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Chapter Seven: Drunken Stupor
The train ride went in silence as Brian and Calvin were lost to their own thoughts about the people they met at the station. Every time they grasped what little memory they had, it was immediately ripped away before they could actually ponder on about it.
"What just happened?" Calvin finally spoke when they got off the train, "those people…I think I know them."
"I know," Brian frowned, "they seemed to be hiding something, remember when that red haired boy glared at you at the beginning? Do you know him?"
"No…well he looked familiar but-"
"Brian!" someone grabbed said boy from behind and commenced to lift him up before slamming him down playfully, "how was summer?"
When Calvin saw Brian being lifted, all of the sudden his hand quickly went to his pocket to grab something, but then a second later he realized his movement was stupid, seeing as his pocket was empty.
"Ivan!" Brian laughed, turning to face the person who attacked him, "you bloody scared the shit out of me!"
"Good," the boy said, grinning cheekily. He was a tall, slightly muscular boy with very well tamed brown hair; he dressed in a school uniform and seemed like a very hard worker who kept his nose out of trouble. But the mischievous glint in his eyes proved the exact opposite. "So how was summer?"
"Good," Brian shrugged, he turned to Calvin who was shying behind him, "Calvin this is Ivan."
"Calvin?" Ivan looked over at the sheepish looking blond, "hey he's freaking hot!"
"Eh…" Calvin blushed and stayed close to Brian.
"Oh," he grinned like a cat now, "he's yours? I can see why your summer was good."
"Wait a-" both yelled then stopped, blushing a little more. Ivan seemed to understand and already a plan was formulating in his head.
"So, Calvin, walk with me, lets leave the lame one-"
"Hey!" Brian trapped the brunette in a neck lock.
"Not lame one!" he choked out, laughing after he was released, "how'd you guys meet anyway?"
-
Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat silently on the train ride to Hogwarts. Each not willing to start a conversation, feeling it would all lead to a certain missing friend.
The door opened and much to the silent groups' surprise, Pansy stepped in, her snobby narrowed eyed look was gone and replaced by an almost sad and angry expression. She was holding a piece of parchment andacopy of theDaily Prophet.
"Parkinson?" Hermione spoke slowly and uncertainly.
Said girl swallowed visibly before speaking. "I got a uh…a letter from…" she trailed off.
"You know, if you came here to tell us something important it would help if you raise your voice a little," Ginny said, also uncertain for the Slytherin's visit.
Pansy pursed her lips but continued. "I'm not trying to trick you or anything, but I got a letter from…the uh…the Mother of Fire and Father of Storm…"
"The what?" Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Here, you read it then," she thrust the letter to him; uneasily he took it and read aloud.
"'Dear Miss Pansy Parkinson, it has come to our attention that you are very well acquainted with Mr. Draco Malfoy, there's nothing wrong with him so there's no need to worry. We sent you this message to go on a mission and help us get his memories back, we know that both Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have had their memories modified for a reason, but there's still one more duty they have to do. We'll come for you when you arrive at Hogwarts with Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley, we'll explain the rest there, meet us at the entrance hall after the feast. From The Mother of Fire and Father of Storm.'"
"I still don't get it," Ginny looked at Pansy, expecting an answer.
"I don't either, but I wanted to show you the letter so you wouldn't hex me when I dragged you out of the great hall to wait for those people," she looked like her old self again but it quickly vanished, "I know that Potter means a lot to you, the same goes for me and Draco, I just want him back."
There was a pause.
"…Have you been hexed this summer?" Ron asked, thinking the whole 'Pansy being nice' act was a joke.
"No," she frowned at him before turning to Hermione, "have you read the Daily Prophet?"
"I cancelled it; the stories were all blatant lies, really" Hermione shrugged, eyeing the newspaper in Pansy's hand suspiciously, "why do you ask?"
"And I thought you were a genius," the Slytherin scoffed, "here," she tossed the newspaper to her, "learn something!"
"Parkinson," Ron said testily, a hand in his pocket, holding his wand tightly.
"Wait, Ron," Hermione said softly as she gazed at the front page of the newspaper, "did you read the news this summer?"
"No," the redhead shrugged, "with you-know-who gone, what's there to know?"
