Lady Russell Holmes - You like Yu-Gi-Ou? Then a nice plug for Leigh's
Yu-Gi-Ou site: http://www.finalknight.net/scales/
ROUGE-sorceress - Comatose is a word. I don't know what Wolfos' spell
was, but I'm pretty sure Tommy-boy knows it. Hmmm... you hast
offically given me some nice ideas, mwahahahahahahahaha!
Akuma-sama - *bows* Crazy I be, yes indeed. Dumbledore the
PuppetMaster. Makes for an interesting theory... here's another bit of
a conspiracy to dangle before you-- Dumbledore was one of Riddle's
professors.
Black Rose - Same email ^__^. Heh, maybe Rosanna could get him over
his fear of girls? *snickers* That would make for an... amusing scene,
to say the least.
Tris - I made him a bunny because it's supposed to be a punishment.
Nate's being punished for... things... that happened in Anger
Management (wherein, we have yet to get to that point), so Schlatter's
family gave him a bunny-rabbit curse. (Not unlike the Juunishi curse
in Furuba/Fruits Basket). Nate's pretty cute, you have to under stand
that-- hehehe, everyone seems to like him, ne?-- so you'd have to
assume girls chase after him. He's in a bit of a bad spot, no? Scared
of girls, but oh-so hot.
An American Weapon: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1191505
Black Rose's awesome Spin-Off
No one seems to want to play... http://icetemple.tripod.com/
...
Harry Potter is still not mine.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty-Five : Upwards
The Itch
---
Wander.
Wander-wander.
Wander-wander-wander.
Wander-wander-wan--
"BLOODY HELL, WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!"
The rest of the group turned to stare curiously at Malfoy, who was
scowling angrily at the floor. Ron wondered aloud if he'd gone
insane, or something, and Virginia returned that he'd _always_ been
insane. Draco retorted that Hak had been chanting. The disembodied
voice had a bad habit of annoying Draco as much as it bloody well
could, bitched the dragon.
Yes, he was in a bad mood.
You would be too, if you'd just spent the last two hours wandering
the darkness of the "secret passages" of Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the three hours before that searching
the Ravenclaw Common Room in search for the missing pages of a book,
ripped out two decades earlier by their leader's deceased mother. He
had _reasons_ for being so irritable, and Hak's annoying chanting
didn't make it any better.
And suddenly, they were at a dead end. Sighing, the group began to
search the cold, stone wall for any sign of another trap entrance
like the one in the commons that allowed them into the passage in the
first place-- unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any such thing.
Scowling, Ron punched the wall, annoyed to high hell that they'd have
to back track, and try to find another passage.
Of course, that plan was blown to high hell when Ron's knuckles
impacted with the stone. With a yelp and a flash of ruby light, Ron
went flying backwards, crashing into the ground a good twenty-feet
back. Virginia and Hermione raced to his side, helping the battered
and bruised clairvoyant to his feet.
"Ron! Are you alright?" Hermione worriedly checked his eyes in their
meager lighting in an attempt to see if he had a concussion. After a
moment, he shook his head out and gave a low whistle.
"One image," he ground out through grit teeth, "Evans on a broom."
He'd gotten the flash as he'd been flung through the air, whatever
charms and spells on the wall preventing him from being able to
accurately 'read' the past with his clairvoyant talents.
"A broom...?" echoed Gunn, turning a confused gaze to Potter, "Why
would you mother have a broom down here? Why would she even been in
the Ravenclaw Commons in the first place...?"
"Mom was a Ravenclaw," Harry shrugged with a rueful grin, "S'why
everyone compares me to my father-- he was a Gryffindor, she was not.
I don't know why she'd have a broom in here."
"Don't such an idiot, Potter," snorted Bladewhip, and the other
Living Weapon turned to find the fair haired teenager with his head
tilted back, staring up into black nothingness. Ron directed his wand
up.
And up, and up and up. Obviously, a passage.
"None of us have brooms..." Ginny grumbled, "There's no way we can
get up there."
"I can," both Hermione and Harry returned. Harry's eyes
twinkled, "Weapon has wings, remember?"
"And I can levitate myself up," the genius woman smiled.
"Ron's not going anywhere," Virginia returned calmly, when it looked
like her brother was about to ask them to fly him up, "Maybe _after_
you recover from your previous flying experience."
