I guess I forgot the disclaimer on the last chapter. Here it goes. I do not own Harry Potter, or anything of the JK Rowling books, and it is really good that I do not...
Chases Harry and Draco with a pitchfork "Let's see how I could screw up their lives even more that they already are!!!!!"
Chapter 2
"Poppy, take the boys to Hogwarts immediately! Molly, round up the Dursleys. They are coming with us. Do whatever you have to, in order to get them through the Floo Network." Dumbledore, magical energy crackling out of him like electricity, strode out of the room and down the stairs. They heard the front door slam, and then all was eerily silent.
Petunia glanced at Molly, wry humor sparkling in her eyes. "I wouldn't want to be in those Death Eater-whatzit's shoes right about now." Petunia ran into Dudley's room next door. "Dudley, grab a spare change of clothes and come down stairs. We have to leave! Now!"
"But Mum," Dudley whined. "My favorite show is on..."
"BOY! MOVE!" Petunia roared, sounding dangerously like her husband. Molly and Madame Pomfrey grinned at each other, and then levitated the two boys off the bed and down the stairs. Getting the Dursleys to Hogwarts would not be a problem.
"Geez. I'm coming!" Molly and Madam Pomfrey heard - and felt- Dudley race down the stairs. As soon as he cleared the landing, the entire house shook with a loud BOOM. It felt as if a seven point earthquake had just ripped through Surrey. After about fifteen seconds of shaking, the earth suddenly stopped, and eerie silence prevailed once again.
Within ninety seconds of Molly seeing the first Death Eaters Apparating onto Privet Drive, everyone was ready to go, with the exception of the Headmaster. Apart from that initial BOOM, nothing else had been heard from outside. The adults were beginning to get very worried, and Molly nervously peeked out from between the curtains. She watched, in morbid fascination as Voldemort screamed curses at the wards, only to have the wards rebound those curses onto the Death Eaters. She continued to stare as Vernon Dursley turned an awful shade of purple and start screaming what was obviously obscenities at the most powerful evil wizard in the world, then physically punch his ham sized fist through the wards to slam Voldemort across the face. Dumbledore stood about ten feet behind Dursley, looking alternately amused and annoyed. As she stared, unable to turn her gaze away from the increasingly bizarre and surreal events unfolding outside, Dumbledore turned to her. She saw him stare right at her, then mouth the words "Hogwarts, NOW!" Molly tore her gaze from out the window and rejoined the others in front of the Floo.
"You do NOT want to know what is happening" she announced grimly. She threw a pinch of Floo powder into the fire and Petunia went first, having Flooed once or twice with her sister, Lily.
"Hogwarts School, Professor Dumbledore's Office!" She shouted, then stepped into the fire and disappeared.
Dudley went next. He copied verbatim what his mother said. "Hogwarts School, Professor Dumbledore's Office!" He also disappeared.
Dumbledore had just run outside when he saw Vernon Dursley confront the Death Eaters. Dursley must have just come home, when those morons appeared, Dumbledore angrily thought to himself. He stopped about ten feet behind Dursley, noticing that Vernon was screaming obscenities at none other than the Dark Lord himself- from within the safety of the wards. Dumbledore let his careful hold on his magic go, shooting crackling energy into a sphere around him His robes began to ripple from the amount of power forced through them. Power slammed through him and formed a protective aura around him, and he could hear the fearful whispers of the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. That's right, boys, this old man can still kick all of your asses without breaking a sweat. It's just your leader that I cannot beat, and for that I have Potter. Dumbledore let a moment's worry permeate his thoughts.I hope Tom hasn't figured out a way to drop the wards, though if he hadn't, why would he be here?
"You FUCKED UP BASTARTD!!!" screamed Vernon Dursley, jerking Dumbledore's full attention to the situation at hand. He watched, fascinated, as Vernon Dursley either displayed extreme courage- or stupidity- probably both, from the looks of it and jabbed a finger at the Dark Lord. "Get the HELL OUT OF MY YARD and GET AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!!!"
"Stupid Muggle! What makes you think your puny threats will have any effect?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" A sickly green light shot out of Voldemort's wand and sped towards Dursley, then bounced off a previously invisible wall with a flash of sparks. It ricocheted at a crazy angle, and struck a random Death Eater full in the face, killing him or her instantly. Pandemonium shattered Voldemort's ranks as every Death Eater realized simultaneously that standing anywhere NEAR Voldemort was almost certain death. Vernon let out a snarl of rage and slammed his enormous fist through the wards and connected with Voldemort's chin. The blow knocked Voldemort back almost five feet and would have landed on his back if a Death Eater had not broken his fall by inadvertently standing in the way. Voldemort shrugged off the Death Eater and strode back up to the barriers, rage billowing across his face.
Voldemort turned a deep shade of red that gradually turned into a brilliant purple as he turned around to stare at his Death Eaters. "SNAPE!!!" he bellowed, doing a fair imitation of Vernon Dursley. "Why in HELL aren't the wards down?!?!" he pointed his wand at a Death Eater to his far left. His face started turning blue from the effort of screaming so much. "Cruc-"
Dumbledore slammed his hand out. BOOM. The ground shook violently for what seemed an eternity, effectively knocking over the Death Eaters and Voldemort, shutting him up before he could finish the spell. "I think not, Mr. Riddle. You will not harm my staff. Severus," he directed at the Potions Master, "it is time for you to show your true loyalty."
The hooded and masked figure Voldemort had been about to curse picked himself up off the ground and broke rank from the fallen Death Eaters. Severus Snape removed his mask as he strode arrogantly through the wards and stood to the immediate right of Dumbledore. Voldemort's eyes bulged out and he was rendered temporarily speechless from anger.
"TRAITOR!!!" screamed Lucius Malfoy as he strode forward and stopped abruptly, slightly bouncing off of the wards as he stepped too close. "How could you - WHY-"
"Really, Lucius, it isn't like you to be this articulate. Could you explain how you really feel? Let it all out." Snape mocked him, and Lucius Malfoy's face turned the same color as his Lord's. "It's simple, really. I took your advice. You know the one you always give Draco. 'Pick the winning team.' Isn't that always what you tell him? Well, he has chosen the winning team, as have I."
Snape turned and addressed Voldemort. "You fool" he snapped. "You have only the most basic knowledge of potions, and you attempt to instruct ME in what potions react with others. I told you time and again the location potion would render null the other, but you wouldn't listen to me. Even Potter knows more about this than you. Hell, even LONGBOTTOM knows more than you." Snape turned, collected himself, and then turned back. "With the amount of successes your 'master plans' have had, it is a wonder that you haven't managed to kill yourself - again- with your own stupidity. I choose the winning side, because there is no way in Hell you can triumph. Plus, who would WANT to live in a world of your making?"
Voldemort stood there in shock, his face a deep maroon. He seemed to be trying to say something, but he couldn't manage to choke out the words. After about ten seconds of the goldfish effect, opening and closing his mouth, he threw up his hands and attempted to turn around. He never made it, though, because Vernon Dursley had to have the last word.
"Hey, Moldywart!" He turned to Dumbledore. "My freak of a nephew calls him that. I could never figure out why, until I saw his face. Damn! Could that thing be any more disgusting! You know, they have a Muggle procedure to remove those. It involves lasers..." he turned back to Voldemort. "As I was saying, listen, asshole, get out of my yard and take your freaky trash with you. If I find out that you have stolen anything, I'll drag your ass to court and sue you for every pound you're worth!"
"You pathetic worm!" Voldemort at last found his voice. "If you weren't cowering behind those magic wards, I'd-"
Wham! Dursley once again slammed his fist through the wards and into Voldemort's face. This time, Voldemort's nose and cheekbone shattered. Dursley grabbed him by the front of his robes, and slammed his face repeatedly into the magical wards.
"This'll -CRACK- teach you -CRACK- to mess with -CRACK- Muggles!!!!!" -CRACK-
"Vernon Dursley that is enough!" Dumbledore stood, with Snape by his side, right behind the angry Muggle. "We have to go now."
