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It's the End of the World as We Know it & I Feel Fine or How to Save a Life - Sa13+ By Ottery St. Catchpole In which Ottery falls madly in love…Ron’s just cute…Harry *sighs* is trying to save the world AGAIN…Teddy tries to take it over…Hermione knows it all…Seamus & Dean are at it again…and I introduce an umpteen number of new characters even more subplots and a lot of chaos, crossing my fingers and praying that this whole mess makes sense to someone, soon, secretly not caring if it does. Simply put, this is So NOT a sequel to Love’s. AGAIN! Since the last time, this fic was deleted, not by me, and not by choice. *Fires the cannons* Once upon a time…in Harry’s fourth year…the world as we know it came to an end…but I’m getting ahead of myself, lets start at the beginning of the term, or a bit earlier, even. Like JKR always does, maybe we should begin with our hero in the midst of summer. *Turns back the pages of the book* Ciudad de Mexico “Que demonios! Ustedes no son los plomeros?” The man in the suit exclaimed angrily, his hand going under his coat. “Mie-” The little teddy bear in the blue jump suit exclaimed, quickly throwing his plunger at the guaruda. “Teddy!” The fifteen-year-old boy exclaimed cutting him off from saying something obscene. The Mexican boy was given to a finer nature and softer demeanors, his teddy bear however was not, which made them the oddest couple. More often than not it led to incessant bickering, and not a few assassination attempts; at the moment though they were working together for a common goal. Saving the world, though exactly for what purpose they were both divided on. At the moment though, the world needed saving, and badly. The plunger hit the man square in the face, buying the boys some time. As the thug swung his arms wildly around Ottery pocketed the computer disk and ran for the door, Teddy stopped to kick the thug in the shins. “Teddy do you know what this means…I mean…Teddy. Teddy?” Ottery looked around and noticed that his knee high companion was missing. He turned to look and found him kicking the thug. Ottery sighed, rolled his eyes and ran back to get him. “C’mon you pint sized menace, we need to tell the world about this?” |
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If you start having feelings of deja vu ... it's cuz this isn't the first time I post What's up gang? :lol: I feel compelled to warn you ... this story existed before under the name of: MARS ATTACKS! I got avvies and everything, I gotta bring those laters ... just ... well ... thought you all should know. I'm glad to see you're all here ... I hope you don't mind the signature weirdness ... :lol: so here goes, without further ado ... the continuation of chapter one ... http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d1...y/72139394.jpg Rupert ... isn't he just the cutest? :glomp: And now back to our show ... |
It's all coming back to you now ... LOL Still Ciudad de Mexico or El DF ;) “I had him right were I wanted him, you dork.” The little brown bear complained, swinging his arms, trying to get the boy to drop him, which he promptly did letting the little fur ball fall on his bum. “C’mon. We need…” “To stay exactly where you are. If you don’t want to be sporting a casket,” another thug exclaimed pointing a seriously wicked weapon at the boys. “Okay, this is so not happening,” Ottery replied, raising his hands in the air. His wand was up his sleeve but he needed his hands down to get it. “I’ll take care of this dink, Otts,” the tiny bear said. He was stopped short by a shot, and the sound of a plunger popping off the other thugs face. The situation was growing very dire, very quickly. The English speaking thug began to laugh at his friend whom he had just noticed taking off the plunger. The bear took the opportunity of the distraction to knock him down. Being a small plush animal, however, the endeavor proved fruitless. This new distraction though meant Ottery could put his hands down and get his wand. “Stupefy,” Ottery exclaimed knocking out the thug Teddy was fighting with. He felt someone grab his hand. Ottery aimed high and elbowed the perpetrator in the face knocking him to the ground. “Maybe you’re not such a wuss after all kid,” the bear said surprised at the boy’s audacity. Whenever his friends needed him, Ottery was there, that was what friendship was all about, having someone to care about who cares as much about you. “Yeah, well, c’mon you can buy me a butterbeer later,” the boy said bashfully. It wasn’t often Teddy handed out compliments. They ran out of the office