"Har-de-har-har."
"I though it was funny," she smiled widely at him, before turning
back to the other three, "Looks like you're on your own, guys. I'll
take Ronnikins back the way we came."
"Alright then," Harry watched the two red heads trudge out, the space
around them darkening as Ron's wand-light vanished around a corner in
the passage.
The two Living Weapons automatically shifted into their true forms,
turning to Hermione only to see her inscribe the last rune into the
air. Their night-vision showed her smiling brightly, "Cat-Eyes. A
very useful charm."
"There's light enough to reflect down here?" wondered Draco, and
Weapon cuffed him on the back of the head, wary of the spines that
decorated his scalp.
"How do you think _your_ eyes worked, Dragon?"
"Oh, right," with a hop, the sixteen year old was up on the wall,
digging his claws in to drag himself up. Sparks of red magic
flickered over his hands and he winced, but it wasn't enough to deter
him, as he began to drag himself upwards. The two with flight
capabilities watched for several moments, until Draco got a good pace
going.
Harry likened the sight to watching Knuckles from Sonic the Hedgehog
3 and Knuckles climbing the walls in the videogame.
Hermione rolled her eyes, hearing his thoughts. You _really_ need to
lay off the videogames, Potter. Hey... where are you getting
videogames in Hogwarts, anyways?
Ah... the insane one chuckled, as Weapon spread his wings and bent
his legs. With a powerful leap, he was in the air, beating his four
massive wings at a leisurely pace to keep up with Malfoy. The
teenager continued gleefully, once out of Hermione's reach, That is a
secret!
Rolling her eyes, Hermione etched runes into the air once more,
lifting herself up off the ground with the invisible power of her
magic, and the mana that filled the air about them, to whisk up after
the pair.
---
After securing Ron in his room-- and using the Power to put him to
sleep, because she _really_ did not want to deal with him telling her
that he was perfectly fine-- Ginny trooped out to her own room.
Swinging open the door she noted that she was the only girl in the
dorm, and cheerfully moved over to her bed-- only to abruptly halt.
There was a rabbit sitting on her bed. Reading. Reading what appeared
to be some of the American comic books Harry had gifted everyone with
for Christmas.
Potter just said he liked the art better than most of the stuff that
was produced in London.
But that wasn't the only startling fact. Oh no, the rabbit had multi-
hued fur, not unlike... "Nate?"
The rabbit looked up, and did something rabbits are not supposed to
be able to do. Answer back, "Hi Gunn!"
She blinked once, twice, then rubbed her eyes, "Did you get caught by
the Ministry...?"
"Nope," the far-too-cheery rabbit returned. Damn, where was Nate the
metalhead? The terminally depressed weirdo? This was getting creepy.
"Er... how did you end up a rabbit then, Nate?"
Several innocent blinks, and Virginia was about ready to forget her
question under the insufferably cute attack. Finally, Nate sighed,
figuring that he hadn't managed to win her over to the 'Nate Doesn't
have to Explain Anything' side, "It's a curse. Get touched by a girl,
become a rabbit."
She hiked an eyebrow, "So how do you change back?"
"I have to... let a girl... hug me," he shuddered as he whispered the
last bit. His fear of females was coming back to bite him in the ass.
"That's it?" she shrugged, and before Nate could say anything else,
she swept him up into a tight squeeze. There was a puff of smoke--
during which, she was surprised enough to drop the other teenager--
and Nate changed back.
Lacking clothing.
Blushing brightly, he scrambled to his pack, hauling out his robes,
the dusty grey jeans and the faded navy t-shirt that he wore beneath
them. Ginny watched it all with an amused air.
Once he was fully dressed, he breathed a sigh of relief, then eyed
Ginny. She was okay. She wasn't really a girl, was she? She was a...
something. Something that didn't do the reproduction thing, so he
could pretend she wasn't female. That worked.
Her lips quirked, "How long have you been a rabbit, Natey-boy?"
"Uh... since shortly after I got out of the Ministry's central
building. Uh... three, four hours now?"
She collapsed to the floor laughing her ass off.
---
End Chapter
Short, I know. Sorry. I'm a little brain fried right now; I spent
most of this past weekend studying for my Math 30 Pure Diploma Exam.
