Fantastic Otts, loved the brooding tone in this one (6 is one of the books I've got on the go this week, so it completely fits)


More Please! I'm greedy!

Ohh that was an amazing update!! I Loved it! Goodness it was so bleak!
Almost exactly like how the books are sometimes! You are an amazing writer Ottery keep it up!!

Prongs.RJGirl: Thank you Tina, and thank you for still reading. Hey, are you posting to your story, I love it, and I want to know what's gonna happen with Rose & Scorpius or Scorpius and his dad ... PAMS!

just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore ... when you lived inside of me, there was nothing I could conceive that you wouldn't do for me ...

Connie: It's actually my outlook on life Connie *turns away* You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore ... Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore ... (at least my view for the duration of this song) Thank you for the compliments though ... I do try.

hermionesclone: Hey Kita, I don't think you missed that much, it just looks that way I haven't really been posting to Human Nature I was otherwise occupied. But I'm back ... and lost ... and don't worry about not replying all the time, I have readers who never post *smiles at them* and I love them too. I love that you do post, though.

And I'm glad you liked my posts ...

Obi-Wan K'Lari: *Ahem* EVERYONE! This here sweet Lari Made me my siggy, even though I never asked. She's the sweetest person ever. She's my sweetness. It's been sitting in my Usernotes for a month now, I should check those more often, no? LOL Thank you so much Lari, you're super talented. And thank you for reading my story. Don't worry about keeping up I'm going real slow now LOL and Nanowrimo will probably make me go slower ... but I finish everything I start ... given a chance.

HannahLongbottom: Brooding? Indeed. But it's going to turn noir very soon. VERY SOON! Story wise I mean ... because it really depends how often I post, no? But nothing will stop me! Nothing! *fires the cannons* I will post more ... and write more even through Nanowrimo.

*Flower*: You're always too sweet Thea. *glomps* I'm gonna throw in more pokemon references which reminds me, you've never seen my lj username have you? Check it out in my vcard or whatever ... my two favorite pokemon make up the name. I thought it appropriate since I love 'em so much. And thank you for reading.

Thank you all for reading my story. I ♥ my Readers Invisible or not!

“Then the old codger was using Harry as bait,” Ron said, following it with a steady stream of obscenities that did not go unnoticed by the aurors around them but did by his mother.

Hermione gave him a look to boil water.

“It’s wrong is what it is Hermione. I don’t care what else might be served by it. It’s just plain wrong after everything Harry’s done for the wizarding world. He warned people soon enough about Voldemort but no one wanted to listen.”

Inside the station a crow watched them entering. It cawed but Ron and Hermione glanced at it promptly ignoring it wrapped up in their conversation.

♥

The black horse drawn carriage arrived, the horses’ heads capped with tiny hats which had large fluffy white plumes protruding, small green flags on the corners waving in the wind fluttering the family crest, and in case you missed them it was emblazoned in gold on the doors of the carriage. The carriage driver sat, nose in the air, ignoring all the muggle cars that were honking because he had cut them off and the footman walked over to open the door carrying steps.

With the opening of the door the message rang clear: the Malfoy’s had arrived.

Driving down the street a red jaguar took a curve crazily and drove down the street before slamming into a pillar and a brown haired boy jumped out of the car firing spells from his wand.

“Accio trunks!” the boy yelled and the trunk of the car opened and a row of trunks came flying out after him.

“You’ll never take me alive you evil …” The author blushes to think of what Teddy was screaming much less ponders for even a fraction of a second at the possibility of the thought of even repeating it here.

♥

AN: Short but sweet. I'm building up to something ... maybe just remember it's always darkest before it gets darker.

You found my colour at last! Thank you!

Right, I have questions, some of which you, Mr St.Catchpole have avoided answering...

