Back again for more abuse. Hmmm...I wonder if I meant you or myself there.
Anyway I am not happy with this chapter, and sadly it will probably be the
last one for at least two weeks depending on my activities.
Also I know I havent been addressing some of the issues that originally came up in this story like H/D stuff in as much detail as I should but you must understand I wrote the majority of this story over a year ago with the intent to finish it before posting- but that didnt happen. The main parts are done and I am filling in the rest as I go. But this story is damn long and I dont have time to reread it. so if stuff is out of sync I am sorry please bare with me I am doing the best I can.
Next piece o info. Has anyone figured out who my not really an OC character is? Did I even tell you about that? I cant remember so here it goes.
Alcyone is not an OC. only her looks are. She has a famous identity- but you wont know until the end unless you figure it out.
IT's kind of a little game I am playing. There havent been alot of clues yet- at least not that I remember from what I have reread of this- but there will be. I just ask that you have an open mind or you will never figure it out.
Anyway Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Please Review. Flames will be used to roast marshmellows. Happy reading ^_^
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Halloween came quickly, and before anyone knew what hit them the school was decorated with bright orange and black and an eerie chill had settled into the castle. There was just something much more thrilling about All- Hallows- Eve when you knew that monsters and vampires and such really existed. The students and the teachers were all in high spirits. Prankers got off easy and there were many of them, though none could amount to anything Fred and George did. Some first years had even mail ordered some of the famous duo's joke shop items.
One of the more memorable occasions found Pansy Parkinson running around with multi-colored hair for a week before anyone could find the correct ingrediants to cure her. (Though it was rumored that they hadn't been trying very hard in the first place.)
There was a dance this year and everyone was discussing what they would dress as. The teachers had slacked off on homework because of it.(no one would have put any effort in to assignments if they had been given anyway.) The only class anyone had payed attention in was D.A. which Alcyone was very happy to see. It seemed her little speech had indeed been taken to heart.
The only person who didn't seem to be enjoying themself was Harry. He seemed kind of depressed and took to sitting alone and brooding a lot. No one seemed to know why, but Alcyone had her suspicions. But the raven-haired girl couldn't worry about that now, she was preforming at the dance and needed to ready her songs.
It was the week of the thirty-first and therefore the week of the dance, and it was busy, well busy for Alcyone. She got out of classes everyday, due to D.A. lessons. She had planned a lesson that would take all day, and this lesson was for every grade. So the teachers had agreed that this week would be best for it since they were already slacking off on thier teaching plans. So on their assigned day, the students would skip all other classes and go straight to D.A. for the enitre day. Wich was very hard on the voilet teacher to say the least.
Today was the sixth years lesson, she had only been through first, second, and seventh years, and she was already completely exusted. The first years hadn't been bad, having only been in a wizarding school for a few months and still remembering the importance of knowing how to defend themselves without a wand. The second years were a little less willing, but still ok. The seventh years, however, having been using a wand (in school) for seven years, were nearly her downfall. Thankfully there was a law against underaged magic outside of school, or they would have been completely unreachable. She was dreading the rest of the week. And this lesson was not going to be liked by any of the other students either, being that it was more of a muggle lesson than a wizards. But they had to learn it.
She walked-no slumped- out onto the grounds were the lesson would be held. The sixth years were already waiting for her and began to murmer upon seeing her worn out figure. Her eyes were dull, her hair didnt shimmer in the sunlight, her robes were wrinkled as if she had slept in them and she hadn't even atempted to put on make-up.
Alcyone knew this was no time to look anything but strong and commanding, so she forced herself to stand straight and put a stern look on her face as she gave them the speech she had been giving every class all week.
"Class, unlike the rest of your lessons this week, there will be no fooling around or slacking off here. I warn you now this will not be your favorite, having been able to hide behind a wand for six years, but it is still imparative that you learn it! Whether you like it or not this lesson will continue for weeks to come, and you are going to have to deal with it. The sooner you learn, the sooner we quite and get back to magic." "If you are teaching it, then it must be important," Hermione said.
There were nodds of affrimation thoughout the crowd.
"We are ready to give it are all! Aren't we guys?" Draco chimmed in.
More nodds and some "Yeahs" from the students.
"Ok then lets begin. There will absolutly be no wands used here. If I catch anyone using one, I will sic a Dementor on your ass and we will test your strength with a wand. Now, today we are going to have a lesson in magicless defence. We will be using some of the teachings of the Chinese. Cho, you proably know what I mean. Martial Arts," she paused to let this sink in, "Starting with a warm up. It is to help you focus and become more aware, while strengthing your chi. An energy within and all around you. Lets begin."
