Recently redyed my hair. Blue is such an awesome color...
Maxennce - You missed twenty chapters? Wow, you were out of town for
quite a while, hey? *grins* He's head honcho of the group he's running
but... well, it's not so likely he's the head of everything. To be
safe, for now... just think of him as a general or some such rank.
me3gogi - I know the feeling, you're just getting tot he good part--
and some idiot hurtles you off the computer to "do something
productive", or so that they can play their StarTrek games. *mumbles*
That's why we bought him a new computer. So he could play them in his
own room... Hope your sister's cat gets better. I know how depressing
it can be when a pet gets ill.
Melissa Lupin - Puddle of Mudd is good. Yes it is. ^___^
Tris - ... I Am The Bunny Slayer? Cute handle. Any relation to Anya
from BtVS? Er... anyways... Nate is now a semi-important character,
but he's still going to play councilor for Draco. Dragon-boy needs it.
SaGGiTaRiuS000 - Keeping Nate. *grins* He's so fun to mess with...
Esperanza Fuega - You're welcome to use Nate in Taken by the Wind
(which I went and read, and then had scary dreams of Nate running
around in that world...)
Fire-Mage - You know, maybe if you stopped highlighting and hitting
delete your messages would stick around. XD Just Kidding. Personally,
the Itch like Metal and Punk, with a couple songs from everything else
thrown in for spice.
Weirdo - Canadian born and bred ^___^
Queen of Vegetasei - I'm just that good...? Romance has never been my
thing, so the not writing of it seems very possible to me.
Jezy (JeZeBel) - I'm still reading your review... ^.^;; It's
scary-long.
Alright Everyone! _Three_ URLs to give out today!
As always, my RPG: http://icetemple.tripod.com/ which is still lacking
several members.
Anger Management: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1199296
(Description at end of fic)
An American Weapon: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1191505
Black Rose's awesome Spin-Off
I still lack ownership over anyone but Nathaniel Calaveras.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty Three : Dammit
The Itch
---
Nathaniel Calaveras set his guitar down, blinking up at one Draco
Malfoy in surprise, "You want me to _what_?"
Bladewhip paced the floor, arms crossed and head bowed, "I want you to
be our liaison between the Ministry and the Castle. Potter authorized
it."
Nate frowned, "Malfoy, my friend, I'm a muggle-born, definitely not the
best choice for this job."
"Look, Nate, everyone else is training except you--"
"If you're trying to blackmail me, I'm not buyin'."
"I'm not blackmailing you!" Malfoy snapped, irritated, "Yeah, I know
all about what happened with you and Cyliess-- hell, most of Slytherin
did-- but I'm not about to go blabbing it to the rest of the world."
Nate winced at Cyliess' name, turning to stare out the window of the
classroom the pair were holed up in. It was... hard to think about the
brown haired Slytherin boy that had been his only sort-of-friend. It
was still fresh, the memory of... of... he could feel tears pricking at
the corners of his eyes, and he reached desperately for his bass
guitar. Once in his hands, he began strumming along to a tune in his
head, his emotions flowing out through the music.
Draco rubbed his forehead, unamused. He shouldn't have brought up
Cyliess; Schlatter's suicide hadn't been all that long ago, and Nate
had been the one to find the body... "Nate!"
"Huh...?" as if being drawn from a trance, Nate looked up, blinking
slowly, "Oh, right, the liaison job. Draco, I'm not cut out to play
peacekeeper."
"It's only until we can move into position to wipe out Voldemort," both
teens jumped, whirling to face Sirius, who stood in the door, "As soon
as we're done that, the Ministry can be wiped out."
Nate sighed, "I guess... Hey, Black, have you found Professor Lupin
yet?"
Sirius scratched at the hairs at the back of his neck a bit nervously,
"Er... Remus is... ah, somewhere in Japan right now. That's where
Dumbledore sent him before Christmas hols, in any case."
"In other words, he doesn't have any clue," Draco translated with a
grin, "So, you'll take the job, Nate?"
"I don't have a choice in this, do I?"
"Nope," rang two voices.
---
Ginny stepped out of the room that had been unofficially dubbed the
"Training Chamber", mopping sweat from her head. She'd spent a day
within the enchanted chambers-- Draco had cast the spell the night
prior-- which was the equivalent of six months, thanks to the spell,
training long and hard. Periodically, others would enter and leave,
training for a day or week or month, trying to get up to the level
Harry wanted his 'warriors' to be at.
