Maxennce - I'm only lucky when I'm not freezin' my tail off waiting
for a bus.
KawaiiKowaiKoneko - A rather... interesting name. *laughs* Not done
yet. I suppose I'm edging closer to the finish line, but I haven't hit
it yet. Therefore, I continue. ^___^V
Copper Fire - Glad you like it so much XD
Greer - I know I'm evil. And I'm well aware of the feelings behind a
friend commiting suicide. A friend of mine killed himself back when I
was in grade nine-- that was about four years ago, now, I believe. And
I've had to stop three suicide attempts by another friend. It's rather
nerve wracking.
Water Fire Girl - Blaise & Nate will have much bonding time in the
future. *nods* Yes, especially with the hell I'm going to put him
through in later chapters...
Lady Russell Holmes - *grins* Sorry 'bout that. I'll try not to take
as long to update ever again. It pains me, too, when I have writter's
block. It's like... "why won't they come out and play? I want to mess
around with them again!" *nods rapidly* I am, indeed, a Slytherin. Or,
at least, That's what the Hat said back at the offical site.
Kennan - When have I not complicated things? *laughs gleefully* For
now, Nate will merely have to watch the Druids training, instead of
joining in. Maybe he will, maybe he won't.
Shila - Well, here's more! I'm slowly starting to get the word count
up again, so the chapters should be getting longer and longer once
again. Christ I hope so...
Black Rose - How to Kill Writer's block -- Take a massive sledgehammer
and slam it into the walls. No, seriously, sit back and don't think
about the story for awhile. Then, go back and reread parts of it. If
that doesn't help, make a plea for ideas, sift through the ones you
get, mix-and-match them, then let the characters have fun. They should
write the story for you, even if it does seem completely random for a
bit. That's what I did ^___^
*sighs* It's been forty-eight chapters. You've gotta know by now that
The Itch doesn't own Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty-Eight: Introductions
The Itch
---
"Katar is going to kill us for this," Dean hissed, glowering at
Blaise, who was slipping through the shadows on the way to the
training room like a pro. The Druid leader flashed the other teen a
smug grin, and the miniaturized multicolored bunny rabbit tucked
under his collar snickered. It was a rather strange feeling, to be
hit with a shrinking spell.
It had also been rather nerve wracking for the rabbit to get into
that form-- having had to get Lavender at least half awake and to hug
him had never sent him catatonic. But with Blaise hovering over his
shoulder like he had been, Nathaniel couldn't exactly say 'no'. Then,
of course, Blaise cast the shrinking spell. Everything would have
been fine... except that Dean had woken up at some point, and had
been watching them.
They'd been forced to take him along so he couldn't spill the beans.
Of course, he hadn't know they were headed to the training center to
give Nate some time to get over everything that had happened-- at
least, he hadn't known until he recognized the passage they were
taking. It was the exact same route they'd gone to get to the dorms
in the first place. Dean had started objecting around that point, but
neither Nate nor Blaise gave it much thought.
It was for a good cause, after all.
---
The Harry side of the joint being was stunned at the sight of his
mother, as she had been back in her Hogwarts days. She definitely
wasn't what he'd been expecting. The echo-- basically a three
dimensional wizarding portrait that was restricted only by how far
the focus stone's light could reach-- was a seventeen year old of
average height. Her red hair was made that much more red by the focus
stone's unearthly hue, although there was some that framed her face
that looked more pink than red. Harry made a note to look up any
pictures from his mother's school days to find out why.
She was, of course, only in red because the focus stone was red. This
was why echoes were so rarely used-- the color of the stone used as
their focus was the color the echo turned. An echo would appear to be
a ghost, excluding the fact that echoes were rather solid, and
definitely incapable of moving through objects. Aside from that, she
was _not_ wearing her traditional Ravenclaw robes; the echo was
dressed in a dress with a wide skirt, and a corset to do it up, and
shoulder-length fingerless gloves that shimmered. Dark make-up
surrounded her eyes, but her lips were left bare. There was
definitely a creepy feeling about this echo.
The part of the joint being that was Weapon studied her with a
warrior's eye, noting that the straps that wrapped around the gloves
to keep them from sliding down her arms to bunch at her hands had
empty sheaths against her underarms. They appeared to be made for
only wands. Why she had one on each arm confused the Living Weapon,
but he passed it off as a way to be prepared. Then there was the fact
that her skirt had pockets, ones large enough to fit bolas in,
although he doubted the woman would carry such an item in her pockets-
- that was more of an item to be attached to a belt, so that the
chain that connected the metal balls would not tangle.
The combined musings of Weapon and Harry were cut short when the
muggle-born stepped forwards, and sketched a small bow, "I am
Enchantress Hermione Granger."
