Chapter 4! So, Puppets in the FNAF Universe tend to not have strings.
Warning: I don't own Harry Potter or FNAF! Although I thought that was obvious!
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Chapter 4: F*ck Potions!
"There, look!"
"Where?"
"Next to the tall kid with the blonde hair."
"Wearing the glasses?"
"Did you see his face?"
"Did you see his scar?"
These were the annoying whispers that followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory the next day. From people lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, to others doubling back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. As you could probably guess, this angered Harry greatly! He wished they would just stop, because he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes! Don't get him wrong, Lolbit loved the attention! In the pizzeria, he was always forced to stand in the back, watching the others entertain the kids while he sat on his crate in the dark, dingy back room, wishing to be noticed! However, he was now starting to realise, fame wasn't that great. Especially when you don't even remember the day that made you famous!
Anyway, getting back on track! Currently, Harry, Daphne, Draco and their friends Tracey Davis, a pale, short, brown-haired girl, and Blaise Zabini, a dark skinned, tall, short black-haired boy, were on their way to the potion classroom, as Harry reminisced on his first week at Hogwarts. There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.
They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Harry was fine with this, mainly because he found space interesting! It may have also had something to do with the fact he never had to sleep! His friends on the other hand, not so much.
Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for. Lolbit actually enjoyed these lessons, even if it was just because he got to go outside!
Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up. Harry was wondering if it was possible to get an Exorcist, then realised he was a ghost too and completely scraped that idea!
Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. It was at that moment Harry knew, he was never gonna get a moments peace in that class!
Professor McGonagall was again different. Harry had been thinking she wasn't a teacher to cross, oh how right he was. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Granger had made any difference to her match; Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave Hermione a rare smile, much to the displeasure of the Slytherins.
The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. I mean, that man was a stuttering mess! His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days, which Lolbit thought was dumb. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan, a short boy with a accent Harry couldn't identify, asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and many insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went. Lolbit just thought the man was a bit insane!
Harry was very relieved to find out that he wasn't miles behind everyone else. Lots of people had come from Muggle families and, like him, hadn't had any idea that they were witches and wizards. There was so much to learn that even people like Daphne and Draco didn't have much of a head start.
And that brought them back to today, as Harry and Co. arrived outside the potion's classroom, being the first there. "So, how do you think this lesson will go?" Tracey asked excitedly, making Daphne shake he head, wondering why her friend was so excitable! "Who knows? Maybe it will be good." Blaise stated, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than the others. Just then, the door opened, as Snape demanded everyone to move into the classroom.
Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.
As everyone sat down, Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity." This caught Harry's attention! What was this guy's problem!?
Draco and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands, giving Harry an apologetic look. Harry just glare at them, as Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." More silence followed this little speech. 'I am getting serious Afton vibes from this guy!' Harry thought to himself, making a mental note to be careful around him.
Just then, he sharply turned to Harry! "Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" 'Powdered root of what to an infusion of huh!?' Lolbit thought to himself, staring at the professor in confusion. "I don't know, sir," said Harry, only to receive a sneer from Snape.
"Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything." He stated, giving Harry a glare. 'Seriously! What is up with this guy!?'
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Granger stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was! As for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, they were shaking with laughter, trying their hardest to contain it. "I don't know, sir." Harry replied, trying his hardest to keep calm, his eyes flickering between his normal green and pure black!
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. He had looked through his books at the Pizzeria, but did Snape expect him to remember everything in 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi'? "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked, glaring hatefully at the boy. "I. Don't. Know." Harry stated, barely stopping himself from screaming at the black-haired twat! "How about you ask one of the other people in the class?"
"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Snape shouted, before stomping off towards the front of the room. "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." He said, beginning the lesson. 'I'm not even in Gryffindor!' Harry internally screamed, wanting to bash his head off a brick wall!
Things didn't improve for the class as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Draco, whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus, before the angered man rounded on an unsuspecting Daphne and Harry. "You — Potter — why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor." Snape shouted, not noticing the black abysses forming in Harry's eyes!
As they climbed the steps out of the dungeon an hour later, Harry's mind was racing, and his anger was high! "I will be back in a minute." Harry said to his friends, before walking off back towards the classroom. Returning the classroom, Harry received a angered sneer from Snape, as he proceeded to lock the door. "What do you want Potter!? Want a detention to go with your point loss!?" Snape asked, giving his usual sneer. It was then that Harry jumped into action!
Charging over to Snape's desk, Harry flipped it over, earning a scream in terror from Snape, as he pinned the Professor under said desk! Turning to Harry to bararite him, Snape paled dramatically, staring at an orange and white, 8ft tall robotic Fox! One that was towering over him menacingly!
"W̴̦͆h̶̫̀a̷̹̾t̷̛̺'̷̭̋ṡ̴̰ ̵̭̇w̵͎͊r̵̦̍o̶̩͛n̸͉͂g̵̣͑ ̸̣͗Ṡ̸̥n̷̺̚a̶͇͑p̴̯͝e̶͈͋?̵̻̚ ̴̤̒Y̴̳̾o̸͇̍ų̷̕ ̷̯̎l̸͎̚ö̶̱́o̴̲͂ḳ̶̐ ̸̛̲s̴͓͋c̴̝̾a̶͕̽ṙ̵̼e̶̥͂d̴̗̍!̷̤̈" It stated, grinning at Snape with a sadistic grin! It was then that Snape noticed the air around him begin to glow and glitch, it growing colder and colder by the second! This thing had the same effects as a Dementor, but so much worse!
