I really have to stop typing these things so late. Heh, maybe if I
stopped playing FF8 & FFX all the time... it's a slight obsession...
Oh, yeah, before you ask a dumbass question, please, read my authors
notes. I've already seen like, four questions that I've previously
addressed.
The Itch has stated it a round dozen times! She does not own the Harry
Potter Characters!
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twelve: Pranks
The Itch
---
Dinner was an admittedly tense affair. On the one side, you had Ginny
ready to take flight at a moment's notice, and her older brother Ron
trying to figure out what was wrong. On the other side was a Harry who
wouldn't remove his 'dastardly' smirk, and Hermione who was trying to
show him the scrolls onto which she'd translated a bit more of the book
on Merlin's Runes.
That made, in total, four scrolls-- one from Harry, one from Ginny, one
from Draco, and one from Hermione. Hopefully, he'd get a chance to look
them over soon. He figured Hermione's would be the most complete,
mostly because his was only the barest of edges, since it took him a
hell of a long time to translate the stupid thing, and both Ginny and
Draco had been falling asleep while they translated their parts.
Yeap, definitely going to go over Hermione's translation. Then he was
going to teach himself every damned language on the planet, including
dead languages. All this sit around and translate nonsense was getting
to him. Screw the fact that it had nothing to do with fighting. His
lack of an ability to remove his wards was pissing him off royally.
Which was why he was distracting himself with getting petty revenge on
Ginny for her routine the night prior. Oh, he'd worked her into the
ground during practice, but that wasn't nearly enough. He was the son
of a Marauder, after all. It was in his blood to pull pranks.
On thoughts of the Marauders, he wondered when Sirius was going to show
up. Really, he would have started the man's training earlier, but...
well, one thing led to another, and he'd just kept forgetting to ask
his godfather to come up and get some proper training. Now that he had,
he figured this could be pretty fun.
Neither Ginny nor Draco were insane-- yet, Weapon muttered to his other
half-- so they would have a bit more training to go through before they
could really be considered Weapons. Sirius wasn't exactly stable, so
that meant Harry could push his mind into the Weapon-state all that
much easier. For a few minutes, he wondered how these three new Weapons
would be forged.
Would they be the cold, hollow shells of the other Weapons, left only
to suffer in silence as they took his words as commands and his
commands as gospel? Or would they completely fail to be True Weapons,
but have all the skills and abilities that they could easily fake
everything but the higher-end powers? Or, the third option, the one
that Harry and Weapon embodied? Split into two beings, one emotionless
and cold, the other ruled by passion, fueled by emotion?
Oh, this was to confusing, he grumbled, standing up as he finished his
dinner, and moved to leave the Great Hall. He had to get into the
Slytherin dorms, just to get the prank stuff he'd forced Draco to keep
for him. He'd let what happened, happen. However his Weapon-trainees
turned out, would be what he'd have to deal with.
Although, if he got the cold-bastard type who couldn't function without
commands, he'd probably dump them off on Wolfos to deal with.
---
Twenty minutes later found Malfoy and Potter slipping through the
hidden passages of Hogwarts towards the Gryffindor fifth year Girls
Dorms. In their arms were all their pranking toys and items; Draco had
joined Harry in grinning maniacally as they went along. He was going to
play a prank on a Weasley. What could be better for a Malfoy?
Well, there were a few things, but he pushed those away. He also pushed
away the thoughts that this was the first prank he'd pulled that hadn't
been specifically tailored to completely destroy someone. Not that it
had ever worked on his normal target; Harry was a bit to tough-skinned
to be taken down by an amateur prank.
For some reason, Harry had decided they needed to have "Pranking
Outfits". Which generally consisted of black Muggle clothing-- Draco
was still flushed from the embarrassing fact that Harry had to help him
figure out how to wear said clothing. A black... bandana, had he called
it?... was tied around their faces, and they had... baseball caps?...
over their heads, to prevent identification. A way-to-snug for his
likings black turtleneck and a pair of black jeans-- with zippers!
