I know I said that I wouldn't be updating for a while, but I couldn't help
myself. Mike scratched the whole team out of finals today, and prelims and
finals tomorrow because so many swimmers have mid-terms and he figured the
meet wasn't worth it. Omigosh! I have the FUNNIEST thing to write down.
Okay, one of my friends, Megan, was wearing another swimmer's suit because hers had a hole in the butt. (Mike's my coach). I'm standing there, waiting for a pep-talk, and Megan is getting her feedback for her race.
Mike: That was terrible!
Megan: It's not my fault! This is Kirsten's suit, and it's WAY too big for me.
Mike: Why are you wearing Kirsten's suit?!!
Megan: Because I have a hole in my butt.
Me and Mike: *burst out laughing*
Megan: *looks confused*
Mike: I hate to tell you this Megan, but EVERYONE has a hole in their butt.
Megan: *whacks him* IN MY SUIT!!!!
Mike: *laughs*
Let me rate you on your reactions: Type 1: If you're staring at the screen in blank confusion, you either have no sense of humor or are completely devoid of anything even remotely resembling human intelligence. You also had to be there.
Type 2: If you're roaring and crying laughing, you are a pervert, butt (sorry, couldn't resist) have a good sense of humor.
Type 3: If you're smiling and chuckling, as you appreciate these things, you are a pervert, but a secret one.
If you are about to skip this because you can't face the horrible truth (don't worry, I'm roaring with laughter), you are in denial, and will be forever shamed *shun*. LONER!!! (realizes she is only one not in denial). I mean *cough*. Yup. I'm just going to skip this part, no, who listens to these ratings anyways...*cough*
More in the "Me" section *clears throat* *everyone skips this part*. HEY! That's not nice! Lol. Just kidding. Maybe I shouldn't even bother....*sob*
I still have Hey Ya! stuck in my head.
NOBODY REVIEWED BLUEANDGOLD DRAGONS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!! Please review! It will only take you about five minutes! Even if you don't read them, babble on about random things in the reviews and use ennie-meanie-minie-mo to pick one. Please!
Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. The Dark Wanderer: When I said, no one died, I meant a main character. Who cares about Malfoy Snr? Rabid Malfoy Snr Fan girls (You desperate, desperate people!): We do!
Steph: *kills them all.* Thank you. I went a bit nuts with the past button, but sure, as long as you liked it.lol! When are you writing your fanfic? I keep checking, but there's nothing there! During my daily picture hunting, I found a picture of (never mind, can't say, will get penalized again)
Anna-Ray: Yes, Mother Treebeard! I'm never hasty! *runs into middle of road and gets mowed down by a steamroller* (Random Concerned Family Member: Doctor, doctor, can I see Steph? Doctor: The Steamroller victim? You'll find her in rooms 103, 104, 105, and 106.) LOL!! Why can't I be a psychiatrist? *pouts*
Luv you guys (ntw).
And without farther adieu, here is Chapter 17:
Chapter 17
Luna trembled. Her knees felt weak. Unbidden tears sprang to her eyes. The pain had been terrible. She nearly retched at the memory. If Draco had not been holding her upright, she might have fallen.
Glancing up, she watched Draco's face twist into a frown. He was staring off into space, chewing his lip. She would have said that he was the same boy she had met five years ago, but he wasn't. He had changed, in the blink of an eye, the bat of an eyelash. There was no twinkle in his eyes, they were like granite. Cold and unblinking, as hard as steel. There was no compassion, no softness. No feeling. It was as though someone had hollowed him out and replaced what had been there with stone.
Burying her face in his chest, she fought the sobs that almost racked her entire body. She still felt Lucius, his hands almost caressing the link as he raised the knife.
Lucius raised the wildly pulsing link, holding it in front of his
eyes, studying it. Luna was so shocked, she could do nothing. He had
dared to touch their link! The knife in his hand had disappeared a few
times, and that was the sole reason that the link had survived. The
knife kept slipping. Holding his wand carefully, he brought the link
up to eye level. No mistakes this time, his eyes said. Luna struggled,
but the silvery ropes of magic held her securely in place.
"Corte!" The slow drawl of his voice drained any expression from
the spell. He sounded bored. The knife came down, and Luna screamed.
Pain blazed through her like a million tiny knives. The link sparked,
but whipped wildly, trying to escape.
Draco was screaming in the back of her mind, his cry like nothing
she had heard before. She felt him fighting. She wasn't sure what he
was doing, but whatever it was it didn't feel good. Something snapped.