Lily Evans nodded, and Draco smirked, crossing his arms. Malfoys
didn't bow to anyone, after all, "Bladewhip, although most know me as
Draco Malfoy." Here the echo raised an eyebrow, rather curious. A
Malfoy? Must be Lucius' son...
"And you?" she turned her gaze on to the inhuman form of the Living
Weapon. He smirked, silver eyes blazing into green, and body shifting
into the smaller, more compact form of the more insane of the two
halves.
"Harry James Potter, and the guy you were just talking to was Weapon.
It's nice to see you again, mother."
---
Blaise pushed open the door to the training center, Nate well hidden
by clinging to Blaise's arm inside his sleeve. You would not think
that a rabbit could cling like that, but this was Nate. He just
didn't want to get caught, since he wasn't actually supposed to be in
here. He was the non-training guy. The messenger boy. The Weapons'
liaison. He-Who-Broke-Into-The-Ministry.
He wondered if he could use that like a title. It sounded cooler than
Harry's "Boy-Who-Lived" thing. But then he'd probably get arrested by
the Ministry...
...of which probably wouldn't be around much longer. He had to
remember that. He was Weapon, and Bladewhip's Liaison. He was Gunn's
personal amusement toy-- not that he minded. Gunn wasn't scary--
Dart's pranking buddy, and Katar's... well, he wasn't sure if he
meant anything to Katar, but he probably just hadn't know the Missing
Weapon for long enough. He'd worm his way into that Weapon's life,
too.
That's what he did, after all. Force himself into other peoples'
lives. Whether they-- or he, for that matter-- wanted to. He guessed
it was a personality flaw.
He felt Blaise tug on him, and he reluctantly let go. The Druid's arm
had been remarkably comfy. Said druid muttered the standard cease
enchantment charm, and Nate grew back to regular bunny-size. He
looked up at... well, what was Blaise to him? What was he to Blaise?
Were they friends? He didn't know.
He offered a weak, rabbity smile, "I'm going to go find somewhere to
sulk."
"I can't believe he's a talking rabbit," Dean muttered, staring after
the punk-style rabbit, "and that he's blue and red and purple."
"And white," Blaise interjected, "Don't go to far, Nathaniel. Dean
and I will be over here practicing."
The rabbit nodded, hopping away, and the Slytherin Druid turned to
the Gryffindor Druid. On some unheard command, they threw themselves
at each other, a flurry of kicks, punches, shiatsu strikes, and
mostly harmless distractor spells. Nate did not get far into his
sulking, as he found himself watching in awe at the sight of the two
druids "practicing". It was more like a fight for dominance or some
such thing, the animal thought distantly.
It was like watching Draco and Harry's fight on Halloween all over
again.
---
"Mother...?" wondered the echo, before it laughed lightly, "I suppose
that would be why you know me."
"Not really," Harry shrugged, eyes hooded, "My parents have been dead
since I was a year old."
Lily gave the teenager a startled look, "I'm _dead_? That shouldn't
have been possible!" she half-screeched, "I had all those protections-
-"
"Protections?" wondered Draco, muttering to Hermione and Harry as the
echo of Lily went on and on about how she shouldn't have been killed
while so young. Harry shrugged.
"Don't ask me. All I know is Avada Kedavra ki--"
"Avada Kedavra?" Lily calmed considerably, "Hmm, that makes sense. I
don't think we ever found a counter for that curse..." she shook her
head free of the cobwebs of the past, "Now, why praytell are you
three here. I imagine it must not have been from just a quick 'walk'."
"Unless quick is spending several hours trudging through the dark,
and a couple more flying through it," Potter joked, smirking, "But
yeah, we need to know where some book pages are. Mum... that is to
say, you... ripped them out of the big bad Book of a Thousand Deaths."
"Book of a Thousand Deaths?" the redhead gave her son a strange look.
She didn't recall anything titled that...
"He means the Le Fey Encyclopedia of Wizards and Witches," Hermione
informed her with a smile. The echo's face suddenly closed, and she
stared at them suspiciously through a near impenetrable mask.
"Why would you need those pages? There are enough deaths written in
that book already."
"We need to know if there were any First Generation Living Weapons in
those pages," Draco half growled, "considering a certain pain in the
ass Weapon is going to kill off the bloody planet."
She raised a slender eyebrow, "Living Weapon? There's a term that I
haven't heard since fifth year. Living Weapons are immortal, you
know."
Harry snorted, "Hardly. They're just long-lived. I should know."
"And why's that... son?"
His eyes glinted shifting from green to silver in a split second, his
body expanding and wings spreading out from his back, "I am one."