"The HELL!!" yelled Dursley, spoiling for a fight, and angry that his plaything / punching bag had been taken away. "This is MY HOUSE! I'm not going anywhere!!"
Snape sneered at him. "Stupid Muggle. Voldemort may be lacking in a few brain cells, more now, that you have knocked the git unconscious, but he is still one of the most powerful wizards in the world AND WHEN HE COMES TO, HE WILL BE INCREDIBLY PISSED OFF." Dursley turned around and stared and the unconscious Dark Lord.
"He doesn't look so tough. I can take him..." Dursley trailed off as he remembered the curse that should have hit him. If it hadn't had been for the wards....
Dumbledore placed a hand on Dursley's shoulder. "Your wife and son have already gone to Hogwarts. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which do you prefer? I can guarantee you that you and your family will be protected." That was the wrong thing to say.
"I can take care of my family!" Dursley rushed into the house, reappearing seconds later with a well oiled Winchester hunting rifle. "Let's see how well magic protects against bullets!" He raised the rifle, cocked it, and sighted at the dumbfounded Death Eaters. Snape rolled his eyes at Dumbledore and sighed.
"Petrificus Totalis." Dursley fell forward, shock frozen into his features. "Mobilicus Corpus." Vernon Dursley floated four feet off the ground, shotgun still in hand. With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore sent Dursley gliding to the front door and through it. As they entered into the house, they heard large pops behind them Running home with their tails between their legs. I'm glad I never have to go back there Snape allowed himself to momentarily sag in relief. With any luck, he would never have to set foot in Voldemort's presence again. Dumbledore and Snape stood in front of the fireplace, Durlsey floating behind them. With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore closed and locked the front door. He threw a pinch of Floo powder into the flames. "Hogwarts School!" he commanded, shoving Dursley through. He and Snape followed immediately after.
Molly and Madam Pomfrey stepped out of the Floo in Dumbledore's office. Dudley and Petunia were just standing there, gaping. Fawkes was sitting on Dudley's outstretched arm, trilling intently. Dudley looked terrified, but Petunia just looked confused.
"Um, mum? What do I do?" Dudley was about to wet himself from fright.
"What's going on, Duddikins? I can't see anything wrong." Molly took charge of the situation, wondering why Petunia couldn't see Fawkes- Of Course! Muggles can't see magical creatures- but then... why can Dudley see Fawkes?
"Molly, a little help?!?" Mrs. Weaseley turned and saw Madam Pomfrey struggling to steer both boys at once. As soon as she pushed one, the other would start to drift in another direction. Molly hurried over and opened the portrait leading directly from Dumbledore's office to the Hospital Wing. The Dursleys just stood there, Petunia still unable to either see or deal with Fawkes. Oh well, Fawkes won't hurt them. They will just have to wait. Molly thought grimly to herself.
"Here. I'll take Harry, and you can worry about Draco." Mrs. Weaseley took control of Draco, and they pushed the boys into Madam Pomfrey's isolation ward. They gently lay the boys on two of the four beds in the ward. Madam Pomfrey walked out of the isolation ward, calling softly over her shoulder "I have to get my spare wand. Young Malfoy better be able to retrieve my other one from wherever he put it..."
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Miles away, in Voldemort's dank and dreary lair, the Death Eaters guide the now revived Dark Lord to his throne. He gratefully sinks down into his chair then shoots straight up. "WHAT THE FUCK????????????" he screams as pink and purple flowers bloom from his now elephant-sized ears. "GET IT OUTTA ME! GET IT OUTTA ME!" he screams over and over, dancing the electric slide in what appears to be a ballerina tutu. After about ten minutes of the Death Eaters playing "rock, paper, scissors" to see who has the GLORIOUS (yeah right!) job of touching Moldywart's ass, Lucius Malfoy is nominated because he has the "most experience in these matters. Tiptoeing cautiously to the now prostrate Dark Lord he puts on a pair of industrial strength rubber gloves. Grimacing in disgust, he pulls what looks to be a long piece of wood from the Dark Lord's rear end.
"What the hell??? Why did he store a wand here- wait, I DON"T wanna KNOW!"
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Back at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey reappeared two minutes later with another wand. She carefully set a magical ward around the unconscious boys to alert her if they woke up or had any problems.
"Come on Molly, the Dursleys have probably blown up Albus's office by now" she sighed, dimming the lights. They walked back through the portrait together.
After they left, a faint glow enveloped the two boys. The beds were pushed together by an invisible force. Draco and Harry reached out at the same time, still asleep, and clasped the other's hand. The boys slept on, both faintly smiling. The glow dimmed and finally went out.
Mrs. Weaseley and Madam Pomfrey walked back into Dumbledore's office just as a petrified Vernon Dursley floated out of the Floo. "VERNON!!!!!!!" screamed Petunia, concern over her son's mental state temporarily forgotten. She turned a murderous gaze on Dumbledore and Snape, who had just stepped, one after the other, out of the fireplace. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM????" she threw herself on Vernon in hysterics. "WAKE UP! Dudley is insane, keeps squawking about some bird, and we are in magic freaksville central! Now WAKE UP!" she shook her husband roughly.
"Finite Incantium." Vernon collapsed to the floor in a heap. Petunia fell with him. Both turned to stare at Snape, who was suddenly occupied with something on the other side of the room. Neither Vernon nor Petunia could understand why everyone was staring at Dudley. Sure, he was holding his arm out in a weird way, and looked terrified, but, there was nothing on his arm, right?
Dumbledore walked over to Dudley and Fawkes. "Fawkes?" called the Headmaster softly. "What is going on? Can Dudley see you?" Fawkes trilled once, a long, pure, sweet note then casually walked up Dudley's arm to his shoulder. "Oh my, sighed the Headmaster. "We have overlooked you, Dudley. It seems that you can do magic. You are a wizard, though probably not a very powerful one." Dumbledore overlooked the fact that Dudley was turning a fiery red.
Dudley turned to his parents, anger and terror radiating off of him. "Mum, dad, what is going on?" He asked calmly. "What have you been hiding from me?" He turned back to Dumbledore, fury coming off of him in waves. His parents were stricken speechless. Neither of them had any idea what was going on.
Dudley took a deep breath, and his mother cringed. Oh no, she thought dully, another tantrum, and Dumbledore is going to kill him... "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?" Dudley screamed at the headmaster. Dumbledore blinked in surprise. "YOU MEAN I AM GOING TO BE A WORTHLESS FREAK LIKE MY PATHETIC COUSIN????????????? I REFUSE! YOU CAN"T MAKE ME! I- AAARRGH!!!!!!!!" He slammed his hand out at Dumbledore, and felt something push from him, from his hand. All of a sudden, Dumbledore's beard burst into flames. Dudley watched, fascinated as Snape conjured a bucket of water and threw it into Headmaster Dumbledore's face. Dudley heard Fawkes trill, and the six adults in the room turned and stared at him, flabbergasted. Suddenly, he felt extremely light headed.
"Oh shit," said Dudley faintly, as he keeled over into unconsciousness. Fawkes flapped to safety as Dudley fell over with a crash, shaking Hogwarts to its very foundations.
"Well, that was interesting, to say the least", said Snape, matter-of- factly. He handed a towel to the now singed and extremely annoyed Professor Dumbledore.
"Indeed." Dumbledore herded the Dursleys out of his office and down into the Great Hall. "We have much to talk about." He glared at Vernon, as the irate man prepared to go into a tirade. "No more yelling!" He commanded, magic flaring. Vernon closed his mouth quickly. "Poppy, would you please put Dudley in the Hospital Wing with his cousin?" He called over his shoulder to the three left in his office. "Thanks."
"Ok," Madam Pomfrey turned to Mrs. Weaseley. "Could you open the portrait again? I'm going to have my hands full." She levitated the 300 plus pounds of Dudley then sent him through the portrait into the Hospital Wing. "You would think," Madam Pomfrey mused, "that I would have fewer patients during the summer months..."
