A/N: None here.
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia and Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 11: MOF's and Desino Deprehensio
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Harry grumbled under his breath as Snape walked the young heir up to the headmaster's office later the next day. This was NOT his idea of a fun time after exams; he should be with his friends outside, maybe lazing under the shade of a tree or wandering around. He did NOT want to visit the senile old man, he did NOT want to lay eyes on this elder, he did NOT want to be tempted so eagerly with his murder.
'Ah, yes, the murder,' thought Harry, as Snape took him behind the statue of a gargoyle and they moved up some revolving stairs. 'I must plan out the murder, let's see, slowly, yes, slow is what is needed in this case...'
"Harry?"
Harry looked up, startled. It was Severus that had spoken and was looking at him right in the eyes. A small but distinguishable smirk ran across the man's face, both pausing just at the top of the stairs.
"Harry, I know what you're thinking, and at this moment, I would advise you against any attempts."
"Uncle Sev, you won't desert me now that Tom's gone will you? I mean, surely by now, every Deatheater outside of school knows."
Severus rested his hands on Harry's shoulders, and he said, "No, Harry. I won't desert you. But others might be a bit different in their views. Malfoy and a few others like Nott are still loyal to you, but the rest of them have turned their loyalties aside. That's why Dumbledore is sending you to the Dursley's this summer. As much as it disgusts me, Dark magic wards will be placed on the house to ensure you a little safety along with a few other measures I can't reveal."
Harry sighed and moaned, "Can I not see the headmaster now? I mean, you just told me escape from the Muggles will be impossible this summer, so do I really have to go in there?"
Severus nodded and Harry hung his head as he was led into the office. Looking up, he was only slightly impressed with the furnishings; he expected this kind of setting for a head of the school, but his true interest lay in a beautiful thing preening itself on a golden stand.
"A phoenix... wow..." he murmured.
"His name is Fawkes, if you'd like to know, Harry," came Dumbledore's voice as he entered from a side door and sat down behind his desk. He steepled his fingers and rested his bearded chin on his thumbs.
Harry gave out a loud sigh and sat down in front of the wide desk, Severus taking the seat next to him. He refused to meet the old wizard's bright, blue eyes. A sly smile creeped up on Harry's face; he might as well start out this little meeting on an interesting note.
"So, the high and mighty Light wizard had to resort to Avada Kedavra when his opponent was distracted. I must say, I am not impressed."
The MOF (Manipulative Old Fool; Harry had taken to calling him this shortened name) raised a heavy eyebrow ever so slightly, though Harry could swear he heard an angry little noise emerge from the old man's throat.
"Well, Harry, I was using any means necessary to rid the world of a threat to it. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Harry snorted, and Snape watched on, completely out of the conversation.
"Well _headmaster_, it is in bad taste to do it in such a way. Besides," and at this Harry's smile widened and he looked up, "Isn't it an Unforgivable, according to your laws? What stops me reporting it to the Ministry right now?"
"Well, as much as I know you would love to see me in an Azkaban cell going madder than I already am, I know you won't do it."
Harry outright laughed and retorted, "My friend Blaise is mad, Dumbledore; you're just senile. There's a difference. Now, Severus was saying-"
"Professor Snape, Harry."
It was Harry's turn to quirck an eyebrow and say in that commanding persona suddenly, "Pardon me, sir, but perhaps you forget me. I may be one of your former supporters' son, but what I am now couldn't be any more different. My dear Tom already had the older Deatheaters swear allegiance to me, allowing me to refer as I want to them. I call him Professor in front of the other students as a courtesy so as to retain the students' respect and prevent suspicion for him. However, in private I can call him anything I choose; he is, after all, my Severus, my Uncle Sev, and my most loyal follower. Back onto the subject, why wouldn't I turn you in to Azkaban?"
Dumbledore chuckled ever so slightly.
"Because listening from my other room through its thin walls, I could hear Severus warn you not to attempt anything. I know you want to kill me, but that's impossible. Maybe when you're older, child."
Harry, in a darkening expression barely visible, could feel the blood running rampant in his veins and feel his magic flowing off of him freely, as though in ripples. The swanlike phoenix woke up, startled by the Dark magic flooding the room, and began to sing, trying to dispel the unwelcome magic. Harry smiled while only giving off a little shudder.
"Your songbird, sir," began Harry, "can sing for me anytime he wants to try to ward off the Dark. His music produces the most exhilirating little shivers which I really enjoy, honestly. Do you need to tell me anything you know Severus hasn't already told me, sir?"
