Legal Jargon: I bow down to J.K. Rowling's feet and beg for her forgiveness
as I take her characters from behind her back and use it in this story:
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, (and although I'd hate to say it) Draco
and some other characters are not mine!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
---------- Author's Rant: SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG!!! My computer mucked up the whole file so I had to do the whole chapter again! Well, now it's done so enjoy it. More information in 'Author's Note'.
~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
A Not So Reluctant Saviour
Dinner was served but he was not hungry. Guthrie pushed aside his dish, pulled out a parchment and quill and began to scribble.
Dear Mother,
I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
Guthrie.
He grunted at his letter. It was briefer than his father's letter and just as redundant. But what was he suppose to write? 'I miss you so so much and can you please send me a pack of cigarettes?'
He inwardly laughed at the thought of what his mother would do to him if she knew he smoked. . . Speaking of smoking, he suddenly had the urge to go out for a cigarette.
"Oh Guthrie!" It was Desdemona, making her way towards him.
He definitely felt like a smoke, he thought before he made a mad dash to the door.
He rushed outside to the banks of the lake, lit a joint and puffed. He mused at the beauty of the lake and started to recall the little incident in the hallway. He didn't mean to intrude on Slytherins settling things with the three Gryffindors, Hell, he could have just ignored it. He never was a person that liked to involve himself in something that didn't concern him.
He remembered the Raven girl giving him a look, wondering if he would join with his fellow Slytherins. . . He would, if he was more patriotic towards his house, but he wasn't. To say it nicely, he's indifferent, to say it frankly, he doesn't give a shit. Being in Slytherin was just part of his Malfoy obligations. Everyone expected him to be in Slytherin so he just went. Saves him having to deal with his bastard of a father.
Returning the thoughts about the hall incident, although it sounded like he was being an uncaring jerk, he did think about the well-being of Raven (and maybe of his cousins' too. . . just maybe). He figured that Desdemona, being as pathetic as she was, would follow him if he left, saving Raven and co. from being blown to bits. Many Slytherins actually are taught Dark Arts in secret by upper year students so it would be likely all those girls knew how to do a lot of damage.
But he did think about something that he had never thought of before. What kind of impression did he leave with Raven? He never really cared about how people saw him, but this seemed to be different. _She_ seemed to be different. She was the first person that didn't care that he was a Malfoy (Chap. 3) and tried to befriend him not just because of the wealth and the supremacy of his family. . .
But by befriending her it would piss his father off. He smirked at the idea.
'Even better.' He thought to himself.
*Clack* *Crackle*
Someone was walking toward him. Who could it be?
"Mister Malfoy!"
'Shit!' he thought as he swiftly threw the joint to the ground and crushed it with his foot. He then turned around to see the new Transfiguration teacher, Professor Alta. She was frowning and had a disappointed look.
"When you were in my class today, I never thought you would do such a thing, smoking! Detention after dinner. Now get back inside."
Alta then escorted Guthrie back to teacher, much to his distress.
*****
"Hey look, it's that Malfoy guy. . . And Professor Alta behind him. He He, must have gotten in trouble." Bayard informed Raven and Mildred and they promptly turned their."
They turned to see Guthrie in the Great Hall once again. Raven had noticed him leave the Hall and now he's back so soon. She watched him make his way towards his usual seat and Desdemona clung herself to him.
Raven grimace lightly and turned back to the table. She didn't have to see that and to distract herself from the thought of the two Slytherin's, she focused on her dinner and finished it in record time (she's a girl that eat a lot when she's unhappy). Bayard then pushed his plate towards Raven.
"Here Raven. If you want more, you can have mine."
Raven blushed. How embarrassing that she literally engulfed her dinner. She smiled and shook her head lightly in refusal.
*****
Dinner finished and the detention list was to be read and all those on the list were to stay behind. A very old and feeble Filch was on stage with Mrs. Norris III and he read the list out.
