" what the heck?! " - Er, I thought the fact that they were OOC was
kinda obvious. They've been OOC for oh... twenty-three chapters (not
including this one) by now.
Went and saw Treasure Planet today. Leigh dragged me out of the house
so I'd stop whining about my poor, poor computer. When I got back, my
father had fixed it, just so that he wouldn't have to listen to me rant
about his laptop. Go me!
Any ways, two things to say about TP-- if you haven't seen it, go see
it. It manages to stick to the book pretty well. And second... why did
Jim have to loose the cute little braid? *sniffles* I really liked that
braid, gave him character. And I want that solar thingy of his. The
not-quite snowboard with a sail and a jet engine.
It's tiring to repeat this but... Itch doesn't own Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-Four: Jailbreak
The Itch
---
It was surprising how much effort went into a plan to break someone out
of "jail".
First, they had to wait until everyone had gone to sleep. Then, they
had to creep though the halls-- not all that unusual for these two--
and not get caught. Third, they actually had to go into the dungeons.
Harry didn't normally go to the dungeons-- he made Draco come to him.
But Draco had been imprisoned in one of the dungeon classrooms behind
lots, and lots, and lots of wardings. Not that it would matter in the
end.
Because number four on the list of things to do was to break all those
wards.
So there they were, Harry and Ginny, slinking through the halls,
deliberately not using the Invisibility Cloak they had with them. Why
would they do that? Not nearly as much fun. At least, that's what the
two Weapons had convinced themselves.
They were also chatting between each other as they moved, "I should
have the first ward off in a few days."
"Really?" the redhead mused, although a bit sourly. She was still
pissed off about not being invited to join in on the fun of the fight
earlier that evening.
"Yeah," the green eyed Harry nodded cheerfully, "The one on my left
arm; The runes on it are just protection spells and the like. The power
suppression ones are on the right arm," here, he scowled, "And as soon
as _that_ one comes off...!"
She could get the picture. Dumbledore, Snape and McGongall were not
going to be in for a fun time of it, "What about the collar?"
He shrugged, "The spells on it can be unwoven once I get the wards off.
_It's_ not done with Merlin's Goddamned Squiggles," he grinned a bit
nastily, then, "But I've gone used to it. I _like_ my collar."
"You wanted it off only a few weeks ago!"
"I know," he shrugged, "but it makes for a rather nifty weapon, don't
you think?"
"I... suppose..."
They would have continued to discuss the merits of wearing a leather
collar with a steel length of chain nearly five feet long attached to
it, when another voice reached their ears. Both immediately hushed, and
fell into 'stealth' mode. Harry's eyes bled to Weapon's calm steel, and
Virginia's left eye hazed over so that she was seeing both the real
world and the spirit world at the same time.
It was a trick she'd learned the night before, but had yet to fully
perfect it. She'd only be able to hold the state for ten minutes before
needed to rest.
"It _must_ be a dark creature!" McGonagall hissed through clenched
teeth, as they pair sidled up to the corner, "Just look at it!"
"Where's Wolfos? Or Hagrid?" was Madam Pomfrey's response, "Either one
could tell us..."
"Busy, and sleeping," snorted Snape's harsh, biting tone, "How did it
get in here?"
"It's probably a spy for You-Who-Know!" Sprout put in.
The two teenagers looked at each other with hiked eyebrows. Were all
the professors out there? Perhaps. They were both going to have a
wonderful time of it teasing Draco about being an 'it'.
Hooch's voice interjected, "Even if it is, _I've_ never seen anything
like it!"
"I would have thought it was a veela," Flitwick sighed, "But I _do_
happen to know what one looks like, and that is _not_ a veela."
"But what _is_ it?" wondered Dumbledore, who was outright confused.
What in the world was this creature? Why hadn't he ever seen one
before? How in the world did he miss it coming into the school?
At his question, the other teachers feel silent. How indeed?
Tired of listening to them run in circles trying to figure out what was
going on, Weapon finally pulled out the Invisibility Cloak that had
been his father's. Draping it about himself and his female protégée,
the pair slipped past the teachers, managing to keep Weapon from
reverting to Harry until they had gotten out of the corridor that the
teachers were conversing in.
Once around the corner, Weapon shifted, and Harry snickered, "What
idiots."
"They don't know about the Living Weapons," Virginia responded dryly as
she fell out of her half-and-half state, and ended up panting for
breath, "Now, where's 'it'?"
