Chapter 24
Requirements of Requests
AN:
HI! Another chapter up...
I should really stop waiting until the last moment to update...
I should also stop watching Charmed and write the ANs...
I dont' own Harry Potter.
Story now...
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Harry and Ron were walking out of the school to go to the Quidditch Pitch when Harry suddenly turned around and said venomously to a painting of a forest landscape, "Phineas! Stop bloody following me around. You've been doing it for the past week! I'd be deaf if I couldn't hear you muttering about my stupidity and what not."
Phineas Black, former headmaster of Hogwarts, sullenly came into the view of the painting as Ron watched on in amazement; "Yes well, you do seem to get yourself into big messes don't you? It's my job as former headmaster to make sure you don't drag any more people into your… adventures."
"For your information, those adventures always seem to find me, I do not seek them out," Harry spat.
"What about that last one in the Department of Mysteries? You got my Great-Grandson killed," the painting retorted.
Harry shrank back defensibly, "I didn't."
"Oh so you didn't go to the department of mysteries without checking with someone rather than a deranged house-elf who hated his master," Phineas asked angrily, mad that one of the only 'good' decedents he had was now dead and Black Manor was out of the Black's hands.
"Oh and you've never made a mistake in your life?" Ron stepped in, finally over his shock of finding out a painting had been following them.
"Of course I did, just none which resulted in the death of someone," the former Slytherin Headmaster said scornfully.
"Where you in any situation like Harry's?" Ron demanded as Harry's eyes took on a haunted look.
"No, I managed to stay out of those situations. The best action to protect is to prevent," Phineas said. "And I never was in a situation which caused the deaths of family, or near family in my decedent's case. Are you going to cause the deaths of those Muggles you are living with, next?"
"Shut the hell up," Harry said quietly. "You don't know. You can't possibly know. Shut up."
"So the Ickle-Boy-Who-Lived is throwing a temper tantrum now? Because someone is trying to prevent the deaths of the people around him?" Phineas taunted.
"Leave me alone," Harry demanded. "If I catch you following me again I'm going to burn your portrait here leaving you stranded at Headquarters."
"Like that scares me," Phineas puffed as Harry walked away, Ron following close behind.
"Just ignore the git," Ron said to Harry as they entered the Gryffindor changing rooms. "He doesn't know anything."
"He knew more than I did," Harry muttered darkly.
"That doesn't mean he knows anything now," Ron said shrugging his Quidditch robes on. "You'd never put someone into danger voluntarily. Hell you tried to keep us here last year."
"And you all got hurt," Harry reminded him. "Neville and I were the only ones who could walk away without help."
"Urg," Ron said shivering at the memory. "I think my boggart would turn into brains with tentacles now. But still, considering we were a bunch of fifth and forth years taking on a good many more Death Eaters than us, we held our own."
"At the price of my godfather's life," Harry said darkly.
Ron stayed silent not knowing what to say.
Meanwhile Phineas was walking through portraits until he reached the Room-of-Requirement where Dumbledore was about to have a meeting with that know-it-all Muggle-born girl. Annoying one that one, almost as annoying as his decedent's portrait that screamed at the slightest hint of noise. Didn't the bloody woman know that her shouting only caused more noise? Blood-traitors indeed… the people she was calling blood-traitors couldn't possibly be, do to the fact that they had always sided with muggle-rights-activists so they weren't going against family traditions. Traditional "Light" and "Dark" families didn't usually intermarry, which was why there were so few pureblood "light" wizards left. The dark families had eradicated most of the light families in the wars while the light families left the 'innocent' members of the dark families be.
"Ah Phineas, what are you doing here?" asked the hundred-something Light pureblood wizard breaking the portrait from his thoughts. "Were you not on an errand for me?"
"I believe he knows that I have been following him," Phineas said dryly showing as little respect for the current headmaster as possible.
"And on what do you base your beliefs?" Dumbledore asked.
"He told me to stop following him," Phineas replied.
"Ah yes," Dumbledore said not even trying to hide his chuckling. "That would be a sure sign that he knows you were following him. Did he say anything else besides that?"
"Oh yes, he and I had a few words," Phineas snorted.
"And what would these words be?" the headmaster asked.
"Oh you know, the usual angry words between a Gryffindor teen and Slytherin Headmaster who believed said Gryffindor was responsible for his decedent's death," Thineas said airily then explained what happened.
"You were supposed to watch him for signs fo depression, not press guilt onto him," Dumbledore sighed tiredly. "Now I must ask another portrait to follow him, but right now I have a meeting with Miss granger, who should entered the room in less than two minutes along with her friend Mr. Longbottom."
"That's one thing that always bothered me about you, how can you possibly know these things?" Phineas demanded.
"I'm well connected in a gossip chain," Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling brightly. "Just before you arrived, Violet told mea bout Miss granger leaving the Gryffindor Common room being followed by a disembodied foot."
