage, making her way out as nonchalantly as one could with a large python on their shoulders and acting as though it had always been there.
"Well, shall we go home?" she said to her family.
Her brother shook his head mock-sadly. "Crazy werewolf," he said affectionately, messing up her hair.
She laughed. "Ah, but that's 'lunatic' thank you very much!"
Amidst the groans of "bad pun!" and "boooo!", the Bolt family left Kings Cross for the summer.
~
To be continued in...
The Sixth Year From Hell RP
Yet to come: "Filler" scenes from between first-year and the RP, and then the nozelization of the RP.
~ Chapter Eight - Dances With Wolves ~
"You did *WHAT*?!"
Ael grinned at a dumbstruck Connemara. "Went down the Chamber of Secrets, got the bumper sticker to prove it."
"And you brought back the basilisk," Connemara continued in disbelief.
"Hey," Ael protested, gesturing to the lazy python draped across her shoulders. "Szymon isn't a basilisk -anymore-."
["That'sss what YOU think,"] the python muttered sleepily, but quieted as his new master scratched his scales between his now-harmless eyes.
Unaware of this exchange, Connemara went on. "If that weren't enough, you got Slytherin's Dagger while you were at it?"
"Chill, Conners. Breathe a bit," Ael suggested. Her friend took no notice.
"And you didn't think to take -me- along?"
Ael laughed. "And what would you've done to help? Neigh at it? Typical Gryffindor mentality."
Connemara giggled. "You sure you weren't supposed to be a Slytherin?"
"Positive. Sorry to disappoint you."
~~~~~~
Looking back some years later, Ael was surprised at how anti-climatic the end of the first year was. With the dagger in custody and the basilisk captured, there was no mystery to be solved in the last few weeks, as there had been for the previous six years - except for Professor MacBride's parrot had somehow gotten stuck to the ceiling of the DADA classroom, prompting said teacher to resign and give the bird time to recover from such a traumatizing incident. Quidditch continued as usual, and in the final game of the year, Gryffindor trounced Slytherin and reclaimed the Quidditch Cup.
"Just think," Ael mused after the game. "Next year, we'll be old enough to be on the team."
"The game seems rather tame after what I've done," Harry commented from behind her.
She shot a grin at him over her shoulder. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure I can find a way to spice it up a little - if not in House Quidditch, then over the summer." She tossed him a notebook that had the word 'Rochball' scrawled across the top in Ael's spidery handwriting. "I've actually been working on it all year."
Harry flipped through it and raised an eyebrow. "Wow. That sounds dangerous."
"Danger? Hah!" She couldn't resist. "I walk on the wild side! I laugh in the face of danger, hwuahahahaaaaa!" Harry, being muggle-raised, got the joke. "Seriously though, there's a favor I've been wanting to ask you."
Harry blinked in surprise. "Er...go for it."
"Kat and I have been thinking that the Ministry has been sugar-coating the events of your years at this school too much," she explained. "We want your permission and help in writing the truth of what happened here - under a pen name, of course."
Harry's jaw dropped. "You want to do -what-?" He stared at her and thought about it, and then a smile tugged at his lips. "Sure, why not? It can't hurt."
"Good." She laughed nervously. "Because I already released the first book to the muggle publishing last year."
~~~~~~
The last day was somewhat sad in nature. The first-years were going home for the holidays, but the seventh-years - including Harry Potter - were going their seperate ways for a final time. Also leaving was a majority of the Gryffindor Quidditch team - though Ron was planning on working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, and Harry had already gotten a contract to play Seeker for the Montrose Magpies.
As the train pulled into Platform 9 ¾, Ael winked at Kat. "See you next full moon." The vampire gave her a thumbs-up as she gathered her stuff, then left with her parents.
"Next year," Connemara concurred, mock-saluting.
"Ditto and likewise," Zelgadis unexpectedly chimed in. He winked at Ael. "You don't get into any trouble now, you hear me?"
She looked mock-offended, placing a hand over her heart. "Me, get in trouble? Why, I don't know when I've ever been so insulted." She grinned and grabbed her trunk and owl cage, making her way out as nonchalantly as one could with a large python on their shoulders and acting as though it had always been there.
"Well, shall we go home?" she said to her family.
Her brother shook his head mock-sadly. "Crazy werewolf," he said affectionately, messing up her hair.
She laughed. "Ah, but that's 'lunatic' thank you very much!"
Amidst the groans of "bad pun!" and "boooo!", the Bolt family left Kings Cross for the summer.
~
To be continued in...
The Sixth Year From Hell RP