Oh MY GOD! It's been ages since I last updated. But I've had the most
wondrous case of writer's block that you could ever hope for. If you didn't
guess, my voice was laced with sarcasm. On that note, I wrote a three part
fic to ease my writer's block, called 'Alive But Dead', check it out.
With Order of the Phoenix out, I decided to change things around a bit, just to fit in with the death. Nothing much, just his name taken out.
Disclaimer: I own the plot and anything you don't recognise, I wish I owned everything, but hey, I know I'd just spend all the money!
"spoken"
//thoughts//
//: mind conversation between Harry and Draco ://
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.:: Chapter Seven ::.
Harry wondered out of the Gallery Hogwarts housed. Many portraits over the years had been added since the era of the Four Founders and Harry knew practically all by name. It was a way of getting to know his parents slightly, through their memories of their teenage selves.
//Been ages since I was last there// Harry thought quietly.
//: How's things in Reckslata? :// He asked his friend in the tiny tribe in Africa.
//: Wonderfully cheerful, something about the new moon :// Draco replied.
Harry laughed out loud.
"Now, now Harry, first sign of madness is hearing voices that others can't and the second sign is laughing to yourself," Harry spun around and smiled as he saw Hermione.
//: See ya later mate, I've gotta convince 'Mione that I'm not crazy :// Harry said.
//: Would wish you good luck, but I know you are so it's pointless to try :// Draco replied.
"'Mione, I haven't heard voices that others can't hear since I was twelve and I was laughing at Draco." Harry grinned at her.
"Draco?" He's not here is he?" She asked, too casually.
"Currently no, but he'll be back soon." Harry answered. "Wanna come back to our rooms and have a chat?"
"Sure." They set off down the corridor, their arms linked.
"Shall we see if Ron's free too? I haven't seen him properly." Harry said.
"Yeah, come one."
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"You sure you've got enough cakes there?" Hermione asked as she watched the table fill with cakes jumping from an open cupboard.
Harry laughed, "Blame Sarah, she's such a good cook that we always insist on having a variety of food to eat already prepared."
"Can I come stay with you then? I'd be in heaven!" Ron said, his eyes wide with pleasure.
"Still thinking of your stomach, eh mate?" Harry grinned.
Ron replied by eating a slice of chocolate cake, "mm mm-mm mmm"
"Sure, cos we really understood that." Harry grinned. "Wait here a sec, kay?"
Harry walked through a door and could be heard rummaging through things. Hermione and Ron exchanged a look and then settled down on the sofa in front of the fire.
"Here we are." Harry returned. "I know I just disappeared but I did think of you." He hesitated, "Things are somewhat belated birthday, and Christmas gifts."
Ron opened his, "Harry!" He screeched. "They're magnificent." He said awe- struck.
"I know you always wanted one, and I saw it and thought 'Ron', so I traded it for rubies and made a new friend." Harry said.
Ron stood up and slipped the holders onto his arms. He picked up the small daggers and grinned. They were made of silver and light to the touch. On the flat near the hilt, etched into the metal 'Ron Weasley' gleamed. Ron examined the hilt and noticed the engraving of a lion surrounded by red and golden stones.
"Thanks," he said quietly and gave him friend a quick hug.
Hermione opened her present next and gasped. "Oh my!"
"They're ancient volumes on magic that supposedly dates back to when Time Dawned, I thought you'd be interested in reading them." Harry said simply.
"Where- Where did you find them? They must have cost a fortune!" She gasped, still gob-smacked.
"Didn't cost me a thing. If you think Albus is ancient then you should see Damien Forest. That old man is astoundingly sharp for his age."
Hermione interrupted him, "Forest? As in the family name of Forest that died out in the nineteenth century?"
"Er, yeah. Only he's still alive, the remaining one, but he can't leave the cave in the volcano he inhabits, something about a curse. Anyway, after Dray and I had finished reading them he asked if we would have a use for them and we both thought of you."
"Really, they are amazing. I don't know what to say."
"It's nothing." Harry said, smiling at his friends.
"So it sounds like you've travelled all over the world." Ron said, almost enviously.
