Leaving Illusions Behind
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter Six: Fudge verses Hogwarts
Author Notes:
Signing out
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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Marik turned to face the speaker. Marik snapped back.
"So. But I disbanded them about three years ago. I haven't had contact with the Ghouls for over two years."
Minister Fudge waddled in. A few Aurors followed after him. Dudley back up upon seeing the drawn wands. Actually all the boys did. Fudge glared around at the young men.
"Since you all seem to know something, we need you to come with us for questioning." He motioned the Aurors. Dumbledore, Professor Motou, Remus and all the Heads of the Houses busted in. Dumbledore was pissed.
"Fudge! You have no right coming in here, arresting any one you choose." All the staff had out their wands.
Fudge turned several shades of purples that would make Vernon jealous before motioning the Aurors again, this time after the adults. Yet when they went to cast their spells, something odd happened. Instead all the wands backfired, knocking their owners backwards. Everyone blinked, stunned. Quatre Snape made an appearance on the top of the Griffidor dorms stairs landing, laughing. Everyone jumped in surprise.
"How by Merlin's beard, did Quatre get up there?" Snape murmured, his brain working again.
"Who?" Fudge asked, indignantly as he picked himself off the floor. He had been knocked over by one of his Aurors.
When Snape didn't reply, Fudge tried using his own wand. He directed the spell at Quatre, who was merrily laughing.
"Silenco." He yelled.
The spell was halfway to Quatre before it reversed itself. The stunned Fudge wasn't able to move out of the way. He turned to Albus and began ranting. Well, that was what everyone thought he was doing. They couldn't hear him at all, not even when he stomped his feet. Quatre's laughter increased, he was now clutching his sides.
Dumbledore finally removed the charm. Fudge, catching his breath, demanded.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I think Hogwarts is fighting you, or Young Snape is reflecting the spell."
"No one could re- Young Snape?" Fudge stared at Dumbledore as if he was a fire-breathing werewolf.
Dumbledore nodded. Fudge seemed cationic for a good minute. He than repeated his question. Snape scowled at the minister.
"I think I will be leaving now." Fudge said incredibly slowly as he walk out the door. The Auror looked to each other and shrugged as they followed Fudge.
Severus Snape stared up at Quatre, who continued to smile softly. Quatre eventually came down and stood in front of his guardian. They both looked each other in the eyes for a long moment before the Professor gave a sharp nod and stalked out of the room. The other adults had trailed after the Aurors to make sure they had actually left the grounds.
Silence reign supreme for quite a while as Quatre and the boys regarded each other. Quatre finally shrugged and took a seat on the couch.
"Um, thanks, I think." Yugi murmured.
Ryou looked at Quatre for another moment before speaking. Everyone now had there attention on him.
"What did you mean about the angel of light and thing found being lost and then found again?"
"…" Quatre pondered the question for a moment. He shrugged.
"What are you talking about?" Dudley piped up.
"A prophecy." Harry said, rather a bit ruffled.
"What nonsense." Dudley said as he plopped down.
Quatre simply looked at the empty fireplace. Harry after studying Quatre, could see the resemblance between Quatre and the Poion Master. They both were thin and there was a suggestion that Quatre could ended up as tall as his current guardain, not to mention the endless darkness in their eyes. Quatre looked up at him.
Yugi and Yami were discussing variuos problems that Quatre represented and presented them.
:Yugi, I'm not sure we should trust Quatre Snape. There is something off about him.:
::But we not really giving him a chance.:: Yugi protested.
:Prehaps, Abiou, but isn't a little odd for someone we not even sure is human, handing out a prophecy.: Yami countered.
::He's not human? But when-:: Yugi spluttered.
:If you were aware, he came out of the shadows and we both know he was supposed to be in the Headmaster's room. No one, not even Shadi can move through shadows that easily and without some form of aid.:
::*sigh* Okay, I'll be wary of Quatre,::
Harry was caught in Quatre's deep eyes. Harry couldn't move even when Quatre looked away. When he finally feel he could move, Harry staggered back into a chair.
'Those eyes...I think he could see right through me...Who is he?' Harry nervously glanced at Quatre.
Quatre was back to staring into the fireplace, his brow furrowed. After a while, Quatre stood up and walked towards the common room door. He slipped out.
"Who's Quatre? He's more freaky than you guys are." Dudley grumbled, breaking the long silence that Quatre seemed to invoked.
"A mystery, it seems." Ryou spoke softly. "Someone who is possibly dangerous."
"For once, I agree to that." Marik seconded. "I mean, even the adults seem unsure how to act around him. He must be dangerous."
"What are you suggesting?" Yugi softly spoke, his voice unsure.