1) Who on earth is this Chuck Norris you speak of?
2) What is Nanowrimo?
3) Do you still think I'm like McDonald's? (You said that on Bright Lights and I was a bit miffed. I hate McDonald's and places like that).
4) Who's disguising themselves as a crow to spy on our gang?
5) Have you tried yumberries? I have a glass of Cranberry, Yumberry and Blackcurrent smoothie and it rocks!

Yeah, that was short but sweet all right, and thats ok. Always greatful for your posts no matter the length. :heart2:
I'm loyal to Gryffindor to the end, so is it wrong of me to say how much I love the Malfoy's horses? They sound beautiful! I wish I could see them for real! Maybe I can redeem myself to say I'd love it if a bug flew up the carriage drivers' nose while it's stuck up in the air like that.

HannahLongbottom:

*cornered Ottery is forced to answer life's impossible question*

The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything is 42.

*runs some more*


I Am The Chuck

You might want to find Chuck Norris facts I can't post a link because some of them are bad or it's probably not SS friendly.


The greatest thing happening on earth every November ... and you all thought Thanksgiving was fun

1st go here: SS Nanowrimo HQ - SnitchSeeker.com

Then go here to the official site: National Novel Writing Month

My original quote was:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ottery St. Perry Mason

I'm loving your story ... just like Mickey D's.

To explain, 'I'm loving your story' was a pun on McDonald's slogan "I'm lovin' it" which is why I mentioned Mickey D's. I don't like fast food places myself I only eat there when I have to and sometimes I do but, thankfully not often. That said, I meant it as a compliment not as an insult.

I didn't mean your story or you were like Mickey D's, but rather that I was loving your story like I love Mickey D's. Which I do, but here again once in a great millenia because I really don't like fast food places a lot or mostly at all. So in conclusion, I love your story (what I've read) and I didn't mean it as an insult but rather a compliment (which I can edit if you'd like so there's no mention of Mickey D's in your fic). No harm meant. Honest.

I've never felt you were anything like a fast food place. Your story is obviously written with love and attention and isn't some quick made to order kind of thing like say: Human Nature.


That's a secret ... and who said it was a disguise? Crows can talk. I'll answer you like I answered Obi-Wan Animals in Ottery's stories talk. They just do. Go with it.


It actually sounds really good. Is yumberries like a soft drink or some health drink? I'd love to try it but no, I can honestly say I haven't sorry.



Connie:

Congratulations on your Wedding Anniversary I don't know if you mentioned it here or somewhere else but congratulations I think it's sweet. Anniversaries are love ♥

And thank you for your compliments ... who is that on your avvie btw?

And I don't mind if you like the Malfoy's. You've read Love is the music so you know how I felt about Draco, which is why i gave him the tragic origin that I did. I knew he was never evil. He never really ranked as Harry's arch nemesis so what could he be more than a boy who hated Harry? See? He's not evil, he's just a jerk and you can't hate him for that. So go on loving the horses, besides who can't love horses they PWN.

Now I wish there was a crow smilie Thea when you read this, it's a Murkrow btw.

Next up: Cormac and the Scooby gang don't get together ... yet.

Yay! I was told I was a geekgirl the other week because I was the only one in the room who knew what a Babel Fish was.

Ah! See I know my Hitch Hiker's, Martial Arts I do not know. I have only seen one Martial Arts film; Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and my friend who knows (too much) about these things says I shouldn't bother with any others as I've been spoiled.


See, I think my friend has been talking about this recently. I thought it was just a challenge she had set her self. My Uni course is just getting challenging, otherwise I might have given it a go. We don't celebrate thanksgiving here, but we do burn a Guy in effigy and set off fireworks.