"Mostly, for three years Dray and I just wandered around, learnt a lot and met a lot of interesting people that we're allied to. Then we decided to see if we could be of any use to Percy since we were useless against Voldemort."
"Yeah, we heard about that," Ron said quietly. "You do realise that mum is going to hug you and then strangle you for not keeping in touch with her."
They grinned, "And what is she going to do with Percy?" Harry asked innocently.
"You're both going to be buried in the garden." Hermione said, straight faced.
"Anything practical you want on your headstone?" Ron asked.
"How about, 'The wrath of Mrs. Weasley should never been tried'?" Harry said.
"Or how about 'Here lies the fool Harry Potter'?" Ron said.
"Or even, 'I.N.K.I.P'?" Hermione said.
"INKIP?" Harry and Ron repeated, looking at each other.
"Yep, stands for, 'I Never Kept In Touch'."
They laughed.
After a moment of silence, Harry said, "Look I am sorry. I know I should of kept in touch, it was just . hard."
"It's ok we understand. Albus told us that he said a lot of things he didn't mean. He was just worried that you and Dray had put yourselves in such danger." Hermione said.
"Anyway, what about the time that you and Draco thought it would be a good idea to decorate Snape's dungeon at Christmas time," Ron grinned at the anarchy that had occurred.
"Man, that was a good idea, he just didn't realise it at the time." Harry grinned back. Indeed, Severus wasn't exactly pleased but in the detention that had resulted, he changed his mind due to a little persuasion from Harry. Although that didn't stop him from removing the decorations.
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About half nine, the Golden Trio were still reminiscing about the good old days when Sarah returned.
"Everything alright?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Ah you know, girl meets boy, boy asks her out, girl spends two hours getting ready, girl gets there and boy decides to flirt with everything in front of girl." She started towards her room before Harry enveloped her in a hug.
"Want me to scare the git?" Harry asked.
"Nah, he's not worth it." She pulled back slightly and turned to Hermione and Ron. "Sorry to interrupt, I hope I didn't spoil your evening."
"You didn't," Hermione said kindly.
"Why don't you join us? We're just talking about the times we spent here. Especially all the detentions Harry and Draco had. You'd think they were asking for detention with Snape." Ron said.
"Er, sure, I'll join you, I'll just get changed." She started towards her room again before turning around, "And yet even now, they still enjoy winding up there superiors."
Laughter followed her retreating back.
"She's nice," Hermione said, looking at Harry and then Ron.
"Yeah, pretty too," Harry said with a pointed look at Ron.
"Oh no! Whatever you are thinking it can stop now." Ron replied, crossing his arms.
"Thinking? What are we supposed to be thinking Harry?" Hermione asked innocently.
"I've no idea 'Mione."
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Four wine glasses were in use when Draco returned. "Hey everyone." He greeted not really noticing who was there.
Draco slumped in the seat next to Ron and ruffled his hair.
"Er Draco are you feeling alright?" Harry asked.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Draco asked, half-asleep.
"Because despite the truce you and Ron called you still like to insult him and vice versa." Harry replied.
"And your point is?"
"Maybe you should open your eyes, snake," Ron said.
Draco's arm froze as he conjured up a wine glass. After a couple of seconds, he opened his eyes and saw Ron next to him, Sarah and Hermione on one sofa and Harry sprawled on another.
"Opps, my bad, though that you and 'Mione were Jonesy and Kev."
"Yeah, cos 'Mione really has such a masculine figure." Sarah quipped.
"Sorry, but four bodies normally mean the departments around, not old school mates." Draco replied uncomfortably.
"S'ok, an easy mistake to make when you're as tired as you look," Hermione said softly.
"Thanks," their eyes meet and they stared at each other for a long moment.
//: You're drooling :// Harry said amused.
//: Bugger off Harry ://
"Search complete." A computerised voice said, breaking the five from their thoughts.
"What were you searching?" Sarah and Draco asked.
"Er," Harry said as he reached for the printout. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath, followed by more swear words, each getting worse by the moment.
In a second Draco and Sarah were by his side, Ron and Hermione a few steps behind them.
Sarah gasped as she saw the sheet of paper.
Draco took the paper out her hands, "Please tell me this is a joke," he said coldly.