She had a wolf in the back of her mind now, a bleeding, snarling,
trapped wolf.
She was a trapped hawk, wings beating helplessly against the bars of
a cage. Pain surrounded her. Her cry was a shriek of a tortured queen,
a queen of the skies.
The hawk felt the wolf draw magic suddenly, felt it flowing through
him like a tidal wave. He was directing the flows this time, but he
was losing control. Wildly, she reached out and managed to seize the
magic from him, and wrest it away. He snarled, but she was a hawk, and
the hawk lorded over the wolf. She felt the magic flowing through him,
into her, and somehow knew that she was in control.
Lucius raised the knife to cut through the link completely, Luna
lashed out with the magic, and a silvery sword materialized, slashing
away his fingers. The Death Eater released the link with a howl,
falling to his knees. The hawk could kill him easily, but something
stopped her. Like a silvery mist, a younger version of the wolf
appeared, bursting out of the link.
"Father!" He cried, trying to support the groaning man. Tears
stained his cheeks. He couldn't have been older than five. "Please
help me! He's hurt!" The boy begged the hawk.
The wolf in her head howled. ~What are you waiting for? Kill him! ~
~Draco, it's your father! I can't kill him! ~ She couldn't tell him
that his five-year-old self was blocking her. Who knew what he would
do?
Lucius climbed to his feet. He looked angry. It was now or never, but
the hawk hesitated. The man's face contorted in a twisted snarl.
The wolf was howling. There was a sudden snap, and he became a
dragon. He was rabid. He roared and screamed, bellowed and thundered.
~KILL! ~
~What are you doing? ~ The hawk cried. There was another snap, and
the hawk became a gryphon.
~ I don't know. ~ The dragon, no, it was not the dragon talking. The
dragon's mad cries of KILL! was not the whisper that the gryphon
heard. It was Draco. And she was Luna. The thought was lost like a
leaf in a storm. She was a gryphon, and she tasted blood.
The gryphon lashed out. She knew what would happen, but she embraced
it. As the magic arced towards Lucius, young Draco leapt in the way.
They were both destroyed. The gryphon vanished. Luna fell to her knees
sobbing. She was herself. The dragon was cut off. Draco was changed.
He was a granite stone.
Luna slowly opened her eyes. Draco was patting her back awkwardly. She nearly laughed. Males were so awkward.
"You okay?" Draco's voice was still the same slow drawl, but it had fear in it.
She pushed away, examining him through her eyelashes. "Of course. You?"
Draco shrugged. "Yes."
Luna gave him a dangerous look. "You don't think I felt anything?" She hissed. "What the hell just happened to you?"
Draco's face was impassive, but the obvious struggle was clear through the bond. "I don't know." He said finally. "It was...I don't know. I was...I know this'll sound weird, but it was like I was a wolf, and then suddenly I was a dragon...next thing, I'm a stone." His eyes were f. "I nearly, I don't know. I nearly lost control there. It was weird. I'm...scared, Luna. "
Luna's eyebrows rose.
Draco shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Not like that, it's more of a nervous fear....y'know? I'm scared that'll happen again, y'know.....I'll become the dragon again, what if I lose my temper? Any rage I feel could make me end up like.....that. It was weird. It was almost like I had, I know this sounds crazy, a hawk controlling the wolf, and then a gryphon harnessing the dragon."
Luna nodded. "I was the Gryphonhawk, you were the Dragonwolf. It doesn't make sense, but in history yesterday, we learned about links for some reason, and Professor Binns said that link-mates usually take on animal characteristics."
Draco nodded. He looked so handsome when he was thinking. The thought made Luna giggle.
Suddenly he went pale. "What about Braele?"
Luna swallowed. "What about Snape?"
Draco swore.
Luna swore.
The two of them turned without another word, and sprinted towards the tower. When they reached the trapdoor, Luna scrambled up the ladder, but Draco stopped, staring at the wall.
"Draco?"
He shook his head. "Hang on a sec." stretching out his hand, he touched the wall, and his hand went through. He bit back a yell and yanked his hand out so fast it was a blur.
Luna scrambled down as fast as she could. "What is that?"
Draco turned to face her. There was an odd burning in his eyes. "It's an elevator, or a passage of some sort. I saw Snape vanish into it a week ago, and I thought it was just an illusion, and when I tried it, it was all sealed up. Snape must've left it open for us."
