Title: The Herald of Truth
Pairing: DM/HP, RW/HG... so far
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
DISCLAIMER: Me? Own Harry Potter? Laughs hysterically, tears pouring forth from eyes Oh gods! Ahahahahahahahaha! If you don't get it, that's a no. I don't own Harry Potter. I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize.
Summary: It's the middle of the war and the casualties are amazingly high on both sides. There isn't a reason to laugh or be happy anymore. But suddenly, the Secrets of Hogwarts are being revealed one by one. Everyone is paranoid and everything is in disarray. Who's doing it? What are they trying to accomplish and who's next? SLASH. R/R
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Chapter Four: The Veridian Scroll
I've been patient with them... Oh so patient! And yet, they still don't get it. Their puny minds can't wrap around the concept that I'm trying to convey through my masterpieces: my scrolls. They are a thing of beauty, aren't they? With the planning , the plotting, and the cunning that went into them, they would have to be. But alas, I am digressing. The point is they're being purposely thick! I know it. It's fairly easy. You all have something in common. Stop fighting with each other and unite. The world will be a better place. How hard is that? As it is now, my own generation sickens me. The lies and the secrets haven't stopped and violence is being implemented more and more... Everytime I look into their faces, I feel like vomiting.
Sigh.
I'll give them a break today, but after this, things will get very interesting. Catch ya later.
!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!
The whole population of Hogwarts sat in the Great Hall that morning and were much subdued. The slightest sound made them jump and they sat huddled into groups at their tables. Afterall, there was safety in numbers, right? Surely, the spy wouldn't be able to see everything with so many people in one place... At least they were beginning to think together.
They ate slowly, munching quietly, not daring to utter a word for fear that it might be used against them. The Great Hall doors banged open and everyone jumped and turned wide eyes upon them, but there was nothing there. They looked around as if the thing would suddenly be behind them, but still, there was nothing. They sighed in unwarranted relief.
Suddenly a whirlwind started above the Great Hall and when it was over, all that was left was a Veridian scroll. It unrolled itself and words appeared.
My, aren't we jumpy! Whatever for? Surely a little scroll isn't that frightening. If you all weren't so dense, this wouldn't be needed. Rest assured, my point will drill its way through your thick little skulls, although I am starting to see a spark of intelligence in a few eyes. I'll go easy on you today. I'm feeling generous and lets say it's my belated Christmas present. Enjoy.
A snap shot appeared on Scroll.
Terry Boot
Seventh Year Ravenclaw
Loves to over-analyze
Secretly desires to cure Crucio induced madness
You wouldn't expect this from the traditional Ravenclaw he is, but Mr. Boot enjoys riding brooms. He has 20 different oils to ensure smooth operation and especially enjoys the strawberry flavore-...scented... He's made my broom happy more than once.
Terry squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as the snap shot showed him admiring one of his many bottles of Go! Wizarding Lube. No one was supposed to know that until after he came out with his cure which was almost a sure thing with all the research he had done. The Snap shot changed.
Gregory Goyle
Seventh Year Slytherin
Loves to read Shakespeare and solve complex problems with lots of numbers and division signs and cubic square roots and other such things.
Secretly desires to be the world's greatest Mathematician
Heh, not only is Goyle not as dumb as everyone thought, but he also wears pink lingerie under his school robes.
Everyone looked away as the snap shot showed Goyle pulling on his lingerie. No one had as of yet noticed the one pair of admiring eyes, but they would. The snap shot changed.
Seamus Finnegan
Seventh Year Gryffindor
Loves to drink. He is Irish afterall
Secretly desires to concoct a special brew
Seamus happens to enjoy what's under Goyle's robes.
The snap shot that was on previously now expanded to show Seamus sitting across the room admiring Goyle. The Hall stared at Seamus, who just shrugged in an "I likes what I likes" way. The Hall shuddered as a whole. The snap shot changed once again.
Vincent Crabbe
Seventh Year Slytherin
Loves to write Poetry and read great British works
Secretly desires to write a masterpiece novel
Apart from also not being as stupid as he looks, Crabbe happens to have a bit of an obsession. He likes to sniff dirty men's underwear. He gets a supply from the House Elves, whenever they do laundry.