"Malfoy's parents were murdered," she frowned, reading the article. Ron and Ginny leaned closer to get a better look. There was a picture of four bodies on stretchers being carried away by a few aurors.
"Dad never said anything," Ginny said a bit fearfully, "who killed them? And who are those other two dead guys?"
"Shh!" Hermione said sharply, still reading the article.
Yesterday the bodies of the supposed Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy have been found dead in their manor at around noon. Aurors and healers say that they've been dead for more than a week. Upon further inspection of the manor Aurors Nymphadora Tonks and Kinglsey Shacklebolt have discovered another two dead in the dungeons.
After few blood tests, the two have been identified as another Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, both without the dark mark. Not much has been told about this, but it seems that the Malfoys we grew to know were never them, but imposters found as Jane and Phil Dubriskan, the two death eaters that escaped nearly twelve years ago.
"Holy shit," Ginny muttered.
"I'm confused," Ron scratched his head.
"Yes, I am too," Hermione looked back at Pansy, "what's going on?"
"I think it's time I told you everything," she sat down next to Ron, taking a deep breath to begin her long explanation.
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Brian, Calvin and Ivan walked down the street towards a tall brick building. It reminded Calvin faintly of a castle because there were four towers. He had tuned out Brian and Ivan's exciting conversation on soccer and settled to thinking about what his classes and teachers would be like.
His old teachers were strict, some gave quizzes nearly everyday, and the classes were always loud and in the danger of having a student sent to the infirmary.
Here it seemed so calm and less violent, there were students laughing and talking around him, gathering around at the front of the school.
"Hey Brian! Ivan!"
"Jack you son of a bitch!" Ivan yelled jokingly, waving at someone ahead of him to join their small group.
Calvin looked towards the direction where Ivan was yelling and watched as a clumsy looking boy ran over to them, his hair was dyed a dark metallic blue and his uniform made him look rebellious.
What kind of people did Brian hang out with? Calvin wondered in a good way.
"Hi," Jack said once he reached them, "how was your summer?"
"Good, I met this really hot guy at the pool, I tried to flirt with him but he turned out to be straight," Ivan answered without missing a beat.
"You're always flirting with straight guys," Brian commented, laughing a bit when his friend punched him on the shoulder.
"Who's this?" Jack asked, finally seeing Calvin who waved to him a bit sheepishly.
"I'm Calvin," the blond answered, "I just moved here."
"Oh new guy eh?" Jack said, nodding knowingly, "I was new here too, quite nerve racking on the first day, really."
"Uh…right…"
"Come on lets go inside, it's free lunch on the first day and all the bad food's left for stragglers," Brian said, rushing inside the school.
-
McGonagall swallowed nervously as the students walked in the Great Hall, chattering happily about how their summers went. 'They probably don't even know,' she thought sadly. Gripping the armrests on the chair she was sitting on.
It felt so strange to watch the great hall from this point of view, in this certain chair. She glanced at the other teachers in the staff table; they gave her reassuring smiles as if they've gone through the same thing too.
Minutes after everyone was settled the students gasp and murmured quietly to each other when they looked at the staff table. Again McGonagall swallowed uneasily.
The doors opened and Hagrid walked in, followed by a line of timid looking first years, gazing at the luxurious and homey place that was the Great Hall.
The half giant took a scroll out of his large pocket when Flitwick scampered over with a floating stool and the tattered old bundle that was the Sorting Hat.
Everyone silenced as the hat sang its song, bringing another warning of another evil ahead and that the links between the houses should be strengthened agian. The students looked at each othercuriously before paying attention to the sorting.
One by one each student was sorted into a respected house, grinning proudly as they sat to their clapping table.
"Dimble Fredrick Jamison William, Allen," Hagrid said aloud, reading the next name on the list.
McGonagall folded her hands and watched intently as a tall, skinny boy marched to the stool with a smile. He looked so sure of himself, so familiar. The stern witch looked closer, she could see a familiar twinkle in his eyes before he sat down, putting on the hat.
There was a long silence. McGonagall glanced over to the Gryffindor table and saw Ron and Hermione staring at Allen curiously, usually they barely paid attention to the sorting but all of the sudden this little boy caught their attention, the reason was obvious. He hadmetallicbluehair.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled.
