AN:
Oni: See? It didn't take THAT long for the next chapter! Wait? Why are you all holding pitchforks?
Eridan: Oni, wwe just laned in a farm.
Oni: Oh... *pets cow* that makes more sense now...
Eridan: Anywways, greetins readers, for this is the next chapter.
Oni: I hope you guys like it! It's the longest one so far!
Eridan: Also, to those wwho havven't noticed yet, but this story is AU, so listen carefully, landdwwellers.
1. The Battle at the Department of Mysteries has been movved to the begginin of Harry's fifth year, before the Dementor Trial.
2. In this AU, lowwbloods are psychically capable enough to produce a form of Horcrux, called Parasites.
3, Alternian is a separate language.
4. Trolls are more scientifically insect based, the exoskeleton can be hardened like armor and horns can detect auras.
Oni: Also-
"English"
"Alternian"
Eridan: Oni does not owwn me nor Homestuck nor Harry Potter.
Oni: I think that's it... ONWARDS!
"Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Sirius for about the fifteenth time.
"Yes, Sirius, for the last time I am positivve that wwe wwill arrivve at the other side safely after I connect the Arch to the Vveil, completin the Passage. The only thin I'm concerned about is wwhat might be on the other end." Eridan replied exasperatedly, checking his husktop notes again.
"The Veil Chamber used to be an execution courtroom, before the Unspeakables decided to study it. Of course, that's because everyone thought that the other side of the Veil was, errrr, the other side…" Sirius trailed off nervously, scratching the back of his head.
"I don't understand wwhat you mean by that."
Other side? Of course there was another side, it couldn't just lead to nothing!
"Other Side… you know… the Afterlife?"
"Wwhat's an afterlife?"
"Well, that's where people go when they die. Some call it Heaven, others call it Hell…"
"Oh. That."
"Yeah. That."
They plodded down the stairs in relative silence. Not uncomfortable silence, more of an excited silence because Sirius was going home and Eridan was learning MAGIC and SCIENCE at the exact same time. There was definitely a spring to his step, his face carefully devoid of emotion but his eyes glittering in excitement. He still couldn't believe that he was going to another planet, to learn magic, and study aliens, and to learn magic, and fight a war.
Did he mention learning magic? Maybe just one more time, for good measure.
Sirius lagged behind Eridan, who was surprisingly faster (he's an adult, shouldn't they have more dexterity than this?) than the human (maybe the race as a whole was just evolutionarily weaker?) and panted as the young troll easily made it to the Arch without so much as changing his breathing pattern. Sirius, however, reached the Arch a few seconds later, panting for breath.
"Wow kiddo *huff* you sure *puff* run fast…"
"No, you humans are just sloww."
The human just rolled his eyes at him. Eridan shrugged. The faces you get for being right… Sirius then turned confused and looked around, as if searching for something.
"Hey, wait a second, isn't your Da- Lusus coming with us?" Eridan snorted.
"Of course he is. But wwhat idiot wwould havve his Lusus out wwhere anyone could attack? Not me!"
"So…where is he then?"
"Sylladex."
"Bu-but, he's a living creature!"
"Paradox Space, Sirius, time and space don't exist. It's like bein frozen in place wwithout any drawwbacks."
"So you've…"
"Yes, noww can wwe continue this at a later date? I thought you wanted to go home."
"I do!"
"That's wwhat I thought."
Sirius huffed and Eridan smirked. The young troll stepped up in front of the Arch, whose curtains were as hard as stone.
"You closed it?"
"If wwe wweren't goin there for a wwhile, then wwhat's the point of leavvin it open for anythin to just wwaltz in here?"
"…Point taken."
Eridan's three fingered hands brushed against the stone curtains, watching as the English carvings (which he now understood) fill with violet light before fizzling out again. That led him to a rather insane idea. Placing his hands against the sides of the Arch, Eridan called upon the power he now knew was inside of him, thrumming through his veins, his mind, his very soul, and spoke in a tone that held no room for denial.
"Open."
