The closest to the mark was Shila, when she guessed Remus. :P
Hermione? Er, where did you people get that idea? *grins stupidly*
Hehehehehehehe, I knew everyone was going to say that, too. I think the
only person who really does know who it happens to be is Silent Dragon,
and that's only because I tend to blather on when it's eight thirty in
the morning, which is generally when I talk to her. Isn't school FUN?!
Bleh, I think I'm outta it. Pry because I just spent the last hour and
a half trying to make this STUPID HAT!!! *glares at said stupid hat,
then calms after awhile* Sorries. That's the problem with making your
own clothing. When you make a mistake, and don't notice it until a long
while later, it pisses you off.
I'm going to let you guys read the fic now...
Pothead and crew belong to JK Rowling, not The Itch.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Ten: Question
The Itch
---
Harry hummed a cheerful little ditty as he made his way up to the
owlery. Well, it sounded cheerful to everyone who heard him. The fact
that the words running around in his head went something along the
lines of 'Blow shit up, have a blast. Destroy at random, and do it
fast.', was unknown to everyone else. They'd probably start freaking if
he sung it out loud, like he had "The Injury Song".
In any case, he had a letter in hand, and a purpose in mind that night
as he quite literally bounced along the halls. The day had been a most
amusing one, indeed. Both Virginia and Draco had failed to show up for
breakfast in the Great Hall, and chatter about how both had shown up in
their respective dorms disheveled soon sprouted many a rumor.
Potions had been exceptionally entertaining to the Living Weapon,
having watched Ron's Avada Kedavra Glares just increase in intensity,
and cause the young Malfoy to squirm in his seat. Harry had to stop
himself from laughing out loud on several occasions. Not because he'd
get in trouble with Snape-- what did he care about detentions he'd most
likely skip and loss of House Points?-- but because that would bring
attention to him. That meant Draco would stop squirming in his seat,
and Ron would stop giving those delightful little glares.
Yeap, Harry Potter was certifiably insane.
His green eyes were noticeably empty, should one have bothered to look
into them. However, no one did, merely nodding hello, or calling their
greeting, but never looking into his eyes. That had been something that
had bothered him for the first four years of his tenure at Hogwarts. No
one-- excluding Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Draco-- dared to look in his
eyes. Even Dumbledore seemed to avoid looking at those brilliant green
eyes, but that was probably because they were _Lily's_ eyes, and it was
a bad reminder that Lily Potter was dead.
Harry made a note to shove his face into Dumbledore's and force him to
look at his eyes. That would be funny!
Finally, the empty-eyed psychopath entered the owlery, "Hedwig, oi,
bird, where are you?" he trilled, and the bird fluttered to his side,
landing on his outstretched arm. He scratched her head, feeding her
some of the meat he'd copped from the dinner table, "I have a letter
for you to send off, Hedwig. Make sure it arrives tomorrow at
break-ee-fast, okiies?"
She cooed, taking the letter, then fluttering off out the window. Harry
waved cheerfully for a few minutes, until a dry voice came from behind
him.
"You talk baby-talk to your owl?"
"Of course!" he chirped, whirling around to grin inanely at Draco, who
had apparently followed Harry via his mother's Invisibility Cloak,
"Well, not always," he added, thoughtfully, "Just when I'm in that sort
of mood, I guess!"
The part veela hiked a slender eyebrow, "You are an odd person,
Potter."
"I'm a person! Cool!"
Draco was wondering if Harry was doing shion. 'Shion' being the slang
term for highly addictive, illegal potions. Essentially, the wizard
equivalent of muggle drugs. The ebon haired sixteen year old honestly
seemed like he was on something, "Er, right. Can we cancel practice
tonight?"
And suddenly, the grey eyed Harry was standing straight and tall before
him, "Why?"
The blonde was much more relaxed, now dealing with his own personally
designated 'safe' Potter. He crossed his arms, "Because I want to stop
the spreading of those stupid rumors that Weasley and I are dating in
secret."
