Me Again. Come on people, only 2 reviews last chapter! I need a bit more
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Sorry for the delay, but with Hurricane Isabel and school, I've had little time.
THE WORDS OF A GARGOYLE
Leto Stormrage. Leto Stormrage. That's all Harry heard about these days. "Leto can Phase Shift! Leto can control snakes! Leto's ancestors were Druids! Leto beat Lupin in a duel." That last one had Harry furious. Lupin had almost beaten Leto. If it wasn't for the snakes and then McGonnagal. To make matters worse, Leto had decided to sit with he, Ron, and Hermione at the Dining Hall. Harry didn't feel any better knowing that Quidditch season was coming around. He was sure that Leto would join the team to try to steal his flame.
"Hello." Harry heard the voice he hated most. Worse than Snape, worse than Pettigrew. Leto had decided that he would dine with his friends, making it impossible for Harry ever to ignore Leto. Between Ron's questions and Hermione's drooling, the once speak-about-everything lunch had become let's-talk-to-Leto lunch.
"Can you teach me to speak Parseltounge, Leto?" Ron asked.
"It's not taught, Ron. You either know it, or you don't." Hermione snuffed. "Are you going to try out for Quidditch, Leto?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"No, I don't think so." Leto said.
"Why not? It'd be bloody great to have you on the team, wouldn't Harry?" Ron said.
Harry just grunted.
"Actually, I'm not to great with a broom. Better with a sword." Leto admitted.
"So you'll be in the dueling club Lupin's starting up." Hermione asked.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Leto said smiling.
There was a silence for a minute or so; until Leto broke it. "Your looking very nice today, Hermione." Hermione began to blush insanely. Ron started to laugh, food falling from his mouth.
"Look it, Hermione's turning pink!" Ron laughed.
"I am not!" Hermione scowled. She grabbed her books off the table and left in a fuss. Leto and Harry stared after her as she left.
"I didn't mean to offend-" started Leto, but Ron raised his hand to cut him off.
"Don't worry about her. She likes you." Harry was sick of it. He got his books and left.
"Harry, where are you going?" Ron asked.
"I want to be early to class!" Harry muttered.
"Potions?" Ron asked doubtingly.
"Yes!" Harry screamed as he left the dining hall.
Leto and Ron stared at each other for a long time before Leto said, "Let me guess.he likes me too?"
Harry had an awful day. Absolutely awful. His friends were now spending more time with Leto than with him. He felt as if he had been pushed aside, ignored. He felt the same as he had with the Dursleys. Damn Leto! This was all his fault! If he had just stayed in the U.S., Hermione wouldn't be liking Leto, she'd like him!
"What the hell?" Harry muttered. That was not a healthy thought. Was he really jealous enough of Leto to stoop to the idea of liking Hermione. Yet Harry knew his feelings for Hermione had changed over the summer. They were not what he wanted them to be. He felt different for Hermione.
"It's just a crush.like Cho." Harry muttered. "I'll get over it."
At that point, Ron, Leto, Dean, and Seamus burst in the common room laughing uncontrollably. Ron fell onto the couch in a fit, while Dean and Seamus rolled on the floor. Leto leaned up against a wall, trying to hold himself up.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked glumly.
"Harry! You should have been there!" Ron gasped out before laughing again.
There was a long pause as they continued to laugh. Harry was getting sick of this.
"Well?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Malfoy was teasing Ginny Weasley in the hall again." Seamus explained.
"Ginny starts crying and runs to Ron. Ron gets that look he gets." Dean chokes out.
"What look? I don't have a look!" Ron said, breaking the moment.
"Yes you do!" Seamus screamed hysterically, sitting up. "It's this one!" Seamus flared his face up, making his ears go red. Ron, Dean, and Seamus fell again in laughter. Leto collapsed from the wall, laughing hard.
"So far the story isn't funny, guys." Harry said indignantly.
"Wait, wait. So Ron gets up to crack Malfoy's skull, right?" Dean says. "Leto holds him back. He tells Ron to let him get it." Dean started giggling again.
