Hey everyone,
Good news! The OC POV's are back. Roxas is no longer giving Sora his memories now that Axel is so close as the blonde is just gathering his energy so that he can separate from Sora and so I decided to go back to the creating new OC's and making them look back on previous chapters I did at the end of the last book.
Merry Christmas,
Venquine1990
Chapter 43
Delayed Punishment, Continued Reading
Ralph Copius' POV
"This is so incredible! This is everything I ever hoped life in the Magical world would be like! And I get to learn everything about my favorite hero as well as travel to places no one in my world has ever been to. Best year ever!" Goes through my mind as I, yet again, try to just keep seated on the huge blanket I am sharing with my friends.
"How can you be this hyped after what we just read, seriously?" My best friend then asks and I say: "I can't focus on the bad content, I'm still too excited about all the things we're learning about Harry." To which my best friend rolls his eyes and asks: "You do realize you just contradicted yourself there, right Ralphie?"
Yet I just look at him confused and he says: "You say you're ignoring the bad stuff, but for the last several chapters we haven't read anything but bad stuff." Yet to this I reply: "But just look at how ell that allows him to be with his family. How happy he is." And my best friend has no reply to that other than another roll of his eyes.
I, in the mean time focus back on my favorite hero and think: "I always knew Harry had human sides to him and had problems that he hid from the world. I know it's wrong, but I love reading evidence that I was right all along. This is exactly why I wanted to come to Hogwarts so badly. Best end to my second year ever."
And while I know just fine that me enjoying the evidence of Harry being human being shown for the world to read will never win me any points with the boy in question, do I just look at Harry and think: "I always knew you were just another human being, Harry Potter, and I love that you were strong enough to be willing to prove that."
And with that do I focus back on where I'm sure everyone is looking, at the young blonde who often helped me by proving he too sees Potter as just another human, even if Draco Malfoy never really treated either Harry or his friends as a fellow human being, yet this – at the same time – makes him my second favorite student in Hogwarts.
But then I shake my head again and think: "Merlin, there I go again, treating Harry and everyone he knows, both good and bad, as if they're just action figures for me to collect with Hogwarts as the chest for me to store them in. I need to seriously stop doing that." And while hoping I can get help with that problem, do I focus on the world around me.
Lucius' POV
Several people are watching me as I move towards my son, who is looking both fearful and resigned. I also have my mind firmly on taking my son's ego down a large deal more than Harry obviously did, but then realize something, sigh and sit back down on the blanket we conjured. Everyone looks shocked and I turn to Draco and say:
"I'm not stupid, Draco. I know there are still 2 more years with idiotic comments and actions that you will act on, so I will keep my punishment to a minimum for now, but it will grow depending on how many other stupid actions you take. Narcissa Darling, can you please fetch Severus?" My lovely wife nods and fetches the man.
I explain him my reasons for not punishing Draco yet and he spats: "As long as he writes a full essay on the creation of the word and why it should no longer fit in our society I don't care crap what you do with your son, Lucius." Draco lowers his head at this and I nod in agreement, deciding to put Draco on that essay right next break.
Draco's POV
If there is one thing I never wanted to do it's angering my parents. The two might have always taught me that Malfoy was a name of honor, respect and dignity – which indeed contributed to my big ego and selfish behavior – but there was never, in my life, a lack of love, understanding or a listening ear when I needed one.
Yes, receiving loads and loads of gifts from your grandmother, while you believed them to be your mothers, and gloating about them had been a clear sign of my ego, but I know I should have never let my ego get me as far as using the word my Godfather has always forbidden me – and through rules all Slytherins – to say.
And apparently Harry thinks the same about deflating my ego and punishing me as he says: "I have a good guess what will happen next chapter and would like to have Draco read about it, so that he can further learn how people, that are different from him or raised differently, live. Is that alright, Lucius?" My father nods and I take the book, quickly starting to read.
The Deathday Party
October arrived … by Percy.
"I was worried for you." Percy tells her and she says: "I know, big brother. It was just not the cold that made me look that pale." Ron again hugs her tightly, like he did with the Lockheart chapter and while her other brothers seem confused – a feeling I share with them – does Percy hug her just as tightly before I read on.
The steam … on fire.