Muggles thought of the strangest devices!-- complete with rubber soled
running shoes. Which were, again, black.
Draco was wondering if Harry had gone goth somewhere over the last
couple years.
Harry was wondering why he was letting Draco accompany him, since the
other boy was breathing to hard. For goodness sakes! If Ginny was a
properly trained Weapon, she'd hear them coming a mile away! But he
couldn't say anything, because even at a whisper, his voice would be to
loud.
A sudden thought struck him.
I wonder if there's a spell I could use to become a telepath?
No, no, focus on the task at hand, Weapon-boy-oh. Can't have your mind
wander mid-prank. Could hurt yourself. Nodding his head to himself,
completely unaware of the odd looks Malfoy was presenting him with,
Harry bounced down the passage. The blonde Slytherin had to scramble to
catch up.
Finally, the boys had come to the end of their journey, Harry pushed
open the portrait only the slightest of bits, peering around curiously.
There was no one else in the room-- thank god-- and it took Harry a
moment to remember that Dumbledore had announced some sort of party, or
something, that would be happening that night. A gleeful smile crossed
his face as he did so; he was having a stroke of good luck today!
"Let's go!"
Both boys snickered to themselves as they began to set up the joke
items and the _real_ prank around Ginny's bed. This was going to be
_fun_!
---
Virginia heaved a relieved breath when she entered her dorm later that
night; she'd survived every meeting with Potter so far. He hadn't taken
his revenge yet, and she was starting to think he never would. He must
have been just psyching me out, she thought to herself, I mean, this is
_Harry_. He wouldn't pull anything nasty on me.
Famous last words.
She had pulled her robe off, and went to grab her pyjamas, when she
froze. They were gone. Where were pyjamas? Opening her trunk to see if
someone had put them away, instead of leaving them on her bed where she
_always_ left her pyjamas, she shrieked. The other girls in the room
looked up, and started giggling.
Half growling, Ginny reached down and pulled out an all-too-familiar
little device. She could recall Fred and George testing this one out on
Ron during their last year. It was a little muggle stuffed toy-- or at
least, appeared to be. It had been enchanted to soak everything in a
four foot range when light hit it. Her under-robe clothing was soaked
through. The simple knee-length tailored skirt was heavy when soaked,
and her thin white peasant's blouse had gone transparent.
She glared at the toy, before hurtling it out of the dorm room. She
turned to face her bed, and groaned There were some various obvious
lumps under the sheets, so she grabbed the red and gold comforter, and
ripped it off-- carefully to leap out of the blast range. Her bed and
her sheets were now soaked.
Ruby eyebrow twitching, she pulled her robe back on and stalked out of
the dorm, "_POTTER_!!" she shrieked, fuming as she glared down the hall
to the sixth year boys dorm.
Harry's head poked out from the door way, followed by Dean, Ron, Seamus
and Neville's heads. A wide grin had crossed the son of Prongs' face,
"Oh! I see you got my present!"
"You did that?" wondered Dean and Seamus, before Dean clapped Harry on
the shoulder, "If you can do better than that, you should join the next
prank-war."
"This is not something to be congratulating him on!!" Virginia shrieked
again, "Harry James Potter, I swear, I'm going to _kill_ you!"
Harry was still grinning though. Oh yes, he thought, you're going to
try bloody hard to kill me when the _real_ prank hits.
Mwahahahahahahaha.
Ginny continued to shout at Harry for a good twenty minutes, before she
decided she was going to go to bed, and forget she ever knew Harry as
anything more than a famous savior-type figure.
---
"Gwah?"
"C'mon, Virginia, it's time for practice."
"G'way. No wanna."
"I always knew the Weasleys were cowards."
"Tak'at back, Ma'foy."
"Hmmm... no," Draco's soft laughter finally penetrated her brain, and
she cracked an eye open to glare up at him. He was grinning, "The bald
look really suits you, Ginny."
"Thanks..." she was still very tired, and was half-way out of the
Gryffindor common room, when what she'd been told sunk in, "WHAT?!"