I wrote the exam yesterday, so I've been trying to get back into the
normal swing of things. It might take a bit.
Yu-Gi-Ou site: http://www.finalknight.net/scales/
ROUGE-sorceress - Comatose is a word. I don't know what Wolfos' spell
was, but I'm pretty sure Tommy-boy knows it. Hmmm... you hast
offically given me some nice ideas, mwahahahahahahahaha!
Akuma-sama - *bows* Crazy I be, yes indeed. Dumbledore the
PuppetMaster. Makes for an interesting theory... here's another bit of
a conspiracy to dangle before you-- Dumbledore was one of Riddle's
professors.
Black Rose - Same email ^__^. Heh, maybe Rosanna could get him over
his fear of girls? *snickers* That would make for an... amusing scene,
to say the least.
Tris - I made him a bunny because it's supposed to be a punishment.
Nate's being punished for... things... that happened in Anger
Management (wherein, we have yet to get to that point), so Schlatter's
family gave him a bunny-rabbit curse. (Not unlike the Juunishi curse
in Furuba/Fruits Basket). Nate's pretty cute, you have to under stand
that-- hehehe, everyone seems to like him, ne?-- so you'd have to
assume girls chase after him. He's in a bit of a bad spot, no? Scared
of girls, but oh-so hot.
An American Weapon: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1191505
Black Rose's awesome Spin-Off
No one seems to want to play... http://icetemple.tripod.com/
...
Harry Potter is still not mine.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty-Five : Upwards
The Itch
---
Wander.
Wander-wander.
Wander-wander-wander.
Wander-wander-wan--
"BLOODY HELL, WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!"
The rest of the group turned to stare curiously at Malfoy, who was
scowling angrily at the floor. Ron wondered aloud if he'd gone
insane, or something, and Virginia returned that he'd _always_ been
insane. Draco retorted that Hak had been chanting. The disembodied
voice had a bad habit of annoying Draco as much as it bloody well
could, bitched the dragon.
Yes, he was in a bad mood.
You would be too, if you'd just spent the last two hours wandering
the darkness of the "secret passages" of Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the three hours before that searching
the Ravenclaw Common Room in search for the missing pages of a book,
ripped out two decades earlier by their leader's deceased mother. He
had _reasons_ for being so irritable, and Hak's annoying chanting
didn't make it any better.
And suddenly, they were at a dead end. Sighing, the group began to
search the cold, stone wall for any sign of another trap entrance
like the one in the commons that allowed them into the passage in the
first place-- unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any such thing.
Scowling, Ron punched the wall, annoyed to high hell that they'd have
to back track, and try to find another passage.
Of course, that plan was blown to high hell when Ron's knuckles
impacted with the stone. With a yelp and a flash of ruby light, Ron
went flying backwards, crashing into the ground a good twenty-feet
back. Virginia and Hermione raced to his side, helping the battered
and bruised clairvoyant to his feet.
"Ron! Are you alright?" Hermione worriedly checked his eyes in their
meager lighting in an attempt to see if he had a concussion. After a
moment, he shook his head out and gave a low whistle.
"One image," he ground out through grit teeth, "Evans on a broom."
He'd gotten the flash as he'd been flung through the air, whatever
charms and spells on the wall preventing him from being able to
accurately 'read' the past with his clairvoyant talents.
"A broom...?" echoed Gunn, turning a confused gaze to Potter, "Why
would you mother have a broom down here? Why would she even been in
the Ravenclaw Commons in the first place...?"
"Mom was a Ravenclaw," Harry shrugged with a rueful grin, "S'why
everyone compares me to my father-- he was a Gryffindor, she was not.
I don't know why she'd have a broom in here."
"Don't such an idiot, Potter," snorted Bladewhip, and the other
Living Weapon turned to find the fair haired teenager with his head
tilted back, staring up into black nothingness. Ron directed his wand
up.
And up, and up and up. Obviously, a passage.
"None of us have brooms..." Ginny grumbled, "There's no way we can
get up there."
"I can," both Hermione and Harry returned. Harry's eyes
twinkled, "Weapon has wings, remember?"
"And I can levitate myself up," the genius woman smiled.
"Ron's not going anywhere," Virginia returned calmly, when it looked
like her brother was about to ask them to fly him up, "Maybe _after_
you recover from your previous flying experience."
"Har-de-har-har."
