I fell asleep while typing this, s'why it's going up later than normal.
SilverYoukai - I like H/D, too, it's just not gunna happen in this fic.
*pauses* I think it's because I couldn't actually decide on couples.
Well, that and romance is not a thing easily written. That's probably
why Mein Kaiser is so fucked over. And why it hasn't been posted on
FF.net yet. :P
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-One: Reactions
The Itch
---
For approximately twenty seconds, there was silence.
Then Draco stood, slamming both palms against the surface of the
Slytherin House table, hard enough to make the plates all along it
jump. His eyes were all but glowing with pure, silver, elderich power,
meticulously gelled hair snapping free of it's "restraints" and lashing
wildly about his head. His robes snapped dangerously around him, to
such a point that it actually lashed Pansy Parkinson's face with such
force that it left a bleeding cut.
"Longbottom _dies_."
Collectively, the residents of Hogwarts began to edge away from the
glowing boy, although Harry ignored the spectacle, "Sit _down_, Draco."
Those burning silver eyes turned to meet icy cold steel irises. Malfoy
deflated a bit, cowed by the stern look in his instructor's face,
before noting the tiny, malicious smirk that graced said teenager's
mouth. Harry was planning something, he just knew it.
Without any fanfare, Potter stood, his own cloak swirling majestically
around him as he drifted away from his seat towards the exit. He'd
eaten enough-- if he wanted more, he could always ask Dobby. Although
he paused when standing directly behind Neville. He carefully blanked
his face of all emotion.
And then, he hissed in parseltongue, "Draco is the least of your
worries."
---
The rest of the fifth year girls didn't understand why Virginia
couldn't stop laughing. Well, she'd stop, someone would ask her to
share the joke, and she'd just start up again. Oh this was rich! Harry
got himself into this mess, she'd love to see him get out of it.
Although, that didn't seem to be likely, her thoughts turned sour as
the Spirits gave her notice that, once again, Ron was lurking nearby.
Ever since that incident in the Forbidden Forest a few nights earlier,
Ron had not left his sister alone. It was seriously getting on her
nerves, to know that he was hiding, and watching her, even when she
went to take a piss.
Quite frankly, she was surprised she hadn't strangled him yet. Or, even
better, laid into him with her M60. Although... she'd end up having to
heal him of his wounds so as not to get in trouble, and then she'd have
to explain her extracurricular lessons with Harry. Then she'd have to
deal with Ron whining about not being asked, and then her brother going
to inform Dumbledore.
Which would be a bad thing. Albus wasn't allowed to know exactly who
was a Weapon and who was just getting magic tips from Harry until
crunch time. Weapon had stressed that in one of her very first lessons
in the How To Be A Wizard-Weapon course Harry had "designed". Hah!
Professor Wolfos designed it, more likely, she scoffed internally.
After a few more minutes of calming her breathing, she stood without so
much as a word to her dorm mates, and strode over to the door that lead
out into the hall.
Allowing her most annoyed look to cross her face, she swung open the
door. Ron tumbled in from where he'd been pressed against the door
listening to their conversation.
"Brother-dearest..." she growled, "...What praytell, do you think
you're doing?"
The youngest of the male Weasley's swallowed nervously, staring up into
his sister's icy eyes. With her hair still only a couple centimeters
long, and sticking straight up, she managed a truly evil look. This
would not be fun...
Harry, he groused mentally, this is all _your_ fault!
---
And finally, Halloween Night fell. Traditionally speaking, Fifth Years
and Up had a separate party, so as not to get the younger kids drunk or
high on shions by accident. Or perhaps, not by accident, but just as a
joke. Either way, Dumbledore had long since declared that there would
be two celebrations, just to prevent that from ever happening.
That didn't prevent the older students from doing all that stuff by
themselves, but it at least kept them from harming the younger students
during their "immortal days".
Harry and Draco were specifically planning to scare the so-called
teenager immortality out of everyone. Not to mention give a whole new
meaning to the wizarding version of All Hallows Eve.
