Once again: The plot of this story is based on JKR's Harry Potter series. Our plot weaves in 2 new characters: David Murray and Elizabeth Fawkes. While Lizzy is an addition, Dave replaces Seamus Finnigan. It also incorporates ideas borrowed from the White Wolf storyteller game system (we won't mention which game as it will give away a big surprise, but it is wicked fun to play). Many new characters will appear in following chapters which are our characters based on the game system we played. Our plot weaves around the original plot of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. We own only our own characters and our plot. All other characters and the original plot belong to JK Rowling. Please don't sue us! :)

AN: The name 'Macha' is pronounced (mawsha). For those who watch the show and noticed, yes, her last name McNeill is taken from actor Robert Duncan McNeill, who plays Tom Paris on Star Trek: Voyager.

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The Lord, the Lady, and Luna

Chapter 6: What's With the Chocolate

At the door to the Hospital Wing, Dave hesitated before walking in. Madam Pomfrey noticed him and hurried over.

"Is there something wrong? Are you ill?" she asked with concern.

"Umm, I'm not sure," Dave began, hesitantly. Madam Pomfrey looked a bit perplexed.

"Not sure? Well, start at the beginning. What is your name?"

"Oh, sorry. It's David Murray."

"Very well, David, tell me what's wrong, or what happened," Madam Pomfrey gestured for Dave to sit as she said this.

"Ok, well, it started in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When I first walked in, my head started to pound. At first I tried to ignore it, but it got worse. I asked to be excused and Professor Quirrell directed me here. As soon as I left the class, though, my head felt better. I thought I'd go back in, seeing as I felt better, but as soon as I walked up to the classroom door, my head started to hurt again. That's when I came here," Dave said. Madam Pomfrey looked thoughtful for a moment. She took out her wand and did an examination charm over Dave.

"Well, David, I can't find anything actually wrong with you. Are you allergic to garlic by any chance?"

"No, I love the stuff. I eat it all the time," Dave replied.

"Any other allergies, then?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"No, none that I know of," Dave replied.

"Hmm, well, it's possible that something in the classroom is bothering you. Professor Quirrell uses any number of herbs and strange substances in his efforts to ward off evil. Perhaps it is something you have not yet come in contact with. I shall investigate. In the meantime, I suggest you go see Professor Dumbledore. Anytime something odd or inexplicable happens, he likes to know the details."

"Yes, ma'am." Dave got up to leave.

"And if you have any more pain, make a note of where, when, what's around you, and what you're eating if it's during meals, and come see me right away."

"Yes, ma'am," Dave repeated and left the Hospital Wing. At Dumbledore's office, he noticed that the gargoyle was again open for him. With some trepidation, he went up and knocked on the door.

"Come in," came Dumbledore's voice from the other side. Dave opened the door, walked in, and stopped short. There were two people in the office with Dumbledore already. One was a tall, massively muscular man, with silvery-grey hair, although he appeared to only be in his thirties. The other was a woman, also apparently in her thirties, very pretty with long reddish-brown hair, yet Dave felt that if she really wanted to, she could probably break him in half. The sword she carried at her side might have had something to do with that. Then he noticed the sword the man had. It was a massive Scottish claymore, strapped to his back. Dave suddenly wasn't too sure he wanted to be here and backed towards the already-closed door.

"Umm, sorry Professor," he said, "I didn't realize you had company. I'll come back later."

"No, David," Dumbledore replied, "It's alright. Actually, we were just talking about you."

"Oh, umm," Dave backed more firmly into the door and kept glancing around. "Are you medi-wizards?"

"No, we're not," the woman replied, "Actually, we're not wizards at all. We are simply old friends of Professor Dumbledore."

"This is Martyn MacLeod," Dumbledore said, indicating the tall man, "And this is Macha McNeill-Gardiner," he added, indicating the woman. "They are knowledgeable in dealing with certain types of recurring dreams and have, in the past, provided anger-management 'counseling' for those who qualified." Dumbledore indicated Dave to the other two, "This is David Murray. He's one of my brighter first-year students."

"Oh, umm, nice to meet you," Dave walked forward and shook hands with Martyn and Macha.

"A pleasure to meet you, young man," Martyn said. Macha smiled kindly at Dave. He scurried back against the door as soon as he had shaken hands with both of them.

"I must say, David, your uncle would be proud of you right now," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Now, why don't you tell me what brings you to my office, again."

"Umm, yes sir," Dave replied. "It's my Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When I walked in there, my head started to pound. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and asked to be excused. But, as soon as I left the room, my head felt better. When I walked back up to the door to go back in, it started to hurt again. Madam Pomfrey says she couldn't find anything wrong with me. She says maybe I'm allergic to something Professor Quirrell has in the classroom."

