School is the torture technique of all parents that they used on their children to induce death by boredom and desperation for the end of the day.
Disclaimer- I do not in any circumstances own Petshop of Horrors or Harry Potter 'cause if I did their world would be in utter chaos that is not done by anyone from the magical world, only by my friends and me. I also do not own any other name/object/toy that might be recognised in this fanfic.
"………" talking
'………' thoughts
"………" Parseltongue
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-……- other languages that is not English
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Chapter Fifteen
The pale light of the moon shone through the windows of the Hall as a shadowed figure parted itself from the dark corners of hall with black liquid dripping down from the tips of their coat. A feral grin revealed sharper than normal canines as the person started on his little surprise for the Headmaster.
"I do hope you enjoy this Headmaster," purred the person silkily. "For this is just the beginning of the end." Soft laughter filled the Great Hall, tinged with gleeful vengeance as it flitted through the expanses of the room like the shadows that concealed the person from prying eyes.
As quietly as they had arrived, they left without a single sound; leaving nothing but the few drops of blood and a large oval object in front of the Headmaster's seat.
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The first thing that could be heard in the Great Hall the minute the doors opened was the piercing screams of the younger years as well as the older female students. The floor was dotted with dried blood and a large egg-shaped object sat innocently in front of the Headmaster's chair.
It was decorated like an over-sized chocolate Easter egg with pictures of white rabbits and flowers on a baby blue background. The picture it made was innocent enough; if it weren't for the blood splattered on the floor in front of it as well as the headless corpse sitting inside the egg with the head of said corpse placed on top of the egg; looking down at the school population with dead, glassy eyes from behind the white skull mask.
The loud, horrified sobs of the student population echoed through the Great Hall as the teachers decided unanimously to cancel all classes for the next few days as Professor Flitwick scurried off to alert the Aurors. Some students, however, couldn't help but shiver as the words that were written in white on the body of the Death Eater.
You are on borrowed time Headmaster. Best watch your step and stop your plans; you don't want to make someone mad, ne? Or something mad. Ja mata(1)!
Yami
Even if it was just words, the pure vindictive pleasure of the message sent shivers down the spines of many. The writer of the message made it very clearly that it would be them that the Headmaster would be making made. But the added comment gave off an ominous feeling to the school population.
The Slytherins took careful note of the Death Eater and were a bit glad to note that it was only a minor 'minion' Death eater; no one from the Inner Circle.
In the shadows, two pairs of gem-like eyes watched the spectacle with sadistic amusement in their eyes as feral grins appeared under the eyes with a single fang-like canine poking slightly into the lower lip.
"Fun ain't it aibou(2)?" whispered the person with amethyst eyes.
"Hai(3), aibou." murmured the other with emerald eyes in reply.
Both snickered before they left without a sound.
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Weeks passed and soon, the Christmas holidays were upon them all. Snow was falling from the sky turning the school grounds into a winter wonderland with the lake frozen at the edges and the school covered with freshly fallen snow; a wonderful place for all the sweet little children to frolic around while freezing their butts off in the cold wind and get apple cheeks and catch the cold and/or flu.
………makes you wonder why they play in the freezing stuff……nut cases. Harry, however, was asleep in Gryffindor Tower; all wrapped up in his thick woolen blanket looking like a sweet little angel. Sadly, that picture was broken when a certain dumb person attempted to disturb said sleeping person and got kicked in the gut as a reflex action from Harry instead; leaving him gasping and cursing on the floor in pain from the attack.
Harry merely continued sleeping after shifting slightly in his bed with the blankets pulled up to cover the bottom half of his face. One could easily imagine a cartoon speech bubble with the multiple 'Z's' as Harry slept while Limbo, Li Tao, Kai and Nema watched the proceeding with great interest.
The next thing that Weasley did, yes the dumb redhead with the emotional range of a pea not a teaspoon-it does not do him justice, with the now bruised stomach tried to do, while glaring menacingly at Harry, was drop a thick book on him. Sadly for him, the book stopped just six centimeters from Harry's left temple before rising back up and aiming itself for his head like a bullet. Unfortunately for his audience, he was able to dodge the aerial projectile by just a millimeter.
"Damn," hissed Nema in disappointment as Kai made a 'Tch' sound. "He just missed getting a concussion."
