Sloth: I updated a day early! Sort of! The reason is because I just found out, after looking through my Story stats that Blurring Your Perspective is on FIVE communities! I finally fullfilled my dream of getting a story on a cummonity! I just got me all bubbly on the inside. And if it hadn't been for those loyal reviewers, I don't think I would have ever continued with this story. I might have ended up in a pile somewhere in my desktop. To you all, thank you. This has given me more confidence and I will definitely continue with Blurring Your Perspective. On that note, because this story has gotten its 50th, I will be planning a sequel. Although, when it comes out depends on my classes because college essays suck and steal most of my muses.
On that note, to any readers of Memories of a Nobody, a current place holder in reviews, I might be a little snagged on chapters and they may be a little short. Also, I am thinking of restarting my Harry Potter/Narnia fanfiction "Bitter Sweet Rivalry". It originally was my best story...until I started slacking off and it ended up unfinished. If anyone wishes to check it out, please do so and tell me if I should continue or not. Anyways, time to get back on track. I've digressed from the story long enough.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Bleach, which this story makes many references and many terms come from.
Answers to Every Problem
"No."
"But it might-"
"No."
"You could-"
"No."
"Harry if you'd just-"
"Ok…no."
The back and forth banter between father and son had been going on long enough and Lily finally stepped in. It was getting past midnight and they had come in to convince the kids to go to Hogwarts around nine. At first, the proposition didn't turn out so well. The former Malfoy had burst into childish fits of laughter that had him falling to the floor. Ronald Weasley, or Red as he kept insisting, started spewing a string of curses that almost gave Molly a heart attack. Granted, it was amazing how strong the plump woman was. They never knew she could hold down a teenage boy and wash his mouth out at the same time. Then the girl, Autumn, started questioning them. For a girl who grew up on the streets, she had some very intelligent things to say. Then there was her little Harry, who flatly had, in a manner that would make Sirius proud,
"No."
"Harry as your father-"
"Nooooo-"
"Ok, that's enough!" Lily barked, shutting off all sound in the room as if she had simply flicked a light switch. She could tell she was not the only one glad to see the nonsense end if Severus' sigh of relief was any indication. "Please, can we just sit and talk like civilized people now?" she begged.
"Only if this woman will get this bloody bar of soap out of my mouth!" Red barked.
"Language!" his mother fumed before continuing the punishment. "I will not have my son using such words."
Before Red could tell her off, Molly used a water charm on his mouth and started washing his mouth again. Ginny, who watched with amusement and embarrassment, took a step back. She did not want to be anywhere near this when things went completely south. Finally, Molly finished with her estranged son, who quickly scooted away from her and stood beside his three companions, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Don't like the taste of soap Red?" Bleach joked.
"Shut up Blondie."
Lily sighed and then noticed the bags under her other son's eyes. Nicholas had never been a night person. It was as if he had been cursed to fall asleep at the stroke of midnight. He was actually straining himself to stay awake at the moment. The concerned mother turned to her husband, who was matching glares with his other son.
"James, could you take Nicholas back to the castle?"
"What? But Lily-"
"James, go now. He's about to pass out."
"M not tired." Nicholas breathed from where he sat. Of course his body almost falling to the floor proved he was. James sighed in defeat and walked over to his son.
"Come on Nick, let's go. You shouldn't even be out of the castle in the first place." With mumbling protest, James walked out of the shop and took his son back to the castle. Raven scoffed.
"He's sixteen years old and still needs Dad to give him a piggy back ride? Pathetic."
"Harry!" Lily gasped. "You shouldn't say things like that."
He sent her a cold glare and Lily was suddenly aware of how different he seemed. He was more active and awake than before. In fact, despite the glare, his eyes seemed to shine brighter. She recalled that Harry had always been active at night, but he was never a morning person. She never realized how different her sons were. Harry had always been shy and reclusive while Nick was friendlier and outgoing. And now as teenagers, while Nick was hot tempered and fast to act, Harry was more of the patient type. The only thing they had in common was the glare, which they got from her.
"Doesn't matter, we're not going to Hogwarts. We're already considered graduates in two countries." He said coldly.
"We know that Harry but-"
"It's Raven." He interrupted. "It's Raven, Red, and Bleach. It's not Harry, Ron, or Malfoy got it?"
"Ok, Raven," the odd name tasted unpleasant in her mouth, "we just want you all somewhere safe."
"You mean somewhere you can monitor us." Autumn butted in. "If we were normal wizards you'd tell us to go to a different school. In times of war, people want the strongest on their side. And after seeing us taking out several Death Eaters, you all want us to join the Order. However, you're unsure of our actual allegiances so you want us at Hogwarts where you can properly mold us. However, the problem in that lies in the fact that we can't actually learn anything but stunners. We gave up the chance to learn Eastern magic the moment we learned Shikai. It will be a waste of time."
"What she said." The boys chorused.
