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. 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 Sorcerer's Stone (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.
Kudos to our Beta Reader Remus_is_Mine: aka JAX
Note to all our readers: If you read chapter 2 before the new year, please re-read it. When we originally uploaded it, for some strange reason, part of it was cut off. We've fixed the problem, the chapter's end should make a little more sense now. (If you started reading our story after Jan 1st, please disregard this.) Thanks!
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The Lord, the Lady, and Luna
Chapter 17: The Space Bubble
Lizzy sat for a few minutes, watching Dave sleep, and thought about all the new information she'd just learned. After a while, seeing that Dave wasn't likely to wake up anytime soon, she went off to her own dorm.
"Lizzy," came Hermione's voice, "What happened to David? Is he alright?"
"Dave's fine, Hermione," Lizzy answered, "But I can't really say what happened to him."
"Oh, come on, Lizzy," Hermione persisted, "You can tell me."
"I don't doubt that I can trust you," Lizzy said, "But it's Professor Dumbledore's instructions and I'm not really sure that I even understand it myself."
"Oh, well we can't disobey the Headmaster," Hermione agreed, "But he'll be fine, you said?"
"Oh yes," Lizzy replied, "He'll probably miss classes tomorrow, but I'm sure he'll be back to normal after that." With that, the two girls settled into their beds for the night. The other two occupants of the room were already fast asleep.
The next morning, Lizzy got up a little early and went up to Dave's room to check on him, finding that he was still fast asleep. Satisfied, she went down to breakfast with the others. Her first class that day was Transfiguration. Lizzy sat in her seat next to Hermione. That day's class consisted of the students copying notes from the blackboard. Just as the bell rang, Dave stumbled into the room.
"Ev'yone ca'relax," he drawled, " I ...am here." And with that, he slumped onto the floor. Lizzy and the rest of the class looked startled. Professor McGonagall walked up to him and reached a hand down to him, saying,
"Take my hand, Mr. Murray." Dave gasped with a look of shock and horror on his face and replied,
"That would leave you with one!" Ron couldn't contain his laughter and started chuckling madly. Professor McGonagall helped Dave into his seat and went back to her desk. The class settled down to their writing, the silence occasionally broken by Ron's giggling.
All of a sudden, they were startled by a strange sound from Dave's direction: 'Ooooeep'. Lizzy and Hermione glanced back at him only to hear a second strange sound ('Eeeeoop'). They then had to duck out of the way of the paper airplane that was flying straight at them. They heard the first sound again just as the plane landed in front of Hermione. She picked it up, unfolded it, and read "You have pretty brown hair". She giggled and showed it to Lizzy who also smiled. The same sounds were repeated, followed by another paper airplane. This one landed in front of Lizzy and read "You have pretty blonde hair". Lizzy showed it to Hermione and they both giggled. At this point, Lizzy figured that Dave was still drunk from the Fianna Brew and she was wondering how to get him back up to his room. Dave continued to punctuate the silence in the room with his sounds which they saw accompanied hand motions which seemed to 'draw' a dome shape around him. Each event included a paper airplane to either Lizzy or Hermione, with comments regarding their pretty eyes, noses, etc. The rest of the class tried to concentrate on writing their notes, but couldn't help laughing each time Dave made his noises and motions. When the class ended, Lizzy tried talking to Dave, but he was out the door and dashing to Potions class before she had the chance.
Lizzy walked into Potions to find Dave already there, sitting at his seat with a smile on his face. She had the distinct feeling that Dave's smile did not bode well for someone, and she suspected that that someone was probably their Potions Master, and possibly Draco Malfoy as well. Sure enough, no sooner had the class settled to making that day's potion, Dave raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Murray?" Snape asked.
"Professor, I have a challenge for you," Dave said, "Could you identify this potion?" Lizzy groaned as she recognized his Fianna Brew flask. Dave poured a little into a test tube and handed it to Snape who walked over to take it trying, and failing, to not look curious. As the class continued to make their potion, Lizzy noticed that Dave was adding ingredients that weren't listed on the board. He seemed to be adding whatever ingredients that came easiest to hand. After a while, Snape spoke to Dave,
"Mr. Murray, this seems to be nothing more than an alcoholic drink of some sort." Crabbe and Goyle perked up at hearing that. Dave noticed and turned to them.
"You guys want some?" he asked. Malfoy declined, but Crabbe and Goyle both looked eager. Dave poured them each a tiny sip's worth when Professor Snape wasn't looking. They downed it right away. Dave turned his attention to Snape. "Will you try it, Sir?" Snape looked a bit suspicious, but seeing Dave take a sip from his flask, he decided to take a tiny sip as well, having failed to exactly identify the drink. Seeing that, Dave grinned again. "Perhaps you should take the rest of the day off, Professor."
