Almost to fifty chapters. Wow, never thought I'd get this far...
Phoenix Flight - Sulk no more, here be the next chapter!
mortal enemy of inanimate objects - Thankyou for the wonderful titles
^__^ If I did call Fawkes that, I don't recall it. I'll go check on
that later...
Bryt - I love being mean... and those eyes of yours are deadly :P
Lirael - Disassociative Identity Disorder? Aiyah, how many identities
does yoru Volde have? ... that's actually a bit of a scary thought...
Kennen - S'ok, I said it first, after all.
CassandrAIarwen - Wow, this can be considered a horror story? Sweet.
Sara Minks - Everyone is as you wouldn't have expected them. That's
the fun with destroying continum.
I'd respond to more reviews... but I have to go cook supper! Crap,
don't want to be late tonight!
*grumbles* Check the last forty eight or so chapters. They've all got
the disclaimer.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty-Nine : Random
The Itch
---
Bladewhip shifted uncomfortably as he watched Lily and Harry stare at
each other in silence. What was up with those two? The blonde haired
Slytherin crossed his arms, turning his attention away from the
mother-son pair, and towards the runes that decorated the walls and
floor of the room. He frowned, studying the familiar runes with a
practice eye, "Old Norse...?"
The Enchantress shifted from eavesdropping on Harry and Weapon's
mental conversation, to watching the Malfoy Heir trace his fingers
over the all to familiar symbols of which they had all become used to
reading over the previous five months. Yes, those were, indeed, Old
Norse Runes. She swept across the floor toward several of the runes
in the left wall, and Draco's curious gaze followed her, only moments
before his feet accompanied said gaze.
"Anything interesting?" yeah, he was capable of reading _some_ runes,
but he hadn't bothered to learn the whole language. What did he care,
when all was said and done? Learning a dead language wouldn't help
him.
The young woman retrieved her athame, sketching a light rune into the
air to allow her to see the runes that much better, "Now what could
this be...?" this time the athame was used like a lever, digging into
the carving of the rune, digging under a small, black stone, and
popping it out with a little bit of elbow grease.
There was the sound of stones grinding upon stones, and Lily's echo
broke the stalemate with her originator's son, "How did you..."
Hermione held the small black stone up between two fingers, "Just a
little deduction," she smiled haphazardly, and Harry laughed.
"That's our Enchantress, alright. Always seems to figure everything
out first," he shook his head, before grinning widely at
his 'mother', "So, you going to tell us where those pages are?"
"Hardly," sniffed the echo, "I'm not about to let _anyone_-- even my
flesh and blood-- anywhere _near_ those pages!"
"And why not?" Malfoy growled, stalking closer to the echo, and the
ruby focus stone directly beneath her image, "Why won't you let us
get those pages and find out how to get rid of a Weapon!?"
Lily Evans crossed her arms stubbornly, turning her head away from
the three sixteen year olds. Hermione groaned. This would take
awhile; especially if Lily was even half as stubborn as her long-time
friend.
Sometimes, life sucked.
---
He'd been a rabbit for three days.
That was the longest he'd ever been in his non-human form. It was...
creepy, to say the least. He couldn't digest human foods, but that
wasn't all that bad-- Dean was surprisingly skilled at both cooking
the muggle way and cooking with magic; Nate had a good supply of
rabbit-friendly foods-- and he had to deal with practically being
Blaise's pet and hauled around with him whenever they had to go long
distances in the two teenagers' training.
But the worst part had to be the fact that when he was put down so
that Dean and Blaise could 'spar', he ended up being attacked by
beasts and creatures spelled into existence as 'incentive' for
training wizards, witches, and Druids to do their best. Nate had
become rather skilled at beating off larger animals in his bunny-form.
He'd jokingly entitled it "Rabbit-Fu."
Dean had told him he watched to much muggle entertainment.
But right now, he was being carried in Blaise's arms, wondering what
was going to happen now. The boys had exhausted themselves by
maintaining their own personal prowess, and keeping their conjured
enemies solid and "real" for any long period of time. Right now,
instead of looking like they were hiking through the Forbidden
Forest, the two druids and the rabbit were trudging across the stone
floor of the Training Center to the cots set up on the other side of
it.
Dean passed out in one of the cots before he'd done so much as tilt
forwards and fall. Blaise gave a tired laugh, before trudging over to
his own bed. He'd likely only get an hour's sleep before he was up
and moving again, but he'd rather sleep that time in a bed, then on
the cold stone of the Training Center's floor. He stripped off the
school robe he-- and the rest of the druids-- habitually donned every
time they woke up, leaving himself only in a pair of soft grey pants
belted around the waist, and a navy open fronted vest.