Weapon stared at him for a long time, and he began to shift nervously.
Didn't the silver-eyed boy need to blink, or something? Finally, after
what seemed like an eternity, but which was probably only a few
minutes, the Living Weapon shook his head, "No. We don't have much time
to train you and Virginia up to standards." And he swept out of the
Owlery, leaving a confused looking Malfoy behind.
"There are standards?"
---
"For the last time!" Ginny snapped, whirling on Lavender, "I am _NOT_
dating Malfoy! I _hate_ that ruddy bastard, _do_ _you_ _understand_
_ME_?!"
Lavender skittered back a bit nervously, waving her hands about
placatingly, "Alright, alright, you don't like Draco."
She sniffed indignantly, dropping herself back onto the couch in the
Gryffindor Common Room. Ugh, what she wouldn't do to just be able to
turn back time and tell Harry that she was going to side with
Dumbledore. Maybe if she had she wouldn't be putting up with this right
now.
No, wait, she _knew_ she wouldn't be putting up with this right now.
Damned rumors.
"So why _did_ you come back all messed up like that, Ginny? Found a
boyfriend?"
She got a flat stare in return, "No, I don't have a boyfriend,
Lavender. Quite frankly, I doubt I'll _ever_ have a boyfriend--"
"So you're a lesbian?" input one of the girls in her year-- Saria
something-or-other-- but she was cowed by the fiercest glare she'd ever
seen in return. It even beat Ron's Super Avada Kedavra Glare o'Death at
supper that night.
"--No, I am not a lesbian, Saria," Virginia growled, "What I'm saying
is I doubt I'll have the _time_ for a boyfriend."
"And why is that?" wondered Hermione, who was genuinely hoping Ginny
had seen the light and would join her in the Library at all hours of
the day to study.
The redhead opened her mouth to reply, but someone else beat her to it,
"Because she's got shit to do, of course!"
The girls turned to see Harry skipping into the room, and their
collective thought was "he's been doing shion." Well, except for Ginny,
who's thoughts were, "Oh bloody Merlin, the sadist is back."
"Hiya 'Mione, Virginia!" he plopped himself onto the couch beside his
student, ruffling her hair with a dumbass grin, "Going out tonight?"
Virginia glared at him, then bit out, "Suppose I am."
His lips quirked and she balked at the look in her teacher's eyes. Oh
no, no he wasn't going to...
"Meeting Draco out by the Quidditch Pitch again?"
... he was.
He was also subtly telling her that he expected her out there nice and
early to get in some practice. Oh, this would be hell. She upped her
glare at him, but he only smiled back.
Oh yes, he was insane, she thought dryly, he probably _likes_ being
glared at. So thinking, she put on her most sickly sweet smile, biting
her tongue hard enough to taste blood as she fluttered her eyelashes at
him. Bingo, he was starting to look nervous. In fact, he was even
pulling away from her!
Ouuuu, note to self, Harry's scared of overly cute girls.
She smiled brighter, attaching herself to his arm, "Oh, Harry, won't
you please come with me tonight? Pretty please?"
"Ugh, don't do that!" he finally shouted, untangling himself and
shooting to the other side of the room with a scowl. Everyone else in
the common room laughed-- Virginia laughing the loudest. His green eyes
narrowed.
Oh, she was _so_ going to get it!
---
As Virginia and Draco had their asses handed to them by Weapon during
training early the next morning, a certain snowy owl found her
destination. Swooping in silently, her target didn't even realize she
was there-- until she landed in front of him, and swatted his nose with
one wing.
The dog jerked awake with a sneeze, blinking at the bird. A quick
glance around indicated that, yes, he was still as deep into the forest
as he had been when he'd fallen asleep. So Sirius Black shifted back
into his human form, sitting cross-legged on the dead pine needles that
littered the ground, "What've ya got there, Hedwig?"
She hooted, holding out her leg, of which had Harry's letter tied to
it. He grinned, removing it, and settled back to see what his godson
had been up to over the last little while. Seeing as he was fairly
alone, he decided that reading the letter to Hedwig wouldn't be all
that bad of an idea.