"Why would I do that?" Snape asked. At this point, Crabbe and Goyle both slumped off their chairs, unconscious, and Dave started laughing. "What is so funny, Mr. Murray?" By now, Dave was laughing so hard, he could barely manage the words.
"You...just...drank...Fianna Brew!" he gasped in between snickers. Snape's eyes widened and he walked over to Dave.
"If this is Fianna Brew," he said, very quietly, "Then that would imply that you are..."
"I'mFianna, wann hiccup see my teeth?" Dave replied, grinning madly. Snape straightened and said,
"Class, bring your potions to the front for marking, then you are dismissed to lunch. You two, and you two," he added, pointing to four Slytherins, "take Crabbe and Goyle to the Hospital Wing." The class hurried to hand in their potions, wanting to leave as soon as possible. Snape, starting to feel the effects of the Fianna Brew, stumbled over to the fire in his office, informed Professor Dumbledore of what had happened, then collapsed onto the small couch that was in there. Hurrying, Lizzy caught up with Dave just outside the Potions classroom.
"Dave," she called, causing him to turn around, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"SureLizabeth," he drawled, appearing to be near sleep again.
"I think you should go to bed, you look tired."
"Yess, I'mon mywaythere," he said, swaying a little. "Wanncome?"hiccup
"Yes, I'll help you there," Lizzy said, blushing a bit while supporting him. "Dave, what were you doing in Transfiguration class? I mean, you made some strange hand motions and sounds, then you..."
"Shhhh! Someone might hear you," Dave cautioned, "I was making a Space Bubble. You can't see or hear anyone in a Space Bubble."
"Right..." was all Lizzy could think of to say. Blackmail material for sure was what she was thinking. Once they were up in his room, he plopped onto his bed. "Now, Dave, I want you to promise you'll stay in your room until tomorrow morning."
"Ok, Elizabeth," he replied.
"Promise?"
"Promissss..." he said and promptly fell asleep. Again, Lizzy tucked the blanket around him, then went down to lunch.
Later on that day, after dinner, she went back up to his room to check on him. True to his promise, he was still there.
"Hi Dave," she greeted him as she walked in, "How are you feeling?"
"Ugh," was his response, "What's up, Elizabeth? I seem to remember making a promise to not leave my room until tomorrow morning."
"Just checking on you," she replied, sitting down, "And yes, you did promise me to stay here until tomorrow. So, now that you're feeling better, can you tell me a bit about the Garou world? Martyn said that you're a werewolf, but I get the distinct impression that you're nothing like the ones mentioned in my textbook. Also, he said something about shifting forms. Plural."
"Right. Well, first of all, the werewolves mentioned in your textbooks aren't true werewolves. They're humans who've been infected with a curse which was invented by the Black Spiral Dancers. Those are the evil Garou. As for my forms, there are five. Human form, wolf form, there's the near-man, that's like human but bigger and hairier. There's the great wolf, which is a huge wolf, and our fighting form which is halfway between man and wolf, and huge."
"Um, ok. Another thing...when they left, they walked into your mirror."
"Yes," Dave replied, "That's how we travel sometimes. The mirror is the doorway into the realm of the spirits."
"Where did your scars come from?"
"I fought an evil one."
"Evil one?"
"Yes, an evil spirit."
"Oh. Was it a really powerful one?"
"Powerful enough."
"Martyn wants to know right away what happened. If you like, I'll go tell Professor Dumbledore, and he'll send Fawkes to Martyn," Lizzy offered.
"Ok," Dave replied, once again near sleep. Lizzy smiled at him before going downstairs. She obtained that day's password to Professor Dumbledore's office from Professor McGonagall, used it to get past the gargoyle, and knocked on Dumbledore's office. When she heard Dumbledore's voice inviting her in, she entered and sat in the indicated chair.
"What can I do for you, Miss Fawkes?" the Headmaster asked.
"Well, Mr. MacLeod said he would like to know what happened," Lizzy replied, "Dave can't come and tell you though because, after this morning's events, I made him promise to stay in his room until tomorrow morning."
"A wise decision, Miss Fawkes," Dumbledore said with a smile, "So I presume you are here to tell me yourself?"
"Yes Sir. Dave said he fought an evil spirit. It sounded as though it was just powerful enough to cause Dave some difficulty."
"Thank you, Miss Fawkes. I will send Fawkes to Mr. MacLeod right away," Dumbledore said, "You should probably return to your common room now."
"Yes, Professor, good night," Lizzy replied, left the office, and returned to Gryffindor Tower.
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