"An interesting matter you bring up young miss," Dumbledore spoke up. He had been patiently waiting, letting others speak. The four were amazed he hadn't fallen asleep on his feet. They had actually forgotten about him because he was so quiet. He stepped forward, almost gliding with authority.
"It's Autumn," she told him. She was already irritated that half the room seemed to ignore her because she was a muggleborn.
"Yes, Autumn. A lovely name I might add. You're quite the intelligent young girl. However, as a law established by the ministry, it is required for all underage wizards to be in school until their seventeenth year. Am I under the impression you are all seventeen."
They frowned knowing that the old coot had got them there. Even if they could claim to be seventeen, there was no way Raven could because of the fact he had a sixteen year old twin.
"Then we'll just head back to the States," Red said calmly. "Maybe Japan even. New York's great around this time and we haven't been in Tokyo in a while."
"No you can't!" Molly shouted, taking a step towards her youngest son. Red took a step back, hand held up. He wasn't going to have his mouth washed again. "Please Ron, you've got to stay. I don't think I can bare it if you felt again."
"The name's Red." The boy barked back. "R-E-D. Not R-O-N. And I'm not staying anywhere near England if it means going to a crummy school with a bunch of snot nose, immature brats."
"Look who's talking," Ginny murmured to herself in the corner.
"I don't care what you call yourself," Molly said, her hand clutching her chest. "You're still my son. Please Ron you've got to give us a second chance. You've no idea what it's been like. I spend every waking moment wishing for you to come home. And now you're here in front of me. Please just stay. I don't even care if you go to Hogwarts or not. Be a bum! I just want my baby."
Tears started swelling in the eyes of the aging mother and Red felt his face burn. However, it was the usual burning sensation that came when he was angry or upset. This time, it was pure embarrassment shading his face. He had no idea what to do or say and turned to his friends for a little help. They didn't even throw him a life preserver. He was stranded in his mother's sea of tears. He took a cautious step towards and attempted to pat her on the back, only to be man handled into a hug.
"I believe it truly would be best if you four came to Hogwarts, if not just for Mrs. Weasley." Dumbledore spoke up, causing glares to burn through him. If looks could kill, Dumbledore would be a pile of ashes.
"Don't try guilt tripping us." Raven growled. "We've grown accustomed to living on our own and not caring for anyone else. We don't need someone telling us to do things they can do themselves," he added, directing the comment to his own mother, who flinched at the piercing green eyes.
"Harry…"
"I think we've had about enough of this." Bleach practically yelled. The blond yawned, stretched his arms over his head and then rolling his neck around a bit. He let his arms drop to the side and then slouched a bit as he addressed the oldest occupant. "Face facts Dumbles, we're not going to a school, we've got a lot of other options, and we can take care of ourselves. You should just stick to using Raven's less intelligent double and leave us alone."
"Ah, I see you've got the same blunt, and straight personality as your mother young Malfoy."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Bleach said, narrowing his eyes at being called Malfoy. In his head, his "Must-Not-Kill-Old-Man" mantra repeated in a loop.
"Then may I able to convince you four at a proposal?"
"What kind of proposal?" Autumn asked suspiciously. The twinkle in the old man's eyes just increased their cautiousness.
.
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Elsewhere, something was brewing. A loud crack shattered the silence that hovered over the graveyard. The air smelled of ash and burnt wood. The wind moaned like a sick animal as the air was suddenly filled with a sense of dread. The aged tombstones scattered across the dead grass seemed to erode from the sheer presence of the lone man who stood proudly over the dead. His bleached hair caught the light of the waning moon and obtained a silvery glow. His black robes faded in and out against the darkness of the evening, making it seem as if he were just a spirit, lingering between the realm of the dead and the living. And then several more cracks disturbed the silence.
A loud, hysteric cackling pierced the silence, sending waves of distain and fear through the air. Even the trees seemed to take a weary step back from this obviously insane woman. Her dark hair was like spider webs in the wind and her vulpine figurine was shown through her dark, shredded dress. Her pale skin was illuminated in the moon light and she appeared to be twirling a long, bony wand in her fingers.
"Will you shut up Bellatrix?" a deep, animalistic voice barked. Bellatrix Lestrange turned on her heel to glare at the bare-chested man who towered over her. His elongated canines were stained yellow and glowed in the moon light. The psychotic witch stalked over to the muscular werewolf and prodded him with her index finger, her sharp nail japing him viciously.
"Don't be a bloody git Greyback. If I'm going to be in a graveyard, I'm going to enjoy myself."
"Come now Bella," Lucius Malfoy calmly interjected, "our dear friend is only slipping into his routine. The full moon is just around the corner."
"Hmph. And you say women are bad," the witch mused before skipping away like a child. Fenrir growled, but backed off when he felt the sharp end of Malfoy's cane against his bare chest.