Both boys burst out laughing at her shout, her hands coming up to run
over her now smooth scalp. The only hair left on her head was her
eyebrows. The left eyebrow began to twitch, and she pulled one of her
nine millimeters out of the holster strapped to her thigh. Virginia
chased both of them out of the castle, bellowing death threats.
Thankfully, Filch was on the other end of the castle, Snape was asleep
in his dungeons, and McGongall was having tea with Dumbledore.
Otherwise, the trip would have been in some trouble.
Ginny and Draco still wore their simple clothing, as the ideas of
zippers and snaps and buckles were still very foreign to them, and
Potter was only slowly introducing them to muggle clothing. Better to
let them slowly get used to it during their training, then to hand them
over the Standard Weapon Light, or even Heavy for that matter, Battle
Gear and expect them to understand how to wear it.
At least, he thought gleefully as he dodged around a kick from Ginny,
and had to twist away from the butt of her gun as she attempted to
pistol-whip him, I've gotten them to stop with the constantly wearing
robes to the Pitch.
The Quidditch Pitch had become their personal little playground, as
they duked it out there every single morning. Weapon was a tough
taskmaster, and he refused to go lightly on his comrades.
Virginia, for once, agree with him, as she hauled her M60 off her back
and opened fire on him.
---
Sirius perked up at the sounds of gun fire, while Remus Lupin looked
about nervously. He really hated guns. Muggle weapons that could kill
as easily as Avada Kedavra. He'd been shot before, and had been lucky
that he had a healing draught on him. He opened his mouth to advise his
friend that they should go in the opposite direction, when he realised
that Sirius was already gone.
Groaning, he took off after the fleet form of his currently four-footed
friend. Why couldn't he have had a _sane_ friend? Why Merlin, did he
get stuck with a dog that ran off after the slightest of things that
aroused his curiosity.
Lupin was positive Sirius didn't understand the meaning of restraint.
---
End Chapter
Well, Ginny's been hit. Wonder what everyone else is going to say about
her currently shaved state... hehehehehehe...
stopped playing FF8 & FFX all the time... it's a slight obsession...
Oh, yeah, before you ask a dumbass question, please, read my authors
notes. I've already seen like, four questions that I've previously
addressed.
The Itch has stated it a round dozen times! She does not own the Harry
Potter Characters!
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twelve: Pranks
The Itch
---
Dinner was an admittedly tense affair. On the one side, you had Ginny
ready to take flight at a moment's notice, and her older brother Ron
trying to figure out what was wrong. On the other side was a Harry who
wouldn't remove his 'dastardly' smirk, and Hermione who was trying to
show him the scrolls onto which she'd translated a bit more of the book
on Merlin's Runes.
That made, in total, four scrolls-- one from Harry, one from Ginny, one
from Draco, and one from Hermione. Hopefully, he'd get a chance to look
them over soon. He figured Hermione's would be the most complete,
mostly because his was only the barest of edges, since it took him a
hell of a long time to translate the stupid thing, and both Ginny and
Draco had been falling asleep while they translated their parts.
Yeap, definitely going to go over Hermione's translation. Then he was
going to teach himself every damned language on the planet, including
dead languages. All this sit around and translate nonsense was getting
to him. Screw the fact that it had nothing to do with fighting. His
lack of an ability to remove his wards was pissing him off royally.
Which was why he was distracting himself with getting petty revenge on
Ginny for her routine the night prior. Oh, he'd worked her into the
ground during practice, but that wasn't nearly enough. He was the son
of a Marauder, after all. It was in his blood to pull pranks.
On thoughts of the Marauders, he wondered when Sirius was going to show
up. Really, he would have started the man's training earlier, but...
well, one thing led to another, and he'd just kept forgetting to ask
his godfather to come up and get some proper training. Now that he had,
he figured this could be pretty fun.
Neither Ginny nor Draco were insane-- yet, Weapon muttered to his other
half-- so they would have a bit more training to go through before they
could really be considered Weapons. Sirius wasn't exactly stable, so
that meant Harry could push his mind into the Weapon-state all that
much easier. For a few minutes, he wondered how these three new Weapons
would be forged.