"Have a pleasant summer."
"Oh, touché, headmaster. Right to the heart. See you next year. I'll make sure to write you a message," said Harry, amused though slightly ticked, and Severus escorted him from the office.
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"So, Harry, are you going to send me any letters this summer?"
"Of course, Draco. But you'll have to send one to me first, seeing as I have no messenger."
"What about me?"
"Yes, Blaise, I'll write to you, too. You need to send me a messenger, too."
"~And what about me, Harry? Am I accompanying you to the Muggle house?~"
"~Yes you are, which reminds me; I'm going to have to put a charm on you to hide you from them, most likely.~"
"~That's fine, Harry.~"
The conversation had been going on for a while. The Entrance Hall was packed with people and luggage, all waiting to leave for the train to take them home. Well, except for Harry; he'd be personally escorted home by Severus when everyone left. It was so noisy, Harry could get away with Parseltongue without anyone noticing, not that he cared. He was going to miss his friends this summer, though, and was sad to see them go. He fingered the harp and played a few strings. Outside, a light drizzle of rain started. Remembering and smiling rather wickedly, he pulled out his wand and informed the other two to do so as well.
"I finally figured it out," said Harry, pulling the other two closer and making a tight circle with all three sitting on their luggage. The inside of the circle was blocked from any outside eyes.
Blaise asked, "What? What did you figure out?"
"Remember in the Hospital Wing when I said I'd find a way to get past not using magic? Well, I looked it up. In any residence where an underaged witch or wizard is present, the Ministry puts up a charm to report any underage magic. It must have taken me at least two days in the library to find a book of the spells they use in such things."
"Let me guess," smirked Draco, twirling his wand so a fine trickle of sparks came out, "You did figure out how to get past this charm or at least counter it."
"Right in one, Draco. It really is a simple spell; it's just not a very commonly known one. Here, give me your wands you two."
The silver and black haired girl and the blonde boy gave up their wands, and Harry took them eagerly.
"Now, the way the underage charm works is that it hones in on your wand and you when you arrive at where you're staying and follows you around until you go back to your school. However, if you use this spell on yourself and your wand before you leave school, it will block out the charm until you get back to school. I'm surprised Fred and George haven't discovered it yet," he added thoughtfully, and pointed his wand at Draco's wand first.
"Desino deprehensio!"
After the small shimmer, he repeated it on Blaise's wand and then on the two people themselves.
"Aren't you placing it on yourself, Harry?"
Harry shook his head, grinning," I already did it the moment I woke up this morning. Now you're free to use any magic you want over the summer. As long as I don't use any Dark magic at the Dursley's, I can still use any number of jinxes and such. At least I'll have protection."
Hagrid now appeared in the entryway and informed everyone that they can now go down to the train. A great bustle arose at this news as people began crowding towards the door, eager to get home to their families. Harry felt what seemed a bit of jealousy of these others; they have the company of ones they care for for the summer. He clenched his fingers around the little crystal figure Tom in his pocket painfully.
Blaise quickly hurried out after Draco but not before calling out, "See you over the summer, Harry!" and Draco shouted back, "We'll get together for school supplies later, alright?"
"See you guys! Have fun!"
And he was alone in the empty Entrance Hall, left sitting on his trunk. He sighed and hiised after a few minutes.
"~Hey Amelia.~"
Amelia, poked her head out of a sleeve and slithered out onto Harry's crossed legs, slightly stretching up to look at him better.
"~Yes?~"
"~We will be leaving soon, so if you want to hunt, you better do so now.~"
"~Don't worry. I already had a Sickel from your bag earlier, I'm fine.~"
Harry nearly fell off his trunk, and never noticed the other figure approaching him rapidly.
"~A Sickle? But Amelia, you shouldn't eat those! You won't be able to digest it!~"
"~Actually, my kind prefer food of silver rather than flesh. It gives our scales such a lovely sheen, and we can better use our magic.~"
Harry looked down smiling and said, "~Well, you should have told me when I got you! You can have all you want.~"
"Harry?"
Harry looked around and found his favourite Professor looking down on him and his companion.
"Hey, I know that snake. He was my pet for most of second term, and then one day just disappeared."
"_HER_ name is Amelia, and she's my familiar, actually. I had her spy on you to get information on that stone, and she did prove quite helpful."
"How could you get her to do that?" queried Severus.
"I'm a Parselmouth, didn't Tom ever tell you?"
"No... It seems you were truly meant to be his son, Harry. Tell the little spy to get back wherever you hide her fo school, because we're about to go."
