I never said that the Weapons had to be born that way, Echo. I said
that Harry accidentally tapped into the power that the Weapons use when
he was a child. Which is a very important plot point, actually. *grins*
I have evil plans, and I'm building up to it. And Draco and Ginny are
in there for comic relief, otherwise this would have gotten to the
"Harry as a psychopathic murderer" type fic. He's not a psychopathic
murderer. Just psychopathic. :)
Mary-- Harry's weapon name is indeed Weapon. I kinda thought that was
obvious by this point... sorry if it wasn't.
Oh, about "spicing it up", radical_girl... can't. I don't do fluffy
romances. I really can't write that stuff; I've a dirty mind, and I'm
a masochist. Nice combination, eh? The only "romance" I can write, is
Final Fantasy VIII Hard Yaoi Kinky Domination Sex. Usually SxS. But
that has nothing to do with HP, or Blackened Sunrise, so I'm going to
stop that train of thought right now.
Itch doesn't own anything from Harry Potter!
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Fourteen: Plot... sorta.
The Itch
---
Not many people would have assumed that this room was host to a great
evil.
A water bed, set in a fine, deep oak frame, thick sheets of emerald and
obsidian, pillows in shockingly brilliant shades tossed here and there,
and even a muggle child's stuff snake toy haphazardly thrown in the
center of said bed. The walls were painted a vibrant pastel green, and
the curtains were simple forest green. An oak desk stood off to one
side, thick tomes and scrolls scattered about it, and an assortment of
muggle pens and wizarding quills and bottles of ink amongst them.
The room was on the executive floor of a fairly large muggle
corporation based around electronics-- but surprisingly, the room
contained no electronics at all. To be expected of the one who lived in
the room.
Thomas Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as the Dark Lord Voldemort,
stalked in the room, flicking his wrist in the direction of the door,
and slamming it shut. Muggles, he thought with disgust, idiots, the lot
of them!
Now, normally, Riddle would have killed off any and all muggles around
him, but for now, he restrained himself. Some muggles had uses-- more
specifically, the muggles that had been serving him as Tom Riddle, Head
of the Institute for Experimental Sciences. Experimental Sciences
indeed, he thought with amusement. It was an interesting way to
convince muggles to give themselves up to be experimented on with
various enchanted items, and potions.
If he killed a few of the patients, it was okay! Everything had been
cleared, and everyone knew the risks involved. A devious smirk crossed
his face as he sprawled across his bed, and pulled the stuffed snake up
to him. He grinned into it's glassy brown eyes, waving it about. He
always played with this stuffed animal when Nagini was sleeping.
Nagini always slept through the daylight hours, and there was a good
three hours until sunset, when she normally awoke.
"Well now, another day gone by, Rilos," he patted the stuffed snake's
head, "And six more muggles have agreed to be my little pets!" With his
bouncing of the toy's head, he imagined that it was agreeing with him.
A few moments later, he sighed and put the toy down. Dammit, he really
missed his best friend. Well, he didn't know if he could call him his
'best friend', but 'old friend' he could at least manage. He didn't
even know where the fool was, let alone how to contact him! How the
hell does he manage to stay hidden so much? Especially with how violent
he could get...
No, no, no need to think about that, he thought with amusement, quickly
banishing all thoughts of the sadistic, intelligent, lavender eyed man
who had been the first to call him Voldemort, to the back of his mind.
He had a Death eater meeting that night, and he had to think up tasks
for all the morons to accomplish.
Hmph, fat lot of fools they were. He really disliked people who bowed
to the whims of others, and his little hordes of minions were just
cannon fodder to him. He tapped his chin in thought, silently
dissolving the illusion that made him appear human. Perhaps he could
feed Severus some more false information to give to Albus. That was
always fun.
He loved toying with the minds of the spies in his midst. That was his
greatest joy-- because he knew who each and every one of them were. The
Dark Mark wasn't just a mark, it gave him access to each and everyone
of their memories. He always made a show of killing spies; it's just
that none of the spies realised that he was just killing bumbling
fools, and not the spies themselves.
It was always fun to feed the spies false information, know that the
Ministry had gotten it, then to send a team a bit larger, a bit more
powerful, a bit more destructive, to occupy the aurors while he and his
inner circle went about randomly killing muggles.
Riddle was indeed a twisted little man.
---
Hermione dropped onto the couch beside Harry, and watched him for a few
minutes. The emerald eyed teen looked up from going over the scrolls of
translated text after a few minutes, "Something wrong, 'Mione?"
"Why are you researching Merlin's Runes, Harry?"
He grinned, "I'm surprised it took so long for you to ask."
"I would have asked sooner, but I was trying to convince myself it
wasn't any of my business," she huffed, "And then I thought, but this
is _Harry_, so anything he's sticking his nose in is obviously my
business."