"We avoid him." Harry said. "That's what they meant.
Though Yugi initially tried to convince the others to give Quatre a chance, he eventually gave in. It was agreed that they would avoid Quatre Snape for as long as possible.
Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley, Quatre Snape was choosing a wand. Ollivander frowned as none of the wands choose Quatre. Professor Snape and McGonagall looked on, both quite bored. Ollivander went over the list of materials the boy seem to response best with. Rowan, Oak, Birch, Hawthorn, and Yew seemed the most responsive woods. All cores showed equal responsiveness to the boy. Ollivander fingered the wand he current had absently. The boy was certainly an enigma.
Ollivander's finger stopped it's tracing on the wand. Ollivander scowled in deep thought. Could it be the boy required a special wand constructed with multiple core-types and wood or required a staff? He began smiling softly. It would make prefect sense, granted the core would have to be just right.
Ollivander grinned at the now confused youth.
"Apparently I need to create a wand for you. None of the wands I have are incompatible with you, it seems. So I will have to create one for you."
"How long?" Snape, no longer bored, asked.
"A few days. The boy seems to be one of the few who naturally require no wand but when they have one, it has to be strong enough to stand up to the overcharge." Ollivander waved it away as he walked into the back of the shop. "I bid you good afternoon and I will owl you when the wand is ready."
Quatre followed the professors into an ice cream shop. Snape indicated for Quatre to take a table. McGonagall smiled as she took a seat at the table. Quatre was looking around, wide-eyed, taking in his surroundings. Snape came back with some ice cream. Quatre cocked his head questioningly at the bowl placed in front of him.
"Yes, that is yours. It's called ice cream." Snape replied, his voice lacking his normal edge.
Quatre picked up the spoon and tasted some. A small smile graced his face. Meanwhile Snape and McGonagall shared a look. Snape nodded.
"Quatre, how did you get from the Headmaster's office to the Griffindor common room? And what did you do to Fudge?" McGonagall asked, her voice gentle.
Quatre simply continued eating, though his eyes narrowed in thought. Almost a second after, both professors heard a reply seemingly from behind.
[I simply walked. And to Mr. Fudge, I…er…simply pushed him in the right direction. He wasn't aware I was doing it.] The voice was meek and unsure.
They jumped. The woman at the counter looked up from whatever she was doing. The professors had keep their eyes on Quatre the whole time and he hadn't opened his mouth.
[Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.] Quatre's mental voice was apologetic.
Snape stared at Quatre. He remember telling Potter that telepathy and such had been the creation of muggles. And now he was now unsure.
[ ... Your thoughts are kinda loud. And you shouldn't discount things just because another group isn't as sophisticated.] Quatre wisely pointed out.
McGonagall hid a snicker behind a hand. Snape was being told off by his ward. Snape's face was priceless. Snape soon snapped out of his surprise. He leaned forward.
"I concur. But don't show off all your abilities…" He left the sentence unfinished. He whispered.
Quatre nodded. [I won't use it often so not to get catch. And not to mentally talk to anyone unless it's you, Mrs. McGonagall, or Headmaster?]
Snape nodded. Mrs. McGonagall listened on with approval as Snape began filling Quatre in on how the school will be when in session.
Upon returning to the school, Snape bid Quatre to go find something to do while he and McGonagall talk to the headmaster. Quatre began wandering the grounds. Quatre's thought wander to when school would start in two weeks. It sounded like fun, granted he couldn't ever remember if he ever attended a school. He walked into someone.
"Ah." He ended up sitting on the ground.
Seto Kaiba turned, surprised. To him, a small black haired child sat on the ground, rubbing his head with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry." Came a soft voice. "Was not looking where I was walking."
Seto nodded. The kid watched him with a quiet look. Seto helped Quatre back on his feet.
"I'm Quatre Snape. Are you going to Hogwarts?" Quatre asked, wondering why someone who seemed to be like those people outside of Daigon Alley when the professors took him to what they had called Muggle London.
"Er, yes. I'm looking for some friends." Seto said, wondering why he was being forward with Quatre.
"You might want to try the Griffindor common room. Or ask a ghost, picture, or house elf, they might know." Quatre dimmed a little.
He sensed he made all of them feel uneasily when he was around. Must of have been something to do with the supposed prophecy he made.
Seto noticed that Quatre became slightly down when he mentioned where to find them. He filed that away for another time. He thanked Quatre and walked into the castle.
Quatre's thin smile feel away when Seto left. He stood there thinking before it hit him. Prehaps, Professor Hargid or even Professor Spout would like some help. He did enjoy working with animals and plants. With a wide smile he took off towards Hargid's hut.