The Slytherin sprawled out over his own cot, curling up on one side,
and sleepily holding the rabbitified Nathaniel Calaveras to his chest
like he was some sort of living teddy-bear. The rabbit attempted to
wiggle his way out of the Druid Leader's grasp, so he could go
somewhere to think, or to possibly stand by the entrance until
someone else opened the door to enter and he could escape--
unfortunately, Blaise only tightened his sleepy grip on his sort of
friend.
Calaveras sighed, and settled himself down comfortably. It didn't
appear as though he would be getting free any time soon.
---
Gunn leaned over the shoulder of one of the muggleborn Ravenclaws,
curiously watching whatever it was that the Ravenclaw was doing. The
redhead kept silent as the Ravenclaw's fingers flew across what she
had called a 'key-board'; a part of one of those muggle 'Com-
Pewters'. Seeing as Virginia was rather pureblooded, she had no idea
what the bloody hell the other female was doing, but whatever it was,
it seemed impressive.
"So what's this?" she finally asked, after twenty-minutes of watching
the Ravenclaw work. The brunette in front of her didn't even bat an
eye.
"Laptop computer. Had Nate enchant it for me two years ago," even as
she talked, her fingers flew without hesitation, "As for what I'm
doing... I'm accessing NASA and various spy satellites currently in
orbit. It should help us be able to track Voldemort's movements."
Curious, Virginia leaned closer to the screen, "How could it do that?"
The Ravenclaw smirked, "Like this." And she muttered some words under
her breath, the image on the screen suddenly appearing on the wall in
front of them. What the image displayed was surprising-- it was
Hogwarts, and the surrounding terrain, only... from the air. The
Ravenclaw bit her lip, "I didn't even have to recalibrate the
position of the cameras for this one. It appears that the Muggle
governments were keeping an eye out on us magic-users."
Gunn frowned, "That's... rather disturbing. Can you get these 'cam-
ras' positioned to keep an eye out on the Ministry?"
"I'll get on it," the Ravenclaw nodded, "It might take awhile,
though. I'm training the younger years on how to use computers."
"You're excused from that," the Weapon intoned, "I want you to keep
surveillance on the Ministry like this. They won't expect it. Spells
they know-- muggle devices...? Hardly."
"Right," the Ravenclaw nodded, returning to her happy hacking. As
Gunn was leaving, she paused, turning back to face the brunette.
"What are you wearing, anyway?"
"This?" The student finally looked away from her screen, casting a
look down at her clothing, before looking back up, "Oh, it's just
something I made over the summer hols. Cosplay is a lot of fun."
Shaking her head, the redheaded pureblood left the 'weird' muggleborn
behind. That blue pleated miniskirt, and blue jacket like top with
the white scarf was just a little too strange for the Weapon.
---
The blonde man watched his master nervously, the snake-like man
pacing -- more like stomping-- in circles, muttering about annoying
pricks that killed his best friend. Lucius Malfoy had been completely
unaware that Lord Voldemort could possibly _have_ friends.
He wondered if his lord and master had finally gone off the deep end.
Then he gave the man a wide berth, afraid for his life. Riddle had
started to randomly fire off rather painful and quite lethal spells.
Whoever had put Voldemort into such a mood was going to die. If not
by Riddle's own hand, then by Lucius'.
He was afraid he might be accidentally killed in one of Riddle's now
frequent fits if he didn't.
---
When Blaise stirred, once again, into full wakefulness, he was a bit
confused about the weight on his stomach. With a groan, he pushed
himself up onto his elbows, to spy Bunny Nate sprawled out over his
belly, sleeping quietly.
Well... mostly quietly, in any case. Zabini found it amusing that
Nate was softly snoring. It was quite the sight, a rabbit snoring.
Shaking his head, the Druid swept Nate into his arms, climbed out of
the cot, then settled the still sleeping rabbit onto his pillow.
Strong fingers scratched the top of the multicolored rabbit's head.
"Goin' soft, Zabini?" Dean muttered, already seated on his own cot.
Blaise gave his teammate an annoyed look, but, surprisingly, did not
yank his hand away from Nate's skull, as the Gryffindor Druid had
expected. Instead, he trailed his fingers down the rabbit's back,
feeling the soft, silky fur brush against calloused fingers.
Blaise shook his head with a soft laugh, "Hardly. Nate just needs
someone who understands what he's going through."
Zabini pointedly ignored Thomas' raised eyebrow and silent enquiry of
when exactly Nathaniel had become 'Nate' in the Slytherin's mind.
After a few minutes, he withdrew his hand and pulled his robes back
on.
"Well, let's get going again, hmm?"