She motioned for them to spread out and then showed them a few moves. To her surprise, they mimicked her without protest.
When they were done, about half an hour later, Alcyone felt energised. Her eyes were gleaming, her hair glimmered and she stood with her normal pride. She was back to normal. She shed her robes and told the others to do the same. (She had informed everyone to wear pants and comfortable shirts to the lesson.) They did as they were told.
The next several hours were filled with hand to hand combat between various students. (But I -being to author- figure no one cares about most of them so I am skipping to Harry vs. Draco.)
"Bow." Alcyone said.
The two boys followed orders. "Fight."
Draco was the first to strike, landing a solid blow to Harry's jaw, sending the Gryffindor flying backwards. But Harry recovered quickly and caught himself before he fell, using the momentum he had picked up to swing his arm into Draco's ribs. The blonde stumbled and gasped for air, winded.
"This is gonna be good," Alcyone said.
Harry dodged Draco's next attack, but failed to block the uppercut to his stomach. And the following elbow jam to the head.
Adreniline pumped through the Slytherin, sending sweet energy to his lims,. He was wired, dying for the next hit, blind to all but Harry.
Harry however was having some problems. He didn't want to fight Draco. It was too real, too like what he had always thought he would have to do someday when the blonde turned and followed in his father's foot steps.
Somehow Harry recovered his balls and the fight continued. For an hour and a half. A freaking hour and a half, and no one had won.
Both boys were exhausted from the strain on their bodies, but neither was willing to give up. And as long as they wanted to go at it, Alcyone was going to let them.
The boys were now just punching and blocking one after another, in a dance of sorts. Both nearly about to drop. Draco knew he couldn't last much longer, he was just going to pass out from exhaustion. He could see that Harry was in the same state, but wasn't about to give up anymore than he was. The blonde didn't see how he could win.
And then there it was, right on cue; a flaw in Harry's rythum of blocks and punches. Just before he punched, he tossed back his left sholder and arm to gain momentum, the move was only supposed to leave his ribs unprotected for a second, but he was slowing down and it left him exposed for maybe three seconds too long. Just enough time to sneak in a hit.
Concitrating hard because he knew he would only have one shot at it, lest Harry catch on and change his strategy, Draco waited for the perfect moment to strike. gathering all his strength he swung his fist into Harry's ribs, barley missing the Gryffindor's own punch.
Harry doubled over again and Draco took his opportunity, grabbing the boy's sholders and kneeing him in the chest, purposly missing his face as to not break his nose or something.
When Harry stood to retaliate Draco punched him in the stomach and sent him reeling to the ground, then fell to his knees and took deep breaths to keep from passing out. It had taken a lot of energy to fight like that. Energy he wasn't used to spending in such large amounts.
He kept his eye on Harry, making sure not to be caught off gaurd, but he knew the fight was over, they both did, and thankfully so beacuse if he was to attack now, Draco would have nothing left to defend himself with.
But Harry made no move to attack, infact he made no movement at all. His lithy form was sprawled on the ground, unconsciencious, and barley breathing.
"Harry!" Ron screamed, running to his friend and calling everyone's attention to the raven haired boy. Draco gasped and drug himself over to the boy, but Alcyone stepped infront of him, pulling Ron away as she did, and knelt beside Harry.
The students gathered close like people at a train wreck.
"Stand back," she hissed, and everyone took three steps back in unison.
The teacher placed her hands just above Harrys head and chest and waved them over his form once, then closed her eyes concitrated. Her lips moved silently, as if chanting and a small blue light formed under her hands, gently flowing into Harry's chest.
Everyone held their breath. They had never seen this kind of magic before, and while it was amazing, it was also scary.
Draco prayed to every diety he could think of. He couldn't loose Harry. Harry had to be alright. He had to be. Draco couldn't live with himself if the Gryffindor died by his hand.
A murmor from the ground was the first indicator of Harry's return to the light. He tried to sit, but Alcyone placed a hand on his head and gently pushed him back down.
"Rest now Harry." she said.
Everyone's breath was collectively let out.
"Class is over for today, it's getting dark." she said, as if that was the only reason for it to end. Her face showed no sign of having been worried about Harry's life.
The students reluctantly walked back inside, all wanting to stay, but knowing better than to question their teacher. Especially after today's display.
