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.
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Chapter Sixteen
The rest of the Christmas holidays passed peacefully for Harry which was a great contrast to the rather disrupting and chaotic one that Ronald Billius Weasley had since he had been hounded, jumped and whacked with more objects and people than he ever had in his short life. It also didn't help that his voice was sore from his continuous singing and most of the songs were ones that he had never heard of in his entire life.
This amused Harry and many others for many days afterwards, and it continued to amuse others when the rest of the school came back. Weasley had claimed that it was all Harry's fault, but there was no proof to back it up. Neither did anyone see Harry place the white sheet on his back so all of Weasley's claims merely backfired on the hot-headed fool with rather spectacular results.
One such result was the continuous presence of one Peeves for the first week back along with the……interesting, and often crude, commentary that Peeves would conduct during any and all classes, breaks and games. It was an amusing and enjoyable sight to behold to the rest of the school population but an irritating and disrupting one to both Granger and Weasley.
But soon, all the fun and games fell towards an unidentified tension that seemed to grip the entire school. Many did not notice it and only felt a slight unease, confident in the fact that the school, the professors and the 'Boy-Who-Lived' would ward off the thought of any attack on the millennium old school.
Many British witches and wizards had been taught in these old halls; it would make sense that no one with any respect for the Founders would attack the school.
Right?
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Fabric rustled almost silently as a lone figure walked through the undergrowth of the Forbidden Forest with a nonchalant ease that would have had most wizards and witches staring at the figure in either shock or fear. It was obvious how comfortable the figure was in the dangerous forest that was near the school of Hogwarts.
No sane person could ever be 'comfortable' in the forest but then again, the figure wasn't exactly an ordinary 'person'. Even the Acromantulas took note of the figures continuous presence in the forest and merely, barely, acknowledge them whenever they did come into the forest. It was the same with any of the other denizens of the forest as well.
Dark merely smiled as he noticed the barest flash of bare skin merging with what looked like horse flesh and gave a slight nod in greeting a he continued to walk. The passing centaur returned the greeting before continuing on with his own hunt.
Further ahead of him, Kai was drifting about in his true form while Nema and Li Tao were jumping from branch to branch in their more human form; mimicking the actions from certain manga books they had somehow gained possession of while Limbo was calmly walking with Dark with his usual calm, smiling expression.
"So everything is in place?" asked Dark as Limbo nodded.
"The chimeras were more than happy to come along for the free meal as were some of the other predators, mainly Tetsu," replied Limbo with amusement in his eyes. "I do believe his exact words were- 'Of course I'm ready! I've been itching to rip all of their hearts out and listen to their screams of horror while I laugh in their faces for a couple of year now!'- which was rather nondescript of him since all the children were asleep. But then again...D-sama was in the room with us."
"Ah," said Dark in understanding as they continued walking. "Totetsu always did hold his coarser language when he was around D-sama. I guess all we need to do know is wait for the bald, idiotic arse to make the first move then."
"Hmm," hummed Limbo noncommittally as he nodded in agreement. A comfortable silence soon filled the air between them as they both watched, with a large amount of amusement, as Nema tackled Li Tao only to connect with a block of rotting wood while Li Tao laughed uproariously from her position in a nearby tree.
"Do you think there would be a chance of Nema getting concussion, Limbo?"
"Possibly, Yami but Nema always was rather headstrong."
Both could not help but laugh at that admission before continuing on their trek through the woods in a small moment of peace.
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Another day, another senseless monotony of daily rituals that all together bore Harry out of his mind. Education is important of course, but after knowing all, and more, of what the school curriculum demanded from the average student, school became a rather dreary concept.
Thus, if excitement can not be founded within these old halls, why not create some?
This was why, during lunch, many students were questioning the absence of Weasley and Granger for the whole morning. The boys had seen Weasley in his bed earlier and had attempted to wake him up but he merely waved them off. The girls had seen that Granger's bed was unoccupied and had been neatly tidied up, so they had assumed that she had already left for breakfast.
This conversation would have continued upon its vein of speculation had it not been for the arrival of a rather flustered headmaster. Silence was momentary before chatter filled the Hall again as the students and professors watched the Headmaster looked over his shoulder in an uncharacteristic show of paranoia that would suit the personality of one Mad-Eye Moody than the ever cheerful Dumbledore.
As many were wondering about this rather abrupt change of attitude, the reason for it was soon apparent when a very audible and rather pleasant sounding bell-like sound rang through the air. All heads turned in search of the sound when two rather bright colours caught the eye of the school populous. There, in front of the headmaster, was a purple……thing with a bright green underbelly; dancing and singing to a tune that began to play in the air.
The purebloods stared at the strange creature while the Muggle-borns stared at the purple and green abomination with something akin to horror in their eyes.
"Oh dear God," muttered one random student as the purple abomination opened its mouth to reveal a single unified row of what was suppose to resemble teeth on both the upper and lower jaw in an action that was very familiar to those who had experience with children's shows. "Barney's about to sing."