Ah, see, I got confused. It's funny because that phrase "I'm lovin' it" actually never makes me think of McDonald's, it remind me of my first year at university (the first time around). A friend of mine used to say it all the time. You'd ask him how he was or what he thought of something and that was the reply you'd get. Then there was a song where that was almost the only line and then the McDonald's ad came out and he stopped saying it. You'd just get an enigmatic smile instead. Don't edit your quote, just use a purpley colour when you post a reply for me

By the way, I posted the last chapter of Bright Lights. I can't believe it's over



I can cope with a talking Teddy, talking animals should be no problem


Well, my friend bought me this smoothie because she thought it would be funny to get me something with Yum in the title. I'd never heard of them before, but it's sort of sweet yet tart. Very Yum.According to the box they have been grown in China for hundreds of years. They look a bit like pink Licorice Allsorts. *realises that Ottery probably has no idea what pink Licorice Allsorts look like*

So, Mr Ottery, more please! I love seeing that there's an update from you!

It wa short, but great for short!!!!! Yous ee Ottery, I haven't posted in forever, but I am suffering from a severe, severe illness called Writer's Block!!!!! Sorry!!!
Love,
Tina.

OMG, I never would have thought of the whole "bait" thing, but yer right.

Teddy Gotta love him.


This Twilight Moment is brought to you by my love and adoration:

Bella: OMG, you glitter!
Edward: Yeah, it's so unfair. Not only do we have superspeed, superstrength,
and supercoolness, but we glitter and we smell good, too.
Bella *drools*
Edward:I mean, look at my hair! Who can resist this?
You should run. It's not safe to be with me.
Bella: *drools more*

Ottery: Oh Edward! Kellybear: Oh Brother!

Don't think that you'll get away with this bit either Mr Ottery...

Your plots are far too complex and twisty turny to be slapped together like a McNasty burger! I love your fics! Pams please!

Thank you, everything about my hubby is love. We had a great time.
When I'm serious I never say anything without meaning it. You deserve every compliment you get. My avvie is Dan R. Doesn't look much like him does it? It must be from his theater performance is my guess, but I don't know. My heart always went out to Draco. He and Harry really have alot in comman. They were both raised without real love shown to them. They both were raised that there were classes of people. Pure Bloods- upper class; and muggles were scum. The Dursleys were upper class and Harry was scum. They are both leaders in their circle of friends, and lots more other things. The one big thing thats the same is they both were Marked by Lord Voldemort. The difference being Harry didn't choose to be marked, Draco did.
Harry will always be my favorite though!
One more thing if you don't mind? Are you a fan of Stargate Atlantis?

Harry made his way into the train and a compartment in the back without having to say too many ‘hello’s and ‘welcome back’ or ‘it’s good to be back’. The ‘Chosen One’ was in no mood to talk, nor did he feel up to the company of people.

His closest friends knew this. Neville and Luna entered the compartment and after asking if they could sit, seeing Harry’s nod they picked up on that he didn’t want to talk and so they kept to themselves. Harry sighed and leaned his head back against the seat hoping to fall asleep. He had been careful not to catch Luna’s eyes.

It was horrible everything that had happened. Worse than the time before at the ministry but, what had he expected? This was a war and there were going to be casualties. People were going to be hurt. Ron still had the scars from the attack by the brains; he was haunted by horrible dreams. Ron would never tell Harry but he had seen it firsthand staying over with the Weasleys.

It seemed like yesterday to Harry but, indeed, it was not. It had been the early part of the summer when Ron, Ginny and the others had come to ‘rescue’ Harry from trouble, only to land them all in more of it. Gone from the protection of the Dursley’s home the Death Eaters had decided to strike.

One minute, they laughed and sat inside a muggle café having coffee and tea and the next people there were running in a mad panic and magic blasts were exploding and firing everywhere all at once. Harry could not close his eyes and not hear Hermione’s screams of pain and Ron’s screams of helpless anguish and Harry wanted to scream. Next to him Neville and Luna talked about something mundane. Something mundane about the magical world but there was nothing Harry could do to make himself interested in UFO’s or as Luna quaintly called them Unidentified Farting Omens. Seriously, how couldn’t he find that funny? Yet, he couldn’t in light of all the thoughts torturing his mind.

Hannah Abbot walked into the room smiling gleefully. She asked to sit with them and Neville said yes, Luna offered her a Quibbler, while Trevor eyed her suspiciously. Harry merely stared out the window.