Luna nodded. "Where does it go?"
"One way to find out."
Taking a deep breath, Luna took Draco's hand and together, they stepped through the door.
Okay, one of my friends, Megan, was wearing another swimmer's suit because hers had a hole in the butt. (Mike's my coach). I'm standing there, waiting for a pep-talk, and Megan is getting her feedback for her race.
Mike: That was terrible!
Megan: It's not my fault! This is Kirsten's suit, and it's WAY too big for me.
Mike: Why are you wearing Kirsten's suit?!!
Megan: Because I have a hole in my butt.
Me and Mike: *burst out laughing*
Megan: *looks confused*
Mike: I hate to tell you this Megan, but EVERYONE has a hole in their butt.
Megan: *whacks him* IN MY SUIT!!!!
Mike: *laughs*
Let me rate you on your reactions: Type 1: If you're staring at the screen in blank confusion, you either have no sense of humor or are completely devoid of anything even remotely resembling human intelligence. You also had to be there.
Type 2: If you're roaring and crying laughing, you are a pervert, butt (sorry, couldn't resist) have a good sense of humor.
Type 3: If you're smiling and chuckling, as you appreciate these things, you are a pervert, but a secret one.
If you are about to skip this because you can't face the horrible truth (don't worry, I'm roaring with laughter), you are in denial, and will be forever shamed *shun*. LONER!!! (realizes she is only one not in denial). I mean *cough*. Yup. I'm just going to skip this part, no, who listens to these ratings anyways...*cough*
More in the "Me" section *clears throat* *everyone skips this part*. HEY! That's not nice! Lol. Just kidding. Maybe I shouldn't even bother....*sob*
I still have Hey Ya! stuck in my head.
NOBODY REVIEWED BLUEANDGOLD DRAGONS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!! Please review! It will only take you about five minutes! Even if you don't read them, babble on about random things in the reviews and use ennie-meanie-minie-mo to pick one. Please!
Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. The Dark Wanderer: When I said, no one died, I meant a main character. Who cares about Malfoy Snr? Rabid Malfoy Snr Fan girls (You desperate, desperate people!): We do!
Steph: *kills them all.* Thank you. I went a bit nuts with the past button, but sure, as long as you liked it.lol! When are you writing your fanfic? I keep checking, but there's nothing there! During my daily picture hunting, I found a picture of (never mind, can't say, will get penalized again)
Anna-Ray: Yes, Mother Treebeard! I'm never hasty! *runs into middle of road and gets mowed down by a steamroller* (Random Concerned Family Member: Doctor, doctor, can I see Steph? Doctor: The Steamroller victim? You'll find her in rooms 103, 104, 105, and 106.) LOL!! Why can't I be a psychiatrist? *pouts*
Luv you guys (ntw).
And without farther adieu, here is Chapter 17:
Chapter 17
Luna trembled. Her knees felt weak. Unbidden tears sprang to her eyes. The pain had been terrible. She nearly retched at the memory. If Draco had not been holding her upright, she might have fallen.
Glancing up, she watched Draco's face twist into a frown. He was staring off into space, chewing his lip. She would have said that he was the same boy she had met five years ago, but he wasn't. He had changed, in the blink of an eye, the bat of an eyelash. There was no twinkle in his eyes, they were like granite. Cold and unblinking, as hard as steel. There was no compassion, no softness. No feeling. It was as though someone had hollowed him out and replaced what had been there with stone.
Burying her face in his chest, she fought the sobs that almost racked her entire body. She still felt Lucius, his hands almost caressing the link as he raised the knife.
Lucius raised the wildly pulsing link, holding it in front of his
eyes, studying it. Luna was so shocked, she could do nothing. He had
dared to touch their link! The knife in his hand had disappeared a few
times, and that was the sole reason that the link had survived. The
knife kept slipping. Holding his wand carefully, he brought the link
up to eye level. No mistakes this time, his eyes said. Luna struggled,
but the silvery ropes of magic held her securely in place.
"Corte!" The slow drawl of his voice drained any expression from
the spell. He sounded bored. The knife came down, and Luna screamed.
Pain blazed through her like a million tiny knives. The link sparked,
but whipped wildly, trying to escape.
Draco was screaming in the back of her mind, his cry like nothing
she had heard before. She felt him fighting. She wasn't sure what he
was doing, but whatever it was it didn't feel good. Something snapped.
She had a wolf in the back of her mind now, a bleeding, snarling,
trapped wolf.