"So, I do." Ron said. "Leto sneaks up behind Malfoy. A black mist comes out of his hand, and 'poof', Malfoy's a beetle!" Ron said laughing.
"Wow." Harry muttered.
"No, no! It gets better!" Seamus said. "Leto then puts him in a bottle and covers it with a handkerchief so Draco can't see. Then he runs and puts it on Snape's desk!" Seamus grinned.
"We wait for hide and wait for Snape to enter. He does, and he just completely ignores the cloth-covered bottle on his desk. We're looking in through a crack in the wall. So, he finally gets curious and removes the handkerchief." Ron couldn't contain the laughter.
"And?" Harry asked.
"The second he does, Malfoy starts turning back! He breaks through the bottle and.the weight breaks Snape's desk!" Dean said breaking into a fit of laughter.
"Just like a card house!" Leto said, smiling. Harry forced a smile at him.
"Leto and me ran straight back here, and Seamus, Dean and Neville ran back a different way." Ron said.
"Then where's Neville?" Harry asked.
"He hid behind some Gargoyle and the way back, couldn't run fast enough. He should be here any minute." Dean said.
Just as he said that, Neville came bursting in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Neville, what took you so long?" Leto asked.
Neville was as pale as a ghost. His eyes where wide open. He was gasping heavily.
"What Neville, did Snape find you? Did you tell him anything?" Ron asked.
"Gargoyle..a..a..alive."Neville moaned.
"What?" Leto asked.
Just then the window shattered as a large, bat like creature broke through the window and part of the wall. The monster stood seven feet tall. He had leathery wings on his long, strong arms. These arms ended in wicked claws. The bat like face had two large, red eyes. The creature's skin seemed enough like skin, but it was pale gray and it radiated a coldness.
"Holy sh-" Leto prepared to fight, grabbing a sword from a monument on the wall. But before he could even finish, the Gargoyle picked up a stone from the destroyed wall and hurled it Leto. The stone the size of a watermelon hit Leto square in the head, knocking him unconscious. The creature laughed a high pitched shrill.
"Damn! Now what do we do?" asked Ron.
Harry took the sword from Leto's hand. He charged the Gargoyle, screaming. The adrenaline rush was intense. Harry swung the sword and slashed the Gargoyle in the face. The sound of the sword was beautiful as it moved, almost as a Phoenix's song. Harry marveled at the sword. It was light and durable. It felt the most natural thing in the world. But the creature did not bleed. In fact it showed no pain. Sparks flew from the sword. It was trying to take down a castle.
The creature laughed at Harry. It swung a clawed arm, Harry barely dodged it. Neville and Ron rushed to Leto while Seamus and Dean cheered Harry on.
"There must be something we can do!" cried Seamus.
"Try a spell on it, Seamus." Said Dean. "It might blow up!"
"Shut up, Dean!" yelled Seamus.
Harry ran from the creature, swinging at it, trying to find a weak spot. Every time he struck he only hit stone. Harry dodge chairs and bookcases. The creature merely flipped them over to get to Harry. Harry finally was pinned at against a wall. The creature smiled a toothy grin. Harry felt the color drain from his face.
"So this is the end?" Harry thought. "Not by Voldemort or Dementors, but by a giant bat?" Harry held up the sword, but the Gargoyle laughed. It then spoke it a raspy, grimy voice.
"That sword will only help the heir, Harry Potter. It's just a sword to you." It raised its claw to strike. A booming voice was heard from behind the Gargoyle.
"SOLARIS!" There was a bright white flash, so bright Harry had to close his eyes. When he opened them the Gargoyle was still there. But it wasn't attacking. It wasn't drooling or moving. It wasn't even breathing. It was made of stone!
Harry looked over the monsters shoulder to see Leto. His hand was still pointed at the beast. There was a large cut on his head, and blood was pouring down his face. He was panting.
Harry felt enormous gratitude. Wait.no, not gratitude. He couldn't actually feel anything positive about Leto, could he? Well, Leto had just saved his life. He couldn't be all bad, could he?
"You did it, Leto!" Neville cheered. Suddenly Harry remembered why he hated Leto.
"No, I didn't. It's still alive. It will only be that way for a little while. Harry's gonna have to finish him off." Leto said. Harry's eyes widened.
