Heh, what would you do first-- remember Hair Growth charms/potions, or
try to maim the person who shaved your head?
Hey, let's see how long it takes The Itch to see Chamber of Secrets! I
waited until November first to see the first one. CoS came out last
night (at least, in my city, it did). How long you think I can go this
time? Until after PoA comes out? Hehehe, if I do it that way, I'll
probably see PoA first. Remember, Lupin is my favorite character.
*grin*
Itch no no no ownies Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Thirteen: Beatings
The Itch
---
Harry Potter was _very_ glad Virginia Weasley did _not_ know the
limitless ammo spell. Granted, Harry had created the spell himself, but
still... she'd run out of ammo some time ago, having tried, repeatedly,
to kill Draco and himself. Both he and Draco had taken hits from both
bullets and from being pistol whipped. For a moment, the green eyed boy
wondered if he had a concussion. Then he shook it off; if he did have
one, he'd find out soon enough.
As it was, he was trying to keep himself from being skewered on her
constantly shifting battle staff. Lance, sword, whatever it was. Ginny
was changing it's shape so fast that he didn't know what it really was.
And then, she was suddenly gone.
Blinking, the dark haired boy looked round, then looked down. Ginny was
pinned beneath a very familiar massive black dog.
"Hey Sirius!" he sung cheerfully, and Draco pulled himself up from
where he'd been playing dead, to escape the wrath of the Bald One. Note
to self, he thought with a grin, continue to call her the Bald One
until her hair grows back.
Padfoot shot a look in Malfoy's direction, and Harry grinned even wider
than he had been already, "Oh, that's just Draco, Sirius! He's training
to be a weapon, just like you!"
"And what, exactly, is a 'weapon', Harry?" interjected one Remus Lupin,
as the werewolf finally managed to catch up to his friend and partner.
He eyed the turf of the Quidditch Pitch dubiously. He could see very
well that it had been shot up, and that there were four guns laying
scattered on the ground. What had they been up to?
"Why, Professor Lupin! It's so nice to see you! When did you get here?"
Draco cut in smoothly, still grinning over their little prank. Lupin
shot Malfoy a dark look, and turned back to Harry, wanting his answer.
Harry wiggled his fingers, "A weapon is... something you attack people
with!" and he grabbed the Amazonian Battle Staff that was Ginny's,
"Like this! Yah! Ha! Zap! Bang!"
"...'Zap'... 'bang'...?" Lupin and Draco dead panned as one.
Potter scowled, "I was _trying_ to come up with sound effects."
"Staffs don't go 'zap' 'bang', Potter."
He stuck his tongue out in response. Lupin sighed, and was about to
comment on maturity, when he realised that Draco had stuck his tongue
out, as well. And these boys were going to be graduating next year? Oh
dear, the world is doomed...
"Sirius..." came a growl from beneath the dog, "get off of me! Get off!
I'm not going to kill Harry-- not now, at least-- so you can stop
sitting on me!"
Snuffles snickered, climbing off of Ginny, and finally getting a good
look at her. You have not seen funny, until you've seen a dog fall over
and convulse like he's laughing really hard. Virginia's carrot-red
eyebrow was twitching violently as she glared down at him, which just
made the dog laugh harder.
---
Virginia was in a murderous rage as she stalked through the halls
towards her first class of the morning. Her face was bright red in a
mixture of that rage and in embarrassment as she did so. Ouuuu, those
two were so dead-- no, make it three, she decided. Sirius had been
laughing, so Sirius would die. Painfully.
How dare they!
She'd only found out the worst of the prank when she'd tried to charm
her hair into regrowing; her hair wouldn't regrow. She had no idea what
Harry had done to modify the spell, she should couldn't seem to break
through it to get her hair back. She would be stuck with a hair-less
head until it grew back naturally. _Naturally_!
What's good about being a Witch if you have to let things take their
natural course? Hmph.
And then, then Harry had the gall to say, "Well, at least now it won't
be falling into your face!" Ouuu, she was going to kill him! Didn't he
understand? He had long hair-- granted, it only fell to his chin, but
that was long, sorta-- he should understand how sacred long hair is!
How much time, and effort, was put into growing it out just right...
Of course, since she was headed to her first class of the day-- Defense
Against the Dark Arts-- she'd already been to breakfast. That was where
her embarrassment came from. How could she face her friends, or Ron?