Would they be the cold, hollow shells of the other Weapons, left only
to suffer in silence as they took his words as commands and his
commands as gospel? Or would they completely fail to be True Weapons,
but have all the skills and abilities that they could easily fake
everything but the higher-end powers? Or, the third option, the one
that Harry and Weapon embodied? Split into two beings, one emotionless
and cold, the other ruled by passion, fueled by emotion?
Oh, this was to confusing, he grumbled, standing up as he finished his
dinner, and moved to leave the Great Hall. He had to get into the
Slytherin dorms, just to get the prank stuff he'd forced Draco to keep
for him. He'd let what happened, happen. However his Weapon-trainees
turned out, would be what he'd have to deal with.
Although, if he got the cold-bastard type who couldn't function without
commands, he'd probably dump them off on Wolfos to deal with.
---
Twenty minutes later found Malfoy and Potter slipping through the
hidden passages of Hogwarts towards the Gryffindor fifth year Girls
Dorms. In their arms were all their pranking toys and items; Draco had
joined Harry in grinning maniacally as they went along. He was going to
play a prank on a Weasley. What could be better for a Malfoy?
Well, there were a few things, but he pushed those away. He also pushed
away the thoughts that this was the first prank he'd pulled that hadn't
been specifically tailored to completely destroy someone. Not that it
had ever worked on his normal target; Harry was a bit to tough-skinned
to be taken down by an amateur prank.
For some reason, Harry had decided they needed to have "Pranking
Outfits". Which generally consisted of black Muggle clothing-- Draco
was still flushed from the embarrassing fact that Harry had to help him
figure out how to wear said clothing. A black... bandana, had he called
it?... was tied around their faces, and they had... baseball caps?...
over their heads, to prevent identification. A way-to-snug for his
likings black turtleneck and a pair of black jeans-- with zippers!
Muggles thought of the strangest devices!-- complete with rubber soled
running shoes. Which were, again, black.
Draco was wondering if Harry had gone goth somewhere over the last
couple years.
Harry was wondering why he was letting Draco accompany him, since the
other boy was breathing to hard. For goodness sakes! If Ginny was a
properly trained Weapon, she'd hear them coming a mile away! But he
couldn't say anything, because even at a whisper, his voice would be to
loud.
A sudden thought struck him.
I wonder if there's a spell I could use to become a telepath?
No, no, focus on the task at hand, Weapon-boy-oh. Can't have your mind
wander mid-prank. Could hurt yourself. Nodding his head to himself,
completely unaware of the odd looks Malfoy was presenting him with,
Harry bounced down the passage. The blonde Slytherin had to scramble to
catch up.
Finally, the boys had come to the end of their journey, Harry pushed
open the portrait only the slightest of bits, peering around curiously.
There was no one else in the room-- thank god-- and it took Harry a
moment to remember that Dumbledore had announced some sort of party, or
something, that would be happening that night. A gleeful smile crossed
his face as he did so; he was having a stroke of good luck today!
"Let's go!"
Both boys snickered to themselves as they began to set up the joke
items and the _real_ prank around Ginny's bed. This was going to be
_fun_!
---
Virginia heaved a relieved breath when she entered her dorm later that
night; she'd survived every meeting with Potter so far. He hadn't taken
his revenge yet, and she was starting to think he never would. He must
have been just psyching me out, she thought to herself, I mean, this is
_Harry_. He wouldn't pull anything nasty on me.
Famous last words.
She had pulled her robe off, and went to grab her pyjamas, when she
froze. They were gone. Where were pyjamas? Opening her trunk to see if
someone had put them away, instead of leaving them on her bed where she
_always_ left her pyjamas, she shrieked. The other girls in the room
looked up, and started giggling.
