A/N: After a long hiatus, I finally wote part 2! Yay! Anyway, that leaves one more to do. Anyway, this story takes place during "Goblet of Fire". I had some comments on the first one because of Scabbers. That story took place during "Prisoner of Azkaban" before it was revealed that Scabbers was really Wormtail.
Nice little warning, there is some slash here, and the Crabbe and Goyle scene was not a slash in my mind, but it does come off that way. I don't believe that any of the characters in Harry Potter are gay, but somehow things turn out that way sometimes. Anyway, my point is take this story in the fun that it is meant to be taken in.
Disclaimer: I have yet again done another atrocity to J.K. Rowling's books!
Photos Part 2
Harry, Ron, and Colin stood around in the Gryffindor boys dormitory. They had been discussing their latest plots and plans as the boys were wont to do, and the younger Colin's face was a deep shade of white that was not content to stay on his face but spread to his neck and the rest of his body, as the upper classmen presented their arguments to borrow the younger's special magical wizard camera. Ron's parents had not the money to spend on such a frivolous item, and performing major brain surgery on Dudley to make him of a human intelligence would be easier than getting Harry's aunt and uncle to splurg on him in this manner. Harry did not want to dip into his sizeable savings to buy one for himself (especially since there was one so handy), because that money was earmarked for his education (and buying special things for a certain Miss Chang). Colin's eyes grew wide as his elders explained their foolproof wicked plans for his prize possession. How could he give into their demands? What would his mother say?
"Oh, come off it! You want to see a picture of Hermione, Katie, Lavender, or the Patil twins, or especially Cho or Ginny as much as we do!" argued Harry in his most convincing way.
Ron's face turned a brilliant shade of red that even dulled his flaming red hair. "I'm not so sure about that photo of Ginny, but everyone else would be most brilliant!"
"But . . . but . . . what if we're caught!" argued the younger in a trembling voice.
"Oh, you worry too much, Colin!" Harry told him, "All we want to do is borrow your camera for a bit. No one will be the wiser."
"Yeah, I'll brave the treacherous terrain and take the pictures myself," Ron assured him. "If anyone gets in trouble, it will be me."
"And I'll tell Dumbledore that we told you we only wanted the camera for nature photos for our Care of Magical Creatures class," Harry backed him up, "And you know the Headmaster is a bit soft on me. Besides, who would expel the boy who defeated Voldemort."
Colin and Ron appropriately cringed at the mention of the evil Dark Lord. The younger boy clutched his camera close to himself for a few more minutes. He looked up from one of the older boys to the other. Finally, with a vast sigh of resignation, he relinquished his favorite magical item to his elders. Harry and Ron gave a whoop of delight. Harry held his hand up high to give his partner a high five, but Ron's face spelled out confusion at the muggle suggestion. Harry only shook it off. With the wicked device of mischief now in hand, the two fourth years put their heads together and plotted out the finer points of their naughty plans. With Harry's invisibility cloak thrown over his head and the Merauder's map in hand (This time Ron was really up to no good. The boys were doing their elders proud!), Ron made his way to the showers.
Two days later, Hedwig made her way to her master with the morning post. She bore a 9"x12" manilla envelope that she casually dropped in Harry's porridge. (Oh well, it was better than what Pigwigeon dropped in Ron's breakfast.) Turning a strange shade of red that bordered on purple, Harry snatched the precious private parcel from a soaking death. Excitement filled his stomach, and the soiled bowl of sustenance was no longer of interest. The same could not be said for Ron though. Not thinking, Harry eagerly went to rip open his mail for all peering and interested eyes to see. He stopped himself short, and casually tied the string back around the flap.
"Uh, I think this is a private matter from dear ole Padfoot," he announced, as he pulled back from the huddled friends and acquaintances of the Gryffindor table.
Hermione gave the two friends a glare that could have easily curdled milk for Harry's lack of tact in the matter. The look did nothing for Harry either, although he could honestly say that he had seen worse coming from Aunt Petunia. Ron, having grown up as the youngest of the Weasely boys was relatively unimpressed by her look. Fred and George had done worse to him, and Mrs. Weasely was a woman to be reckoned with. Knowing full well the delicate subject matter of the envelope in hand, the teen's knees knocked with the star model's expecting eyes on them. Harry hurriedly grabbed Ron and made a beeline for the Gryffindor boy's dorm. Hermione followed them, until Harry turned on her and explained.
"This is a man to man message from Padfoot. You wouldn't understand," he told her with a vast blush. She gave him one of those looks like 'Try me'. So, he added, "It's a personal problem."
Harry slammed the door on her, and Hermione muttered some not so very ladylike things as she marched away from the dorm. Harry leaned against the closed door and sighed a breath of relief at her fading footfalls. Although he knew he would have to face her wrath later, it would be better than letting her in on the parcel of secrets.
Harry turned to scan the sanctuary of the Gryffindor boys dorm to find only Ron there waiting with eager anticipation, but Colin, his younger brother Dennis, Dean, Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Neville and many Gryffindor (and not so Gryffindor invited gusts) boys gathered around. Harry gave a much embarrassed look, but out of the vast urgings and his eager curiosity, he opened the mysterious package, that was from Quickie Print Photo labs and not from Mr. Padfoot at all. On top of the pile of papers enclosed was a cryptic white sheet of paper that read in it bold block script "Tsk-Tsk!" The 14 year old boy did what any boy of his age would do. He crumpled the message and tossed it in the corner for the House Elves to clean up later.
The other boys hung over his shoulders to get a gander of the forbidden fruits thereof. Excitement hung as thick as the morning fog in the air. Another mess for the House Elves to clean up. With the top and foremost photo, shock grabbed hold of the gawking boys like a wedgie. Colin hid the eyes of his younger and more innocent brother. The picture before Harry and the Gryffindors was not at all that what he had expected. His face turned a deadly shade of red that would have done Uncle Vernon proud. In the magically moving photo before him was Draco Malfoy in all his Slytherin glory lathering up.
All breakfasts protested to the max, and Dean Thomas had to actually expel the protesting substance from out of the castle window. Far below and used to such flying matters (and unable to punish the perpetrators because of the Headmaster's rules about non-punishment against actions that cannot be helped.), Argus Filch unfolded his umbrella over his head. Mrs. Norris meowed a "Oh no, not again!" statement.
As the second picture was unveiled, more stomach contents flew. Oh well, the House Elves would earn their pay today. In the phot, Crabbe and Goyle, who did everything together (Mostly due to the fact that they shared one brain) were doing their daily cleansing needs. Each helped the other clean various body parts. Some of the boys stood and looked on with a morbid fascination. Others turned away before all vestiges of good taste were lost forever.
Harry flipped to the next picture in hopes of a light at the end of the tunnel, but he was punished like most sinners were. A frightful sense of foreboding irked into his being as he cracked open his eyes to see the next picture. There he was in all his glory including his steamed up and water splattered glasses and singing animatedly (thankfully) voicelessly "God Save the Queen"! The crowd that had dissipated after the Crabbe and Goyle incident, quickly returned to where The Boy Who Lived turned a most interesting shade of pale green and fell over unconscious with the pictures flying everywhere from his twitching hands.
The last photo of this atrocious fiasco floated out. Ron picked it up, and a self satisfied smug smile crossed his curled lips. The other boys, not having learned their lesson yet, were intrigued and had to go investigate. Things had not been bad enough in the animated pictorial world. Ron proudly turned the picture around for their gawking pleasure. There he was in the photo making many and various photogenic poses in all his glory.
The Gryffindor boys groaned in disgust. There were many and various (and some of a sharp pointy nature) things thrown at the youngest of the Weasely boys.