Strangely enough did she look even paler three days later. Harry noticed that, while he wasn't conversing with her or asking her to sit with them during meals, was Ron keeping a constant eye on his sister, even bumping into a wall one day begin October when he kept an eye on where she and her Year mates were going while they were off to Transfigurations.
Mr. Weasley smiles in pride at his son and Ginny asks: "Did it hurt bad?" Ron shakes his head and says: "I just had a minor scratch on my nose for scraping it the wrong way against a portrait, is all." The girl nods and hugs him gratefully, while I can see by his thin lips that Weasley thinks it wasn't enough what he did.
I wonder why and then remember how I behaved that year, how my father had told me to keep a low profile and how I had gone against it, especially when –. Then I realize why Weasley thinks his constant eye on his sister had not been enough as I remember professor Snape telling us a student had been taken down the Chamber of Secrets.
Looking at the Weasley girl with wide eyes, those same words going over in my head again and again, I think: "Why on earth would the Heir of Slytherin take a Weasley girl? Why the youngest of the Blood Traitors? Were the Slytherins in feud with the Weasleys? What's going on here?" And while wondering all this and more, do I read on.
Raindrops the … garden sheds.
"And I didn't even do anything." The half-giant in question said and as he gets the interest of others, he shrugs and says: "All I did was let the rain water them and put their vines in the soil Neville and Professor Sprout gave me. That was really all I did." I look shocked at how little was needed to grow those things and read on.
Oliver Wood's … with mud.
"Okay, from now on, if the team trains in the rain, they all return to the castle together, so they can cast drying spells on each other, so they don't catch a cold." Sirius says and Wood turns red, muttering: "Could have thought of that." Making me shake my head with my eyes raised skywards before I read on.
Even aside … like missiles.
"It's not really spying if you're caught now, is it?" Mother asks and I ask: "What do you mean, spotted? We didn't know they were there." And father answers: "No, but we did. We asked Blaise to see if you and the team were worthy and capable of handling those brooms and he spotted them and reported that to us."
This makes me turn as red as the twins when they heard they were spotted, probably feeling stupid for being seen and for not noticing Blaise being there. But I had not known either and I'm positive that my father now thinks me unworthy of having a Nimbus 2001, seeing my actions at the start of the year. I sigh and read on.
As Harry … if that…"
"And there he goes again." Sirius shakes his head and father goes on: "I might not be a Gryffindor, but even I noticed him trying that every year I was at school and all throughout my years as member of the Board of Governors." I wonder what they could be on – together with many others not in Gryffindor – and read on.
"Hello, Nick," … to agree. He almost asked Nick how it was like, but the mental image alone made him turn back to the window if only to hide the green color his face had surely turned.
"I mean … Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'"
This confuses me and I ask: "What on earth does that have to mean?" And Harry answers: "Nick tries to get into the Headless Hunt organization every year. Or at least he did until that year. I told him just what I thought of him and that Headless bunch of Nobodies." Ronald and Hermione snicker at the thought and I read on.
Fuming, Nearly … dungeon five.
"Third years?" Charles, one of the only two Weasleys I actually consider deserving of Malfoy respect, asks and he laughs as he goes on: "I would have thought them to be the twins." But then Hermione, showing a secretive smirk asks: "What lesson hour was that, Professor?" And the man answers: "The third, Mss. Granger."
The girl nods, the smirk growing slightly and then, with a sweet tone and her hands clasped together – as if trying to portray an innocent student asking a question to a teacher – she asks: "Professor McGonagall, what class did the twins have during the third hour?" The woman looks confused, yet interested and says:
"My class, Mss. Granger and they were missing too. Something that occurs rarely, even for them." She nods and then turns to the twins as she – with her sweet act dropping and changing into a wicked witch pose – says: "I wondered all year how you two were able to make such a good aging potion a few months ago."
The two turn white as they realize what she says and it only takes me a second longer. I look at the girl in question and think: "From know-it-all, to innocent school-girl to wicked witch." I then turn to my best friend and whisper: "I really hope you know what you're doing, Blaise, cause it seems you got your hands full on her."
I then look at the twins shocked and Hermione chuckles, but the twins say: "Low, Hermione, real low. We'll have to –." But the girl clears her throat and asks: "Harry?" And when I see the gleeful smirk on my cousin's face I, like the twins, whiten and they quickly back down, to the shocked, wide eyes of the teachers.