Remus was somewhere in town, most likely, picking up breakfast for
them. Padfoot rarely woke up this early, so he never really noticed
when his long-time friend wasn't there. Now that he was awake with the
sun just over the horizon, and without Lupin, he felt awfully lonely.
Therefore, he read the letter out loud.
"'Dear Snuffles, how are you? I'm fine. Back at Hogwarts, though'," he
scratched the back of his head, "Hmmm, that's probably my fault... any
ways, 'I wanted to ask you something. I know you've already been
duplicating some of the things I've told you about--'"
Black paused. How did his godson know that? No, never mind, Harry
probably just knew him. He was going to do everything in his power to
be closer to the young Potter. Harry had said something about being
insane having to be the key to power... well, he was insane already,
wasn't he?
Not even he had escaped from Azkaban with full sanity. He had been in
their for twelve years, with only the dementors and insane prisoners
for company. Back to the letter.
"'--and I'm not mad or anything. Actually, I wanted to know if you
would come up to Hogwarts soon.' Er, sure thing, Harry, 'When you get
here, we'll start you in the _proper_ training of how to be one of the
Living Weapons--'." And here, Black dropped the letter. Him? A Living
Weapon? Sure, Harry had told him all about the Weapons in his letters,
and he was one off the rare few that knew that Harry and Weapon were
two different people, but... him? Wasn't he too old to be a Weapon?
He frowned, finishing reading the letter to himself, and then he
scratched onto the bottom of the letter his reply, sending it back. He
didn't have anything but his clothing with him-- Remus had everything
on him, and the other man wouldn't be back for another hour or so.
Changing back into 'Snuffles', Padfoot stretched out, and decided the
best option was to go back to sleep.
Yawning, he did just that.
---
End Chapter
MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! No one guessed Sirius! I feel so proud that I
stumped everyone. Uhm, yeah, it's like... three in the morning. I'm
going to bed now...
Hermione? Er, where did you people get that idea? *grins stupidly*
Hehehehehehehe, I knew everyone was going to say that, too. I think the
only person who really does know who it happens to be is Silent Dragon,
and that's only because I tend to blather on when it's eight thirty in
the morning, which is generally when I talk to her. Isn't school FUN?!
Bleh, I think I'm outta it. Pry because I just spent the last hour and
a half trying to make this STUPID HAT!!! *glares at said stupid hat,
then calms after awhile* Sorries. That's the problem with making your
own clothing. When you make a mistake, and don't notice it until a long
while later, it pisses you off.
I'm going to let you guys read the fic now...
Pothead and crew belong to JK Rowling, not The Itch.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Ten: Question
The Itch
---
Harry hummed a cheerful little ditty as he made his way up to the
owlery. Well, it sounded cheerful to everyone who heard him. The fact
that the words running around in his head went something along the
lines of 'Blow shit up, have a blast. Destroy at random, and do it
fast.', was unknown to everyone else. They'd probably start freaking if
he sung it out loud, like he had "The Injury Song".
In any case, he had a letter in hand, and a purpose in mind that night
as he quite literally bounced along the halls. The day had been a most
amusing one, indeed. Both Virginia and Draco had failed to show up for
breakfast in the Great Hall, and chatter about how both had shown up in
their respective dorms disheveled soon sprouted many a rumor.
Potions had been exceptionally entertaining to the Living Weapon,
having watched Ron's Avada Kedavra Glares just increase in intensity,
and cause the young Malfoy to squirm in his seat. Harry had to stop
himself from laughing out loud on several occasions. Not because he'd
get in trouble with Snape-- what did he care about detentions he'd most
likely skip and loss of House Points?-- but because that would bring
attention to him. That meant Draco would stop squirming in his seat,
and Ron would stop giving those delightful little glares.
Yeap, Harry Potter was certifiably insane.