---
End Chapter
Ain't I a bitch?
for a bus.
KawaiiKowaiKoneko - A rather... interesting name. *laughs* Not done
yet. I suppose I'm edging closer to the finish line, but I haven't hit
it yet. Therefore, I continue. ^___^V
Copper Fire - Glad you like it so much XD
Greer - I know I'm evil. And I'm well aware of the feelings behind a
friend commiting suicide. A friend of mine killed himself back when I
was in grade nine-- that was about four years ago, now, I believe. And
I've had to stop three suicide attempts by another friend. It's rather
nerve wracking.
Water Fire Girl - Blaise & Nate will have much bonding time in the
future. *nods* Yes, especially with the hell I'm going to put him
through in later chapters...
Lady Russell Holmes - *grins* Sorry 'bout that. I'll try not to take
as long to update ever again. It pains me, too, when I have writter's
block. It's like... "why won't they come out and play? I want to mess
around with them again!" *nods rapidly* I am, indeed, a Slytherin. Or,
at least, That's what the Hat said back at the offical site.
Kennan - When have I not complicated things? *laughs gleefully* For
now, Nate will merely have to watch the Druids training, instead of
joining in. Maybe he will, maybe he won't.
Shila - Well, here's more! I'm slowly starting to get the word count
up again, so the chapters should be getting longer and longer once
again. Christ I hope so...
Black Rose - How to Kill Writer's block -- Take a massive sledgehammer
and slam it into the walls. No, seriously, sit back and don't think
about the story for awhile. Then, go back and reread parts of it. If
that doesn't help, make a plea for ideas, sift through the ones you
get, mix-and-match them, then let the characters have fun. They should
write the story for you, even if it does seem completely random for a
bit. That's what I did ^___^
*sighs* It's been forty-eight chapters. You've gotta know by now that
The Itch doesn't own Harry Potter.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty-Eight: Introductions
The Itch
---
"Katar is going to kill us for this," Dean hissed, glowering at
Blaise, who was slipping through the shadows on the way to the
training room like a pro. The Druid leader flashed the other teen a
smug grin, and the miniaturized multicolored bunny rabbit tucked
under his collar snickered. It was a rather strange feeling, to be
hit with a shrinking spell.
It had also been rather nerve wracking for the rabbit to get into
that form-- having had to get Lavender at least half awake and to hug
him had never sent him catatonic. But with Blaise hovering over his
shoulder like he had been, Nathaniel couldn't exactly say 'no'. Then,
of course, Blaise cast the shrinking spell. Everything would have
been fine... except that Dean had woken up at some point, and had
been watching them.
They'd been forced to take him along so he couldn't spill the beans.
Of course, he hadn't know they were headed to the training center to
give Nate some time to get over everything that had happened-- at
least, he hadn't known until he recognized the passage they were
taking. It was the exact same route they'd gone to get to the dorms
in the first place. Dean had started objecting around that point, but
neither Nate nor Blaise gave it much thought.
It was for a good cause, after all.
---
The Harry side of the joint being was stunned at the sight of his
mother, as she had been back in her Hogwarts days. She definitely
wasn't what he'd been expecting. The echo-- basically a three
dimensional wizarding portrait that was restricted only by how far
the focus stone's light could reach-- was a seventeen year old of
average height. Her red hair was made that much more red by the focus
stone's unearthly hue, although there was some that framed her face
that looked more pink than red. Harry made a note to look up any
pictures from his mother's school days to find out why.
She was, of course, only in red because the focus stone was red. This
was why echoes were so rarely used-- the color of the stone used as
their focus was the color the echo turned. An echo would appear to be
a ghost, excluding the fact that echoes were rather solid, and
definitely incapable of moving through objects. Aside from that, she
was _not_ wearing her traditional Ravenclaw robes; the echo was
dressed in a dress with a wide skirt, and a corset to do it up, and
shoulder-length fingerless gloves that shimmered. Dark make-up
surrounded her eyes, but her lips were left bare. There was
definitely a creepy feeling about this echo.
The part of the joint being that was Weapon studied her with a
warrior's eye, noting that the straps that wrapped around the gloves
to keep them from sliding down her arms to bunch at her hands had
empty sheaths against her underarms. They appeared to be made for
only wands. Why she had one on each arm confused the Living Weapon,
but he passed it off as a way to be prepared. Then there was the fact
that her skirt had pockets, ones large enough to fit bolas in,
although he doubted the woman would carry such an item in her pockets-
- that was more of an item to be attached to a belt, so that the
chain that connected the metal balls would not tangle.
The combined musings of Weapon and Harry were cut short when the
muggle-born stepped forwards, and sketched a small bow, "I am
Enchantress Hermione Granger."