"Heel boy. We all came here to have a civilized conversation did we not?"
"That's easy for you to say! You weren't punished for losing that useless wand maker. I swear when I get my crawls on those rats-"
"And you will my dear friend," Malfoy said coolly, "after all that is why we are here is it not? Pests need to exterminated am I right?"
"Are you talking about Dragon and his wittle friends?" Bella spoke up from her seat on a tomb, "or that useless Rookwood?"
"Now Bella, Augustus has proven himself worthy to be a part of the inner circle just as much as we have."
"Then why isn't he here too?" Greyback shot back.
"Because he annoys the hell out of me," the aristocrat replied honestly. "Now enough of that. Shall we get back to the real reason why we've come? Obviously my son has found some…interesting friends."
"A half-blood, a muggleborn, and a werewolf. Such great company your brat is keeping," Greyback comment.
"Werewolf? Muggleborn? How can you tell?" Bellatrix asked. Greyback glared at her.
"I'm a werewolf you daft woman. I can smell it in their blood. That Weasley boy is just another pup and that girl is a muggleborn tramp."
A cane came up and poked the werewolf. "You didn't by chance recognize the smell of her blood did you?"
"Actually, I did. Why?"
A sly smile formed on the aristocrat's face. He stepped away and walked over to one of the tombstones. This one was unlike the others. The stone was clean cut, made of lustrous marble and had a golden plaque embedded on the front. The upturned soil was also fresh and smelled of roses rather than ash or rotten flesh. Malfoy stood before the tombstone and picked up a fallen twig from the dead oak looming over it. With a tap of his wand, he transfigured the twig into a single white rose, which he placed on the soil.
"Don't insult her like that Malfoy and get to the point." Bellatrix snapped at him, frowning at his seemingly harmless gesture.
"Just being courteous of the dead my dear Bella. Now, I believe I know the key to defeating these four. They might have powerful magic, but they lack the experience and the strategic mind to wield them. They might be more powerful, but they are nothing but mere children and a few strategic ploys can trump them. Now, the muggleborn and Weasley will be easy to take out. We'll first attack the boy's family and then use this," he pulled out a vial from his robe. Greyback glared at the other general, the smell of the potion setting fire to his sinuses.
"You weren't planning on using that against me were you?"
"Good heavens, why would I do that? Just send Augustus. I'm sure he won't be able to fumble this job up." He said, tossing the vial to the werewolf. He caught it, but hisses as the concoction seemed to have an ill effect on him through the vial. However, a coy smile appeared on his feral face.
"Hmm, I might be able to use some of the leftovers to get rid of the mutt, Lupin."
"Whatever you wish. Now Bella, do tell me, do you remember that attack in muggle London?"
"You mean the one I was imprisoned for? Of course I do. Wait, you're not suggesting…"
"Yes I am. You're going have to clean up the mess aren't you?"
Bellatrix's laughter echoed through the air, splitting the men's eardrums as well.
"This is perfect! That mugglewhore is going to regret playing with Bellatrix Lestrange. Eya ha ha ha!"
"What about you and me?" Greyback asked. He didn't want to just me a delivery boy. He wanted as much action as a second rate Death Eater as Augustus Rookwood.
"Oh don't worry. You'll take care of the extra Potter. Go after his mother. Not only will he come to her rescue a second time, but so will the reckless Boy-Who-Lived. Kill one and take the other to the Dark Lord. As for myself, I'll take care of my own. If he refuses, then he'll just have to join his friends won't he?"
"What would Narcissa say if she heard you say that?" Bellatrix asked with a sneer on her face. Though he hated the fact that her oldest nephew was a street rat, he still adored him. He was a lot more like her sister than the other child Narcissa had. Lucius just shrugged his shoulders at the witch's question.
"I'm sure she won't mind."
"There's still one thing that's bothering me," Greyback started, "How exactly do we fight pups with magical swords?"
"Ah, that's simple. You see, I have a colleague who, after hearing about our little problem, has decided to lend me one of his experiments. A monster created by merging a wizard's ghost with a dementor. It's quiet fascinating. We'll even use it to attack Hogwarts once those four are out of the way."
Bellatrix jumped up and down like an insane child on caffeine.
"This is going to be so much fun! Eya ha ha ha!"
"Indeed. We strike Hogsmeade tomorrow evening."
With another wailing cackle, Bellatrix disapparated. Greyback followed soon after and Malfoy stood, a sly smile on his face. He stared at the grave one last time before leaving Narcissa Malfoy alone once more.
Sloth: Oh, before I leave, I got a review telling me I should fix the hero because they were acting like four year olds....I didn't know who they were talking about. If it was refering to Harry and friends, I did that on purpose to show how really childish they can be in contrast to how seriously they will get. If it was Nicholas and his friends...yeah well they don't matter to the story right now. But thank you review for that anyways, it was helpful for me to watch my characters a little bit.
Until next time :)