We've been attempting to install Windows 98 on my PC, so that I can at
least use some of my other programs. I can't even access my mht
documents. Right well pisses me off.
So, any ways, I'm back on my father's laptop. Maybe I can use this as
an excuse to get Leigh to take me to another movie ^____^
As for Dumbledore being able to see through the invisibility cloak...
well, if he can, we'll just say that the Spirits Ginny can talk to
distracted him. If not by being physically present, then by influencing
the physical realm.
I still don't own Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-Five: Discovery
The Itch
---
"Hey, It!"
There were several snickers from the Gryffindors as Harry cheerfully
greeted Draco as they gathered for Potions, awaiting Professor Snape's
arrival. It had been a couple weeks since what had become known as the
Halloween Incident. No one knew what the creature had been, or why
Harry had acted as a feral beast-- he'd given them all confused looks
and said that he couldn't remember anything past drawing his wand on
the "thing"-- on that All Hallow's Eve. All they knew was that the
silvery-white draconic figure had vanished almost exactly at midnight.
There were rumors about the creature having been a ghost of some
ancient creature having died on the grounds of Hogwarts, long before
the castle had ever been built. They were even going so far as to say
that it had died on Halloween, in a great cataclysmic battle against
some powerful foe. The spirit of the beast was supposedly cursed to
return to Hogwarts on the eve of it's death every century, according to
rumor.
As for Harry's "condition" during the fight, they supposed that it was
the beast's powerful foe, returned to do continuous battle with the
beast, until one or the other finally moved onto the final plane of
existence.
Teenagers could make up some very odd stories.
In any case, Virginia, Draco and Harry had been missing until
mid-morning on All Saints Day, and when they had turned up, the two
Gryffindors were calling Draco "It", which bothered him to no end. The
rest of the Gryffindor House had picked it up, just to piss him off. It
was a favored hobby amongst the house of red and gold: to piss Malfoy
off, and Ron took a malicious glee from it.
Ron still hadn't forgiven Harry for being out in the middle of the
Forbidden Forest, alone with his sister, but he'd cooled off a bit, and
managed to realize that Sirius had indeed been in the clearing. Like
old Padfoot would by a voyeur.
Thankfully, the stories of the Halloween Drake had overpowered all
rumors of Ginny being molested by Harry, and now it seemed like no one
even remembered the incident happening-- aside from Ron, of course.
The blonde Weapon-in-Training grit his teeth, glowering evilly at
Harry. They still hadn't come up with a nickname for him, aside from
"Taskmaster", to which he was always smirking at. Besides, why would
Malfoy call him Taskmaster in the middle of class? No, it was safer to
let things lie, until he could find a suitably humiliating name for the
long haired youth.
"Settle down!" hissed the Potion Master as he seemingly melted out of
the shadows at the front of the room to turn his icy gaze across them
all. He was pleased to note that the Gryffindors cowered in his
presence, and the Slytherins puffed up a bit. Except for... Potter and
Malfoy. Potter looked relaxed and was smirking idly, while young Malfoy
watched him through half-lidded eyes, seemingly searching him for
something.
This confusing change-- in Malfoy, at least-- had only started a few
days prior to Halloween. It confused the professor, but he left it be.
Much like he left Potter's attitude be, pretending the youth hadn't
changed all that much. He still spoke the enchantment to lock Harry to
his table, preventing the boy from up and leaving, and he still treated
him the way he believed the Golden Boy needed to be treated. He just
ignored the fury flashing in those emerald irises, ignored the sadistic
grin that would curve those lips when none but Severus would have their
gaze upon him.
The lesson went as planned-- Gryffindor lost a wonderful total of
thirty-five points, twenty of which came from Neville, ten from Potter,
and five from Potter talking to Granger-- and Snape was very glad when
he could let them leave. He didn't want to suffer under those
surprisingly frightening-- not like he'd admit it-- green eyes of his
most hated pupil, or the piercing, hooded smokey gaze of his most
favored student.