---
End Chapter
More Nate/Blaise bonding. Go me. :P
Phoenix Flight - Sulk no more, here be the next chapter!
mortal enemy of inanimate objects - Thankyou for the wonderful titles
^__^ If I did call Fawkes that, I don't recall it. I'll go check on
that later...
Bryt - I love being mean... and those eyes of yours are deadly :P
Lirael - Disassociative Identity Disorder? Aiyah, how many identities
does yoru Volde have? ... that's actually a bit of a scary thought...
Kennen - S'ok, I said it first, after all.
CassandrAIarwen - Wow, this can be considered a horror story? Sweet.
Sara Minks - Everyone is as you wouldn't have expected them. That's
the fun with destroying continum.
I'd respond to more reviews... but I have to go cook supper! Crap,
don't want to be late tonight!
*grumbles* Check the last forty eight or so chapters. They've all got
the disclaimer.
---
Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Forty-Nine : Random
The Itch
---
Bladewhip shifted uncomfortably as he watched Lily and Harry stare at
each other in silence. What was up with those two? The blonde haired
Slytherin crossed his arms, turning his attention away from the
mother-son pair, and towards the runes that decorated the walls and
floor of the room. He frowned, studying the familiar runes with a
practice eye, "Old Norse...?"
The Enchantress shifted from eavesdropping on Harry and Weapon's
mental conversation, to watching the Malfoy Heir trace his fingers
over the all to familiar symbols of which they had all become used to
reading over the previous five months. Yes, those were, indeed, Old
Norse Runes. She swept across the floor toward several of the runes
in the left wall, and Draco's curious gaze followed her, only moments
before his feet accompanied said gaze.
"Anything interesting?" yeah, he was capable of reading _some_ runes,
but he hadn't bothered to learn the whole language. What did he care,
when all was said and done? Learning a dead language wouldn't help
him.
The young woman retrieved her athame, sketching a light rune into the
air to allow her to see the runes that much better, "Now what could
this be...?" this time the athame was used like a lever, digging into
the carving of the rune, digging under a small, black stone, and
popping it out with a little bit of elbow grease.
There was the sound of stones grinding upon stones, and Lily's echo
broke the stalemate with her originator's son, "How did you..."
Hermione held the small black stone up between two fingers, "Just a
little deduction," she smiled haphazardly, and Harry laughed.
"That's our Enchantress, alright. Always seems to figure everything
out first," he shook his head, before grinning widely at
his 'mother', "So, you going to tell us where those pages are?"
"Hardly," sniffed the echo, "I'm not about to let _anyone_-- even my
flesh and blood-- anywhere _near_ those pages!"
"And why not?" Malfoy growled, stalking closer to the echo, and the
ruby focus stone directly beneath her image, "Why won't you let us
get those pages and find out how to get rid of a Weapon!?"
Lily Evans crossed her arms stubbornly, turning her head away from
the three sixteen year olds. Hermione groaned. This would take
awhile; especially if Lily was even half as stubborn as her long-time
friend.
Sometimes, life sucked.
---
He'd been a rabbit for three days.
That was the longest he'd ever been in his non-human form. It was...
creepy, to say the least. He couldn't digest human foods, but that
wasn't all that bad-- Dean was surprisingly skilled at both cooking
the muggle way and cooking with magic; Nate had a good supply of
rabbit-friendly foods-- and he had to deal with practically being
Blaise's pet and hauled around with him whenever they had to go long
distances in the two teenagers' training.
But the worst part had to be the fact that when he was put down so
that Dean and Blaise could 'spar', he ended up being attacked by
beasts and creatures spelled into existence as 'incentive' for
training wizards, witches, and Druids to do their best. Nate had
become rather skilled at beating off larger animals in his bunny-form.
He'd jokingly entitled it "Rabbit-Fu."
Dean had told him he watched to much muggle entertainment.
But right now, he was being carried in Blaise's arms, wondering what
was going to happen now. The boys had exhausted themselves by
maintaining their own personal prowess, and keeping their conjured
enemies solid and "real" for any long period of time. Right now,
instead of looking like they were hiking through the Forbidden
Forest, the two druids and the rabbit were trudging across the stone
floor of the Training Center to the cots set up on the other side of
it.
Dean passed out in one of the cots before he'd done so much as tilt
forwards and fall. Blaise gave a tired laugh, before trudging over to
his own bed. He'd likely only get an hour's sleep before he was up
and moving again, but he'd rather sleep that time in a bed, then on
the cold stone of the Training Center's floor. He stripped off the
school robe he-- and the rest of the druids-- habitually donned every
time they woke up, leaving himself only in a pair of soft grey pants
belted around the waist, and a navy open fronted vest.