"And how did you jump to the conclusion that the foot belonged to the Longbottom boy?" Phineas asked.
"Because Miss Granger addressed it as much when she realized that his foot was visible and shortly there after it appeared to have disappeared," Dumbledore grinned. "Now unless you would like to have a long tiring discussion with Miss Granger…"
"I'm going," Phineas said and hid behind a forested scene on the wall to watch the meeting.
"Ah, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said as the door opened.
"Hello Professor," Hermione said cautiously.
"Explimariumus!" a teenage boy's voice shouted from the wall from where Hermione stood in the doorway.
Dumbledore allowed his wand to fly to the clumsy Gryffindor who stuttered, "H…Her… Hermione why did I just curse the headmaster?"
"I believe it is because she does not believe that I am the headmaster, Mr. Longbottom," Dumbledore said. "Of course, if I were truly a Death Eater in disguise I would have not been alone, nor would I have failed to put up a shield as soon as you shouted the disarming curse. However Miss Granger, I am impressed that you have your wand concealed and one me while continuing to direct several large books over my head to drop and stun me long enough should I prove hostile towards you so you would be able to cast a curse on me. I believe this shows that you have great potential for wandless magic."
"Then if you are truly the headmaster, you wouldn't mind me casting a paralyzing curse on you for an hour?"
"AS long as you don't mind me napping for that hour, I'm afraid I was up later than was wise last night," the headmaster said.
"Why aren't you afraid I might be a Death Eater who has impersonated Hermione Granger and tricked Neville?" Hermione demanded.
"By the cloak that Mr. Longbottom is wearing, not many people have invisibility cloaks and I doubt Voldemort would waste one of his precious few on an essential suicide mission, and if you were a Death Eater you would have already cursed both me and Mr. Longbottom. Also you would have escaped as quickly as possible."
"Perificus Toaltaus," Hermione whispered. "Neville, he already knows you're here, take off the cloak."
Neville appeared looking sheepish and asked, "Now what?"
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AN:
Someone asked if I was writing this story for reviews or to write a good story...
the answer is to write a good story, but I love to leave off with cliffhangers... so I figured I'd give my reviewers a break everytime I get ten or more reviews...
Someone also asked about longer chapters, the answer to that is if they turn out long, great, but I WILL NOT FORCE LONGER CHAPTERS!
I understand the fustration of short chapters, but I'd rather write good chapters than ones filled with nothing.
Okay...
REVIEW!!!
Requirements of Requests
AN:
HI! Another chapter up...
I should really stop waiting until the last moment to update...
I should also stop watching Charmed and write the ANs...
I dont' own Harry Potter.
Story now...
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Harry and Ron were walking out of the school to go to the Quidditch Pitch when Harry suddenly turned around and said venomously to a painting of a forest landscape, "Phineas! Stop bloody following me around. You've been doing it for the past week! I'd be deaf if I couldn't hear you muttering about my stupidity and what not."
Phineas Black, former headmaster of Hogwarts, sullenly came into the view of the painting as Ron watched on in amazement; "Yes well, you do seem to get yourself into big messes don't you? It's my job as former headmaster to make sure you don't drag any more people into your… adventures."
"For your information, those adventures always seem to find me, I do not seek them out," Harry spat.
"What about that last one in the Department of Mysteries? You got my Great-Grandson killed," the painting retorted.
Harry shrank back defensibly, "I didn't."
"Oh so you didn't go to the department of mysteries without checking with someone rather than a deranged house-elf who hated his master," Phineas asked angrily, mad that one of the only 'good' decedents he had was now dead and Black Manor was out of the Black's hands.
"Oh and you've never made a mistake in your life?" Ron stepped in, finally over his shock of finding out a painting had been following them.
"Of course I did, just none which resulted in the death of someone," the former Slytherin Headmaster said scornfully.
"Where you in any situation like Harry's?" Ron demanded as Harry's eyes took on a haunted look.
"No, I managed to stay out of those situations. The best action to protect is to prevent," Phineas said. "And I never was in a situation which caused the deaths of family, or near family in my decedent's case. Are you going to cause the deaths of those Muggles you are living with, next?"
"Shut the hell up," Harry said quietly. "You don't know. You can't possibly know. Shut up."
"So the Ickle-Boy-Who-Lived is throwing a temper tantrum now? Because someone is trying to prevent the deaths of the people around him?" Phineas taunted.
"Leave me alone," Harry demanded. "If I catch you following me again I'm going to burn your portrait here leaving you stranded at Headquarters."
"Like that scares me," Phineas puffed as Harry walked away, Ron following close behind.
"Just ignore the git," Ron said to Harry as they entered the Gryffindor changing rooms. "He doesn't know anything."
"He knew more than I did," Harry muttered darkly.
"That doesn't mean he knows anything now," Ron said shrugging his Quidditch robes on. "You'd never put someone into danger voluntarily. Hell you tried to keep us here last year."