The six months she'd spent locked up in the room had allowed her to
grow her hair out once again, but she cut the majority of it off thanks
to a chance encounter with Katar. The older Weapon had caught her by
the hair-- tied in a plait to keep it out of her face-- and swung her
around like a ragdoll. To ensure it would never happen again, she'd
reluctantly cut off the hair, leaving a wild red mop. Katar had been
kind enough to clean up the cut, confessing that Fudge had used him as
a personal barber of sorts during his tenure as the man's bodyguard.
So Ginny's wild red mane of hair was two or three inches long atop her
skull, and closely shapes in the back, giving her a bit of a shaggy
bowl cut.
She dropped the towel around her shoulders, yawning as she drifted
though the halls. Harry had not been kidding when he'd said the chamber
would be helpful. This did _not_ mean that it was the only place in the
castle in which they would train; in fact, the chamber was designated
as a place to train only if one was serious about being one of the
Warriors for the Balance.
So tired in her movements was she, that she was surprised by Ron
seemingly appearing from no where, seconds before she collided with
him. Her youngest older brother caught her, carefully keeping both of
them on their feet, and he offered her a lopsided grin, "A bit out of
sorts, Gin?"
"A bit," she replied with a faint smile, "Just finished trainin', and
I'm beat."
"That was really bad, Ginny."
"I know," she giggled a bit, "So, what are you doing out so late?"
"I was looking for you, actually," Ron fell into step beside his sister
as they moved through the halls, "Harry said that he's putting some
bloke named Nathaniel in position to get information from the Ministry
of Magic, and that he'd use that info to find You-Know-Who's location."
"You should call him by his name, mein brother," she snickered at his
partially terrified, partially annoyed look, "You're just feeding him
more power. So, we're ready to move onto Part B?"
He nodded slowly, "Yeah. I don't get it, Gin. If you're working for
this 'Balance' thing... why did you eliminate all the good guys...?"
"They were closer," she replied truthfully, turning to her brother, and
setting her hands on his shoulders, looking up to stare earnestly into
his eyes, "Look, Ron, Voldemort is far to powerful. Even _with_
Dumbledore, his 'darkness' outweighed the 'light' by two to one. If we
rid the world of Voldemort first, the ratio would have been switched.
It was a matter of who was closer, and how long Harry's patience would
last. I could bet you thirty galleons that if Harry had been allowed to
go to Hogwarts without the wards, he'd have taken Riddle out first,
before moving onto Dumbledore."
"But," Ron injected, "Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape had
those wards in place before he could even begin his plans, right?"
"Right."
The older redhead tilted his head to stare up at the stone ceiling, "So
Harry's been under lock and key for five months. Knowing about his
living in a cupboard, I can understand him being leery of being
controlled."
"Exactly," his sister nodded, "So, once he got the wards off, he wanted
to wreak bloody havoc, and get his vengeance. Hence what happened three
days ago."
"It makes sense," Ron crossed his arms, "Even if I don't want it too.
Did they really have to die?"
"Everyone dies, Ron. No one is immortal, even Weapons. We'll last a
hell of a lot longer than most people, but we won't last forever.
Besides, they died to further the Balance. Their souls will either be
reborn, or used to fortify the Balance."
"And what really matters is the Balance...?"
"Of course," Ginny smiled at her brother, "The Balance will allow
everyone to live together, and free, without prejudice. Muggle-born and
pureblood, muggle and wizard, human and elven, mythical and mystical.
Light, and Dark. It will all be one."
The two continued to walk in silence for several long minutes,
contemplating what had been said, and done over the past couple weeks.
Then an impish gleam entered Ron's eyes.
"You know..."
"...Hmmm?"
"Mom's going to kill you when she sees your hair!"
---
Weapon and Enchantress were huddled over a large tome when the rest of
the Living Weapons plus Ron entered the former headmaster's office.
Fawkes was no where in sight, and had not even been around when they
had confiscated the room as their personal meeting place.
"Well...?" Weapon asked, distractedly, as he stared down at the book,
Harry humming a little tune in the back of their joint mind.
"Nate's agreed," Sirius informed their unofficial leader with a wry
grin, "He was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually agreed."
"That's nice," mused Hermione, still entirely focused on the words that
were beginning to blur before her eyes, "Anything else?"
"What are we going to do about our parents?" Ron wondered, scratching
the back of his neck, "I mean, it's not like Gin an' me can waltz into
The Burrow, declare that we've overthrown Dumbledore, and are no in
control of Hogwarts. They won't believe us."