"Weasley, Mildred. Weasley, Bayard. Potter, Raven. Malfoy, Guthrie."
Raven sunk into her seat. It was rather embarrassing to get a detention on the first day of lessons.
Everyone then left the hall and the detentionee's sauntered to the front of the Great Hall where Filch was waiting to torment them. He ordered them to hand in their wands so that no magic was allowed to aid them on their punishment. He then gave an evil smile.
"He He, I will enjoy making you people suffer." He turned to Mildred and Bayard. "Weasley's! You're twin Uncles' were the worsted students ever to enter Hogwarts. You two would probably be just as bad. Alright, both of you will be polishing all the suit of armors on the fourth floor."
They both groaned loudly as they knew exactly how many suit of armors there were. It would be a long night for them. Filch then turned to Guthrie and Raven.
"Potter and Malfoy eh? Well well, it would be interesting for you two to work together. . . Both of you, storage dungeon. I want all those jars to be in alphabetical order when I go and check."
There was not much protest coming from those two but Bayard watched them with disapproval. _His_ Raven. . . and that bloody Malfoy! If only he could be with her tonight. . .
"WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL STANDING HERE?! GET TO WORK!"
"Yes sir."
*****
Raven coughed loudly as Guthrie wrenched the dungeon trap door open and the dust escaped out of the room. They then made their way down the ladder and looked around. Endless empty shelves and a lot of boxes were seen. Looks like they had to unpack all the stuff and place them on the shelves.
"Well," started Raven as she wasted no time in opening some boxes. "Alphabetical order it is." She pulled out a jar and studied the label. ". . . Coral Reef. . ." Raven turned to look at Guthrie, who was standing by the ladder, arms folded, watching her.
"What is it? Is there something on my face?"
Gutherie chuckled.
"No, I just find you. . . interesting."
Raven flushed. Interesting? In what way? She decided that she didn't want to think about it, reached into the box for another jar and threw it at him. He caught it and looked at her questioningly.
"Well I'm sure you'll find helping me interesting too." Said Raven and gestured Guthrie over to help her unpack.
****
"This sucks. It's been an hour and we're only up to the 10th armour."
Bayard smiled weakly at his sister.
"Don't worry sis. Only 290 to go. . . Say, I wonder what Raven is doing. . ."
"Probably slaving away in the dungeon and hating every minute of being with a Malfoy."
*****
Raven and Guthrie were working relatively well as a team. They've sorted all the boxes from A to C and were ready to sort the more. It's been an hour and they haven't really talked much and it was really agitating Raven. She decided to break the ice and have a nice conversation.
"Umm. . . Guthrie. . . thanks for that thing you did in the hall earlier. That was very nice."
Guthrie shrugged.
"I didn't do much." And he got back to sorting.
'Talkative bastard' Raven cursed in her head. She decided to try again.
"I noticed that you don't hang around many people. . ."
Guthrie raised an eyebrow.
"Are you implying that I have no friends?" he asked in a mock angry tone.
Raven chuckled at his attempt to scare her.
"No, I'm just. . . well, I just thought that an almighty Malfoy would certainly attract a lot of people."
Guthrie smirked.
"I do," he then turned to pile some more jars on a shelf. "But I choose not to associate with ass kissers who are fake and insincere with their compliments."
Raven stopped what she was doing. This doesn't sound like a Malfoy. It was contradicting what her father had told her about them. That Malfoy's were arrogant, bullies and just down right scum. But Guthrie seemed so. . . different.
Just as Raven was deep in thought, Peeves spontaneously flew in through one of the walls and out the other. His high pitched shriek and fast movements caused a few shelves to waver. Raven could only watch on, paralyzed by fear as a giant shelf next to her swayed back and forth. . . then forward towards her. She tried to run but as she pulled her leg forward to do so, she realized she was unable to move them. Her legs seemed magically glued to the floor. The contents of the shelf fell towards her. Her arms formed a cross as she attempted to block the heavy glass jars. They smashed against her with much force and fell onto the floor, leaving many shattered pieces of glass.