and down the hall, ahead of them it divided in two directions. “Left or right?” Teddy asked, running beside the dark skinned boy. “Right, its never failed me before.” As they rounded the corner, they stopped seeing a pack of henchmen waiting at the end of the long hall, all of them wearing dark suits and grim expressions. “Okay, there’s a first time for everything,” Ottery exclaimed. They turned and started running in the opposite direction. They didn’t get very far when they were stopped by another group of thugs waiting at the other end of the hall, equally as menacing and not half as pleasant. “Is that a katana?” Teddy asked an awed grin on his face. It was at the top of his Christmas list. “I’ll get you one for Christmas, c’mon,” Ottery exclaimed grabbing the bear by the collar of his shirt. They started back running down the hall they had just come up. “You know this leads to a large window at the end,” the bear said matter of factly, as he took out a cigar and started lighting up. “Yeah.” “And that it’s like a lot of stories down.” “If you’ve got a point Teddy,” Ottery said ducking flying shuriken. “This is so cool. We’re fighting ninjas,” Teddy replied excitedly. “No we’re running away from ninjas,” Ottery corrected. “Glass window, twelve O’clock,” Teddy exclaimed sarcastically, as bullets began whizzing past. “Love’s funny!” Ottery yelled as they broke through the window and started falling from the 100th floor of the high rise. :gryff: :slyth: |
And more ... *yawns* An ocean away on another continent, envisioning happier days a bespectacled boy with an unruly shock of hair and a scar on his forehead sat outside the backyard of his Uncle’s home. Harry was sitting on a stone table beneath a tree he climbed when Aunt Marge had brought her dogs. That had been a while back though. Just last summer he had blown up his aunt but not before hexing her dog when she wasn’t looking. The annoying mutt had chased him up the tree too many times not to merit some of those stunning curses. Harry was sitting outside, enjoying the bright sunlight and the soft breeze blowing carrying with it the potential of a young summer that promised to be wonderful at the Burrow. Harry could not stand the idea of spending another minute in the Dursley’s home, not if he could help it. Uncle Vernon, had reluctantly agreed to let Harry leave, it meant getting him out of the house and that was always a good thing. There was less likely chance of odd happenings like his sister blowing out, or oddly dressed figures showing up at his house. Heaven’s knew the neighbors were nosy people they were always watching for anything odd and out of the ordinary. Marge could attest to that she was always watching to see what the neighbors were up too. Harry made a point of keeping his uncle happy by not being around if he could help it. Namely, spending the day in what had once been Dudley’s spare room or outside, trying to avoid Dudley and his idiot mates. Harry missed his friends dearly — Ron and Hermione — they were easily worth all the gold in the world, those two. They were the sweetest of friends, with them he had gone through many adventures. Harry was kind of hoping for a seriously quiet term this year. But the prophecy from the year before bothered him. It promised the return of Lord Voldemort. Still, it was hard to be scared of the possibility of something so dark and sinister on such a bright sunny day, with the birds singing in the sky, and the clouds looking like so much cotton candy. Harry looked at his watch and counted the hours until Ron and his family would get there to take him away. They were going to go see the Quidditch World Cup this year. :gryff: |
oh look some more ... Flying was not one of Ottery’s inherent abilities, and neither was it the teddy bears regardless of his being magically alive. So Ottery and Teddy fell to their untimely deaths… *Ottery interrupts* No we didn’t. *Narrator replies* Well it would have been more exciting if you two fell to your deaths and died. It has more drama. *Teddy* You want maybe I should murderate him? *Ottery holding Teddy back replies to the Narrator* Stick to the story wouldja? Narrator: Fine, but my way would have been infinitely more dramatic… <_< Flying without a broom was not in a wizard boy’s repertoire of abilities. But Ottery was no ordinary boy, having been born in 1905. Unfortunately, through his carelessness, and by a bizarre turn of circumstance he had been cursed to stay fifteen until he could find a spell to break the curse he was under, but more on that laters. So, while Ottery had the experience of an old man there was still