She guided Dudley into the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey laid Dudley down onto one of the beds, then turned and gasped in surprise when she saw Harry and Draco, asleep and holding hands. How did THAT happen? she thought anxiously,and I didn't feel it? The wards didn't go off!
Professor Snape gasped when he saw his godson. "I don't get it. Where the hell are his injuries? Poppy, what happened to him? Even with the potions, it should have taken him several weeks, if not months to heal..." he trailed off, confused and scared. "Tell me," he demanded to Madam Pomfrey. "What happened to him?"
"Sit down, Severus. This is going to take some explaining. The fact is, we don't know what happened. All we know is that he was horribly injured when Harry brought him back to Privet Drive. I was called to treat him by Albus, and even he was worried. I didn't think Draco would make it. As I started to treat him, he started glowing and levitated off the bed. A force field of some sort was created around him, and I couldn't get near him. When I tried to cast a healing spell, the, the only word I can think of is his aura, took ahold of my wand and banished it. He started moaning, and the only distinguishable word was 'Harry'. He started screaming, and Petunia started yelling for her nephew. The weird thing is that Harry was already through the door and in the room as soon as she started to yell; as if he knew he was needed before we even called him. He walked over to Draco and put his hands on Draco's arm. Harry started glowing, too, and the glow centered on Draco. His superficial cuts vanished. It was like nothing I had ever seen." Severus walked over to his godson, and noticed for the first time that Draco was holding onto Harry's hand for dear life.
"Umm... Poppy, why are they holding hands?" He tried to separate them, and a dark green bolt slammed into his chest, knocking him back. "OW! What the hell?"
"That happened earlier, too, except it was Draco that hit me. His aura is a pale blue. Harry's is the dark green. As I was saying, Harry healed him, Severus, and he used his aura to do it. Draco is completely well. He has no internal injuries or broken bones, and his skin grew whole before my eyes. If you don't believe me, ask Albus. He saw it too, and neither of us have any idea what happened."
Severus sat down on the bed holding Draco. He gently smoothed back the blond hair from his forehead. "What the hell are you?" he asked out loud, not really expecting an answer.
"Follow me." Dumbledore instructed the Dursleys, leading them down the hall from his office. They stopped in front of a portrait of a unicorn and a griffin. "Funnel cakes." Dumbledore stated quietly, and the portrait opened, leading into a large suite of rooms. He guided them into the living room, saying over his shoulder "These will be your rooms for the duration of your stay. The Great Hall is down the stairs three floors and to your right." He opened the three doors leading off of the living room to reveal two large bedrooms and an extensive bath. "Pick your room, and Dudley can set up in the other room when he awakens. If you wouldn't mind compiling a list of necessary items, I will send an associate to retrieve a week's worth of necessities from your house while we strengthen the wards and find a way to have the wards extend to protect you at all times." Dumbledore left them at that.
Petunia glanced around in awe. The black leather couches, set in front of a roaring fireplace, with red and silver throws were incredibly luxurious, and looked incredibly expensive. How much money does this school get? We don't pay tuition, so how is this stuff affordable? She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookcase that took up an entire wall and saw a wide assortment of Muggle literature, from the classics like Dickens to current romance and horror novels like Nora Roberts and Stephen King.
"Petunia! You have to see this..." Veron's voice trailed off as he stared at the enormous mahogany bed, with Can it be! Silk sheets! OH my GOD! These people are loaded! he sat down on the mattress, and lay back, sinking into the softest bed he had ever felt. "Hey, Pet, you think we were wrong about magic? I mean... look at this...." She shook her head in amazement. "Oh, I wish I could have gone to school here...."
Dumbledore smiled in grim satisfaction as he listened intently to their conversation.Show them a few perks of being able to transfigure everything and they are sold on magic. Figures. He made a mental note to get that list from them as soon as he could fire chat with them. I wonder how they'll react to seeing my head poke out of their fireplace. he thought with a mental chuckle. Too bad that Creevy kid isn't here with his camera. It would be priceless. Dumbledore continued walking down to the Great Hall.
He entered the Great Hall and sat down in front of the fireplace. "The Dursley's room!" he called softly. Instantly, he could see into their room. He saw Petunia turn, see his head, and scream. PRICELESS! "Sorry, Mrs. Dursley, I was wondering if you had that list ready..." he trailed off, seeming truly apologetic. She nodded, and picked up a piece of paper.
Petunia approached the fireplace. How? "Umm, Professor Dumbledore, how do I hand this to you?"
"Quite simple, my dear." Dumbledore's head disappeared, and his hand reappeared. "Just put it in my hand."
She gingerly put the note into his hand, expecting fully for the paper and her hand to go up in flames. To her astonishment, the fire didn't burn her, but merely tickled.
Dumbledore's face reappeared "Thank you, my dear. Someone will inform you when Dudley awakens." He disappeared from view.
Dumbledore laughed to himself. "The look on her face! Oh my!" Still chuckling, he called Professor Lupin at Grimmauld Place. "Remus!" he called. Instantly the shaggy werewolf's face appeared.
"Yes, Albus? What is it?" Remus turned and looked at something to his left. "Not now, Dung! I'm talking to the Headmaster."
"Actually, this is for both of you. And, before you ask, Harry is fine. He got back in one piece, with Draco Malfoy as well." Remus let out a huge sigh of relief. "However, Death Eaters followed them, and attacked the house on Pirvet Drive. They were counting on the wards failing, which never happened. Vernon Dursley, shall we say, incapacitated Voldemort. He has such a nice right hook-" Remus let out a snort of laughter
"Dursley punched the Dark Lord? How did I miss that?"
"Well, he punched him several times, as well as slammed Voldemort's face against the wards... It was incredible." Dumbledore laughed. "Well, anyway, they can't go back until we figure out how to individually protect them. Voldemort will want to kill Vernon for humiliating him."
Remus sobered up instantly. "What do you need me to do?"
"I would like you and Mundungus to go to the Dursleys and get them whatever is on this list. It will last them for about a week, and if they have to stay longer, we'll deal with that if it happens." Dumbledore handed Remus the letter. Remus accepted it and disappeared. "Oy, Dung!" Dumbledore heard. "Let's go!" Remus reappeared. "Ok, we're off! Bye, Headmaster!"
Dumbledore was about to wish them luck when he heard a great BOOM coming from the Entrance Hall. He got up from kneeling in front of the fire and hurried to the doors, calling upon the wards as he did. He could sense that there were two people standing outside the doors, but, apart from that, he couldn't tell anything about them. He stood in front of the doors and debated opening them. It could be Death Eaters, but Severus would have informed me if Tom had found a way to mask his followers. He stood there, deliberating, when the issue was solved for him. With a mighty crash, the doors sprang open, revealing two hooded and cloaked individuals.
"You'd think those mortals would have some common courtesy to open the door." stated one of the figures to the other. The one that had spoken, a girl, guessed Dumbledore correctly, threw off her cloak to reveal a moderately tall young woman with long, dark brown curls tumbling to her waist. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a blood red tube top with knee high black leather boots. She had multiple piercings, including four in one ear, three in the other, and her tongue. Her companion threw off his cloak to reveal a young man with sandy blond hair about the same age as the woman. He was wearing black fitted pants, a silver button down shirt, and black boots. He had one piercing, his right ear, and it was a silver stud.
"Alanna," chided the young man gently "If you had no idea who was at your door at ten o' clock at night, would you open it?" He hugged her. "Don't worry, we'll find him."
Dumbledore stared at them. "Find who, might I ask?"
"Our brother! Where is he?!" 'Alanna' demanded angrily. "What have you done with him?"
"I haven't the foggiest clue of what you are talking about." Dumbledore shook his head. "Won't you come in? I am sure we can figure this out." The two regally strode into the hall.
"Really, 'Lana, have some manners. The whole ordering mortals around went out with the Dark ages." The young woman hung her head for a moment, then turned impossibly blue eyes up into the young man's dark brown. "Xander, where is he? Why can't we feel him? It was so clear less than two hours ago. Now, nothing!" She turned to Dumbledore. "Please, we know he is here! He was in so much pain, then nothing!"