"Good question," Draco muttered, "I know what I'm going to do about
Lucius-- kick his little white ass for the hell he's put me through
over the years."
"We'll wait," Weapon informed them, abruptly cutting off to curse under
his breath and break his own emotionless image to glare evilly at the
large book. Hermione was doing much the same, considering there were a
handful of pages missing.
"What's wrong?" Ron leaned over to peer at the book, his fingers just
lightly brushing it, before he stiffened and a vision over took him. It
was wild and chaotic, as all his visions were, and damned hard to
understand. He could see... wait, was that...?
Was that Lily Potter...?
No, she was to young. It had to have been Lily Evans, while she was
still in Hogwarts. Whatever she was doing in the visions, she was
abruptly hidden by a waterfall of torn papers, and once those were
gone, all that remained was the... Ravenclaw common room? What did that
have to do with anything? Oh, it was so confusing!
"Ron?" Dart was waving a hand in front of his godson's friend's face,
"Ron, are you okay?"
"He was taken by a vision," Malfoy responded tartly, "Or did you forget
he was a clairvoyant, dogboy?"
Sirius' eye twitched, and he jumped to his feet, ready to pummel the
younger Living Weapon, when Ron slumped forwards, choking on the air as
he gasped massive quantities into his lungs.
"What did you see?" Weapon commanded an answer, Enchantress watching
curiously.
Ron lifted his head, eyes still somewhat gazed, "Ravenclaw... common
room... Lily... Your mom, I mean..." he shook his head out, "She was...
ripping pages out of the book...? I'm not sure. It didn't make much
sense."
"Damn..."
"So," Ginny posed the question, "What are you looking at, anyway?"
"An encyclopedia of the great wizards and witches, and how they died,"
Hermione responded.
"Not to mention," Weapon morphed back into Harry, "It's got some
serious data on mythological creatures. Did you know that House Elves
are a mixture of goblins and some outcast high elves?"
The Weapons shared a look, and Draco muttered, "Why would anything but
a goblin want to mate with a goblin?"
"No idea," Harry returned cheerfully, "But there are all these bloody
awesome mythological creatures in this book. Like the High Elves. Have
you ever heard of a High Elf before?"
There was a round of 'no's, up until Malfoy responded, "I have. Cyliess
Schlatter talked about them in his sleep."
There were a couple of curious looks, and Ron asked the question
burning in their minds, "Who's Schlatter?"
"Was," corrected the blonde Slytherin, "He was the Slytherin who killed
himself Christmas Eve."
"The seventh year?" Hermione hiked an eyebrow, "Malfoy, _how_ do you
know what a seventh year talks about in his sleep?"
"He liked to fall asleep in the common room!" Draco protested her
hidden question with a scowl, "Like I said, he talked about High Elves
in his sleep, but not much else. Unless it were those dream about some
girl called Marie Calaveras."
"Calaveras?" Virginia blinked, "Hey, it's that Nate's family name?"
"Marie's his older sister," Hermione replied, and upon the looks she
got, rolled her eyes, "I've talked to him once or twice before. He had
the highest grades of all the Seventh Years."
"Right, right, whatever," Draco rolled his eyes, "Can we get back on
topic here? Why are you looking at that book, Potter?"
"Hoping to find someone in it as powerful as a Weapon?" teased Dart.
"Actually, yes," Granger smiled benevolently at the now sputtering
animagus, "We were hoping to find the name of a First Generation
Weapon, and find out how he was killed. That's all Riddle is, after
all: a member of the First Generation. We could use what's in this book
to discover a way to defeat him. Unfortunately, according to Ron,
Harry's mum ripped out the pages with any pertinent information on
them."
"So we have to find the pages?" Sirius made a face.
"Yes," Harry nodded with a cheerfully inane grin, "Looks like we're
going on a Treasure Hunt!"
"Oh, _this_ will be fun," Virginia muttered, scowling dourly.
---
End Chapter
I feel this chapter is -bleh-.
If you want to learn about Cyliess Schlatter and his connections to
Nate, read the side story 'Anger Management'. It's basically a shorted
Blackened Sunrise from Nate's Point of View, up until the day Nate
finds Schlatter's body. They have a bit of an adventure in the middle,
however, so it's not completely boring and stupid.
It involves the High Elves, that are likely to not be seen or heard of
again until after the Ministry of Magic is overthrown.