"Me?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." Said Leto. "I don't have any weapons or spells to break Gargoyle armor. That sword looks like it could, though." Leto said, wiping the blood out of his eyes. "It looks like.well I've never seen anything like it."
"I can't cut through it, Leto. You heard the Gargoyle. Only the heir can use it." Harry said.
"Heir to what?" Ron asked.
"Who knows?" Leto said. "But it's worth a shot, Harry. Just concentrate."
Harry pulled back his sword. Over his head like a baseball bat.
"Feel the sword, Harry." Leto muttered.
Harry swung as hard as he could. He hoped with all of his might the sword would go through. He envisioned it going through the Gargoyle. And it did. He hit the Gargoyle at the neck, and it shattered like glass. The head fell from the Gargoyle as Harry followed through with his swing. The great statue fell over, and the body shattered on the ground like cement that was too sanded down. Leto stopped the head, catching it before it shattered with his powers. He placed it on a still standing table.
"Good form, Harry." Leto smiled, blood dripping onto his robes.
"Thanks." Harry smiled back. Leto wasn't so bad after all.
"You did it, Harry! You killed it!" Neville yelled.
"No, we did." Harry said. Leto laughed and kicked a piece of the statue.
At that point Hermione, Dumbledore and McGonnagall burst through the door.
"What's all the-" McGonnagal started, but lost her breath as she stared at the the room. "Boys-" she gasped. "Did you-"
Neville cut her off. "It was awful, Professor! This big Gargoyle jumped through the wall and picked up a big rock and through it at Leto! It knocked him out! Then Harry grabbed that sword and fought with it, but he couldn't cut it! Finally Ron and I woke Leto up and Leto used this light thing on the Gargoyle and it turned to Stone! Then Harry cut it' head off! There's the head on the table!" Neville finally took a breath, having told the entire story without pause.
"Easy mate, we don't need you passing out too." Ron said.
"Leto, your face!" Hermione screamed as she ran to Leto with a handkerchief. Harry didn't like it, but he knew he couldn't hold Hermione's attraction against him. After all, it wasn't his fault. She cleaned it as Leto laughed.
"Don't worry, my family is made of druids, remember?" He smiled as the cut quickly healed itself.
"Ron," Harry asked. "What else is he?" Harry was just amazed at all of Leto's secrets.
Ron whispered, "Druid. Old Irish wizards. Said to be able to heal themselves from battle wounds."
"Well." Dumbledore said. "I think that's enough excitement for tonight. Mr. Potter, Mr. Stormrage, if you two would please head to see Ms. Pompey? I know, Leto, but I'd feel better if you went anyway." Dumbledore said before he even looked at Leto. Leto smiled and started to leave.
"Can Hermione come with me? Just for safety, I mean." Hermione blushed wildly again, and Harry scowled inside.
"Of course, Mr. Stormrage." Dumbledore smiled and winked. Hermione left holding Leto's hand.
Harry walked by Dumbledore, and decided he would ask about the sword.
"Professor, the Gargoyle said that the sword-" but Dumbledore stopped him.
"You may keep the sword with you for know, Harry. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Dumbledore shooed him off.
Harry frowned as he left. He was confused.about his feelings for Hermione, about what the Gargoyle said, about the sword, about Leto.about everything really. As he walked to the clinic, he saw Leto and Hermione waiting for him.
"Hey, Harry!" Leto called. "Come walk with us."
Harry was reluctant at first, but smiled and said "Sure." He jogged up beside Leto.
"Thanks for your help back there, Leto. I couldn't have done it without you." Harry said.
"Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" Leto said, smiling.
"Yeah.yeah they are." Said Harry.
Leto put his arm on the shoulder of Harry and the other around Hermione. "Well, it's been a while since I had friends." Leto said. "It's a good change." Harry smiled, still pondering what the Gargoyle told him.
"That sword will only help the heir, Harry Potter."
What did it mean?
Well, that's it. I won't be writing another chapter until I have at least 15 reviews, so tell your friends to read. Keep on hunting.
Demon Hunter.