Then Ron asks them: "What? You heard how Harry can fool even Peeves and he has yet to be ever pranked by the twins since that incident in our first weekend at Hogwarts. Trust me, they know Harry and his facial features as well as we do." The teachers now smirk at my cousin in pride and Mr. Weasley says:
"Never thought I'd see someone who could keep the twins under control." Harry shrugs and says: "I also often make sure they don't go too far in their pestering and teasing of Ron and of course, me keeping them under the thumb currently is because of my genes." And he winks at his parents, who smile at him and I read on.
He's been … me, Potter!"
"Wait a minute, that almost sounds as if he's going to punish Harry for all the mud he and the other students have been spreading over the castle. How is that even fair?" Sirius asks and I mumble read the sentence again, realizing he's right. I look shocked and the teachers share a glance – and a blanket – before I read on.
So Harry … to themselves. One cabinet confused him as it didn't have a name of a student on it, but rather a group – a group called The Marauders.
The twins shine with glee and happiness as they hear that name and then Harry lies back with his hands behind his head as he says: "You know guys, Ron, Hermione and I discovered who Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs really are." The two look shocked and ask in amazed chorus: "Really? You did? Who are they?"
But the first name already makes me know and I look at Remus, my uncle in bonding looking back at me and smiling, nodding subtly. I smile and Harry says: "Well, I actually told you during a chapter of the 4th book and that you forgot makes you have to wait until we discovered their true personalities in Third." The twins pout and I read on.
A highly … the ceiling. Harry wasn't stupid, but he was scared Filch was going to use him as an example to make sure other students wouldn't muddy his floors anymore and looked at the manacles with a slight shiver.
Filch grabbed … form… yes…"
This proved Harry's theory, but to stand up to someone who had the same evil ways of punishing as his uncle was like trying to freeze water with your hands above a hot fire; Harry just didn't dare do it.
He retrieved … said Harry. He instantly cringed back in his seat, ready to turn it on its back, roll over his back, jump back up and run out of the chamber if Filch even so much as reached for the manacles, further punishment be damned.
"You can do that?" The new man named Axel, who I was told had been stuck in the Phoenix form of that old codger, asks and the boy in question sighs as he says: "Before Madam Pomfrey gave me a full physical I could, but that was because the Glamours gave me a high sense of endurance." The man nods and I read on.
"It's only … bated breath – and trembling hands holding tightly onto the sides of his creaky seat – for his … alongside him.
Peeves was the school poltergeist, a grinning, airborne menace who lived to cause havoc and distress. Harry didn't … from Harry. Harry wondered if the Poltergeist had discovered that it had been him who tricked him the year before, but waved the idea away as that would have meant he would have been pranked much earlier in the year.
Of course Peeves had still tried to pull pranks on him, Ron and Hermione, but they now all used his old technique, quickly looking around, finding someone they knew things about and selling that information out to Peeves in exchange for them not being the prank-subject. Afterwards they always warned the new prank-subject of what Peeves was planning and so it came that everyone believed that they had an eye on Peeves and kept the Poltergeist from getting out of control. This year, one young Hufflepuff first year had even made the comment that one of them might be the descendant of the Bloody Baron himself.
Said Hufflepuff – now a third year – blushes as the entire beach rumbles with laughter, the waves crashing on the beach floor a little harder than normal by the loud sounds and Sirius says: "Trust me, Harry is not a descendant of the Bloody Baron. My ancestors checked and the Bloody Baron died unmarried and without kids."
Then Axel asks the Million Galleons question and asks: "Do any of your ancestors also know how he died?" But Sirius shakes his head and says: "My ancestor did a nickname heritage spell, long lost by the way. It showed anyone with that nickname, where they lived and what happened to them. The Baron died alone in the woods of Albania."
The man nods and then Riku says: "I don't want to interrupt, but there is 1 thing you should all know. We were able to provide you with lunch, but if we have to provide any more meals, we'll be out for the rest of the week. So before dinner, we'll travel to another world. Is that alright with all of you?" We all look at each other and Sora says:
"Rest assured that every world we go to, we are friends with everyone there. Or at least all the good guys there. We have visited many of the worlds when we were young and know them inside out, so getting lost or losing sight of each other is impossible as we and our friends will be able to find you." The students nod and I read on.