Allen jumped off the stool and politely gave the hat back to the surprised Hagrid. He walked to the silently shocked table, the twinkle in his eyes never left.
McGonagall watched worriedly as the boy practically walked to his death. Everyone was silent, perhaps pondering how long this happy little boy would survive in such a dark house.
A clap resounded against the walls of the Great Hall, it continued to clap and was quickly joined by another, then another. Everyone looked around, curious as to who was clapping before turning back to the Slytherin table.
It was Pansy, she was clapping animatedly with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, others joined in until it was an all out uproar of congratulations. Allen's smile widened as he sat down next to Pansy who was patting his back in a friendly manner.
McGonagall raised her eyebrows in surprise; perhaps the boy would be fine after all. She watched the rest of the sorting with little interest, though she did pay close attention to the names.
Soon the sorting was over and it was time. The teachers looked at her expectantly as well as the students, everyone knew there was to be a speech before eating.
Clearing her throat, she stood up from her chair and faced the student body with as much calmness that was in her. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," she said in a loud and clear voice, "and welcome to our new first years," she paused, unsure of how to say next thing before Sprout kicked her lightly in the shin to continue, "during the summer... the former, Headmaster Dumbledore, had passed away," she glanced at Allen who looked back calmly.
There were no murmurs now. McGonagall continued her speech, telling them of where to not go, the school rules as well as the house cup. Once she sat down she felt relieved to have finally finished that part.
She ate her dinner, watching over the students.
As the new Headmistress.
-
The small group of boys trudged to their sleeping quarters with full stomachs. Dinner had been as usual, the same speech of rules and games, the same delicious 'first day at school' dinner and usual chatter of people talking about their summers.
Calvin looked around on their way to their dorms. There were portraits of old teachers or headmasters/headmistresses hanging on the richwooden walls as well as a few bulletin boards hanging with few papers for special days.
The ceilings held old fashioned chandeliers that glowed golden against the light; they were so detailed that if Calvin hadn't looked ahead, he would have crashed against the wall.
"Lucky you to have a bed in our dorm," said Ivan, eyeing the sleepy blond, "then again it's not exactly surprising since the last roommate was a senior."
"Are there any strict teachers here?" Calvin asked suddenly.
"There's Mrs. Fandle," Brian said, groaning slightly in misery, "that woman's such a bitch, I swear, and she smellslike this really heavy perfume-"
"It's because she never takes a bath," interrupted Jack, the small group laughed, "no seriously, remember that time when her hand was spilled with that red paint, the next day it was still there! She didn't wash it off at all!"
"What does she teach?"
"Art," the three answered at once.
"Leave it to her to make the easiest class the worst," Ivan sighed, opening a door to their left. Stepping inside, Brian flicked the lights on. Their luggage's stood beside each bed.
Calvin walked to his bed, admiring the room on his way. The floor was richly carpeted, navy blue with detailed designs of plants or shapes. "Wow," he breathed out, looking at the large windows and the four canopy beds, "this place is almost like a castle!"
At the mention of castle, his head stung, bringing in a vision of a large room with one bed, the stone wallswere covered in green and silver tapestries, a large fire place burned, and there were a few flags on the walls with the same green and silver colors along with words on them like Go Slytherin, Slytherin, or just a serpent.
"Calvin?"
The blond boy shook his head lightly, the image vanished and he found himself facing a worried Brian. "Sorry," he smiled sheepishly.
"Another vision?" the raven head murmured. Calvin looked at him slightly surprised; the last time he told Brian of a vision the teen said he had eaten too many icies, now he was worried?
"Yeah," he whispered.
"What are you guys mumbling about?" Jack cut in before Brian could ask what the vision was about.
"Leave them they're probably just talking about when and where they can have a make out session," Ivan joked, looking through his suitcase.
"You'd like to see that little fantasy of yours happen wouldn't you?" Calvin drawled without missing a beat. He instantly froze, surprised at his own voice.
"Ha! Two hot guys making out? That's my second fantasy! My first one's sex," Ivan answered, standing up with a rolled up cloth in his hands.