This time, the light did not disappear. On the contrary, it filled all the letters with and even stringer violet light, so bright it started to look like pure white. The stone curtains melted into slightly tattered, fluttering fabric, but Eridan wasn't going to stop there.
"Reconnect the Passage."
All at once, the inside of the Arch grew bright, the shifting mist beyond it going haywire as the letters began to change, rearrange, and become something else. Eridan closed his eyes as he sensed the surprise and awe practically radiating off Sirius, who took a step back and moved to shield his eyes from the blinding light. Then he heard it. Voices. Clear, concise voices. Some speaking in English, other Alternian, and some in a bastardized version of his mother tongue. Agreements of trade, exchanged between interplanetary species, being made before his ears. A gruff Alternian voice was speaking with aristocric ease, and Eridan realized that this was the voice of his ancestor, Dualscar. Slowly but surely, a ringing sound was coming from the Arch, getting louder and louder until both human and troll could barely stand it.
Then it all went silent, and the light died as if it never had been. Tentatively, Eridan cracked open an eye. The Arch proudly stood, the white mist floating inside it felt more inviting, welcome. Dragging his gaze upwards, the young troll saw in inscriptions had changed, not in context, but in language. It now proudly sported the destination in Alternian, instead of English, and Eridan couldn't help but smile in amazement and pride.
"It's done…wwe can go through…"
Sirius looked as if he were close to tears. The two of them neared the Arch and realized it could only fit one person at a time. One of them would have to go in first. Sirius was about to take the lead, when Eridan's horns picked up something horribly wrong.
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"Sirius don't go in there."
The way Eridan had said this made the human halt in his tracks. When Sirius turned to look at the troll, his earfins were already low and pressed against his head, his pupils tiny vertical slits, and his teeth bared.
"What's wrong?"
Eridan growled lowly.
"There's somethin on the other side…somethin really bad."
So bad, he felt his exoskeleton itching to harden, to protect.
"I'm goin in first. I'll tell you wwhen it's safe to come out."
Without letting Sirius get a word in edgewise, the troll summoned his trusty laser rifle and leapt into the Arch.
Harry was gripping his seat in absolute worry. It was almost time for Sirius to arrive but… was it even safe for him to come back? The Dementors were starting to get even jitterier than they usually were, and were constantly flying towards the face of the Veil before gliding back into their little ring. It was honestly horrifying to watch. Umbridge had ordered some tea to go with the biscuits, and now she and Fudge were making this a tea party. The entertainment? His Godfather's demise. He sighed, and prayed to whatever deity may hear him to grant him this one impossible miracle.
That's when the Veil had started glowing.
It started with the misty, smoky opening, and then reached the stone outer archway and the strange runic inscriptions on it. The people in the room started to scream in surprise at the sudden phenomena. Soon the light grew so bright that they all had to shield their eyes. Harry, quickly thinking, changed his glasses into tinted shades and squinted to see what on Earth was going on. Peering closer, he could see ghostly figures talking. Some of them were wizards and witches talking in English, others were Goblins talking in their native tongue, but the figure that really stood out was the towering figure that looked human, but from what Harry could see had strange horns in the shape of lightning bolts. He spoke in a gruff manner in a language similar to the ones the goblins were speaking. They seemed to be working out some kind of agreement, but before he could get a closer look, Harry was assaulted by a loud ringing noise. The politicians began screaming louder as they held their hands tightly around their ears and had their eyes closed tight.
Then suddenly, it all disappeared.
Murmuring broke out from the crowds. Things like 'What the bloody hell was that?!' and 'This never happened before' and 'I'm not paid enough to deal with this' filled the room. Even the Dementors were momentarily paralyzed by…whatever had just happened and were haltingly floating inside of their usual smooth gliding.
"What just happened?" Harry whispered to Mr. Weasley as he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
Arthur could only shake his head dumbly and sit stiffly in his seat. Shacklebolt let out a shuddered sigh.
"Nothing like this has ever happened before. Whatever Black has done, it's all completely new."
Everyone started to get back into their seats when someone (Percy) pointed at the Veil.
