Goodday ladies and gentlemen.
I apologize for the lack of updates.
I've honestly been trying to get out of bed and write, but every time I think I'm well enough to do something... I'm not. It sucks.
It feels like I've been fighting a monster case of the flu for the past few months day-in and day-out. I have been told, by many people, to go see a doctor.
I'm starting to think I should. But, to be honest... I'm absolutely terrified of doctors. DON'T LAUGH!! It's a serious problem...
The other part of why I didn't update was I couldn't remember my password ^_^;;
Lets see if I can hack out a chapter that's up to all your standards. I'm starting to get back into the groove... I hope... and I think it's all due to... dun dun dun... VADER LOVE! *laughs* Blame it on a couple of 12 year olds and their fascination with Star Wars-- Leigh's recently gotten back into it, and all she does is babble on and on and on about Star Wars. I think it should be considered a narcotic...
Anyways, thank you everyone for you comments and your queries into my health. You're all too kind. And I don't know how I got through over 100 comments praising me. It made my dizzy-- but in the good way, not the bad way, like the evil headache that had me on the verge of passing out today :P
Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
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Blackened Sunrise
Chapter 65 - Changes
The Itch
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It was with a smile that Hermione stepped out of the backroom, finally having managed to get out of that horrid get-up that she had been forced into. That was certainly not her idea of good clothing, and while what she was wearing was also not something she was used to, it was a great deal better. The "biker gear" that the Faeries had apparently dressed her in had been shed in favor of a white dress and loose black robe. The robe was belted around her waist with a sturdy leather belt, from which her athame hung, her staff slung across her back. She had kept the gloves that had come with the 'biker' outfit, for the sake of having something with which to protect her hands.
"Feeling better?" Remus smiled at the girl, equally as thankful that she had gotten out of that getup. It hadn't been appropriate for a girl to wear, after all.
"Much," Hermione stretched, her back popping and cracking something awful.
"Can with continue with the... events that have occurred since the last time I was at Hogwarts?"
"I've pretty much explained everything," her words were muffled slightly as she pulled her wild hair out of her face with a simple white ribbon, "At least, everything that I know. The Mind Bond I share with Harry is... silent, for some reason. I am worried that something could have happened to him."
Remus shook his head, "You'd know if it was something terrible, Hermione. It would feel as though you were being ripped in half."
"You sound like you're speaking from experience, Professor."
"It's Remus, and yes, I am. I had such a bond with James... when he died, it was more than I could take. Especially given the time of month it was..." he shook his head, "But I digress, we're supposed to be discussing the present, not the past."
"But to understand the present, we must understand the past," Hermione smiled pleasantly, "history goes in circles, after all."
Remus nodded, then paused, frowning, "That brings an interesting question to light, Hermione... if history goes in circles, then... has the Balance come and gone before?"
"It has," came the voice of the tiny Therius, "in it's wake, many were left dead. In it's wake, many were without family or home. In it's wake, the mystical slowly died out, and the... 'muggle', as you call it, grew."
You'd know, Velocity snickered, you were there, you old goat.
"Velocity, do shut up," the older Faerie grumbled. He had awoken during the original conversation between Lupin and Granger, but had not bothered to put in any input, given that he did not know any specifics about what they were speaking off. He had remained silent while the two searched for new clothing for Hermione, so this was the first time he had spoken in many hours.
It was depressing to know that he was the only Faerie that had bothered to honor the agreement made when they were first imprisoned all those years ago. Had his people learned nothing?
"What are you saying?" Hermione's face darkened, "that Harry's goal is for nothing? That we're headed towards... towards disaster?"
"If you keep on the present course?" Therius stared at her, hard and unforgiving, "Yes. You will fail to create this 'perfect' world you're so hell-bent on forming. Nothing is perfect, that's not how we were made. You wish to take from the mortal and immortal alike their ability to choose? You wish to make them dependant upon your Balance? It will not work. In the end, it will fail, be it five or five thousand years from now. The devastation will be severe."
