Incandescence
Part Ten
Preparations
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the affiliated characters. I am only a medium for the Lugovaloses. . . Dammit, Phyrrus, stop laughing at me!
Warnings: As always, this is slash. I've warned you the previous nine times and prequal, so if you don't like it and are still reading. . . wow, you have a really bad learning curve. Oh, and Reikatsuken Byakko makes an appearence. Full uniform, too. Evil grin.
Author's Note: So. . . I was thinking, "I need to get out another chapter. Hm, I'd better e-mail my beta." So I went to e-mail the amazing PrincessXXMoonXX, and she's already three steps ahead of me and already sent me the next chapter. I decided it was fate and I should post it. So, you can thank her for the update. It was (obviously) all her doing!
To Fae Child19: Yeah, that crush was a little unplanned. Rayne dumped that on me unexpectedly. Haha. But I thought it was disgustingly cute and kept it.
To Lady Bit: Ahahaha. . . Oops. Thank you for pointing out that Harry did not fight a Norweign Ridgeback, and actually fought a much nastier dragon. I have fixed it, and have no idea how it got missed. I guess it just got bleeped over. Oops. But thanks for the correction!
To TheSlytherinMuggle: I'm not sure if they'll ever had such bad fight again, but I'm sure they'll manage to stir up some kind of trouble!
To katey: Sorry I couldn't reply last chapter to your question, but here is the answer: No, Phyrrus will never raise a hand to Harry. Aside from the fact Phyrrus would end up dead somewhere if he ever abused Harry (Chara brought him into the world, and she sure as hell can still take him out), I will not place Harry in a lasting, abusive relationship. Aside from it not working, because Phyrrus respects Harry a great deal, I have issues with the kind of control abuse takes. So no, Phyrrus will never hit Harry out of anger. The only time Phyrrus would ever raise a hand to his boyfriend would be out of pure necessity. I'm sorry if I sound offended, but I have issues with the topic, and don't mean to come off that way. I do appreciate your review, however, and I'm glad you love this story!
To Shadow of a Shadow: Now what kind of horrible author would I be to give away the ending, hm? Wink.
To JusticeIsBlind13: Ah ha! Well, thank you for the translation! I'll have to remember it for later!
To Everyone: Thank you for the wonderful reviews. I really appreciate them, and I loved reading them! By the way, sable2684, do you think the dragon would play fetch, too? Lol. I loved all your reviews, and I can't wait to see more of them. I am, as had been previously mentioned, such a review whore. Hee hee. I doubt I have to remind you again, but this is an OC laden story, and lots of reviews show it's quality. I never hold it hostage, and appreciate every review you send me, and I'm addicted to the warm fuzzy feeling (Do they make a rehab for that?).
Enough, though. I think this note is longer than last time's, and I'm sorry, so please go enjoy the next chapter.
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Harry refused to look at the egg for a flat week after getting it from the dragon. "I want just a little longer to recover," Harry told everyone, determination on his face. "That thing nearly ate me, and I don't want to think for just a little while."
"Makes sense," Phyrrus agreed, pulling Harry onto the couch. "Come on. Play some Rat Slap with me." They were in the Gryffindor Common room, tired, but still happy at Harry's performance on the egg three days after it had occurred. Harry sat with Phyrrus, resting his head on the taller's shoulder and just relaxing in front of the fire in relief.
For that day, at least. Harry invited his friends to the opening of the egg, as he dubbed it, and met them in the Room of Requirement. Draco and Cyrrus leaned forward to look at it, clearly interested in the golden egg. "It's so. . . shiny," Cyrrus murmured, and Harry snorted back a laugh. Phyrrus' first up-close-and-personal encounter with the egg had ended with a similar announcement.
"And you two are sure you're not really twins?" Harry asked, setting the egg down and poking it. Cyrrus and Phyrrus both nodded at once and Harry rolled his eyes.
"All right," He told them, holding the egg gingerly. "This is it!" And he pulled it open.
Terrible screeching assaulted their ears, and everyone groaned, slapping their hands over their ears as the noise assaulted their senses. "Close it! Close it!" Ginny yelped, jumping as far from the egg as she could. Harry snapped it shut, then stared at it in horror.
"What the bloody, fucking hell was that?" Harry managed.