Thinking that … the desk. He really wanted to flee and get out of the terrible office, but would only do that if Filch's punishment had anything to do with the manacles or the Forbidden Forest. Then again, he wouldn't mind getting another shot at star-gazing or finding that Unicorn mere again. Deciding not to think of that experience as what happened afterwards still gave him the creeps, he looked at what was on the desk.
There was … Beginners' Magic.
"Kwikspell? What the heck is that?" Nella Diggory asks and her husband answers: "Something our Aurors, in December that year, discovered to be completely fake and nothing more than a serious case of embezzlement." To which Harry mutters: "Wonder if Filch ever found out about that." Before I read on, not really caring.
Intrigued, Harry … coming back.
"Harry, can I ask of you why you looked through Filch's mail?" Remus asks, his tone clearly reprimanding and the boy sighs and says: "The whole letter incident with First year made me have a need to read all the letters and other forms of communication I could get my hands on. I later lessened it to just the newspapers."
Remus nods and asks: "Ron, did Harry ever read along your mail or read it without you knowing it?" Ron shakes his head and says: "I always get my mail in the Great Hall. I'm also aware of this, Lupin. I made sure he first asked me and then, when my letters got less and less – that woman's work – Harry went to only newspapers."
Remus nods and asks: "Were there ever any other cases you read someone's mail?" And Harry answers: "I read with Ron when he has mail, but he and I often sit opposite each other if we do. Otherwise I never again read mail without others knowing and only – every so often – read the papers." Remus nods and I read on.
Stuffing the … my sweet —"
"That's not true." Harry mutters and everyone turns to him as he says: "I did a little research in the month we were – ahem – otherwise occupied and discovered that not even the Headmaster can get rid of ghosts who died at Hogwarts grounds. And even if Peeves is a Poltergeist he stays a residential at Hogwarts by free will."
"So there's no way Dumbledore, Filch or anyone else can get rid of Peeves?" But Harry shakes his head and says: "I heard him talking to himself once, while further looking into this. Apparently he died somewhere secretive and only if we find his body and bury it outside Hogwarts grounds can we force him to leave.
Otherwise it has to be of his own decision. Heck, we could device a spell to touch ghosts and poltergeists, grab Peeves by his back and throw him through the gates ourselves – if we don't throw his body with him or bury it outside Hogwarts grounds is it Peeves' own decision whether he stays or goes." Everyone nods and I read on.
His eyes … lied quickly. Filch was giving him a chance not to – possibly – be held by those manacles and he was definitely going to take it.
Filch's knobbly … didn't help. Was he onto Harry now – should he have told the truth? What exactly was a man, who might not be a proper wizard, capable of doing. Harry's eyes shot at the manacles and back again.
"Very well … school record.
"It would have been, Mr. Potter, had your crime not been so insignificant." Professor McGonagall tells my cousin and Harry shrugs and says: "I still did something my dad would be rolling over in his grave over if he knew. I've never been sent to Filch office – except that time – and even then I wasn't punished. And that for four years straight."
The woman smiles at him, something I've rarely seen her do and then Sirius wraps an arm around him and says: "While I should feel terrible that you have yet to get in trouble with Filch, am I currently glad about it, seeing all you have been through just last year. I do not want to know what he would have done to punish you for those things."
Harry whitens and says: "Filch never reads along with these things, understood?" His parents and the students nod all in agreement, some of those that had sat around Harry and had heard what Sirius said as white as my cousin and McGonagall says: "Don't worry, Mr. Potter, I will see what I can change about Filch and his methods." Harry nods and I read on.
"Harry! Harry! … great height.
"Why do I get the feeling we better keep this memorized?" Axel asks, now leaning against the Seaside shack with his legs crossed and his arms crossed over his chest. All students shrug and shake their heads to show they don't know either and Harry says: "It might hold some kind of importance during the books about the future."
The man nods and lifts his right hand with his forefinger up and – to my shock – with fire writes the words remember; Vanishing Cabinet. He moves his hand around the words a bit, aims his finger at me and moves his hand some more before he says: "There, now this will show up every few chapters, starting Fifth book, to remind us."