The intelligent teenager could see the facts in the words he spoke, but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe that there could be something wrong with what Harry had planned... but then, hadn't Harry been the one to charge ahead? Hadn't he been the one to jump in head first, without bothering to see if the waters were deep or shallow?
How could she have been so blinded as to not go over her friend's plans with a fine tooth comb?
"Hermione," Remus set his hand on her shoulder, pulling her out of her thoughts, "don't blame yourself. Mind Bonds have a tendency to make you think like the person to whom you're bonded. That's why most Mind Bonded are married couples-- they already know how the other thinks and how to counteract it."
"But... you weren't married to Mister Potter..."
"No, I wasn't. Which is why I didn't understand half the things that came through our bond. If I had, I would have known Sirius was innocent, and he hadn't spent twelve years in Azkaban. Sometimes, you can be blinded by the Bond, and it's not a pleasant thing."
So what do we do? Velocity wondered, fluttering from Remus' shoulder back to his favored position of Hermione's head, I don't think your friend is going to listen if you try to force him too.
"No, he won't," Hermione smiled ruefully, "He doesn't like authority very much, although he has listened to it in the past."
"Do we have any idea of how to even present the idea to your friend, Young Mistress?"
Remus and Hermione stared at each other, wondering just that.
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"Get up you lazy son of a bitch!"
Bladewhip cracked an eye open, rolling over slightly to glare at whoever it was that was standing over him.
Oh joy, it's Princess Weasley, Hak snickered.
"What do you want?" the blonde managed to slur, glowering at the redhead who dared to interrupt his naptime. Virginia Weasley's eyes narrowed sharply, and she growled low in her throat-- a sound that one did not expect from the girl who's weapon form was a bird. Draco blinked a few times in surprise.
"We've found Hermione," the second in command had finally reigned in her temper, "You're taking Blaise to find her and bring her back to Hogwarts, where we can figure out just what the bloody flying hell is going on in this bloody castle."
"What, has something happened that your holiness can't figure out?"
"Stuff it Malfoy," Gunn glared at him, before stomping out of his room, "Blaise can fill you in, but if you do find that you absolutely _must_ contact me, I'll be in the Infirmary with Ron."
Still confused, the Living Weapon drew himself up out of his bed, and shuffled over to his closet to pull a new robe and under clothes from it. How delightful, he got to go track down the stupid Mudblood girl. He just got _back_ and now they wanted him to go out again? He wasn't some little puppy-dog that the redhead could order around whenever she wanted to!
Still, he straightened his pale tunic, and the dragon-skin trousers that matched the robe thrown over top, before gliding out of his quarters. This had better not take to long, he grumbled acidically.
It shouldn't, Hak sounded serious for once, there's something... new in the game, m'boy. I'm not exactly sure that this... is something that we really want to deal with right now.
"Oh great, lovely even. What's wrong now, you stupid voice?"
You called me stupid, so I'm not going to tell you!
"Hak..."
You can't hurt me, I'm the Power. I am EVERYTHING you neeeeeeeeeeeed~!
"You've been hiding in Calaveras' mind again, haven't you?"
Maaaaaaaybe, Hak may not have been able to grin, but he could certainly convey the emotion with his mental voice, Oh look, there's Zabini! Hi Zabini!
"He can't hear you, you bloody stupid---"
"Talking to yourself again, Draco?" Blaise looked amused.
"No, I'm talk to Hak," Draco rubbed his forehead, "Ruddy stupid voice won't stop bothering me."
"That's what they do," the other Slytherin laughed, clapping Bladewhip's shoulder with one gauntleted fist. Draco blinked as he realized that the youth he'd grown up with was not in his customary clothing. Instead, he was dressed in a black tunic with straight legged black pants. Over the tunic he wore finely crafted black chest piece and shoulder guards, "So, Gunn tell you what we're going to be doing?"
"Retrieving the Mudblood. I feel like a dog."
"I could always call you a dog if you wan-- ow! Watch it, Malfoy. I'm no Weapon like you are!"
"Yeah, well, get used to it."
