To the Reviewers:
Rini8903- Well, hopefully I didn't make you wait too long for the next chapter.Sylverwind- Thank you for the compliment. I believe this is the update you requested.
Tsuki no Tenshi- I'm working on clearing up some confusing parts, and my writing is starting to change, so I can only progress from here. Yes, Usagi and Hermione will be great friends.
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The tiny voice from beyond- bows I apologize in advance, for I cannot help but turn this in to a Harry/Usagi or Draco/Usagi pairing since it's in my nature to like them no matter how overdone they may seem. Your highlight of both the power differences and alternate egos ring with much truth, but seeing how this is fanfiction, I'm going to exercise author rights and play with it a little bit. You suggestion of Seiya was a very tempting one, but I think I'm going to stick to the traditional boys in the story.
And now, without further adeiu, I present to you the next chapter of Broken Promises!
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Broken Promises by Sprinklescake67Chapter 7A – Potions and Pranks (And a little more information)
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In a slightly protected cove on the small islet in the south Caribbean Sea, there stands a house that has been abandoned for centuries. In the early seventeenth century, a widowed countess in exile from the eastern lands of Russia traveled to the sunny tropical island and built a home similar to the one she left behind.
For decades, her inheritance was passed through the heirs for brief periods of time, each finding an excuse to rid themselves of the troublesome burden the house created until no descendent claimed it as their own and deserted it for two centuries. It's cracked and deteriorating, three-floor frame sported years of ivy growth and rust, as the ill-tended lands surrounding the mansion sported wild gardens in desperate need of a caretaker.
The homespun ghost story told of one of the countess' heirs, a young maiden of extraordinary grace and beauty, who committed suicide when her lover rejected her love and shattered her heart, and thus the house was forsaken because it was haunted by the spirit of the lady's tormented screams and heart-wrenching sobs. Though during the surviving generations of the locals, the house has remained silent.
For years now, teenagers and children dared those souls brave enough or foolish enough to accept the challenge to spend the night in the old house, while parents entertained themselves by playing upon the curious ignorance of the traveling tourists by manipulating the haunted legend of the cove. The locals never believed in the concocted fantasy their ancestors created until the moment a few months ago when the supposed fictional legend sprang to life.
On the summer night, when the air was permeated with the intoxicating scent of flowers and the land speckled with lovers embracing in the moonlight, the peaceful atmosphere was dispelled as the lifeless house once again sprang from the ashes of its previous demise.
In one single night, the occupants of the mansion reintroduced fear to the carefree inhabitants of the island. Every sound and every movement within the house terrified the natives as no single, living human being ever appeared to their prying eyes no matter how much activity developed inside the house, but the agonizing screams of victims inside the house carried to the eavesdropping citizens of the village.
With the summer concluded, and oncoming winter rains and storms, those who lived in the village near the mansion on the hill departed for higher, and safer, grounds in the middle of the islands, leaving behind their troubles and worries. Unknown to them, someone was watching them leave one by one.
On this night in early September, the man who began his vigilant inspection of the outside world since he was first brought to the house, watched as a late summer thunderstorm assaulted the small cove. The dancing streaks of lightning quickly reverted to nothing once they mastered full connection between heaven and earth while its companion thunder pounded on her drums in a repetitive melody after the illumination.
The man snorted. Such a naïve way of thinking. To believe in Heaven, the ultimate utopia of all mankind. The very idea of perfection was just an illusion; a made-up fairy tale used to encourage humans to waste their short existence on earth working, toiling throughout their lives so as to find solace in the final rest. Ridiculous mortal concepts; there was never any peace or rest so long as humanity continued to survive.
He didn't care if he was ever once part of their pathetic race or strived to protect such a weak and pitiful planet, he wanted to enslave them, torture them, and then obliterate every last one of them for their betrayal. Just like they once did to his people, his family, his sisters. None would escape his wrath. And once earth had been conquered, the gods would fall and the universe would be no longer.