"~Come on, Amelia. You heard Uncle Sev.~"
"~See you at your relatives' home, Harry.~" And she slid in around his torso, as she had now reached alomst three feet in length over the year. Severus looked on amusedly. Harry got off his trunk, Severus put a Levitation charm on it, and Harry followed Severus outside, looking at their transportation and filling with awe.
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A/N: Again, I'm mean. Sorry this will get up so late. It was my dad's birthday and my friend's mother's birthday today. I helped my friend bake a cake (the most luscious, mouthwatering chocolate cake you've ever tasted) and then had to contend with homework. But I got it up, and that's all that matters. Stupid MOF, die, die, die!!!....
Oh, and in case you were wondering about my multiple personalities (I use I as I myself am the only one speaking coherently and not floating in a pond [see Stupid Gryffinndor's reply if you're wondering"WTF?!"]). I will be putting up description of them in my profile of the ones I've found so far.
Review responses:
SilverKnight7- You know what's scarier than our multiple personalities? We have friends who
actually enjoy them. Heck, we've got a friend who realized she had them just from
hanging around with us! Yes, run far, far away, as fast as you can, we'll never catch
you, you're the gingerbread man!!! Bwahahahahahahaha!!!
Stupid Gryffindor- Think you can fool me, and I helped you bake that cake today, too! hehehe...
Gisei did get free of Momo, and now Momo is floating on the pond unconscious.
I'm starting to worry; Gisei is muttering to herself/himself again and fingering
the dagger I got her/him for her/his birthday. I'm currently hiding behind a
column and fearing for my life.
ER- Yes, Harry will live with the idiot Muggles, but being able to use some magic will help keep
them in line, won't it?
hermionegreen- Yeah, it's all going to be one story. I confuse too easily to make them all
seperate. My Honors classes kill my brain, and it's in overdrive just to write this.
Cataclysmic- Hello! We haven't seen you before! Everyone say hi! *muttering reviewer hellos*
Thanks for the nice comments! Hope to see you soon!
Nicoletta- Not to get off topic (because I _never_ do that) I feel sorry that you haven't the time
to finish the vampire chronicles. Probably the most thought provoking books I've ever
read. Ask Stupid Gryffindor; I bring at least one to read at school during random free
times! Things are a bit wierd, but then, everything in this story is a bit off, and I'm a bit
off, so I don't know; I think it works.
RaistlinofMetallica- Doomed Dursley's. hehe. Tongue twister! You and your muses can keep Tom
for now, but I need him back for book four, okay? After all, we all want to
see Tom resurrected, don't we? Yes, we do.
Reflections of Reality- Before I forget, I finished reading your profile; what's your definition of a
"Superpower" Harry? I don't believe I've read a fic with that. Aahhh, MOF
choking to death on a lemondrop, yes, that is the greatest irony. I've
always wanted to try one, though. *grabs the lemondrop from dead MOF's
throat and sucks thoughtfully on it* MMmmmmmm... lemony goodness!
linky2- Yes, Harry as the next Dark Lord is fun. Next year, will he be the Heir of Slytherin, too?
Shorty- By the way, Laurie is "Her Rainbowness" not me. I'm the eccentric one that sits next to
you in Zoology who keeps being interrupted from her latest vampire chronicles book by
a certain someone. Wow, that was a long sentence. Second year was always my
favorite book even if I love book three dearly.
bitchkitten- *shoves next to Cataclysmic* Come on everyone! Say hello to the new peoples!
*tired grumblings from other reviewers* You think my story's that good? Thanks!
Falafal- Feel sorry for Tom and Harry, for they are midgets... at least, Harry is.. Feel sorry for
Harry being a midget and for Tom because he's bodiless.
Mark Evans- MOF always keeps up such interesting conversations. Ah well, would you like a
lemondrop? I'm sure he still has some on him somewhere. *looks in dead wizard's
robes for more lemondrops and finds a whole bag. rapidly tosses handfuls into the
reviewers* Here everyone! Have a lemondrop! Bwahahaha!
JerseyGirl03- Sadly, Harry couldn't do that,even if he dearly wanted to do it to the MOF. He needs
to graduate, after all. Besides, MOF already died from the lemondrop. It was a
good lemondrop, too.. Aah well, mine now!
chozen1- *rams into bitchkitten and Cataclysmic. tries to get response from reviewers but they're
too busy eateing their lemondrops* Welcome! Yes, MOF will die, but Harry will have
to put up with him for now.
