The Chronicles of Fayt

Chapter Seventeen: "Given Up"

Jason Black's POV

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Great Hall

I piled my plate with pancakes as the youngest Weasley came in very loudly for this early. "Fred! George! What did you two do to Scabbers!?"

The two twins in question looked at Ron, then each other, and shrugged in unison. "We didn't do anything Ronnikins. Honestly, we don't prank people through fat ugly pets. We're much more creative than that."

Weasley (The annoying one) glared at them before stalking over to the Gryffindor table and sitting next to Seamus and Dean. "Who killed the red-heads rat?" I whispered. "He misses his only friend. Have you noticed that since I went off on him none of the guys in his year talk to him?"

Hermione nodded. "I almost feel bad for him. He's a right jerk most of the time we talk to him but now he has no friends at all. If he wasn't such an ass at the beginning of the year I'd try and be friends with him."

I looked at Neville in shock. "She just said ass. Miss Perfect Teacher's Pet Going to Be a Perfect Prefect just said ass! This, my friend, is truly an amazing day. I corrupted Hermione Granger, a seemingly impossible task."

Neville sighed. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to laugh or cry."

Hermione smacked both of us. "Oh shut up you two. I was just commenting on what a jerk Weasley is. Just… shut up and stuff your faces."

"Gladly."

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I walked down the hall with Hermione after dinner on the way to the Commons when I heard a squeak and a shout. A rat ran by and hid behind a suit of armor. Professor Black came running by and skidded to a halt. "Have you two seen a rat? Little grey and brown one? It just ran down here."

I pointed to behind the suit of armor. "It's behind there Professor. But, why do you need to know?"

"Remember my lecture on Animagi? That rat, if I'm not mistaken, is a very old friend of mine. Isn't that right, Peter?" The rat squeaked and ran off. "GET BACK HERE YOU FILTHY RAT!" Black took off running after the rat and I did too. He said Peter, as in Peter Pettigrew, the guy that sold out my parents. "Stupify!" Black flung stunner after stunner at the rat. Me, being younger than him, I just jumped on the thing. My hands closed around it and the rat, possibly Pettigrew, squeaked and bit me. I yelled in pain and smashed it to the ground.

"He bit me!"

"What're you doing to my rat!?" I could've punched Weasley right now, he was ruining my moment of sacrifice for the greater good of the whole world. I was apprehending a wanted criminal!

"Your rat isn't a rat, Mr. Weasley. Black, let me see him." The other Black who wasn't as cool aimed his wand.

"Hey! That's my pet!" Weasley tried to grab maybe-Pettigrew.

Black, not me, pulled Weasley back. "If that's your rat, then the spell to make an animagus return to a human from will do nothing. If it is Pettigrew, then he turns human. If I'm mistaken I'll give you the stupid evil traitor." I'm thinking Black is a little unstable… Either way, Black jabbed his wand and a spell hit the squirming rat in my hands. The rat, possibly human…, squealed and I dropped it as it suddenly became a whole lot heavier.

Then, there wasn't a rat anymore, but a fat, ugly, sniveling balding man. "Si-Sirius… you don't think I sold out Lily and James-"

Black kicked the guy in the stomach. "Shut up you worthless piece of-"

"Professor!" Hermione had been quiet. I'd almost forgotten she'd been with me before I tackled Pettigrew.

"Sorry."

"R-Ron, don't believe them… I was good, remember? I couldn't do those things." Pettigrew gripped Ron's robes, and he looked a little disgusted. One point to him. He was about negative ten now.

"Get off me. I can't afford to buy new robes." Only negative nine… nice one!

"You always were too oblivious Ron." Pettigrew had a wand… Weasley's wand. He pointed it at Professor Black and threw a spell at him, and Black tried to throw up a shield but too slow… he fell to the ground in a heap. I tried to grab my wand but he hit me with a body-bind. I didn't see what happened to Hermione or Ron but the two thumps were enough. "Black was a bit slow on shields. Hesitated too much." I heard footsteps closer. "Do me a favor and tell Dumbledore that he really wasn't needed at the Ministry. I sent the letter. Also, I know how to get past his Cerberus. Soon my Master will reward me beyond all others."

Pettigrew laughed and walked away. Man, that guy was stupid. I still had my wand in my hand, even if I didn't draw it. 'Finite Incantatem!' I thought. Damn… I tried again. I had my wand in my hand and I'd seen Professors do magic with no words… 'Finite Incantatem!' It took me about ten minutes and I'd almost given up when suddenly, I could move. "Yes!"

I jumped up and freed Hermione. "That guy is the worst evil dude ever! I had my wand in my hand and I thought the spell!"

"That's awesome, Jason! That's hard for people James's age to do."

"I like how some guy said he's going to help a psycho take over the world and you're commenting on my magic use."