"How'd you do that?" A hyped-up Second year Hufflepuff asks eagerly and Riku says: "I'll just go over all we told you once more, alright?" The exited boy nods and while I feel glad not to have to read as my throat was getting a little dry, I sit down, lie the book open on my crossed legs and listen as Riku speaks and says:
"Every heart is born in light. But the older you get the more easily the Darkness can control your heart and if your heart is lost to the Darkness, you literally lose your heart. It will turn into a creature known as a Heartless." To this Axel coughs and when everyone looks from Riku to him, he smirks and snaps his finger.
A vaguely humanoid body with black skin, a round, spherical head with circular glowing yellow eyes, 2 long twisted antennas and hands with three clawed fingers, while the feet lack any discernible digits. It wiggles and squirms its body as it looks around, but all in all the sight of the creature creeps me out.
Axel snaps his fingers again and the same black smoke that had made the creature appear makes it disappear and Riku goes on, saying: "What you just saw was a random and very common Heartless named a Shadow. It comes from those with weak to medium strong hearts. Of course the stronger the heart, the stronger the Heartless.
But if you do have a strong heart and your soul is as strong as your heart, your body won't disappear into the Darkness and it won't be just the Heartless that can return your body. Here too the strength of the combo is of essence on how your body looks after your heart was lost to the Darkness." Axel again snaps his fingers and a new creature appear.
The creature has a thin body, a large cylindrical head with a flat top that is emblazoned with some kind of symbol that is made of several intermingling lines and which is imprinted on the top of its head, while its body seems covered in a light grey jumpsuit, allowing it to look thin as a straw yet also proving its flexibility.
It moves around a lot more flexible than the Shadow did and I am amazed at the dumbfounding way of how it moves and waves its entire body. Then it looks at me and I barely keep a scream in – others like those younger than me not being able to – as I see that its mouth is actually a zipper, opened to reveal grey, sharp teeth underneath.
The creature itself appears to have a few muscles here and there, even if the arms and legs are very thin and the sides of its body are outlined by a black line. I look further and start to believe that the flexibility is because the hands and feet are pointed and lack digits, while its hands each sport two black bands around them.
Axel snaps his fingers and the creature disappears again before Riku says: "That is what is called a Dusk. They are also the most common among their kind and their kind is called Nobodies, with a capital N. It's those that have lost their hearts, but have hearts strong enough to keep their body, even if some are no longer recognizable."
Axel then takes over and says: "Now there was a large group of Powerful Nobodies, named Organization XII, that worked together to get their hearts back, but they went around it the wrong way and – well, Number XIII, my best friend, went against them, returned to his original self and me wanting him back made me a renegade too."
Riku nods and says: "And that is how Axel is able to work with fire so well. His power is control over the fire and the other twelve members each have had their own powers. I will tell you all another time what happened to them. Let's now get back to the book." I quickly stand up, scrape my throat and continue reading.
"I persuaded … on tenderhooks.
"He tried the same with us in our Fifth." Sirius laughs and Harry asks: "Did you go?" Sirius shakes his head and says: "That was on the same night as full moon and we had just finished our Animagus transformation training. We just had to support Remy the minute we could, so we sadly enough had to cancel with Nick."
Harry nods and Ron says: "Well, if yours would have been anything like ours, then trust me – you wouldn't have missed a thing." And he shudders, but then Hermione whispers something in his ear and he shudders even harder, before muttering: "You're right, the aftermath was even worse." We all get intrigued by this and I read on.
"No," said … of course," said Harry.
"Why would he even want Harry to say that? It's not even true?" Lovegood asks and Harry answers: "It's probably the highest honor to ghosts if living ones think you scary and dare to talk about it." I tilt my head and ask: "Living ones?" And he waves his hand, still lying down, and says: "Just read on." I nod and do as asked.
Nearly Headless … to me…"
I look up as Harry suddenly shoots up, looking at Ronald in pure shock and then he says: "Okay mate, that whole Troll thing during the Sorting Hat chapter last book was one thing, but this?" Ron shrugs and says: "I don't know what's going on either." And Hermione says: "Let's just keep an eye out." The three nod at each other and I read on.
Rain was … a salamander.
"Fred! George! That was totally uncalled for!" Charles shouts at his brothers, but then Ron shoots up and takes the elder Weasley with him to a far-off corner. He seems to whisper a few things to his brother, making Charles look at Ginerva, before he nods, sits back down and says: "We'll talk later." I feel confused, but read on.
Fred had … Harry's mind.