the obnoxiousness of a teenage boy to contend with. His fond attachment for his enchanted teddy bear, didn’t help matters either. *Teddy fires the cannons at the narrator and the narrator ducks* So, they fell twenty stories, screaming, before Teddy slapped Ottery and reminded him, he could apparate, and five stories closer to the ever nearing concrete they suddenly disappeared. The boys fell onto the hard concrete floor of a nearby parking lot. Next to them was a black, souped up Model T Ford, The Teddy Mobile. Yellow flames were painted along the sides, it had a retractable rooftop, and on the back where the spare wheel would have gone a rocket tail stuck out. The little bicycle horn attached to the driver’s side had been Ottery’s idea. “Ow, my a--,” Teddy started. Ottery coughed loudly to remind the little bear that he was there but it was no use, the little bruin was off, cursing up a storm. “The cars right bloody there! You couldn’t have maybe apparated us like two feet over to the right!” “Look Teddy I’m sorry. Falling from a high rise tends to mess with my concentration a little, okay?” “You’re an idiot! I should just kill you know,” Teddy called out. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” Ottery yelled back, sitting on the hard concrete, and wishing he’d transfigured the ground into pillows. “Would you?” Teddy exclaimed opening the side door of the four-seater and taking out a canon barrel. “You wouldn’t?” Ottery asked, though he knew that Teddy so totally would. Ottery of course had taken the precaution of hiding all the fuses, so Teddy couldn’t light the cannon. “Dumbledore calling Ottery. Can you hear me Ottery? I mean…that is what you wanted me to say, isn’t it? Funny thing. Sounds like what this chap was saying one time in a muggle film I went to see with an old girlfriend.” Ottery pushed past Teddy, who was loading a cannonball into the cannon barrel. He opened the front door of the Model T and popped open the glove compartment. There amidst a load of crumpled up speeding tickets Teddy had never paid was the mirror Dumbledore had given him to stay in touch with. “Yeah, later Wulfric, saving the world here,” Ottery replied dismissively. “Where you able to find it?” Dumbledore asked unperturbed by the boy’s short remark. “No, but we found something else even more interesting. Look, I’m going over there … ” Teddy pushed Ottery to the passenger seat and climbed in. “You could say excuse me. Manners, HELLO!” Ottery exclaimed offended. Just then there was the sound of shots echoing in the subterranean parking lot. “Oh, yeah, we’re still in the parking lot of the same building.” The henchmen had obviously found out where the boys had ended up and had quickly followed them. Hitting the ignition button, the large rocket engine in the back roared on, shattering and blowing out the windows of the car parked behind them. “I told you, we shouldn’t have parked so close,” Ottery said in his best ‘I told you so’ voice. “What are you, my mother? Shut up and hold on,” Teddy shot back, to a pouting Ottery. “We’re coming home Dumbledore,” Ottery remarked. “I’ll get out the tea things then,” the old wizard replied. “Do be careful Ottery.” “Aren’t I always?” The boy asked and the old man gave him a crooked smile that asked, “Seriously boy, who are you trying to fool?” :yoshi: :gryff: :monkey: |
The Riddle House had laid empty for many years. Its walls covered in ivy, and the windows in grime, the upper rooms smelled of moisture and rotten wood from seeping rain that had come in through the leaky roof, and the whole place had a stale, musty smell pervading it. The furniture in the house lay covered under white sheets, at least once they had been white, now they were a dingy gray color with the years and dust that lay on them. All the rooms were cold and dark except one on the top floor. There warm, bright flames crackled in the fireplace, a large chair sitting in front of it. “I will return Wormtail, more powerful and dangerous than ever before.” The figure behind the large chair attested. “Make no mistake on that. Certain preparations must be made for my arrival, and you must tend to them. You and my most loyal servant.” The cowering, hunched figure of the traitorous Peter Pettigrew stood sniveling beside the fireplace, gazing at the floor, fearful of the figure in the chair. Too cowardly to dare gaze on the very creature that even now spoke to him, and perhaps as wary of the one curling itself around his legs. Nagini hissed at Wormtail. It seemed as if the snake loved toying with him, but had Wormtail been a creature of more foresight he would have