A/N:

So I have been in the hospital for surgery, won't go into details, but I have not been able to type for almost a week and a half. The other reason why I haven't written more is because I just felt like my story and pacing was off, but one of my friends told me to keep writing and not to give up on it yet. So here we are. Anyways… Onto the I don't own Harry Potter sketch… Um hold on… Yeah… Oh. OK… Yeah my non-existent agent just told me that because I already said that I don't own Harry Potter that I don't need to do a sketch saying that I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. Hmm… I wonder if the message got through?

Chapter 7

Prologue: July 21, 1987

Marcus came to when he heard a deep booming laughter coming from a few feet away.

"Shut… Up."

"But… But you got your ass… kicked by a 7 year old. HAHAHA."

"SHUT… UP! I was not expecting him… her… them to go from stabbing a piece of glass into their neck, to wildly but accurately swinging that at me. Besides they only got me a little bit over the eye. Now can you tell me who they are, Joyburn?"

"I would if I could Glinteye, but I couldn't get their identity."

From practice of being not noticed, Marcus just stayed the way he was. If they believed he was still asleep, they could say when they plan to bring them back to them.

"How could you not get their identity!? Just do a blood line test on them!"

"OH! Why didn't I think of that! Oh wait… FIRST thing I tried." With a sigh, the one Marcus figured was Joyburn (What kind of name was that? And Glinteye?) continued more calmly. "It blew up. I checked again and turns out this kid shouldn't even be alive."

"Come again?"

"Their blood is currently comprised of over 60% of their own magic. I would love to get in their more thoroughly and-"

"NO EXPERIMENTS! They are just a child. But I never heard of someones magic replacing lost blood… No. No experiments, Joyburn. Anything else you could get?"

"Well they did have a lingering blood ward attached to them that had broken, but other than that… Nothing. We may as well ask them, considering they've been awake for the last 5 minutes."

Marcus went cold upon hearing this.

Chapter 7 September 2nd 1991

"A game!? Young man, this is a school for learning, not some playground for games. We have classes-"

"That have been shot to pieces and so, wouldn't it be easier just to start classes tomorrow professor… Professor… Professor…"

"Professor Mcgonagall, your head of house."

"...Right. I knew that. I was just seeing if… HE KNEW!" Pointing to someone from Hufflepuff.

"...I'm a fourth year."

"Alright, alright, enough side tracking. Now the rules to the game."

"I'm sorry Mr. Damon, but I'm going to have to ask you to stop with this childish behavior now. Else I will have to assign detention." Intoned Dumbledore.

Chuckling, Juno motioned his head towards the head of Slytherin. "Ask what happened last time that happened before I was finished."

"He left us here for half an hour, stuck like this, sir."

"Yep. And I'm willing to do it again but for, let's say… 3 hours! How does that sound? Oh and one good thing about the 'potion' is that it stops all digestion in your body while under it's affect."

Looking at his resident potion master, Dumbledore asked, "If you got to your potion lab, could you make an antidote?"

A laugh was heard in the hall, as Juno started to head to the grand doors. "Wrong answer headmaster. And even if he did get to his lab, only I can make the antidote. So toodles!"

Then all of a sudden, Juno jumped to the side and fell to the ground. No one notice as Dumbledore pocketed his wand again and move to Juno's side. He made it halfway, before Juno jerked and sat up gasping.

"Ouch. Really? A stunning spell?" Juno took a stone out of his pocket and looked at it. Scowling he tossed it away. "Burned it out."

"How are you back up, my boy? I've seen people struggle to revive their compatriots after taking one of my spells. Though I didn't even use my full power."

"That wasn't even your strongest one? Jeez, it burned out my rune that keeps me from being forced to sleep."

"That's not possible! Runes cannot do that!"

"And you know how, professor…?"

"Professor Bathsheda Babbling! I teach Ancient Runes here! So I know that runes cannot do that." She said with a smirk.

"Ah, and you teach, let me think… Elder Futhark, Younger Futhark, Marcomannic Runes, and so forth?" The professor gave a nod at this. Juno grinned while shaking his head. "Complete and utter rubbish. Those are just so… incomplete and useless."

"How dare you!" The professor said, while trying to stand, and forgetting that the lower half of herself wouldn't move.