That being said, thank you to those loyal to the fic. Your reviews are much appreciated, and please feel free to offer any suggestions or ideas.
Sorry for the delay, but with Hurricane Isabel and school, I've had little time.
THE WORDS OF A GARGOYLE
Leto Stormrage. Leto Stormrage. That's all Harry heard about these days. "Leto can Phase Shift! Leto can control snakes! Leto's ancestors were Druids! Leto beat Lupin in a duel." That last one had Harry furious. Lupin had almost beaten Leto. If it wasn't for the snakes and then McGonnagal. To make matters worse, Leto had decided to sit with he, Ron, and Hermione at the Dining Hall. Harry didn't feel any better knowing that Quidditch season was coming around. He was sure that Leto would join the team to try to steal his flame.
"Hello." Harry heard the voice he hated most. Worse than Snape, worse than Pettigrew. Leto had decided that he would dine with his friends, making it impossible for Harry ever to ignore Leto. Between Ron's questions and Hermione's drooling, the once speak-about-everything lunch had become let's-talk-to-Leto lunch.
"Can you teach me to speak Parseltounge, Leto?" Ron asked.
"It's not taught, Ron. You either know it, or you don't." Hermione snuffed. "Are you going to try out for Quidditch, Leto?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"No, I don't think so." Leto said.
"Why not? It'd be bloody great to have you on the team, wouldn't Harry?" Ron said.
Harry just grunted.
"Actually, I'm not to great with a broom. Better with a sword." Leto admitted.
"So you'll be in the dueling club Lupin's starting up." Hermione asked.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Leto said smiling.
There was a silence for a minute or so; until Leto broke it. "Your looking very nice today, Hermione." Hermione began to blush insanely. Ron started to laugh, food falling from his mouth.
"Look it, Hermione's turning pink!" Ron laughed.
"I am not!" Hermione scowled. She grabbed her books off the table and left in a fuss. Leto and Harry stared after her as she left.
"I didn't mean to offend-" started Leto, but Ron raised his hand to cut him off.
"Don't worry about her. She likes you." Harry was sick of it. He got his books and left.
"Harry, where are you going?" Ron asked.
"I want to be early to class!" Harry muttered.
"Potions?" Ron asked doubtingly.
"Yes!" Harry screamed as he left the dining hall.
Leto and Ron stared at each other for a long time before Leto said, "Let me guess.he likes me too?"
Harry had an awful day. Absolutely awful. His friends were now spending more time with Leto than with him. He felt as if he had been pushed aside, ignored. He felt the same as he had with the Dursleys. Damn Leto! This was all his fault! If he had just stayed in the U.S., Hermione wouldn't be liking Leto, she'd like him!
"What the hell?" Harry muttered. That was not a healthy thought. Was he really jealous enough of Leto to stoop to the idea of liking Hermione. Yet Harry knew his feelings for Hermione had changed over the summer. They were not what he wanted them to be. He felt different for Hermione.
"It's just a crush.like Cho." Harry muttered. "I'll get over it."
At that point, Ron, Leto, Dean, and Seamus burst in the common room laughing uncontrollably. Ron fell onto the couch in a fit, while Dean and Seamus rolled on the floor. Leto leaned up against a wall, trying to hold himself up.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked glumly.
"Harry! You should have been there!" Ron gasped out before laughing again.
There was a long pause as they continued to laugh. Harry was getting sick of this.
"Well?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Malfoy was teasing Ginny Weasley in the hall again." Seamus explained.
"Ginny starts crying and runs to Ron. Ron gets that look he gets." Dean chokes out.
"What look? I don't have a look!" Ron said, breaking the moment.
"Yes you do!" Seamus screamed hysterically, sitting up. "It's this one!" Seamus flared his face up, making his ears go red. Ron, Dean, and Seamus fell again in laughter. Leto collapsed from the wall, laughing hard.
"So far the story isn't funny, guys." Harry said indignantly.
"Wait, wait. So Ron gets up to crack Malfoy's skull, right?" Dean says. "Leto holds him back. He tells Ron to let him get it." Dean started giggling again.