(December 3, 2003)
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia and Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 11: MOF's and Desino Deprehensio
------------------------------------------
Harry grumbled under his breath as Snape walked the young heir up to the headmaster's office later the next day. This was NOT his idea of a fun time after exams; he should be with his friends outside, maybe lazing under the shade of a tree or wandering around. He did NOT want to visit the senile old man, he did NOT want to lay eyes on this elder, he did NOT want to be tempted so eagerly with his murder.
'Ah, yes, the murder,' thought Harry, as Snape took him behind the statue of a gargoyle and they moved up some revolving stairs. 'I must plan out the murder, let's see, slowly, yes, slow is what is needed in this case...'
"Harry?"
Harry looked up, startled. It was Severus that had spoken and was looking at him right in the eyes. A small but distinguishable smirk ran across the man's face, both pausing just at the top of the stairs.
"Harry, I know what you're thinking, and at this moment, I would advise you against any attempts."
"Uncle Sev, you won't desert me now that Tom's gone will you? I mean, surely by now, every Deatheater outside of school knows."
Severus rested his hands on Harry's shoulders, and he said, "No, Harry. I won't desert you. But others might be a bit different in their views. Malfoy and a few others like Nott are still loyal to you, but the rest of them have turned their loyalties aside. That's why Dumbledore is sending you to the Dursley's this summer. As much as it disgusts me, Dark magic wards will be placed on the house to ensure you a little safety along with a few other measures I can't reveal."
Harry sighed and moaned, "Can I not see the headmaster now? I mean, you just told me escape from the Muggles will be impossible this summer, so do I really have to go in there?"
Severus nodded and Harry hung his head as he was led into the office. Looking up, he was only slightly impressed with the furnishings; he expected this kind of setting for a head of the school, but his true interest lay in a beautiful thing preening itself on a golden stand.
"A phoenix... wow..." he murmured.
"His name is Fawkes, if you'd like to know, Harry," came Dumbledore's voice as he entered from a side door and sat down behind his desk. He steepled his fingers and rested his bearded chin on his thumbs.
Harry gave out a loud sigh and sat down in front of the wide desk, Severus taking the seat next to him. He refused to meet the old wizard's bright, blue eyes. A sly smile creeped up on Harry's face; he might as well start out this little meeting on an interesting note.
"So, the high and mighty Light wizard had to resort to Avada Kedavra when his opponent was distracted. I must say, I am not impressed."
The MOF (Manipulative Old Fool; Harry had taken to calling him this shortened name) raised a heavy eyebrow ever so slightly, though Harry could swear he heard an angry little noise emerge from the old man's throat.
"Well, Harry, I was using any means necessary to rid the world of a threat to it. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Harry snorted, and Snape watched on, completely out of the conversation.
"Well _headmaster_, it is in bad taste to do it in such a way. Besides," and at this Harry's smile widened and he looked up, "Isn't it an Unforgivable, according to your laws? What stops me reporting it to the Ministry right now?"
"Well, as much as I know you would love to see me in an Azkaban cell going madder than I already am, I know you won't do it."
Harry outright laughed and retorted, "My friend Blaise is mad, Dumbledore; you're just senile. There's a difference. Now, Severus was saying-"
"Professor Snape, Harry."
It was Harry's turn to quirck an eyebrow and say in that commanding persona suddenly, "Pardon me, sir, but perhaps you forget me. I may be one of your former supporters' son, but what I am now couldn't be any more different. My dear Tom already had the older Deatheaters swear allegiance to me, allowing me to refer as I want to them. I call him Professor in front of the other students as a courtesy so as to retain the students' respect and prevent suspicion for him. However, in private I can call him anything I choose; he is, after all, my Severus, my Uncle Sev, and my most loyal follower. Back onto the subject, why wouldn't I turn you in to Azkaban?"
Dumbledore chuckled ever so slightly.
"Because listening from my other room through its thin walls, I could hear Severus warn you not to attempt anything. I know you want to kill me, but that's impossible. Maybe when you're older, child."
Harry, in a darkening expression barely visible, could feel the blood running rampant in his veins and feel his magic flowing off of him freely, as though in ripples. The swanlike phoenix woke up, startled by the Dark magic flooding the room, and began to sing, trying to dispel the unwelcome magic. Harry smiled while only giving off a little shudder.
"Your songbird, sir," began Harry, "can sing for me anytime he wants to try to ward off the Dark. His music produces the most exhilirating little shivers which I really enjoy, honestly. Do you need to tell me anything you know Severus hasn't already told me, sir?"