Thank god the twins had graduated the year before! She would have
really gotten it from them if they hadn't!
Well, she held out hope that her hair would be grown back by the time
Summer Vacation came about. Then she wouldn't have to worry about her
mother's reaction to the shaving... but she had a feeling Ron had
already sent Molly a letter. For a moment, she wondered if Ron did
anything without telling their mum, then decided that he had to-- he'd
been on far to many adventures not to have.
Shaking her head free of idyl thoughts, she entered the classroom, and
settled down into her regular seat. She blinked in surprise to find a
letter waiting for her. Confused, she deftly picked it up, opening it
to find... muggle paper? How curious. Chewing on her lip, she began to
read the messy lines of a ink.
'Virginia, I hear you're learning to become one of the Living Weapons.
You should feel privileged. Only one other girl ever became a Weapon. A
muggle, and she went by the name Naginata. Ask Weapon-- that is,
Harry-- about her sometime. Hmm, there's an idea. Ask him about Weapon,
too. I'm sure he'll have some... interesting answers. In any case, you
should probably look up. Class is about to start. --D. Wolfos'
As instructed, she looked up, and was surprised to find the old once
retired professor looking at her. His lips quirked into a smirk, only
seconds before the door slammed shut, and class began. Ginny tucked the
note into her robe, and became intensely focused on the lesson,
ignoring the few titters here and there about her lack of hair.
---
Harry and Draco were, yet again, skipping classes. This time, it was
Draco's Herbology class, and Harry's Transfiguration class. They were
holed up in one of the secret rooms of Hogwarts, with Sirius-- Remus
had gone to inform Dumbledore of Death Eater movements.
"So what have you done?"
Sirius looked confused, "Uh, could you be more specific, Harry? I've
done lots of things..."
"Towards being a Weapon," Draco snorted, "wasn't that obvious? Why
_else_ would you be here, mutt?"
"Why you little--"
"Cut it out!" Weapon barked, steel eyes almost glowing in the room's
firelight, "Padfoot, settle down. Draco, lay off the insults for a bit,
would you? I wanna get through this without a life and death struggle."
Eerily pale blue eyes glared at Draco for a few more moments, before
turning back to his godson, "Well, I've picked up a bunch of weapons,
and I'm teaching myself how to use them... and I tried to do The
Challenge but..."
"But?" wondered Weapon. He was curious as to what had happened when
Sirius tried to preform The Challenge before being trained far enough.
The Challenge was generally a fight against a large number of
opponents, all at the same time, wherein one had to defeat everyone in
a set period of time, as well as prevent recognition the entire time.
There were other little bits and pieces here and there, but that was
all Weapon had described to Sirius.
"I certainly didn't stumble across my weapon Name!" he chuckled, "I've
still got bruises from that fight..."
"What's a weapon Name?" Draco turned to his instructor, confused, "I
don't get it."
"It's just a name all other Living Weapons know you by," Potter
informed the student, "There are all sorts of different Names-- I've
heard of Naginata, Scimitar, Zanbatou, Arrow, and a few others. The
Living Weapons aren't a very wide-spread group, Draco."
"Oh..."
"I'll tell you more about it when Virginia shows up," the silver-eyed
man nodded to himself, before turning back to his godfather, "And the
reason you didn't find your Name was that you didn't actually preform
The Challenge. I didn't explain the whole thing to you in the letter I
sent you. Only the basics. So, what weapons have you chosen?"
He flicked his wrist, producing a handful of steel darts, as well as
razor-bladed shuriken, from his robes, "General projectiles. I like
throwing things at people."
"I would have thought you'd like to just beat people up," sniffed the
Malfoy, "you seem like the type."
"You little prat!" the animagus howled, pouncing on the teenager. Harry
watched in amusement as they scuffled, having changed back from Weapon
during his little 'speech'. It was actually pretty funny to watch
Sirius and Draco duke it out, punching and kicking at each other. He
was pretty sure that by the end of it the two of them would be grinning
and proud of the bruises they'd obtained.
Of course, each of them would proclaim _they_ had own the fight, and
then they'd argue, and it would happen again. Harry smirked. It was
good training.
---
End Chapter
Hehehehe, My father came home drunk while I was writing this. He's a
funny drunk-- and he had KFC. Dad only gets take-out when he's drunk.