Maxennce - You missed twenty chapters? Wow, you were out of town for
quite a while, hey? *grins* He's head honcho of the group he's running
but... well, it's not so likely he's the head of everything. To be
safe, for now... just think of him as a general or some such rank.
me3gogi - I know the feeling, you're just getting tot he good part--
and some idiot hurtles you off the computer to "do something
productive", or so that they can play their StarTrek games. *mumbles*
That's why we bought him a new computer. So he could play them in his
own room... Hope your sister's cat gets better. I know how depressing
it can be when a pet gets ill.
Melissa Lupin - Puddle of Mudd is good. Yes it is. ^___^
Tris - ... I Am The Bunny Slayer? Cute handle. Any relation to Anya
from BtVS? Er... anyways... Nate is now a semi-important character,
but he's still going to play councilor for Draco. Dragon-boy needs it.
SaGGiTaRiuS000 - Keeping Nate. *grins* He's so fun to mess with...
Esperanza Fuega - You're welcome to use Nate in Taken by the Wind
(which I went and read, and then had scary dreams of Nate running
around in that world...)
Fire-Mage - You know, maybe if you stopped highlighting and hitting
delete your messages would stick around. XD Just Kidding. Personally,
the Itch like Metal and Punk, with a couple songs from everything else
thrown in for spice.
Weirdo - Canadian born and bred ^___^
Queen of Vegetasei - I'm just that good...? Romance has never been my
thing, so the not writing of it seems very possible to me.
Jezy (JeZeBel) - I'm still reading your review... ^.^;; It's
scary-long.
Alright Everyone! _Three_ URLs to give out today!
As always, my RPG: http://icetemple.tripod.com/ which is still lacking
several members.
Anger Management: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1199296
(Description at end of fic)
An American Weapon: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1191505
Black Rose's awesome Spin-Off
I still lack ownership over anyone but Nathaniel Calaveras.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty Three : Dammit
The Itch
---
Nathaniel Calaveras set his guitar down, blinking up at one Draco
Malfoy in surprise, "You want me to _what_?"
Bladewhip paced the floor, arms crossed and head bowed, "I want you to
be our liaison between the Ministry and the Castle. Potter authorized
it."
Nate frowned, "Malfoy, my friend, I'm a muggle-born, definitely not the
best choice for this job."
"Look, Nate, everyone else is training except you--"
"If you're trying to blackmail me, I'm not buyin'."
"I'm not blackmailing you!" Malfoy snapped, irritated, "Yeah, I know
all about what happened with you and Cyliess-- hell, most of Slytherin
did-- but I'm not about to go blabbing it to the rest of the world."
Nate winced at Cyliess' name, turning to stare out the window of the
classroom the pair were holed up in. It was... hard to think about the
brown haired Slytherin boy that had been his only sort-of-friend. It
was still fresh, the memory of... of... he could feel tears pricking at
the corners of his eyes, and he reached desperately for his bass
guitar. Once in his hands, he began strumming along to a tune in his
head, his emotions flowing out through the music.
Draco rubbed his forehead, unamused. He shouldn't have brought up
Cyliess; Schlatter's suicide hadn't been all that long ago, and Nate
had been the one to find the body... "Nate!"
"Huh...?" as if being drawn from a trance, Nate looked up, blinking
slowly, "Oh, right, the liaison job. Draco, I'm not cut out to play
peacekeeper."
"It's only until we can move into position to wipe out Voldemort," both
teens jumped, whirling to face Sirius, who stood in the door, "As soon
as we're done that, the Ministry can be wiped out."
Nate sighed, "I guess... Hey, Black, have you found Professor Lupin
yet?"
Sirius scratched at the hairs at the back of his neck a bit nervously,
"Er... Remus is... ah, somewhere in Japan right now. That's where
Dumbledore sent him before Christmas hols, in any case."
"In other words, he doesn't have any clue," Draco translated with a
grin, "So, you'll take the job, Nate?"
"I don't have a choice in this, do I?"
"Nope," rang two voices.
---
Ginny stepped out of the room that had been unofficially dubbed the
"Training Chamber", mopping sweat from her head. She'd spent a day
within the enchanted chambers-- Draco had cast the spell the night
prior-- which was the equivalent of six months, thanks to the spell,
training long and hard. Periodically, others would enter and leave,
training for a day or week or month, trying to get up to the level
Harry wanted his 'warriors' to be at.