Harry laughed as he glided down the hall away from Potions, one of the
last to leave the room. Draco followed him with an amused chuckle,
wondering what the other sixteen year old was up to. It was last class
of the day, and there was an hour's break until dinner... so where was
Potter headed? Malfoy knew this was not the way to either the Library,
or the Gryffindor Common Room. Not to long after, the youngest Weasley
joined them in their prowl of the back halls of the wizarding school.
The lesser used passages had become normal for this trio to stalk
through, plotting against this teacher, or that student, always with
something up their sleeves. The task was to do as much as they could
possibly do using the Power, and not be detected. Not as simple as it
may have seemed, and the wards that detected magical use in the halls--
set up to enforce the no-fighting rule-- had to be dampened, then the
Power had to be used. Without losing control over dampening the wards.
Splitting one's concentration so far was not an easy task, even for
Potter who had been training in a similar method for several months.
They swerved off onto a path that neither Ginny nor Draco had bothered
to ever investigate, although they had gone past it many a time.
Finally, they stopped by a dusty old painting, and with a start, the
two in-Training Weapons realized exactly where they were. This was the
room that Harry and Draco had taken Sirius to in order to explain what
he'd need to know in order to become a real Weapon.
Muttering the password, the door swung open, allowing the two boys and
a girl to enter. Harry didn't even bat an eyelash as his gaze settled
upon the other occupant of the room.
"Hey Mione."
"Hermione?"
"Mudblood?"
"Hello Harry," she smiled, at him, and at Ginny, while giving Draco a
dirty look, "What's he doing here?"
"He followed me?" Harry asked, with an all to innocent grin on his
face. Settling down onto the plush couch that was pushed up against one
wall he chuckled, "Relax Mione, Dragon-boy here isn't going to cause
problems. Are you, Draco?"
"Maybe for your little Mudblood," muttered the grey eyed youth,
dropping himself down onto the floor, as Virginia and Hermione had
claimed the only two chairs in the room, "Mind explaining what this is
all about, Potter?"
"I had assumed you would have realized by now," intoned the suddenly
silver-eyed youth, "It's not all that hard to figure out." Fingertips
brushed along his upper right arm, dancing along something invisible
beneath the black of his school robes.
Excitement thrummed through Ginny, "You're going to take the wards
off?"
"Really?" perked up the part veela, "I've been wanting to see what the
Power did to you since my own transformation."
"Transformation...?" wondered the bushy-haired Gryffindor, "What
transformation?"
"I'll explain later," Weapon informed her, before turning his attention
back to his students, "Unfortunately, no, I can not remove the wards--
yet. The influence of the Dark Traitor, The Royal Ass, and the Queen
Demon's magical essence is still too strong. However..." he trailed
off, and Hermione picked it up, her research coming to the fore, even
if she was leery of letting Malfoy in on it.
"...If we use an athame to trace the counter-runes over top of the
original runes, twice a day-- once in the morning and once in the
evening-- we should be able to break the spells on the wards by New
Years."
"New Years!" squawked Virginia, "But-but that's two months away!"
Weapon gave a negligible shrug, "We must live with it, unless either of
you have thought up a way to convince our three friends to undo their
spell...?"
They shook their heads, both elated and depressed. Elated that Harry
would finally be free, and depressed that it would take two months to
do so. Even as frowned crossed their faces, and confusion marred
Hermione's as she tried to piece together the puzzle that had been her
life for the last couple weeks, Potter grinned widely.
"I think it's about time that I explained a few things..."
"Well, no kidding," remarked his once most hated rival.
The green had returned to his eyes, and the psychopath grinned a fairly
disconcerting grin, "Indeed, indeed. What I'm going to tell you do
_not_ leave this room under _any_ circumstances. I hear word of this
outside of here, and you will be Obliviated so hard that you'll know
less than Lockhart."
"Nice threat..." murmured Ginny.
Since he had their confirmation of agreement, he clapped happily, "Let
me tell you about a little something called the Balance..."
---
End Chapter
Still making attempts at a plot. Yes, I do have a reason for Harry's
transformation being delayed until New Years. Hehehehehehehehe ^_____^
And no, it's not because you've all been asking and I'm really
sadistic, although that _is_ a good reason. I finally know exactly what
Harry's other form is going to look like. I didn't actually know until
some random sketch I did on Wednesday. Mwa-hahahahahahah, you all have
to wait!
least use some of my other programs. I can't even access my mht
documents. Right well pisses me off.