"Look! The writing's changed!"
Indeed it did. Instead of holding an inscription in a strange runic language, the carvings on the Veil now stated something in clear, concise English.
WarshipHive of Ampora, Isle Dualscar, Alternia
WarshipHive? What in Merlin's name was a WarshipHive? It didn't sound very nice, but if Harry was right, then the Veil must lead to this…Warship Hive. Harry really hoped Sirius knew what he was doing, because there was still no sign of him and the Dementors were back to circling the Veil, if still a little shaky.
Dementors. Shaky. Take Karma you floating corpse things!
Quickly the Patronii were cast again, but after the…weird light show, most couldn't get theirs back up, so Harry cast his own to protect the people in his area. Fudge was red faced in anger, probably because he hadn't expected this either, but Umbridge's mouth was stretched in a sickly sweet grin that looked like she had just soiled herself. Still a little twitchy, Fudge began to bang the gavel again, and told everyone in the chamber that the court was still in session (BE QUIET! BLACK COULD COME AT ANY MOMENT!) before plopping down in his seat with a huff, glaring at Harry, who in turn glared back.
By this point the Dementors had gone back to their little ring, swoop, ring formation, and Harry groaned. He had hoped that the light show would have bore some fruit but apparently nothing much had happened. But who was that strange creature, and what was he doing here?
A low, almost imperceptible growl emanated from the Veil. Harry snapped his head to the fluttering, tattered curtains so fast he almost got whiplash. Apparently the Dementors picked up on it as well, because a few had swooped into the entrance. Fudge took this as a sign that Sirius was coming out, and leaned forward in his seat, a wicked smirk on his face. Harry gripped the edge of his seat, damn those Ministry Policies for taking away his wand…
For a moment, the only sound in the chamber came from the Dementor's frosty breathes as three of them came almost face to face with the edge of the Veil. Oh no, Sirius was doomed the minute he walked out, no one could cast a spell that fast…
Blam.
A beam of pure white light shot out of the Veil, blinding the entire chamber momentarily. What could only be described as the screams of a thousand damned souls pierced their ears as the back wall of the chamber cracked under the pressure. When the light stopped, Harry noticed a small figure standing in front of the Veil. Unfortunately, even with his Seeker eyesight, he could only catch a small violet and blue blur. Whoever this person was, they were fast. It was then that Harry noticed that there were only fifteen Dementors flying around. Looking at the ground, the Gryffindor Seeker spotted the remains of two Dementors, while the rest of the floor was covered with a fine gray ash. Turning his head to the wall, he noted the damage of what the light had done. It was blasted open, debris littered the bottom of the giant hole that now stood there.
The worst part of all this?
Everything the white light had hit, including the Dementor remains, were still smoking.
"Impossible…" Shacklebolt whispered in awe, "Even a blasting curse wouldn't have affected that wall... And the Dementors...how..."
Suddenly it was if someone had hit the panic button. Politicians screamed and ducked under their chairs and the Dementors screeched with an emotion that was never seen in them before.
Fear. Absolute, primal fear.
After all, this was probably the first time anyone, including the Dementors themselves, had seen a Dementor killed. The floating creatures went into a craze, but before they could find their comrades' murderer…
Blam. Blam. Blam.
The moment Eridan jumped through the Arch, he went into military mode. It distanced him from feeling anything, so when he was met with three rotten, ugly faces the second he got to the other side, he fired away.
Blam.
Twenty became Fifteen.
He heard a collective gasp, and ran for cover. As he weaved through the bottom of the place, Eridan surmised from his surroundings that he was in a chamber. Judging from the gavel that sat on the pedestal near a wrinkly, cowering human, the troll also deducted that he was in a Justice Hall, in the middle of the trial. It was then that more of those things started to come after him, so Eridan hardened his exoskeleton and fired again, his aim true.
Blam.
Fifteen became Ten.
A bloodthirsty smile donned his face, not that anyone could see him as he weaved below the pandemonium happening in the seats above him, and aimed again. Time to show them why he was called 'Fish Hitler' by his FLARP peers.
