Midevil Fourth Chapter
Sorry, grounded off of fanfiction for two months. I know this is short, but I hope you like it.
Thank you to the person who gave me the correct spelling of Voldemort.
To Time and Fate, I think Harry deserves some time to be emo, plus it is in his personality to vent, remember Dumbledore's office when he threw around the trinkets? He can't just stay happy that random people are coming into his life trying to protect him only now if he was even happy beforehand. He doesn't want to be hindered, doesn't want people to follow him, and he has to be insulted that people think he needs protection, after all, he is the wizarding world's protection in a sense. And I really wasn't clear about why some of them gasp, please read and it will be cleared up.
Thanks for the reviews.
Again, I own nothing in here. Hope you enjoy it.
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Curious gazes from all three of the Reikai Tantei were focused on Harry.
Harry was still standing, hands still gripping the edge of the table tightly from his uproar. He was out of breath, and his eyes held an impatient and angry glint as he glared at the wizards around him.
Mrs. Weasly's eyes stayed on Harry as well as her husband's. Mad-eye Moody's eyes both normal and magical, left Harry's face after a moment, to return to the three unusual boys, especially the red-head who called himself Kurama.
Bill's eyes had never even traveled to Harry. His gaze was still trained on the now very suspicious red-head.Bill witnessed a curious look and something that could even be called amused look cross Kurama's face after Harry's outburst. Bill wondered what Kurama was thinking.
"Why are you guys always so damn intimidated? Just as Dumbledore said, the fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself! How do you expect to fight Voldemort and his death eaters if all they have to do is say 'Voldemort' and you will flinch long enough for them to kill you? Moody, you know enough abut constant vigilance, don't you! How can you expect to be aware all the time if you're afraid of a damn name?" Harry was glaring at the table now; he refused to raise his head to acknowledge the people around him. His nails were making indents on the polished wooden table.
"I may have been surprised you said that name, but I am not afraid of a simple name-" Moody started before Harry interrupted him rudely.
"You still won't say his name! Voldemort! Say the damn name if you aren't afraid!" Harry raised his head to glare with almost murderous intent at Moody.
"Voldemort." Moody whispered. Harry was shocked. "Saying the name or not doesn't do shit! Don't jump to conclusions either. You just made two wrong assumptions. You thought I was afraid of a frivolous name is one. The other is thinking I gasped because of your utterance of that same name. You should never make assumptions." Harry looked even more bewildered when he couldn't figure out why Moody would do these things it he hadn't caused him.
Harry stumbled over his next few words, but eventually came to a coherent sentence, "Then what were you gasping at?" The sentence came out as a whisper, as he realized his mistake, and was trying to apologize without actually apologizing.
"I think Moody was shocked at, Kurama's I believe, words, coupled with his reaction to your outburst. Am I correct Moody?" Bill asked shakily from his seat instead of Moody. His fiancée next to him, was oblivious to the world around her since the first time Voldemort was said.
Moody cracked a crooked smile and nodded, "Good thing somebody else but me realized what the kid said." Almost everyone had a bewildered look on their face as they waited for an explanation.
Said kid spoke, "Please do tell what I said that is so interesting?" Fake innocence was completely laced throughout the entire sentence, innocence that again, almost everyone at the table bought.
Charlie was taken back by the innocence he felt emanating from Kurama, his eyes traveled to his brother's and they nodded at each other, seemingly having a telepathic conversation.
All the eyes left Harry to alter between Moody and Kurama. This was one of the few times Harry wanted everyone to be listening and focused on him, and unlike so many unwanted times Harry had attention, Harry didn't have anyone paying him any thought. Harry was now listening to the conversation being said as if he wasn't even there.
Bill answered, still shaky, "You just talked about death as if, if you died, then it wouldn't matter to you I the slightest."
Silence rang throughout the room as the people understood this analysis, and were stunned by their conclusions.
Kurama broke that silence, "I say that simply becausedeath wouldn't bother us. We are here to protect Harry, and if we can not, then that shows us how weak we are, and then that means we do not deserve to live. If we did protecting him, the thought we were to weak is the same."
Yusuke spoke before anyone could respond, "But don't expect us to die, we're better than that. Kurama's right though. If someone killed you, it would be because you were either stupid enough to get yourself killed, or too weak to live. If we were weak, then we would have deserved our death."
Fred and George jumped from their seats, both smacking their hands on the table simultaneously; identical expressions on their faces, and started to yell at all three of the newcomers.
"What do-" one started.
"You mean?" The other continued.
"How can you" their voices were steadily getting louder.
"Put your lives"
"At such a"
"Small price?" They finished screaming.
Hiei growled and asked without moving at all, "Would you rather have us value our lives so much that we would rather have Harry die instead of ourselves?"
Tonks asked, "Isn't there a common ground? Where you'd protect Harry with your lives but you wouldn't like, oh I don't know, be begging for you to get yourselves killed over Harry?" she added sarcasticly.
"Don't worry, Lady. We don't plan on dieing here." Yusuke said, reclined in his chair, legs swung on top of the kitchen table.
"Get your feet off of my table now! Off! Off, off, off!" Mrs. Weasley shooed Yusuke's feet off of the table.
He grumbled and slumped even more in his chair, but he relented and took his legs down.
Molly was glaring at Yusuke, who didn't care and was staring off into space.
Remus cleared his throat, "Can we get back to the reason we are here? I am curious as to why you have so little regard as to what happens to your life."
Ron snorted and said, "Have little regard! They don't give a shit if they die, they have no regard as to what happens to them! They're suicidal!"
"Yeah right. We are not suicidal, itisn't that we don't give a fuck if we die or not. It isthat we know we won't die, it's as simple as that." Yusuke said with his eyes closed, head thrown back in a relaxed position.
"What are you immune to death? If I casted the avada kedavra at you, you would still be standing?" Hermione accused, "The only one who ever survived is Harry, how can you be so confidant that you'll live?" This was the first time she had spoken in the entire conversation, but she chose her words precisely.
With his eyes still closed, Yusuke's responded even if Kurama was glaring at him, "Beside the fact that you don't have enough hate to even hurt me, and beside the fact that it takes so long for you people to cast the killing spell, we have powers that you can't fathom that protect us." Kurama and Hiei were now glaring at Yusuke who was telling their secrets like it was information that should be shared with everyone, even their enemies.
Arthur gasped, remembering when he had met Hiei before. Besides the deal with the blood-binding scroll, he had tried to put a tracing spell on Hiei, but it had bounced off of some sort of invisible aura that acted as a shield and hit a nearby cat. It must have been subconscious since Hiei didn't make any movement to show that he had noticed the spell since it hadn't reached him, and he had obviously not felt anything because he had no reaction.
Arthur voiced his remembrance, and the people around the table were stunned. No one at the table had ever heard of any such event occurring in the wizarding world.
Kurama was now glaring at Hiei for his subconscious usage of their shields, even though he couldn't stay mad. It was after all, subconscious. Now Kurama would have to tell even more than he wanted too to these people to quench their curiosity for now. He wondered if they would have any secrets left by the end of the night.
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I hope you like this. I know it is really short, but I need to do other stuff so I want to get this posted as soon as possible. Please review, the more reviews, the faster I update.