Potter was already within the room hosting the party-- the Great Hall
being used for the younger years-- leaning against the wall and
perfecting his imitation of Weapon. The only thing that set him apart
from his "other half" was the fact that Harry had green eyes. Appearing
to be stoically watching the party-goers, he was instead using the
small amount of the mostly sealed power of the Weapons he could access
to watch Malfoy's progress from the doors, where he'd entered with a
group of Slytherin Seventh Years. He was under his mother's
invisibility cloak, and what Harry saw was not really seeing at all. He
was feeling the emanations of power leaking from him.
Draco had yet to fully understand how to control his own abilities.
Finally, he'd come to a halt directly in the center of the room, a
gleeful smile crossing his lips as he realized Neville happened to be
standing not three feet away from him. Ouuu, this would be _fun_.
"Now," Harry hissed to himself, eyes locked on the form hidden behind
the cloak in the middle of the room. The other sixteen year old could
not possibly have heard him, but turned slightly to stare directly at
him. Harry nodded, and Draco snickered quietly.
Even that quiet snicker caught Neville's attention, and the
easily-terrified Gryffindor started searching about him. Draco's lips
quirked, and he curled his fingers into the fabric of the cloak. He'd
removed his warding band from around his ankle prior to arriving, so
what they would be seeing was the all new, natural Draco.
He _still_ didn't want to be doing this, but preventing himself from
having to clear Potter's name was one of the highest priorities in his
mind. He was, after all, a Malfoy.
With a sickening grin, he swept the cloak off, tucking it into a pocket
within his silvery white Chinese silk robes. They went with his new,
silvery white scales, which was the reason he'd chosen them. Neville
started to stutter.
"Boo," hissed the draconian Draco, the spines that had once been his
hair flaring up around his head. It was an effect decided upon by The
Voice, that for once, Draco agreed with.
Neville screamed, and was very quickly joined by a number of other
people as they saw the glowing silver irises, diamond scaled hide,
clawed fingers and fangs to make a vampire jealous. Draco was having a
lovely time, basking in their screams.
---
End Chapter
It sucks. I was actually fully awake when I wrote half this chapter, so
if it doesn't match the way the rest of the chapters are written, blame
it on that.
SilverYoukai - I like H/D, too, it's just not gunna happen in this fic.
*pauses* I think it's because I couldn't actually decide on couples.
Well, that and romance is not a thing easily written. That's probably
why Mein Kaiser is so fucked over. And why it hasn't been posted on
FF.net yet. :P
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-One: Reactions
The Itch
---
For approximately twenty seconds, there was silence.
Then Draco stood, slamming both palms against the surface of the
Slytherin House table, hard enough to make the plates all along it
jump. His eyes were all but glowing with pure, silver, elderich power,
meticulously gelled hair snapping free of it's "restraints" and lashing
wildly about his head. His robes snapped dangerously around him, to
such a point that it actually lashed Pansy Parkinson's face with such
force that it left a bleeding cut.
"Longbottom _dies_."
Collectively, the residents of Hogwarts began to edge away from the
glowing boy, although Harry ignored the spectacle, "Sit _down_, Draco."
Those burning silver eyes turned to meet icy cold steel irises. Malfoy
deflated a bit, cowed by the stern look in his instructor's face,
before noting the tiny, malicious smirk that graced said teenager's
mouth. Harry was planning something, he just knew it.
Without any fanfare, Potter stood, his own cloak swirling majestically
around him as he drifted away from his seat towards the exit. He'd
eaten enough-- if he wanted more, he could always ask Dobby. Although
he paused when standing directly behind Neville. He carefully blanked
his face of all emotion.
And then, he hissed in parseltongue, "Draco is the least of your
worries."
---
The rest of the fifth year girls didn't understand why Virginia
couldn't stop laughing. Well, she'd stop, someone would ask her to
share the joke, and she'd just start up again. Oh this was rich! Harry
got himself into this mess, she'd love to see him get out of it.
Although, that didn't seem to be likely, her thoughts turned sour as
the Spirits gave her notice that, once again, Ron was lurking nearby.
Ever since that incident in the Forbidden Forest a few nights earlier,
Ron had not left his sister alone. It was seriously getting on her
nerves, to know that he was hiding, and watching her, even when she
went to take a piss.
