I got myself an early christmas present. Well, it was more like my mom
felt guilty over buying my brother three PS2 games within two weeks, and
then turning around and telling me I wasn't allowed to get a new game
until I finished Legend of Dragoon and Final Fantasy VIII. So, as she
was feeling guilty, and I was talking about going and buying the game I
wanted with my own money, she went up to her secret stashing place, and
brought out the game I wanted. Yay for me! Now she has to find me
something else to buy for Christmas ^____^
Phoenix Flight - No, no, no, Sirius is going to Russia with Remus, as
a mission for Dumbledore. It was mentioned a couple chapters back.
Slytherin Angel - *grins* I know lots of people like that. I'm one of them.
Harry Potter is far to intelligent to allow himself to become property
of The Itch.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Eighteen: Feathers
The Itch
---
"Why isn't Ginny up yet?"
Harry turned to face his godfather, and Draco accidentally dropped a
ball of pure plasma from where he'd been concentrating on sending it
flying this way and that-- Potter had created the ball and told Draco
that if he could have it still moving while there were distractions,
he'd be good enough to go onto the next level-- startled by the fact
that it was the first time anyone had spoken in the last ten minutes.
Sirius had been getting antsy-- the big ears that had been granted to
him as part of his transformation during his first experience
channeling were telling him that whoever had been running around
Hogwarts had finally entered the Forbidden Forest, and was managing to
head in a nearly straight line in their direction. He really didn't
want to be seen, even if he was half Fennec, and not likely to be
connected to Sirius Black.
Three years of being on the run will do that to a person.
"I've no idea," shrugged the green eyed lad, "She should have been up
at least a half hour ago. She reached the power before you did,
Padfoot."
"Think something went wrong?" mused the Malfoy, who wouldn't be all
that concerned if she had. One less Weasley, after all...
"Probably," hummed the boy, "And you dropped the plasma, Draco. Fifty
push-ups!" The gleefully malicious smile on his face made the
dragon-skinned boy groan, dropping down into push-up position and
awaiting the rest of the punishment before he started.
Sure enough, Harry sat down on his student's back, and counted off each
and every last push-up.
Sirius was faintly annoyed, weren't they worried for Ginny's safety?
Even the slightest bit?
Another five minutes passed before the redhead finally began to stir, a
good forty five minutes after the time Harry had expected her to be up.
Glassy, solid white eyes stared out of their sockets, peering around
curiously.
He'd never seen a Weapon with white eyes-- not even pupils!-- before.
How curious... She made a motion with one hand, and snickered a bit.
Sirius jumped, watching as the weave twisted in on itself, and Virginia
laughed louder.
"What's up with the Hyena?" Draco bit out, staring at the girl
curiously. Were those ruby-red feathers sticking up off her scalp? Like
her hair, they were short feathers; although the feathers were soft and
fluffy looking, her hair still looked as sharp and as pointy as ever.
Seeing as she, too, had lost those wonderful things known as cloths
during her first channeling, it was easy to see the changes. What
really hit Draco was the fact that he was looking at a naked female,
and not feeling anything. Not lust, not amusement, not embarrassment...
nothing. No wonder Harry was never interested in any one. Weapons
didn't appear to have a need to procreate.
Perhaps that was part of the reason they were changed into non-human
forms. They didn't have another person _anywhere_ who would match them,
and therefore, there was no reason to procreate and breed their
non-humanness out. Ouuu, new word, the power whispered gleefully in
Malfoy's ear.
Bugger Off, he snapped back at it, I'm trying to figure Weasley out!
Red and silver feathers cupped her breasts like a muggle bikini top,
curving around her hips and nether regions in much the same way as a
bikini bottom would. Feathers ran in a straight line down from the
center of her shoulder, through the center of her elbow and ruffled at
her wrists. A huge fan of red and silver feathers swished out from
behind her in a tail. Her face was a bit more angular, as well, with
sharp lines instead of the pudgy ones that had been there from clinging
baby-fat.
She almost looked like one of those Los Vegas Show Girls.