"I like how you're wasting even more time, now, how do we wake Professor Black up?" She looked at the unconscious Professor.

"Umm, bathroom!" I shouted.

She gave me an odd look. "Bathroom?"

I nodded. "Dunk his head in a sink. It'll wake him up."

"At least you didn't suggest the toilet."

"He's a cool teacher. No toilet." She shook her head before gesturing to Black. We both grabbed an arm and threw one over our shoulders. We dragged him to the sinks and I blocked the drain and turned on the cold water.

"Cold? He'll get mad."

"He'll think it's funny. Plus, if it doesn't work he'll piss himself cause of the warm water."

"Does that really work?"

"I've spent ten years of my life living in a dorm-style setting with fifteen other boys. Trust me, that thing works."

"You peed your bed?"

I snorted. "Hell no." Would I tell that story if it was me? "Me and James did it to another guy. Nobody messed with me because of him. He was always much bigger than those picking on me. Or as big. People have no morals."

I looked at the sink and decided it was full enough. I grabbed Black by his ponytail and dunked him. I held him there for three seconds when he started struggling. I let him go and he jumped back coughing and gasping. "Pettigrew!"

I looked around. "Nope. That guy ran off. Said something about Dumbledore not being here and a Cerberus and a master… crazy man ran off."

Black paled. "Cerberus?" He looked confused, then scared. "Oh my god. He's after the Philosopher's Stone. He's going to resurrect You-Know-Who." Black jumped up and took off running. "Get the other Professors!" He stopped running and looked at the still frozen Weasley. "Why'd you leave him?"

I shrugged. "Wasn't going to hurt him any."

"Finite." Weasley got up and glared at me. "You three, get the Heads of Houses and tell them I'm going to the Stone Room to head off Pettigrew. They'll know what to do." Black paused. "Hopefully he'll just get eaten by Fluffy."

All three of us looked at him oddly. "What?"

"Oh, the Cerberus's name is Fluffy. Hagrid-"

"The baby-killer?"

Black looked at me weird and Hermione smacked me. "Ignore him, most of the time it works. I get by just fine."

"Baby-killer? Hagrid?"

"James told him giants still eat babies and he met Hagrid."

"And he's a giant."

"Half-giant actually. Anyway, other teachers."

Hermione and Weasley nodded. Psh, go run for help when I could be saving the world? So not a Jason Black style move. I waited for Black to run away. "Jason, lets go! Professor Black needs our help!"

"I'll tell ya what, you go get backup and us people with balls will fight. See ya Weasley, Hermione."

"Hey! I got the balls to fight!" Weasley walked off with me and Hermione stayed behind, gaping in shock. "We're just leaving her?"

I nodded. "She's too much of a goody-two-shoes to come with us. She'll probably run to a teacher and tell on us, then tell said teacher about Pettigrew."

"Jason Alexander Black." Oops, whole name. I'm in trouble. "I always knew you're stupid, but this is beyond even you."

"Well, I guess I play smart really well." Weasley snickered.

Hermione, she just ran and caught up with us. "Do you even know where you're going?" That stumped me.

Then, me being me, brilliance struck. I pulled out my wand and placed it on my palm. "Point me."

"That's not even a spell."

"Yes it is." My wand spun around and pointed down the hall. I took off and followed it until the split. It spun in circles and pointed right. "Follow the leader." Hermione shook her head.

"You'll get us lost you great big idiot."

"No I won't. My wand has a built-in Hogwarts GPS system."

"You are such an idiot."

"Well if I'm an idiot then you're even stupiderist then me because you're following an idiot. Ha! Take that!" I came to a door and the wand pointed at it. "Simon says, go in the door. I say, I'm better than Simon, and he can't tell me what to do. But, I'll follow his advice none the less." I threw open the door. "Simon says, piss yourself and run away from the big ass three headed doggie."

"What'd you expect? It's Cerberus!"

Weasley looked like he was about to follow Simon's latest advice. "Big, big, big doggie."

"Big doggie better stay asleep." I inched past a poorly playing flute and towards an open trap door. "I'll go first."I jumped down and lit my wand. Oh crap. "Jump down, and don't struggle. Devil's Snare."

"What's a Devil's Snare?"

"Nasty plant. Just don't struggle. I'll get you out."

"You honestly expect me to jump onto killer plants?" Hermione must not trust me.

"Killer!" Weasley's voice jumped about three octaves.

"Now you scared him 'Mione! Don't worry. It takes a while. Just jump down here, then burn your way out. The little blue flames will work." I started casting it around me, and in about ten seconds I was on the ground.

"The plant ate him!"

"I'm fine! Just jump!" I heard somebody land above me and I started firing up. The plant dropped the person and I fell to the ground with a loud "Oomf!" I groaned. "No offense Hermione, but you're heavier than you look. Especially when you drop onto my stomach and continue to be there."