"So, I do." Ron said. "Leto sneaks up behind Malfoy. A black mist comes out of his hand, and 'poof', Malfoy's a beetle!" Ron said laughing.
"Wow." Harry muttered.
"No, no! It gets better!" Seamus said. "Leto then puts him in a bottle and covers it with a handkerchief so Draco can't see. Then he runs and puts it on Snape's desk!" Seamus grinned.
"We wait for hide and wait for Snape to enter. He does, and he just completely ignores the cloth-covered bottle on his desk. We're looking in through a crack in the wall. So, he finally gets curious and removes the handkerchief." Ron couldn't contain the laughter.
"And?" Harry asked.
"The second he does, Malfoy starts turning back! He breaks through the bottle and.the weight breaks Snape's desk!" Dean said breaking into a fit of laughter.
"Just like a card house!" Leto said, smiling. Harry forced a smile at him.
"Leto and me ran straight back here, and Seamus, Dean and Neville ran back a different way." Ron said.
"Then where's Neville?" Harry asked.
"He hid behind some Gargoyle and the way back, couldn't run fast enough. He should be here any minute." Dean said.
Just as he said that, Neville came bursting in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Neville, what took you so long?" Leto asked.
Neville was as pale as a ghost. His eyes where wide open. He was gasping heavily.
"What Neville, did Snape find you? Did you tell him anything?" Ron asked.
"Gargoyle..a..a..alive."Neville moaned.
"What?" Leto asked.
Just then the window shattered as a large, bat like creature broke through the window and part of the wall. The monster stood seven feet tall. He had leathery wings on his long, strong arms. These arms ended in wicked claws. The bat like face had two large, red eyes. The creature's skin seemed enough like skin, but it was pale gray and it radiated a coldness.
"Holy sh-" Leto prepared to fight, grabbing a sword from a monument on the wall. But before he could even finish, the Gargoyle picked up a stone from the destroyed wall and hurled it Leto. The stone the size of a watermelon hit Leto square in the head, knocking him unconscious. The creature laughed a high pitched shrill.
"Damn! Now what do we do?" asked Ron.
Harry took the sword from Leto's hand. He charged the Gargoyle, screaming. The adrenaline rush was intense. Harry swung the sword and slashed the Gargoyle in the face. The sound of the sword was beautiful as it moved, almost as a Phoenix's song. Harry marveled at the sword. It was light and durable. It felt the most natural thing in the world. But the creature did not bleed. In fact it showed no pain. Sparks flew from the sword. It was trying to take down a castle.
The creature laughed at Harry. It swung a clawed arm, Harry barely dodged it. Neville and Ron rushed to Leto while Seamus and Dean cheered Harry on.
"There must be something we can do!" cried Seamus.
"Try a spell on it, Seamus." Said Dean. "It might blow up!"
"Shut up, Dean!" yelled Seamus.
Harry ran from the creature, swinging at it, trying to find a weak spot. Every time he struck he only hit stone. Harry dodge chairs and bookcases. The creature merely flipped them over to get to Harry. Harry finally was pinned at against a wall. The creature smiled a toothy grin. Harry felt the color drain from his face.
"So this is the end?" Harry thought. "Not by Voldemort or Dementors, but by a giant bat?" Harry held up the sword, but the Gargoyle laughed. It then spoke it a raspy, grimy voice.
"That sword will only help the heir, Harry Potter. It's just a sword to you." It raised its claw to strike. A booming voice was heard from behind the Gargoyle.
"SOLARIS!" There was a bright white flash, so bright Harry had to close his eyes. When he opened them the Gargoyle was still there. But it wasn't attacking. It wasn't drooling or moving. It wasn't even breathing. It was made of stone!
Harry looked over the monsters shoulder to see Leto. His hand was still pointed at the beast. There was a large cut on his head, and blood was pouring down his face. He was panting.
Harry felt enormous gratitude. Wait.no, not gratitude. He couldn't actually feel anything positive about Leto, could he? Well, Leto had just saved his life. He couldn't be all bad, could he?
"You did it, Leto!" Neville cheered. Suddenly Harry remembered why he hated Leto.