"She is right, you know. All of our kin have a 'bond' if you will. It alerts us if they are in danger, hurt, or ill. We are the only ones that can successfully treat one of our own. Did someone -gulp- die here?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Not that I know of, and I would know. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of this school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"We know that, Sal and Godric were good friends of ours, once upon a time."
"ALANNA! That was privileged information! telling everyone we meet that is really going to be a problem...." 'Xander' trailed off wearily. Dumbledore's eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
"They were FRIENDS of YOURS! But -wait you kept calling me 'mortal'. Who ARE you? What do you want here?" Dumbledore put two and two together rapidly. The boys' strange auras, the way Harry healed Draco. It began to make some sense, in a completely convoluted way. Harry or Draco or both are like these two, whatever they are. They have to be. It is the only explanation.
I think he figured it out, Xander. Do we kill him now, or later. Who is this Harry? The voice sounded very amused. Draco I can understand, our brother's true name is Draconis. But, there is no demigod or demigoddess that would go by 'Harry'. Much too undignified.
"Come with me. You need to see this, and I am not sure how to show you exactly, except through my memories, but Harry must be like you, as well as Draco. DEMI GOD?" Dumbledore yelped in surprise then led them, at a run, through the Hall and up the stairs. They raced to the Hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey had just walked out of the room to get Severus a glass of water when she heard a soft moan. She hurried over to her patients and discovered that Dudley was beginning to stir. He groggily opened his eyes, wincing in pain.
"Do ya mind? The lights are too bright" complained Dudley as he shielded his light sensitive eyes from the glare. Madam Pomfrey dimmed the lights then walked back out of the room. "Wow, he exclaimed softly, "Did all that really happen? Am I going to have to go to school here? Where are my parents?"
"To answer your questions," Severus Snape said dryly, "Yes it all happened, I sincerely hope not, and your parents have been shown to your quarters in the school. Did I leave anything out?"
"You know, you aren't very nice." Dudley created a ball of fire in his open palm. "I could have gotten to like you, seeing how my asinine cousin always complains that you hate him and all. Its always nice to find someone who enjoys making his life miserable as much as I do, but you are just downright nasty." without warning, the fireball sped towards Snape, and he deflected it with a wave of his wand. It hit the wall and dissipated, leaving a scorch mark.
"Shit! What was that for?" Snape demanded.
"Oops, must have slipped..." Dudley turned and stared at the wall. He created several more when he thought Snape wasn't looking then threw them at the Potions Master. This time, he couldn't deflect them all in a wall in time, and his robes caught fire.
"Sonuvabitch!" Snape screeched angrily as he beat the flames out with a pillow. "All right, punk" he announced grimly "this means WAR". Snape formed a fireball of his own. Dudley stared in shock. Oh shit he thought in terror, as the potions master threw the foot wide ball of flames straight at him. He threw up his hands and a wall of flames encircled him, absorbing the ball. Snape blinked in surprise. I didn't know you could do that he thought to himself, and I have been practicing since I was five!
"Hah!" shouted Dudley triumphantly. "Got ya!"
"Not quite, you little twerp! Take that!" Snape threw a fireball that, when he added a cyclone of air to it, turned into an inferno. "Block this!"
"HELP!!!" screamed Dudley. He threw his arms over his head, and surrounded himself in flames. The cyclone slammed into the panicking Dudley, then rebounded and headed straight for Snape. Snape yelped and dodged it, hitting the floor with a thud. He could only stare, horrified, as the cyclone headed straight for Draco. Just as it was about to hit, Draco's aura flared, absorbing the flames. Snape let out a sigh of relief.
"Now knock it off or I'll curse you!" Snape demanded. Dudley replied by lighting his shoes on fire. Snape snarled in rage, summoning a small wave of water to douse the flames.
"That's it!" he slammed his hand out at Dudley. CRACK. In place of Dudley stood a large pig, which immediately began to run around the room. God, I LOVE wandless magic! He backed the terrified pig into a corner of the room, and raised his right hand. Flames swirled around his fingertips. "Who wants a luau?!" He cried and shot a stream of flame at Dudley.
Dumbledore sprinted into the Hospital Wing, and nearly tripped on the squealing pig. He effectively blocked the fire with a quick spell. "What..., never mind. I do NOT want to know..." He stared in surprise at the scorch marks on the walls. "Did we have a fire? Do I even WANT to know?"
Alanna and Xander stood in the doorway, grinning. "Hey, who's the pyro?" Xander asked casually. Madam Pomfrey and Mrs. Weaseley rushed into the Isolation Room, panting. "Whats happening? Where's the fire?" gasped Mrs. Weaseley. She looked around. "Albus, who are these two?"
"Well, from the looks of things, the fire's out, though how it started is going to have a very interesting answer. My name is Alanna, he is Alexander, Xander for short..."Alanna trailed off. She stared at the two boys on the bed, then studied the blond one. Something clicked. "Xander! It's Draconis!"
"Where... oh. He doesn't look hurt." Xander turned to Dumbledore. "Who healed him so quickly? You do have some explaining to do, Dumbledore."
"Is there a way for you to take thoughts directly out of my head, like Legimency?"
"Of course." Alanna grasped Xander's hand then turned to Dumbledore. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Good, then let us begin." Alanna raised her hand, and a deep purple- blue surrounded it. She gently touched Dumbledore's temple, gently whispering "Don't worry, This won't hurt at all," then closed her eyes. Xander's aura, a bright scarlet, flared around the both of them, and he closed his eyes. Dumbledore stood there for only about three seconds then they released him. "Well, that raises many questions." Alanna stared at Harry in consternation. "How could a mortal harness such power?"
Xander quickly froze Dudley, who had prepared to bolt around the room again. He missed the feral gleam in Snape's eye as he stared hungrily at the pig. Xander asked, in general, "Well, who were his parents? Does anyone know the boy's lineage? That could certainly answer at least some of the questions, and to answer the rest, one only has to look at the boys. Let me guess," he turned and addressed Mrs. Weaseley and Professor Snape, "these two have been at each others throats. They hate each other, but cannot leave each other alone. They are always trying to show the other up, and they don't know exactly why they hate each other, but they just do." Everyone in the room found themselves nodding with the statements. Why did they hate each other, really? It couldn't be for the stupid reason of 'he insulted my friend'. That was just moronic.
"Alanna, they remind me of us, before we found out."
Alanna turned to Xander. "You aren't serious. That's insane. They can't be- No. He's mortal."
"So? He's stronger than most of us immortals. He healed Draconis BY HIMSELF. There is only one bond that can do that. YOU KNOW THIS."
"But, Mother would never allow this to happen. It'll break him."
"Excuse us," Mrs. Weaseley stood in front of them, her hands on her hips. "Could you please clue us mortals in? Some of us are really lost here."
"It's simple, really. They are soul mates."
A/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To everyone who has reviewed, thank you. I am changing my category, from horror to humor, cuz this story will be funny.... I redid the second chapter, and added some more. I accidentally uploaded the chapter without it being beta'd (my sister is so cool!) as she finally beta'd it about ten minutes ago. She found some mistakes... that all of you have found by now, I bet! She came up with the new part about Voldimort having Pomfrey's wand in an interesting place.... THANK YOU, ANNIE!!!!!!!!!
To starlit night, what was clichéd? I had everyone in stitches over here! Ok, for a horror story, it isn't going to be that great. Lots of bad stuff is going to happen, but when it happens to MoldyWart and his gang of losers, it's just going to be funny! Lets say this will be humor with horror.... I can't think of a better classification for this. Oh, and the stuff will be explained, just cannot be explained by Dumbledore, and the two boys have no frigging clue what is happening to him.
To Kearie- thanks.... Im glad you think it has potential. You know, to think this was just a weird dream I had and had to write it down....
To DK Stories, Nemati, donna, Kairi099, and Icy Panther- thanks for the encouragement, and the third chapter will be up as soon as I write it....