Both teacher's and students were curious but their curiosity soon turned to horror and shock when Barney began to sing a song that has tormented so many older siblings to the point of insanity; homicidal insanity at times but insanity nonetheless.
"I love you," began Barney in his strange voice, very obnoxious in the minds of some, as Professor Dumbledore cringed and attempted, in what seemed like a half-hearted, half-hopeful attempt, to summon or Transfigure himself a pair of earmuffs. As usual, his attempt only got him a message in royal blue.
Enjoy Old Man.
"You love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?"
This will be a day to go down in Hogwarts: A History as the headmaster, a person who was respected by many, resorted to violence to solve a matter. Not that many would blame him. After all, who wouldn't use a spell to blow the head off of Barney's shoulders? If not to save the entire world from the purple...dinosaur...creature...thing...abomination, then to save one's own sanity from the detrimental affects of the creature that dared to call itself a dinosaur.
Sadly, this would not be the day that the purple dinosaur that was called Barney would die and disappear from the surface of the earth. Instead, he split himself. Only, the other half of him turned into a large green creature with yellow spots and a white hat and gloves with a rose of the ribbon of the hat.
Ah, the effects of universal balance. Yin and Yang. Light and darkness. Good and Evil...well, not so much evil as extremely misunderstood people who are perceived as evil with rather cliché speeches and tacky, stereotypical clothing. Anyways, back to the story.
Now, many were confused and slightly worried about the sight of this creature that looked almost like the purple abomination but had no idea of its name or what it does.
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your views of characters from children's television shows, it turned out that the green and yellow spotted creature was exactly like the purple abomination. In other words, she introduced herself in a high pitched voice and proceeded to join in singing a duet with Barney.
The green and yellow spotted abomination, both were somewhat abominations after all; strange, scary, twisted abominations that were made for children. Children.
And thus, Dorothy the Dinosaur, from a show called the Wiggles a student recalled after remembering a vacation to Australia a few years back, soon joined Barney the Dinosaur in their incessant singing which more or less prompted the teachers to try and banish the mentally scarring beings when they disappeared with a small 'pop'.
Many thought that it was the end of the nightmare; that it wouldn't happen again. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
While the sight of the two abominations would be hard to fade away so early in the morning, many still had shivers from the duo as they all headed towards their classrooms. Of course, that was when all Hell broke loose...again.
Well, for the Headmaster at least. The -cough- poor man was being haunted by the two abominations.
And Hell will break out for the ones that were in the...suits. When the spell holding it together wears off.
At dinner.
In front of the whole school.
Complete and utter humiliation.
Poor souls.
For two missing students.
Sad how no one heard the hysterical laughter that rang through the hallways later on. But then again, it may have scared anyone who did.
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After Granger and Weasley were revealed, they were both given a weeks detention and almost a hundred points were taken off from the Gryffindor hourglass. Harry didn't care so much about the loss of house points as much as his fellow Gryffindors did, so he merely went through the rest of the month with an amused glint in his eyes as he waited patiently for the inevitable.
"Yami?" hissed out Limbo's familiar soft country-side American accent
Casually looking around, Harry silently slipped off towards where Limbo was and slid skillfully into the shadows. "Yes, Limbo?" replied Harry once he was properly concealed in the darkness.
"You have four days," came the short reply which had it been said by anyone else, would have sounded tense and somewhat harsh. Harry smiled slightly as he mulled over this piece of information. Only Limbo could ever make any bad news sound like a common thing such as the stars coming out at night.
"That is rather hasty of him," muttered Harry in amusement as he tugged at a lock of his currently short hair, a habit he had picked up after his hair had grown past his shoulders. "But then again, patience has been long gone for almost two decades now for the psycho. Possibly even longer."
"Always so dismissing of your opponents, ne Yami?" queried Limbo in amusement as Harry flashed him a grin while turning to leave.
"Only the ones with a terrible need for psychiatric help," answered Harry as he slipped back out of the shadows easily, knowing that no one was around, as Limbo's soft laughter followed him to his Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Don't you need psychiatric help as well, Yami?" queried Limbo once more in jest, knowing that his words would reach the sharp ears of the ookami youkai.
"I'm psychotic," retorted Harry merrily and quietly. "Not crazy."
Limbo's laughter was his reply as Harry passed the school doors to head out to Hagrid's hut.
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Ano sa...it's been more than two months since my last update, ne? Eh he he he he-;;;;;; Please don't kill me. I just started my last year of high school( for all you foreigners not from Australia, all former Year 12 start their HSC -High School Certificate- now so all Year 11 become Yr 12's in Term 4). As such, I now have to deal with more work than I use to have in Year 11. Joy. Then there's the plot bunnies. Believe me, they are not fun. They have been bugging me more than usual and I do believe I have almost twenty different crossover stories that I have yet to actually finish or post. Wonderful. Anyways, I hope this latest installment of 'Meet the Count didn't disappoint you all. Ja ne!