Blam.
Ten became Nine. The creatures started to congregate and scatter wildly, afraid and angry. Eridan pulled the trigger.
Blam.
Nine quickly became Six. Those things like to go in groups don't they? Oh well, easy pickings it is. And here he hoped for some fun…
Blam.
Six became Four, the remainder screeching almost as loud as a seadweller taking in Seaspeak above water. The screaming from the humans above seemed to be competing with these things, should he silence them too?
Blam.
Four became Two. Two very afraid rotten floaty things with tattered garments. Maryam would have flipped her shit if she were here.
Blam.
Two became One. The last remaining one was screeching in sheer terror. His horns could sense the fear emanating off it strongly as he prowled up to it. Seeing itself outnumbered, it backed away. Eridan, however, did not relent. He was genocidal, and genocide meant a specific group targeted and eliminated. Genocide meant cruelty. Genocide meant death.
Genocide meant no survivors.
Backed into a corner, the thing actually whimpered in fright. There was something there that was stronger than it, far more powerful than anything this planet ever had. Eyeless sockets gazed into violet eyes, before it was met with the sight of a white crystal, the glowing white energy gathering in its tip. Eridan pulled the trigger.
Blam.
One became Zero.
What in Merlin's name did he just witness?
Twenty Dementors, all lying dead on the stone floor of the Veil Chamber. Some corpses, some completely turned to ash. No survivors, none, not one. During the last one's demise, Harry caught sight of the person who killed them all, before the room was engulfed in the light of the blue rifle's blast once more. A screech of pure fear, pure terror, and yet it did not reach Harry's heart. He knew the moment it expired, feeling the room warm up a little more, like it was doing as each passing Dementor had dropped.
They were left in total silence after that.
People started to pick themselves up from their hiding places, letting out shuddering breathes and breathing deeply. Harry cast his gaze to Fudge and Umbridge, who were sporting looks of unhidden terror. While he didn't care for what they felt, he could understand. You order twenty Dementors to kill a criminal. They are all blown to ash by something that is most likely not Black and somehow is powerful enough not only to kill Dementors, but blow clear holes in the chamber as well. Though to Harry, it served them right.
All eyes turned to the figure, but since it was far below the seats in the chamber, all they could clearly see was the swishing violet cape and the large dark blue rifle they held. The figure seemed to look around before heading to the Veil's entrance, before sticking their free arm in. When the arm came back out, it was holding the arm of one healthy looking Sirius Black, who was confused yet grinning like a loon.
"Sirius!"
Suddenly the chamber went into an uproar, with some officials (including Fudge and Umbridge, those foul, loathsome, evil cockroaches) firing spells at his Godfather. In the blink of an eye, the mystery person (who, Harry noted, was much shorter than Sirius) blasted his rifle again, causing the ceiling the shudder and start to fall. This was definitely a sign to start leaving, and soon there was a mad rush to get out of the chamber as the stone started to fall from the ceiling, almost crushing a rather unfortunate wizard with puffy robes. Percy also ran out, but not before smiling and giving a wink to his father, Harry, and Kingsley. In the midst of the screaming and fleeing crowds, Amelia Bones briskly walked out, her head held high, nodding curtly at Harry once before making her way out.
The stone ceiling was now shuddering violently, and looked it was about to cave in. Sirius was starting to make his way over to where the three of them were, but the Dementor Killer had waltzed back up to the Veil and reached out for it. One second the Veil was standing there, as imposing as always. The next second, it had disappeared into thin air, as if it never existed in the first place. Harry didn't have time to gape as the ceiling finally started to give way, huge chunks smashing at where the Veil had stood just a few seconds ago. Tugging on a gobsmacked Mr. Weasley, Harry called out.
"Let's get out of here!"
This seemed to wake Kingsley and Arthur from their shocked stupor, and the five of them made their way out just as the rest of the ceiling met the floors with a resounding 'crash, bang, crunch'. Shacklebolt managed to drag them to a safer area, the empty courtroom that was a few doors away from the Veil Chamber that had almost never been used, and placed a few security charms to make sure no one could overhear them this time.