"So, I have decided, that since you don't want to treat me fairly, then maybe I should give you a lesson in m̴̩̈́͌ạ̷̹́n̵̡͛ͅn̴͇͓̊̌ĕ̴͇̆r̷̤͌̓͜s̷̡̻̏̄!̵̳͆" Lolbit said, its crazed grin growing wider, as he grabbed Snape's head and began the lesson!
It was about 2 hours later when Harry was next seen, grinning like a maniac as he walked into the Great Hall, sitting down next to Daphne and Draco. It was then that he slapped Draco on the back of the head! "Ow! What the hell?" Draco stated, looking at Harry in shock! "That's is what you get for laughing at me." Harry said, placing some food on his plate. Daphne just shook her head at her friends' antics.
"So Harry. Got any plans for this weekend?" Daphne asked, getting an inquisitive look from Tracey in return. "Well, I need to leave the castle for a bit. I need to take care of some family business." Harry said, getting a nod of confirmation from Daphne.
"Anyway, what did you stay behind for?" Draco asked, staring at Harry with a questioning look. Harry just shrugged, giving a sly smirk in return. Just then, a very shaken Snape walked into the hall, the side of his head rapped in thick bandages! Daphne turned to Harry, raising an eyebrow. "So, anything you want to admit Harry?" She asked with a smirk, causing Harry to chuckle, as he got up and walked out the hall.
"And that is another form of travel I never want to use again!" Harry said to himself, wiping the soot of his clothes. Seriously, who thought traveling by fireplace was a good idea! Shaking his head, Lolbit walked out the back of the Leaky Cauldron, entering the busy street of Diagon Alley. Today was Saturday, and Harry was currently on his way to Gringotts to finalise some business for his Fazbear Entertainment takeover! As Harry entered the tall, magnificent bank, the Goblin guards out front bowed to him, a gesture he return gratefully.
Walking up to one of the free tellers, Harry was guided to a back meeting room, where he was met with a shocking surprise! "Mike!?" Harry stated, staring at the young adult who was sitting with Clawhook at a huge table in the room. "What's up Lolbit." Michael replied back, nodding to Harry. It was then that Clawhook coughed impatiently, obviously wanting to get down to business.
"So, Lord Slytherin. Even thought you are emancipated, you are also currently still in school. Therefore, we contacted your legal guardian, who will be put in charge of any businesses you own until you are ready to take over. Also, as it turns out, Mr Afton here is your legal guardian. How or when this happened is unsure, but apparently the forms where submitted by one William Afton." The goblin stated, shocking both Michael and Harry into silence! 'Why would that psycho make Mike my guardian!?' Lolbit questioned in his mind, as he nodded at the goblin to continue. "Now, all we need is for you both to sign these papers, and Lord Slytherin here will own both Fazbear entertainment and their multiple shutdown locations across the UK and US." Clawhook said, pushing two pieces of parchment forward, which Mike and Harry signed quickly.
"Just one other thing." Harry stated, as they where about to leave the meeting room. "Do you happen for us to have a way to get over to the US locations quickly? It would be very appreciated!" He asked, getting a nod from the goblin, as he handed Harry a old sock? "This is a portkey. It will take you to the US locations and back to a UK destination of your choice at will. I had a feeling you would want something like this, so I had one prepared just encase." The goblin stated with a grin. Harry grinned back before grabbing the sock and Mike's arm, whisking them both away in a flash!
"I'm gonna be sick!" That's all Harry was able to say, as he and Mike were launched out a portal a few feet off the ground, faceplanting the floor! "Do wizards just hate themselves or?" Mike asked Harry, picking himself up off the ground, helping a dazed Harry up in the process. Before Harry could reply, they were suddenly shocked to silence by the sight before them. There, standing a few feet away, was the original 1985 location! Yes the building was in disarray! Yes it looked like it could fall at any moment! But it was still here, that's all that mattered currently.
"It looks the just how I remember it!" Mike stated, walking into the main room of the establishment. When he did not get a reply from Harry, he turned to get his attention, only to see him staring at the rundown stage in surprise. "Earth to Lolbit? Hello? What you looking…" Mike then stopped in his tracks, as he stared at the impossibility before him! There, standing on the stage like usual, was Bonnie the bunny, Chica the Chicken and Freddy Fazbear himself! He also noticed Foxy slumped up against the wall behind them, along with a strange looking golden bear suit and an old, destroyed blue and magenta puppet box. 'Wait! If that's that damn puppet box, where is the puppet!?' Mike thought to himself, not noticing Harry walking towards the stage, reaching up to Freddy, only to be cut off by a high-pitched voice!
"They won't work. I have been trying for years to power them back on, but the damage is to great for me to fix." The voice said, drawing Harry's attention over to a dark corner, where he saw a thin, black, and white puppet. One with a smooth white mask that had purple tear trails, a wide grin, and big red cheeks. "Who are you?" Lolbit asked curiously, staring at the puppet in suspicion. "That depends. Are you asking who I am now, or who I was before?" The creature stated vaguely, catching Lolbit by surprise. "Y-your dead too?" Harry questioned. Now it was the Puppets turn to act surprised! "Another? Does Afton's rain of terror ever end!" It screeched, suddenly shoving a table out the way as is approached Harry, who had his arms up in defence. "Woah, calm down. My death was an accident!" He said, eventually getting the Puppet to calm down.
"Now, what's your name?" Harry asked. The creature looked at him curiously, before replying. "Many know me as the Puppet or Marionette. However, I once went by the name Charlotte Emily."
And that's chapter 4! Sorry it has taken so long to get a chapter out, I have been busy and just to make matters worse, I'm ill! Yay… uhh! Anyway, cliff-hanger, hope you enjoyed the chapter and as of Tuesday I should be back to a normal schedule, so stay tuned till then and enjoy! And if you can't wait for the next chapter, check out some of my other pieces of work, I think you may enjoy them!