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End Chapter
Yay.
I apologize for the lack of updates.
I've honestly been trying to get out of bed and write, but every time I think I'm well enough to do something... I'm not. It sucks.
It feels like I've been fighting a monster case of the flu for the past few months day-in and day-out. I have been told, by many people, to go see a doctor.
I'm starting to think I should. But, to be honest... I'm absolutely terrified of doctors. DON'T LAUGH!! It's a serious problem...
The other part of why I didn't update was I couldn't remember my password ^_^;;
Lets see if I can hack out a chapter that's up to all your standards. I'm starting to get back into the groove... I hope... and I think it's all due to... dun dun dun... VADER LOVE! *laughs* Blame it on a couple of 12 year olds and their fascination with Star Wars-- Leigh's recently gotten back into it, and all she does is babble on and on and on about Star Wars. I think it should be considered a narcotic...
Anyways, thank you everyone for you comments and your queries into my health. You're all too kind. And I don't know how I got through over 100 comments praising me. It made my dizzy-- but in the good way, not the bad way, like the evil headache that had me on the verge of passing out today :P
Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
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Blackened Sunrise
Chapter 65 - Changes
The Itch
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It was with a smile that Hermione stepped out of the backroom, finally having managed to get out of that horrid get-up that she had been forced into. That was certainly not her idea of good clothing, and while what she was wearing was also not something she was used to, it was a great deal better. The "biker gear" that the Faeries had apparently dressed her in had been shed in favor of a white dress and loose black robe. The robe was belted around her waist with a sturdy leather belt, from which her athame hung, her staff slung across her back. She had kept the gloves that had come with the 'biker' outfit, for the sake of having something with which to protect her hands.
"Feeling better?" Remus smiled at the girl, equally as thankful that she had gotten out of that getup. It hadn't been appropriate for a girl to wear, after all.
"Much," Hermione stretched, her back popping and cracking something awful.
"Can with continue with the... events that have occurred since the last time I was at Hogwarts?"
"I've pretty much explained everything," her words were muffled slightly as she pulled her wild hair out of her face with a simple white ribbon, "At least, everything that I know. The Mind Bond I share with Harry is... silent, for some reason. I am worried that something could have happened to him."
Remus shook his head, "You'd know if it was something terrible, Hermione. It would feel as though you were being ripped in half."
"You sound like you're speaking from experience, Professor."
"It's Remus, and yes, I am. I had such a bond with James... when he died, it was more than I could take. Especially given the time of month it was..." he shook his head, "But I digress, we're supposed to be discussing the present, not the past."
"But to understand the present, we must understand the past," Hermione smiled pleasantly, "history goes in circles, after all."
Remus nodded, then paused, frowning, "That brings an interesting question to light, Hermione... if history goes in circles, then... has the Balance come and gone before?"
"It has," came the voice of the tiny Therius, "in it's wake, many were left dead. In it's wake, many were without family or home. In it's wake, the mystical slowly died out, and the... 'muggle', as you call it, grew."
You'd know, Velocity snickered, you were there, you old goat.
"Velocity, do shut up," the older Faerie grumbled. He had awoken during the original conversation between Lupin and Granger, but had not bothered to put in any input, given that he did not know any specifics about what they were speaking off. He had remained silent while the two searched for new clothing for Hermione, so this was the first time he had spoken in many hours.
It was depressing to know that he was the only Faerie that had bothered to honor the agreement made when they were first imprisoned all those years ago. Had his people learned nothing?
"What are you saying?" Hermione's face darkened, "that Harry's goal is for nothing? That we're headed towards... towards disaster?"
"If you keep on the present course?" Therius stared at her, hard and unforgiving, "Yes. You will fail to create this 'perfect' world you're so hell-bent on forming. Nothing is perfect, that's not how we were made. You wish to take from the mortal and immortal alike their ability to choose? You wish to make them dependant upon your Balance? It will not work. In the end, it will fail, be it five or five thousand years from now. The devastation will be severe."