So, any ways, I'm back on my father's laptop. Maybe I can use this as
an excuse to get Leigh to take me to another movie ^____^
As for Dumbledore being able to see through the invisibility cloak...
well, if he can, we'll just say that the Spirits Ginny can talk to
distracted him. If not by being physically present, then by influencing
the physical realm.
I still don't own Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Twenty-Five: Discovery
The Itch
---
"Hey, It!"
There were several snickers from the Gryffindors as Harry cheerfully
greeted Draco as they gathered for Potions, awaiting Professor Snape's
arrival. It had been a couple weeks since what had become known as the
Halloween Incident. No one knew what the creature had been, or why
Harry had acted as a feral beast-- he'd given them all confused looks
and said that he couldn't remember anything past drawing his wand on
the "thing"-- on that All Hallow's Eve. All they knew was that the
silvery-white draconic figure had vanished almost exactly at midnight.
There were rumors about the creature having been a ghost of some
ancient creature having died on the grounds of Hogwarts, long before
the castle had ever been built. They were even going so far as to say
that it had died on Halloween, in a great cataclysmic battle against
some powerful foe. The spirit of the beast was supposedly cursed to
return to Hogwarts on the eve of it's death every century, according to
rumor.
As for Harry's "condition" during the fight, they supposed that it was
the beast's powerful foe, returned to do continuous battle with the
beast, until one or the other finally moved onto the final plane of
existence.
Teenagers could make up some very odd stories.
In any case, Virginia, Draco and Harry had been missing until
mid-morning on All Saints Day, and when they had turned up, the two
Gryffindors were calling Draco "It", which bothered him to no end. The
rest of the Gryffindor House had picked it up, just to piss him off. It
was a favored hobby amongst the house of red and gold: to piss Malfoy
off, and Ron took a malicious glee from it.
Ron still hadn't forgiven Harry for being out in the middle of the
Forbidden Forest, alone with his sister, but he'd cooled off a bit, and
managed to realize that Sirius had indeed been in the clearing. Like
old Padfoot would by a voyeur.
Thankfully, the stories of the Halloween Drake had overpowered all
rumors of Ginny being molested by Harry, and now it seemed like no one
even remembered the incident happening-- aside from Ron, of course.
The blonde Weapon-in-Training grit his teeth, glowering evilly at
Harry. They still hadn't come up with a nickname for him, aside from
"Taskmaster", to which he was always smirking at. Besides, why would
Malfoy call him Taskmaster in the middle of class? No, it was safer to
let things lie, until he could find a suitably humiliating name for the
long haired youth.
"Settle down!" hissed the Potion Master as he seemingly melted out of
the shadows at the front of the room to turn his icy gaze across them
all. He was pleased to note that the Gryffindors cowered in his
presence, and the Slytherins puffed up a bit. Except for... Potter and
Malfoy. Potter looked relaxed and was smirking idly, while young Malfoy
watched him through half-lidded eyes, seemingly searching him for
something.
This confusing change-- in Malfoy, at least-- had only started a few
days prior to Halloween. It confused the professor, but he left it be.
Much like he left Potter's attitude be, pretending the youth hadn't
changed all that much. He still spoke the enchantment to lock Harry to
his table, preventing the boy from up and leaving, and he still treated
him the way he believed the Golden Boy needed to be treated. He just
ignored the fury flashing in those emerald irises, ignored the sadistic
grin that would curve those lips when none but Severus would have their
gaze upon him.
The lesson went as planned-- Gryffindor lost a wonderful total of
thirty-five points, twenty of which came from Neville, ten from Potter,
and five from Potter talking to Granger-- and Snape was very glad when
he could let them leave. He didn't want to suffer under those
surprisingly frightening-- not like he'd admit it-- green eyes of his
most hated pupil, or the piercing, hooded smokey gaze of his most
favored student.
Harry laughed as he glided down the hall away from Potions, one of the
last to leave the room. Draco followed him with an amused chuckle,
wondering what the other sixteen year old was up to. It was last class
of the day, and there was an hour's break until dinner... so where was
Potter headed? Malfoy knew this was not the way to either the Library,
or the Gryffindor Common Room. Not to long after, the youngest Weasley
joined them in their prowl of the back halls of the wizarding school.