His copper-red eyes glanced over at the other occupant in the room. The other man held himself tall and proud even while lounging on an armchair. His face retained a boyish youth with wisps of black hair constantly falling into his ice blue eyes. If the young man had not carried the house insignia of the Earth's royal family when he approached him a few months ago, he would never have believed this man, the Mamoru Chiba, this cocky, little boy was ever the reincarnation of Prince Endymion the Second of the Fourth Kingdom of Earth during the Silver Millennium, betroth to her High Princess Lady Serenity the Third of the Moon, and carrier of the third most powerful artifact in the solar universe, the golden crystal.
The man smirked. It didn't matter really. He was just a bonus to his plans. The traitor was just committing suicide by placing himself in league with the one who wanted to strangle him the most. The man had no idea how much hatred he harbored in his body for the Terran royal family, the true instigators of the Dark Wars a thousand years ago.
A knock at the door broke the silence, and the door to the darkened room slowly creaked open. The light from the outside hall outlined the petite female's form, but forced the details of her face to remain I shadows. She bowed to both men.
"Please excuse my interruption, your grace, but I have some private news for his highness."
The fallen prince glanced in his direction. "Will you excuse us for a moment so I may talk with her alone?" He did not attempt to keep the tone of disgust from edging into his voice, though he covered it with false sincerity and respect.
The man sneered at him. "I do not like ssecretss, little boy. What are you hiding from me?"
"This has nothing to do with you, Lord Voldemort." He slurred the man's title on purpose.
Voldemort's eyes bled a glowing red as he hissed angrily at Mamoru. "I only joined you for a ssshort time, and have no intenttion of becoming one of your puppetsss, ssso I ssstrongly advissse you to watch how you addresss me, Prinsce Endymion."
Mamoru sat straight in his chair, "And you should show the proper respect towards your superior."
Voldemort took a step toward the younger one, who cowered slightly in his seat. "You are no prinsce to me and I am not under your command. You are the one who ssshould fear and ressspect me, boy. I am older, ssstronger, and more experiencsed than a sssapling like you. Ssso watch your ssstep or I might acscidentally lossse control over my power."
With that said the dark lord spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. Mamoru glared at the door the he disappeared through before moving to the spot the man occupied a brief while ago. "I should get rid of him while I have the chance before he finds out. 'Fear me' my ass. He has no power over me." Mamoru glanced out the window as a flash of light illuminated the sharp contours of his face into sudden relief. "Report."
The female bowed her head. "I have found the princess, milord."
Mamoru turned toward her. "Good."
"What shall I do?"
The prince tilted his head to the side as another streak of lighting cackled outside. This time the light could not penetrate the deep shadows he drew around him. "Watch her and await my orders."
"Beg your pardon, sir, but I—"
"You what?" Deadly venom leaked into his cold tone and dripped from every word he uttered. "You dare to question my orders?"
"No, your highness. I just think..."
"I do not keep you alive for you to think. You are not the one in charge, so you are not the one who gives the orders." Mamoru walked slowly to the girl and lifted her face with one hand. His face and voice softened a little. "Do you not want your revenge on the moon princess?"
Her royal blue eyes stared into his blue ones. "Of course I do, sir. She is the one who abandoned us in our darkest hours when we needed her the most. She is the one who must pay."
"And she will." Mamoru leaned down and lightly planted kissed on her forehead. "You have my orders, Mercury, go and tell the others."
Mercury turned to leave but paused when he called out to her. "Yes?"
The man was stationed at the window again. "Reassure the other girls. There will be action soon. Very soon."
The soldier of ice bowed to the dark haired man. "As you wish, sire."
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"...By the time we got back from the store, the kids had Hotaru tied up, died her hair an assortment of colors, and stuffed her into the closet." Usagi and Hermione broke into fits of laughter. "Needless to say, we never let Hotaru baby sit again."
The two girls were waiting in the hall outside the potions classroom and to pass time until the dungeon doors opened, Usagi retold some stories over her other friends to her housemate. So far, she had recalled Michiru's obsessive stalker, Haruka's short-lived receptionist career, and Hotaru's attempted baby-sitting services. What Hermione did not know was that all the activities happened to the girls since they were released from the veil. Though, Usagi would not tell Hermione that, at least not yet.