The fact that it's, like, midnight just makes it more funny.
try to maim the person who shaved your head?
Hey, let's see how long it takes The Itch to see Chamber of Secrets! I
waited until November first to see the first one. CoS came out last
night (at least, in my city, it did). How long you think I can go this
time? Until after PoA comes out? Hehehe, if I do it that way, I'll
probably see PoA first. Remember, Lupin is my favorite character.
*grin*
Itch no no no ownies Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Thirteen: Beatings
The Itch
---
Harry Potter was _very_ glad Virginia Weasley did _not_ know the
limitless ammo spell. Granted, Harry had created the spell himself, but
still... she'd run out of ammo some time ago, having tried, repeatedly,
to kill Draco and himself. Both he and Draco had taken hits from both
bullets and from being pistol whipped. For a moment, the green eyed boy
wondered if he had a concussion. Then he shook it off; if he did have
one, he'd find out soon enough.
As it was, he was trying to keep himself from being skewered on her
constantly shifting battle staff. Lance, sword, whatever it was. Ginny
was changing it's shape so fast that he didn't know what it really was.
And then, she was suddenly gone.
Blinking, the dark haired boy looked round, then looked down. Ginny was
pinned beneath a very familiar massive black dog.
"Hey Sirius!" he sung cheerfully, and Draco pulled himself up from
where he'd been playing dead, to escape the wrath of the Bald One. Note
to self, he thought with a grin, continue to call her the Bald One
until her hair grows back.
Padfoot shot a look in Malfoy's direction, and Harry grinned even wider
than he had been already, "Oh, that's just Draco, Sirius! He's training
to be a weapon, just like you!"
"And what, exactly, is a 'weapon', Harry?" interjected one Remus Lupin,
as the werewolf finally managed to catch up to his friend and partner.
He eyed the turf of the Quidditch Pitch dubiously. He could see very
well that it had been shot up, and that there were four guns laying
scattered on the ground. What had they been up to?
"Why, Professor Lupin! It's so nice to see you! When did you get here?"
Draco cut in smoothly, still grinning over their little prank. Lupin
shot Malfoy a dark look, and turned back to Harry, wanting his answer.
Harry wiggled his fingers, "A weapon is... something you attack people
with!" and he grabbed the Amazonian Battle Staff that was Ginny's,
"Like this! Yah! Ha! Zap! Bang!"
"...'Zap'... 'bang'...?" Lupin and Draco dead panned as one.
Potter scowled, "I was _trying_ to come up with sound effects."
"Staffs don't go 'zap' 'bang', Potter."
He stuck his tongue out in response. Lupin sighed, and was about to
comment on maturity, when he realised that Draco had stuck his tongue
out, as well. And these boys were going to be graduating next year? Oh
dear, the world is doomed...
"Sirius..." came a growl from beneath the dog, "get off of me! Get off!
I'm not going to kill Harry-- not now, at least-- so you can stop
sitting on me!"
Snuffles snickered, climbing off of Ginny, and finally getting a good
look at her. You have not seen funny, until you've seen a dog fall over
and convulse like he's laughing really hard. Virginia's carrot-red
eyebrow was twitching violently as she glared down at him, which just
made the dog laugh harder.
---
Virginia was in a murderous rage as she stalked through the halls
towards her first class of the morning. Her face was bright red in a
mixture of that rage and in embarrassment as she did so. Ouuuu, those
two were so dead-- no, make it three, she decided. Sirius had been
laughing, so Sirius would die. Painfully.
How dare they!
She'd only found out the worst of the prank when she'd tried to charm
her hair into regrowing; her hair wouldn't regrow. She had no idea what
Harry had done to modify the spell, she should couldn't seem to break
through it to get her hair back. She would be stuck with a hair-less
head until it grew back naturally. _Naturally_!
What's good about being a Witch if you have to let things take their
natural course? Hmph.
And then, then Harry had the gall to say, "Well, at least now it won't
be falling into your face!" Ouuu, she was going to kill him! Didn't he
understand? He had long hair-- granted, it only fell to his chin, but
that was long, sorta-- he should understand how sacred long hair is!
How much time, and effort, was put into growing it out just right...
Of course, since she was headed to her first class of the day-- Defense
Against the Dark Arts-- she'd already been to breakfast. That was where
her embarrassment came from. How could she face her friends, or Ron?