The moment he was assured that they were safe, Sirius engulfed Harry in a bear hug. Crushing? Yes. Welcome? Definitely. Harry let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
"I'm so happy you're back…" Sirius chuckled.
"So am I, Prongslet, so am I."
Shacklebolt cleared his throat, and the sentimental moment was over. The two of them broke apart and faced the Auror, who looked like he was trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle.
"If you would mind helping us, Sirius, I want to get some answers. What in Merlin's name did you bring from the other side of the Veil?!"
"I would like to know as well." Mr. Weasley added, "What I just witnessed was…frightening to say the least…" Sirius stared at them, confused.
"So he blew up a couple of walls and the ceiling, James and I did much worse when we were at school!" Harry's eyes widened at this. Did he not see the Dementors?
"…So you didn't…see what happened?" If it were possible, Sirius looked even more confused.
"What do you mean?" Sighing to himself, Harry began to explain.
"Sirius, the Minister had set up an execution for you. Before the weird light show and the whole 'blow up the room' fiasco, there was an ENTIRE SCORE OF DEMENTORS waiting for you to come out!"
"Dementors? I didn't see any Dementors! Scared them off, did you?" Sirius joked, but his smile dropped as he viewed the ashen faces up his Godson and fellow Order members.
"No, Sirius," said Mr. Weasley softly, shaking his head numbly, "They didn't flee. They're dead."
This time it was Sirius who began to pale drastically.
"Dead? But…but…how?!"
"That's what we want to know." explained Shacklebolt.
Silence reigned for a few seconds between the four frightened wizards before a voice rang out from the corner. A vaguely high pitched accented voice, one that that Harry had never heard before, spoke in a vaguely curious yet slightly miffed manner.
"Is there a problem wwith them bein dead? Forgivve me, but they didn't seem like somethin wworth savvin. Wwere they endangered to your planet or somethin?"
All at once, four heads whipped to the source of the sound. What Harry saw was the strangest sight of his life. Grey skin (no, not skin, there was some sort of natural armor there) with fins and sharp teeth. The creature had the same horns as the one during the Veil's light show, and Harry figured that the similarity was enough for them to be related in some way. However, his clothes were definitely more muggle, even though the cape was a little over the top, and he even had a pair of black hipster framed glasses. And one thing was for sure, this creature was either a short adult or very young. The way it carried itself had Harry leaning towards the former, but it had a youthful face, like a child's.
Sirius scratched the back of his head in an apologetic manner.
"Ah…sorry…I forgot in the excitement that you went through first." The creature huffed at that.
"You still didn't answwer my question. Wwhat is so bad about killin these 'Dementors'?"
"Well...errr...what's the best way to put it? Oh yeah. Kiddo, one does not simply KILL a Dementor." The creature put his hands on his hips, leaned forward and sneered, exposing his sharp teeth.
"Wwell, wwhy not? They wwere there to kill you, wwhy not revverse the roles?" To break up what was looking to be a rather long argument, Harry coughed into his hand.
"Erm…sorry…but who are you?" Harry asked, making Sirius stiffen and jump into action.
"Right. Eridan, this is Kingsley Shacklebolt, he's a Member of the Order and a right good Auror too…you remember what those are right? Brilliant! This is Arthur Weasley, he's also a Member of the Order, his youngest child, Ginny, is about a year older than you. And this, this is my Godson, Harry Potter."
He then turned to the three of them.
"Right. This is Eridan Ampora. He's the little alien bugger I've been telling you about. He's from a planet called Alternia, which is completely different from Earth, and he's here to learn Magic, Earth Culture, and help fight old Snake Face."
Eridan extended his hand to them.
"A pleasure to meet you." Eridan scrutinized Kingsley, "Why do you have a different skin pigment than the others?" Sirius facepalmed.
"Right. Earth lesson one. Humans had different skin colors, kinda like you Trolls have different blood colors."