"Hmm, that is rather unusual," Dumbledore replied, "I will ask Professor Quirrell to provide me with a list of every substance that he uses in his wards against evil. Perhaps you are indeed allergic to something."

"But that will probably take quite some time, sir," Dave said, looking worried. "How will I study if I can't go to class?"

"Good point," Dumbledore said, then thought for a moment. "You will take your Defense Against the Dark Arts as an independent study. You are undoubtedly past most of the first year lessons anyways, thanks to your uncle's training, so what I will do is have you write the standard end-of-year first year Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. Based on how you score, you will be given lessons to follow. And since Professor Quirrell is often rather busy, I will set you the lessons myself, as well as mark them."

"Oh, umm, thank you Professor," Dave replied.

"You may return to your common room. Come to my office when you next have Defense Against the Dark Arts and you can write that exam," Dumbledore said.

"Yes sir," Dave replied. "Nice to meet you sir, ma'am." With that, Dave left Dumbledore's office. As soon as the door closed behind him, Dumbledore turned to Martyn and Macha.

"Well, based on what you've told us, what he just said, and the way he's acting," Martyn spoke up, "I'd say there's a pretty good chance that he is indeed what we think. You said that in the past, his dreams seemed to occur once a month. Do you know what phase of the moon?"

"No, but I have his exact birth date, if that'll help," Dumbledore replied.

"Do you have an astronomy chart for that time?" Martyn asked, then muttered, "Please, not full, not full."

"Yes indeed," Dumbledore replied and fetched a chart out of his cupboard. He looked over it carefully, then said, "David was born during the full moon. Is that significant?"

"Watch his temper, Professor. Keep a very, very close eye on him," Martyn replied.

"That I can do. I'll watch him in such a way that neither he nor anyone else will be aware of it, yet I'll be able to handle him should anything happen," Dumbledore said.

"With all due respect, Professor," Martyn said, "Don't hesitate. If he becomes at all aggressive, use all force necessary to restrain him. Knock him out if you have to. And send Fawkes to me immediately."

"Will do, and thank you for coming," Dumbledore said.

"Anytime, Professor," Macha replied, "You know we love to visit. And when are you going to introduce me to those twins you keep telling me about?"

"Um, maybe next time," Dumbledore said with a smile. He shook hands with Martyn and gave Macha a hug. Those two then left Hogwarts.

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For Lizzy, the rest of Defense Against the Dark Arts passed uneventfully. At dinner, she tried to sit near Dave, but was again swamped by a number of boys. She ate rather quickly and escaped up to the Gryffindor common room to do her homework. Dave, as soon as he finished eating, was approached by Hagrid.

"Ready fer yer detention?" Hagrid asked, not unkindly.

"Um, sure Mr. Hagrid," Dave replied, getting up.

"Just Hagrid will do," Hagrid said with a smile as they walked out past his cottage to a large patch of ground with rows of plants. "Ah, 'ere we are, David. Ye'll be helpin' me in th' pumpkin patch."

"Sure, what should I start with?" Dave asked.

"Well, David, we'll start by checking fer gnomes," Hagrid said. "You start on th' far end, I start here. If there are any, get rid of 'em th' usual way. Then, inspect th' leaves of the pumpkin plants fer flesh-eatin' slugs. If ye find any, come let me know. Finally, we'll be checkin' for any buried Doxy eggs. We don't want any of them hatchin' around 'ere." Dave walked to the opposite end of the patch and set to work. As it got dark and the moon rose, he found himself getting distracted. Every so often, Hagrid would call to him to keep working. Each time it happened, Dave was staring at the moon, which was currently a bright, silver half-circle in the sky. By around ten that night, they had gotten most of the work done and Hagrid called a halt.

"Time to go back to yer dorm now, David. Don't wanna be staying up too late," Hagrid said. "I'll walk ye back up to th' doors."

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Meanwhile, up in the Gryffindor common room, Lizzy was working on her homework. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also sitting at the same table. After working on their Transfiguration and Charms homework, the group began the essay that Professor Snape had assigned.

"Geez, it's the first day of school and Snape's already loading us with homework," Ron griped. "I hate Potions."

"Oh, Potions class isn't all that bad," Lizzy said. "It's actually rather easy."

"Well, maybe for you. Snape doesn't seem to hate you," Ron replied.

"He doesn't hate you, either, Ron," Lizzy said, "But I'll help you a bit if you really need it."

"You shouldn't, you know," Hermione said. "How will he learn if he doesn't do the work himself?"