She jumped off of me apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry…"

"Just don't expect me to catch you again." I lit my wand. "You see the light?"

"Yeah. And you."

"Don't jump onto that area. You want the plant to catch you."

"A-alright. What if it doesn't?"

"It'll hurt." I heard a thump.

"Hey, I'm not dead!"

I rolled my eyes and cast the flames again. "Congratulations, Weasley." He fell to the ground next to Hermione and I. "Let's go then! Black needs saving." I walked forward practically skipping, this was so cool. Jason Black to the rescue!

I opened the door at the end of the hall. "Birds?" I looked at all the little fluttering things.

"What are you three doing here!" Black yelled. I didn't see him sitting by some brooms. "I told you to run for help!"

"That's boring. Just a question, what's with the birds?"

"They're keys. We need to catch them."

"Keys?" I looked up. Okay, they were keys. "Can you undo a shrinking spell?"

"Sure. Why?" I pulled my tiny broom out of my pocket. "You carry it with you?"

I nodded. "If I leave it in my dorm people steal it and fly. Actually, one person steals it and flies and leaves me his broom. Three guesses and the last two don't count."

"Umm, okay. Whatever. Catch the key and I'm sending you three back."

"No fair!"

"It'll get worse if you don't go back. No firsties taking down trolls."

My eyes lit up in excitement. "Another one?!"

"I'm reserving the right to ignore that statement." Black cast a spell and my wand popped back to full size. I hopped on and took off.

"OWIE!" I yelled as keys flew into me. I did a few quick turns and they were flying behind me.

"Look for an old bronze one! Old-fashioned looking!" I nodded at the not-quite-as-cool-as-me Black's yelled help.

I dove around and caught one bronze one. "This one? GAH! That hurts!" I smacked the pelting keys.

"No!"

I took off ignoring the pinpricks of pain. "Stupid evil demon possessed keys!" I saw one key fluttering around, like it'd been caught. I slammed it into a wall and ignored the pain of slamming my wrist into a stone wall while flying on a broom. I closed my aching hand around it and flying down. I jammed it into the hole and threw the door open. I jumped through and Weasley, Black and Hermione quickly followed. "Ow." I cradled my injured hand. Hermione tried to look at it and I smacked her. "It hurts."

"You are such a baby."

I stuck my tongue out at her. "I know you are but what am I?" Don't you love my proof I'm not a baby?

Hermione simply rolled her eyes. "What do we do next Professor?"

"You all wait here. Unless you play chess, then you can help." He walked down the hall and into a room filled with… giant chess people? "This, is a giant set of Wizards Chess. We beat it to move across the room to the next area. You're supposed to take the place of a piece. Since only I will be moving, only I will be playing. You can watch."

I ran forward and jumped on the back of the knight closest to me. "I wanna play as a horsie!" The knight who was on the horse got off and sat in a corner and I giddily sat in the saddle.

"You are so weird."

"What? I never got to play chess before, we never had a set." I paused. "How's this one move again? The little guys there move forward. That chick-" The queen, "Moves like, all directions. Castle dude goes backwards and forwards and side to side, king moves one space all directions. The ones that kind of look like misshapen di-"

"All right. You, you're already in the game so you have to play. Other two people who aren't as dumb as the idiot riding the horsie over there, chill. The keys are dangerous so you won't go back."

"I can actually play though." Who knew Weasley plays chess?

"Yell help if you think I need it."

"Hey, King." The black King looked over. "You're out of the game. I'm playing as you."

"What's with you first years!? No respect for teachers!"

"Play as the rook right here." Weasley pointed to his left. "Hermione, as Jason put it, go be that Castle dude. Jason, don't say a word. I will kill you if I die." I snorted. "Pawn to F-11." And the game of chess started. Although, I wondered if I should tell them that Mrs. Stafford loves chess and holds a chess tournament every year and I've won two years in a row.

Nah.

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Lol, if F-11 isn't even on the board or isn't possible for a first move, then I apologize. I don't play chess. I lose to the computer on easy. I pwn on checkers….

Anyway. So, it's four-forty AM and I can't sleep due to epic amounts of pain in my leg. I mean epic. I walked downstairs to OD on pain pills, (Sarcasm, overdosing is bad.) and I thought my leg was going to collapse out on me, it was cramping that bad. Then I got one of those rice packs and that helped a little, so I got one of those super strength electric heating pads for people with bad backs and I am stuck in my computer chair because I might not be able to walk. Fun.

One good thing… I'm really lazy and didn't post this until way after I finished writing… ten hours after actually. Well, that's not the good part. The good part is I missed school because I slept like, two hours last night. I had a nice nap.

Anyways, as always, I like feedback. It is much appreciated.