"Oh…"
"Trolls? Blood colors? It will be an experience working with you!" Mr. Weasley said brightly as the two shook hands, before noticing Eridan's strange hand structure, "Merlin, three fingers and a thumb…claws…fascinating…"
"Says the creature wwith an extra digit on each hand…" Eridan retorted with humor before turning to Harry and smiling.
His eyes then traveled up towards his scar and his demeanor changed.
What used to be normal, circular pupils thinned into frightening vertical slits. The fins on the sides of his head lowered and flattened towards his skull. Black lips pulled back to show the extra row of sharp teeth as the alien actually started to growl at him. Then the same rifle that he killed the Dementors with appeared out of thin air, into his hands. Soon Harry found himself face to face with the glowing crystal that was ready to blow him into ashes.
"E-Eridan? What's going on?"
So humans have different hair colors and skin colors? Curious, and all so fascinating! Eridan turned to greet the third and, according to Sirius, the most important individual. Harry Potter, his Godson. Physically, if you took away the difference of age and race, he and the human teen did not look all that different, except Harry had a lightening shaped scar…
The moment his eyes came in contact with the scar, his horns went haywire once more. As he peered closer and closer, the figure before his started to distort as his eyes picked up the malicious thing inside.
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Blood red eyes that held an anger and hatred that not even Karkat (what a softie on the inside) possessed, bone white skin and a smile that Eridan had only seen in the mirror. But the aura coming from this abomination in waves was suffocating, because its very existence was wrong. It sent him back on guard.
"Parasite…"
His earfins twitched as he heard it whisper back, speaking of 'mudbloods' and 'traitors' which would have been understandable but this was a Parasite.
He's heard of these things, if only in story. Some lowbloods from the ancient Rebellion days, prolonging their 'life' by attempting to split their souls and using the split parts as anchors to the mortal realm. Weak, cowardly trolls, who latched parts of their very essence into objects using their psychic abilities. Worse yet, there were those that latched the pieces onto highbloods, absorbing their vessel's own life essence as nourishment.
Those were dark times on Alternia. One that is never mentioned except in old, archaic books.
How did a human manage to create a Parasite? And why? The knowledge of how to create one was practically wiped off the planet millions of sweeps ago! Not only that, but the Empress before Her Imperious Condescension had all written knowledge of those things burned. Anyone holding any knowledge of the Parasites were culled on site, Hemospectrum be damned. With is why Eridan never talked about the tome that lied inside his library, the one he opened once and never did again.
His fingers twitched, and soon the comforting presence of Ahab's Crosshairs materialized into his hands. Eridan lifted the nozzle, taking aim. Killing it was all he could think of.
Kill…kill the Parasite…
"E-Eridan? What's going on?"
Eridan snapped out of his murderous trance, his pupils rounding as he recapchalogged his rifle and stared into the fearful emerald eyes of Harry Potter, who was pale with fear.
"Are you awware there is a Parasite residin in your head?" he asked bluntly, pointing at the scar that he refused to look at again.
"Parasite? In my scar?"
"I shall take that as a 'no' then. Howw humans managed to create those abominations is beyond me." Eridan glared at the ground with crossed arms, resisting the temptation to see it again.
"Wha…?"
"Looks like you know something we don't kid, but I think it'll be better to explain it to all of us at once. Back to headquarters then?" Sirius asked meekly, trying to break the tension.
Arthur Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt were standing there, pale and afraid, glancing at Eridan as if he were the monster.
Well, he was a monster according to Sirius' human morality, but that's not the point!
"Sirius, no offense, but this…alien...troll…killed twenty Dementors without even trying and just pulled his weapon on Harry. Is he really safe enough to bring into the Order?"
"If you can bear a Parasite and its vvessel, you can handle me." Eridan deadpanned.
"Look, I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about, but how about the two of us make a deal, okay? I don't attack you, you don't attack me. What do you say?" sighed Harry, who tentatively held his hand out to the young troll.
"Sounds fair. Wwe havve a deal, Harry." he replied, taking the hand.