The six months she'd spent locked up in the room had allowed her to
grow her hair out once again, but she cut the majority of it off thanks
to a chance encounter with Katar. The older Weapon had caught her by
the hair-- tied in a plait to keep it out of her face-- and swung her
around like a ragdoll. To ensure it would never happen again, she'd
reluctantly cut off the hair, leaving a wild red mop. Katar had been
kind enough to clean up the cut, confessing that Fudge had used him as
a personal barber of sorts during his tenure as the man's bodyguard.
So Ginny's wild red mane of hair was two or three inches long atop her
skull, and closely shapes in the back, giving her a bit of a shaggy
bowl cut.
She dropped the towel around her shoulders, yawning as she drifted
though the halls. Harry had not been kidding when he'd said the chamber
would be helpful. This did _not_ mean that it was the only place in the
castle in which they would train; in fact, the chamber was designated
as a place to train only if one was serious about being one of the
Warriors for the Balance.
So tired in her movements was she, that she was surprised by Ron
seemingly appearing from no where, seconds before she collided with
him. Her youngest older brother caught her, carefully keeping both of
them on their feet, and he offered her a lopsided grin, "A bit out of
sorts, Gin?"
"A bit," she replied with a faint smile, "Just finished trainin', and
I'm beat."
"That was really bad, Ginny."
"I know," she giggled a bit, "So, what are you doing out so late?"
"I was looking for you, actually," Ron fell into step beside his sister
as they moved through the halls, "Harry said that he's putting some
bloke named Nathaniel in position to get information from the Ministry
of Magic, and that he'd use that info to find You-Know-Who's location."
"You should call him by his name, mein brother," she snickered at his
partially terrified, partially annoyed look, "You're just feeding him
more power. So, we're ready to move onto Part B?"
He nodded slowly, "Yeah. I don't get it, Gin. If you're working for
this 'Balance' thing... why did you eliminate all the good guys...?"
"They were closer," she replied truthfully, turning to her brother, and
setting her hands on his shoulders, looking up to stare earnestly into
his eyes, "Look, Ron, Voldemort is far to powerful. Even _with_
Dumbledore, his 'darkness' outweighed the 'light' by two to one. If we
rid the world of Voldemort first, the ratio would have been switched.
It was a matter of who was closer, and how long Harry's patience would
last. I could bet you thirty galleons that if Harry had been allowed to
go to Hogwarts without the wards, he'd have taken Riddle out first,
before moving onto Dumbledore."
"But," Ron injected, "Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape had
those wards in place before he could even begin his plans, right?"
"Right."
The older redhead tilted his head to stare up at the stone ceiling, "So
Harry's been under lock and key for five months. Knowing about his
living in a cupboard, I can understand him being leery of being
controlled."
"Exactly," his sister nodded, "So, once he got the wards off, he wanted
to wreak bloody havoc, and get his vengeance. Hence what happened three
days ago."
"It makes sense," Ron crossed his arms, "Even if I don't want it too.
Did they really have to die?"
"Everyone dies, Ron. No one is immortal, even Weapons. We'll last a
hell of a lot longer than most people, but we won't last forever.
Besides, they died to further the Balance. Their souls will either be
reborn, or used to fortify the Balance."
"And what really matters is the Balance...?"
"Of course," Ginny smiled at her brother, "The Balance will allow
everyone to live together, and free, without prejudice. Muggle-born and
pureblood, muggle and wizard, human and elven, mythical and mystical.
Light, and Dark. It will all be one."
The two continued to walk in silence for several long minutes,
contemplating what had been said, and done over the past couple weeks.
Then an impish gleam entered Ron's eyes.
"You know..."
"...Hmmm?"
"Mom's going to kill you when she sees your hair!"
---
Weapon and Enchantress were huddled over a large tome when the rest of
the Living Weapons plus Ron entered the former headmaster's office.
Fawkes was no where in sight, and had not even been around when they
had confiscated the room as their personal meeting place.
"Well...?" Weapon asked, distractedly, as he stared down at the book,
Harry humming a little tune in the back of their joint mind.
"Nate's agreed," Sirius informed their unofficial leader with a wry
grin, "He was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually agreed."
"That's nice," mused Hermione, still entirely focused on the words that
were beginning to blur before her eyes, "Anything else?"
"What are we going to do about our parents?" Ron wondered, scratching
the back of his neck, "I mean, it's not like Gin an' me can waltz into
The Burrow, declare that we've overthrown Dumbledore, and are no in
control of Hogwarts. They won't believe us."