Brian and Jack made faces before laughing. Calvin stayed silent, frowning slightly. What he said sounded out of habit, like a trigger, including the drawl. It scared him a little, to hear his voice sound so confident and insulting.
Brian finally stopped laughing and looked at Calvin, thinking that he was laughing too. "You ok?" he asked when he noticed the blond hadn't even cracked a chuckle.
"Fine," Calvin answered, trying to smile reassuringly. The raven head raised an eyebrow but shrugged and turned back to the others.
"What's that?" Jack asked when he calmed down from his short laughter. He eyed the bundle in Ivan's hands curiously.
"I decided to bring this as a celebration for our return to the house of hell," the tall teen said, unrolling the cloth which everyone noticed was an old sweater.
"God not again," Brian sighed, putting a hand to his forehead, "Ivan we did this last year and it left me with an ugly hangover!"
"Oh well," the boy shrugged, revealing atall slender bottle with an orange yellow liquid inside, "I decided to make it a tradition," he grinned, "besides, with a hangover in the morning we can stay in and say we're sick."
"Ok I'm in," Jack said instantly.
"Tradition?" Calvin asked, eyeing the bottle warily, hoping he wouldn't get pulled in this crazy ceremony, "drinking on the day before classes?"
"Yeah," Ivan said, as if it was obvious, "and since you're the new guy here, you get the first sip," he returned to his suitcase, pulling out a plastic bag with paper cups inside.
"No that's ok," Calvin said instantly, taking a step back, "I don't even drink."
"I said the same thing last year. You might as well give up refusing," Brian sighed sadly, "I did and got blackmailed into it."
"But they don't have anything against me."
"I'll just make it up like…you believe there's still a Santa, or you worry about you're hair and have a lot of hair supplies," Ivan said, corking the bottle.
"I can live with that!"
"Then again we can always get Fandle to think you trashed the art room."
"It's not is it?"
"It will be," he smirked.
The door opened and Ivan quickly put his old sweater over the bottle in a way to make it look like he was only holding the shirt.
A tall sallow skinned woman stepped in, narrowing her eyes at the group of boys. She had her greasy brown hair tied in a pony tail, pointed nose, shrewd black eyes, muscular body, white blouse and black skirt.
"Lights out and I expect not a single hangover tomorrow," she said in a sharp voice before turning away and closing the door.
"Um…who was that?" Calvin asked a little nervously.
"Fandle," Brian answered, sitting down on his bed.
"Wait till you see her face when she sees her art room trashed," Ivan said mischievously, eyeing the blond as if telling him the one who would get in trouble would be him.
"Give me that," Calvin snatched the bottle from under the sweater and grabbed a paper cup, poured the liquid in it and downed it in three seconds before handing the bottle back to Ivan, "happy?"
"No. Surprised," the brunette blinked, everyone stared at the blond in the same amazement.
"What?"
"What's in that stuff?" Jack grabbed the bottle from Ivan's hands and looked at the label; he muttered the name and age under his breath before staring at Calvin in disbelief, "wow."
"What?" he asked again, a little irritated.
"That was the strongest liquor I could find and you drank a cup of it with a straight face!" Ivan said in shock, "my dad owned the same bottle and he went lights out on the first two shots and he's a bit of an expert on stuff like this," he motioned to the bottle.
Calvin looked at them all in shock. "But I never drank before in my life! I can't even tell the difference between champagne and beer!"
There was a pause. Jack let out a chuckle. "You can't?"
"…No…" he blushed in embarrassment.
"Ah-mazing," Ivan said as if he were studying an animal. He grinned again, "lets see how much you can drink without getting drunk."
"I said I don't drink!" the blond insisted.
"But you did just now," the teen said innocently, filling up the cups.
"…I have a religion," Calvin lied. Brian watched in amusement.
"And what religion would that be?"
"It's a family religion thing."
"Well they're not here so," he handed him a cup, "drink up, lad."
-
He narrowed his eyes and sneered at the falling city. "Not here either," he said calmly, "Australia then?" he said curiously, walking past the destroyed city.