Their eyes met, and each of them saw the other reflected inside. Two damaged souls pushed into a society of War. While there were striking differences both physically and mentally, there was definitely some crushing similarities that couldn't be ignored. And in these parts one can find understanding in the other, and right now, if there was truly a War raging on this wretched planet, then right now understanding is what they needed. Eridan hoped they could get past the differences first, as he could see he was going to have a problem helping the humans see his point of view. Harry in particular may be more receptive, but his human morality might stop him from doing certain things that Eridan would have done without missing a beat.
They both looked down for a moment, each of them in their own thoughts and musings. Suddenly, a clatter of objects fell to the floor, and Eridan and Harry immediately knelt down on the floor, yelling simultaneously in frustration.
"Argh! My glasses!"
Well, there was one similarity that couldn't be ignored. See? Progress.
Eridan's little outburst shook Sirius up a bit, along with the fact that the kid actually managed to kill a score of Dementors without batting an eye, but both his Godson and his alien friend already were trying to find common ground. There was quite a bit, even physically with the glasses and the raven black hair and the lightening shaped objects on their heads, but Sirius still had that niggling feeling that Harry was not who Eridan reminded the dog animagus of. It was there, in the back of his mind, and as the five of them were beginning to leave their little hideaway, the troll took one look and smirked, bloody smirked at him and mouthed out 'suppressed memory'.
This caused Sirius to sigh and shake his head. No matter how frightening Eridan can be sometimes with his foreign troll violence, he was still a little kid. A snarky, sarcastic, genocidal, bloodthirsty little kid, but a little kid nonetheless.
However, he was also an alien little kid. While Sirius could walk on a muggle street and not be cast a second glance, Eridan would attract attention for sure. After all, he's not really something you would see every day, and the last thing they needed while getting back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was unwanted attention. Sirius thought for a minute. Well, he didn't know if Disillusioning would be such a good thing, as he could easy lose track of the fast little alien bugger…
"Harry, do you have your Cloak on you?"
"Yeah, I always keep it on me in case of emergency. Why do you ask?"
"What do you think people will say about a grey-skinned, horned child with a big cape walking down the street in the middle of London?"
"…Point taken."
Harry took out his Invisibility Cloak from his jacket pocket and carefully presented it to Eridan, whose eyes had lighted up and were practically twinkling like Dumbledore's from the excitement. His hands shivered as he took the silvery fabric.
"It almost feel like the surface of the ocean…amazin…" Eridan's hands lightly stroked the hems.
"It's my Invisibility Cloak, it used to belong to my dad." Harry was a little uncomfortable saying the last half of the sentence, but the troll just inclined his head.
"Fascinatin. Can I ask about it later?" At this, Harry shrugged.
"Sure, I guess." If it were possible, Eridan looked even more excited.
"Wwonderful."
The small alien wrapped the cloak around himself, carefully making sure that the sharp tips of his claws and horns didn't catch on the fabric. Quickly, Sirius took his now-invisible hand to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. Arthur pulled out an old shoe.
"This Portkey will get us a block from home. Ready?" They each took hold of a part of the shoe.
"Eridan, please hold onto the shoe, it'll feel a little weird while travelling, but you have to make sure to not let go until I say so, okay?"
"Wwe are usin a shoe to do wwhat, exactly?"
"Well, humans don't have your Transporto-thingys so you're going to have to deal with a Portkey. I think Remus would be more than happy to explain to you what it is, but for now just do as I say, okay?"
"Vvery wwell."
Well, that went better than expected, since Sirius was certain Eridan was not the type of person to take orders from anyone. Maybe it was the excitement of learning all this new stuff. Seemed likely enough.
"Alright everyone, hold on tight!"
And they were off.
Oni: So yeah, another chapter over and done! As you can see, Eridan wasn't joking about being genocidal!
Eridan: I wwould nevver joke about that kind of thin. I am wwho I am.
Oni: *hugs him* Yes, yes you are...
Eridan: So, to the readers, wwhat did you think? Wwill I get along wwith the Order, or wwill there be problems?
Oni: Please tell us how you think in the Reviews!
Eridan: And so until next time...
Oni: My pretties!