On the platform Ottery dragged his trunk all the luggage carts mysteriously in use. Teddy having evaded capture snuck in his trunks filled to the brim with assorted Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes products and various kinds of munitions.

“This is ridiculous, how can all the carts be gone?” Ottery complained.

“Need help there. Otts?” Ernie Macmillan asked politely.

“I’ve got it covered, Ern.”

“That’s not how you do it, Otts,” came the familiar voice of Cormac McClaggan. The boy picked up the trunk and hoisted it over his shoulder. It was done with the ease of picking up a piece of paper and it didn’t hurt that it displayed his very muscular physique as girls began to note around them.

“I told you it was about time you got yourself a servant,” Draco muttered walking by flanked on either side by Crabbe and Goyle who carried his luggage.

Cormac just stood there staring at Draco Malfoy as Ernie tried diplomatically to stifle a giggle. In seconds, the Gryffindor boy realized that he had been made the punch line to a joke and he made as if to fling the whole trunk at Draco Malfoy’s laughing figure.

“Cormac!” Ottery cried out, “Down boy, down.” He patted the Gryffindor’s strong muscular arm. “It’s okay, Cormac. Malfoy’s just …”

“Being his usual brilliant self,” Teddy exclaimed walking up to the group. He took a cigar out of his robes pockets and proceeded to cut an end then lit
it. “What about you lot?”

“Hey, Ted,” Cormac nodded.

“Well, I’ve got to be going,” Ernie said a little put off by Teddy’s cigar smoke. Diplomacy could only take you so far.

“You’d better put that out if you don’t want to get in trouble.” Ottery told his friend.

“You’re still a pincushion, I see,” Teddy answered.

“Yeah well beats being a fascist pig.”

“Commie.”

“Black shirt!”

“Bleeding Heart.”

“Heartless hound!”

“Hound, Otts, seriously?” Teddy exclaimed.

“Oh STFU! You know what I meant and you know it’s true. And where the devil were you when I was in Hong Kong?” the dark haired boy ranted but Teddy had not heard him as at that same instant he had been screaming something himself.

“Where the devil were you when I was at the rendezvous in Switzerland?”

“Switzerland?” Ottery gazed at his mate puzzled.

“I’d bought you chocolates and everything,” Teddy said turning away. He’d whispered it but Ottery had caught it.

“I’m sorry, Ted, I was busy trying to stay alive.”

“Yeah, well, don’t do it again,” the brown haired boy said, he shoved an ornate wooden box at Ottery and made a mad dash away from one of the train station attendants.

“Hey you! No smoking on the platform! It causes cancer and this is a steam engine we make steam we don’t need smoke too!”

“That Teddy’s crazy, isn’t he?” Cormac remarked a tall lumbering beautiful figure holding Ottery’s trunk over his shoulder.

Ottery smiled, and replied, “Yeah, but I wouldn’t trade him for all the gold in Gringotts.”

“I’ll tell you what I’d give all that gold for,” and he nodded his head at a frizzy haired girl standing in the middle of a crowd of Weasleys.

“Ron?” Ottery asked blushing.

“Hermione, you daft basilisk.”

“Oh, because you know Ron’s spoken for,” Ottery warned.

“C’mon, Otts, lets go find a compartment.” Cormac said, “Then you can tell me about how you spent your summer, and maybe you can drop a note to Hermione for me.”

♥

NEXT: All my readers miraculously come back ... I hope ... or an extraneously long wait & & Malfoy.

Now paging Obi Wan K'Lari to the first post please. Now paging Obi Wan K'Lari to the first post of this story please.

I had it as my siggy for weeks hoping you'd see it, then I got this even better brilliant idea

I'm feeling cheeky, so I'll sneak in now.

Poor, heart broken boy.

Well, I laughed!

There's my girl!

A cringing little weasel? Excellent to see Cormac getting an outing, hardly ever see him in fics.