Arms bruised by the impact of the jars, she was now in a state of panic. She used all her might to pull her legs off the floor but it would not budge. There was more than just fear holding her legs stationary, it was something more. It felt like hands pulling her legs down onto the floor.
Raven closed her eyes and screamed as the shelf fell with more velocity towards her. She then heard the shelf make contact, but it was not with her or the floor.
"Guthrie!" she yelled. He was standing in front of the large wooden shelf, using his hands and his head to try and push the shelf back with his whole body weight. His eyes flashed and for a moment, it appeared to be blood red. . . He gritted his teeth as sweat poured down his forehead. Even thought he used all his strength to push back, it was obvious he was not going to hold it back too long as his feet could be seen sliding back ever so slowly, scraping the broken glass as he did so. . .
"Wingardium Leviousar!"
The shelf floated towards the ceiling and lowered back to its original state. Both the students turned towards the trap door to see Professor Alta standing at the top of the ladder. If it weren't for her, both Raven and Guthrie would have turned into pancakes.
"Consider this the end of your detention. Now get back to your dormitories." With a swift turn, she left.
Guthrie and Raven looked at each other with confusion.
'Well that was very calm of her.' Thought Raven, as she tried to move her legs. They were no longer stuck to the floor. She was surprised and curious to why her legs were stuck in the first place but she just dismissed it as plain fear. She walked to Guthrie, who was a bit puffed out from trying to save Raven, and handed him a handkerchief.
"Here," she said as she offered the hankie. "Thank you."
Guthrie look at her and smirked. He took the hankie and wiped his forehead of sweat. Raven smiled sweetly.
"Keep it." And she ran happily out of the dungeon and to the Gryffindor tower.
Guthrie didn't move and just watched the giddy girl happily running off. He looked down at the handkerchief in his hand. Why did he risk his life to save her? Why was he so happy inside? Why is he gripping this hankie so goddamn tightly? Could it be. . . No. It can't be. It was just out of the tiny bit of goodness of his heart. Nothing more. . .
*****
"WHEN THE HELL IS THIS GOING TO END???"
"Stop whining Millie. Just 200 more to go!"
*****
Dear Daddy,
I'm alright here at Hogwarts. Millie and Bayard look out for me a lot. . . Daddy, can I ask a question. . . Are the Malfoy's all that bad? I mean, I met one of them and they don't seem as bad as you said they were. Well, tell Mommy not to worry too much about me. Bye Bye!
Raven
Raven sealed the envelop and tied it to Elsu's leg. She patted him and released the owl. He glided over the lush green grass surrounding Hogwarts and it appeared as though he was flying towards the moon. Raven watched on as she felt the night breeze brush her face.
Raven grinned as the thought of Guthrie risking his life to save hers. It kept replaying over and over again. But he's a Malfoy, could it all have been an act to gain her trust so that he could harm her more easily? Or could it be that it was a genuine gesture of care?
Raven thought for a moment. She _was_ depending on her father's reply to make a judgment on Guthrie. . . But she has made up her mind already. She didn't need someone to help her make her verdict. . .
Guthrie really is not a bad person. . .
Not bad at all. . .
*****
The open window lead the light gust of wind into a room of the girls dormitory. It swept past the beds, the curtains and made its way to a wooden desk. A paper fluttered under the paper weight. It was a letter.
Dear Raven,
It's good that you are enjoying Hogwarts. . . An answer to your question. . . Yes, they are all bad and I would suggest you not to make contact with the Malfoy you mentioned again. You might get hurt.
Love you, dear.
From your father that misses you lots.
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Next Chapter: Harry is concerned for his daughter, but its not just because she is away from home. . .
Draco is worried too. . . But why?