"Come on, Bunny, stop spacing out. We can go in already."
Usagi blinked before sweat dropping. "Er, sorry about that, Hermy."
Hermione led the blonde to one of the tables on the left side of the room, where the some other Gryffindors were heading, and dumped their belongings onto the countertop. Two boys did the same behind them. "Hey, Hermione. So glad you remembered your other friends." The red head stated with obvious sarcasm lilting in his voice.
But Hermione didn't seem to catch the tone of voice and gasped. "Ron, you know I would never do that. I was just talking to Bunny here." Hermione turned toward Usagi. "Usagi Tsukino, I would like you to meet Ronald Weasley, mostly known as Ron." She pointed to Ron. He smiled and gave a little wave as Hermione switched to the dark haired teen beside him. "And this is Harry Potter."
Hermione waited for the reverence or nervousness people would display whenever they encountered with Harry and his fame, but Hermione was met with silence. No schoolgirl giggling, no incoherent babbling, no trembling voice asking for his autograph. Usagi barely blinked at the wizard world's hero, before turning her attention back to Ron. "So, you're Ron Weasley? I've heard a lot about you."
Ron, who seemed to be in shock over the girl's casual dismissal of his best friend, responded with an intelligent, "Huh?"
Usagi rolled her eyes. "You're brothers, Fred and George, were always yapping about their little 'Ronikins' and younger sister, Ginny, who were still in school at Hogwarts. Your name would always be dragged into the conversation some point or another, so I can't help but feel as if I know you."
"Is that so?" Ron gave a short nervous laugh.
"Yeah, they always bragged about how their kid brother was going to become this great auror some day with his best mate. And even though you're a prat sometimes, they can't help but be proud of how much trouble you seem to cause around here. I think they even said that you could maybe surpass their reputation when you leave here someday."
'Now she's done it.' Hermione thought as Ron swelled with pride. 'I got to hand it to her though. One way to get Ron on your side is to prey on his male ego.'
Ron puffed up his chest and pretended to buff his nails. "Is that so? What else did they say about me? Did they talk about my dashing good looks? Or my impeccable sense of style and grace? Or my charming charisma?"
Hermione reached over and smacked the back of Ron's head. "Stop playing the imbecile, that's Malfoy's job. Besides, I don't even think you know the meaning of half those words."
Ron glared at her, while Usagi broke into a fit of giggles and Harry let out a snort beside him. "I think she got you there, Ron."
"Not you two, Harry." Ron turned toward Usagi and, with the best of his abilities, began to pout at her. "You wouldn't turn on me too, would you?"
"Of-course not! What would I tell your brothers next time I see them? 'Oh, I just left your poor, defenseless little brother to fend for himself in the brutal, vindictive world.'"
"You're cruel."
Usagi grinned. "I know."
"Hey, I just thought of something?" The group turned toward Harry with confused looks. "How do you know Ron's brothers?"
Usagi frowned at the dark-haired teem briefly, and then turned toward Ron and Hermione with a bright smile not a second later. "I know them because I'm their new boss."
"WHAT?"
"You didn't have to shout, I can hear just fine, thank you very much." Usagi stated, rubbing her injured ear. "I thought you knew since Hota told me you were there that day when we finished the contract."
Hermione's eyes lit up as she made the connection between Usagi and Hotaru, though Ron and Harry remained clueless to the situation. "You're the one that was talking telepathically to Hotaru. You're Usa-mama!"
Realization dawned on the other two boys as well. Usagi nodded. "It wasn't technically telekinesis, just a simple link between us. The closer we are, the stronger it is, just as the farther away we are from each other, the weaker it becomes. And Hotaru likes to call me mama sometimes."
"That would be so cool to have. I mean, we could talk and no one would ever know, especially Snape." Hermione got a dreamy look on her face and Ron nodded vigorously. Harry seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as well, though his gaze remained fixated on Usagi.