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Chapter Seven: Seto's Disapproval or Two Tense Weeks
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter Six: Fudge verses Hogwarts
Author Notes:
Signing out
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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Marik turned to face the speaker. Marik snapped back.
"So. But I disbanded them about three years ago. I haven't had contact with the Ghouls for over two years."
Minister Fudge waddled in. A few Aurors followed after him. Dudley back up upon seeing the drawn wands. Actually all the boys did. Fudge glared around at the young men.
"Since you all seem to know something, we need you to come with us for questioning." He motioned the Aurors. Dumbledore, Professor Motou, Remus and all the Heads of the Houses busted in. Dumbledore was pissed.
"Fudge! You have no right coming in here, arresting any one you choose." All the staff had out their wands.
Fudge turned several shades of purples that would make Vernon jealous before motioning the Aurors again, this time after the adults. Yet when they went to cast their spells, something odd happened. Instead all the wands backfired, knocking their owners backwards. Everyone blinked, stunned. Quatre Snape made an appearance on the top of the Griffidor dorms stairs landing, laughing. Everyone jumped in surprise.
"How by Merlin's beard, did Quatre get up there?" Snape murmured, his brain working again.
"Who?" Fudge asked, indignantly as he picked himself off the floor. He had been knocked over by one of his Aurors.
When Snape didn't reply, Fudge tried using his own wand. He directed the spell at Quatre, who was merrily laughing.
"Silenco." He yelled.
The spell was halfway to Quatre before it reversed itself. The stunned Fudge wasn't able to move out of the way. He turned to Albus and began ranting. Well, that was what everyone thought he was doing. They couldn't hear him at all, not even when he stomped his feet. Quatre's laughter increased, he was now clutching his sides.
Dumbledore finally removed the charm. Fudge, catching his breath, demanded.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I think Hogwarts is fighting you, or Young Snape is reflecting the spell."
"No one could re- Young Snape?" Fudge stared at Dumbledore as if he was a fire-breathing werewolf.
Dumbledore nodded. Fudge seemed cationic for a good minute. He than repeated his question. Snape scowled at the minister.
"I think I will be leaving now." Fudge said incredibly slowly as he walk out the door. The Auror looked to each other and shrugged as they followed Fudge.
Severus Snape stared up at Quatre, who continued to smile softly. Quatre eventually came down and stood in front of his guardian. They both looked each other in the eyes for a long moment before the Professor gave a sharp nod and stalked out of the room. The other adults had trailed after the Aurors to make sure they had actually left the grounds.
Silence reign supreme for quite a while as Quatre and the boys regarded each other. Quatre finally shrugged and took a seat on the couch.
"Um, thanks, I think." Yugi murmured.
Ryou looked at Quatre for another moment before speaking. Everyone now had there attention on him.
"What did you mean about the angel of light and thing found being lost and then found again?"
"…" Quatre pondered the question for a moment. He shrugged.
"What are you talking about?" Dudley piped up.
"A prophecy." Harry said, rather a bit ruffled.
"What nonsense." Dudley said as he plopped down.
Quatre simply looked at the empty fireplace. Harry after studying Quatre, could see the resemblance between Quatre and the Poion Master. They both were thin and there was a suggestion that Quatre could ended up as tall as his current guardain, not to mention the endless darkness in their eyes. Quatre looked up at him.
Yugi and Yami were discussing variuos problems that Quatre represented and presented them.
:Yugi, I'm not sure we should trust Quatre Snape. There is something off about him.:
::But we not really giving him a chance.:: Yugi protested.
:Prehaps, Abiou, but isn't a little odd for someone we not even sure is human, handing out a prophecy.: Yami countered.
::He's not human? But when-:: Yugi spluttered.
:If you were aware, he came out of the shadows and we both know he was supposed to be in the Headmaster's room. No one, not even Shadi can move through shadows that easily and without some form of aid.:
::*sigh* Okay, I'll be wary of Quatre,::
Harry was caught in Quatre's deep eyes. Harry couldn't move even when Quatre looked away. When he finally feel he could move, Harry staggered back into a chair.
'Those eyes...I think he could see right through me...Who is he?' Harry nervously glanced at Quatre.
Quatre was back to staring into the fireplace, his brow furrowed. After a while, Quatre stood up and walked towards the common room door. He slipped out.
"Who's Quatre? He's more freaky than you guys are." Dudley grumbled, breaking the long silence that Quatre seemed to invoked.
"A mystery, it seems." Ryou spoke softly. "Someone who is possibly dangerous."
"For once, I agree to that." Marik seconded. "I mean, even the adults seem unsure how to act around him. He must be dangerous."
"What are you suggesting?" Yugi softly spoke, his voice unsure.
"We avoid him." Harry said. "That's what they meant.
