Gods above, I hate writing on this damned laptop.
Those of you wondering, the explanation can be found at my groupie
thing Leigh set up. She said something about have a group she never
used anymore, set it up so I could use it as a mailing list, and
somehow managed to lock herself out of it ^______^
The group is located at http://groups.yahoo.com/groups/kagenoshi/
Oh, for those of you who don't know Japanese, kagenoshi separates to
kage no shi -- or Death of Shadows. Leigh was going for Shadow of
death, but she hadn't exactly figured out how the Japanese language
worked by that point (shadow of death would have been shinokage).
Wow! Two Hundred Reviews. I am _so_ rubbing this in Leigh's face!
(The most she's gotten on one of her fics was 86 reviews)
Potter and Crew are property of JK Rowling, and it's highly unlikely
that the Itch will ever be her.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-Two: Fighting
The Itch
---
Oh the screams...
Such beautiful screams...
Tom Riddle blinked a few times, turning to face the writhing tongues of
flame that filled the fireplace that had been empty until a few mere
minutes ago.
"What screams?"
It was kind of annoying, actually. For the last little while, he had
been hearing about sadistic training and screams, but... wasn't _he_
the one who usually did that? And he hadn't done any torturing outside
of his little business. He was laying low.
The flames formed strange shapes, although a shadowy pair of eyes
opening in the heart of the flame was most unusual.
Young ones...
"Children screaming?" he perked up cheerfully, "Muggles?"
Wizards...
"Oh... not as much fun," he frowned, "Who's doing the torturing?"
He got the distinct impression that the fire was laughing at him as it
refused to tell him. Stupid fire.
---
Draco felt a gleeful rush as he began to do his practiced 'I am a
maniacal bastard' laugh. More screams joined the cataphoney in the
room, although several seventh years had drawn their wands, aiming them
at the frightening visage of the draconic youth. It didn't matter. The
Power was strong.
"Stupefy!" shouted one Gryffindor seventh year, to which Draco laughed
louder. The Voice whispered to him, told him how to build a shield and
block the spell in mere instants. But he didn't block it.
He reflected it.
The rebounded spell twirled, catching a fifth year Slytherin squarely
in the chest. The results were predictable.
Again, more screams, as the other seventh years fired off a number of
other spells, but none were quite powerful enough to break the shield.
It still buckled at the number-- he was still learning to manipulate
the tsunami wave that filled him-- but it held. If he was facing one of
the Professors, he doubted it would hold, but it was strong enough to
battle other students.
Draco was having a fine time, up until someone grabbed Harry and yanked
him out of the shadows, and everyone else hid behind him. Malfoy wanted
to wince, but he also didn't want to destroy his all to awesome effect
on people.
"Harry!" yelped Lavender Brown, "Save us!"
The sparkling emerald eyes staring into his own clearly stated 'play
along, or you will be in big trouble'. Again, Draco really, really,
really didn't want to have the psychopathic green-eyed not-safe Harry
ready to kill him. Or even maim him. He was way more viscous than the
silver-eyed Harry, who methodically tortured one.
"Think you can stop me?" Draco hissed in his best 'evil-doer' voice. He
really hoped no one could recognize his voice, "Your little _friends_
couldn't." The scaled youth figured the fangs causing the slight lisp
in his voice would help to hide him.
"They're not me," Harry grinned sadistically-- the other students were
behind him and couldn't see it-- withdrawing his wand from his sleeve.
Then Harry was stepping forwards, whipping his wand in the classical
'spell casting' movements, although not speaking a word. His lips would
move, like he was whispering the spell, yet there were no words.
He was just putting on a show, after all.
Eyes glowing with malicious glee, Harry cursed, like his spells weren't
working, tucked his wand back into his sleeve. Then he hit Draco with
both fists flying.
"Shit!" cursed the spine-scalped youth as he hit the ground on his
back. Feet came up to catch Potter in the gut, and sent him flying.
Harry righted himself in mid air, dropping down to a perfect three
point landing, then flinging himself forwards yet again.
And again they clashed, arms and legs flashing as they kicked and
pushed, snarled and spat, bit and clawed.
The students were wide-eyed as they witnessed the battle, but none of
them really noticed the gleeful looks on the faces of both boys as they
physically duked it out in a wild clash. With their hands flying so
quickly, the watching wizards never noticed the flickers of various
knives and daggers as they brought weapons into the battle.
Aside from one.
Virginia did not look amused as the pair traded blows in the middle of
the party. In fact, so annoyed was she at their ruining of the party--
she was using the time to attempt to get caught up on the gossip around
Hogwarts-- that she decided to take a little revenge.
Eyes hazing over, irises fading to a paler shade than her natural, she
shifted her view over into the realm of spirits. To her annoyance, she
found them watching the fight. In fact, one of them appeared to be
taking bets on who would win.
Muttering faint obscenities, she called one over to her side, and asked
the translucent emerald sprite to tell one of the ghosts to bring a
Professor to the room. Then she'd see how "interesting" this fight was.
How dare they not tell her they were going to do this! She'd wanted in
on it!
Well, _next_ time they'd invite her!
---
End Chapter
Like I said, I really hate typing on this laptop, so this chapter's
about half a page, maybe a page, shorter than normal. Sorry.
