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. Please also see the disclaimer at the bottom of this chapter (we won't mention which game it is here 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! :) Part 2 of the disclaimer: All gaming terms, references, settings and characters relating to Werewolf: The Apocalypse are owned by White Wolf (Martyn, Macha, Dave, and Lizzy are our own characters however), no copyright infringement is intended. BTW, we are not making a penny off this.

We also want to take this opportunity to acknowledge our good friend, Jason. He created Amadeus and the Werewolf chronicle from which our characters, Martyn and Macha, were based. Without his creative input, Martyn and Macha, and their subsequent development, would never have existed.

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The Lord, The Lady, and Luna

Chapter 12: "Bicklebee's Apprentice

"Madam Pomfrey," Dave asked, as he entered the Hospital Wing, "Are you here?"

"Yes, I am, what is the matter?" was her reply, as she left her office and walked towards Dave.

"Well, nothing actually. Professor Snape sent me here."

"Why would Professor Snape send you here if there is nothing wrong?"

"Probably because I drank a wound-closing potion that we just made in class," Dave replied.

"You what?!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, rushing closer to examine him.

"It didn't smell too bad. And it tasted, in an odd way, rather pleasant."

"How long ago was this?" Madam Pomfrey asked, waving her wand over Dave.

"About ten minutes ago," was Dave's nonchalant reply, "Doesn't seem to be doing anything."

"Hmm, must have mixed the potion wrong."

"That's not what Professor Snape said. He marked mine right away and he said it was done properly."

"That is odd," Madam Pomfrey said, looking rather puzzled, "You should be violently ill by now. I do not understand this." Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Dave a second time. "According to the exam, you are perfectly healthy. However, you seem to be somewhat unlike anyone else I've examined."

"That's putting it mildly," Dave replied, "Can I go to my next class now since I'm ok?"

"Very well," Madam Pomfrey said, still looking puzzled. Dave left the Hospital Wing and headed towards the Charms classroom. Madam Pomfrey headed straight to her office and stuck her head into the fire.

"Professor Dumbledore?" she called.

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey?" came Dumbledore's answer.

"David Murray just came to the Hospital Wing. It seems he had ingested a wound-closing potion. If that were the case, he should be violently ill by now, but he's fine. Also, when I examined him, he seemed different than any other student."

"Ah yes, Mr. Murray. He has regenerative powers," Dumbledore answered.

"But how can that be? Humans cannot regenerate."

"Very good, Madam Pomfrey. You seem to have answered your own question. You will probably understand in time."

"Very well, Headmaster. Thank you," she said as she withdrew her head from the fire.

Dave followed the sounds of Ron's giggling all the way to Charms class. "Sorry I'm late Professor Flitwick, the Potions Master made me go to the Hospital Wing."

"Are you ok Mr. Murray?" Flitwick asked him.

"Fine Professor, would I be able to demonstrate a charm I have been working on? I want to make sure I am doing it right," Dave requested.

"Why yes Mr. Murray," Flitwick said cheerily, "Go right ahead."

"Ok," Dave said as he pointed his finger at the fireplace at the far end of the hall. With the smallest of movements from his fingertip, a jet of flame shot forth from his hand and struck the fireplace right in the middle. Dave seemed unsurprised at the intensity of his spell, but he was the only one. When his spell was completed, Dave gave a quick shake of his hand, and then did what could have passed for blowing out a candle, on his finger tip.

"Everyone, please read the chapter about the local igniting spell, I'll be right back," Professor Flitwick said as he rushed to his office. Once inside he poked his head into the fire and called for Professor Dumbledore. "Headmaster Sir, are you there?"

"Why yes, Professor. What may I do for you?" Professor Dumbledore said as he turned to face the fire.

"David just cast a very intense flame spell. It charred the fireplace."

Dumbledore smiled before replying, "Ah yes, he has some potency to his charms. Was anyone harmed?"

"No Sir," Flitwick replied. "It wasn't so much the spell, but what he did afterwards that alarmed me. He seemed to blow out his finger."

"Oh No!"

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Short chapter but sets up the next one really good. Just wait till you find out what Bicklebee is like.

PS - Bicklebee is there for comic relief.