Though Yugi initially tried to convince the others to give Quatre a chance, he eventually gave in. It was agreed that they would avoid Quatre Snape for as long as possible.
Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley, Quatre Snape was choosing a wand. Ollivander frowned as none of the wands choose Quatre. Professor Snape and McGonagall looked on, both quite bored. Ollivander went over the list of materials the boy seem to response best with. Rowan, Oak, Birch, Hawthorn, and Yew seemed the most responsive woods. All cores showed equal responsiveness to the boy. Ollivander fingered the wand he current had absently. The boy was certainly an enigma.
Ollivander's finger stopped it's tracing on the wand. Ollivander scowled in deep thought. Could it be the boy required a special wand constructed with multiple core-types and wood or required a staff? He began smiling softly. It would make prefect sense, granted the core would have to be just right.
Ollivander grinned at the now confused youth.
"Apparently I need to create a wand for you. None of the wands I have are incompatible with you, it seems. So I will have to create one for you."
"How long?" Snape, no longer bored, asked.
"A few days. The boy seems to be one of the few who naturally require no wand but when they have one, it has to be strong enough to stand up to the overcharge." Ollivander waved it away as he walked into the back of the shop. "I bid you good afternoon and I will owl you when the wand is ready."
Quatre followed the professors into an ice cream shop. Snape indicated for Quatre to take a table. McGonagall smiled as she took a seat at the table. Quatre was looking around, wide-eyed, taking in his surroundings. Snape came back with some ice cream. Quatre cocked his head questioningly at the bowl placed in front of him.
"Yes, that is yours. It's called ice cream." Snape replied, his voice lacking his normal edge.
Quatre picked up the spoon and tasted some. A small smile graced his face. Meanwhile Snape and McGonagall shared a look. Snape nodded.
"Quatre, how did you get from the Headmaster's office to the Griffindor common room? And what did you do to Fudge?" McGonagall asked, her voice gentle.
Quatre simply continued eating, though his eyes narrowed in thought. Almost a second after, both professors heard a reply seemingly from behind.
[I simply walked. And to Mr. Fudge, I…er…simply pushed him in the right direction. He wasn't aware I was doing it.] The voice was meek and unsure.
They jumped. The woman at the counter looked up from whatever she was doing. The professors had keep their eyes on Quatre the whole time and he hadn't opened his mouth.
[Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.] Quatre's mental voice was apologetic.
Snape stared at Quatre. He remember telling Potter that telepathy and such had been the creation of muggles. And now he was now unsure.
[ ... Your thoughts are kinda loud. And you shouldn't discount things just because another group isn't as sophisticated.] Quatre wisely pointed out.
McGonagall hid a snicker behind a hand. Snape was being told off by his ward. Snape's face was priceless. Snape soon snapped out of his surprise. He leaned forward.
"I concur. But don't show off all your abilities…" He left the sentence unfinished. He whispered.
Quatre nodded. [I won't use it often so not to get catch. And not to mentally talk to anyone unless it's you, Mrs. McGonagall, or Headmaster?]
Snape nodded. Mrs. McGonagall listened on with approval as Snape began filling Quatre in on how the school will be when in session.
Upon returning to the school, Snape bid Quatre to go find something to do while he and McGonagall talk to the headmaster. Quatre began wandering the grounds. Quatre's thought wander to when school would start in two weeks. It sounded like fun, granted he couldn't ever remember if he ever attended a school. He walked into someone.
"Ah." He ended up sitting on the ground.
Seto Kaiba turned, surprised. To him, a small black haired child sat on the ground, rubbing his head with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry." Came a soft voice. "Was not looking where I was walking."
Seto nodded. The kid watched him with a quiet look. Seto helped Quatre back on his feet.
"I'm Quatre Snape. Are you going to Hogwarts?" Quatre asked, wondering why someone who seemed to be like those people outside of Daigon Alley when the professors took him to what they had called Muggle London.
"Er, yes. I'm looking for some friends." Seto said, wondering why he was being forward with Quatre.
"You might want to try the Griffindor common room. Or ask a ghost, picture, or house elf, they might know." Quatre dimmed a little.
He sensed he made all of them feel uneasily when he was around. Must of have been something to do with the supposed prophecy he made.
Seto noticed that Quatre became slightly down when he mentioned where to find them. He filed that away for another time. He thanked Quatre and walked into the castle.
Quatre's thin smile feel away when Seto left. He stood there thinking before it hit him. Prehaps, Professor Hargid or even Professor Spout would like some help. He did enjoy working with animals and plants. With a wide smile he took off towards Hargid's hut.
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Chapter Seven: Seto's Disapproval or Two Tense Weeks