"Well, that's something, right?" The twins chorus with careful smiles aimed at Charles, but the elder Weasley brother glares at the two and simply goes to sit with Ginerva, whispering something to her that makes the girl whiten. He then hugs her tightly and while I wonder what could be going on, do I continue reading.
By the … the entertainment.
"Don't worry, Harry, there were no skeletons. Professor Sprout forbid it after she discovered that three of her First years feared Skeletons above all else and that one of her Second years had lost someone on Halloween." Neville tells my black-haired cousin, who cringes and says: "I know the feeling." Before I read on.
"A promise … the dungeons.
"Who had the most trouble with that? Harry, Ron or Hermione?" The twins laugh, but then Ron says: "Guys, don't! This is a majorly important chapter." The twins look confused and Ron asks: "Don't you remember, the first message came on Halloween night." The two whiten, obviously catching on and I read on.
The passageway … a freezer.
"That's because of all the ghosts present there. The body temperature of a person drops to below zero when he or she turns into a Ghost and that effects those around them, like when you walk through one. With so many ghosts around their body temperatures mix and spread through the room." Susan tells us all and I read on, amazed at her knowledge.
"Shall we … said Ron.
"Talk about a change of subject." The twins snicker and Ron coughs, before he says: "Actually, I already saw the food when we turned away from the Bloody Baron. I just mentioned it when I saw how uncomfortable Hermione felt about talking about Myrtle." The girl in question smiles at him appreciatively and I read on.
On the … OCTOBER, 1492
Suddenly Harry whitens and says: "Wait a minute, October 31st?" And only then do I realize what that date means and a single tear falls down my cousin's cheek as he whispers: "My parents died on the same night as Nick. How could I forget?" He gets hugged by Sirius and Remus and I lower the book and my head, everyone following my example.
For a minute we all hold silent and I feel myself appreciating the sound of the waves softly hitting shore and of how the seagulls craw, but even they no longer do that, as if knowing how important our minute of silence is. We then all raise our heads and Harry smiles at me in gratitude, me smiling back at him before I read on.
Harry knew there was something about that date that was on the tip of his tongue, but then his attention drafted as he watched, amazed … said Ron.
And he wasn't the only one. Harry didn't tell this to his friends, but whenever they hadn't been studying or trying to find out about Flamel and the Stone, Harry had used his Invisibility Cloak to find the kitchens. He really wanted to get his hands on a spatula again and help whoever was cooking such amazing meals.
"I can imagine." Ron smiles and then he says: "I still don't understand how you got her out of the kitchens a few days into your stay with us." Harry snickers and says: "Simple, I used the Hurt Puppy dog look and kept part of the truth from her as I said that I always sold cookies and other yummies at Privet Drive.
Not telling her that I actually cooked for those Muggles, but still admitting to have cooked for years, made her give me a chance and after that I just let you guys constantly pick who you wanted dinner from." Everyone laughs at the sneaky manner he worked and Ron says: "No less than she deserves." Before I read on.
They had … Harry cautiously. Here, there was no one he knew who he could use to make sure he wouldn't be pranked and he really didn't want his reputation broken.
Unlike the … moping Myrtle!"
"Is it really that hard for her to imagine why? I mean, has anyone ever seen her smile?" A Seventh year Hufflepuff asks and then he holds up his hand and says: "You guys don't count." I look at who he's talking about and see Ron and Harry smile proudly, before Harry says: "It's all about the questions you ask her.
We found the right one and cheered her up. Do regret it now though." And he shudders, before he asks: "Can I have all Prefects here, please?" Sixteen confused students walk over and Harry whispers something at them, before sitting down again. They look at each other and Harry says: "Trust me." They sit down and I read on.
"You've forgotten … Nick stiffly.
Harry remembered what Nick had said about the man and just by the way the ghost was behaving towards Nick was Harry starting to understand why Nick hated the man so much.
"Live 'uns!" … say that!"
Harry thought it stupid he even tried and instead said, "So Nick's not frightening, at least he knows how to be polite and help those kind to you. Such as those kind enough to invite you to an important party of theirs."
"Wow, Harry bites back." Sirius laughs and says: "I have a sharp tongue and even sharper claws, not to mention quite the short fuse. So try and insult or hurt my friends and I bite back harder than you'd like." Everyone smiles at this comment, but Harry just shrugs and lies back against his parents' sides as I read on.