Hermione was the only one who seemed unfazed. But she wouldn't tell anyone anything. Which drove the rest of the students crazy.
Also I know I havent been addressing some of the issues that originally came up in this story like H/D stuff in as much detail as I should but you must understand I wrote the majority of this story over a year ago with the intent to finish it before posting- but that didnt happen. The main parts are done and I am filling in the rest as I go. But this story is damn long and I dont have time to reread it. so if stuff is out of sync I am sorry please bare with me I am doing the best I can.
Next piece o info. Has anyone figured out who my not really an OC character is? Did I even tell you about that? I cant remember so here it goes.
Alcyone is not an OC. only her looks are. She has a famous identity- but you wont know until the end unless you figure it out.
IT's kind of a little game I am playing. There havent been alot of clues yet- at least not that I remember from what I have reread of this- but there will be. I just ask that you have an open mind or you will never figure it out.
Anyway Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Please Review. Flames will be used to roast marshmellows. Happy reading ^_^
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Halloween came quickly, and before anyone knew what hit them the school was decorated with bright orange and black and an eerie chill had settled into the castle. There was just something much more thrilling about All- Hallows- Eve when you knew that monsters and vampires and such really existed. The students and the teachers were all in high spirits. Prankers got off easy and there were many of them, though none could amount to anything Fred and George did. Some first years had even mail ordered some of the famous duo's joke shop items.
One of the more memorable occasions found Pansy Parkinson running around with multi-colored hair for a week before anyone could find the correct ingrediants to cure her. (Though it was rumored that they hadn't been trying very hard in the first place.)
There was a dance this year and everyone was discussing what they would dress as. The teachers had slacked off on homework because of it.(no one would have put any effort in to assignments if they had been given anyway.) The only class anyone had payed attention in was D.A. which Alcyone was very happy to see. It seemed her little speech had indeed been taken to heart.
The only person who didn't seem to be enjoying themself was Harry. He seemed kind of depressed and took to sitting alone and brooding a lot. No one seemed to know why, but Alcyone had her suspicions. But the raven-haired girl couldn't worry about that now, she was preforming at the dance and needed to ready her songs.
It was the week of the thirty-first and therefore the week of the dance, and it was busy, well busy for Alcyone. She got out of classes everyday, due to D.A. lessons. She had planned a lesson that would take all day, and this lesson was for every grade. So the teachers had agreed that this week would be best for it since they were already slacking off on thier teaching plans. So on their assigned day, the students would skip all other classes and go straight to D.A. for the enitre day. Wich was very hard on the voilet teacher to say the least.
Today was the sixth years lesson, she had only been through first, second, and seventh years, and she was already completely exusted. The first years hadn't been bad, having only been in a wizarding school for a few months and still remembering the importance of knowing how to defend themselves without a wand. The second years were a little less willing, but still ok. The seventh years, however, having been using a wand (in school) for seven years, were nearly her downfall. Thankfully there was a law against underaged magic outside of school, or they would have been completely unreachable. She was dreading the rest of the week. And this lesson was not going to be liked by any of the other students either, being that it was more of a muggle lesson than a wizards. But they had to learn it.
She walked-no slumped- out onto the grounds were the lesson would be held. The sixth years were already waiting for her and began to murmer upon seeing her worn out figure. Her eyes were dull, her hair didnt shimmer in the sunlight, her robes were wrinkled as if she had slept in them and she hadn't even atempted to put on make-up.
Alcyone knew this was no time to look anything but strong and commanding, so she forced herself to stand straight and put a stern look on her face as she gave them the speech she had been giving every class all week.
"Class, unlike the rest of your lessons this week, there will be no fooling around or slacking off here. I warn you now this will not be your favorite, having been able to hide behind a wand for six years, but it is still imparative that you learn it! Whether you like it or not this lesson will continue for weeks to come, and you are going to have to deal with it. The sooner you learn, the sooner we quite and get back to magic." "If you are teaching it, then it must be important," Hermione said.
There were nodds of affrimation thoughout the crowd.
"We are ready to give it are all! Aren't we guys?" Draco chimmed in.
More nodds and some "Yeahs" from the students.
"Ok then lets begin. There will absolutly be no wands used here. If I catch anyone using one, I will sic a Dementor on your ass and we will test your strength with a wand. Now, today we are going to have a lesson in magicless defence. We will be using some of the teachings of the Chinese. Cho, you proably know what I mean. Martial Arts," she paused to let this sink in, "Starting with a warm up. It is to help you focus and become more aware, while strengthing your chi. An energy within and all around you. Lets begin."
