The Once and Future Dragon King
By Tulzdavampslayer
Chapter V – Squishify
A/N – it's fun to rhyme. But also fun to make up words. Thanks to ppl who have read this fic and talked to me on MSN, but reviews are also pretty. Just so you know. ANYWAY thanks reviewers! I will be explaining who the Arthurian ppl are VERY VERY VERY soon. Just not this chapter.
Disclaimer – they're not mine. Elaine isn't even, she's kind of Arthurian. And Monty Python's Spanish Inquisition Sketch's not either.
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"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!"
Godric Gryffindor himself would have shivered in his shoes at the sight. That is, if he'd been a first year. Or not quite so dead. But people don't always stay dead, as this story will prove. But Godric was forcing the author to jump the gun a bit, and also causing several innocent readers to believe that Lucius Malfoy wasn't trule dead.
The point should be made now that Lucius Malfoy fell off the Astrology Tower. He wasn't carrying his wand, Ginny had it, and he had never heard of a parachute. (Besides, he would have just spat on it. Dirty Filthy Muggles.) There were no giant mattresses below, just one very hard stone courtyard. Lucius Malfoy not only died, but he made a rather interesting sound.
He went squish.
Dead people come back to life all the time, but squished people tend to stay squished.
So, unless the author is threatened with a great deal of pain from her reviewers, Lucius shall remain squishified, and the author shall continue to inventify words.
(A/N – Blalba to you Jimmy and Liz, I'll kill the English Language until you cry. Mooha. Back to the action.)
Hagrid ran a finger through his locks, now highlighted with white and red foils.
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Albus Dumbledore was hungry…
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Ron was still trying to get Ginny to tell him what was going on with her and Malfoy, and how he knew Elaine. Malfoy that is, not Ron. Because Ron knew how he knew Elaine. At least he probably did, but it's hard to tell with Ron sometimes. But that didn't help as the girls had decided it was probably for the best if the boys didn't hear about their encounter with Malfoy at Diagon Alley.
Ginny had countered Ron's unexpected spanish inquisition with the fact that her life was none of his business, and storming ahead of the others. This may have been a stupid decision, as it only seemed to confirm with the boys that Ginny Weasley was involved with a Malfoy.
Luckily, a group of black-robed crazy men jumped out at them at that moment to attempt to create some form of distraction. But their comfy chair and dish rack just weren't that frightening to the three teenagers who had faced danger after danger over the past few years, and they were speedily removed from the scene, much to the disappointment of the author.
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Albus Dumbledore smiled widely as the students entered the Great Hall. He didn't even notice the hand representing Guenevere begin to slow its spinning further.
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Students couldn't help themselves from glancing nervously at the Slytherin table. The four occupants glared angrily at anybody who dared.
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Albus Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat. The hall went silent instantly, and all eyes turned to watch Professor McGonagall lead twenty three boys and girls to line up in front of a chair with the Sorting Hat placed upon it.
And the Sorting Hat began its song.
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A Sword stood in an anvil,
Awaiting the True King.
A Queen hid in her castle,
Awaiting her True King.
A friend died in the battlefield,
Alongside the True King.
Perfection sought the Holy Grail
To give to the True King.
A wizard taught a young boy
How to become the True King.
A sorceress fell in love,
The wizard left the King.
Two witches, also queens,
Bewitchéd the True King.
A Knight loved the woman
Wedded to the True King.
A son killed his father,
His father killed the son.
The world sits waiting now,
Awaiting the True King
But he is due to return soon,
Along with all his court,
And we will dance the day he does,
When evil rules us not.
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Albus Dumbledore smiled.
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"What did that have to do with anything?" Ron whispered to Harry.
Hermione sighed. "It's the legend of King Artheur, of course. King Arthur and Merlyn were supposed to come back."
"Then what was that bit about all his court?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
The three young sleuths then turned back to the front of the hall to watch the Sorting.
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Albus Dumbledore kept one eye on the Sorting, and one on the clock. This may have been easier if the eye watching the Sorting to his left had not been his right.
Mordred's hand had almost come to a complete stop.
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Last of all…
"Weasley, Elaine!" Professor McGonagall called out. Elaine's family and friends, as well as several members of the Slytherin table which now had six new members, went silent as the tiny blonde girl clambered onto the stool and had the Sorting Hat placed upon her head.
"hmm… this is interesting… very interesting indeed…" the Sorting Hat mused. "Now, I can put you where you want to be-"
"Gryffindor!" Elaine murmured.
"-yes… but… I don't suppose you'd be at all interested in finding out about your family?"
Elaine's eyes widened. "my family? But I was in a Muggle Orphanage! My parents… they were wizards?"
"Your father was. A very powerful one in fact, although easily defeated in a fluke accident in battle," the Sorting Hat hinted ever so subtly.
"Who was he? Please tell me!"
"Oh, I can't do that. The author would scrap me if I did that."
Elaine blinked blankly before the Hat continued.
"I cant tell you the house your family has always been in, but I don't think you'll like it much!"
Elaine's tiny mouth screwed up. "Is it Hufflepuff?"
"Well… no… but-"
"Then I don't care! Sort me already!"
"Alright… SLYTHERIN!"
Elaine gasped.
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Albus Dumbledore blinked in surprise. He hadn't been expecting that. He also hadn't expected the men in black cloaks waving him from outside one of the windows.
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Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione leaped from their seats.
"WHAT?"
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Albus Dumbledore looked quickly to the clock. H had stopped.
On Elaine's name.
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Draco grinned as Elaine walked to their table and sat next to him, looking rather confused, but not completely dejected.
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Albus Dumbledore stared at the little girl, wondering why Galahad had come back in such a form.
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TBC
A/N – YES! MWAHAHAHA I finally finished up typing up everything I wrote on the trains!
Sorry, but there won't be any more updates for at least two days, I'm not going to get a chance to write the next chapter till Monday.
Please review to aid me in this task!
And remember…
NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!
***tulzout***