Li Tao started to curse in Chinese when the book missed and soon went onto threatening the gods if they did not injure Ronald Julius Weasley in some shape or form. "-then I'll slowly lower your immortal asses into a giant vat of hydrochloric acid while I chuck fire ants into your bloody faces for thirty full minutes. Then, I'll take you all out, heal you, then chuck you into the deepest pit ever dug full of man-eating animals," muttered Li Tao murderously.
As it seems, the gods were listening to her as they watched Weasley summon a metal bucket full of ice cold water directly on top of Harry. With a flick of his wand, he made the water drop first then the bucket. First, the water stopped just millimeters above Harry's hair before rebounding to hit Weasley completely in the face with the force of a boxer using a right hook on his opponent, while the bucket whacked him on the back of his head before slamming itself onto his head.
Harry was then woken by the cursing and ravings of the temporarily blind Ronald Weasley who was stumbling about the dormitory, wet and with a very cold metal bucket on his head while three of his four snakes laughed uproariously as the redhead tripped over a trunk and his own two feet.
"……Do I even want to know what happened?" asked Harry mildly while his eyes shone with amusement as he watched Ron stood up, waved his arms in front of him to navigate only to hit his head against the bed post knock himself out cold.
"Oooh, that's gotta hurt," hissed Nema in delight as Ron hit the floor with a resounding thud!
"I wonder if he's made of rocks," Murmured Harry in mischievous curiosity as Kai snorted before muttering- "I wonder if he can breathe in that deathtrap."
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Harry was amused to hear during lunch that Weasley was admitted to the Hospital Wing with the metal bucket still stuck to his head after being found by a third year where he had left the idiot on the boys' dormitory floor; stepping on him on his way past. After he had finished his lunch, Harry pulled out Bram Stoker's Dracula from his pocket and un-shrunk it to continue from where he was.
He was a bit past halfway when he saw Weasley storming into the Great Hall with what seemed like red lines cross his face, strangely resembling train tracks thought Harry absently as Weasley stormed straight up to him and held him by the front of his royal blue sweater.
Everyone that was in the Great Hall froze to watch the spectacle as Harry merely blinked and raised an eyebrow at Weasley's angry face before making a remark that baffled the few remaining students there. "You look like a bull in a red china shop y'know," commented Harry with a tilt of his head as some Muggle-raised wizards and witches choked slightly in the background. "Are you a descendant of the Minotaur from the Maze of King Minos?"
"What the Hell are you talking about you arse?" hissed Weasley in anger as he turned an unattractive shade of red.
Harry blinked once more as he raised both eyebrows. "Maybe I'm speaking at a higher level of mental and academic comprehension than you are," muttered Harry absently as he edged away from Weasley to preserve what little personal space he had left. "And will you please move? I do not wish to be in the same vicinity as you are when your spittle starts to fly from the overly large orifice, that you shove an insubstantial amount of organic and inorganic material in, when your pituitary gland decides to sends messages to your hormones to order your temper to self-combust in the next minute or so."
There was a dumbfounded silence that covered the Great Hall as Harry pried his sweater from Weasley's grip and moved about five meters away from the gangly red head as Harry's words started to make more sense in his mind. Sadly for him, Harry had moved away and was leaving the Great Hall with a cheerful look on his face.
"See you around Weasley!" chirped Harry cheerfully as he waved good bye and left through the large doors of the Hall to God knows where.
"POTTER!" bellowed Weasley in anger as he spun around, revealing a quietly fluttering white sheet of paper taped to his back which said, in big bright red letters, 'Kick/Hit Me. I will sing for you randomly.'
A ripple ran through the remaining students as a pair of Muggle-raised first years grinned evilly and slowly picked up a leftover spoon from breakfast.
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To be continued...
A/N: Yes, I know that it's short and i know that it's been ages since I've updated but you all try balancing work, school and house chores with End-Of-Year Exams coming up! Then there's Crossroads! Gods, I don't want to do Crossroads!!!!!! you all know what it is?!?!?! It's bloody Sex Ed!!!!!!! I DON'T WANNA DO SEX ED!!!!!!!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT TO LAST ME A LIFE TIME!!!!!!!! KAMI-SAMA SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!
Translations-
Ja mata- see you
aibou- partner
hai- yes