understood just how necessary he was, just then, to the Dark Lord and just how weakened he was in his present state. Still, there were ways in which the Dark Lord had ensured his immortality, and Peter was not about to test his master’s vengefulness. So, he cowered, whimpering his replies and secretly cursing his vile luck. Peter had been forced to come looking for his old master for need of his protection. It was his way, much as it was Snape’s, to seek the safety that stronger beings afforded them. “Wormtail you fool! It is time to milk Nagini again. I grow thirsty and I will have my all my desires quenched. All of them,” he called out at Peter who had been lost in thought. “Yes master,” the sniveling wretch replied as he shivered as much from fear as contempt. :slyth: |
The dark haired boy was leaning out of the window sticking his tongue out at the henchmen who were still firing, throwing shurikens, and just plain running after them on foot in a futile attempt to stop them. “You think maybe I should moon ‘em?” Ottery asked, as the teddy bear popped in a CD. “It’s a bit early for the victory party isn’t it?” Teddy asked, as he looked at his side view mirror. “Holy –” The dark haired boy smacked his friend upside the head to keep him from being obscene when he noticed what Teddy had been cursing. A large tank was coming after them. “Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear. Looks too darn close to me. Floor it Teddy!” The boy yelled. “Sit down Grandma, I’m driving,” Teddy replied putting on his sunglasses, and shifting gears as he hit the accelerator button again to double the speed. Teddy being so short had rigged the car with devices to control the gearshift and the brakes. There were all sorts of modifications to the Teddy Mobile some even Ottery did not know about. Of course, the giant rocket in the back should have made that clear, but no one ever accused Ottery of being overly observant. The car tires screeched as the little bear took the corner fast. The force of the turn sent Ottery slamming against the passenger door. He quickly put his seat belt on, and started to pray. “And there was that time I stole money from Mom to buy candies, and I know I shouldn’t have God and I’m sorry … ” Ottery was mumbling. “Don’t you have some kind of spell to stop tanks or something?” Teddy asked as he took another sharp turn. “Watch out for the old lady,” Ottery yelled, yanking the wheel to the right. Teddy smacked his hand off the steering wheel and moved the car back onto the street, the tank meanwhile was gaining on them. “Use a bomb or something, the cannon bazooka’s in the backseat,” Teddy said. “In the middle of the city?” Ottery asked. “Civilians, hello!” Ottery replied glaring at the little bear. “What are you, a republican?” The boy was thrown forward suddenly as they came to a screeching halt in afternoon traffic. They looked at each other. “This really sucks,” Teddy said. “It’s going to be a very short adventure,” the dark haired boy exclaimed, swallowing nervously. :ron: |
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A soft breeze blew over the little lake, as the birds sang and fluttered about in the late afternoon sun. Ginny sat, her back to a fallen log, her eyes on the sky. She had her legs up and on them was sat her diary, beside her an open inkbottle, and a picture that served as her bookmarker. She was writing: Dear Diary, It’s still early in the summer, and things are looking beautiful. It’s nice really, since the past two weeks were nothing but rains and having to help Mum in the garden and with spring-cleaning. As if it wasn’t chore enough Fred and George got up to their pranks and — She stopped to laugh as she remembered. The twins were being such prats to their mother, and they were not helping at all. If nothing else their pranking was making the unpleasant task take even longer but she did not mind them. It was funny watching Ron get so upset at Fred and George. — well it took three times as long to get the house cleaning done. Ron was so upset at the twins that at one point he ran out screaming into the yard. He looked so funny angry, and covered in purple paint. He was going on about the twins. I didn’t…I didn’t have the heart to tell him it had been me who’d put the exploding color bomb in his laundry. His sheets are all covered in purple splotches too, Mum would kill me if she knew, and the twins are always in trouble anyways. They didn’t seem to mind making her believe it was them what did it. Of course now I owe them a favor. I’m sure I’ll live to regret it. Bill’s coming home, I can’t wait to see him, it seems