Standard disclaimers apply, as per usual.
Don't have much to say this morning, apart from maybe that my nocturnal habits are getting worse, it's 5:30 in the morning, and I've been awake since about 7 yesterday evening. I don't think this is healthy you know.
Harry Potter and the Disc.
Shortly after introducing them to their guardian, death decided that they must be tired. And demanded they slept, he took them to a bedroom. Also decorated in black, grey and purple like the rest of deaths house. Harry decided that the place was very odd; it had everything you would expect from a home, right down to the hairbrushes on the dressing table. But why would death need a hairbrush?
They entered the bedroom they noticed the immediate problem. "Why is there only one bed?" Draco growled annoyed.
"IT FOR YOU TO SHARE. DUMBLEDORE INFORMED ME OF YOUR SITUATION."
Draco spluttered "our situation? What is…" Harry cut him off
"Thank you very much it looks very comfortable."
Death eyed Draco curiously "VERY WELL. SLEEP WELL. YOU WILL FIND NIGHT SHIRTS IN THAT DRAW."
Death left them, and Pakhet trotted over to the bed jumped up and made herself comfortable. Draco rounded on Harry; intent on murder "What was that about Potter? How dare you interrupt me?" he spat with venom
"Calm down Malfoy, I don't know what's going on either. But I thought it best to just go along with it. And stop being such a prat, 'how dare I interrupt you?' what are you on about? Any way you owe me an explanation as to why you're here."
Draco looked momentarily stumped, "I don't owe you anything Potter" he responded scathingly
"Can you be civil just for once in your life? And stop thinking about yourself for once?!"
Draco glared, Harry shook his head, and wandered over to the bed, and flopped down next to the cat. Pakhet looked slight disgruntled by Harry jogging the bed, but soon forgave him when he stroked her head. He heard Draco shift, "sorry Harry" he mumbled
If it were possible to die of shock, that's what Harry would have done. He sat up and raised an eyebrow at the blonde boy, "don't worry it's not important," he heard himself say. And proceeded to slump back down on the bed, once again annoying the cat. Feeling himself begin to doze off, Harry pulled himself up, and stumbled his way to the draw death had indicated had nightshirts. Draco hadn't moved, Harry eyed him warily. "You not tired?"
"Very." Draco responded.
"Then maybe you should go to sleep, like I intend to do."
"What? And share a bed with you. I don't think so potter."
"Do you really have any other choice? I'm not sleeping on the floor, and heaven forbid you would. I'll keep to my side you keep to yours, deal? And can we try and be civil to one another? All this arguing bores me."
Harry felt himself grow annoyed at Malfoys odd behaviour; normally you couldn't get him to shut up if it meant he could be nasty. Although Harry did admit in the school year he had left them alone. But seriously this lack of communication was just plain weird. Just looking at him now, he just looked completely lost. It made Harry feel very uncomfortable, he sighed. "Alright Malfoy?"
It appeared the Slytherin had gathered himself from whatever he'd been lost in, and looked up sharply. "Very well potter, truce. And as for my accompanying you, I'll tell you in my own time." with that he went to get his own nightshirt.
Internally Harry shrugged, 'I suppose that'll do for now.' Not really caring about Malfoy presence, he changed and slid into the bed. Removing his glasses he turned and lay on his side. He heard Draco shuffling around and felt him too slide in. Pakhet realising she could not stay where she was and padded up to the top of the bed, and stretched out between them.
Before he knew it he was being shaken awake, "Wha?" he mumbled sleepily
"Harry we have to get up, death said we have to go soon." Draco whispered.
Groaning he wrenched himself from the warm comfortable bed, noticing neither the use of his first name nor the longing gaze of the blonde boy behind him.
They dressed in silence, Pakhet sitting on the bed watching, while swishing her tail in annoyance. The door slid open and death entered, he nodded at them "COME ON IT'S TIME TO LEAVE."
They followed the great figure out of the dark cottage and to the stables, where the great white stallion stood outside saddled and ready to go. Pakhet flapped her wings and rose to the air, to land on the horse's head, where she sat looking smug in a way that cats do. Having the mounted the animal themselves, the horse took to the air once again, making Harry feel apprehensive. 'Well,' he thought 'here goes nothing.'
It is a known fact in the Discworld, that witches do not have leaders, Granny Weatherwax was one of the most respected leaders they didn't have. She sat in her wicker chair, listening to the sounds of Nanny Ogg and Evelynn moving around her kitchen. She sat up, "They're here." She said simply
This Albus Dumbledore had not really told her about the people they were due to receive, which annoyed Granny greatly. Although she would never have admitted it, Granny was not the sort of person to ever admit not knowing everything. And she could not understand why the man had asked her to go with these wizards, why not just go to the unseen university? But then they were a bunch of dithering fools, so it hardly surprised her he did not wish the boys to be in their care. Granny was aware of the entire situation, had refused to meddle in the situation. But now due to some persuasion from her fellow witches she felt determined to go. This Voldermort though sounded like he needed a good clip round the ear if you asked her. Trust a wizard to get carried away with power like that, mass genocide. Even black Alice wouldn't have gone that far. All this secrecy with magic though, not letting non-magical people know what you were. What was the good of being a witch if people didn't know that's what you were? Where was the respect that the pointy hat commanded? But in this world it seemed there was a far greater number of magical folk, this school bothered her the most, witches and wizards being taught together? Madness. Getting up she walk out of her cottage through the back door, witches generally as a rule never used front doors. Both Gytha and Evelynn followed. The sight of death greeted them on his great white horse Binky; it was known fact that on the disc death came personally for witches and wizards. Odd that he was not there for usual business. Granny studied the two boys, one with messy black hair (which in granny's opinion could do with a good cutting let alone brush) and glasses, the other a sharp-featured boy with blonde hair. "MITRESS WEATHERWAX I HOPE YOU ARE WELL?" death addressed her, having dismounted the horse.
She nodded "Clearly." She said in a brisk tone
Death himself nodded and helped the two boys down, "THIS IS HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY THE TWO BOYS ALBUS DUMBLEDORE REQUESTED I BRING TO YOU. NOW PRESSING MATTERS AWAIT ME. IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME. DRACO. HARRY. MISTRESS WEATHERWAX. MRS OGG. MISS TAYLOR." And with that death had gone.
Right am to lazy to write any more, and I want to get this chapter up
Hope you like, just to warn you, it'll be even longer getting the next one up, as my computer is sick and slowly dying on me.
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