"An ability like that would have come in handy at the Department of Mysteries last year." As soon as he said it, Ron turned a bright shade of red. "I wasn't supposed to say that."
"Department of…Mysteries? Last year?" Usagi's smile faltered for a brief second, but returned full force along with an impish quality. "Well, you can't unsay what you just said, so spill. I want to know what happened."
Ron shook his head. "I'm not supposed to talk about it for reasons only we know." He looked sideways at the frozen boy next to him. Usagi jutted her lower lip out, but opted to yield when she noticed Ron's apologetic looks toward Harry. She would have to find another way to uncover the information she was seeking.
"Way to go, Weasley. I think you've just won the moron of the year award. Tell us how you feel?" Hermione drawled in a sarcastic voice very similar to a certain blonde Slytherin they knew. The tips of Ron's ears flamed with his blush as he bitterly retorted.
Usagi glanced at the two who were now throwing insults at each other at a rapid fire pace and turned to the green-eyed boy sitting beside Ron. Unconsciously, she glowered at him. "Hey, do you mind switching seats with me? I want to sit by Ron."
Harry could only blink after not being acknowledged for a brief amount of time. "I do have a name you know."
Usagi shrugged. "I know, but I don't care to know it right now. I just want to talk to Ron."
Harry felt a slight twinge of jealousy and immediately felt guilty about it. He shouldn't get jealous because the new girl is lavishing her attention on Ron and barely glancing in his direction. That was one the reasons he resented the people around him for treating him the way they did in the first place. Harry didn't need to be an attention hog all the time. Resolve firmly in mind, Harry smiled at the smaller girl, "Yeah, sure. We can switch."
He was met with a glare and a curt, 'fine' as Hermione and Ron finished their latest catfight. Quickly trading places, Harry quickly settled into his spot beside a fuming Hermione. "Hermione?"
She turned her head in his direction to indicate she was listening. "Do you think that, um, that…Usagi, er…"
"Oh for Selene's sake Harry, spit it out already."
Harry cocked his eyebrow at his brunette friend. "For 'Selene's sake'?"
Hermione blushed lightly, "I picked it up from Bunny. Now, what did you want to ask me?" She diverted the conversation back towards Harry.
The boy sighed. "I was wondering if Usagi, or Bunny, did not like me?" Harry quickly held his hands up in a surrendering manner. "That's not what I meant to put it. I mean, does she not seem to care for my, um, presence?"
"Why wouldn't she?" Hermione questioned. Both turned to the table behind them where Usagi was attempting to teach Ron how to say her name properly. The laughed quietly at the way Usagi forced Ron to pucker his lips, making him look like a demented blowfish. "I think your just imagining things. Don't worry about it."
"You're probably right. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. But still…" Harry trailed off when Hermione fidgeted in her seat. She didn't want to feel like excluding Harry or being abrupt with him, but she also did not want to be rude and talk about her new friend. Though Harry was still unconvinced, he dropped the subject for Hermione's sake. "Forget it. I'll just talk to her later before I jump to any conclusions."
Harry smiled at Hermione's grateful expression just as one of the dungeon side doors flew open. Their oily-haired, hook-nosed potions professor swept in with billowing robes closely followed by his teaching assistant, Setsuna Meiou. Usagi paused in her attempt to instruct Ron on the correct pronunciation her name to glare at the forest-green, garnet-eyed Slytherin. Ron glanced over as well. "I take it you know her. Take my advice, and try to avoid them Slytherins at all cost."
Quicker then they could blink, Snape descended on Ron while Setsuna began to copy the potion procedure on the board. "Five points from Gryffindor for talking out of turn in my classroom, Mr. Weasley."
Ron groaned as Usagi giggled next to him. "Aren't you being a little cruel, Sevy?"
Snape whipped his head in the direction of the voice, as the class grew silent. "And pray tell, why am I being cruel, Ms. Tsukino?"
"Oh, I don't know, Professor Snape, maybe because your acting like you have a stick up your butt, by taking points only from Gryffindors."