"No, I didn't. It's still alive. It will only be that way for a little while. Harry's gonna have to finish him off." Leto said. Harry's eyes widened.
"Me?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." Said Leto. "I don't have any weapons or spells to break Gargoyle armor. That sword looks like it could, though." Leto said, wiping the blood out of his eyes. "It looks like.well I've never seen anything like it."
"I can't cut through it, Leto. You heard the Gargoyle. Only the heir can use it." Harry said.
"Heir to what?" Ron asked.
"Who knows?" Leto said. "But it's worth a shot, Harry. Just concentrate."
Harry pulled back his sword. Over his head like a baseball bat.
"Feel the sword, Harry." Leto muttered.
Harry swung as hard as he could. He hoped with all of his might the sword would go through. He envisioned it going through the Gargoyle. And it did. He hit the Gargoyle at the neck, and it shattered like glass. The head fell from the Gargoyle as Harry followed through with his swing. The great statue fell over, and the body shattered on the ground like cement that was too sanded down. Leto stopped the head, catching it before it shattered with his powers. He placed it on a still standing table.
"Good form, Harry." Leto smiled, blood dripping onto his robes.
"Thanks." Harry smiled back. Leto wasn't so bad after all.
"You did it, Harry! You killed it!" Neville yelled.
"No, we did." Harry said. Leto laughed and kicked a piece of the statue.
At that point Hermione, Dumbledore and McGonnagall burst through the door.
"What's all the-" McGonnagal started, but lost her breath as she stared at the the room. "Boys-" she gasped. "Did you-"
Neville cut her off. "It was awful, Professor! This big Gargoyle jumped through the wall and picked up a big rock and through it at Leto! It knocked him out! Then Harry grabbed that sword and fought with it, but he couldn't cut it! Finally Ron and I woke Leto up and Leto used this light thing on the Gargoyle and it turned to Stone! Then Harry cut it' head off! There's the head on the table!" Neville finally took a breath, having told the entire story without pause.
"Easy mate, we don't need you passing out too." Ron said.
"Leto, your face!" Hermione screamed as she ran to Leto with a handkerchief. Harry didn't like it, but he knew he couldn't hold Hermione's attraction against him. After all, it wasn't his fault. She cleaned it as Leto laughed.
"Don't worry, my family is made of druids, remember?" He smiled as the cut quickly healed itself.
"Ron," Harry asked. "What else is he?" Harry was just amazed at all of Leto's secrets.
Ron whispered, "Druid. Old Irish wizards. Said to be able to heal themselves from battle wounds."
"Well." Dumbledore said. "I think that's enough excitement for tonight. Mr. Potter, Mr. Stormrage, if you two would please head to see Ms. Pompey? I know, Leto, but I'd feel better if you went anyway." Dumbledore said before he even looked at Leto. Leto smiled and started to leave.
"Can Hermione come with me? Just for safety, I mean." Hermione blushed wildly again, and Harry scowled inside.
"Of course, Mr. Stormrage." Dumbledore smiled and winked. Hermione left holding Leto's hand.
Harry walked by Dumbledore, and decided he would ask about the sword.
"Professor, the Gargoyle said that the sword-" but Dumbledore stopped him.
"You may keep the sword with you for know, Harry. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Dumbledore shooed him off.
Harry frowned as he left. He was confused.about his feelings for Hermione, about what the Gargoyle said, about the sword, about Leto.about everything really. As he walked to the clinic, he saw Leto and Hermione waiting for him.
"Hey, Harry!" Leto called. "Come walk with us."
Harry was reluctant at first, but smiled and said "Sure." He jogged up beside Leto.
"Thanks for your help back there, Leto. I couldn't have done it without you." Harry said.
"Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" Leto said, smiling.
"Yeah.yeah they are." Said Harry.
Leto put his arm on the shoulder of Harry and the other around Hermione. "Well, it's been a while since I had friends." Leto said. "It's a good change." Harry smiled, still pondering what the Gargoyle told him.
"That sword will only help the heir, Harry Potter."
What did it mean?
Well, that's it. I won't be writing another chapter until I have at least 15 reviews, so tell your friends to read. Keep on hunting.
Demon Hunter.