"And you all got hurt," Harry reminded him. "Neville and I were the only ones who could walk away without help."
"Urg," Ron said shivering at the memory. "I think my boggart would turn into brains with tentacles now. But still, considering we were a bunch of fifth and forth years taking on a good many more Death Eaters than us, we held our own."
"At the price of my godfather's life," Harry said darkly.
Ron stayed silent not knowing what to say.
Meanwhile Phineas was walking through portraits until he reached the Room-of-Requirement where Dumbledore was about to have a meeting with that know-it-all Muggle-born girl. Annoying one that one, almost as annoying as his decedent's portrait that screamed at the slightest hint of noise. Didn't the bloody woman know that her shouting only caused more noise? Blood-traitors indeed… the people she was calling blood-traitors couldn't possibly be, do to the fact that they had always sided with muggle-rights-activists so they weren't going against family traditions. Traditional "Light" and "Dark" families didn't usually intermarry, which was why there were so few pureblood "light" wizards left. The dark families had eradicated most of the light families in the wars while the light families left the 'innocent' members of the dark families be.
"Ah Phineas, what are you doing here?" asked the hundred-something Light pureblood wizard breaking the portrait from his thoughts. "Were you not on an errand for me?"
"I believe he knows that I have been following him," Phineas said dryly showing as little respect for the current headmaster as possible.
"And on what do you base your beliefs?" Dumbledore asked.
"He told me to stop following him," Phineas replied.
"Ah yes," Dumbledore said not even trying to hide his chuckling. "That would be a sure sign that he knows you were following him. Did he say anything else besides that?"
"Oh yes, he and I had a few words," Phineas snorted.
"And what would these words be?" the headmaster asked.
"Oh you know, the usual angry words between a Gryffindor teen and Slytherin Headmaster who believed said Gryffindor was responsible for his decedent's death," Thineas said airily then explained what happened.
"You were supposed to watch him for signs fo depression, not press guilt onto him," Dumbledore sighed tiredly. "Now I must ask another portrait to follow him, but right now I have a meeting with Miss granger, who should entered the room in less than two minutes along with her friend Mr. Longbottom."
"That's one thing that always bothered me about you, how can you possibly know these things?" Phineas demanded.
"I'm well connected in a gossip chain," Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling brightly. "Just before you arrived, Violet told mea bout Miss granger leaving the Gryffindor Common room being followed by a disembodied foot."
"And how did you jump to the conclusion that the foot belonged to the Longbottom boy?" Phineas asked.
"Because Miss Granger addressed it as much when she realized that his foot was visible and shortly there after it appeared to have disappeared," Dumbledore grinned. "Now unless you would like to have a long tiring discussion with Miss Granger…"
"I'm going," Phineas said and hid behind a forested scene on the wall to watch the meeting.
"Ah, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said as the door opened.
"Hello Professor," Hermione said cautiously.
"Explimariumus!" a teenage boy's voice shouted from the wall from where Hermione stood in the doorway.
Dumbledore allowed his wand to fly to the clumsy Gryffindor who stuttered, "H…Her… Hermione why did I just curse the headmaster?"
"I believe it is because she does not believe that I am the headmaster, Mr. Longbottom," Dumbledore said. "Of course, if I were truly a Death Eater in disguise I would have not been alone, nor would I have failed to put up a shield as soon as you shouted the disarming curse. However Miss Granger, I am impressed that you have your wand concealed and one me while continuing to direct several large books over my head to drop and stun me long enough should I prove hostile towards you so you would be able to cast a curse on me. I believe this shows that you have great potential for wandless magic."
"Then if you are truly the headmaster, you wouldn't mind me casting a paralyzing curse on you for an hour?"
"AS long as you don't mind me napping for that hour, I'm afraid I was up later than was wise last night," the headmaster said.
"Why aren't you afraid I might be a Death Eater who has impersonated Hermione Granger and tricked Neville?" Hermione demanded.
"By the cloak that Mr. Longbottom is wearing, not many people have invisibility cloaks and I doubt Voldemort would waste one of his precious few on an essential suicide mission, and if you were a Death Eater you would have already cursed both me and Mr. Longbottom. Also you would have escaped as quickly as possible."
"Perificus Toaltaus," Hermione whispered. "Neville, he already knows you're here, take off the cloak."
Neville appeared looking sheepish and asked, "Now what?"
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AN:
Someone asked if I was writing this story for reviews or to write a good story...
the answer is to write a good story, but I love to leave off with cliffhangers... so I figured I'd give my reviewers a break everytime I get ten or more reviews...
Someone also asked about longer chapters, the answer to that is if they turn out long, great, but I WILL NOT FORCE LONGER CHAPTERS!
I understand the fustration of short chapters, but I'd rather write good chapters than ones filled with nothing.
Okay...
REVIEW!!!