Love those two! Such sophisticated reparte!

Luffed it! You daft basilisk! Excellent!

I hope that you update soon!

I love ze OttttttttttttttySt.<3

&& his awesome writing, of course.

So, I read this post this morning no yesterday morning around 7 and wanted to post all day long, but, I wondered if maybe you get tired of reading gee wiz another great post.(which I have to say it really was). Thinking about this story all day made me wonder a few things. If I can inquire as to the where abouts of Lupin and Nicholas. They vanished it seems and no one has heard from them. And also, I was wondering if we will ever know who the girl was that snuck in and visited Ottery when he was a prisoner. She undid his chains and gave him a drink. She also told him there was an Angel in the city. He knew who she was, but she wouldn't let him say her name.
I loved the bantering between Ottery and Teddy in this post. And I loved, loved, loved, when Cormac was going to throw Ottery's trunk at Malfoy. Ottery is most always on top of his emotions, but just then he nearly lost them when all his exlposives and trinkets were about to be exploded on Malfoy. Can't wait to read more. Sorry this was so long, I guess I better not wait all day next time to post.

Chapter: None of us speaks about the monsters …

Ron and Hermione walked down the train toward the prefects compartment. They shared an odd silence watching the other children boarding the train or rushing past them to find empty compartments. Ron’s usual humorous demeanor had vanished and Hermione’s usually chatty nature and constantly reprimanding attitude seemed shelved in a cupboard somewhere.

Teddy looked around trying to find a place to hide from the obnoxious train station attendant while Colin Creevy kept taking his picture and Colin’s little brother tagged along with his mouth wide open. The brown haired boy tried to shoo them away but the boys were persistent.

Dean laughing ran around trying to find Ginny, smiling and waving hello to everyone he had missed over the summer. Seamus, walking behind him, sulked. And so the students boarded the train and made their way around it in preparation for the start of another term at Hogwarts.

Elsewhere he sat alone, his thoughts like flies buzzing over a harried corps bothering Draco Malfoy with remembrances of what his mother had said.

Narcissa had turned away from him, but not before the Slytherin had caught a glimpse of her cheeks stained with tears. Whoever that man was, he had made his mother cry. Still, Draco’s thoughts buzzed incessantly when he thought of that man, he seemed so familiar to Draco but from where he could not tell.

The Slytherin sat in a compartment alone, on the way to what was likely to be his last term at Hogwarts. The blonde haired boy had dismissed all company -- even Pansy who loved soothing Draco with the multiplicity of her charms -- out of a desire to lose himself in the most recent past. Draco sighed and leaned his head back against the seat hoping to collect his thoughts.

Draco Malfoy had been allowed to visit Lucius only once in Azkaban. The Dark Lord had been kind, even allowing that as a kind of present for the young Slytherin after his initiation into the Death Eaters and before receiving his first assignment as a soldier of the Dark Lord.

If Draco had thought that visiting his father would help anything -- and there were too many things that needed attention at once -- the Slytherin soon learned that he had made a foolish assumption. Lucius rebuked Draco for letting his incarceration happen.

To Draco’s way of thinking it had not been his fault that that stupid Weasley girl had hexed him with a bat bogey, or that Crabbe and Goyle were such spazzes. Draco realized that he definitely needed better henchmen if he planned to go anywhere in life.

The visit kept playing over in his mind, again and again, like a film reel in an endless loop. His brain would not let him rest, as if the visit contained some all important piece of information that could help him in the way that his father could not with what the Dark Lord had entrusted him to do.

The prison cells were nothing but stone, carved out of the earth, as if to bury alive the mistakes of the ministry‘s past officers. Azkaban was something wholly medieval. Skeletons hung from shackles in tattered robes down dungeons leading to cells in the lower levels where Azkaban housed the worst prisoners in all of the wizarding world. There was dankness and darkness where things lurked, slithered and watched gazing into the light fearful of it and the light flickering weakly sputtering on torches which if they died out would cast the dungeons in darkness and release all the beasts of night.