The entire class gasped at the girl's bold, albeit suicidal, statement. Hermione looked horrified and continuously muttered 'Shut-up Bunny, just shut-up!' while hiding her face in her hands. Eyes turned toward Snape to see his reaction. Much to their surprise, the professor just smirked at the blonde. "Can you ever say something without sarcasm?"
"Can you ever use less grease for your hair?" Usagi countered. Some students deemed it safe to snicker at the professor's expense.
"When are you ever not in trouble?"
"When are you ever going to stop picking on Gryffindors? I bet you couldn't even go a day without taking any points away from them."
Snape threw back is head and released a bark of cold laughter. "What are you up to this time, girl?"
Usagi batted her eyelashes innocently at the older man. "Who says I'm up to anything?"
Snape shrugged. "Well, in that case, I guess a month of detention is fine with you then?"
"Six detentions and four extra classes."
Snape growled. "That's only two weeks. I want four, so sixteen detentions and four extra classes."
"Eight detentions, four extra classes, and I'll clean the dungeon for a week."
Snape closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh as he massaged his temples. "Twelve detentions, eight extra classes, a week of cleaning the dungeon, and my exemption from whatever you have planned."
"Deal!"
Snape's eyes snapped open. "Good. Now get out of my class. I don't want to see you till dinner."
Squealing a little, Usagi began to pack up her supplies. She paused a moment later and turned to Professor Snape once more. "What about my assistant?"
The professor didn't even attempt to turn around. "Take your partner in crime and leave." Reaching the board, Snape began to copy the ingredients. "Now, who can tell me the difference between the herbs-?" Snape turned back toward the class in time to see the ends of two black robes disappear around the door. Both Usagi and Hermione's seats were empty.
Snape released a low chuckle. The little bunny had gotten him again. "Potter, Weasley, move to the same bench. You can team up now that your partners have deserted you. Get to work before I take points. NOW!" Immediately, the students went to work.
--An hour and 47 minutes later—
As Ron and Harry exited the potions dungeon classroom, the redhead stretched his arms above his head. "Argh! How could Hermione abandon us like that? And what about Usagi and Snape? I wonder how they're connected."
Harry shifted his bag to the other shoulder. "Well, she is Dumbledore's niece after all. I bet almost every professor is familiar with her and everything. Snape must actually like her enough not to remove any points from our house."
"Unfortunately, he wasn't in such a good mood as to not assign her a month of detention and extra classes or to assign you detention tonight for spilling that potion. Hope you have fun cleaning up after that great, big ba– ow!"
A black and brown blob smashed into Ron's side, the force of impact causing them both to tumble to the ground. Ron and the other person struggled to detangle themselves from one another. With Harry's help, they finally separated and sat up. "Neville! How you doing, mate?" Ron exclaimed.
"Hello Harry, Ron. Sorry about that. I started sliding and couldn't seem to stop." The mousy boy replied. "I wish I could remember the spell Hermione taught me last year; the one that would transform my loafers into snowshoes. I can't stop sliding around."
Harry's green eyes clouded with confusion. "Why would you need snowshoes?"
Neville looked wide-eyed at the two taller year-mates. "You mean you haven't seen it yet? Where have you been? Come on; come on. This isn't something you should miss. It's better than when Fred and George made that swamp last year." He tugged on the sleeves of boy's robes, urging them further down the hall in the direction of the grand staircase.
Steering around a couple of sliding third years, the trio turned the corner and observed the scene in front of them. Each staircase was completely incased with a solid sheet of ice and layered with several icicles hanging from their edges. Students were using books, sleds, or even the banisters to slid from one floor to the next in a rush. Squeals of laughter drifted through the air to dance with the powdery, white snowflakes drifting toward the ground as a whisper of cold air twirled around the shocked boys.
"Blimey…just blimey!" Ron gazed. Harry's mouth flapped open and close, no sound coming out.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Neville whispered. "And that's really not all. Look over there." He pointed to a goal looking object on one side of the room and then to an exact replica on the opposite side of the room. "These were set up, but no one know what they are used for. Do you have an idea?"