Chases Harry and Draco with a pitchfork "Let's see how I could screw up their lives even more that they already are!!!!!"
Chapter 2
"Poppy, take the boys to Hogwarts immediately! Molly, round up the Dursleys. They are coming with us. Do whatever you have to, in order to get them through the Floo Network." Dumbledore, magical energy crackling out of him like electricity, strode out of the room and down the stairs. They heard the front door slam, and then all was eerily silent.
Petunia glanced at Molly, wry humor sparkling in her eyes. "I wouldn't want to be in those Death Eater-whatzit's shoes right about now." Petunia ran into Dudley's room next door. "Dudley, grab a spare change of clothes and come down stairs. We have to leave! Now!"
"But Mum," Dudley whined. "My favorite show is on..."
"BOY! MOVE!" Petunia roared, sounding dangerously like her husband. Molly and Madame Pomfrey grinned at each other, and then levitated the two boys off the bed and down the stairs. Getting the Dursleys to Hogwarts would not be a problem.
"Geez. I'm coming!" Molly and Madam Pomfrey heard - and felt- Dudley race down the stairs. As soon as he cleared the landing, the entire house shook with a loud BOOM. It felt as if a seven point earthquake had just ripped through Surrey. After about fifteen seconds of shaking, the earth suddenly stopped, and eerie silence prevailed once again.
Within ninety seconds of Molly seeing the first Death Eaters Apparating onto Privet Drive, everyone was ready to go, with the exception of the Headmaster. Apart from that initial BOOM, nothing else had been heard from outside. The adults were beginning to get very worried, and Molly nervously peeked out from between the curtains. She watched, in morbid fascination as Voldemort screamed curses at the wards, only to have the wards rebound those curses onto the Death Eaters. She continued to stare as Vernon Dursley turned an awful shade of purple and start screaming what was obviously obscenities at the most powerful evil wizard in the world, then physically punch his ham sized fist through the wards to slam Voldemort across the face. Dumbledore stood about ten feet behind Dursley, looking alternately amused and annoyed. As she stared, unable to turn her gaze away from the increasingly bizarre and surreal events unfolding outside, Dumbledore turned to her. She saw him stare right at her, then mouth the words "Hogwarts, NOW!" Molly tore her gaze from out the window and rejoined the others in front of the Floo.
"You do NOT want to know what is happening" she announced grimly. She threw a pinch of Floo powder into the fire and Petunia went first, having Flooed once or twice with her sister, Lily.
"Hogwarts School, Professor Dumbledore's Office!" She shouted, then stepped into the fire and disappeared.
Dudley went next. He copied verbatim what his mother said. "Hogwarts School, Professor Dumbledore's Office!" He also disappeared.
Dumbledore had just run outside when he saw Vernon Dursley confront the Death Eaters. Dursley must have just come home, when those morons appeared, Dumbledore angrily thought to himself. He stopped about ten feet behind Dursley, noticing that Vernon was screaming obscenities at none other than the Dark Lord himself- from within the safety of the wards. Dumbledore let his careful hold on his magic go, shooting crackling energy into a sphere around him His robes began to ripple from the amount of power forced through them. Power slammed through him and formed a protective aura around him, and he could hear the fearful whispers of the Death Eaters behind Voldemort. That's right, boys, this old man can still kick all of your asses without breaking a sweat. It's just your leader that I cannot beat, and for that I have Potter. Dumbledore let a moment's worry permeate his thoughts.I hope Tom hasn't figured out a way to drop the wards, though if he hadn't, why would he be here?
"You FUCKED UP BASTARTD!!!" screamed Vernon Dursley, jerking Dumbledore's full attention to the situation at hand. He watched, fascinated, as Vernon Dursley either displayed extreme courage- or stupidity- probably both, from the looks of it and jabbed a finger at the Dark Lord. "Get the HELL OUT OF MY YARD and GET AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!!!"
"Stupid Muggle! What makes you think your puny threats will have any effect?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" A sickly green light shot out of Voldemort's wand and sped towards Dursley, then bounced off a previously invisible wall with a flash of sparks. It ricocheted at a crazy angle, and struck a random Death Eater full in the face, killing him or her instantly. Pandemonium shattered Voldemort's ranks as every Death Eater realized simultaneously that standing anywhere NEAR Voldemort was almost certain death. Vernon let out a snarl of rage and slammed his enormous fist through the wards and connected with Voldemort's chin. The blow knocked Voldemort back almost five feet and would have landed on his back if a Death Eater had not broken his fall by inadvertently standing in the way. Voldemort shrugged off the Death Eater and strode back up to the barriers, rage billowing across his face.
Voldemort turned a deep shade of red that gradually turned into a brilliant purple as he turned around to stare at his Death Eaters. "SNAPE!!!" he bellowed, doing a fair imitation of Vernon Dursley. "Why in HELL aren't the wards down?!?!" he pointed his wand at a Death Eater to his far left. His face started turning blue from the effort of screaming so much. "Cruc-"
Dumbledore slammed his hand out. BOOM. The ground shook violently for what seemed an eternity, effectively knocking over the Death Eaters and Voldemort, shutting him up before he could finish the spell. "I think not, Mr. Riddle. You will not harm my staff. Severus," he directed at the Potions Master, "it is time for you to show your true loyalty."
The hooded and masked figure Voldemort had been about to curse picked himself up off the ground and broke rank from the fallen Death Eaters. Severus Snape removed his mask as he strode arrogantly through the wards and stood to the immediate right of Dumbledore. Voldemort's eyes bulged out and he was rendered temporarily speechless from anger.
"TRAITOR!!!" screamed Lucius Malfoy as he strode forward and stopped abruptly, slightly bouncing off of the wards as he stepped too close. "How could you - WHY-"
"Really, Lucius, it isn't like you to be this articulate. Could you explain how you really feel? Let it all out." Snape mocked him, and Lucius Malfoy's face turned the same color as his Lord's. "It's simple, really. I took your advice. You know the one you always give Draco. 'Pick the winning team.' Isn't that always what you tell him? Well, he has chosen the winning team, as have I."
Snape turned and addressed Voldemort. "You fool" he snapped. "You have only the most basic knowledge of potions, and you attempt to instruct ME in what potions react with others. I told you time and again the location potion would render null the other, but you wouldn't listen to me. Even Potter knows more about this than you. Hell, even LONGBOTTOM knows more than you." Snape turned, collected himself, and then turned back. "With the amount of successes your 'master plans' have had, it is a wonder that you haven't managed to kill yourself - again- with your own stupidity. I choose the winning side, because there is no way in Hell you can triumph. Plus, who would WANT to live in a world of your making?"
Voldemort stood there in shock, his face a deep maroon. He seemed to be trying to say something, but he couldn't manage to choke out the words. After about ten seconds of the goldfish effect, opening and closing his mouth, he threw up his hands and attempted to turn around. He never made it, though, because Vernon Dursley had to have the last word.
"Hey, Moldywart!" He turned to Dumbledore. "My freak of a nephew calls him that. I could never figure out why, until I saw his face. Damn! Could that thing be any more disgusting! You know, they have a Muggle procedure to remove those. It involves lasers..." he turned back to Voldemort. "As I was saying, listen, asshole, get out of my yard and take your freaky trash with you. If I find out that you have stolen anything, I'll drag your ass to court and sue you for every pound you're worth!"
"You pathetic worm!" Voldemort at last found his voice. "If you weren't cowering behind those magic wards, I'd-"
Wham! Dursley once again slammed his fist through the wards and into Voldemort's face. This time, Voldemort's nose and cheekbone shattered. Dursley grabbed him by the front of his robes, and slammed his face repeatedly into the magical wards.
"This'll -CRACK- teach you -CRACK- to mess with -CRACK- Muggles!!!!!" -CRACK-
"Vernon Dursley that is enough!" Dumbledore stood, with Snape by his side, right behind the angry Muggle. "We have to go now."