Draco Malfoy felt as if he were traversing catacombs to the depths of purgatory. The scene too surreal, Draco Malfoy his mother beside him making every attempt not to soil her clothes with the filth of the place, dressed in the finest clothes galleons could attire them in, visiting the family patriarch in prison.

Many things had changed as Draco did not know, since the break out at Azkaban and the mass exodus of Dementors. The more dangerous captives had been moved to the lower catacombs. As the ministry still feared a return of the Dark Lord’s minions to free his followers. His father among them.

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Summer experience made them grow up too quickly. Sad they missed out on what should have been.
I wish he had a better life to go into.
Azkaban sounds even worse than JK writes it. You always outdo your talented self.

Ok. Now i really missed a lot. So sorry! Here's my comments for the posts i missed:

1st post: Why is it that i don't like the sound of that crow? Something very spooky. Wow! "Black horse drawn carriages" Talk about gloomy (i'm not complaining ). Woah! Those horses are creepy! The Malfoys. I knew it had to be some rich, snobby people who are on the dark side. Wow! Talk about dramatic! Go Teddy! He was cool! Wonder why he needs the trunks? Hm...

2nd post: The first paragraph was...wow! Poor Harry! That's so sad on him! Haha! "Unidentified Farting Omens" That's so funny! Trust Luna to make normal things funny or weird. Haha! That argument between Ottery and Teddy is just classic! Loved it.

3rd post: I loved the way you described how Ron and Hermione changed. I never thought i'd say this but poor Draco! That must have been so sad for him! He's got to worry about his father and his mother. And then his own problems. I loved the way you described Azkaban as well. And i loved the way you ended it.

So, there you go. My comments for the posts i missed. Great posts! Loved them! Can't wait for more!
Kita
PS: Sorry i took long to reply!

Connie: Where to begin ... The summer thing will wear off with the passing of time This chapter is very dark unfortunately so ... well everyone doesn't make it out alive. But this story is a romantic comedy a little so ... don't expect just darkness I promise there will be love and light. Just not any time soon.

You surprise me Connie, *Ottery is a severe Marxist*


What could be better than money and priviledge born of the sweat of the labor of the working classes (here the house elves). That he's miserable is his own choice he could be happy living with evil parents just read Runaways the comic book ... no wait, they end up killing their parents well there you go Draco that's one way to deal with the sitch.

hermionesclone: Kita don't worry about missing anything sweetie, you really can't miss it since it doesn't go anywhere I'm glad you're still reading and I love your comments whenever you get a chance to drop me some. Seriously. We've all got busy lives and you've been one of my loyalest readers right up there with Connie and I really appreciate that. I seriously do. It's hard to write when you don't have an audience. But if you're going to be a writer you learn to do it (Otty does it!) but fanfiction is different and having an audience makes it so much more pleasant to do. Thak you for reading and seriously, don't worry about posting right after every post. I'm just glad you're still with us. Thank you.

I knew the Malfoy's entrance had to be dramatic you know how rich and haughty they are still there will be more revelations about Draco coming

Harry's had it rough and it's only going to get darker. I hadn't realized until now you all are telling me but this is one of the darkest chapters in the story ... things will get worse before they get even more worse.

Everybody is loving Draco I'm going to have to have him do something seriously heinous so you all remember he's a bad guy *makes note*

Thanks for your comments Kita but more than that thank you for sticking with my story.

<-- means Otty was here

P.S. ~ It's kewl seriously.

Everyone check out my new fic. I can't help it ... I'm addicted to this stuff.