She motioned for them to spread out and then showed them a few moves. To her surprise, they mimicked her without protest.
When they were done, about half an hour later, Alcyone felt energised. Her eyes were gleaming, her hair glimmered and she stood with her normal pride. She was back to normal. She shed her robes and told the others to do the same. (She had informed everyone to wear pants and comfortable shirts to the lesson.) They did as they were told.
The next several hours were filled with hand to hand combat between various students. (But I -being to author- figure no one cares about most of them so I am skipping to Harry vs. Draco.)
"Bow." Alcyone said.
The two boys followed orders. "Fight."
Draco was the first to strike, landing a solid blow to Harry's jaw, sending the Gryffindor flying backwards. But Harry recovered quickly and caught himself before he fell, using the momentum he had picked up to swing his arm into Draco's ribs. The blonde stumbled and gasped for air, winded.
"This is gonna be good," Alcyone said.
Harry dodged Draco's next attack, but failed to block the uppercut to his stomach. And the following elbow jam to the head.
Adreniline pumped through the Slytherin, sending sweet energy to his lims,. He was wired, dying for the next hit, blind to all but Harry.
Harry however was having some problems. He didn't want to fight Draco. It was too real, too like what he had always thought he would have to do someday when the blonde turned and followed in his father's foot steps.
Somehow Harry recovered his balls and the fight continued. For an hour and a half. A freaking hour and a half, and no one had won.
Both boys were exhausted from the strain on their bodies, but neither was willing to give up. And as long as they wanted to go at it, Alcyone was going to let them.
The boys were now just punching and blocking one after another, in a dance of sorts. Both nearly about to drop. Draco knew he couldn't last much longer, he was just going to pass out from exhaustion. He could see that Harry was in the same state, but wasn't about to give up anymore than he was. The blonde didn't see how he could win.
And then there it was, right on cue; a flaw in Harry's rythum of blocks and punches. Just before he punched, he tossed back his left sholder and arm to gain momentum, the move was only supposed to leave his ribs unprotected for a second, but he was slowing down and it left him exposed for maybe three seconds too long. Just enough time to sneak in a hit.
Concitrating hard because he knew he would only have one shot at it, lest Harry catch on and change his strategy, Draco waited for the perfect moment to strike. gathering all his strength he swung his fist into Harry's ribs, barley missing the Gryffindor's own punch.
Harry doubled over again and Draco took his opportunity, grabbing the boy's sholders and kneeing him in the chest, purposly missing his face as to not break his nose or something.
When Harry stood to retaliate Draco punched him in the stomach and sent him reeling to the ground, then fell to his knees and took deep breaths to keep from passing out. It had taken a lot of energy to fight like that. Energy he wasn't used to spending in such large amounts.
He kept his eye on Harry, making sure not to be caught off gaurd, but he knew the fight was over, they both did, and thankfully so beacuse if he was to attack now, Draco would have nothing left to defend himself with.
But Harry made no move to attack, infact he made no movement at all. His lithy form was sprawled on the ground, unconsciencious, and barley breathing.
"Harry!" Ron screamed, running to his friend and calling everyone's attention to the raven haired boy. Draco gasped and drug himself over to the boy, but Alcyone stepped infront of him, pulling Ron away as she did, and knelt beside Harry.
The students gathered close like people at a train wreck.
"Stand back," she hissed, and everyone took three steps back in unison.
The teacher placed her hands just above Harrys head and chest and waved them over his form once, then closed her eyes concitrated. Her lips moved silently, as if chanting and a small blue light formed under her hands, gently flowing into Harry's chest.
Everyone held their breath. They had never seen this kind of magic before, and while it was amazing, it was also scary.
Draco prayed to every diety he could think of. He couldn't loose Harry. Harry had to be alright. He had to be. Draco couldn't live with himself if the Gryffindor died by his hand.
A murmor from the ground was the first indicator of Harry's return to the light. He tried to sit, but Alcyone placed a hand on his head and gently pushed him back down.
"Rest now Harry." she said.
Everyone's breath was collectively let out.
"Class is over for today, it's getting dark." she said, as if that was the only reason for it to end. Her face showed no sign of having been worried about Harry's life.
The students reluctantly walked back inside, all wanting to stay, but knowing better than to question their teacher. Especially after today's display.
Hermione was the only one who seemed unfazed. But she wouldn't tell anyone anything. Which drove the rest of the students crazy.