"Have a pleasant summer."
"Oh, touché, headmaster. Right to the heart. See you next year. I'll make sure to write you a message," said Harry, amused though slightly ticked, and Severus escorted him from the office.
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"So, Harry, are you going to send me any letters this summer?"
"Of course, Draco. But you'll have to send one to me first, seeing as I have no messenger."
"What about me?"
"Yes, Blaise, I'll write to you, too. You need to send me a messenger, too."
"~And what about me, Harry? Am I accompanying you to the Muggle house?~"
"~Yes you are, which reminds me; I'm going to have to put a charm on you to hide you from them, most likely.~"
"~That's fine, Harry.~"
The conversation had been going on for a while. The Entrance Hall was packed with people and luggage, all waiting to leave for the train to take them home. Well, except for Harry; he'd be personally escorted home by Severus when everyone left. It was so noisy, Harry could get away with Parseltongue without anyone noticing, not that he cared. He was going to miss his friends this summer, though, and was sad to see them go. He fingered the harp and played a few strings. Outside, a light drizzle of rain started. Remembering and smiling rather wickedly, he pulled out his wand and informed the other two to do so as well.
"I finally figured it out," said Harry, pulling the other two closer and making a tight circle with all three sitting on their luggage. The inside of the circle was blocked from any outside eyes.
Blaise asked, "What? What did you figure out?"
"Remember in the Hospital Wing when I said I'd find a way to get past not using magic? Well, I looked it up. In any residence where an underaged witch or wizard is present, the Ministry puts up a charm to report any underage magic. It must have taken me at least two days in the library to find a book of the spells they use in such things."
"Let me guess," smirked Draco, twirling his wand so a fine trickle of sparks came out, "You did figure out how to get past this charm or at least counter it."
"Right in one, Draco. It really is a simple spell; it's just not a very commonly known one. Here, give me your wands you two."
The silver and black haired girl and the blonde boy gave up their wands, and Harry took them eagerly.
"Now, the way the underage charm works is that it hones in on your wand and you when you arrive at where you're staying and follows you around until you go back to your school. However, if you use this spell on yourself and your wand before you leave school, it will block out the charm until you get back to school. I'm surprised Fred and George haven't discovered it yet," he added thoughtfully, and pointed his wand at Draco's wand first.
"Desino deprehensio!"
After the small shimmer, he repeated it on Blaise's wand and then on the two people themselves.
"Aren't you placing it on yourself, Harry?"
Harry shook his head, grinning," I already did it the moment I woke up this morning. Now you're free to use any magic you want over the summer. As long as I don't use any Dark magic at the Dursley's, I can still use any number of jinxes and such. At least I'll have protection."
Hagrid now appeared in the entryway and informed everyone that they can now go down to the train. A great bustle arose at this news as people began crowding towards the door, eager to get home to their families. Harry felt what seemed a bit of jealousy of these others; they have the company of ones they care for for the summer. He clenched his fingers around the little crystal figure Tom in his pocket painfully.
Blaise quickly hurried out after Draco but not before calling out, "See you over the summer, Harry!" and Draco shouted back, "We'll get together for school supplies later, alright?"
"See you guys! Have fun!"
And he was alone in the empty Entrance Hall, left sitting on his trunk. He sighed and hiised after a few minutes.
"~Hey Amelia.~"
Amelia, poked her head out of a sleeve and slithered out onto Harry's crossed legs, slightly stretching up to look at him better.
"~Yes?~"
"~We will be leaving soon, so if you want to hunt, you better do so now.~"
"~Don't worry. I already had a Sickel from your bag earlier, I'm fine.~"
Harry nearly fell off his trunk, and never noticed the other figure approaching him rapidly.
"~A Sickle? But Amelia, you shouldn't eat those! You won't be able to digest it!~"
"~Actually, my kind prefer food of silver rather than flesh. It gives our scales such a lovely sheen, and we can better use our magic.~"
Harry looked down smiling and said, "~Well, you should have told me when I got you! You can have all you want.~"
"Harry?"
Harry looked around and found his favourite Professor looking down on him and his companion.
"Hey, I know that snake. He was my pet for most of second term, and then one day just disappeared."
"_HER_ name is Amelia, and she's my familiar, actually. I had her spy on you to get information on that stone, and she did prove quite helpful."
"How could you get her to do that?" queried Severus.
"I'm a Parselmouth, didn't Tom ever tell you?"
"No... It seems you were truly meant to be his son, Harry. Tell the little spy to get back wherever you hide her fo school, because we're about to go."