Almost, as her feet had become a set of wickedly powerful talons. Draco
was suddenly glad for his transformation. At least his body stayed
mostly the same. So his skin was a bit harder, considering most of it
was gleaming white scales, and his hands had extended into powerful
claws, and he had a tail, but at least he could still wear shoes.
Shoes, as his mother had drilled into him, were a very important part
of being an aristocrat. Even if one's robes always feel over the feet
and it was impossible to tell what one was wearing underneath. Narcissa
was strange like that.
"Who knows?" Potter muttered, noting that Virginia showed no reaction
to their words. A sinister smile spread across his face, and he wrapped
his fist in one of her tail feathers-- and yanked. Hard. She screeched
in pain, rising to her feet, talons sinking oddly into the ground.
Draco was now howling with laughter, a slight hiss added to it as the
air passed through his fangs, while Sirius looked pained, clamping his
ears to the sides of his head.
"HARRY!!"
---
Ron's head jerked up as he heard the oh-so-familiar tones of his sister
being pissed off. His heart leapt into his throat, and he barreled
through the underbrush of the Forbidden Forest, forgetting all about
the fact that dangerous animals lived in the forest.
What mattered was that he'd heard his sister, and she sounded pissed.
She'd also screamed his best friend's name, so he knew they had to be
together. With a red eyebrow twitching, he crunched plant after plant
in his wild rush to find the both of them.
Why did he have to worry about them??
---
Steaming, Ginny returned her attention to reality, and away from the
dancing spirits she'd been laughing at before. They had been putting on
a little show for her, and she'd been enjoying it, up until her
not-so-favorite teacher yanked her tail feathers and drew her away from
it.
Hmmm... tail feathers? She took a moment to inventory her changes,
completely ignoring the fact that she was naked before turning her
attention back to the man she planned on murdering twice over.
But he wasn't paying any attention to her. Instead, he was rummaging
through the bags he generally left out in his little experimental zone,
before popping up with whatever he'd been searching for.
Three leather bands.
Three leather bands, inscribed with familiar runes, they noted as he
laid the straps into their palms. He was smirking, "I did a little
research. The one who puts those on, can take them off. I suggest
channeling some of the Power through them, then putting them on
yourselves. It'll make passing for humans at Hogwarts easier."
Draco looked a bit surprised, but did as commanded, leaning over and
yanking a boot off in order to wrap the strap around his ankle. No
better place-- it couldn't accidentally come off when tied on down
there, now could it?
Sirius wrapped his loosely around his throat, in an imitation of his
godson. It wouldn't get lost if he wore it like a dog collar in his
animagus form.
Virginia was skeptical of hers, but eventually tied it around her
wrist. A charge of power running through them, and the wards activated.
It was a creepy feeling to feel ones self returning to a purely human
aspect. They could sense no change in their access to the reserves of
Power within them, and each resolved to ask Harry why he was
desperately wanted his removed if they didn't restrict power access.
Potter could read the question in their eyes, but felt it would be
better to notify Weasley that she needed to put some clothing on. With
a blink, she nodded, and was faintly irritated by her lack of ability
in summoning her clothing. Harry frowned, his senses telling him that
their visitor was coming upon them to quickly for them to bother with
waiting for Ginny to figure it out herself.
"Sirius, give her some clothing."
He nodded, twisting the weave and clothing her in a simple t-shirt and
a pair of draw-string pants. Virginia's hands flashed as she tied a
knot into the drawstring. She was already strapping her weapons back
into place, as Sirius and Draco had both already retrieved all of their
weapons.
Harry adopted his normal, "no, we're not doing _anything_ wrong,
Professor" stance, leaning against a tree, while Draco shifted off into
the shadows, not wanting to be seen with Potter, Black and Weasley.
Black on the other hand went to Snuffles, and settled down to look like
he'd been napping.
All of them ignored the fact that they were in the Forbidden Forest,
and that people didn't normally go into lethal situations with the
intent of "sleeping under the stars". That had been Harry's plan to use
as an excuse.
That plan was shot to hell when he realised who it was that had come
tearing into his warded clearing.
Ron Weasley, his once best friend.
Oh, _this_ would be fun to explain.
