Title: Silent Butterfly
Disclaimer: I don't own. Anything. Except the general thought. Story was originally thought up after listening to Smile.Dk's 'Butterfly'.
Summary: In retrospect, a voice wasn't so much of a loss, as long as he accomplished his goals. If he still had his voice, he would've said the spell again because it did the task. Linked to the Insanity Duet stories--though not dependent.
Book On Butterflyes - Chapter Ten
Like most other magical beings, the Butterflyes have a Lifemate, a single soul bound to them by the Council on their majority.
Though such a thing is rare, the Lifemate can become a Butterflye should the bond be strong enough and the Councils will permits it.
Lifemates can only ignore the pull for so long before their bodies begin to shut down.
SIX
Ted pouted as he looked over the instructions for the potion that Harry wanted him to make. He had ready access to the ingredients, but they each required extensive preparation before he could add them together.
He closed his potions book and opened Harry's Charms class notes from first year.
Even sending things flying around the room didn't sound appealing to the ten-year old at the moment.
He paused for a second before grabbing the extra wand that Harry had brought with him when he had left the Dursleys (thirteen-and-a-half inches, yew) and wordlessly conjured up a television. He then snuggled down into a likewise conjured armchair and feather down blanket before drifting off to sleep.
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Harry gave a fond smile at seeing the little child curled up in the chair, the light from the television flashing across his face.
He gently took Ted's wand from between his small fingers and swished it at the television to shut it off. Too good a piece of magic to just throw it away, he thought. He stuck the wand in his hip pocket as he gently scooped up the wand's owner.
With the child cradled safely in his arms, he only stumbled slightly at feeling the tiny twinge that came from his scar. He hurried and tucked Ted into bed, making sure that Ted's wand was safely in the special pocket that had been charmed into the little boy's sleeve.
Back out in the living area, he knelt down at the small table that sat there, ink and quill spread upon it.
With a smile, he started to craft his letter.
Dear OOTP:
I am still perfectly fine.
I hope that my continued letters are of a relief to you.
I still won't tell you anything about where I am except that I am with friends.
And before you ask, Mrs. Weasley, yes, they are feeding me.
All I am doing is catching up on my schoolwork that has seemed to escape my notice until now.
Professor Snape, did you know that the newest version of Fantastical Beasts and Where to Find Them says that the Kappa is from Japan? I also am regretful that you stumbled upon my room in that state. I could only tell that someone was coming, not who.
I'm currently rather bored since my roommate is sleeping. If I go and get my books, it will surely wake him up. He's rather funny. Parseltounge can calm him to sleep, but snakes frighten him like nothing else. Our other roommate finds this funny as well.
I once made the mistake of leaving out a parchment with the Hogwarts seal on it and had to spend many minutes prying him off the ceiling, hissing to him to calm him down.
Well, I really should send this off--I have to start the food for our meal.
In three days...
Yours, Harry Potter
The Order--or what members that were there--were seated around the table, looking at Dumbledore.
"That means that his roommates know who he is," Hermione muttered.
Dumbledore nodded. "It would seem so. Natural Parseltounge is so rare, these days..."
Draco looked at him. "Natural Parseltounge?"
Dumbledore nodded tiredly. "I have heard tales of Salazar Slytherin attempting to teach his friends the snake tounge with a small range of success." At the odd looks, he waved his hand. "Not enough to be fluent, but enough to catch a word or two." He was lost in his musing for a second before he came back to the Order. "There was only one that could speak in stilted sentences ... thus, in theory, one could learn Parseltounge."
Hermione sat looking at the letter with a question burning in her eyes.
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Ted blinked as he woke up, noting the slightly different settings around him. He sensed more than heard the scuffles on the other side of the room.
On an instinct that he tried to suppress most of the time, he let his tounge dart out to taste the air. He took a deep breath to steady his voice.
"You four...come out now." He was proud that his voice hadn't wavered.
Ted watched warily as a black clothed figure stepped out of the shadows, palms spread open to show that they held no weapon. Ted's fingers discreetly felt for his wand, mentally recalling all the defensive spells that Harry had taught him.
The figure had a black baseball cap tugged down low over its eyes, bright hair peaking out from underneath.
Ted grinned at recognizing the form of the boy before him.
"Drace. What a pleasant surprise. Why are you in Two? You should either be in One or Seven."
The boy with silver-blond hair laughed. "We're only passing though. Got lost at the last exit..."
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The eight members of the Council shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the topic they were discussing.
"...so why are we even thinking of turning our back to the spell that Point cast?"
The green-robed member wearily pressed his hands to his temples. "Because although the boy knew the effects that would impact him, he still used the spell to get rid of Twice. Furthermore, he used his own voice to power the spell."
A red-robed member spoke up next. "What if we compromise? Have him regain his voice after he submits to his Lifemate?"
The grey-robed member, the one that had first spoken, looked skeptic. "That still does not tell me why Point is going unpunished for using a Dark Spell."
The black-robed member spoke next. "Because, he did what was best and ended the war."
"Besides," interjected the red-robed one, "it's the intent behind the spell that decides whether the spell is Dark or Pure."
"With Point's intent, it was Pure." Most of the members agreed and nodded with the blue-robed one's last comment.
The grey-one eyed the red-one oddly. "Who do you have in mind? For Point's Lifemate?"
The Red smirked. "Why, the same that's in every world under our influence."
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Ted skipped ahead slightly as he chatted animatedly with the black-clothed boy beside him. He did his best to ignore the horrible way that the other three trailed them.
He winced at the sound of china breaking.
TBC
Well, another odd chapter, but hopefully better than the last. I have an idea of where I want to go with this...but I've lost my roadmap. (sigh) I guess I'm going to have to find my own way...
-Glue
REVEIW REPLIES
Melika Nosaki Nollie - Hopefully this one was a little better, though I have a feeling not by much. (sigh) Thanks though.
Lily Finch- On the tech note...I don't remember it ever saying that magic caused technology to go awry. Probably true...but Hogwarts has hundreds of magic-weilding people within it, not to mention the magic that lies within the very stones and stairways. Ths way I figure it, it takes a lot more magic to throw Hermoine's laptop off. After all, with her parents both being dentists (I think its both), they could afford a really good laptop. (grins)