Author's Note: Phew! I'd say it was a long chapter. Took me bloody long to finish it! Well, the computer is going to be fixed later so hopefully it will function better when I get it back. By the way, I am in the process of making artworks for this story. When I get a scanner, I will scan them and give you guys the links to see them. Till next time. . . Ciao!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
---------- Author's Rant: SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG!!! My computer mucked up the whole file so I had to do the whole chapter again! Well, now it's done so enjoy it. More information in 'Author's Note'.
~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
A Not So Reluctant Saviour
Dinner was served but he was not hungry. Guthrie pushed aside his dish, pulled out a parchment and quill and began to scribble.
Dear Mother,
I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
Guthrie.
He grunted at his letter. It was briefer than his father's letter and just as redundant. But what was he suppose to write? 'I miss you so so much and can you please send me a pack of cigarettes?'
He inwardly laughed at the thought of what his mother would do to him if she knew he smoked. . . Speaking of smoking, he suddenly had the urge to go out for a cigarette.
"Oh Guthrie!" It was Desdemona, making her way towards him.
He definitely felt like a smoke, he thought before he made a mad dash to the door.
He rushed outside to the banks of the lake, lit a joint and puffed. He mused at the beauty of the lake and started to recall the little incident in the hallway. He didn't mean to intrude on Slytherins settling things with the three Gryffindors, Hell, he could have just ignored it. He never was a person that liked to involve himself in something that didn't concern him.
He remembered the Raven girl giving him a look, wondering if he would join with his fellow Slytherins. . . He would, if he was more patriotic towards his house, but he wasn't. To say it nicely, he's indifferent, to say it frankly, he doesn't give a shit. Being in Slytherin was just part of his Malfoy obligations. Everyone expected him to be in Slytherin so he just went. Saves him having to deal with his bastard of a father.
Returning the thoughts about the hall incident, although it sounded like he was being an uncaring jerk, he did think about the well-being of Raven (and maybe of his cousins' too. . . just maybe). He figured that Desdemona, being as pathetic as she was, would follow him if he left, saving Raven and co. from being blown to bits. Many Slytherins actually are taught Dark Arts in secret by upper year students so it would be likely all those girls knew how to do a lot of damage.
But he did think about something that he had never thought of before. What kind of impression did he leave with Raven? He never really cared about how people saw him, but this seemed to be different. _She_ seemed to be different. She was the first person that didn't care that he was a Malfoy (Chap. 3) and tried to befriend him not just because of the wealth and the supremacy of his family. . .
But by befriending her it would piss his father off. He smirked at the idea.
'Even better.' He thought to himself.
*Clack* *Crackle*
Someone was walking toward him. Who could it be?
"Mister Malfoy!"
'Shit!' he thought as he swiftly threw the joint to the ground and crushed it with his foot. He then turned around to see the new Transfiguration teacher, Professor Alta. She was frowning and had a disappointed look.
"When you were in my class today, I never thought you would do such a thing, smoking! Detention after dinner. Now get back inside."
Alta then escorted Guthrie back to teacher, much to his distress.
*****
"Hey look, it's that Malfoy guy. . . And Professor Alta behind him. He He, must have gotten in trouble." Bayard informed Raven and Mildred and they promptly turned their."
They turned to see Guthrie in the Great Hall once again. Raven had noticed him leave the Hall and now he's back so soon. She watched him make his way towards his usual seat and Desdemona clung herself to him.
Raven grimace lightly and turned back to the table. She didn't have to see that and to distract herself from the thought of the two Slytherin's, she focused on her dinner and finished it in record time (she's a girl that eat a lot when she's unhappy). Bayard then pushed his plate towards Raven.
"Here Raven. If you want more, you can have mine."
Raven blushed. How embarrassing that she literally engulfed her dinner. She smiled and shook her head lightly in refusal.
*****
Dinner finished and the detention list was to be read and all those on the list were to stay behind. A very old and feeble Filch was on stage with Mrs. Norris III and he read the list out.
"Weasley, Mildred. Weasley, Bayard. Potter, Raven. Malfoy, Guthrie."