As he walked on, people nearby quickly hid behind fragments of buildings, trembling in fear. No matter how well they hid though, he could still see them, so one by one they each died by burning from the inside out, they didn't even scream because the pain was beyond words and their voice boxes felt like they were going through a melt down.
Before he could reach the beach a priest blocked his way, holding a cross before him. "Be gone evil spirit!" he said in a heavy Spanish accent.
"Please," he scoffed in his deadly calm voice. He raised his hand and jabbed forward. In reaction, the cross burned and pressed itself against the priest's chest.
The black robed man walked past the burning priest, not waiting to reminisce how slowly and painfully the man was dying.
"I will find you both," he said confidently, "even if I have to kill the entire human population."
Before he could take another step he was thrown to the ground by a flutter of lightening attacking his back. He breathed deeply and looked up from behind him and saw a nearly naked woman standing a few feet away. She was tall, slim, tanned, and very pissed. The clothes she wore was a thin and small piece of blue cloth that wrapped around her like a toga. Her black hair flowed around her in the force of her lightening.
"How dare you destroy my land and my heir!" she thundered, raising her arms to heighten the lightening.
He stood up shakily, still being snapped at by lightening. "They would have wasted away anyway Enna," he smirked. It only caused the lightening to get worse, "come on...Enna," he looked straight into her eyes, his scarlet eyes turning a hypnotizing black, "what's the point of handing down our powers when we could keep it to ourselves with eternity?"
The Mother of Lightening faltered, trying to resist the stare.
"Let me go and I'll leave you and your land alone."
She dropped her hands and the lightening vanished. Before she could snap out of it, the killer took off at a run over the ocean.
Enna shook her head violently as she held it in her hands, "what I have I done?" she whimpered out.
-
As soon as the feast was over Ron and Hermione snuck out of the Great Hall with Pansy and walked briskly to the Entrance Hall. Nothing was said during the short journey, this was because they were lost in their own worlds wondering what would happen once they met with the two people who called themselves the parents of fire and storm.
Sure enough, when they reached their destination there stood a man and a woman, muttering to each other hurriedly. They were both dressed in exotic clothes, the woman was in red velvet and gold dress, the man was in gray velvet and blue medieval style clothing.
"Uhm…excuse me?" Pansy said nervously, "are you-"
"Yes we are," said the woman, facing the three students with a small smile, "and you must be Pansy Parkinson, Draco's friend."
"Yes-but how do you know about us?"
"It's actually a very complicated and long story," the man said tiredly, "but for short, we chose your friends as heirs to our powers."
"You're the ones who gave Harry and Malfoy those powers last year?" Ron asked a bit angrily, "they nearly killed each other, not to mention the whole school!"
"That was my fault," said the woman, "I didn't know they were enemies until after I chose them."
"Why couldn't you have children become your heirs?" Hermione asked a bit shrilly. She was getting angry herself, how dare these people give Harry something else to worry about without a warning!
"We can't answer all these questions right now. We must get to Surrey where your friends are."
"We don't have our stuff."
"No need, you'll need muggle clothing. We're heading off now," the two headed toward the door.
"You said Draco and Potter have a duty? Why the hell do you mean by that?" Pansy asked, standing her ground.
"They're the only ones who can fight off an old betrayer because they're of age. We can't fight them off because most of our energy has been given off to them."
"Who's this betrayer?" Hermione asked, following the two people outside, some of her anger gone straight back to worry.
"His name is Lefryn, he's the father of darkness."
"By the way," said the man said, glancing at them, "I'm Deverick and this is my wife, Agredartha."
-
It turned out that Ivan had brought two bottles instead of one. How he sneaked them out of his house and into the school was a mystery to the group of friends, then again, as lightheaded as they were now, everything was a mystery to them.
"So now wha' Calvy?" Ivan slurred, "tipsy yet?"
"Hm?" the blond looked over at the happily drunk boy who by now had his sweater tied to his head like some Houdini or something, "a little…yeah."
"Man," the brunette shook his head heavily, the sweater on his head wobbling dangerously, "you sure can hol' yer liquor!"
"I don't get it though," he took a sip of his drink; "I really never did drink before."
Ivan burped, "'scuse," he looked over to the sleeping Jack, "well at leas' you'll be better off than 'im, he's almost as good as me-or you, since you're no' even drunk."