Thank god the twins had graduated the year before! She would have
really gotten it from them if they hadn't!
Well, she held out hope that her hair would be grown back by the time
Summer Vacation came about. Then she wouldn't have to worry about her
mother's reaction to the shaving... but she had a feeling Ron had
already sent Molly a letter. For a moment, she wondered if Ron did
anything without telling their mum, then decided that he had to-- he'd
been on far to many adventures not to have.
Shaking her head free of idyl thoughts, she entered the classroom, and
settled down into her regular seat. She blinked in surprise to find a
letter waiting for her. Confused, she deftly picked it up, opening it
to find... muggle paper? How curious. Chewing on her lip, she began to
read the messy lines of a ink.
'Virginia, I hear you're learning to become one of the Living Weapons.
You should feel privileged. Only one other girl ever became a Weapon. A
muggle, and she went by the name Naginata. Ask Weapon-- that is,
Harry-- about her sometime. Hmm, there's an idea. Ask him about Weapon,
too. I'm sure he'll have some... interesting answers. In any case, you
should probably look up. Class is about to start. --D. Wolfos'
As instructed, she looked up, and was surprised to find the old once
retired professor looking at her. His lips quirked into a smirk, only
seconds before the door slammed shut, and class began. Ginny tucked the
note into her robe, and became intensely focused on the lesson,
ignoring the few titters here and there about her lack of hair.
---
Harry and Draco were, yet again, skipping classes. This time, it was
Draco's Herbology class, and Harry's Transfiguration class. They were
holed up in one of the secret rooms of Hogwarts, with Sirius-- Remus
had gone to inform Dumbledore of Death Eater movements.
"So what have you done?"
Sirius looked confused, "Uh, could you be more specific, Harry? I've
done lots of things..."
"Towards being a Weapon," Draco snorted, "wasn't that obvious? Why
_else_ would you be here, mutt?"
"Why you little--"
"Cut it out!" Weapon barked, steel eyes almost glowing in the room's
firelight, "Padfoot, settle down. Draco, lay off the insults for a bit,
would you? I wanna get through this without a life and death struggle."
Eerily pale blue eyes glared at Draco for a few more moments, before
turning back to his godson, "Well, I've picked up a bunch of weapons,
and I'm teaching myself how to use them... and I tried to do The
Challenge but..."
"But?" wondered Weapon. He was curious as to what had happened when
Sirius tried to preform The Challenge before being trained far enough.
The Challenge was generally a fight against a large number of
opponents, all at the same time, wherein one had to defeat everyone in
a set period of time, as well as prevent recognition the entire time.
There were other little bits and pieces here and there, but that was
all Weapon had described to Sirius.
"I certainly didn't stumble across my weapon Name!" he chuckled, "I've
still got bruises from that fight..."
"What's a weapon Name?" Draco turned to his instructor, confused, "I
don't get it."
"It's just a name all other Living Weapons know you by," Potter
informed the student, "There are all sorts of different Names-- I've
heard of Naginata, Scimitar, Zanbatou, Arrow, and a few others. The
Living Weapons aren't a very wide-spread group, Draco."
"Oh..."
"I'll tell you more about it when Virginia shows up," the silver-eyed
man nodded to himself, before turning back to his godfather, "And the
reason you didn't find your Name was that you didn't actually preform
The Challenge. I didn't explain the whole thing to you in the letter I
sent you. Only the basics. So, what weapons have you chosen?"
He flicked his wrist, producing a handful of steel darts, as well as
razor-bladed shuriken, from his robes, "General projectiles. I like
throwing things at people."
"I would have thought you'd like to just beat people up," sniffed the
Malfoy, "you seem like the type."
"You little prat!" the animagus howled, pouncing on the teenager. Harry
watched in amusement as they scuffled, having changed back from Weapon
during his little 'speech'. It was actually pretty funny to watch
Sirius and Draco duke it out, punching and kicking at each other. He
was pretty sure that by the end of it the two of them would be grinning
and proud of the bruises they'd obtained.
Of course, each of them would proclaim _they_ had own the fight, and
then they'd argue, and it would happen again. Harry smirked. It was
good training.
---
End Chapter
Hehehehe, My father came home drunk while I was writing this. He's a
funny drunk-- and he had KFC. Dad only gets take-out when he's drunk.
The fact that it's, like, midnight just makes it more funny.