"Good question," Draco muttered, "I know what I'm going to do about
Lucius-- kick his little white ass for the hell he's put me through
over the years."
"We'll wait," Weapon informed them, abruptly cutting off to curse under
his breath and break his own emotionless image to glare evilly at the
large book. Hermione was doing much the same, considering there were a
handful of pages missing.
"What's wrong?" Ron leaned over to peer at the book, his fingers just
lightly brushing it, before he stiffened and a vision over took him. It
was wild and chaotic, as all his visions were, and damned hard to
understand. He could see... wait, was that...?
Was that Lily Potter...?
No, she was to young. It had to have been Lily Evans, while she was
still in Hogwarts. Whatever she was doing in the visions, she was
abruptly hidden by a waterfall of torn papers, and once those were
gone, all that remained was the... Ravenclaw common room? What did that
have to do with anything? Oh, it was so confusing!
"Ron?" Dart was waving a hand in front of his godson's friend's face,
"Ron, are you okay?"
"He was taken by a vision," Malfoy responded tartly, "Or did you forget
he was a clairvoyant, dogboy?"
Sirius' eye twitched, and he jumped to his feet, ready to pummel the
younger Living Weapon, when Ron slumped forwards, choking on the air as
he gasped massive quantities into his lungs.
"What did you see?" Weapon commanded an answer, Enchantress watching
curiously.
Ron lifted his head, eyes still somewhat gazed, "Ravenclaw... common
room... Lily... Your mom, I mean..." he shook his head out, "She was...
ripping pages out of the book...? I'm not sure. It didn't make much
sense."
"Damn..."
"So," Ginny posed the question, "What are you looking at, anyway?"
"An encyclopedia of the great wizards and witches, and how they died,"
Hermione responded.
"Not to mention," Weapon morphed back into Harry, "It's got some
serious data on mythological creatures. Did you know that House Elves
are a mixture of goblins and some outcast high elves?"
The Weapons shared a look, and Draco muttered, "Why would anything but
a goblin want to mate with a goblin?"
"No idea," Harry returned cheerfully, "But there are all these bloody
awesome mythological creatures in this book. Like the High Elves. Have
you ever heard of a High Elf before?"
There was a round of 'no's, up until Malfoy responded, "I have. Cyliess
Schlatter talked about them in his sleep."
There were a couple of curious looks, and Ron asked the question
burning in their minds, "Who's Schlatter?"
"Was," corrected the blonde Slytherin, "He was the Slytherin who killed
himself Christmas Eve."
"The seventh year?" Hermione hiked an eyebrow, "Malfoy, _how_ do you
know what a seventh year talks about in his sleep?"
"He liked to fall asleep in the common room!" Draco protested her
hidden question with a scowl, "Like I said, he talked about High Elves
in his sleep, but not much else. Unless it were those dream about some
girl called Marie Calaveras."
"Calaveras?" Virginia blinked, "Hey, it's that Nate's family name?"
"Marie's his older sister," Hermione replied, and upon the looks she
got, rolled her eyes, "I've talked to him once or twice before. He had
the highest grades of all the Seventh Years."
"Right, right, whatever," Draco rolled his eyes, "Can we get back on
topic here? Why are you looking at that book, Potter?"
"Hoping to find someone in it as powerful as a Weapon?" teased Dart.
"Actually, yes," Granger smiled benevolently at the now sputtering
animagus, "We were hoping to find the name of a First Generation
Weapon, and find out how he was killed. That's all Riddle is, after
all: a member of the First Generation. We could use what's in this book
to discover a way to defeat him. Unfortunately, according to Ron,
Harry's mum ripped out the pages with any pertinent information on
them."
"So we have to find the pages?" Sirius made a face.
"Yes," Harry nodded with a cheerfully inane grin, "Looks like we're
going on a Treasure Hunt!"
"Oh, _this_ will be fun," Virginia muttered, scowling dourly.
---
End Chapter
I feel this chapter is -bleh-.
If you want to learn about Cyliess Schlatter and his connections to
Nate, read the side story 'Anger Management'. It's basically a shorted
Blackened Sunrise from Nate's Point of View, up until the day Nate
finds Schlatter's body. They have a bit of an adventure in the middle,
however, so it's not completely boring and stupid.
It involves the High Elves, that are likely to not be seen or heard of
again until after the Ministry of Magic is overthrown.