His green eyes were noticeably empty, should one have bothered to look
into them. However, no one did, merely nodding hello, or calling their
greeting, but never looking into his eyes. That had been something that
had bothered him for the first four years of his tenure at Hogwarts. No
one-- excluding Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Draco-- dared to look in his
eyes. Even Dumbledore seemed to avoid looking at those brilliant green
eyes, but that was probably because they were _Lily's_ eyes, and it was
a bad reminder that Lily Potter was dead.
Harry made a note to shove his face into Dumbledore's and force him to
look at his eyes. That would be funny!
Finally, the empty-eyed psychopath entered the owlery, "Hedwig, oi,
bird, where are you?" he trilled, and the bird fluttered to his side,
landing on his outstretched arm. He scratched her head, feeding her
some of the meat he'd copped from the dinner table, "I have a letter
for you to send off, Hedwig. Make sure it arrives tomorrow at
break-ee-fast, okiies?"
She cooed, taking the letter, then fluttering off out the window. Harry
waved cheerfully for a few minutes, until a dry voice came from behind
him.
"You talk baby-talk to your owl?"
"Of course!" he chirped, whirling around to grin inanely at Draco, who
had apparently followed Harry via his mother's Invisibility Cloak,
"Well, not always," he added, thoughtfully, "Just when I'm in that sort
of mood, I guess!"
The part veela hiked a slender eyebrow, "You are an odd person,
Potter."
"I'm a person! Cool!"
Draco was wondering if Harry was doing shion. 'Shion' being the slang
term for highly addictive, illegal potions. Essentially, the wizard
equivalent of muggle drugs. The ebon haired sixteen year old honestly
seemed like he was on something, "Er, right. Can we cancel practice
tonight?"
And suddenly, the grey eyed Harry was standing straight and tall before
him, "Why?"
The blonde was much more relaxed, now dealing with his own personally
designated 'safe' Potter. He crossed his arms, "Because I want to stop
the spreading of those stupid rumors that Weasley and I are dating in
secret."
Weapon stared at him for a long time, and he began to shift nervously.
Didn't the silver-eyed boy need to blink, or something? Finally, after
what seemed like an eternity, but which was probably only a few
minutes, the Living Weapon shook his head, "No. We don't have much time
to train you and Virginia up to standards." And he swept out of the
Owlery, leaving a confused looking Malfoy behind.
"There are standards?"
---
"For the last time!" Ginny snapped, whirling on Lavender, "I am _NOT_
dating Malfoy! I _hate_ that ruddy bastard, _do_ _you_ _understand_
_ME_?!"
Lavender skittered back a bit nervously, waving her hands about
placatingly, "Alright, alright, you don't like Draco."
She sniffed indignantly, dropping herself back onto the couch in the
Gryffindor Common Room. Ugh, what she wouldn't do to just be able to
turn back time and tell Harry that she was going to side with
Dumbledore. Maybe if she had she wouldn't be putting up with this right
now.
No, wait, she _knew_ she wouldn't be putting up with this right now.
Damned rumors.
"So why _did_ you come back all messed up like that, Ginny? Found a
boyfriend?"
She got a flat stare in return, "No, I don't have a boyfriend,
Lavender. Quite frankly, I doubt I'll _ever_ have a boyfriend--"
"So you're a lesbian?" input one of the girls in her year-- Saria
something-or-other-- but she was cowed by the fiercest glare she'd ever
seen in return. It even beat Ron's Super Avada Kedavra Glare o'Death at
supper that night.
"--No, I am not a lesbian, Saria," Virginia growled, "What I'm saying
is I doubt I'll have the _time_ for a boyfriend."
"And why is that?" wondered Hermione, who was genuinely hoping Ginny
had seen the light and would join her in the Library at all hours of
the day to study.
The redhead opened her mouth to reply, but someone else beat her to it,
"Because she's got shit to do, of course!"
The girls turned to see Harry skipping into the room, and their
collective thought was "he's been doing shion." Well, except for Ginny,
who's thoughts were, "Oh bloody Merlin, the sadist is back."