---
End Chapter
Now, to terroize my family by playing games until morning, ahahahahahahah!!
felt guilty over buying my brother three PS2 games within two weeks, and
then turning around and telling me I wasn't allowed to get a new game
until I finished Legend of Dragoon and Final Fantasy VIII. So, as she
was feeling guilty, and I was talking about going and buying the game I
wanted with my own money, she went up to her secret stashing place, and
brought out the game I wanted. Yay for me! Now she has to find me
something else to buy for Christmas ^____^
Phoenix Flight - No, no, no, Sirius is going to Russia with Remus, as
a mission for Dumbledore. It was mentioned a couple chapters back.
Slytherin Angel - *grins* I know lots of people like that. I'm one of them.
Harry Potter is far to intelligent to allow himself to become property
of The Itch.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Eighteen: Feathers
The Itch
---
"Why isn't Ginny up yet?"
Harry turned to face his godfather, and Draco accidentally dropped a
ball of pure plasma from where he'd been concentrating on sending it
flying this way and that-- Potter had created the ball and told Draco
that if he could have it still moving while there were distractions,
he'd be good enough to go onto the next level-- startled by the fact
that it was the first time anyone had spoken in the last ten minutes.
Sirius had been getting antsy-- the big ears that had been granted to
him as part of his transformation during his first experience
channeling were telling him that whoever had been running around
Hogwarts had finally entered the Forbidden Forest, and was managing to
head in a nearly straight line in their direction. He really didn't
want to be seen, even if he was half Fennec, and not likely to be
connected to Sirius Black.
Three years of being on the run will do that to a person.
"I've no idea," shrugged the green eyed lad, "She should have been up
at least a half hour ago. She reached the power before you did,
Padfoot."
"Think something went wrong?" mused the Malfoy, who wouldn't be all
that concerned if she had. One less Weasley, after all...
"Probably," hummed the boy, "And you dropped the plasma, Draco. Fifty
push-ups!" The gleefully malicious smile on his face made the
dragon-skinned boy groan, dropping down into push-up position and
awaiting the rest of the punishment before he started.
Sure enough, Harry sat down on his student's back, and counted off each
and every last push-up.
Sirius was faintly annoyed, weren't they worried for Ginny's safety?
Even the slightest bit?
Another five minutes passed before the redhead finally began to stir, a
good forty five minutes after the time Harry had expected her to be up.
Glassy, solid white eyes stared out of their sockets, peering around
curiously.
He'd never seen a Weapon with white eyes-- not even pupils!-- before.
How curious... She made a motion with one hand, and snickered a bit.
Sirius jumped, watching as the weave twisted in on itself, and Virginia
laughed louder.
"What's up with the Hyena?" Draco bit out, staring at the girl
curiously. Were those ruby-red feathers sticking up off her scalp? Like
her hair, they were short feathers; although the feathers were soft and
fluffy looking, her hair still looked as sharp and as pointy as ever.
Seeing as she, too, had lost those wonderful things known as cloths
during her first channeling, it was easy to see the changes. What
really hit Draco was the fact that he was looking at a naked female,
and not feeling anything. Not lust, not amusement, not embarrassment...
nothing. No wonder Harry was never interested in any one. Weapons
didn't appear to have a need to procreate.
Perhaps that was part of the reason they were changed into non-human
forms. They didn't have another person _anywhere_ who would match them,
and therefore, there was no reason to procreate and breed their
non-humanness out. Ouuu, new word, the power whispered gleefully in
Malfoy's ear.
Bugger Off, he snapped back at it, I'm trying to figure Weasley out!
Red and silver feathers cupped her breasts like a muggle bikini top,
curving around her hips and nether regions in much the same way as a
bikini bottom would. Feathers ran in a straight line down from the
center of her shoulder, through the center of her elbow and ruffled at
her wrists. A huge fan of red and silver feathers swished out from
behind her in a tail. Her face was a bit more angular, as well, with
sharp lines instead of the pudgy ones that had been there from clinging
baby-fat.
She almost looked like one of those Los Vegas Show Girls.
