DISCLAIMER
I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : Well, I promised to make things a little clearer, and have a few shockers in the story, didn't I? Hope you think I did that as well as I think i did that... hmm better go see if my brain is still attached. Another 5am chapter for you here guys n gals.. this is going to be a wierd and hopefully wonderful trip. Enjoy, reading, and if you like it enough, Review me!
Dedicated to Kathy, who's badgered me since she found out about this, even tho she was disgusted at first.
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Roger slowly turned and saw Harry stood there behind him. Thoughts ran wildly though his head, wishing he had been caught by ANYONE other than the person he most wanted in the world.
"Potter! How... what... why..." Roger stammered, shock showing on his normally handsome features.
"Put your wand down," Harry literally growled, knowing in his heart that this man was dangerous to him and his wife. "You have three seconds before i curse you into dust."
Roger stared some more. He figured he wasn't going to be able to win Harry back, so he might as well start firing hexes first, in an attempt to kill his (now) adversary."Tantatalaregra" he yelled, hoping to distract Harry just enough to put him at a disadvantage. Harry just stood there, the curse not affecting him.
"Stupify" came the cry from behind him.
Half rolling while diving to the ground, Roger saw harry had created an illusory version of himself in front of him, and had been talking through it while getting into position. 'Bloody auror training' he thought to himself.
The curses fired through the air literally made it sizzle with power expended, and as the duel went, both of the duelers hands became slick with sweat. Suddenly, an extra wand appeared on the scene, its owner one very tired, very ANGRY Hermione Potter.
Stunning Roger and binding him with ropes conjured from her want, she simply glared at the unconscious former head boy, and went back to sleep on the blankets.
Harry stared in amazement, and apparated to Hogsmeade after about a seconds hesitation to erect a ward around the clearing to alarm him to any aproacing Hermione's position.
Dumbledore, it seemed, already knew that they were coming.
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"Well, Harry, I cant say that I'm not suprised about Roger. Apparently we lost him to the dark. The question is, which wizard, or witch, has risen to attempt to fill Voldemort's spot in the order of things?"
"I dont think anyone has Albus," replied Harry, thinking carefully, "I heard him say the words "if I cant have you, then that bloody whore isnt either"".
Dumbledore frowned. "That isnt like Roger..." he muttered.
"Ah, thats not like the Roger that you knew as Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus. As a fellow student,
I knew a totally different Roger Davies. Trust me, That was totally in character. Now, if you dont mind, im going back to my wife, and to my honeymoon. You know how to contact me in an emergency?"
"Of course. And there is no need to re-iterate that if we use it in anything but an emergency you will feed the device to whichever interrupts you."
Harry smiled at this. The two way mirror that Sirius had given Harry was repaired, and Dumbledore had the other half. These were their emergency backups.
"I'll be in touch then Albus" grinned Harry, just before he apparated out of the Three Broomsticks.
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Back on the Island, Hermione awoke to feel Harry sleeping beside her, a look of peace that was so rare to him finally alighting on his features. She could watch him like this for hours, and she knew unless she woke him soon, and carefully, she would. But, Carefully was the key ingredient here, as sudden awakenings tended to cause Harry to "do a mad-eye" as Ginny had termed it.
Through Auror training, Madeye Moody had insisted on forcing the two of them into a state of paranoia to equal his own. Harry had never really gotten over this, as he knew from experience that waking up was not always a pleasant thing to do. Frequently, on waking, he simply grabbed his wand and hexed everything in sight. Since the two of them had started sleeping together, Harry had gone through several alarm clocks, having cursed them into (in one instance) a small puddle of custard.
Hermione opted for the simplest answer and just kissed him on the lips. Predictably, this led to some physical activity, which you are NOT watching, not even if you beg. Let the poor couple have some privacy for gods sake!
The storyteller paused, sipping reflectively on his butterbeer, surrounded by his adoring audience. He always had "a tale for the youngsters", as he put it. Nobody knew who he was, just that he was very very old, and that he never said anything tthat he couldnt back up, so was completely trusted.
This particular visit to Hogwarts, he had all the school, Slytherins included, breathlessly listening to his story, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the dark clouds overhead, and the magical screen around the walls of the hall fading to black, rather than let the students watch Harry and Hermione getting intimate.
"So," said the storyteller, "Who can tell me whats going to happen next?"
Over a hundred eager hands shot into the air, and the storyteller smiled to himself.
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I Do NOT own the characters in this story, they were created by JK Rowling, and are owned by but not limited to bloomsbury and various other publishing houses.