"Oh," Calvin blinked, not knowing if he should be proud or not. He stared into his cup and wondered how many cups he drank, it certainly wasn't his fifth…or eighth…
"I wonder if there's a competish for this…world champs and all," Brian half slurred, half yawned, his lips felt heavy.Calvin looked at his watch; it was getting pretty late, almost two…or was it three? Maybe he was more off than he thought.
"Shouldn't we call it a night?" he asked, looking back at Ivan only to see that the boy had fallen asleep, hugging his half full bottle, "I guess we should," he laughed a little.
"Come on," Brian stood up, stumbling a little, "we'd better get 'em to bed." The blond nodded and stood up, "I wish I were you in the mornin'."
"I'll probably get a worse hangover than you," he laughed, "I think I had more than I have water in a day."
Brian shrugged, yawning again and stumbling over to Jack who was sleeping sitting up. "Tha's no' comf'ble." He grabbed the blue haired boy from under his arms and attempted to lift him. Calvin walked over only to notice that his legs got shaky and he almost fell if he hadn't grabbed the edge to a bed. Yes he was more drunk than he thought.
A pale hand reached out and grabbed the edge of the table to steady his drowsy body and spinning head. He dropped the glass he was holding and watched in amazement as it smashed into pieces on the stone floor sending its liquid contents to spread out in the crash.
Calvin nearly lost his grip on the bed as he was lost in the vision. He was surprised that it didn't send his head a sting but he figured it was because of his intoxication. As the vision kept playing in his head his body started to slowly swing forward and backward slightly.
Brian grunted as he dropped Jack's heavy body on his bed, wiping the sweat from his brow he looked over at Ivan and sighed. Maybe he should just leave him there as punishment for the 'Tradition'. It wasn't just that, he was getting sleepy too, his eye lids were drooping and his bed looked highly inviting.
He looked over at Calvin and saw him gripping the headboard of his bed so tightly that his already pale knuckles were white. He looked closely and noticed the slight swaying of his body and the pink tinge on his cheeks. "Calvin?" he asked sleepily, trying to walk over to him without stumbling. Damned legs!
"Huh?" the blond looked at him as if he just snapped out of a trance, "oh right," he turned to Ivan's sleeping figure and stumbled over, nearly falling. Brian rushed over to him chuckling.
"Le's jus' leave 'im there as punishment, 'sides, you need sleep," they supported each other and made their slow journey towards Calvin's bed.
"I'm fine, I just had another vi-" he let out a yawn and collapsed on his bed accidentally sending the raven head with him, "s'rry," he gave a small laugh.
"S'ok…" Brian stared down at the pale boy. His hair had become messier from the fall; silky strands feathered over his forehead, the raven head had an itch to brush them away. The pink tinge on his cheeks made him look so innocent and young, his half closed eyes were slightly darker, more dangerous and wild looking, and then there was his rosy red and full lips that begged to be touched, slightly open and partially showing his white and perfect teeth. He didn't realize that he was staring back the same way.
Slender hands crawled up his thighs and rested on his waist, fingers tracing his warm tan skin from under his shirt. The movement made Brian shiver and become aroused. He leaned closer to the angelic face of his friend, his eyelids drooping closed when their lips met in a feathery kiss. Calvin's hands traveled up his smooth back, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss and causing his shirt to tug up.
He traced his tongue on his friends' bottom lip, the blond readily let entrance and their tongues lazily slid against each other in a slow dance, tasting the alcohol that lingered heavily in their mouths.
Brian sucked on the blonds' lower lip before continuing his kisses down on the pale neck that tasted so sweet to him. Calvin craned his head to expose more of his neck, he moaned in pleasure when the raven head sucked on a sensitive spot. His hand entangled itself in the messy wilderness of black hair that felt soft like angels feathers.
Too bad they fell asleep before anything good could continue.
OMG! 18 pages! (dances) WOOT! So…yay they kissed! XD um I'm not an expert on alcohol or getting drunk (sweatdrop) so some or most of this stuff is pretty much er...incorrect, just liked to tell you's that before anyone would start telling me off (double sweatdrop)