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Once again, sorry for the wait, I won't let it happen again (hopefully)
Check out my latest story, quite story, but who cares? It's called Alive But Dead and you can find it on my bio page.
With Order of the Phoenix out, I decided to change things around a bit, just to fit in with the death. Nothing much, just his name taken out.
Disclaimer: I own the plot and anything you don't recognise, I wish I owned everything, but hey, I know I'd just spend all the money!
"spoken"
//thoughts//
//: mind conversation between Harry and Draco ://
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.:: Chapter Seven ::.
Harry wondered out of the Gallery Hogwarts housed. Many portraits over the years had been added since the era of the Four Founders and Harry knew practically all by name. It was a way of getting to know his parents slightly, through their memories of their teenage selves.
//Been ages since I was last there// Harry thought quietly.
//: How's things in Reckslata? :// He asked his friend in the tiny tribe in Africa.
//: Wonderfully cheerful, something about the new moon :// Draco replied.
Harry laughed out loud.
"Now, now Harry, first sign of madness is hearing voices that others can't and the second sign is laughing to yourself," Harry spun around and smiled as he saw Hermione.
//: See ya later mate, I've gotta convince 'Mione that I'm not crazy :// Harry said.
//: Would wish you good luck, but I know you are so it's pointless to try :// Draco replied.
"'Mione, I haven't heard voices that others can't hear since I was twelve and I was laughing at Draco." Harry grinned at her.
"Draco?" He's not here is he?" She asked, too casually.
"Currently no, but he'll be back soon." Harry answered. "Wanna come back to our rooms and have a chat?"
"Sure." They set off down the corridor, their arms linked.
"Shall we see if Ron's free too? I haven't seen him properly." Harry said.
"Yeah, come one."
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"You sure you've got enough cakes there?" Hermione asked as she watched the table fill with cakes jumping from an open cupboard.
Harry laughed, "Blame Sarah, she's such a good cook that we always insist on having a variety of food to eat already prepared."
"Can I come stay with you then? I'd be in heaven!" Ron said, his eyes wide with pleasure.
"Still thinking of your stomach, eh mate?" Harry grinned.
Ron replied by eating a slice of chocolate cake, "mm mm-mm mmm"
"Sure, cos we really understood that." Harry grinned. "Wait here a sec, kay?"
Harry walked through a door and could be heard rummaging through things. Hermione and Ron exchanged a look and then settled down on the sofa in front of the fire.
"Here we are." Harry returned. "I know I just disappeared but I did think of you." He hesitated, "Things are somewhat belated birthday, and Christmas gifts."
Ron opened his, "Harry!" He screeched. "They're magnificent." He said awe- struck.
"I know you always wanted one, and I saw it and thought 'Ron', so I traded it for rubies and made a new friend." Harry said.
Ron stood up and slipped the holders onto his arms. He picked up the small daggers and grinned. They were made of silver and light to the touch. On the flat near the hilt, etched into the metal 'Ron Weasley' gleamed. Ron examined the hilt and noticed the engraving of a lion surrounded by red and golden stones.
"Thanks," he said quietly and gave him friend a quick hug.
Hermione opened her present next and gasped. "Oh my!"
"They're ancient volumes on magic that supposedly dates back to when Time Dawned, I thought you'd be interested in reading them." Harry said simply.
"Where- Where did you find them? They must have cost a fortune!" She gasped, still gob-smacked.
"Didn't cost me a thing. If you think Albus is ancient then you should see Damien Forest. That old man is astoundingly sharp for his age."
Hermione interrupted him, "Forest? As in the family name of Forest that died out in the nineteenth century?"
"Er, yeah. Only he's still alive, the remaining one, but he can't leave the cave in the volcano he inhabits, something about a curse. Anyway, after Dray and I had finished reading them he asked if we would have a use for them and we both thought of you."
"Really, they are amazing. I don't know what to say."
"It's nothing." Harry said, smiling at his friends.
"So it sounds like you've travelled all over the world." Ron said, almost enviously.
"Mostly, for three years Dray and I just wandered around, learnt a lot and met a lot of interesting people that we're allied to. Then we decided to see if we could be of any use to Percy since we were useless against Voldemort."