Almost, as her feet had become a set of wickedly powerful talons. Draco
was suddenly glad for his transformation. At least his body stayed
mostly the same. So his skin was a bit harder, considering most of it
was gleaming white scales, and his hands had extended into powerful
claws, and he had a tail, but at least he could still wear shoes.
Shoes, as his mother had drilled into him, were a very important part
of being an aristocrat. Even if one's robes always feel over the feet
and it was impossible to tell what one was wearing underneath. Narcissa
was strange like that.
"Who knows?" Potter muttered, noting that Virginia showed no reaction
to their words. A sinister smile spread across his face, and he wrapped
his fist in one of her tail feathers-- and yanked. Hard. She screeched
in pain, rising to her feet, talons sinking oddly into the ground.
Draco was now howling with laughter, a slight hiss added to it as the
air passed through his fangs, while Sirius looked pained, clamping his
ears to the sides of his head.
"HARRY!!"
---
Ron's head jerked up as he heard the oh-so-familiar tones of his sister
being pissed off. His heart leapt into his throat, and he barreled
through the underbrush of the Forbidden Forest, forgetting all about
the fact that dangerous animals lived in the forest.
What mattered was that he'd heard his sister, and she sounded pissed.
She'd also screamed his best friend's name, so he knew they had to be
together. With a red eyebrow twitching, he crunched plant after plant
in his wild rush to find the both of them.
Why did he have to worry about them??
---
Steaming, Ginny returned her attention to reality, and away from the
dancing spirits she'd been laughing at before. They had been putting on
a little show for her, and she'd been enjoying it, up until her
not-so-favorite teacher yanked her tail feathers and drew her away from
it.
Hmmm... tail feathers? She took a moment to inventory her changes,
completely ignoring the fact that she was naked before turning her
attention back to the man she planned on murdering twice over.
But he wasn't paying any attention to her. Instead, he was rummaging
through the bags he generally left out in his little experimental zone,
before popping up with whatever he'd been searching for.
Three leather bands.
Three leather bands, inscribed with familiar runes, they noted as he
laid the straps into their palms. He was smirking, "I did a little
research. The one who puts those on, can take them off. I suggest
channeling some of the Power through them, then putting them on
yourselves. It'll make passing for humans at Hogwarts easier."
Draco looked a bit surprised, but did as commanded, leaning over and
yanking a boot off in order to wrap the strap around his ankle. No
better place-- it couldn't accidentally come off when tied on down
there, now could it?
Sirius wrapped his loosely around his throat, in an imitation of his
godson. It wouldn't get lost if he wore it like a dog collar in his
animagus form.
Virginia was skeptical of hers, but eventually tied it around her
wrist. A charge of power running through them, and the wards activated.
It was a creepy feeling to feel ones self returning to a purely human
aspect. They could sense no change in their access to the reserves of
Power within them, and each resolved to ask Harry why he was
desperately wanted his removed if they didn't restrict power access.
Potter could read the question in their eyes, but felt it would be
better to notify Weasley that she needed to put some clothing on. With
a blink, she nodded, and was faintly irritated by her lack of ability
in summoning her clothing. Harry frowned, his senses telling him that
their visitor was coming upon them to quickly for them to bother with
waiting for Ginny to figure it out herself.
"Sirius, give her some clothing."
He nodded, twisting the weave and clothing her in a simple t-shirt and
a pair of draw-string pants. Virginia's hands flashed as she tied a
knot into the drawstring. She was already strapping her weapons back
into place, as Sirius and Draco had both already retrieved all of their
weapons.
Harry adopted his normal, "no, we're not doing _anything_ wrong,
Professor" stance, leaning against a tree, while Draco shifted off into
the shadows, not wanting to be seen with Potter, Black and Weasley.
Black on the other hand went to Snuffles, and settled down to look like
he'd been napping.
All of them ignored the fact that they were in the Forbidden Forest,
and that people didn't normally go into lethal situations with the
intent of "sleeping under the stars". That had been Harry's plan to use
as an excuse.
That plan was shot to hell when he realised who it was that had come
tearing into his warded clearing.
Ron Weasley, his once best friend.
Oh, _this_ would be fun to explain.
---
End Chapter
Now, to terroize my family by playing games until morning, ahahahahahahah!!