Phyrrus and Cyrrus turned to stare at Harry. "I don't ever think I've heard that particular combination of curses," Phyrrus told Cyrrus, nodding in approval.
"Me either, but I like it," Cyrrus agreed.
"Matter at hand!" Harry shouted, and Ginny grabbed Cyrrus' ear and growled, "Pay attention!"
"Right!" Both agreed, appearing suitably chastised.
"What on earth was that?" Draco finally asked, peeking at the egg, though far more cautiously that time.
"Sounded a bit like Percy singing in the shower," Ron commented, and Ginny nodded.
"You don't suppose you'll have to attack him, do you?" Ginny wondered.
"He'd better hope not," Phyrrus broke in. "Anders wouldn't be too thrilled about it."
"Besides, Crouch wouldn't put his best worker in danger, right?" Ginny ventured, and Phyrrus made a face.
"I don't like that man," He told her, brows furrowed in thought. "There's something very not right about him."
"You could be a little more descriptive," Hermione sneered a bit, and the others all laughed. Phyrrus was a bit thick when the notion took him. Harry turned back to the egg and sighed, tucking it away.
"I suppose it will keep until later," Harry admitted. "Maybe I'll let your sisters have a go, Phyrrus."
"They'd like that. See if you can't keep it and let them pick apart the enchantments after all this," Phyrrus requested. "They'd be over the moon for that."
"No kidding," Harry muttered, rolling his eyes and sighing. "Well, let's get lunch. I'm already tired of thinking about it, and I've not even figured it out, yet."
The others nodded in agreement, and headed out, eager for some lunch. River and Rayne met them in the Great Hall, and poked at the egg, but didn't open it upon Harry's orders. Nodding to each other, they cast a few spells on it, leaving the others mystified and curious. "What're they doing to it?" Neville wondered as they poked at it a little more, completely ignoring their lunches.
"Don't ask," Phyrrus advised, sipping at his pumpkin juice. "You don't want to know."
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Three weeks passed in a haze of classes to Harry as he attempted to unravel the mystery of the egg. He had a feeling the little twins knew and were tormenting him, so he gladly leapt at the chance to go into Hogsmeade to buy some Christmas presents. Phyrrus, Cyrrus, River, and Rayne were at Thanksgiving in the States, allowing Harry some time alone to buy presents without Phyrrus, or his sisters, or his cousin looking over his shoulder. He would probably attend the Thanksgiving the next year, as he had declined that year's invitation. After meeting most of the family over summer, Harry didn't think he was quite ready for such a large dose of Lugovaloses and Carlises.
"If it isn't Harry Potter," A sickeningly sweet voice crooned, and Harry turned to see Rita Skeeter. He sneered at her, and turned back to the door. Hermione was supposed to meet him in a few minutes while Ron finished his Christmas shopping.
The door blew open and Hermione staggered in, holding a few bags. "Harry!" She cried, and bent down to kiss his cheek since a hug was out of the question with her full arms. Besides, she was Harry's best friend. He didn't mind.
"Oh, a meeting of the lovers," Skeeter crooned, and Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"You couldn't be more off base if you tried," Hermione snorted, sitting down. "And you'd offend someone--well, a lot of someones, really–if you printed anything like that."
"Are you threatening me, little girl?" Skeeter asked, and Hermione snorted. "I know things that could make your hair curl. . . not that it needs it."
"And I know things that'll make you a laughingstock," Hermione grinned. "But you hardly need my help."
Skeeter stiffened and swept out, curtly, shouting to Hermione over her shoulder, "Watch your back, little girl!" And leaving Hermione and Harry to roll their eyes. That woman truly was an idiot.
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Skeeter wasn't kidding when she said she would get back at Hermione. The Lugovaloses arrived back from America Saturday, and Monday was the day that Skeeter ran her story about Harry and Hermione. Teen lovers.
"What the hell?" Harry and Phyrrus noticed the Great Hall fall silent as the mail arrived and Hermione went white in the face when she looked at the paper. Whispers broke out even as Harry grabbed Hermione's copy and got a good look at the first page. He and Phyrrus read it over and then exchanged amused looks.