"The HELL!!" yelled Dursley, spoiling for a fight, and angry that his plaything / punching bag had been taken away. "This is MY HOUSE! I'm not going anywhere!!"
Snape sneered at him. "Stupid Muggle. Voldemort may be lacking in a few brain cells, more now, that you have knocked the git unconscious, but he is still one of the most powerful wizards in the world AND WHEN HE COMES TO, HE WILL BE INCREDIBLY PISSED OFF." Dursley turned around and stared and the unconscious Dark Lord.
"He doesn't look so tough. I can take him..." Dursley trailed off as he remembered the curse that should have hit him. If it hadn't had been for the wards....
Dumbledore placed a hand on Dursley's shoulder. "Your wife and son have already gone to Hogwarts. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which do you prefer? I can guarantee you that you and your family will be protected." That was the wrong thing to say.
"I can take care of my family!" Dursley rushed into the house, reappearing seconds later with a well oiled Winchester hunting rifle. "Let's see how well magic protects against bullets!" He raised the rifle, cocked it, and sighted at the dumbfounded Death Eaters. Snape rolled his eyes at Dumbledore and sighed.
"Petrificus Totalis." Dursley fell forward, shock frozen into his features. "Mobilicus Corpus." Vernon Dursley floated four feet off the ground, shotgun still in hand. With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore sent Dursley gliding to the front door and through it. As they entered into the house, they heard large pops behind them Running home with their tails between their legs. I'm glad I never have to go back there Snape allowed himself to momentarily sag in relief. With any luck, he would never have to set foot in Voldemort's presence again. Dumbledore and Snape stood in front of the fireplace, Durlsey floating behind them. With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore closed and locked the front door. He threw a pinch of Floo powder into the flames. "Hogwarts School!" he commanded, shoving Dursley through. He and Snape followed immediately after.
Molly and Madam Pomfrey stepped out of the Floo in Dumbledore's office. Dudley and Petunia were just standing there, gaping. Fawkes was sitting on Dudley's outstretched arm, trilling intently. Dudley looked terrified, but Petunia just looked confused.
"Um, mum? What do I do?" Dudley was about to wet himself from fright.
"What's going on, Duddikins? I can't see anything wrong." Molly took charge of the situation, wondering why Petunia couldn't see Fawkes- Of Course! Muggles can't see magical creatures- but then... why can Dudley see Fawkes?
"Molly, a little help?!?" Mrs. Weaseley turned and saw Madam Pomfrey struggling to steer both boys at once. As soon as she pushed one, the other would start to drift in another direction. Molly hurried over and opened the portrait leading directly from Dumbledore's office to the Hospital Wing. The Dursleys just stood there, Petunia still unable to either see or deal with Fawkes. Oh well, Fawkes won't hurt them. They will just have to wait. Molly thought grimly to herself.
"Here. I'll take Harry, and you can worry about Draco." Mrs. Weaseley took control of Draco, and they pushed the boys into Madam Pomfrey's isolation ward. They gently lay the boys on two of the four beds in the ward. Madam Pomfrey walked out of the isolation ward, calling softly over her shoulder "I have to get my spare wand. Young Malfoy better be able to retrieve my other one from wherever he put it..."
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Miles away, in Voldemort's dank and dreary lair, the Death Eaters guide the now revived Dark Lord to his throne. He gratefully sinks down into his chair then shoots straight up. "WHAT THE FUCK????????????" he screams as pink and purple flowers bloom from his now elephant-sized ears. "GET IT OUTTA ME! GET IT OUTTA ME!" he screams over and over, dancing the electric slide in what appears to be a ballerina tutu. After about ten minutes of the Death Eaters playing "rock, paper, scissors" to see who has the GLORIOUS (yeah right!) job of touching Moldywart's ass, Lucius Malfoy is nominated because he has the "most experience in these matters. Tiptoeing cautiously to the now prostrate Dark Lord he puts on a pair of industrial strength rubber gloves. Grimacing in disgust, he pulls what looks to be a long piece of wood from the Dark Lord's rear end.
"What the hell??? Why did he store a wand here- wait, I DON"T wanna KNOW!"
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Back at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey reappeared two minutes later with another wand. She carefully set a magical ward around the unconscious boys to alert her if they woke up or had any problems.
"Come on Molly, the Dursleys have probably blown up Albus's office by now" she sighed, dimming the lights. They walked back through the portrait together.
After they left, a faint glow enveloped the two boys. The beds were pushed together by an invisible force. Draco and Harry reached out at the same time, still asleep, and clasped the other's hand. The boys slept on, both faintly smiling. The glow dimmed and finally went out.
Mrs. Weaseley and Madam Pomfrey walked back into Dumbledore's office just as a petrified Vernon Dursley floated out of the Floo. "VERNON!!!!!!!" screamed Petunia, concern over her son's mental state temporarily forgotten. She turned a murderous gaze on Dumbledore and Snape, who had just stepped, one after the other, out of the fireplace. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM????" she threw herself on Vernon in hysterics. "WAKE UP! Dudley is insane, keeps squawking about some bird, and we are in magic freaksville central! Now WAKE UP!" she shook her husband roughly.
"Finite Incantium." Vernon collapsed to the floor in a heap. Petunia fell with him. Both turned to stare at Snape, who was suddenly occupied with something on the other side of the room. Neither Vernon nor Petunia could understand why everyone was staring at Dudley. Sure, he was holding his arm out in a weird way, and looked terrified, but, there was nothing on his arm, right?
Dumbledore walked over to Dudley and Fawkes. "Fawkes?" called the Headmaster softly. "What is going on? Can Dudley see you?" Fawkes trilled once, a long, pure, sweet note then casually walked up Dudley's arm to his shoulder. "Oh my, sighed the Headmaster. "We have overlooked you, Dudley. It seems that you can do magic. You are a wizard, though probably not a very powerful one." Dumbledore overlooked the fact that Dudley was turning a fiery red.
Dudley turned to his parents, anger and terror radiating off of him. "Mum, dad, what is going on?" He asked calmly. "What have you been hiding from me?" He turned back to Dumbledore, fury coming off of him in waves. His parents were stricken speechless. Neither of them had any idea what was going on.
Dudley took a deep breath, and his mother cringed. Oh no, she thought dully, another tantrum, and Dumbledore is going to kill him... "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?" Dudley screamed at the headmaster. Dumbledore blinked in surprise. "YOU MEAN I AM GOING TO BE A WORTHLESS FREAK LIKE MY PATHETIC COUSIN????????????? I REFUSE! YOU CAN"T MAKE ME! I- AAARRGH!!!!!!!!" He slammed his hand out at Dumbledore, and felt something push from him, from his hand. All of a sudden, Dumbledore's beard burst into flames. Dudley watched, fascinated as Snape conjured a bucket of water and threw it into Headmaster Dumbledore's face. Dudley heard Fawkes trill, and the six adults in the room turned and stared at him, flabbergasted. Suddenly, he felt extremely light headed.
"Oh shit," said Dudley faintly, as he keeled over into unconsciousness. Fawkes flapped to safety as Dudley fell over with a crash, shaking Hogwarts to its very foundations.
"Well, that was interesting, to say the least", said Snape, matter-of- factly. He handed a towel to the now singed and extremely annoyed Professor Dumbledore.
"Indeed." Dumbledore herded the Dursleys out of his office and down into the Great Hall. "We have much to talk about." He glared at Vernon, as the irate man prepared to go into a tirade. "No more yelling!" He commanded, magic flaring. Vernon closed his mouth quickly. "Poppy, would you please put Dudley in the Hospital Wing with his cousin?" He called over his shoulder to the three left in his office. "Thanks."
"Ok," Madam Pomfrey turned to Mrs. Weaseley. "Could you open the portrait again? I'm going to have my hands full." She levitated the 300 plus pounds of Dudley then sent him through the portrait into the Hospital Wing. "You would think," Madam Pomfrey mused, "that I would have fewer patients during the summer months..."