Those of you wondering, the explanation can be found at my groupie
thing Leigh set up. She said something about have a group she never
used anymore, set it up so I could use it as a mailing list, and
somehow managed to lock herself out of it ^______^
The group is located at http://groups.yahoo.com/groups/kagenoshi/
Oh, for those of you who don't know Japanese, kagenoshi separates to
kage no shi -- or Death of Shadows. Leigh was going for Shadow of
death, but she hadn't exactly figured out how the Japanese language
worked by that point (shadow of death would have been shinokage).
Wow! Two Hundred Reviews. I am _so_ rubbing this in Leigh's face!
(The most she's gotten on one of her fics was 86 reviews)
Potter and Crew are property of JK Rowling, and it's highly unlikely
that the Itch will ever be her.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-Two: Fighting
The Itch
---
Oh the screams...
Such beautiful screams...
Tom Riddle blinked a few times, turning to face the writhing tongues of
flame that filled the fireplace that had been empty until a few mere
minutes ago.
"What screams?"
It was kind of annoying, actually. For the last little while, he had
been hearing about sadistic training and screams, but... wasn't _he_
the one who usually did that? And he hadn't done any torturing outside
of his little business. He was laying low.
The flames formed strange shapes, although a shadowy pair of eyes
opening in the heart of the flame was most unusual.
Young ones...
"Children screaming?" he perked up cheerfully, "Muggles?"
Wizards...
"Oh... not as much fun," he frowned, "Who's doing the torturing?"
He got the distinct impression that the fire was laughing at him as it
refused to tell him. Stupid fire.
---
Draco felt a gleeful rush as he began to do his practiced 'I am a
maniacal bastard' laugh. More screams joined the cataphoney in the
room, although several seventh years had drawn their wands, aiming them
at the frightening visage of the draconic youth. It didn't matter. The
Power was strong.
"Stupefy!" shouted one Gryffindor seventh year, to which Draco laughed
louder. The Voice whispered to him, told him how to build a shield and
block the spell in mere instants. But he didn't block it.
He reflected it.
The rebounded spell twirled, catching a fifth year Slytherin squarely
in the chest. The results were predictable.
Again, more screams, as the other seventh years fired off a number of
other spells, but none were quite powerful enough to break the shield.
It still buckled at the number-- he was still learning to manipulate
the tsunami wave that filled him-- but it held. If he was facing one of
the Professors, he doubted it would hold, but it was strong enough to
battle other students.
Draco was having a fine time, up until someone grabbed Harry and yanked
him out of the shadows, and everyone else hid behind him. Malfoy wanted
to wince, but he also didn't want to destroy his all to awesome effect
on people.
"Harry!" yelped Lavender Brown, "Save us!"
The sparkling emerald eyes staring into his own clearly stated 'play
along, or you will be in big trouble'. Again, Draco really, really,
really didn't want to have the psychopathic green-eyed not-safe Harry
ready to kill him. Or even maim him. He was way more viscous than the
silver-eyed Harry, who methodically tortured one.
"Think you can stop me?" Draco hissed in his best 'evil-doer' voice. He
really hoped no one could recognize his voice, "Your little _friends_
couldn't." The scaled youth figured the fangs causing the slight lisp
in his voice would help to hide him.
"They're not me," Harry grinned sadistically-- the other students were
behind him and couldn't see it-- withdrawing his wand from his sleeve.
Then Harry was stepping forwards, whipping his wand in the classical
'spell casting' movements, although not speaking a word. His lips would
move, like he was whispering the spell, yet there were no words.
He was just putting on a show, after all.
Eyes glowing with malicious glee, Harry cursed, like his spells weren't
working, tucked his wand back into his sleeve. Then he hit Draco with
both fists flying.
"Shit!" cursed the spine-scalped youth as he hit the ground on his
back. Feet came up to catch Potter in the gut, and sent him flying.
Harry righted himself in mid air, dropping down to a perfect three
point landing, then flinging himself forwards yet again.
And again they clashed, arms and legs flashing as they kicked and
pushed, snarled and spat, bit and clawed.
The students were wide-eyed as they witnessed the battle, but none of
them really noticed the gleeful looks on the faces of both boys as they
physically duked it out in a wild clash. With their hands flying so
quickly, the watching wizards never noticed the flickers of various
knives and daggers as they brought weapons into the battle.
Aside from one.
Virginia did not look amused as the pair traded blows in the middle of
the party. In fact, so annoyed was she at their ruining of the party--
she was using the time to attempt to get caught up on the gossip around
Hogwarts-- that she decided to take a little revenge.
Eyes hazing over, irises fading to a paler shade than her natural, she
shifted her view over into the realm of spirits. To her annoyance, she
found them watching the fight. In fact, one of them appeared to be
taking bets on who would win.
Muttering faint obscenities, she called one over to her side, and asked
the translucent emerald sprite to tell one of the ghosts to bring a
Professor to the room. Then she'd see how "interesting" this fight was.
How dare they not tell her they were going to do this! She'd wanted in
on it!
Well, _next_ time they'd invite her!
---
End Chapter
Like I said, I really hate typing on this laptop, so this chapter's
about half a page, maybe a page, shorter than normal. Sorry.