Sir Patrick's actually dropped his head at this and Harry send him an evil glare, showing with his eyes how badly he wanted to step on his head right there. Nick defused this plan by speaking up.
"If I … blue spotlight. Harry decided to show how much he meant his anger against Sir Patrick and while he turned to the Gryffindor House Ghost he tried to step right next to Sir Patrick's head, but the head and body were gone.
"My late … mention hungry and plain furious.
"I can't … Harry agreed.
"Wait, wait, wait! You first insult Sir Patrick, try to stand next his head to show him your anger and glare at him when you can, but when he interrupts Nick's speech, you just leave?" Sirius asks, but I have read ahead and say: "Not so fast, Sirius, there's more and it's good." Sirius smiles widely at me and I read on.
But he wasn't done yet and said, "Just one more thing." He walked over to where the Headless Hunt was playing Head Hockey and asked a ghost in the crowd, who seemed to be a killed hunter, if he could borrow his net. The thing in itself felt as bad as when one of the ghosts would touch them, but he held strong and used the net to catch the head right out of the throw.
"You actually stopped them from playing? What, did you stay all speech with that head in the net?" Remus asks and again I read ahead, just the first paragraph and then smirk and say: "Oh no, better. It's the sharp tongue attack again." Harry shrugs, his hair being caressed by Viktor and I smirk at my cousin before reading on.
He then walked over to the stage and said, "This might be the famous Headless Hunt, but Nick still having his head on his neck has one benefit. His heart is still connected to his brain, so he still has the common sense to be friendly and a good host even to those mocking him. You Headless jerks lost your common sense together with your necks. A good day."
Everyone is silent now and Sirius mutters: "I do not want Harry against me like that." And everyone shakes their heads. Harry turns red and says: "Oh come on, like you haven't said the same things to people hurting those you like or love." They then smile at each other, most of them nodding and I continue the chapter.
And with that he joined Ron and Hermione, the second who was beaming at him.
They backed … black candles.
Harry turned to one of the angry glaring men of the Headless Hunt and said, "You can't have Nick in your group, that I understand, but you can at least accept him as someone to help you find more Headless Ghosts, seeing how well known he is. Too bad your head being thrown, hit and whatever not you did when playing games messed up your brain and common logic." Before he closed the door.
"Good plan, nice insult." Sirius smiles at his son and Axel says: "I'm getting the feeling that Luxord and Larxene would have really enjoyed being around Harry right there and then, don't you think Sora?" And the boy answers: "I know Luxord would, but who's Larxene?" And while I wonder what they're on about, does Axel say:
"Right, Naminé took your memories of Castle Oblivion when she restored your older memories. I forgot. Larxene was nr. XII. She controlled Lightning and wasn't all too kind to Roxas." Sora seems to go into some kind of trance at that and then shudders and says: "No kidding." Before I continue the story, totally confused.
"Pudding might … entrance hall. Harry saw him look at him worriedly and smiled at how the boy had tried to defuse his anger. He decided to go and see if his suggestion had been taken into action the next time he saw Nick.
And then … tear… kill…"
"Oh sweet Merlin, no! Not that voice again." Sirius moans and I whiten as I never knew what the Basilisk was really after when it struck. Understanding how Harry thinks this a punishment, I look at my cousin and nod at him, the boy nodding back to show he understands that I received the message. I then clear my throat and read on.
It was … to kill…"
By now my hands are trembling and I mutter: "How can he stand hearing that?" But Harry's voice is suddenly dead as he says: "Trust me, the next book will be even worse." Instantly Ron and Hermione are at his sides, as if they know what he speaks of. Remembering the Dementors, I feel a shiver of dread go down my spine.
I look around and see how almost everywhere Fifth, Sixth and Seventh years are sitting together with First or second years and how Ginerva is almost burying herself in her father's embrace. Wondering how this could be affecting the young girl so, I wonder if it's because of the last attack the Heir caused, but then focus back on the chapter.
The voice … pounding footsteps
"Why do I get the feeling, just from hearing about you two having bewildered faces, that Harry was the only one able to hear that terrible voice?" Mss. Crenson asks and Hermione sighs and says: "Because he is. And with good reason. You'll find out soon enough." The female ex-teacher nods and I read on, trying not to shudder.