"I! Am! Male!" barked a voice from behind one of the doors, and the two
Weapons grinned. They'd located Draco.
Drawing their wands, the two went to work either canceling or just
reversing the spells and wards that were meant to keep Draco in.
Virginia wondered why Draco hadn't broken himself out with the Power--
up until the door swung open, and Dragonic-Draco tumbled out, dropping
to his knees and hugging Potter around the waist,
"Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-
Thankyou-Thankyou--Voice was getting bloody annoying!"
Harry blinked down for a few minutes, then pouted, "I need a gunblade.
This scene just wouldn't look right unless I was beating you off with a
gunblade."
Neither pureblood caught the reference, and Harry once again reaffirmed
the need to introduce the pair to video games. Like all the Final
Fantasies. And maybe Kingdom Hearts. Hmmm, they needed to play some
Street Fighter and King of Fighters...
Things to think about for another day. He'd file using his parent's
money for buying gaming console as Christmas presents to the back of
his mind for now.
Draco had finally let go, climbing to his feet and dusting himself off,
"Did you bring my ward?"
Virginia tossed it to him, along with the Stallion Blades, "Picked
these up on our way down."
Grateful, Draco snapped the blades into place, then re-wrapped the ward
around his ankle. A pulse of Power through it, and he found himself
back into his fully human form. A twist of the power and he was dressed
in robes once again-- although it took nearly five minutes for the
clothing to fully appear.
No one was as good at making clothing as Sirius was.
The sound of footsteps approaching had the three scrambling, and they
barely managed to cram all three of them into a corner, draping the
cloak over their crouched forms to hide.
"IT'S ESCAPED!" screeched Sprout, alongside Snape's rather colorful
cursing. Ginny rolled her eyes at the fact that both Draco and Harry
had pulled out writing utensils and some paper to scratch the curses
down on. Boys.
They ended up crouched there for several hours as the teachers prowled
the school-- so long that all three eventually fell asleep in their
cramped, jumbled positions, the silvery-soft fabric of the Cloak
securely draped over all three of them. It had been a long night.
---
End Chapter
And End of the Pranking/Fighting Adventure. Hopefully, now I'll get
back to the plot. And I know what you're thinking. Plot? What Plot? But
this is no PWP! No, not at all. Do you see any sex? No? There you go!
kinda obvious. They've been OOC for oh... twenty-three chapters (not
including this one) by now.
Went and saw Treasure Planet today. Leigh dragged me out of the house
so I'd stop whining about my poor, poor computer. When I got back, my
father had fixed it, just so that he wouldn't have to listen to me rant
about his laptop. Go me!
Any ways, two things to say about TP-- if you haven't seen it, go see
it. It manages to stick to the book pretty well. And second... why did
Jim have to loose the cute little braid? *sniffles* I really liked that
braid, gave him character. And I want that solar thingy of his. The
not-quite snowboard with a sail and a jet engine.
It's tiring to repeat this but... Itch doesn't own Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-Four: Jailbreak
The Itch
---
It was surprising how much effort went into a plan to break someone out
of "jail".
First, they had to wait until everyone had gone to sleep. Then, they
had to creep though the halls-- not all that unusual for these two--
and not get caught. Third, they actually had to go into the dungeons.
Harry didn't normally go to the dungeons-- he made Draco come to him.
But Draco had been imprisoned in one of the dungeon classrooms behind
lots, and lots, and lots of wardings. Not that it would matter in the
end.
Because number four on the list of things to do was to break all those
wards.
So there they were, Harry and Ginny, slinking through the halls,
deliberately not using the Invisibility Cloak they had with them. Why
would they do that? Not nearly as much fun. At least, that's what the
two Weapons had convinced themselves.
They were also chatting between each other as they moved, "I should
have the first ward off in a few days."
"Really?" the redhead mused, although a bit sourly. She was still
pissed off about not being invited to join in on the fun of the fight
earlier that evening.
"Yeah," the green eyed Harry nodded cheerfully, "The one on my left
arm; The runes on it are just protection spells and the like. The power
suppression ones are on the right arm," here, he scowled, "And as soon
as _that_ one comes off...!"
She could get the picture. Dumbledore, Snape and McGongall were not
going to be in for a fun time of it, "What about the collar?"
He shrugged, "The spells on it can be unwoven once I get the wards off.
_It's_ not done with Merlin's Goddamned Squiggles," he grinned a bit
nastily, then, "But I've gone used to it. I _like_ my collar."
"You wanted it off only a few weeks ago!"