She guided Dudley into the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey laid Dudley down onto one of the beds, then turned and gasped in surprise when she saw Harry and Draco, asleep and holding hands. How did THAT happen? she thought anxiously,and I didn't feel it? The wards didn't go off!
Professor Snape gasped when he saw his godson. "I don't get it. Where the hell are his injuries? Poppy, what happened to him? Even with the potions, it should have taken him several weeks, if not months to heal..." he trailed off, confused and scared. "Tell me," he demanded to Madam Pomfrey. "What happened to him?"
"Sit down, Severus. This is going to take some explaining. The fact is, we don't know what happened. All we know is that he was horribly injured when Harry brought him back to Privet Drive. I was called to treat him by Albus, and even he was worried. I didn't think Draco would make it. As I started to treat him, he started glowing and levitated off the bed. A force field of some sort was created around him, and I couldn't get near him. When I tried to cast a healing spell, the, the only word I can think of is his aura, took ahold of my wand and banished it. He started moaning, and the only distinguishable word was 'Harry'. He started screaming, and Petunia started yelling for her nephew. The weird thing is that Harry was already through the door and in the room as soon as she started to yell; as if he knew he was needed before we even called him. He walked over to Draco and put his hands on Draco's arm. Harry started glowing, too, and the glow centered on Draco. His superficial cuts vanished. It was like nothing I had ever seen." Severus walked over to his godson, and noticed for the first time that Draco was holding onto Harry's hand for dear life.
"Umm... Poppy, why are they holding hands?" He tried to separate them, and a dark green bolt slammed into his chest, knocking him back. "OW! What the hell?"
"That happened earlier, too, except it was Draco that hit me. His aura is a pale blue. Harry's is the dark green. As I was saying, Harry healed him, Severus, and he used his aura to do it. Draco is completely well. He has no internal injuries or broken bones, and his skin grew whole before my eyes. If you don't believe me, ask Albus. He saw it too, and neither of us have any idea what happened."
Severus sat down on the bed holding Draco. He gently smoothed back the blond hair from his forehead. "What the hell are you?" he asked out loud, not really expecting an answer.
"Follow me." Dumbledore instructed the Dursleys, leading them down the hall from his office. They stopped in front of a portrait of a unicorn and a griffin. "Funnel cakes." Dumbledore stated quietly, and the portrait opened, leading into a large suite of rooms. He guided them into the living room, saying over his shoulder "These will be your rooms for the duration of your stay. The Great Hall is down the stairs three floors and to your right." He opened the three doors leading off of the living room to reveal two large bedrooms and an extensive bath. "Pick your room, and Dudley can set up in the other room when he awakens. If you wouldn't mind compiling a list of necessary items, I will send an associate to retrieve a week's worth of necessities from your house while we strengthen the wards and find a way to have the wards extend to protect you at all times." Dumbledore left them at that.
Petunia glanced around in awe. The black leather couches, set in front of a roaring fireplace, with red and silver throws were incredibly luxurious, and looked incredibly expensive. How much money does this school get? We don't pay tuition, so how is this stuff affordable? She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookcase that took up an entire wall and saw a wide assortment of Muggle literature, from the classics like Dickens to current romance and horror novels like Nora Roberts and Stephen King.
"Petunia! You have to see this..." Veron's voice trailed off as he stared at the enormous mahogany bed, with Can it be! Silk sheets! OH my GOD! These people are loaded! he sat down on the mattress, and lay back, sinking into the softest bed he had ever felt. "Hey, Pet, you think we were wrong about magic? I mean... look at this...." She shook her head in amazement. "Oh, I wish I could have gone to school here...."
Dumbledore smiled in grim satisfaction as he listened intently to their conversation.Show them a few perks of being able to transfigure everything and they are sold on magic. Figures. He made a mental note to get that list from them as soon as he could fire chat with them. I wonder how they'll react to seeing my head poke out of their fireplace. he thought with a mental chuckle. Too bad that Creevy kid isn't here with his camera. It would be priceless. Dumbledore continued walking down to the Great Hall.
He entered the Great Hall and sat down in front of the fireplace. "The Dursley's room!" he called softly. Instantly, he could see into their room. He saw Petunia turn, see his head, and scream. PRICELESS! "Sorry, Mrs. Dursley, I was wondering if you had that list ready..." he trailed off, seeming truly apologetic. She nodded, and picked up a piece of paper.
Petunia approached the fireplace. How? "Umm, Professor Dumbledore, how do I hand this to you?"
"Quite simple, my dear." Dumbledore's head disappeared, and his hand reappeared. "Just put it in my hand."
She gingerly put the note into his hand, expecting fully for the paper and her hand to go up in flames. To her astonishment, the fire didn't burn her, but merely tickled.
Dumbledore's face reappeared "Thank you, my dear. Someone will inform you when Dudley awakens." He disappeared from view.
Dumbledore laughed to himself. "The look on her face! Oh my!" Still chuckling, he called Professor Lupin at Grimmauld Place. "Remus!" he called. Instantly the shaggy werewolf's face appeared.
"Yes, Albus? What is it?" Remus turned and looked at something to his left. "Not now, Dung! I'm talking to the Headmaster."
"Actually, this is for both of you. And, before you ask, Harry is fine. He got back in one piece, with Draco Malfoy as well." Remus let out a huge sigh of relief. "However, Death Eaters followed them, and attacked the house on Pirvet Drive. They were counting on the wards failing, which never happened. Vernon Dursley, shall we say, incapacitated Voldemort. He has such a nice right hook-" Remus let out a snort of laughter
"Dursley punched the Dark Lord? How did I miss that?"
"Well, he punched him several times, as well as slammed Voldemort's face against the wards... It was incredible." Dumbledore laughed. "Well, anyway, they can't go back until we figure out how to individually protect them. Voldemort will want to kill Vernon for humiliating him."
Remus sobered up instantly. "What do you need me to do?"
"I would like you and Mundungus to go to the Dursleys and get them whatever is on this list. It will last them for about a week, and if they have to stay longer, we'll deal with that if it happens." Dumbledore handed Remus the letter. Remus accepted it and disappeared. "Oy, Dung!" Dumbledore heard. "Let's go!" Remus reappeared. "Ok, we're off! Bye, Headmaster!"
Dumbledore was about to wish them luck when he heard a great BOOM coming from the Entrance Hall. He got up from kneeling in front of the fire and hurried to the doors, calling upon the wards as he did. He could sense that there were two people standing outside the doors, but, apart from that, he couldn't tell anything about them. He stood in front of the doors and debated opening them. It could be Death Eaters, but Severus would have informed me if Tom had found a way to mask his followers. He stood there, deliberating, when the issue was solved for him. With a mighty crash, the doors sprang open, revealing two hooded and cloaked individuals.
"You'd think those mortals would have some common courtesy to open the door." stated one of the figures to the other. The one that had spoken, a girl, guessed Dumbledore correctly, threw off her cloak to reveal a moderately tall young woman with long, dark brown curls tumbling to her waist. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a blood red tube top with knee high black leather boots. She had multiple piercings, including four in one ear, three in the other, and her tongue. Her companion threw off his cloak to reveal a young man with sandy blond hair about the same age as the woman. He was wearing black fitted pants, a silver button down shirt, and black boots. He had one piercing, his right ear, and it was a silver stud.
"Alanna," chided the young man gently "If you had no idea who was at your door at ten o' clock at night, would you open it?" He hugged her. "Don't worry, we'll find him."
Dumbledore stared at them. "Find who, might I ask?"
"Our brother! Where is he?!" 'Alanna' demanded angrily. "What have you done with him?"
"I haven't the foggiest clue of what you are talking about." Dumbledore shook his head. "Won't you come in? I am sure we can figure this out." The two regally strode into the hall.
"Really, 'Lana, have some manners. The whole ordering mortals around went out with the Dark ages." The young woman hung her head for a moment, then turned impossibly blue eyes up into the young man's dark brown. "Xander, where is he? Why can't we feel him? It was so clear less than two hours ago. Now, nothing!" She turned to Dumbledore. "Please, we know he is here! He was in so much pain, then nothing!"
