The Chronicles of Fayt

Chapter Eighteen: "Addicted"

Jason Black's POV

Hogwarts

Secret Chamber (Not the Chamber of Secrets though)

I felt the Knight under me move and I gripped the stone handle in front of me. "Gah! Next time we play as life sized chess pieces remind me to not play as the one where I balance to stay on!"

Hermione glared at me. "You expect to ever do this again? You are so stupid! You got me into this! I was all for listening to the teacher!"

Professor Black looked around. "All right, I see how we can win. But… god, okay, I don't want this game to go on much longer. One of you kids can get hurt doing this. I'm going to move and the queen will have to take me out."

Weasley butted in. "But… there's always another way to win!"

"Listen, this is the easiest way. You've seen what happens when a piece gets taken out. I go down, you all wait here. If Pettigrew comes back out, hit him over the head with a stone or something, okay? Search him and if he has a red stone, take it from him and give it to Dumbledore. Whatever you do, don't go forward."

I pouted from my knight. "No fair. How come you get to be the great hero?"

Hermione gaped at me. "We're facing dark wizards and you're worried about who's going to look like the hero when this is all done? How self-centered are you?"

"I am not self-centered. I'm just wondering who's going to get the girl? In all the movies and books the hero gets the girl. I want to be the hero that ends up with the hot chick. I just look out for me."

Professor Black cut us off. "Regardless of who gets the girl, we need to move." Black called out his move and stepped forward. The black queen stepped forward and smashed him on the head with her scepter thingy. He crumpled to the ground and we all winced as he hit the board with an audible thump. The queen then picked him up and tossed him like a ragdoll to the sidelines where smashed pieces lay in heaps of rubble.

Weasley gulped and directed the pieces around as he took one last look at Black. I gripped the horse tightly and shook a little. I didn't think the chess people would actually hurt us like it'd broken the other pieces. Weasley directed us so we had cornered the black sides king. Once he gave up he dropped his sword and the pieces moved aside to let us through.

We all ran over to Black. His face was covered in blood. I ripped off my robes and tied the sleeves around his head so I could make a makeshift bandage.

"Will he be okay?" I don't think I'd seen Hermione that pale before. I shrugged in response. I wasn't an expert in head wounds. I stood up and looked around the room before grabbing one of the huge stone swords. I swung it around, testing weight. It was really, really freaking heavy. I shook my shoulders and cracked my neck. "What're you doing Jason?"

"I'm going forward."

"This is serious! Professor Black is hurt! This isn't a game Jason!"

I nodded and gulped. "I know it's not a game. That is why I'm going forward. Whatever Pettigrew is after is serious. I mean dead serious. We can't afford to screw around. We can't let Pettigrew get what he's after. He said he was helping his master, which means Voldemort." Weasley flinched. "We can't wait for teachers to show up and save us. I'm going to stop Pettigrew. Someone stay with Black."

I squared my shoulders and set forward, stone sword bouncing in front of me. "You go; I'll stay with the Professor and tell them what's going on." I nodded to Hermione as me and Weasley walked into the room with the troll. I gagged at the scent and threw up at the sight. Pettigrew had exploded the trolls head. I wiped the puke out of my mouth and quickly moved forward.

We ran into the next room and flames shot up around us. "Aww crap." I looked at the paper on the table. "It's a riddle." I started moving the bottles around and grabbed two small ones. "Forward," I held one up. "and back." I looked at the other bottles and sniffed the contents. "Want some wine Weasley?"

"No, why would I?" I shrugged and poured a few of the bottles into the wine bottle.

I smelled it, then the forward bottle. Same color, same scent, same consistency and amount of light shining through, same potion. I hope. I drank the "I hope" bottle and gave the other to Weasley. "Drink up." I shuddered at the cold sensation and boldly stepped into the flames. I heard Weasley step forward with me. When I emerged on the other side I saw Pettigrew looking at a mirror.

"I see me giving it to my master, why can't I grab it? How do I get it master? I need your help!" Pettigrew paced in front of the mirror as he talked to himself. I hid behind a pillar along with Weasley.

"Be quiet, we don't want him to know we're here." Weasley nodded and I slowly crept from pillar to pillar, ever closer to the man. When I was just out of sight, I kicked a rock.

"What was that!?" Pettigrew stalked closer and when he got close I jumped out and swung at him with my borrowed weapon. "Agh!" Pettigrew screamed as his hand was crushed by my panicky swing. I jumped back from him and ran towards the mirror, whatever he wanted he wanted bad.

"Touch me or him and I smash the mirror!" I yelled as I reached it, Ron on my heels. My breath came in quick gasps as Pettigrew whirled on me.

"Insolent brat! Adavra kedavra!" I instinctively dove out of the way of the green light. Pettigrew flung spells that I'd never heard of with lightening fast paces at me and Ron and it was all the two of us could do to spread out and hope the teachers showed up soon. I dove behind a pillar and a spell smashed just above my head. I ducked and bits of stone showered onto my head. I prayed that Dumbledore or Black showed up soon. I hyperventilated as spells slowly destroyed my barrier and my clothes turned grey with falling debris. I heard footsteps inch closer and the amounts of falling stone grew. I took one last deep breath before jumping out and swinging my sword at Pettigrew. By some fluke of chance I smashed his hand again.

Pettigrew howled in pain. "I'll get you!" He flung the green spell at me again and I rolled and hit the ground on my already hurt wrist. I gasped in pain as a sharp crack resonated through the room. Blinding pain blacked my vision as I whimpered and curled in, forgetting momentarily about Pettigrew. "It seems the great warrior is down."