Half growling, Ginny reached down and pulled out an all-too-familiar
little device. She could recall Fred and George testing this one out on
Ron during their last year. It was a little muggle stuffed toy-- or at
least, appeared to be. It had been enchanted to soak everything in a
four foot range when light hit it. Her under-robe clothing was soaked
through. The simple knee-length tailored skirt was heavy when soaked,
and her thin white peasant's blouse had gone transparent.
She glared at the toy, before hurtling it out of the dorm room. She
turned to face her bed, and groaned There were some various obvious
lumps under the sheets, so she grabbed the red and gold comforter, and
ripped it off-- carefully to leap out of the blast range. Her bed and
her sheets were now soaked.
Ruby eyebrow twitching, she pulled her robe back on and stalked out of
the dorm, "_POTTER_!!" she shrieked, fuming as she glared down the hall
to the sixth year boys dorm.
Harry's head poked out from the door way, followed by Dean, Ron, Seamus
and Neville's heads. A wide grin had crossed the son of Prongs' face,
"Oh! I see you got my present!"
"You did that?" wondered Dean and Seamus, before Dean clapped Harry on
the shoulder, "If you can do better than that, you should join the next
prank-war."
"This is not something to be congratulating him on!!" Virginia shrieked
again, "Harry James Potter, I swear, I'm going to _kill_ you!"
Harry was still grinning though. Oh yes, he thought, you're going to
try bloody hard to kill me when the _real_ prank hits.
Mwahahahahahahaha.
Ginny continued to shout at Harry for a good twenty minutes, before she
decided she was going to go to bed, and forget she ever knew Harry as
anything more than a famous savior-type figure.
---
"Gwah?"
"C'mon, Virginia, it's time for practice."
"G'way. No wanna."
"I always knew the Weasleys were cowards."
"Tak'at back, Ma'foy."
"Hmmm... no," Draco's soft laughter finally penetrated her brain, and
she cracked an eye open to glare up at him. He was grinning, "The bald
look really suits you, Ginny."
"Thanks..." she was still very tired, and was half-way out of the
Gryffindor common room, when what she'd been told sunk in, "WHAT?!"
Both boys burst out laughing at her shout, her hands coming up to run
over her now smooth scalp. The only hair left on her head was her
eyebrows. The left eyebrow began to twitch, and she pulled one of her
nine millimeters out of the holster strapped to her thigh. Virginia
chased both of them out of the castle, bellowing death threats.
Thankfully, Filch was on the other end of the castle, Snape was asleep
in his dungeons, and McGongall was having tea with Dumbledore.
Otherwise, the trip would have been in some trouble.
Ginny and Draco still wore their simple clothing, as the ideas of
zippers and snaps and buckles were still very foreign to them, and
Potter was only slowly introducing them to muggle clothing. Better to
let them slowly get used to it during their training, then to hand them
over the Standard Weapon Light, or even Heavy for that matter, Battle
Gear and expect them to understand how to wear it.
At least, he thought gleefully as he dodged around a kick from Ginny,
and had to twist away from the butt of her gun as she attempted to
pistol-whip him, I've gotten them to stop with the constantly wearing
robes to the Pitch.
The Quidditch Pitch had become their personal little playground, as
they duked it out there every single morning. Weapon was a tough
taskmaster, and he refused to go lightly on his comrades.
Virginia, for once, agree with him, as she hauled her M60 off her back
and opened fire on him.
---
Sirius perked up at the sounds of gun fire, while Remus Lupin looked
about nervously. He really hated guns. Muggle weapons that could kill
as easily as Avada Kedavra. He'd been shot before, and had been lucky
that he had a healing draught on him. He opened his mouth to advise his
friend that they should go in the opposite direction, when he realised
that Sirius was already gone.
Groaning, he took off after the fleet form of his currently four-footed
friend. Why couldn't he have had a _sane_ friend? Why Merlin, did he
get stuck with a dog that ran off after the slightest of things that
aroused his curiosity.
Lupin was positive Sirius didn't understand the meaning of restraint.
---
End Chapter
Well, Ginny's been hit. Wonder what everyone else is going to say about
her currently shaved state... hehehehehehe...