"Hiya 'Mione, Virginia!" he plopped himself onto the couch beside his
student, ruffling her hair with a dumbass grin, "Going out tonight?"
Virginia glared at him, then bit out, "Suppose I am."
His lips quirked and she balked at the look in her teacher's eyes. Oh
no, no he wasn't going to...
"Meeting Draco out by the Quidditch Pitch again?"
... he was.
He was also subtly telling her that he expected her out there nice and
early to get in some practice. Oh, this would be hell. She upped her
glare at him, but he only smiled back.
Oh yes, he was insane, she thought dryly, he probably _likes_ being
glared at. So thinking, she put on her most sickly sweet smile, biting
her tongue hard enough to taste blood as she fluttered her eyelashes at
him. Bingo, he was starting to look nervous. In fact, he was even
pulling away from her!
Ouuuu, note to self, Harry's scared of overly cute girls.
She smiled brighter, attaching herself to his arm, "Oh, Harry, won't
you please come with me tonight? Pretty please?"
"Ugh, don't do that!" he finally shouted, untangling himself and
shooting to the other side of the room with a scowl. Everyone else in
the common room laughed-- Virginia laughing the loudest. His green eyes
narrowed.
Oh, she was _so_ going to get it!
---
As Virginia and Draco had their asses handed to them by Weapon during
training early the next morning, a certain snowy owl found her
destination. Swooping in silently, her target didn't even realize she
was there-- until she landed in front of him, and swatted his nose with
one wing.
The dog jerked awake with a sneeze, blinking at the bird. A quick
glance around indicated that, yes, he was still as deep into the forest
as he had been when he'd fallen asleep. So Sirius Black shifted back
into his human form, sitting cross-legged on the dead pine needles that
littered the ground, "What've ya got there, Hedwig?"
She hooted, holding out her leg, of which had Harry's letter tied to
it. He grinned, removing it, and settled back to see what his godson
had been up to over the last little while. Seeing as he was fairly
alone, he decided that reading the letter to Hedwig wouldn't be all
that bad of an idea.
Remus was somewhere in town, most likely, picking up breakfast for
them. Padfoot rarely woke up this early, so he never really noticed
when his long-time friend wasn't there. Now that he was awake with the
sun just over the horizon, and without Lupin, he felt awfully lonely.
Therefore, he read the letter out loud.
"'Dear Snuffles, how are you? I'm fine. Back at Hogwarts, though'," he
scratched the back of his head, "Hmmm, that's probably my fault... any
ways, 'I wanted to ask you something. I know you've already been
duplicating some of the things I've told you about--'"
Black paused. How did his godson know that? No, never mind, Harry
probably just knew him. He was going to do everything in his power to
be closer to the young Potter. Harry had said something about being
insane having to be the key to power... well, he was insane already,
wasn't he?
Not even he had escaped from Azkaban with full sanity. He had been in
their for twelve years, with only the dementors and insane prisoners
for company. Back to the letter.
"'--and I'm not mad or anything. Actually, I wanted to know if you
would come up to Hogwarts soon.' Er, sure thing, Harry, 'When you get
here, we'll start you in the _proper_ training of how to be one of the
Living Weapons--'." And here, Black dropped the letter. Him? A Living
Weapon? Sure, Harry had told him all about the Weapons in his letters,
and he was one off the rare few that knew that Harry and Weapon were
two different people, but... him? Wasn't he too old to be a Weapon?
He frowned, finishing reading the letter to himself, and then he
scratched onto the bottom of the letter his reply, sending it back. He
didn't have anything but his clothing with him-- Remus had everything
on him, and the other man wouldn't be back for another hour or so.
Changing back into 'Snuffles', Padfoot stretched out, and decided the
best option was to go back to sleep.
Yawning, he did just that.
---
End Chapter
MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! No one guessed Sirius! I feel so proud that I
stumped everyone. Uhm, yeah, it's like... three in the morning. I'm
going to bed now...