Raven sunk into her seat. It was rather embarrassing to get a detention on the first day of lessons.
Everyone then left the hall and the detentionee's sauntered to the front of the Great Hall where Filch was waiting to torment them. He ordered them to hand in their wands so that no magic was allowed to aid them on their punishment. He then gave an evil smile.
"He He, I will enjoy making you people suffer." He turned to Mildred and Bayard. "Weasley's! You're twin Uncles' were the worsted students ever to enter Hogwarts. You two would probably be just as bad. Alright, both of you will be polishing all the suit of armors on the fourth floor."
They both groaned loudly as they knew exactly how many suit of armors there were. It would be a long night for them. Filch then turned to Guthrie and Raven.
"Potter and Malfoy eh? Well well, it would be interesting for you two to work together. . . Both of you, storage dungeon. I want all those jars to be in alphabetical order when I go and check."
There was not much protest coming from those two but Bayard watched them with disapproval. _His_ Raven. . . and that bloody Malfoy! If only he could be with her tonight. . .
"WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL STANDING HERE?! GET TO WORK!"
"Yes sir."
*****
Raven coughed loudly as Guthrie wrenched the dungeon trap door open and the dust escaped out of the room. They then made their way down the ladder and looked around. Endless empty shelves and a lot of boxes were seen. Looks like they had to unpack all the stuff and place them on the shelves.
"Well," started Raven as she wasted no time in opening some boxes. "Alphabetical order it is." She pulled out a jar and studied the label. ". . . Coral Reef. . ." Raven turned to look at Guthrie, who was standing by the ladder, arms folded, watching her.
"What is it? Is there something on my face?"
Gutherie chuckled.
"No, I just find you. . . interesting."
Raven flushed. Interesting? In what way? She decided that she didn't want to think about it, reached into the box for another jar and threw it at him. He caught it and looked at her questioningly.
"Well I'm sure you'll find helping me interesting too." Said Raven and gestured Guthrie over to help her unpack.
****
"This sucks. It's been an hour and we're only up to the 10th armour."
Bayard smiled weakly at his sister.
"Don't worry sis. Only 290 to go. . . Say, I wonder what Raven is doing. . ."
"Probably slaving away in the dungeon and hating every minute of being with a Malfoy."
*****
Raven and Guthrie were working relatively well as a team. They've sorted all the boxes from A to C and were ready to sort the more. It's been an hour and they haven't really talked much and it was really agitating Raven. She decided to break the ice and have a nice conversation.
"Umm. . . Guthrie. . . thanks for that thing you did in the hall earlier. That was very nice."
Guthrie shrugged.
"I didn't do much." And he got back to sorting.
'Talkative bastard' Raven cursed in her head. She decided to try again.
"I noticed that you don't hang around many people. . ."
Guthrie raised an eyebrow.
"Are you implying that I have no friends?" he asked in a mock angry tone.
Raven chuckled at his attempt to scare her.
"No, I'm just. . . well, I just thought that an almighty Malfoy would certainly attract a lot of people."
Guthrie smirked.
"I do," he then turned to pile some more jars on a shelf. "But I choose not to associate with ass kissers who are fake and insincere with their compliments."
Raven stopped what she was doing. This doesn't sound like a Malfoy. It was contradicting what her father had told her about them. That Malfoy's were arrogant, bullies and just down right scum. But Guthrie seemed so. . . different.
Just as Raven was deep in thought, Peeves spontaneously flew in through one of the walls and out the other. His high pitched shriek and fast movements caused a few shelves to waver. Raven could only watch on, paralyzed by fear as a giant shelf next to her swayed back and forth. . . then forward towards her. She tried to run but as she pulled her leg forward to do so, she realized she was unable to move them. Her legs seemed magically glued to the floor. The contents of the shelf fell towards her. Her arms formed a cross as she attempted to block the heavy glass jars. They smashed against her with much force and fell onto the floor, leaving many shattered pieces of glass.