"Um. . . is it true?" A hesitant first year finally asked, looking from the newspaper to Harry and Phyrrus. Phyrrus closed his eyes, counted to ten, very slowly, then shook his head, trying desperately not to laugh.
"No, it's not," Harry finally managed, after a long drink of pumpkin juice. "Don't worry."
"So it's not true?" Draco plopped down, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, come on, Draco," Harry rolled his eyes. "It's. . . Hermione. She's a. . . a girl! And she's. . .well, Hermione!"
Phyrrus kissed Harry deeply, to disprove the paper, then burst into peals of laughter. "I can't believe Skeeter thought. . . hahaha! Is she really that stupid? I mean--Hahahaha!--how retarded? Hahaha!"
"Phyrrus," Harry scolded lightly, still laughing himself.
The mess in the paper was only the beginning, however. For the next three days, no one could look Harry, Phyrrus, or Hermione in the face without breaking into loud, raucous laughter. And Harry was getting annoyed. It couldn't possible have been that funny, right? Wrong. It could be that funny, and to nearly everyone in Hogwarts that knew anything at all about Harry and Phyrrus--which consisted of the entire school--it was hilarious.
Four days after the article was printed, Skeeter came to the school to interview the Headmaster, the Judges, and the Champions for the tournament. "It's that idiot!" One little second year Slytherin cracked, nearly falling over as he laughed. "You're retarded!"
"Stop that," Cyrrus scolded, not looking at Skeeter for fear he would fall over laughing. "You shouldn't talk about people like that."
"But she is!" The boy protested as Skeeter hurried away, confused. She had ruined dozens of people's reputations. But she had never gotten that reaction before. Still, any student that saw her was practically rolling on the ground in laughter and pointing her out to their friends. Thoroughly bewildered, she made it to the Headmaster's office without another glitch.
Reaching the top, she noted all the Judges staring at her coolly, Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling madly, which was never promising, and the Champions were sitting in the office, refusing to look at her. "What is going on in this school?" Skeeter demanded, crossing her arms. "Why are all the students laughing at me, Headmaster?"
"I suppose we should address that first," Dumbledore agreed. "Harry, if you would like to explain?"
"It was that article about me with Hermione," Harry admitted, shrugging as Cedric, Krum, and Fleur bit back snorts of laughter. "I'm afraid it wasn't well received."
"And why ever not? It appeared true," Skeeter pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
"Because you've tried to convince the world Harry was with Hermione," Fleur broke in, still choking back laughter. "When he is most clearly not!"
The champions gave up at that point, and just started to laugh at the confused look on Skeeter's face. Never in the history of her career had an article backfired so terribly when she wanted to discredit someone. "I demand to know what is so funny!"
"Well, Harry and Hermione. . . how did you get that pairing?" Cedric finally choked.
"I was told they were always together," Skeeter told them, triumphantly. Let them refute that!
"They are often together," Krum agreed. "But Harry has many friends. Ron, for example."
"He has more merit than Hermione," Fleur pointed out, still trying not to laugh.
"Stop," Harry ordered. "The last thing I need is a harem. Look, I'm not going out with Hermione. . . or Ron. . . First, Ron's straight. Second, Hermione's a girl. Third, I'm gay."
"Oh, so you would go out with Ron!" Skeeter could already picture her next article.
"Wow, she's dumber than we thought," Krum murmured to Cedric, who nodded and rolled his eyes.
"No, Ron is straight," Harry patiently told her a second time. "And I, true to rumor, am taken. Just not by Hermione."
"This is true," Phyrrus' voice made Skeeter jump in surprise as he appeared in a corner. "He would be my boyfriend."
Skeeter smirked again. She could turn this to her advantage, blackmail Harry to keep this quiet, try to get the boy-who-lived in her pocket. Scenarios flashed through her mind as she plotted, waiting for Harry to demand she tell no one of his relationship. When the pathetic demands didn't start, she looked at them, impatiently. "What are you going to give me to keep this quiet, then?" She finally asked.
"Nothing," Harry shrugged. "I don't care what you do with the information. The people that matter already know the truth, as does the rest of Hogwarts, and I don't care what you do to this story."
"Hm, boy-who-lived cheats on girlfriend--with boy, might make for a good headline," Skeeter still thought she was going to make some money out of this.