Lily Evans nodded, and Draco smirked, crossing his arms. Malfoys
didn't bow to anyone, after all, "Bladewhip, although most know me as
Draco Malfoy." Here the echo raised an eyebrow, rather curious. A
Malfoy? Must be Lucius' son...
"And you?" she turned her gaze on to the inhuman form of the Living
Weapon. He smirked, silver eyes blazing into green, and body shifting
into the smaller, more compact form of the more insane of the two
halves.
"Harry James Potter, and the guy you were just talking to was Weapon.
It's nice to see you again, mother."
---
Blaise pushed open the door to the training center, Nate well hidden
by clinging to Blaise's arm inside his sleeve. You would not think
that a rabbit could cling like that, but this was Nate. He just
didn't want to get caught, since he wasn't actually supposed to be in
here. He was the non-training guy. The messenger boy. The Weapons'
liaison. He-Who-Broke-Into-The-Ministry.
He wondered if he could use that like a title. It sounded cooler than
Harry's "Boy-Who-Lived" thing. But then he'd probably get arrested by
the Ministry...
...of which probably wouldn't be around much longer. He had to
remember that. He was Weapon, and Bladewhip's Liaison. He was Gunn's
personal amusement toy-- not that he minded. Gunn wasn't scary--
Dart's pranking buddy, and Katar's... well, he wasn't sure if he
meant anything to Katar, but he probably just hadn't know the Missing
Weapon for long enough. He'd worm his way into that Weapon's life,
too.
That's what he did, after all. Force himself into other peoples'
lives. Whether they-- or he, for that matter-- wanted to. He guessed
it was a personality flaw.
He felt Blaise tug on him, and he reluctantly let go. The Druid's arm
had been remarkably comfy. Said druid muttered the standard cease
enchantment charm, and Nate grew back to regular bunny-size. He
looked up at... well, what was Blaise to him? What was he to Blaise?
Were they friends? He didn't know.
He offered a weak, rabbity smile, "I'm going to go find somewhere to
sulk."
"I can't believe he's a talking rabbit," Dean muttered, staring after
the punk-style rabbit, "and that he's blue and red and purple."
"And white," Blaise interjected, "Don't go to far, Nathaniel. Dean
and I will be over here practicing."
The rabbit nodded, hopping away, and the Slytherin Druid turned to
the Gryffindor Druid. On some unheard command, they threw themselves
at each other, a flurry of kicks, punches, shiatsu strikes, and
mostly harmless distractor spells. Nate did not get far into his
sulking, as he found himself watching in awe at the sight of the two
druids "practicing". It was more like a fight for dominance or some
such thing, the animal thought distantly.
It was like watching Draco and Harry's fight on Halloween all over
again.
---
"Mother...?" wondered the echo, before it laughed lightly, "I suppose
that would be why you know me."
"Not really," Harry shrugged, eyes hooded, "My parents have been dead
since I was a year old."
Lily gave the teenager a startled look, "I'm _dead_? That shouldn't
have been possible!" she half-screeched, "I had all those protections-
-"
"Protections?" wondered Draco, muttering to Hermione and Harry as the
echo of Lily went on and on about how she shouldn't have been killed
while so young. Harry shrugged.
"Don't ask me. All I know is Avada Kedavra ki--"
"Avada Kedavra?" Lily calmed considerably, "Hmm, that makes sense. I
don't think we ever found a counter for that curse..." she shook her
head free of the cobwebs of the past, "Now, why praytell are you
three here. I imagine it must not have been from just a quick 'walk'."
"Unless quick is spending several hours trudging through the dark,
and a couple more flying through it," Potter joked, smirking, "But
yeah, we need to know where some book pages are. Mum... that is to
say, you... ripped them out of the big bad Book of a Thousand Deaths."
"Book of a Thousand Deaths?" the redhead gave her son a strange look.
She didn't recall anything titled that...
"He means the Le Fey Encyclopedia of Wizards and Witches," Hermione
informed her with a smile. The echo's face suddenly closed, and she
stared at them suspiciously through a near impenetrable mask.
"Why would you need those pages? There are enough deaths written in
that book already."
"We need to know if there were any First Generation Living Weapons in
those pages," Draco half growled, "considering a certain pain in the
ass Weapon is going to kill off the bloody planet."
She raised a slender eyebrow, "Living Weapon? There's a term that I
haven't heard since fifth year. Living Weapons are immortal, you
know."
Harry snorted, "Hardly. They're just long-lived. I should know."
"And why's that... son?"
His eyes glinted shifting from green to silver in a split second, his
body expanding and wings spreading out from his back, "I am one."
---
End Chapter
Ain't I a bitch?