Arms bruised by the impact of the jars, she was now in a state of panic. She used all her might to pull her legs off the floor but it would not budge. There was more than just fear holding her legs stationary, it was something more. It felt like hands pulling her legs down onto the floor.
Raven closed her eyes and screamed as the shelf fell with more velocity towards her. She then heard the shelf make contact, but it was not with her or the floor.
"Guthrie!" she yelled. He was standing in front of the large wooden shelf, using his hands and his head to try and push the shelf back with his whole body weight. His eyes flashed and for a moment, it appeared to be blood red. . . He gritted his teeth as sweat poured down his forehead. Even thought he used all his strength to push back, it was obvious he was not going to hold it back too long as his feet could be seen sliding back ever so slowly, scraping the broken glass as he did so. . .
"Wingardium Leviousar!"
The shelf floated towards the ceiling and lowered back to its original state. Both the students turned towards the trap door to see Professor Alta standing at the top of the ladder. If it weren't for her, both Raven and Guthrie would have turned into pancakes.
"Consider this the end of your detention. Now get back to your dormitories." With a swift turn, she left.
Guthrie and Raven looked at each other with confusion.
'Well that was very calm of her.' Thought Raven, as she tried to move her legs. They were no longer stuck to the floor. She was surprised and curious to why her legs were stuck in the first place but she just dismissed it as plain fear. She walked to Guthrie, who was a bit puffed out from trying to save Raven, and handed him a handkerchief.
"Here," she said as she offered the hankie. "Thank you."
Guthrie look at her and smirked. He took the hankie and wiped his forehead of sweat. Raven smiled sweetly.
"Keep it." And she ran happily out of the dungeon and to the Gryffindor tower.
Guthrie didn't move and just watched the giddy girl happily running off. He looked down at the handkerchief in his hand. Why did he risk his life to save her? Why was he so happy inside? Why is he gripping this hankie so goddamn tightly? Could it be. . . No. It can't be. It was just out of the tiny bit of goodness of his heart. Nothing more. . .
*****
"WHEN THE HELL IS THIS GOING TO END???"
"Stop whining Millie. Just 200 more to go!"
*****
Dear Daddy,
I'm alright here at Hogwarts. Millie and Bayard look out for me a lot. . . Daddy, can I ask a question. . . Are the Malfoy's all that bad? I mean, I met one of them and they don't seem as bad as you said they were. Well, tell Mommy not to worry too much about me. Bye Bye!
Raven
Raven sealed the envelop and tied it to Elsu's leg. She patted him and released the owl. He glided over the lush green grass surrounding Hogwarts and it appeared as though he was flying towards the moon. Raven watched on as she felt the night breeze brush her face.
Raven grinned as the thought of Guthrie risking his life to save hers. It kept replaying over and over again. But he's a Malfoy, could it all have been an act to gain her trust so that he could harm her more easily? Or could it be that it was a genuine gesture of care?
Raven thought for a moment. She _was_ depending on her father's reply to make a judgment on Guthrie. . . But she has made up her mind already. She didn't need someone to help her make her verdict. . .
Guthrie really is not a bad person. . .
Not bad at all. . .
*****
The open window lead the light gust of wind into a room of the girls dormitory. It swept past the beds, the curtains and made its way to a wooden desk. A paper fluttered under the paper weight. It was a letter.
Dear Raven,
It's good that you are enjoying Hogwarts. . . An answer to your question. . . Yes, they are all bad and I would suggest you not to make contact with the Malfoy you mentioned again. You might get hurt.
Love you, dear.
From your father that misses you lots.
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Next Chapter: Harry is concerned for his daughter, but its not just because she is away from home. . .
Draco is worried too. . . But why?
Author's Note: Phew! I'd say it was a long chapter. Took me bloody long to finish it! Well, the computer is going to be fixed later so hopefully it will function better when I get it back. By the way, I am in the process of making artworks for this story. When I get a scanner, I will scan them and give you guys the links to see them. Till next time. . . Ciao!