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 13: Bicklebee Revealed
Dave arrived at the gargoyle leading to Professor Dumbledore's office. He paused for a moment, scratching his head.
"Hmm, I wonder what it is this time," he thought, then said out loud, "Kit Kat!...guess not...Starburst!...there we go." With that, Dave went up the stairs and knocked on the door.
"Come in," came Dumbledore's voice from inside. Dave walked in.
"You asked to see me, sir?" he asked.
"Yes, David. I wanted to talk to you about some of the spells you are learning. Professor Flitwick tells me you demonstrated a flame spell in Charms class today. Would you mind demonstrating it to me the way you did it in class?"
"Of course not, sir," Dave answered, then pointed his finger at the fireplace. "Inflamarum!" A jet of flame shot out of his fingertip and went into the hearth.
"Very good, David," Dumbledore said, "Is that all you did?"
"Um, yes, sir."
"Professor Flitwick said something about you blowing your fingertip out afterwards."
"I might have," Dave replied, "I got that from something I saw on a Muggle tele...televisor...no, that's not it...tele...vision. That's what it was. Mr. Weasley brought one over to my house and we watched something from the 'Wild West'. Some sort of North American show. The guys had these things called shooting irons and that's what they did with them. They'd shoot, blow out the iron thingys, then put them away."
"Ah yes, sort of an embellishment," Dumbledore nodded, "Now, where did you learn this spell?"
"From a book I got from a wizard in Diagon Alley during the summer," Dave replied.
"Ok, and who is this wizard?"
"Don't remember his name, but he said he knew my dad and my uncle, and he didn't cringe when he mentioned my uncle, so I thought he was kinda strange. I liked him right away and he didn't feel like a bad person."
"Do you still have the book?"
"Accio David's red book," Dave said as he pointed his finger in the direction of the door. Minutes later, a red book flew into the room. "Guess I should have mentioned I learned that spell too." Professor Dumbledore examined the cover of the book.
"Ah yes, I might have known," he said, "It appears this wizard does not want me reading his name."
"He's kind of peculiar. He did mention not to show this to his lovable, but domineering, know-it-all, goody-two-shoes, older brother," Dave replied.
"Yes, he would say that, did he tell you who his older brother is?"
"Nope, I haven't the foggiest clue. He did say however, that his brother can be kind of mean and keeps him locked away somewhere."
"Yes, I do," Dumbledore said, "For his, and everyone else's, safety." Dave looked rather stunned, his mouth hanging open in surprise.
"Then you'd know why he was leading a cow, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, it was probably a treat for Sparky."
"Sparky? Is that like his pet?" Dave asked.
"Yes, I suppose you could call her that," Dumbledore replied with a whimsical smile on his face.
"Um, am I in trouble, Professor? And can I keep that book?"
"No and yes. You couldn't possibly have known about my brother, and you've probably already read most, if not all, of the book."
"I'm just having trouble with the last spell," Dave said.
"What kind of trouble are you having with it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Finding room to practice it," Dave replied. Dumbledore flipped to the end of the book to see exactly which spell Dave was talking about.
"Ah yes, that one does require quite a lot of space. How about we make an agreement. I will allow you to continue learning spells from my brother, as undoubtedly he will be sending you more. It appears my brother has chosen you to be his apprentice. You, in turn, will promise not to try casting any new spells that he teaches you unless I am there as well. Agreed?"
"Yes, sir. That sounds fair. Can I still go and visit him in the summer?"
"We'll see," Dumbledore replied.
"Are you going to yell at him?"
"No, that doesn't work with young children. Bicklebee has a child-like mentality."
"So that's his name. I knew it rhymed with 'pickle'. When he first said it, I thought he said 'tickle me'."
"Yes, one of his favourite jokes. However, don't go looking for him in books using my last name. He goes by the name 'Bicklebee Blazemaster'. Now, off you go to dinner," Dumbledore said. Dave left the office and headed down to the Great Hall.
At dinner, it appeared that Dave and Ron were having a feeding frenzy. It was hard to tell who ate more. Near the end of dinner, Hermione turned to talk to Dave.
"Hey David," she asked, "Could you teach me that spell?"
"Which spell?" Dave asked in return.
"The one you cast in Charms class. The flame spell," Hermione said.
"Oh, um, I don't think that would be wise. It can really get away from you if you don't have the willpower to control it. But, if Professor Dumbledore allows it, then I will," Dave replied.
"Oh, ok. Well that's fair, I suppose. I'll go ask him, or do you want to?"
"Why don't you go?" Dave said. Hermione got up and practically ran to the head table. As she reached the table, Dumbledore smiled at her and asked,
"What has you so excited, Miss Granger?"
"Oh, Professor, I wanted to ask, would it be alright if David taught me that flame spell that he did in Charms class today?" Hermione asked, almost breathlessly.
"No, I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but I don't believe that it would be wise to allow anyone else to attempt that spell," Dumbledore replied. A very disgruntled Hermione walked back to her plate to finish eating. She seemed to spend the rest of the dinner hour grumbling to herself.