"I though it was funny," she smiled widely at him, before turning
back to the other three, "Looks like you're on your own, guys. I'll
take Ronnikins back the way we came."
"Alright then," Harry watched the two red heads trudge out, the space
around them darkening as Ron's wand-light vanished around a corner in
the passage.
The two Living Weapons automatically shifted into their true forms,
turning to Hermione only to see her inscribe the last rune into the
air. Their night-vision showed her smiling brightly, "Cat-Eyes. A
very useful charm."
"There's light enough to reflect down here?" wondered Draco, and
Weapon cuffed him on the back of the head, wary of the spines that
decorated his scalp.
"How do you think _your_ eyes worked, Dragon?"
"Oh, right," with a hop, the sixteen year old was up on the wall,
digging his claws in to drag himself up. Sparks of red magic
flickered over his hands and he winced, but it wasn't enough to deter
him, as he began to drag himself upwards. The two with flight
capabilities watched for several moments, until Draco got a good pace
going.
Harry likened the sight to watching Knuckles from Sonic the Hedgehog
3 and Knuckles climbing the walls in the videogame.
Hermione rolled her eyes, hearing his thoughts. You _really_ need to
lay off the videogames, Potter. Hey... where are you getting
videogames in Hogwarts, anyways?
Ah... the insane one chuckled, as Weapon spread his wings and bent
his legs. With a powerful leap, he was in the air, beating his four
massive wings at a leisurely pace to keep up with Malfoy. The
teenager continued gleefully, once out of Hermione's reach, That is a
secret!
Rolling her eyes, Hermione etched runes into the air once more,
lifting herself up off the ground with the invisible power of her
magic, and the mana that filled the air about them, to whisk up after
the pair.
---
After securing Ron in his room-- and using the Power to put him to
sleep, because she _really_ did not want to deal with him telling her
that he was perfectly fine-- Ginny trooped out to her own room.
Swinging open the door she noted that she was the only girl in the
dorm, and cheerfully moved over to her bed-- only to abruptly halt.
There was a rabbit sitting on her bed. Reading. Reading what appeared
to be some of the American comic books Harry had gifted everyone with
for Christmas.
Potter just said he liked the art better than most of the stuff that
was produced in London.
But that wasn't the only startling fact. Oh no, the rabbit had multi-
hued fur, not unlike... "Nate?"
The rabbit looked up, and did something rabbits are not supposed to
be able to do. Answer back, "Hi Gunn!"
She blinked once, twice, then rubbed her eyes, "Did you get caught by
the Ministry...?"
"Nope," the far-too-cheery rabbit returned. Damn, where was Nate the
metalhead? The terminally depressed weirdo? This was getting creepy.
"Er... how did you end up a rabbit then, Nate?"
Several innocent blinks, and Virginia was about ready to forget her
question under the insufferably cute attack. Finally, Nate sighed,
figuring that he hadn't managed to win her over to the 'Nate Doesn't
have to Explain Anything' side, "It's a curse. Get touched by a girl,
become a rabbit."
She hiked an eyebrow, "So how do you change back?"
"I have to... let a girl... hug me," he shuddered as he whispered the
last bit. His fear of females was coming back to bite him in the ass.
"That's it?" she shrugged, and before Nate could say anything else,
she swept him up into a tight squeeze. There was a puff of smoke--
during which, she was surprised enough to drop the other teenager--
and Nate changed back.
Lacking clothing.
Blushing brightly, he scrambled to his pack, hauling out his robes,
the dusty grey jeans and the faded navy t-shirt that he wore beneath
them. Ginny watched it all with an amused air.
Once he was fully dressed, he breathed a sigh of relief, then eyed
Ginny. She was okay. She wasn't really a girl, was she? She was a...
something. Something that didn't do the reproduction thing, so he
could pretend she wasn't female. That worked.
Her lips quirked, "How long have you been a rabbit, Natey-boy?"
"Uh... since shortly after I got out of the Ministry's central
building. Uh... three, four hours now?"
She collapsed to the floor laughing her ass off.
---
End Chapter
Short, I know. Sorry. I'm a little brain fried right now; I spent
most of this past weekend studying for my Math 30 Pure Diploma Exam.
I wrote the exam yesterday, so I've been trying to get back into the
normal swing of things. It might take a bit.