"She is right, you know. All of our kin have a 'bond' if you will. It alerts us if they are in danger, hurt, or ill. We are the only ones that can successfully treat one of our own. Did someone -gulp- die here?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Not that I know of, and I would know. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of this school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"We know that, Sal and Godric were good friends of ours, once upon a time."
"ALANNA! That was privileged information! telling everyone we meet that is really going to be a problem...." 'Xander' trailed off wearily. Dumbledore's eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
"They were FRIENDS of YOURS! But -wait you kept calling me 'mortal'. Who ARE you? What do you want here?" Dumbledore put two and two together rapidly. The boys' strange auras, the way Harry healed Draco. It began to make some sense, in a completely convoluted way. Harry or Draco or both are like these two, whatever they are. They have to be. It is the only explanation.
I think he figured it out, Xander. Do we kill him now, or later. Who is this Harry? The voice sounded very amused. Draco I can understand, our brother's true name is Draconis. But, there is no demigod or demigoddess that would go by 'Harry'. Much too undignified.
"Come with me. You need to see this, and I am not sure how to show you exactly, except through my memories, but Harry must be like you, as well as Draco. DEMI GOD?" Dumbledore yelped in surprise then led them, at a run, through the Hall and up the stairs. They raced to the Hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey had just walked out of the room to get Severus a glass of water when she heard a soft moan. She hurried over to her patients and discovered that Dudley was beginning to stir. He groggily opened his eyes, wincing in pain.
"Do ya mind? The lights are too bright" complained Dudley as he shielded his light sensitive eyes from the glare. Madam Pomfrey dimmed the lights then walked back out of the room. "Wow, he exclaimed softly, "Did all that really happen? Am I going to have to go to school here? Where are my parents?"
"To answer your questions," Severus Snape said dryly, "Yes it all happened, I sincerely hope not, and your parents have been shown to your quarters in the school. Did I leave anything out?"
"You know, you aren't very nice." Dudley created a ball of fire in his open palm. "I could have gotten to like you, seeing how my asinine cousin always complains that you hate him and all. Its always nice to find someone who enjoys making his life miserable as much as I do, but you are just downright nasty." without warning, the fireball sped towards Snape, and he deflected it with a wave of his wand. It hit the wall and dissipated, leaving a scorch mark.
"Shit! What was that for?" Snape demanded.
"Oops, must have slipped..." Dudley turned and stared at the wall. He created several more when he thought Snape wasn't looking then threw them at the Potions Master. This time, he couldn't deflect them all in a wall in time, and his robes caught fire.
"Sonuvabitch!" Snape screeched angrily as he beat the flames out with a pillow. "All right, punk" he announced grimly "this means WAR". Snape formed a fireball of his own. Dudley stared in shock. Oh shit he thought in terror, as the potions master threw the foot wide ball of flames straight at him. He threw up his hands and a wall of flames encircled him, absorbing the ball. Snape blinked in surprise. I didn't know you could do that he thought to himself, and I have been practicing since I was five!
"Hah!" shouted Dudley triumphantly. "Got ya!"
"Not quite, you little twerp! Take that!" Snape threw a fireball that, when he added a cyclone of air to it, turned into an inferno. "Block this!"
"HELP!!!" screamed Dudley. He threw his arms over his head, and surrounded himself in flames. The cyclone slammed into the panicking Dudley, then rebounded and headed straight for Snape. Snape yelped and dodged it, hitting the floor with a thud. He could only stare, horrified, as the cyclone headed straight for Draco. Just as it was about to hit, Draco's aura flared, absorbing the flames. Snape let out a sigh of relief.
"Now knock it off or I'll curse you!" Snape demanded. Dudley replied by lighting his shoes on fire. Snape snarled in rage, summoning a small wave of water to douse the flames.
"That's it!" he slammed his hand out at Dudley. CRACK. In place of Dudley stood a large pig, which immediately began to run around the room. God, I LOVE wandless magic! He backed the terrified pig into a corner of the room, and raised his right hand. Flames swirled around his fingertips. "Who wants a luau?!" He cried and shot a stream of flame at Dudley.
Dumbledore sprinted into the Hospital Wing, and nearly tripped on the squealing pig. He effectively blocked the fire with a quick spell. "What..., never mind. I do NOT want to know..." He stared in surprise at the scorch marks on the walls. "Did we have a fire? Do I even WANT to know?"
Alanna and Xander stood in the doorway, grinning. "Hey, who's the pyro?" Xander asked casually. Madam Pomfrey and Mrs. Weaseley rushed into the Isolation Room, panting. "Whats happening? Where's the fire?" gasped Mrs. Weaseley. She looked around. "Albus, who are these two?"
"Well, from the looks of things, the fire's out, though how it started is going to have a very interesting answer. My name is Alanna, he is Alexander, Xander for short..."Alanna trailed off. She stared at the two boys on the bed, then studied the blond one. Something clicked. "Xander! It's Draconis!"
"Where... oh. He doesn't look hurt." Xander turned to Dumbledore. "Who healed him so quickly? You do have some explaining to do, Dumbledore."
"Is there a way for you to take thoughts directly out of my head, like Legimency?"
"Of course." Alanna grasped Xander's hand then turned to Dumbledore. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Good, then let us begin." Alanna raised her hand, and a deep purple- blue surrounded it. She gently touched Dumbledore's temple, gently whispering "Don't worry, This won't hurt at all," then closed her eyes. Xander's aura, a bright scarlet, flared around the both of them, and he closed his eyes. Dumbledore stood there for only about three seconds then they released him. "Well, that raises many questions." Alanna stared at Harry in consternation. "How could a mortal harness such power?"
Xander quickly froze Dudley, who had prepared to bolt around the room again. He missed the feral gleam in Snape's eye as he stared hungrily at the pig. Xander asked, in general, "Well, who were his parents? Does anyone know the boy's lineage? That could certainly answer at least some of the questions, and to answer the rest, one only has to look at the boys. Let me guess," he turned and addressed Mrs. Weaseley and Professor Snape, "these two have been at each others throats. They hate each other, but cannot leave each other alone. They are always trying to show the other up, and they don't know exactly why they hate each other, but they just do." Everyone in the room found themselves nodding with the statements. Why did they hate each other, really? It couldn't be for the stupid reason of 'he insulted my friend'. That was just moronic.
"Alanna, they remind me of us, before we found out."
Alanna turned to Xander. "You aren't serious. That's insane. They can't be- No. He's mortal."
"So? He's stronger than most of us immortals. He healed Draconis BY HIMSELF. There is only one bond that can do that. YOU KNOW THIS."
"But, Mother would never allow this to happen. It'll break him."
"Excuse us," Mrs. Weaseley stood in front of them, her hands on her hips. "Could you please clue us mortals in? Some of us are really lost here."
"It's simple, really. They are soul mates."
A/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To everyone who has reviewed, thank you. I am changing my category, from horror to humor, cuz this story will be funny.... I redid the second chapter, and added some more. I accidentally uploaded the chapter without it being beta'd (my sister is so cool!) as she finally beta'd it about ten minutes ago. She found some mistakes... that all of you have found by now, I bet! She came up with the new part about Voldimort having Pomfrey's wand in an interesting place.... THANK YOU, ANNIE!!!!!!!!!
To starlit night, what was clichéd? I had everyone in stitches over here! Ok, for a horror story, it isn't going to be that great. Lots of bad stuff is going to happen, but when it happens to MoldyWart and his gang of losers, it's just going to be funny! Lets say this will be humor with horror.... I can't think of a better classification for this. Oh, and the stuff will be explained, just cannot be explained by Dumbledore, and the two boys have no frigging clue what is happening to him.
To Kearie- thanks.... Im glad you think it has potential. You know, to think this was just a weird dream I had and had to write it down....
To DK Stories, Nemati, donna, Kairi099, and Icy Panther- thanks for the encouragement, and the third chapter will be up as soon as I write it....