Snickering, Potter nodded his head a bit absently. Thankfully, it was
true that he had expected her to ask sooner, and had formulated and
excuse. He really didn't need another Weapon to train. Really, he'd
only expected to be training Sirius in how to access the powers that
the Weapons tapped into when they did battle. Now he had Draco and
Virginia on his "team" as well.
"Okay, you've heard of Wandless Magic, right?"
"Yes," she frowned, "I haven't come across anything in the book you
gave me that leads to Wandless Magic..."
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there!" he grinned a bit wider,
"Merlin's Runes were designed to bind things, trap them, keep them from
being used, right? Right. Well, apparently, if you combine just the
right runes, you can prevent someone from using Wandless Magic."
"So you want to use the runes to prevent someone from using Wandless
Magic?"
That had never really occurred to him before, which was really dumb,
since he knew they were using te runes to bind _him_. Hmm, maybe if he
used the Runes on Dumbledore, or hell, even Riddle, he could reduce
their power a bit. Yes! That might just work! Ouuu, he'd have to ask
Sirius about this...
"Yeah, that's it, 'Mione," he flashed her a smug smirk, "I just have to
figure out the right runes, and the mechanics behind them."
She nodded, having figured out that he wanted to know what each rune
meant, instead of just what they did when put in a certain order, a
long while ago, "So why didn't you ask Professor Dumbledore?"
Good question. Think Weapon, think! "Er... I did... he just... didn't
want me to... look into that stuff. It's restricted, you know."
"Restricted!" her eyes widened, "How on earth did you get this out of
the library without Madam Pince bearing down on you, if it's
Restricted?"
He waggled his eyebrows, "That, my dear, dear friend... is a secret!"
he was grinning stupidly, even as she beaned him over the head with a
pillow. Laughing, he retaliated in kind, and soon they had a pillow
fight in full swing-- pulling Ron into it when the sixteen year old
returned from Quidditch Practice.
For a little while, Harry didn't feel older than his old friends. He
just... fit.
For a little while.
---
End Chapter
I'm being distracted by potato chips and a movie, that's why this is
shorter than normal. It's Saturday Night, and in The Itch Household
(okay, so it's not _really_ called that...) that means "Don't go to
sleep until Sunday Afternoon". We've got a pile of movies rented, and
my mother has catered to my addiction to Pringles. I've got three
can-thingys!
I'll try to make-up the lack of length in tommarrow's chapter.
that Harry accidentally tapped into the power that the Weapons use when
he was a child. Which is a very important plot point, actually. *grins*
I have evil plans, and I'm building up to it. And Draco and Ginny are
in there for comic relief, otherwise this would have gotten to the
"Harry as a psychopathic murderer" type fic. He's not a psychopathic
murderer. Just psychopathic. :)
Mary-- Harry's weapon name is indeed Weapon. I kinda thought that was
obvious by this point... sorry if it wasn't.
Oh, about "spicing it up", radical_girl... can't. I don't do fluffy
romances. I really can't write that stuff; I've a dirty mind, and I'm
a masochist. Nice combination, eh? The only "romance" I can write, is
Final Fantasy VIII Hard Yaoi Kinky Domination Sex. Usually SxS. But
that has nothing to do with HP, or Blackened Sunrise, so I'm going to
stop that train of thought right now.
Itch doesn't own anything from Harry Potter!
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Fourteen: Plot... sorta.
The Itch
---
Not many people would have assumed that this room was host to a great
evil.
A water bed, set in a fine, deep oak frame, thick sheets of emerald and
obsidian, pillows in shockingly brilliant shades tossed here and there,
and even a muggle child's stuff snake toy haphazardly thrown in the
center of said bed. The walls were painted a vibrant pastel green, and
the curtains were simple forest green. An oak desk stood off to one
side, thick tomes and scrolls scattered about it, and an assortment of
muggle pens and wizarding quills and bottles of ink amongst them.
The room was on the executive floor of a fairly large muggle
corporation based around electronics-- but surprisingly, the room
contained no electronics at all. To be expected of the one who lived in
the room.
Thomas Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as the Dark Lord Voldemort,
stalked in the room, flicking his wrist in the direction of the door,
and slamming it shut. Muggles, he thought with disgust, idiots, the lot
of them!
Now, normally, Riddle would have killed off any and all muggles around
him, but for now, he restrained himself. Some muggles had uses-- more
specifically, the muggles that had been serving him as Tom Riddle, Head
of the Institute for Experimental Sciences. Experimental Sciences
indeed, he thought with amusement. It was an interesting way to
convince muggles to give themselves up to be experimented on with
various enchanted items, and potions.