Harry hurtled … HEIR, BEWARE
"THE WHAT?" Sirius shouts and he goes on: "My father told me all about that monstrous Chamber! What the hell is it doing opened up again? I thought after the last murder it would be closed for good! I thought they –." But then Harry hugs him and whispers: "Not now, Sirius. Please." And I see him looking at Ginny, before I read on.
"What's that … the floor;
Again Harry, Ron and Hermione look at each other and Hannah Abbott, a girl I sometimes considered to be potential bride material over the last year, asks while sounding scared: "Like the train?" Harry nods and says: "This is, not in the way of the element, an important way to find out what the Monster really is. Just listen carefully."
Hannah nods, while many students go to sit together and start to whisper about what my cousin could be talking about. I myself wonder how else but the element the water can be any evidence, but instead of thinking about it, do I read on, wanting the chapter over with and already knowing I will screw up before it's over.
Ron and … and staring.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD?" Sirius shouts, but then Harry interrupts him and says: "Listen carefully. These last parts held three important clues. The location, the facial features of the cat and the water. Think about that and I'm sure you'll find out." And under the buzzing of many people whispering excitedly, do I read on.
For a … both ends.
"Can your luck get any worse?" Sirius asks his son, but then Riku asks: "Would anyone mind if we hold a very short break after this? I have to make a quick travel to another world for something important." The teachers nod and McGonagall say: "We'll take half an hour break every 2 to 3 chapters from now on."
Everyone nods and Sora asks: "Where are you going?" And Riku answers softly: "To ask Hercules that question we wanted to ask him. About those Monsters and Malificent." The young caramel-brown haired boy nods, smiling at him in a way that makes it plain obvious to me he's head over heels for Riku and I read on.
The chatter … Draco Malfoy.
This makes me hit myself on the head and Uncle Sev stands up, looking at me murderously, before he almost hisses at Sora: "Can I use some water from your waterfalls to make some more potions, please?" Sora nods and the man marches away furiously, making me sigh as I never wanted to anger him like that and I read the last sentence.
He had … immobile cat.
"Mr. Malfoy, care to explain me what you thought exciting about a possibly dead cat hanging from her tail on a torch bracket?" Professor McGonagall asks me sternly and I sigh, answering: "Professor, it wasn't the cat. I was arrogant and believed the monster purely there to take out Muggleborns, thus felt safe enough to insult them."
The woman nods and says: "Seeing that your parents will not punish you till we have reached the date of the Third Task in the fourth book, will I see this through the fingers – for now – but I will take a note of it, so that we can remember just what you have caused between that date and this one, is that clear?" I nod and sigh.
I then sit down and McGonagall says: "Professor Flitwick will keep the book with him until Riku has returned and Professor Snape has finished his potion. Until then will you have the entire island to yourselves, but do keep yourselves to the rules Sora and his friends will set up as we are here as guests on their island."
The students nod and Sora says: "We don't really have any rules. All we ask is that you don't fish, drink too much from the fresh water pond and don't pluck our fruits. If any of you is hungry, we'll go the main island and buy some food. Is that all clear to you?" All students and the foreign guests nod and smile at this.
Then Riku leaves the group and asks: "Axel, would you mind making a portal to Olympus Coliseum?" The red-haired Nobody shakes his head and says: "As long as you don't mind that I'm not using it. I want to explore the world You and Sora grew up in." The Nobody winks at the name Sora and Riku turns his eyes skyward.
The man then opens the same portal as Sora before and Riku steps through, before Sora walks over to Harry and asks: "Want some more Keyblade training?" Harry nods and Axel asks: "Can I watch?" At which Sora says: "Sure." Making Axel smile widely before they leave the group and this part of the island, the rest of us breaking up as well.
Hey everyone,
Okay, so there wasn't much edited as Harry is slowly but surely healing and thus is capable of making small walks here and there as long as he keeps resting through the rest of the reading and I did want to create a new character, but not one I would really want to full develop and bring into the story, just some side stuff.
Now I will admit that it was a lot of fun writing about how the "Fans" could potentially see Harry and his fame, yet the idea of someone who loves Harry for being both famous and human isn't something I ever really came across in the canon, so I thought that it could be fun to try and create one of my own.
Merry Christmas,
Venquine1990
PS. I also hid a shout out to Ralph somewhere down the chapter. Care to try and find it?