like forever since he’s been here, and he doesn’t write me near as often as before because he’s so busy with work. Charlie is coming too, just for a visit, so Mum is very happy. She sighed then, dipped her quill in the inkpot and put quill feather to book parchment. Percy won’t leave though. Always busy with his Ministry duties. It’s beyond annoying. He’s always going on about some business or other that’s very important to this minister or that one. You’d think the whole ruddy world would fall apart if he didn’t get his brooms in order. He’s insufferable honestly, and Mum’s always warning us to stay out of his way, but the twins just won’t leave him be. Hermione’s coming to stay as well. It’ll be so nice to see her again… She sighed in a wholly different way than before, and glanced at her bookmark, where a red-haired boy, and his best mate were walking, they suddenly turned surprised, there was a flash and they started rubbing their eyes before complaining. Colin had caught Ron and Harry by surprise in that picture. She proceeded to write: …And so is Harry. She sighed quietly at that thought. Harry was coming to stay at the Burrow again. Maybe this time she could get as far as saying, “How are you?” it just seemed as if she never could get past, “Hello” with him. She couldn’t help it. He made her feel all funny inside, the silly little boy whom she’d seen running and playing with her brothers. But there was more than that to Harry Potter. He had saved her and proven to be the hero that she had grown up all her life hearing about. He really was a knight. He’d looked so valiant, sword drawn looking over her as he was bleeding from the basilisk’s wound, there dying from having saved her. Harry had almost died for her. If she had not been in love with him before … but instead in that instant her love for him had been cemented forever. There was an explosion suddenly and the sound of glass shattering, she turned in time to see a cauldron flying out of Percy’s room, and her mother running out of the door of the house. The twins were at it again, no doubt. |
Draco Malfoy :malfoy: “Threstal Quidditch? Are you insane? Even if I could see the bloody beasts,” Draco lied, “What makes you think I’d want to ride them? Filthy animals.” “I was trying to be kind Draco,” Nott said silkily. “I mean…what with that nasty incident you had with the hippogryff last term. It should be dragons, but I doubt you’re up to using an Imperius Curse just yet. Much less on a creature of that size.” Pansy for her part was ignoring the boys. All she knew was that she was bored, looking out of the window of the dull study. Outside the manor were spread the long green grounds of the Malfoy Estate, lush, and verdant. By contrast, a rainbow of colors caught her eye, just underneath the window. It was Narcissa Malfoy’s garden. Pristine perfection meticulously cared for. You would be hard pressed to find a withered flower, or any kind of insect in that garden. And gnomes? The idea was ludicrously preposterous. The time spent slaving away to have it ready, the way the constant gardener pruned guiding the buds and branches to grow as much with magic as with personal care was too much. The statues perfectly polished stone to glisten brightly, equally in the sun as in the moon’s light. Narcissa’s garden parties were the talk of the wizarding community. “It’s funny,” Pansy thought, “Narcissa gets all the praise even though none of the work is actually hers.” “What do you think Goyle?” Draco asked suddenly, the sound of his voice breaking through Pansy’s reverie. She turned to see Crabbe and Goyle sitting next to one another. Pansy could see crumbs down Crabbe’s robes, they had been stuffing their faces with the pastries and biscuits on the table. Nott was sitting across from them, his legs dangling off one side of the armchair his head resting on the other armrest as he played with a knife in his hands. It was an interesting little thing, simple, black and silver. It was the mark at the hilt that caught her attention. “Oh that’s rich. Turn to your lackeys why don’t you?” Nott said laughing. Cross, as always, was standing in a dark corner — this despite the fact that the room was so brightly lit — being quiet, and watching them all curiously. He had his arms crossed, and his hair fell over his eyes covering them. That boy bothered her. Draco meanwhile paced up and down behind the couch. She could see he was clearly afraid of the notion, but he was struggling inside. His common sense was battling his sense of honor, after all, he was a boy, and it would not look good if he backed down. “You know it was