"Oh, I'm not saying I'll do his work for him," Lizzy replied, "But a little help wouldn't hurt." Lee Jordan caught Lizzy's last comment and seized his chance. He casually sauntered over to where Lizzy was sitting.

"I couldn't help but hear something about helping with Potions," he said to Lizzy. "I'm actually quite good at it myself. I'd be more than happy to lend a hand." Without giving Lizzy a chance to respond, he moved to stand behind her and looked over her shoulder at the parchment she was working on. Part of the essay included making a chart, matching certain plants with their properties. Lee, oblivious to the snorts from Harry, Ron, and the twins, and the giggles from the girls in the room, began 'helping' Lizzy fill her chart in. What he didn't realize was that Lizzy, who already knew the answers, was subtly directing him to each correct one. Hermione saw what Lizzy was doing and snorted. Lizzy heard the snort, gave Hermione a small wink, and grinned mischievously. Just then, Dave returned from his detention.

"Hey Dave," Lizzy and several others called out.

"Hey everyone," he replied, then noticed what Lee was doing. "I didn't think you'd need help with your homework so soon, Elizabeth."

"Oh, it's Potions homework," Lee replied for her. "That's a really hard subject, you know. But I must say, she gets the answers real quick with my help." Behind Lee, so that only Dave could see, Lizzy rolled her eyes, then grinned again.

"Ah," Dave said knowingly, seeing Lizzy's expression.

"Thanks for your 'help', Lee," Lizzy said. "I'm sure I can get the rest now." Lee walked back to his original seat with a delighted grin on his face. Dave walked over to the table.

"Hey, Elizabeth, have you ever had Honeydukes chocolate?" he asked.

"Um, I'm not sure," she replied. "My Gran has given me chocolate lots of times but I don't remember what kind it was."

"Well then, here," Dave offered her a largish piece of chocolate.

"Thanks," Lizzy smiled at him as she took it. Dave then handed out pieces of the same large chocolate bar to others in the common room, except the twins. When everyone else had a piece, Dave split a second bar of chocolate in half and gave that to the twins.

"Gee, thanks Dave," they said. Then, realizing that they had much bigger pieces than Lizzy, they both offered her some of theirs. Dave, walking casually past her, whispered,

"Don't take any of their chocolate. Maybe you could suggest to them to race and see who can eat theirs faster." Lizzy remembered what Percy had said before about how they liked to hex food, and had heard Ron tell stories about them all day. She decided to follow Dave's advice.

"Thanks guys," she said to them, "But that's really just too much chocolate for me to eat. I have a better idea. I'd really like to see which of the two of you can eat your share faster."

"Great!" Fred and George exclaimed, "Whoever wins gets the girl!" With that, the two boys wolfed down their chocolate, then looked expectantly at Lizzy to see who won.

"Wow," she said, "You both ate so fast, you tied."

"Alright! We both get you!" the twins yelled gleefully. "Let's go make plans." They ran off to their dorms.

"Good thing you didn't take the chocolate, Lizzy," Ron said. "Those two hex everything they get their hands on."

"They didn't hex the chocolate," Dave said. "They didn't have it long enough."

"How come you warned me off then?" Lizzy asked.

"I never said it wasn't hexed," Dave replied with a smile. "I only said they didn't hex it." Ron face split into a broad grin as he realized what Dave was implying.

"You hexed it!" Ron said gleefully. "About time someone plays a prank on them. What will it do, anyway?

"Well, make sure you're on hand when they wake up tomorrow morning and go to the bathroom," Dave replied. "You'll probably hear about it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to have a word with Madam Pomfrey. I'll need her help with this too." Dave walked out the portrait hole. The others grinned in appreciation before going up to their dorms for the night.

In the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey hurried over to Dave as soon as he walked in, assuming he must be ill.

"What is it, Mr. Murray? Are you ill? Is your head hurting again?"

"Oh, um, no ma'am. But I do need your help with something," Dave replied. "Fred and George Weasley will be coming in here tomorrow morning. You know how they always play pranks on others? Well, I put a mild hex on some chocolate I gave them. It's harmless, but when they describe their 'symptoms', could you make it sound really nasty? Let them sweat for a bit, then maybe casually suggest that they might have eaten some hexed food."

"Ah yes, the Weasley twins," Madam Pomfrey said with a small smile. "It would indeed be fitting for them to be on the receiving end of a prank for once. Yes, I can definitely make them sweat for a good few minutes."

"Thanks, Madam Pomfrey," Dave said and went back up to Gryffindor tower. Everyone went to sleep as soon as they could so as to be up in time to hear what would happen with the twins.

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