"What I use is more extensive, whole, and so many of them I haven't gotten them all memorized."

"I have!"

"Shut up Jeremy! You're already probably carving them into where you are!"

"I would never!"

"And if I looked under the table?"

"...You know the weather looks so nice today." Another piece of fruit hit Jeremy in the head. An apple this time. He just laughs at this and takes a bite out of the apple.

"Anyways, I use goblin runes. It's how all the weapons, armor, and items get all the special properties to them. Considering there are over two hundred thousand different runes, each one having one meaning instead of several, and each one looking unique. Yeah it's pretty daunting to get them all memorized. Now am I going to be able to play my game, or will we just sit here all day?"

After a few moments of silence, Dumbledore sighed. "Fine you may play your game, but you will have two weeks detention for this."

"How about if anyone wins, I'll accept any punishment you deem necessary. But if I win, I get no punishment. Deal?"

"I will need to know what this game is and how you play before I agree or disagree with it."

With this Juno stood up, stretched a little and addressed the whole hall. "The game is just a simple game of tag!"

"Tag?" asked someone from Slytherin.

"Yeah, you know, tag? Chasing someone to make them it and running away from them?"

"Sounds like a muggle thing."

"You mean purebloods don't play tag!? What do you play as children then? You know what, not important. So basically the game consist of all of the students, trying to grab me, capture me, or straight up stunning me. Simple right. Now you have one hour-"

As Juno turned, a fifth year Griffindoor saw an opportunity to end this now and not have to deal with this. He pulled his wand and shouted out "Stupefy!" to Juno's back. As the spell raced towards Juno, he twisted on the spot, pulled his sword from behind him, and with a twisting downwards swing, hit the spell. But instead of destroying the spell, it seemed to ride the edge as he continued to twist and bring the blade backup in one fluid motion. When blade stopped the spell went sailing harmlessly into the ceiling.

"First off, are you an idiot? It's the only thing I can think of why you would cast a spell at me. I mean it was a good attempt and all, but what if I had gotten out of the way? I mean it would have hit a person who hadn't done anything to you, that I know of at least, if I had dodged out of the way. Second off… That was the first time I pulled that off with an actual spell. So how cool did that look? Honest feedback."

"Mr. Damon…"

"Right… I'll get that back from you later. Anyways, as you can all see, you could attack me now, but I recommend until I administrate the cure before you do. So a few more rules. No dangerous spells, don't want anyone getting hit from someone else. Also the game will last an hour after the cure is finished."

"And how long until the cure IS finished? I know some cures take days and such."

"The cure takes thirty minutes for everybody… Everybody except for Marcus. Double the posion, double the cure." At this, he strutted to the staff table and set a very long candle that looked purple and shimmered. Just before he struck the match to light it, he paused. "Oh! Silly me, I forgot to mention the prize!"

"A prize?"

"Yes, a prize. Whoever catches me, they get to ask me for one favor of their choice. Anything they ask for or ask me to do, I will do it. Money, me as a servant, anything." Many people were chatting excited at this.

One Slytherin 6th year shouted out, "And what if we asked you to kill yourself?" Trying to be a smart ass.

"If you ordered it, I would kill myself." At this proclamation, the entire hall went silent. "Though you would need to capture me first, and I won't go down easily."

Striking the match, he turned to all the silent students, Juno had a grin on his face. "Now when I light the candle, it will take thirty minutes for the cure to process, then you will have an hour to find and capture me." Right before he light it, he paused again. "Oh and don't worry about the smoke, it doesn't affect people with asthma."

"Ashma?"

"Really… Stupid magi, not knowing non-magi sicknesses." With that Juno light the candle, and a wall of purple shimmering smoke bellowed out, obscuring everyone's view.

Pandemonium ensued.

A/N: Well chapter 7. I was going to put the actual game into the chapter, but decided to leave it in it's own chapter. I plan… well can't actually say. Let's keep it a mystery.

Let me know what you think. Also from all I hear about actual runes they are tricky to get to work, what with several meaning several different things at the same time… Yeah that wasn't going to work for me.

So send me a review, let me know of any inconsistencies, criticisms, or what you like. Till next time.