Pettigrew stomped on my hand and I screamed in pain. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? You're not so brave now are you?" Pettigrew tsk'd. "Crucio!" I almost blacked out as burning white hot pain pierced my body. I thrashed around for what seemed like an eternity. But, by some divine mercy the crippling pain stopped. I whimpered and curled up. I heard Pettigrew laugh above me. "Where's your tough attitude now, boy?"

"Pick on someone your own size you great big ass!" I could've kissed Ron Weasley right now.

"Another Weasley boy, your whole family is so hot-headed. I wonder if they'll learn their lesson when you turn up dead." Pettigrew's footsteps wandered away and I curled up tighter, trying to will the pain away. "Crucio!" I heard Weasley's screams ring through the room.

Shaking in pain as my muscles almost gave out, I painfully hauled myself to my feet and grabbed my wand from where I'd dropped it. I levitated my sword and flung the thing at Pettigrew. It struck him across the back and didn't do much more than strike him across the back and make him stumble, but it did stop Weasley's screaming.

"It seems you have more than I thought you did. I'll deal with that." Chains flew out from Pettigrew's wand and bound me. I yelled in pain as my injured hand was slammed into my side. "For now, it's your friends turn." I watched as Pettigrew kicked a shaking Weasley in the side. "Stupid little children, where's Black to save you now? The idiot probably got himself and sent the little kids to do a man's work." Pettigrew bound Ron and returned to the mirror. "Stupid brats that don't listen taken care of, I need that stone."

I was still shaking and my wand was in the chains with me, but not touching me. I may be able to pull on wordless spell out of nowhere, but wandless? No way. Still, I had done a few accidental spells, right? Maybe if I didn't try to do a spell but just will the chains away? I screwed up my face as I tried my not so smart idea of willing the chains away. I concentrated on the feeling of warmth when I grabbed my wand, that feeling of content power.

Pettigrew was too caught up in his own world to notice his spell slowly unraveling around me. I tried not to make a noise as I felt the chains vanish. I'd done it. I'd actually managed to do it. Wandless magic. I numbly grabbed my wand with my left hand and cast finite incantatem by whispering the spell. It worked and I could've danced if my muscles weren't screaming in agony as I pushed myself further. I handed my wand to Weasley as his wand was in the possession of Pettigrew. I limped, though I don't remember hurting my leg, towards Pettigrew and smashed him with the sword.

"That is it! Adavra kedrava!" I tried to dodge whatever spell he sent at me and fell back, cracking my head on the ground with a sickening crunch. My vision flickered black and I rolled as my head swam and my stomach churned from the swirling colors as my vision returned. "Stupid boy! My master will kill you!"

"GRAAAAAAAAH!!!" Ron charged past me and tackled Pettigrew to the ground. He pulled his fist back and smashed it into Pettigrew's face. "Asshole!"

I staggered drunkenly to my feet as the world teetered and almost fell to my left, or did I almost fall? I seesawed as I made my way to the mirror. The image of myself waved and I found myself waving back to the Mirror Jason. The Mirror Me picked up a red stone and put it in Mirror Jason's pocket. I felt a weight in my own. I stared down, confused. I looked back at Mirror Jason and he pointed to my pocket. I figured he was onto something and reached into my pocket.

"Hey look, the red stone thingy." I grinned and showed Ron.

Ron gave me a weird look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just tell the other two Ron's they're bugging me."

"Ummm…. Okay, you might want to sit down, you hit your head pretty hard." I followed his advice and collapsed into a heap.

"Y'know, with how many times we escaped his capture, you'd think he'd tie us up better." Ron was right. "But, if he had, we'd be dead. Thank you by the way. You pretty much saved my life."

I nodded and regretted it, the world swam and my vision blacked again. "Whoa…" I grabbed my head. "Trippy."

I then decided it would be a good idea to go poke our captive. Ron was currently sitting on his chest. I kicked the unconscious man in the stomach. "You sure he's asleep?"

"I think the word you want is unconscious. I smacked him pretty hard." The man getting crushed groaned.

"Hey! Lookie Ron! He's awake!" Pettigrew opened his eyes and grabbed my ankle. "What?" Pettigrew yanked and I fell back, smacking my head. Again. This time, when everything faded to black and hurt, it stopped hurting and stayed black.

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A bit short again, but a slightly short update is better than no update, right?

Also… the bit about acting all crazy after smacking your head is real. A couple of my friends like showing off on skateboards and Bryant smashes his head on the sidewalk, blood all over his head. So we all flip out and haul him to his feet. The idiot starts laughing and staggering like he's drunk. We are all like, oh shit! Bryant's hurt, so we grab him and start walking to the Emergency Room three blocks away. Unfortunately, the cops see Bryant and think he's drunk, he's acting like he is, and are like, hey, that dude is being helped down the street, is staggering, covered in blood and looks like he's fifteen! Long story short, we get him to the hospital after getting stopped by cops and he's got a concussion and we all get yelled at for being stupid teens. Yup. Me and my friends are geniuses.

By the way, I've got too many reviews to post here, so you people who reviewed are amazing. Also, I'VE GOT A POLL UP ON WHEN JASON SHOULD REVEAL HIS SECRET IDENTITY. VOTES WILL BE TAKEN INTO MUCH, MUCH, MUCH CONSIDERATION. So yeah. Vote. Or die. Your choice.