Harry smiled and tipped his head. "You could do that," He agreed, trying not to laugh. "But you probably don't want to."
"And why is that?" Skeeter tapped her foot.
"Ah, yessss, Rita Ssssskeeter," Hot breath washed over her ear and she stiffened at the low, serpentine hiss. She recognized that voice, had interviewed the monster it belonged to, once. Reiketsukan Byakko. The famous interrogator from America. Few knew his real identity, and he had disappeared for quite some time. But porcelain of the mask brushed her ear, biting cold compared to the hot breath she had felt just moments before.
"Wh-what do you want?" Skeeter squeaked.
"Jusssst a warning," Reiketsukan Byakko crooned against her ear, pressing his body to hers in a parody of seduction. Large hands gripped her arms, even as the interrogator slowly moved around her, never removing his body from hers, pressing against her in a way that was terrifying rather than arousing, an invasion of her personal space while her only expectation was terror and pain. "Don't harm what I have marked asssss mine."
"N-n-never!" Skeeter shouted and the fox-man tilted his head, rubbing his porcelain snout against her cheek, the cold, smooth material sliding over her skin easily, the jagged teeth scrapping her pale skin. "I won't do anything!"
"Thisssss isssss your only warning," Reiketsukan Byakko hissed in her ear, pressing his snout into the appendage and spinning around to her back in the same movement. Skeeter began to shake, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed to the floor. The fox allowed it, then bowed to the headmaster before disappearing.
"Interesting," Dumbledore commented, smiling genially. "I think he might actually like you."
Phyrrus and Harry laughed with Dumbledore, since they knew exactly who the interrogator was. Harry made a note to thank Leon later. That had been great! But not until much later. He knew Severus was out of his classes for the day, and interrupting them was not a high point of Harry's life.
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After Rita Skeeter's idiocy and subsequent downfall (and a vow to reap vengeance on Harry and his "irritating little friends"), Harry found himself back in class, idly staring from wall to ceiling as he waited for Professor McGonagall to make her announcement. He needed to get his potions homework done, and he really had to look into the charm that he was attempting to learn (with Hermione's help) and a few other bits and pieces of homework.
No one had any idea how glad he was to be able to miss exams. With the egg weighing heavily on his mind, he didn't have time to think of them, and studying over break was going to be terrible. "Listen up, children!" McGonagall called them to order, making Harry turn to face the front of the room after reviving both Phyrrus and Ron with a few well places kicks.
"Wazzat?" Phyrrus muttered, rubbing his eyes.
"Pay attention, arudo!" Harry hissed, sounding frighteningly like Hermione for a brief moment.
"Sorry," Phyrrus grumbled, looking toward the professor. McGongall was glaring was him with a look that promised death and Phyrrus pouted, sinking into his chair as low as he could. For the six foot one inch teenager, it wasn't much.
"Now, as I was about to tell you," McGonagall paused to glare at Phyrrus again, briefly, "there will be a dance over yule this year because of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It is for fourth years and above, though anyone in the younger years is welcome if their date is older. Harry, you must have a date since you will have to lead the opening dance with the other champions."
"What?" Harry yelped, sitting straight up in his chair. "I don't know how to dance!"
"Thank makes two of us," Phyrrus muttered, and Harry paled further.
"Then you will have to learn. I'm certain that at least one of your friends would know," McGonagall informed him before dismissing the class. Harry groaned. What was he going to do?
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"Draco!" Harry was getting desperate. "You have to help me!" He had two weeks to learn to dance, and he still had no idea how. Ron had two left feet, Neville seemed to have four, and Hermione was clueless for the first time in her life. She simply wasn't sure how muggle dancing compared to wizarding dances.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Breath, Harry. What's wrong with you?"
"I can't dance!" Harry whimpered, burying his face in his hands.
"So?"
"I'm a champion!" Harry wondered if Draco was being this thick on purpose or because he honestly had no idea why Harry was so panicked.
"Oh, right. You have to lead the dancers. So ask Flame."
"Like he can dance," Harry snorted. "He might be adept at a form of martial arts, but don't ask him to dance! One, he doesn't know how, and two, anyone getting within a few feet of him seem to get their toes stepped on. Draco, help me, please! You must know how to dance! Teach me!"