A Christmas Carol: An Adventurous Holiday Romance or How Teddy & Ottery save Christmas from sure Armaggedon or something like that

Chapter: “I get up in the evening and I ain’t got nothing to say … you can‘t start a fire without a spark …”

Water dripped down from the sewer pipes above the long tunnels under the city. This dark damp underworld where all the upper world’s refuse came carted down and pushed and thrown and discarded amidst soiled brown water to be the home to rats, vermin, roaches, and other darker more disgusting creatures. It was here, hidden away, skulking like a beaten creature preparing to strike at all that is good and all that he envies and is forbidden him not because he is not offered it but merely because he reviles it for being offered him, the Dark Lord plotted.

The Dark Lord stood from his makeshift throne of skulls and paced the room. Surrounded by his Death Eaters, he thought. They watched with infinite patience and silence, to do otherwise would mean certain death.

“We need to send them a message. A message that tells them that no one is safe. Not a one … they must know what I mean to do. I mean to usher in an era where my will reigns supreme,” the Dark Lord hissed.

“What are you saying, sir?” Narcissa dared to ask.

Bellatrix looked at her with a warning stare. It was not wise to interrupt the Dark Lord. Narcissa ignored it, she twisted the bracelet on her wrist. It was a mistake to wear it, it had been a gift from Sebastian.

“We will have a culling.”

“Is that not what we’re already doing, lord?” Wormtail asked made brave by Narcissa’s question.

“Silence oaf!” his words were followed by a blast that left a singe mark on the stone floor. Wormtail cowered into himself and Snape standing next to him rolled his eyes as if to say, “I told you to just shut up and listen.”

“This will be a culling on the Hogwart’s Express. They value their children so much let them know just how no one is safe from me.”

Bellatrix eyed Severus Snape but he made no move discernible to anyone. It bothered her how cold and cool he was, still, she would never trust that fool who had so readily betrayed them before and had spent all of the years she’d suffered in Azkaban as a free man.

“Go. Now! Separate the wheat from the chaff and make a bloody affair of it.” The Dark Lord commanded and everyone bowed and made to obey.

A day later, the wheat and the chaff were busy milling about the train as it left the station.

A few blocks away and many below from the station and yet above from the Dark Lord’s headquarters’ the Ministry of Magic office of Defense was abuzz.

“You’re sure about this?” the man asked.

“I don’t joke around about something like this,” Shacklebolt replied. “I got it from a man on the street. Veritaserum.”

“Dam nations,” Scrimgeour ran a hand through his thinning hair and looked up at the clock as Shacklebolt had already done.

“It’s too late, the train left the station thirty minutes ago. Per school security reasons the train’s actual route is a secret and …” Shacklebolt stopped mid sentence. He did not need to inform the Minister of Magic of the obvious.

“Then we’ve got no choice. Inform Dumbledore. Send him an owl and send everyone we can to find that dam train.”

“On brooms, we can’t apparate onto the train.”

“Then how the devil did those fools get on it?”

Shacklebolt shrugged his shoulders. There were too many magical ways to cheat and find yourself aboard the Hogwart’s Express.

But... But.... But...... You can't do that! That order actually made my stomach churn!

(alright, you can, but I don't want you to! My man had better come through it ok!)

I loved the imagery in that, you gave me chills, and I'm warm and toasty!

Not everyone is loving Draco, just how he's written I can't bring myself to like the bouncing little weasel.

And Yay for Kingsley. He's swiftly becoming my new obsession.

Just to let you know, the Teddy Lupin's Short competition entries have posted. Go vote everyone!

Doesn't everyone want a better world to live in, watch our children, and grandchildren grow up in? We don't all have to have the same political views to get along and do our best to make the world a better place.
Well, she does have a lot on her mind, what with her HUSBAND in prison, and her only son doomed to the life she lives in fear of, the poor dear. Great post Ottery as always. Oh, and by the way: I don't mind the dark, it adds to the suspense, and your so good at making the light come on at just the right time.

I loved your dungeon description here, so much more menacing than mine, and I ALMOST (oh, it was sooo close) felt sorry for Draco. He came within millimeters of being...human.

Loved the part about the new henchman, too

*needs coffee and croissants*

You. Wouldn't. Dare.