If he killed a few of the patients, it was okay! Everything had been
cleared, and everyone knew the risks involved. A devious smirk crossed
his face as he sprawled across his bed, and pulled the stuffed snake up
to him. He grinned into it's glassy brown eyes, waving it about. He
always played with this stuffed animal when Nagini was sleeping.
Nagini always slept through the daylight hours, and there was a good
three hours until sunset, when she normally awoke.
"Well now, another day gone by, Rilos," he patted the stuffed snake's
head, "And six more muggles have agreed to be my little pets!" With his
bouncing of the toy's head, he imagined that it was agreeing with him.
A few moments later, he sighed and put the toy down. Dammit, he really
missed his best friend. Well, he didn't know if he could call him his
'best friend', but 'old friend' he could at least manage. He didn't
even know where the fool was, let alone how to contact him! How the
hell does he manage to stay hidden so much? Especially with how violent
he could get...
No, no, no need to think about that, he thought with amusement, quickly
banishing all thoughts of the sadistic, intelligent, lavender eyed man
who had been the first to call him Voldemort, to the back of his mind.
He had a Death eater meeting that night, and he had to think up tasks
for all the morons to accomplish.
Hmph, fat lot of fools they were. He really disliked people who bowed
to the whims of others, and his little hordes of minions were just
cannon fodder to him. He tapped his chin in thought, silently
dissolving the illusion that made him appear human. Perhaps he could
feed Severus some more false information to give to Albus. That was
always fun.
He loved toying with the minds of the spies in his midst. That was his
greatest joy-- because he knew who each and every one of them were. The
Dark Mark wasn't just a mark, it gave him access to each and everyone
of their memories. He always made a show of killing spies; it's just
that none of the spies realised that he was just killing bumbling
fools, and not the spies themselves.
It was always fun to feed the spies false information, know that the
Ministry had gotten it, then to send a team a bit larger, a bit more
powerful, a bit more destructive, to occupy the aurors while he and his
inner circle went about randomly killing muggles.
Riddle was indeed a twisted little man.
---
Hermione dropped onto the couch beside Harry, and watched him for a few
minutes. The emerald eyed teen looked up from going over the scrolls of
translated text after a few minutes, "Something wrong, 'Mione?"
"Why are you researching Merlin's Runes, Harry?"
He grinned, "I'm surprised it took so long for you to ask."
"I would have asked sooner, but I was trying to convince myself it
wasn't any of my business," she huffed, "And then I thought, but this
is _Harry_, so anything he's sticking his nose in is obviously my
business."
Snickering, Potter nodded his head a bit absently. Thankfully, it was
true that he had expected her to ask sooner, and had formulated and
excuse. He really didn't need another Weapon to train. Really, he'd
only expected to be training Sirius in how to access the powers that
the Weapons tapped into when they did battle. Now he had Draco and
Virginia on his "team" as well.
"Okay, you've heard of Wandless Magic, right?"
"Yes," she frowned, "I haven't come across anything in the book you
gave me that leads to Wandless Magic..."
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there!" he grinned a bit wider,
"Merlin's Runes were designed to bind things, trap them, keep them from
being used, right? Right. Well, apparently, if you combine just the
right runes, you can prevent someone from using Wandless Magic."
"So you want to use the runes to prevent someone from using Wandless
Magic?"
That had never really occurred to him before, which was really dumb,
since he knew they were using te runes to bind _him_. Hmm, maybe if he
used the Runes on Dumbledore, or hell, even Riddle, he could reduce
their power a bit. Yes! That might just work! Ouuu, he'd have to ask
Sirius about this...
"Yeah, that's it, 'Mione," he flashed her a smug smirk, "I just have to
figure out the right runes, and the mechanics behind them."
She nodded, having figured out that he wanted to know what each rune
meant, instead of just what they did when put in a certain order, a
long while ago, "So why didn't you ask Professor Dumbledore?"
Good question. Think Weapon, think! "Er... I did... he just... didn't
want me to... look into that stuff. It's restricted, you know."
"Restricted!" her eyes widened, "How on earth did you get this out of
the library without Madam Pince bearing down on you, if it's
Restricted?"
He waggled his eyebrows, "That, my dear, dear friend... is a secret!"
he was grinning stupidly, even as she beaned him over the head with a
pillow. Laughing, he retaliated in kind, and soon they had a pillow
fight in full swing-- pulling Ron into it when the sixteen year old
returned from Quidditch Practice.
For a little while, Harry didn't feel older than his old friends. He
just... fit.
For a little while.
---
End Chapter
I'm being distracted by potato chips and a movie, that's why this is
shorter than normal. It's Saturday Night, and in The Itch Household
(okay, so it's not _really_ called that...) that means "Don't go to
sleep until Sunday Afternoon". We've got a pile of movies rented, and
my mother has catered to my addiction to Pringles. I've got three
can-thingys!
I'll try to make-up the lack of length in tommarrow's chapter.