"Fine, already. Geeze, stop spazzing." Draco waved a hand, and Harry knew he was hanging out with Cyrrus far too much for what was healthy. "At least you have a date."
"You can find one." Harry wrinkled his nose.
"Ah, but I have one in mind. So, I teach you to dance, and you get me a date. . . with Neville." Draco smirked.
"Well, I can't promise, but I can try." Harry blinked in surprise. He could have sworn Draco was straight. . . "Who is Cyrrus going with?"
"He's planning to ask Ginny." Draco snorted. "The two of them seem to get along quite well. And Hermione, it seems, already has a date. Did you know that?"
"Hermione?" Harry's eyes bugged out. "Who? Who?"
"She didn't tell you? Oops. . . guess I shouldn't either." Draco smirked and Harry really wanted to tackle him and make Draco tell him who Hermione was going to the dance with. But he still needed dancing lessons.
"Fine, whatever, but Draco, please teach me to dance!"
"All right already. Meet me in the Room of Requirement tomorrow at three. Bring Phyrrus, Neville, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. I'll drag Cyrrus. If the twins come, they'd better stay out of the way. Oh, and I'm not responsible for finding Ron a date."
"Okay, okay!" Harry agreed swiftly. "Tomorrow at three. Got it!"
Draco rolled his eyes as he walked off. "Weirdo."
Harry pouted. He'd heard that!
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The next day, Harry had everyone with him in the Room of Requirement, waiting for Draco and Cyrrus to show up. They were all jumping nervously, Harry and Phyrrus most of all, because they didn't want to screw up the first dance of the Yule Ball. Five minutes after three, Draco appeared in the doorway, Cyrrus at his heels.
"Professor Snape caught me," Draco explained, moving to the record player. "He had a few questions."
"Great. Now, let's get started," Harry begged anxiously. Draco laughed a bit, a smile quirking his lips. "All right, all right. Pair up. We'll start that way."
Harry and Phyrrus moved closer together, Cyrrus twirled Ginny, who laughed, and smirked at Draco. "I've got my partner."
"Nice." Draco offered dryly. Hermione sighed, pairing up with Ron, and Neville grinned at Draco.
"Looks like its you and me," Draco nearly melted at Neville's smile. It was soft and shy, but it made Draco's heart race.
"R-right," Draco stuttered, making Harry, Phyrrus, and Cyrrus snicker. He waved his hands to try and regain order and forced them all onto the dance floor. Sternly ordering them to watch, he began to spin Neville--who was playing the woman's part--around the dance floor. Ginny and Hermione followed easily, and Cyrrus picked it up quickly enough, but Ron had two left feet when it came to dancing and couldn't seem to stop stepping on Hermione's toes.
Draco subtly changed for Harry's benefit. The moves and the pose was just a little bit different for Harry and Phyrrus, so a "submissive" role wasn't necessarily needed. Two male partners were both supposed to know how to dance and while one was "leading" the follower wasn't quite as bound to the steps as a woman might have been. It annoyed both Hermione and Ginny, but even though times were changing, dance steps seemed to constantly remain the same.
The first dance was simple, just to allow them to get the hang of dancing. Neville was actually quite graceful when he didn't have to lead the dance, and Ginny looked to be enjoying herself as Cyrrus spun her around the dance floor. Harry and Phyrrus managed the first dance, but butchered the second. Draco nearly groaned. There was a lot of work left on those two.
But that would simply wait until tomorrow. For now. . . "Neville, when this is over, could you. . . stay for a moment?" Draco didn't know why he had butterflies in his stomach as Neville smiled at him. "I'd like to talk to you."
"Sure," Neville grinned, tilting his head slightly. Draco wanted to just swoop in and kiss him then and there. "Any reason why?"
"Oh, um. . . well, I'll just tell you then," Draco stuttered. It had been a long time since Draco had stuttered.
After the lesson, the others took off, leaving Neville and Draco alone in the Room of Requirement. Draco swallowed nervously. "I. . . I just wanted to know if you'd go to the dance with me," Draco hastily spat out, blushing bright red. Neville thought he looked adorable.
"Of course I will!" Neville practically jumped into Draco's arms. Did the boy have any idea how long he had been waiting for him to ask? Draco grinned, pressing his lips to Neville's quickly, in a short, chaste kiss and ducking away.