"I know," he shrugged, "but it makes for a rather nifty weapon, don't
you think?"
"I... suppose..."
They would have continued to discuss the merits of wearing a leather
collar with a steel length of chain nearly five feet long attached to
it, when another voice reached their ears. Both immediately hushed, and
fell into 'stealth' mode. Harry's eyes bled to Weapon's calm steel, and
Virginia's left eye hazed over so that she was seeing both the real
world and the spirit world at the same time.
It was a trick she'd learned the night before, but had yet to fully
perfect it. She'd only be able to hold the state for ten minutes before
needed to rest.
"It _must_ be a dark creature!" McGonagall hissed through clenched
teeth, as they pair sidled up to the corner, "Just look at it!"
"Where's Wolfos? Or Hagrid?" was Madam Pomfrey's response, "Either one
could tell us..."
"Busy, and sleeping," snorted Snape's harsh, biting tone, "How did it
get in here?"
"It's probably a spy for You-Who-Know!" Sprout put in.
The two teenagers looked at each other with hiked eyebrows. Were all
the professors out there? Perhaps. They were both going to have a
wonderful time of it teasing Draco about being an 'it'.
Hooch's voice interjected, "Even if it is, _I've_ never seen anything
like it!"
"I would have thought it was a veela," Flitwick sighed, "But I _do_
happen to know what one looks like, and that is _not_ a veela."
"But what _is_ it?" wondered Dumbledore, who was outright confused.
What in the world was this creature? Why hadn't he ever seen one
before? How in the world did he miss it coming into the school?
At his question, the other teachers feel silent. How indeed?
Tired of listening to them run in circles trying to figure out what was
going on, Weapon finally pulled out the Invisibility Cloak that had
been his father's. Draping it about himself and his female protégée,
the pair slipped past the teachers, managing to keep Weapon from
reverting to Harry until they had gotten out of the corridor that the
teachers were conversing in.
Once around the corner, Weapon shifted, and Harry snickered, "What
idiots."
"They don't know about the Living Weapons," Virginia responded dryly as
she fell out of her half-and-half state, and ended up panting for
breath, "Now, where's 'it'?"
"I! Am! Male!" barked a voice from behind one of the doors, and the two
Weapons grinned. They'd located Draco.
Drawing their wands, the two went to work either canceling or just
reversing the spells and wards that were meant to keep Draco in.
Virginia wondered why Draco hadn't broken himself out with the Power--
up until the door swung open, and Dragonic-Draco tumbled out, dropping
to his knees and hugging Potter around the waist,
"Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-Thankyou-
Thankyou-Thankyou--Voice was getting bloody annoying!"
Harry blinked down for a few minutes, then pouted, "I need a gunblade.
This scene just wouldn't look right unless I was beating you off with a
gunblade."
Neither pureblood caught the reference, and Harry once again reaffirmed
the need to introduce the pair to video games. Like all the Final
Fantasies. And maybe Kingdom Hearts. Hmmm, they needed to play some
Street Fighter and King of Fighters...
Things to think about for another day. He'd file using his parent's
money for buying gaming console as Christmas presents to the back of
his mind for now.
Draco had finally let go, climbing to his feet and dusting himself off,
"Did you bring my ward?"
Virginia tossed it to him, along with the Stallion Blades, "Picked
these up on our way down."
Grateful, Draco snapped the blades into place, then re-wrapped the ward
around his ankle. A pulse of Power through it, and he found himself
back into his fully human form. A twist of the power and he was dressed
in robes once again-- although it took nearly five minutes for the
clothing to fully appear.
No one was as good at making clothing as Sirius was.
The sound of footsteps approaching had the three scrambling, and they
barely managed to cram all three of them into a corner, draping the
cloak over their crouched forms to hide.
"IT'S ESCAPED!" screeched Sprout, alongside Snape's rather colorful
cursing. Ginny rolled her eyes at the fact that both Draco and Harry
had pulled out writing utensils and some paper to scratch the curses
down on. Boys.
They ended up crouched there for several hours as the teachers prowled
the school-- so long that all three eventually fell asleep in their
cramped, jumbled positions, the silvery-soft fabric of the Cloak
securely draped over all three of them. It had been a long night.
---
End Chapter
And End of the Pranking/Fighting Adventure. Hopefully, now I'll get
back to the plot. And I know what you're thinking. Plot? What Plot? But
this is no PWP! No, not at all. Do you see any sex? No? There you go!