The Slytherin sprawled out over his own cot, curling up on one side,
and sleepily holding the rabbitified Nathaniel Calaveras to his chest
like he was some sort of living teddy-bear. The rabbit attempted to
wiggle his way out of the Druid Leader's grasp, so he could go
somewhere to think, or to possibly stand by the entrance until
someone else opened the door to enter and he could escape--
unfortunately, Blaise only tightened his sleepy grip on his sort of
friend.
Calaveras sighed, and settled himself down comfortably. It didn't
appear as though he would be getting free any time soon.
---
Gunn leaned over the shoulder of one of the muggleborn Ravenclaws,
curiously watching whatever it was that the Ravenclaw was doing. The
redhead kept silent as the Ravenclaw's fingers flew across what she
had called a 'key-board'; a part of one of those muggle 'Com-
Pewters'. Seeing as Virginia was rather pureblooded, she had no idea
what the bloody hell the other female was doing, but whatever it was,
it seemed impressive.
"So what's this?" she finally asked, after twenty-minutes of watching
the Ravenclaw work. The brunette in front of her didn't even bat an
eye.
"Laptop computer. Had Nate enchant it for me two years ago," even as
she talked, her fingers flew without hesitation, "As for what I'm
doing... I'm accessing NASA and various spy satellites currently in
orbit. It should help us be able to track Voldemort's movements."
Curious, Virginia leaned closer to the screen, "How could it do that?"
The Ravenclaw smirked, "Like this." And she muttered some words under
her breath, the image on the screen suddenly appearing on the wall in
front of them. What the image displayed was surprising-- it was
Hogwarts, and the surrounding terrain, only... from the air. The
Ravenclaw bit her lip, "I didn't even have to recalibrate the
position of the cameras for this one. It appears that the Muggle
governments were keeping an eye out on us magic-users."
Gunn frowned, "That's... rather disturbing. Can you get these 'cam-
ras' positioned to keep an eye out on the Ministry?"
"I'll get on it," the Ravenclaw nodded, "It might take awhile,
though. I'm training the younger years on how to use computers."
"You're excused from that," the Weapon intoned, "I want you to keep
surveillance on the Ministry like this. They won't expect it. Spells
they know-- muggle devices...? Hardly."
"Right," the Ravenclaw nodded, returning to her happy hacking. As
Gunn was leaving, she paused, turning back to face the brunette.
"What are you wearing, anyway?"
"This?" The student finally looked away from her screen, casting a
look down at her clothing, before looking back up, "Oh, it's just
something I made over the summer hols. Cosplay is a lot of fun."
Shaking her head, the redheaded pureblood left the 'weird' muggleborn
behind. That blue pleated miniskirt, and blue jacket like top with
the white scarf was just a little too strange for the Weapon.
---
The blonde man watched his master nervously, the snake-like man
pacing -- more like stomping-- in circles, muttering about annoying
pricks that killed his best friend. Lucius Malfoy had been completely
unaware that Lord Voldemort could possibly _have_ friends.
He wondered if his lord and master had finally gone off the deep end.
Then he gave the man a wide berth, afraid for his life. Riddle had
started to randomly fire off rather painful and quite lethal spells.
Whoever had put Voldemort into such a mood was going to die. If not
by Riddle's own hand, then by Lucius'.
He was afraid he might be accidentally killed in one of Riddle's now
frequent fits if he didn't.
---
When Blaise stirred, once again, into full wakefulness, he was a bit
confused about the weight on his stomach. With a groan, he pushed
himself up onto his elbows, to spy Bunny Nate sprawled out over his
belly, sleeping quietly.
Well... mostly quietly, in any case. Zabini found it amusing that
Nate was softly snoring. It was quite the sight, a rabbit snoring.
Shaking his head, the Druid swept Nate into his arms, climbed out of
the cot, then settled the still sleeping rabbit onto his pillow.
Strong fingers scratched the top of the multicolored rabbit's head.
"Goin' soft, Zabini?" Dean muttered, already seated on his own cot.
Blaise gave his teammate an annoyed look, but, surprisingly, did not
yank his hand away from Nate's skull, as the Gryffindor Druid had
expected. Instead, he trailed his fingers down the rabbit's back,
feeling the soft, silky fur brush against calloused fingers.
Blaise shook his head with a soft laugh, "Hardly. Nate just needs
someone who understands what he's going through."
Zabini pointedly ignored Thomas' raised eyebrow and silent enquiry of
when exactly Nathaniel had become 'Nate' in the Slytherin's mind.
After a few minutes, he withdrew his hand and pulled his robes back
on.
"Well, let's get going again, hmm?"
---
End Chapter
More Nate/Blaise bonding. Go me. :P