"I'll--uh--see you tomorrow," Draco hastily made his exit, still blushing.
Neville thought it was cute.
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Sitting through Transfigurations the next day was absolute torture. Harry was so bored that he could have sworn time had stopped. His mind wasn't on Transfigurations. It was on the next week, after exams, and the holidays. He longed desperately for the Yule Ball, and to be able to dance with Phyrrus to his heart's content.
"Mr. Potter," McGonagall's sharp voice made him sit up straight. "I need you to stay for a moment after class."
Turning to look at Phyrrus, confused, he frowned when the taller shrugged. He got the same reaction from his other friends in the class, so he knew he couldn't possibly be in trouble. Shrugging, he nodded to the professor, and continued to jiggle his foot until the period ended five minutes later. Throwing his things in his bag, he impatiently waited for everyone to leave, with the exception of Ron, Hermione, and Phyrrus, then turned to the professor.
"Well?" Harry was bouncing around, and McGonagall had to stiffen a smile.
"The headmaster and I were talking, Harry," McGonagall told him, dropping a heavy hand on his shoulder so he would stop bouncing. The boy was making her dizzy. "And we don't think you should go to the ball with Mr. Lugovalos."
"What?" Harry felt his jaw drop. "But. . . but. . . he's my boyfriend!"
"Yes, but in the traditional dancing, you should be dancing with a girl, Mr. Potter. These new ways of thinking have only been around a hundred years or so and even now most formal dances are preformed by men and women." McGonagall frowned at him. "It would be highly frowned on if you and Mr. Lugovalos opened the Yule Ball."
"I don't care!" Harry snapped. "You can't tell me who I can and can't dance with! Phyrrus and I have been planning on this since we heard about it! That's not fair!"
"Life is not fair, Mr. Potter. We can't penalize you if you go with him, of course," McGonagall winked at him, and Harry felt a smile twitch the corner of his lips. "We just had to let you know."
"Well, who's bright idea was that?" Phyrrus demanded.
"Bartimus Crouch is not fond of your family, of course," McGonagall knew about Percy and Anders, then. "And of course, a few of the governors have been screaming about it, and we cannot forget a few of the press."
"Skeeter, naturally," Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever, then. Well, that just sucks for them."
The others shrugged and waved at McGonagall cheerfully, as the woman smiled. "Silly idiots, thinking they can control him," She murmured fondly. "He'll show them all up yet."
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Harry wandered through the halls, glad that the holidays had finally arrived. It was early afternoon, and Harry had left Phyrrus in the library to deal with his sisters, and the rest of his friends were in the Room of Requirement planning. . . something. Harry hadn't asked, and felt it best if he didn't know. All he did know was that it involved revenge on the idiots that tried to get him and Phyrrus to go to the dance separately, and mass amounts of slime, dungbombs, and some help from Sirius and Remus.
It couldn't turn out well.
"Harry!" Anders and Percy appeared, waving. "How are you?"
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, mouth on the floor.
"Mr. Crouch wasn't feeling well," Percy shrugged. "And I'm the only person that doesn't goof off terribly at the office, so he sent me in his place. It doesn't matter if he likes me or not, I'm the hardest worker there."
Harry laughed. "And what's Ander's excuse?"
"I snuck along. The Uni is on break and I was bored. So here I am!" Anders grinned. "Where're my cousins?"
"Library," Harry shrugged.
"Good." Percy and Anders had a rather evil gleam in their eyes, and Harry shuddered.
"Don't kill anyone," Harry requested, taking several steps back.
"We won't. We just want to play a. . . trick. . . on Phyrrus." Percy's eyes shown pure mischief. "You want to help?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"You do, but I bet you'll like this," Anders smirked and rubbed his hands together. "It involves you, Phyrrus, and the Yule Ball."
"Why is that not promising?" Harry moaned, burying his face in his hands.
Anders shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me."
"Will Phyrrus like it?"
"Oh yes," Anders assured him. "He certainly will. Very, very much. Are you in, or not?"
Harry paused to think for a moment, then nodded. "All right you two. Let's hear it."
Percy and Anders each took an arm, leading Harry down the hall. "It goes like this. . . "
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