The intelligent teenager could see the facts in the words he spoke, but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe that there could be something wrong with what Harry had planned... but then, hadn't Harry been the one to charge ahead? Hadn't he been the one to jump in head first, without bothering to see if the waters were deep or shallow?
How could she have been so blinded as to not go over her friend's plans with a fine tooth comb?
"Hermione," Remus set his hand on her shoulder, pulling her out of her thoughts, "don't blame yourself. Mind Bonds have a tendency to make you think like the person to whom you're bonded. That's why most Mind Bonded are married couples-- they already know how the other thinks and how to counteract it."
"But... you weren't married to Mister Potter..."
"No, I wasn't. Which is why I didn't understand half the things that came through our bond. If I had, I would have known Sirius was innocent, and he hadn't spent twelve years in Azkaban. Sometimes, you can be blinded by the Bond, and it's not a pleasant thing."
So what do we do? Velocity wondered, fluttering from Remus' shoulder back to his favored position of Hermione's head, I don't think your friend is going to listen if you try to force him too.
"No, he won't," Hermione smiled ruefully, "He doesn't like authority very much, although he has listened to it in the past."
"Do we have any idea of how to even present the idea to your friend, Young Mistress?"
Remus and Hermione stared at each other, wondering just that.
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"Get up you lazy son of a bitch!"
Bladewhip cracked an eye open, rolling over slightly to glare at whoever it was that was standing over him.
Oh joy, it's Princess Weasley, Hak snickered.
"What do you want?" the blonde managed to slur, glowering at the redhead who dared to interrupt his naptime. Virginia Weasley's eyes narrowed sharply, and she growled low in her throat-- a sound that one did not expect from the girl who's weapon form was a bird. Draco blinked a few times in surprise.
"We've found Hermione," the second in command had finally reigned in her temper, "You're taking Blaise to find her and bring her back to Hogwarts, where we can figure out just what the bloody flying hell is going on in this bloody castle."
"What, has something happened that your holiness can't figure out?"
"Stuff it Malfoy," Gunn glared at him, before stomping out of his room, "Blaise can fill you in, but if you do find that you absolutely _must_ contact me, I'll be in the Infirmary with Ron."
Still confused, the Living Weapon drew himself up out of his bed, and shuffled over to his closet to pull a new robe and under clothes from it. How delightful, he got to go track down the stupid Mudblood girl. He just got _back_ and now they wanted him to go out again? He wasn't some little puppy-dog that the redhead could order around whenever she wanted to!
Still, he straightened his pale tunic, and the dragon-skin trousers that matched the robe thrown over top, before gliding out of his quarters. This had better not take to long, he grumbled acidically.
It shouldn't, Hak sounded serious for once, there's something... new in the game, m'boy. I'm not exactly sure that this... is something that we really want to deal with right now.
"Oh great, lovely even. What's wrong now, you stupid voice?"
You called me stupid, so I'm not going to tell you!
"Hak..."
You can't hurt me, I'm the Power. I am EVERYTHING you neeeeeeeeeeeed~!
"You've been hiding in Calaveras' mind again, haven't you?"
Maaaaaaaybe, Hak may not have been able to grin, but he could certainly convey the emotion with his mental voice, Oh look, there's Zabini! Hi Zabini!
"He can't hear you, you bloody stupid---"
"Talking to yourself again, Draco?" Blaise looked amused.
"No, I'm talk to Hak," Draco rubbed his forehead, "Ruddy stupid voice won't stop bothering me."
"That's what they do," the other Slytherin laughed, clapping Bladewhip's shoulder with one gauntleted fist. Draco blinked as he realized that the youth he'd grown up with was not in his customary clothing. Instead, he was dressed in a black tunic with straight legged black pants. Over the tunic he wore finely crafted black chest piece and shoulder guards, "So, Gunn tell you what we're going to be doing?"
"Retrieving the Mudblood. I feel like a dog."
"I could always call you a dog if you wan-- ow! Watch it, Malfoy. I'm no Weapon like you are!"
"Yeah, well, get used to it."
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End Chapter
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