Quite frankly, she was surprised she hadn't strangled him yet. Or, even
better, laid into him with her M60. Although... she'd end up having to
heal him of his wounds so as not to get in trouble, and then she'd have
to explain her extracurricular lessons with Harry. Then she'd have to
deal with Ron whining about not being asked, and then her brother going
to inform Dumbledore.
Which would be a bad thing. Albus wasn't allowed to know exactly who
was a Weapon and who was just getting magic tips from Harry until
crunch time. Weapon had stressed that in one of her very first lessons
in the How To Be A Wizard-Weapon course Harry had "designed". Hah!
Professor Wolfos designed it, more likely, she scoffed internally.
After a few more minutes of calming her breathing, she stood without so
much as a word to her dorm mates, and strode over to the door that lead
out into the hall.
Allowing her most annoyed look to cross her face, she swung open the
door. Ron tumbled in from where he'd been pressed against the door
listening to their conversation.
"Brother-dearest..." she growled, "...What praytell, do you think
you're doing?"
The youngest of the male Weasley's swallowed nervously, staring up into
his sister's icy eyes. With her hair still only a couple centimeters
long, and sticking straight up, she managed a truly evil look. This
would not be fun...
Harry, he groused mentally, this is all _your_ fault!
---
And finally, Halloween Night fell. Traditionally speaking, Fifth Years
and Up had a separate party, so as not to get the younger kids drunk or
high on shions by accident. Or perhaps, not by accident, but just as a
joke. Either way, Dumbledore had long since declared that there would
be two celebrations, just to prevent that from ever happening.
That didn't prevent the older students from doing all that stuff by
themselves, but it at least kept them from harming the younger students
during their "immortal days".
Harry and Draco were specifically planning to scare the so-called
teenager immortality out of everyone. Not to mention give a whole new
meaning to the wizarding version of All Hallows Eve.
Potter was already within the room hosting the party-- the Great Hall
being used for the younger years-- leaning against the wall and
perfecting his imitation of Weapon. The only thing that set him apart
from his "other half" was the fact that Harry had green eyes. Appearing
to be stoically watching the party-goers, he was instead using the
small amount of the mostly sealed power of the Weapons he could access
to watch Malfoy's progress from the doors, where he'd entered with a
group of Slytherin Seventh Years. He was under his mother's
invisibility cloak, and what Harry saw was not really seeing at all. He
was feeling the emanations of power leaking from him.
Draco had yet to fully understand how to control his own abilities.
Finally, he'd come to a halt directly in the center of the room, a
gleeful smile crossing his lips as he realized Neville happened to be
standing not three feet away from him. Ouuu, this would be _fun_.
"Now," Harry hissed to himself, eyes locked on the form hidden behind
the cloak in the middle of the room. The other sixteen year old could
not possibly have heard him, but turned slightly to stare directly at
him. Harry nodded, and Draco snickered quietly.
Even that quiet snicker caught Neville's attention, and the
easily-terrified Gryffindor started searching about him. Draco's lips
quirked, and he curled his fingers into the fabric of the cloak. He'd
removed his warding band from around his ankle prior to arriving, so
what they would be seeing was the all new, natural Draco.
He _still_ didn't want to be doing this, but preventing himself from
having to clear Potter's name was one of the highest priorities in his
mind. He was, after all, a Malfoy.
With a sickening grin, he swept the cloak off, tucking it into a pocket
within his silvery white Chinese silk robes. They went with his new,
silvery white scales, which was the reason he'd chosen them. Neville
started to stutter.
"Boo," hissed the draconian Draco, the spines that had once been his
hair flaring up around his head. It was an effect decided upon by The
Voice, that for once, Draco agreed with.
Neville screamed, and was very quickly joined by a number of other
people as they saw the glowing silver irises, diamond scaled hide,
clawed fingers and fangs to make a vampire jealous. Draco was having a
lovely time, basking in their screams.
---
End Chapter
It sucks. I was actually fully awake when I wrote half this chapter, so
if it doesn't match the way the rest of the chapters are written, blame
it on that.