She was a trapped hawk, wings beating helplessly against the bars of
a cage. Pain surrounded her. Her cry was a shriek of a tortured queen,
a queen of the skies.
The hawk felt the wolf draw magic suddenly, felt it flowing through
him like a tidal wave. He was directing the flows this time, but he
was losing control. Wildly, she reached out and managed to seize the
magic from him, and wrest it away. He snarled, but she was a hawk, and
the hawk lorded over the wolf. She felt the magic flowing through him,
into her, and somehow knew that she was in control.
Lucius raised the knife to cut through the link completely, Luna
lashed out with the magic, and a silvery sword materialized, slashing
away his fingers. The Death Eater released the link with a howl,
falling to his knees. The hawk could kill him easily, but something
stopped her. Like a silvery mist, a younger version of the wolf
appeared, bursting out of the link.
"Father!" He cried, trying to support the groaning man. Tears
stained his cheeks. He couldn't have been older than five. "Please
help me! He's hurt!" The boy begged the hawk.
The wolf in her head howled. ~What are you waiting for? Kill him! ~
~Draco, it's your father! I can't kill him! ~ She couldn't tell him
that his five-year-old self was blocking her. Who knew what he would
do?
Lucius climbed to his feet. He looked angry. It was now or never, but
the hawk hesitated. The man's face contorted in a twisted snarl.
The wolf was howling. There was a sudden snap, and he became a
dragon. He was rabid. He roared and screamed, bellowed and thundered.
~KILL! ~
~What are you doing? ~ The hawk cried. There was another snap, and
the hawk became a gryphon.
~ I don't know. ~ The dragon, no, it was not the dragon talking. The
dragon's mad cries of KILL! was not the whisper that the gryphon
heard. It was Draco. And she was Luna. The thought was lost like a
leaf in a storm. She was a gryphon, and she tasted blood.
The gryphon lashed out. She knew what would happen, but she embraced
it. As the magic arced towards Lucius, young Draco leapt in the way.
They were both destroyed. The gryphon vanished. Luna fell to her knees
sobbing. She was herself. The dragon was cut off. Draco was changed.
He was a granite stone.
Luna slowly opened her eyes. Draco was patting her back awkwardly. She nearly laughed. Males were so awkward.
"You okay?" Draco's voice was still the same slow drawl, but it had fear in it.
She pushed away, examining him through her eyelashes. "Of course. You?"
Draco shrugged. "Yes."
Luna gave him a dangerous look. "You don't think I felt anything?" She hissed. "What the hell just happened to you?"
Draco's face was impassive, but the obvious struggle was clear through the bond. "I don't know." He said finally. "It was...I don't know. I was...I know this'll sound weird, but it was like I was a wolf, and then suddenly I was a dragon...next thing, I'm a stone." His eyes were f. "I nearly, I don't know. I nearly lost control there. It was weird. I'm...scared, Luna. "
Luna's eyebrows rose.
Draco shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Not like that, it's more of a nervous fear....y'know? I'm scared that'll happen again, y'know.....I'll become the dragon again, what if I lose my temper? Any rage I feel could make me end up like.....that. It was weird. It was almost like I had, I know this sounds crazy, a hawk controlling the wolf, and then a gryphon harnessing the dragon."
Luna nodded. "I was the Gryphonhawk, you were the Dragonwolf. It doesn't make sense, but in history yesterday, we learned about links for some reason, and Professor Binns said that link-mates usually take on animal characteristics."
Draco nodded. He looked so handsome when he was thinking. The thought made Luna giggle.
Suddenly he went pale. "What about Braele?"
Luna swallowed. "What about Snape?"
Draco swore.
Luna swore.
The two of them turned without another word, and sprinted towards the tower. When they reached the trapdoor, Luna scrambled up the ladder, but Draco stopped, staring at the wall.
"Draco?"
He shook his head. "Hang on a sec." stretching out his hand, he touched the wall, and his hand went through. He bit back a yell and yanked his hand out so fast it was a blur.
Luna scrambled down as fast as she could. "What is that?"
Draco turned to face her. There was an odd burning in his eyes. "It's an elevator, or a passage of some sort. I saw Snape vanish into it a week ago, and I thought it was just an illusion, and when I tried it, it was all sealed up. Snape must've left it open for us."
Luna nodded. "Where does it go?"
"One way to find out."
Taking a deep breath, Luna took Draco's hand and together, they stepped through the door.