The snap shot showed Crabbe in a pile of underwear sniffing them with an admiring look on his face. He looked as if he was in heaven. Many of the guys in the Great Hall were turning green.
"I told you I didn't take your underwear last week, Dean," Seamus said, a bit green himself.
"Sorry, mate," Dean said, still in shock. The snap shot changed.
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Seventh Year Hufflepuff
Loves anything cute
Secretly desires to own a Stuffed Animal Farm
A little birdie told me that Finch-Fletchley dines on the boogies of his dorm mates while they slumber. And guess what, that little birdie was right.
The snap shot suddenly showed Justin sneaking from bunk to bunk whispering a spell to levitate a glowing mass of green out of his dorm mates noses. Many in the hall turned green or greener at the thought. The Seventh Year boys had an epiphany. That's why their noses were amazingly clean in the morning.
Madame Pomfrey
School Nurse
Loves NitPicking
Secretly desires to eradicate the world of Injury
Madame Pomfrey wasn't born with a caring bone in her body. She can't stand humanity in fact. If the money wasn't so good, she would have left this world a long time ago. She takes a potion to Induce 'Mother Hen' urges. Shocker.
The students looked at their loveable school nurse. They had known she had to be on something, but to figure out that all her caring was nothing but a farce! It almost broke their little hearts.The scroll shimmered as if it was chuckling at them and all images disappeared. Words appeared once again on the screen.
Well... you can bet things will be getting a little more interesting tomorrow. Ta Ta For Now, Loves. Muahahahaha...
And with that the scroll shimmered into nothingness. Although appalled by the events, the proffessors could not help but be grudgingly impressed. It was magnificent wandwork.
!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!
Harry laughed as Draco chased him around the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of pink bunny slippers, an all pink leotard, and pink bunny ears.
"Harold James Potter! You change me back this instant!" Draco shouted choosing to go in the opposite direction instead of the roundabout one they were going in now. Thinking himself a genius, he reached out to grab Harry, but his hands went through nothingness. "What the hell?"
'Harry' stuck out his tongue and began to cackle insanely. The door opened and Draco turned around to come face to face with a smiling Harry. "What the hell?" he uttered again. There was a click and a flash. "I know you just didn't." Harry smiled and put on a decidedly Malfoy smirk. The cackling Harry dissappeared with a last mad cackle.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I told you not to go looking in my trunk for your surprise. Now see what happens." Draco decided to change tactics.
"But Harry," he said pouting. "I was just so curious... and it's almost New Years anyway... Can't I just have a peek?" He put on his most pathetic look.
"No, you Slytherin. Do you think I don't know all your tricks after all this time?" Harry smiled gleefully at him as he performed the counter-curse. "Now, I'll let you off with a warning this time..." He didn't get to finish as he found himself on the ground with a handful of Draco. "Well, if this is the reaction I get everytime I'm magnaminous, I think I'll do it more often." Draco leaned down for a slow but demanding kiss. When he was finished, Harry was flushed and out of breath.
"Tell me whats in your trunk?" Draco asked fixing Harry with smouldering silver eyes.
"Not on your life. Now come here." Harry pulled Draco closer to him putting their previous kiss to shame with the fierceness of this new one. He grinded into Draco, drinking the moan that spilled out of the other boys mouth. And thus bgan a symphony of cries and shouts of pleasure, of guttural sounds, and some hissing thrown into the mix that lasted long into the night. Later when Draco was sleeping in the makeshift bed, he would never notice the look of immense sadness that crossed over Harry's features. Draco wasn't the only one with Slytherin tricks.
A/N: This only took me a couple weeks, not a month or a year! Yay! It was done before and supposed to go up last week, but I started school again. I'm a senior guys! And as such, I really don't want to fuck up. Fortunately for you, I barely have any classes that it is even remotely possible to fuck up in. So on to reviews! And as always, stay sweet, stay cool.
Reviewer Responses:
wwwendy: Yep, thought it was one of those things that just had to be explained. When that thought comes back, make sure you let me know.
ObsidianFate
CrimsonTearsOfPain
theTigersFire
Jujube15: Oh, I think Snape's got the stuff that Remmy needs to settle down. You know the whole conquer thing. Lol. Gives me ideas for a side story.
mei
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