originally played on the backs of…” “Dragons, yes Pansy we know,” Draco snapped at the girl, giving her a withering glare. She was not helping the situation any, his face accused. He was obviously in a foul rut and she was in no mood for it. Pansy got up from the windowsill were she had been sitting and walked out of the room quietly. If Draco thought he was getting her attentions he was sorely mistaken. She could hear the boy’s taunting him about it as she stood eavesdropping behind the closed door. “If you can’t control your animals anymore than your women … ” the foul Cross boy was saying. There was the sound of a spell, but she had not heard the incantation. “You insult Pansy saying that,” Nott said, clearly affronted. She could see him still lying on the couch. It had not been he that had sent the spell. “Nice shot Draco!” Theodore said before he started laughing. At least the prat had had the decency to stand up for her. Though in truth, she knew Draco had done it so as not to look any more a fool in front of his friends. Pansy sighed and walked away. She was not going to the Quidditch World Cup with that prat, even if Draco did ever bother to ask her. |
Seamus & Dean (:cry: I wish I had smilies) Dean woke up to find Seamus’s sandy haired head lying on his stomach. Again. His friend was snoring soundly and peacefully, and Dean did not feel like waking the boy up, it looked dark out still but then the curtains were closed and he did not want to risk trying to pull them open with his friend lying on his tummy. He sighed. It was bad enough they were having to share a bed but did the boy have to turn like the hands of a clock in his sleep? The other day he’d woken up to find Seamus’s fist in his eye, then the next day, his foot on his chin. Dean sighed again. He really didn’t mind it so much, it hadn’t ever been a problem before, but he couldn’t tell Seamus that. So, Dean always made a point of complaining, but every time Seamus offered to take the floor Dean quickly dropped the argument as quickly as one would drop a hot poker. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Seamus had been kind enough to ask him to come visit over the holidays. It was not the first time. Dean had had Seamus over to his home too, but this year they were going to the Quidditch World Cup Final. He should have been very happy, but something was bothering him. In truth, he did not know what it was that kept him awake at nights — when it wasn’t Seamus of course — a sense of impending change was hovering over him, but what? A part of him felt fear, another exhilaration at the idea. Finally things would be different but in what way, how? It was odd really. All he knew was adventure and danger lay ahead. Lost in his thoughts Dean didn’t notice Seamus turn over, as he did, the sandy haired boy started snoring on Dean’s stomach causing a loud sound like a balloon being deflated and tickling the boy. Dean broke out laughing as he jumped up knocking Seamus awake. “What? Who? Where?” Seamus was asking suddenly getting up still half asleep, his eyes half open, his hair in disarray. Dean still laughing pelted him with a pillow and sent him flying back to the other side of the large bed. “Hey!” Seamus complained finally awake. “What was that for?” He asked a little bothered. “For tickling me you dork.” Dean answered still laughing. “Is that what that noise was? I thought it was last night’s dinner.” Seamus replied mischievously, as he assaulted Dean with a pillow. It was on now! An early morning pillow fight. Dean hoped that this time maybe they wouldn’t break through the floor and fall downstairs into Padraic’s room. For now at least, lost in mischief Dean’s worry was gone. :gryff: |
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Ottery St. (No not the town) The heavy tank was approaching them slowly so the boys had time to think of a strategy. So they’d thought when unexpectedly there was the sound of a blast, and they turned in time to see a small wisp of smoke leaving the barrel of the tank’s large gun. Ottery flinched and jumped as a car exploded next to them flying into the air. “Yeah, looks like we’re out of time,” the dark haired boy said. The taxi driver of the little green VW bug jumped out of the car and started yelling curses in Spanish at the tank driver. “We’ll do like in Cairo,” Teddy said. “Split up and hope we don’t both get caught?” Ottery asked. “It would have worked if you hadn’t of gone into that candy store,” Teddy complained. “You’re so predictable.” “Who told you to go hide there? And that mustache was a dumb disguise anyways, they would’ve caught