They shook their heads. Looking around once more, Harry muttered to the other two boys, "Let's go get some dinner. Maybe the teachers will explain this to us." Together they trekked down the ice caked halls to where students were having snow fights, and into the empty Great Hall. In this room, there was only one, single path of ice leading from the double doors straight to the podium where the teachers sat and nowhere else.
They took their seats next to the other sixth year Gryffindors and began to eat dinner. Slowly, but surely, the Great Hall began to fill up with its usual occupants until almost everyone was seated, happily eating and gossiping about the newest events of Hogwarts. The mysterious anomaly that created the indoor winter in the central staircase was the most discussed event.
The buzz of excited chatter circled the large room for minutes when the objects first appeared on the tables. One by one, glass globes about a foot in diameter appeared along the center of the four house tables and even on the teacher's table. Each contained a swirling mass of milky white substance that no gaze could penetrate. A hush spread like wildfire throughout the hall as students and teachers alike watched in amazement as the globes began to shift forms until they were crystal-clear, one-dimensional rectangle shapes.
"What the…?" A few students questioned the objects that were similar to muggle flat screen televisions and some even whipped out their wands to experiment on them. For every group of four to six students there was a glass piece of which the students could see quite well. Suddenly, bold laughter from the front doors seemed to catch their attention.
Five people skated quickly down the ice-covered center aisle and slid to a stop before the professor's podium, showering a few teachers with the small fragments of ice. The quintet was easily identified to the obvious surprise of the student body. Each wore black skates, warm black sweat pants, and black shawls, but other than that, each had their own articles of clothing in different colors.
The beautiful Michiru Kaioh was dressed in an aquamarine, long-sleeved shirt with gloves and earmuffs in a darker shade of green. Both Usagi Tsukino and Haruka Ten'oh wore white, long-sleeved undershirts with two different shades of navy blue short-sleeved over shirts, and fingerless gloves. Usagi's hair was braided and wrapped around the crown of her head. Hermione Granger had the same outfit as the other two girls, but rather in shades of light blue than dark. Her own hair was French braided with the end dropping in between her shoulder blades. The small, meek Hotaru Tomoe sported a violet, three-quarter-sleeve turtleneck and had her own hair held back by a purple headband. Around her waist, padded, goalie gloves and a hockey, goalie mask swayed on their strings with her movement.
"Whoa, man. How does anyone stand in these things let alone skate?" Heads swiveled into the other directions. At the doors, stood three people that were very familiar to the other occupants of the room. Two tall, redheaded twins supported a third, dark-skinned, dred-locked boy between them. All three were attempting to stay in an upright position regardless of the attempts of the skates on their feet to dislodge them. The trio made their way toward the front of the room and, after exchanging their skates for shoes, around to the other side of the table on the podium.
"Would you care to explain what is happening to us, Bunny?"
The blonde imp smirked, "Why, of course, Uncle D!" The group of five bowed to the headmaster.
"We, five students, hereby challenge those five teachers of our choice to a duel on ice."
"In a game of hockey."
Haruka chuckled while tossing a puck in the air and catching it. "Now, who wants to play?"
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Okay, you can probably kill me since I have not updating it a couple of months. I'm attempting to shoo this story along, but I really have to make the details stand clear first. I would have written more, but this would have been delayed even longer and I just wanted to post something for Thanksgiving holiday.
If all goes as planned, then the second half of this chapter will be posted by Sunday or next weekend at the latest. Of course, a few extra reviews on the side would most definitely speed it along. I'm not one of those authors that set a limit of how many reviews I must have to post a chapter or continue a story, because I will continue whether or not I'm well liked or not, but since my self-confidence really, really needs to be raised right now, I would most appreciate a little extra bit of encouragement from my readers. My one goal is to actually break 100 reviews by the next chapter or the one after that.
Well, that is my little rant for this week. I love all my readers and hope you have a better day than I have. Enjoy life while you can.
Thornful Roses and Deceitful Posers,
Sprinkles-chan