"Yeah, we heard about that," Ron said quietly. "You do realise that mum is going to hug you and then strangle you for not keeping in touch with her."
They grinned, "And what is she going to do with Percy?" Harry asked innocently.
"You're both going to be buried in the garden." Hermione said, straight faced.
"Anything practical you want on your headstone?" Ron asked.
"How about, 'The wrath of Mrs. Weasley should never been tried'?" Harry said.
"Or how about 'Here lies the fool Harry Potter'?" Ron said.
"Or even, 'I.N.K.I.P'?" Hermione said.
"INKIP?" Harry and Ron repeated, looking at each other.
"Yep, stands for, 'I Never Kept In Touch'."
They laughed.
After a moment of silence, Harry said, "Look I am sorry. I know I should of kept in touch, it was just . hard."
"It's ok we understand. Albus told us that he said a lot of things he didn't mean. He was just worried that you and Dray had put yourselves in such danger." Hermione said.
"Anyway, what about the time that you and Draco thought it would be a good idea to decorate Snape's dungeon at Christmas time," Ron grinned at the anarchy that had occurred.
"Man, that was a good idea, he just didn't realise it at the time." Harry grinned back. Indeed, Severus wasn't exactly pleased but in the detention that had resulted, he changed his mind due to a little persuasion from Harry. Although that didn't stop him from removing the decorations.
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About half nine, the Golden Trio were still reminiscing about the good old days when Sarah returned.
"Everything alright?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Ah you know, girl meets boy, boy asks her out, girl spends two hours getting ready, girl gets there and boy decides to flirt with everything in front of girl." She started towards her room before Harry enveloped her in a hug.
"Want me to scare the git?" Harry asked.
"Nah, he's not worth it." She pulled back slightly and turned to Hermione and Ron. "Sorry to interrupt, I hope I didn't spoil your evening."
"You didn't," Hermione said kindly.
"Why don't you join us? We're just talking about the times we spent here. Especially all the detentions Harry and Draco had. You'd think they were asking for detention with Snape." Ron said.
"Er, sure, I'll join you, I'll just get changed." She started towards her room again before turning around, "And yet even now, they still enjoy winding up there superiors."
Laughter followed her retreating back.
"She's nice," Hermione said, looking at Harry and then Ron.
"Yeah, pretty too," Harry said with a pointed look at Ron.
"Oh no! Whatever you are thinking it can stop now." Ron replied, crossing his arms.
"Thinking? What are we supposed to be thinking Harry?" Hermione asked innocently.
"I've no idea 'Mione."
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Four wine glasses were in use when Draco returned. "Hey everyone." He greeted not really noticing who was there.
Draco slumped in the seat next to Ron and ruffled his hair.
"Er Draco are you feeling alright?" Harry asked.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Draco asked, half-asleep.
"Because despite the truce you and Ron called you still like to insult him and vice versa." Harry replied.
"And your point is?"
"Maybe you should open your eyes, snake," Ron said.
Draco's arm froze as he conjured up a wine glass. After a couple of seconds, he opened his eyes and saw Ron next to him, Sarah and Hermione on one sofa and Harry sprawled on another.
"Opps, my bad, though that you and 'Mione were Jonesy and Kev."
"Yeah, cos 'Mione really has such a masculine figure." Sarah quipped.
"Sorry, but four bodies normally mean the departments around, not old school mates." Draco replied uncomfortably.
"S'ok, an easy mistake to make when you're as tired as you look," Hermione said softly.
"Thanks," their eyes meet and they stared at each other for a long moment.
//: You're drooling :// Harry said amused.
//: Bugger off Harry ://
"Search complete." A computerised voice said, breaking the five from their thoughts.
"What were you searching?" Sarah and Draco asked.
"Er," Harry said as he reached for the printout. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath, followed by more swear words, each getting worse by the moment.
In a second Draco and Sarah were by his side, Ron and Hermione a few steps behind them.
Sarah gasped as she saw the sheet of paper.
Draco took the paper out her hands, "Please tell me this is a joke," he said coldly.
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Once again, sorry for the wait, I won't let it happen again (hopefully)
Check out my latest story, quite story, but who cares? It's called Alive But Dead and you can find it on my bio page.