"~Come on, Amelia. You heard Uncle Sev.~"
"~See you at your relatives' home, Harry.~" And she slid in around his torso, as she had now reached alomst three feet in length over the year. Severus looked on amusedly. Harry got off his trunk, Severus put a Levitation charm on it, and Harry followed Severus outside, looking at their transportation and filling with awe.
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A/N: Again, I'm mean. Sorry this will get up so late. It was my dad's birthday and my friend's mother's birthday today. I helped my friend bake a cake (the most luscious, mouthwatering chocolate cake you've ever tasted) and then had to contend with homework. But I got it up, and that's all that matters. Stupid MOF, die, die, die!!!....
Oh, and in case you were wondering about my multiple personalities (I use I as I myself am the only one speaking coherently and not floating in a pond [see Stupid Gryffinndor's reply if you're wondering"WTF?!"]). I will be putting up description of them in my profile of the ones I've found so far.
Review responses:
SilverKnight7- You know what's scarier than our multiple personalities? We have friends who
actually enjoy them. Heck, we've got a friend who realized she had them just from
hanging around with us! Yes, run far, far away, as fast as you can, we'll never catch
you, you're the gingerbread man!!! Bwahahahahahahaha!!!
Stupid Gryffindor- Think you can fool me, and I helped you bake that cake today, too! hehehe...
Gisei did get free of Momo, and now Momo is floating on the pond unconscious.
I'm starting to worry; Gisei is muttering to herself/himself again and fingering
the dagger I got her/him for her/his birthday. I'm currently hiding behind a
column and fearing for my life.
ER- Yes, Harry will live with the idiot Muggles, but being able to use some magic will help keep
them in line, won't it?
hermionegreen- Yeah, it's all going to be one story. I confuse too easily to make them all
seperate. My Honors classes kill my brain, and it's in overdrive just to write this.
Cataclysmic- Hello! We haven't seen you before! Everyone say hi! *muttering reviewer hellos*
Thanks for the nice comments! Hope to see you soon!
Nicoletta- Not to get off topic (because I _never_ do that) I feel sorry that you haven't the time
to finish the vampire chronicles. Probably the most thought provoking books I've ever
read. Ask Stupid Gryffindor; I bring at least one to read at school during random free
times! Things are a bit wierd, but then, everything in this story is a bit off, and I'm a bit
off, so I don't know; I think it works.
RaistlinofMetallica- Doomed Dursley's. hehe. Tongue twister! You and your muses can keep Tom
for now, but I need him back for book four, okay? After all, we all want to
see Tom resurrected, don't we? Yes, we do.
Reflections of Reality- Before I forget, I finished reading your profile; what's your definition of a
"Superpower" Harry? I don't believe I've read a fic with that. Aahhh, MOF
choking to death on a lemondrop, yes, that is the greatest irony. I've
always wanted to try one, though. *grabs the lemondrop from dead MOF's
throat and sucks thoughtfully on it* MMmmmmmm... lemony goodness!
linky2- Yes, Harry as the next Dark Lord is fun. Next year, will he be the Heir of Slytherin, too?
Shorty- By the way, Laurie is "Her Rainbowness" not me. I'm the eccentric one that sits next to
you in Zoology who keeps being interrupted from her latest vampire chronicles book by
a certain someone. Wow, that was a long sentence. Second year was always my
favorite book even if I love book three dearly.
bitchkitten- *shoves next to Cataclysmic* Come on everyone! Say hello to the new peoples!
*tired grumblings from other reviewers* You think my story's that good? Thanks!
Falafal- Feel sorry for Tom and Harry, for they are midgets... at least, Harry is.. Feel sorry for
Harry being a midget and for Tom because he's bodiless.
Mark Evans- MOF always keeps up such interesting conversations. Ah well, would you like a
lemondrop? I'm sure he still has some on him somewhere. *looks in dead wizard's
robes for more lemondrops and finds a whole bag. rapidly tosses handfuls into the
reviewers* Here everyone! Have a lemondrop! Bwahahaha!
JerseyGirl03- Sadly, Harry couldn't do that,even if he dearly wanted to do it to the MOF. He needs
to graduate, after all. Besides, MOF already died from the lemondrop. It was a
good lemondrop, too.. Aah well, mine now!
chozen1- *rams into bitchkitten and Cataclysmic. tries to get response from reviewers but they're
too busy eateing their lemondrops* Welcome! Yes, MOF will die, but Harry will have
to put up with him for now.
(December 3, 2003)