The lesser used passages had become normal for this trio to stalk
through, plotting against this teacher, or that student, always with
something up their sleeves. The task was to do as much as they could
possibly do using the Power, and not be detected. Not as simple as it
may have seemed, and the wards that detected magical use in the halls--
set up to enforce the no-fighting rule-- had to be dampened, then the
Power had to be used. Without losing control over dampening the wards.
Splitting one's concentration so far was not an easy task, even for
Potter who had been training in a similar method for several months.
They swerved off onto a path that neither Ginny nor Draco had bothered
to ever investigate, although they had gone past it many a time.
Finally, they stopped by a dusty old painting, and with a start, the
two in-Training Weapons realized exactly where they were. This was the
room that Harry and Draco had taken Sirius to in order to explain what
he'd need to know in order to become a real Weapon.
Muttering the password, the door swung open, allowing the two boys and
a girl to enter. Harry didn't even bat an eyelash as his gaze settled
upon the other occupant of the room.
"Hey Mione."
"Hermione?"
"Mudblood?"
"Hello Harry," she smiled, at him, and at Ginny, while giving Draco a
dirty look, "What's he doing here?"
"He followed me?" Harry asked, with an all to innocent grin on his
face. Settling down onto the plush couch that was pushed up against one
wall he chuckled, "Relax Mione, Dragon-boy here isn't going to cause
problems. Are you, Draco?"
"Maybe for your little Mudblood," muttered the grey eyed youth,
dropping himself down onto the floor, as Virginia and Hermione had
claimed the only two chairs in the room, "Mind explaining what this is
all about, Potter?"
"I had assumed you would have realized by now," intoned the suddenly
silver-eyed youth, "It's not all that hard to figure out." Fingertips
brushed along his upper right arm, dancing along something invisible
beneath the black of his school robes.
Excitement thrummed through Ginny, "You're going to take the wards
off?"
"Really?" perked up the part veela, "I've been wanting to see what the
Power did to you since my own transformation."
"Transformation...?" wondered the bushy-haired Gryffindor, "What
transformation?"
"I'll explain later," Weapon informed her, before turning his attention
back to his students, "Unfortunately, no, I can not remove the wards--
yet. The influence of the Dark Traitor, The Royal Ass, and the Queen
Demon's magical essence is still too strong. However..." he trailed
off, and Hermione picked it up, her research coming to the fore, even
if she was leery of letting Malfoy in on it.
"...If we use an athame to trace the counter-runes over top of the
original runes, twice a day-- once in the morning and once in the
evening-- we should be able to break the spells on the wards by New
Years."
"New Years!" squawked Virginia, "But-but that's two months away!"
Weapon gave a negligible shrug, "We must live with it, unless either of
you have thought up a way to convince our three friends to undo their
spell...?"
They shook their heads, both elated and depressed. Elated that Harry
would finally be free, and depressed that it would take two months to
do so. Even as frowned crossed their faces, and confusion marred
Hermione's as she tried to piece together the puzzle that had been her
life for the last couple weeks, Potter grinned widely.
"I think it's about time that I explained a few things..."
"Well, no kidding," remarked his once most hated rival.
The green had returned to his eyes, and the psychopath grinned a fairly
disconcerting grin, "Indeed, indeed. What I'm going to tell you do
_not_ leave this room under _any_ circumstances. I hear word of this
outside of here, and you will be Obliviated so hard that you'll know
less than Lockhart."
"Nice threat..." murmured Ginny.
Since he had their confirmation of agreement, he clapped happily, "Let
me tell you about a little something called the Balance..."
---
End Chapter
Still making attempts at a plot. Yes, I do have a reason for Harry's
transformation being delayed until New Years. Hehehehehehehehe ^_____^
And no, it's not because you've all been asking and I'm really
sadistic, although that _is_ a good reason. I finally know exactly what
Harry's other form is going to look like. I didn't actually know until
some random sketch I did on Wednesday. Mwa-hahahahahahah, you all have
to wait!