This fic is NOT SUITABLE for under 18's and the author releases ALL responsibility from this point on as to whether you read it or not.
Authors Note : Well, I promised to make things a little clearer, and have a few shockers in the story, didn't I? Hope you think I did that as well as I think i did that... hmm better go see if my brain is still attached. Another 5am chapter for you here guys n gals.. this is going to be a wierd and hopefully wonderful trip. Enjoy, reading, and if you like it enough, Review me!
Dedicated to Kathy, who's badgered me since she found out about this, even tho she was disgusted at first.
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Roger slowly turned and saw Harry stood there behind him. Thoughts ran wildly though his head, wishing he had been caught by ANYONE other than the person he most wanted in the world.
"Potter! How... what... why..." Roger stammered, shock showing on his normally handsome features.
"Put your wand down," Harry literally growled, knowing in his heart that this man was dangerous to him and his wife. "You have three seconds before i curse you into dust."
Roger stared some more. He figured he wasn't going to be able to win Harry back, so he might as well start firing hexes first, in an attempt to kill his (now) adversary."Tantatalaregra" he yelled, hoping to distract Harry just enough to put him at a disadvantage. Harry just stood there, the curse not affecting him.
"Stupify" came the cry from behind him.
Half rolling while diving to the ground, Roger saw harry had created an illusory version of himself in front of him, and had been talking through it while getting into position. 'Bloody auror training' he thought to himself.
The curses fired through the air literally made it sizzle with power expended, and as the duel went, both of the duelers hands became slick with sweat. Suddenly, an extra wand appeared on the scene, its owner one very tired, very ANGRY Hermione Potter.
Stunning Roger and binding him with ropes conjured from her want, she simply glared at the unconscious former head boy, and went back to sleep on the blankets.
Harry stared in amazement, and apparated to Hogsmeade after about a seconds hesitation to erect a ward around the clearing to alarm him to any aproacing Hermione's position.
Dumbledore, it seemed, already knew that they were coming.
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"Well, Harry, I cant say that I'm not suprised about Roger. Apparently we lost him to the dark. The question is, which wizard, or witch, has risen to attempt to fill Voldemort's spot in the order of things?"
"I dont think anyone has Albus," replied Harry, thinking carefully, "I heard him say the words "if I cant have you, then that bloody whore isnt either"".
Dumbledore frowned. "That isnt like Roger..." he muttered.
"Ah, thats not like the Roger that you knew as Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus. As a fellow student,
I knew a totally different Roger Davies. Trust me, That was totally in character. Now, if you dont mind, im going back to my wife, and to my honeymoon. You know how to contact me in an emergency?"
"Of course. And there is no need to re-iterate that if we use it in anything but an emergency you will feed the device to whichever interrupts you."
Harry smiled at this. The two way mirror that Sirius had given Harry was repaired, and Dumbledore had the other half. These were their emergency backups.
"I'll be in touch then Albus" grinned Harry, just before he apparated out of the Three Broomsticks.
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Back on the Island, Hermione awoke to feel Harry sleeping beside her, a look of peace that was so rare to him finally alighting on his features. She could watch him like this for hours, and she knew unless she woke him soon, and carefully, she would. But, Carefully was the key ingredient here, as sudden awakenings tended to cause Harry to "do a mad-eye" as Ginny had termed it.
Through Auror training, Madeye Moody had insisted on forcing the two of them into a state of paranoia to equal his own. Harry had never really gotten over this, as he knew from experience that waking up was not always a pleasant thing to do. Frequently, on waking, he simply grabbed his wand and hexed everything in sight. Since the two of them had started sleeping together, Harry had gone through several alarm clocks, having cursed them into (in one instance) a small puddle of custard.
Hermione opted for the simplest answer and just kissed him on the lips. Predictably, this led to some physical activity, which you are NOT watching, not even if you beg. Let the poor couple have some privacy for gods sake!
The storyteller paused, sipping reflectively on his butterbeer, surrounded by his adoring audience. He always had "a tale for the youngsters", as he put it. Nobody knew who he was, just that he was very very old, and that he never said anything tthat he couldnt back up, so was completely trusted.
This particular visit to Hogwarts, he had all the school, Slytherins included, breathlessly listening to his story, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the dark clouds overhead, and the magical screen around the walls of the hall fading to black, rather than let the students watch Harry and Hermione getting intimate.
"So," said the storyteller, "Who can tell me whats going to happen next?"
Over a hundred eager hands shot into the air, and the storyteller smiled to himself.
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