you, anyways,” the boy complained crossing his arms and pouting. Another car in front of them flew up into the air as it exploded. Ottery and Teddy shook hands and each opened their door of the car and ran out in opposite directions. The gun turret following Ottery as he made his way to the sidewalk. “Newspaper mister?” a young boy asked. “Yeah, why not?” Ottery said giving the kid a galleon and taking the paper. “Este no es un peso!” the boy exclaimed, then biting the coin he asked, “Oiga es Oro?” “Yeah, but don’t spend it all in one place,” Ottery said and started running as he saw a group of henchmen coming after him down the sidewalk. Teddy for his part jumped into a cab a few cars away and paid the cabbie. He sat back, rolled down a window and lit a cigar. “That kid needs to learn some subtlety. Still, he makes a great diversion on a getaway.” |
I should be watching All my Children ... Neville & Luke Spencer “The Longbottoms own a castle in the South of France?” The gray haired boy exclaimed. “News to me.” Neville blushed quietly, from where he was sitting across from the boy on the terrace overlooking the French sea. In the evening, the full moon shone brightly over the surface of the gently swaying tides, the salty breeze all around them carried the cool sea winds. “I can see though why’d you’d want to live somewhere like here.” “I didn’t think it was … ” “You didn’t want to brag, that’s fine Neville. Don’t worry too much about it, mate. I’m just teasing,” the gray haired boy said sipping his tea. “You didn’t put any brandy in this,” Luke said grinning mischievously. “My Gran would kill me,” Neville started. “I know,” Luke said, his villainous smile lighting up his face. He took a flask from out of his coat pocket and poured something into his tea. “It’s lemon juice, silly.” He told his friend who he could see was fidgeting nervously. Neville sighed in relief. Luke took a sip of his tea then put the cup down on the table and leaned back on the terrace. “So … what … ” Neville started. He wasn’t sure if asking would be considered rude; he didn’t want to insult his friend but he was curious. “Why am I here?” Luke asked, taking in a deep breath. “I didn’t mean…” “You’re curious Neville, not rude. Don’t worry I’m not insulted. Yes I know your Gran hates me, thinks I’m a bad influence on you. Evil witch, she’s not much better,” he muttered to himself. “Sorry Neville, I know she’s your Gran and all, but she’s a right witch sometimes that one.” “She took me in when my parents … ” “Yeah well, she’s a batty old cow, isn’t she? If she knew I was here she’d throw me out and yell up a storm.” “She only wants what’s best for me,” Neville said under his breath. “Look, I’m sorry I’m such a hard apple kid. Trust me, my life ain’t been easy. People don’t exactly love me when they see me coming. Anyways, if it’s going to be trouble I’ll just head down to Rouen and find a little—” “No.” Neville said quietly, but when Luke wouldn’t shut up — though the gray haired boy had heard him — he said more loudly, “No, don’t. You can stay here if you like. There’s a lot of room in the castle.” “I don’t want you getting into any trouble because of me.” “It’s alright Luke. You can stay in the topmost southern tower. It’s my old hiding place. No one ever goes there, and I’ll tell the house elves to leave off cleaning that part of the castle. Really, it’s all right. It’ll be nice to have a friend here. It’s awfully lonely with just me and Gran.” “Crazy old biddy. Does she still drag you to go hat shopping with her?” Neville blushed in reply, and Luke’s anger flared up, but he held it in check. Yelling at Neville wasn’t going to make him get a backbone. It hadn’t in all the years of yelling at him. “Have some lemon juice Neville,” Luke said and poured all the contents of his flask into the boy’s teacup. “Tomorrow we’re taking out one of the muggle cars your uncle Algie’s so fond of.” Neville was too happy to complain so he smiled and took a sip of his tea, he started coughing and remarked, “This isn’t lemon juice.” Luke smiled as if he didn’t know what his friend was talking about at all. End Chapter One |
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*giggleglompsfaints* You like Teddy ... *Ottery the first Official Maxie/Teddy shipper* :eek: :lol: I'm totally writing that ship in this story ... :shifty: Night night ... :hello: :lol: |
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*Flies onto the thread, lands on a make-shift helipad* Quote:
*giggles* Narrators are funny, especially when they get it wrong. But your narrator did have a point, be it sharp, but it was a point. Quote:
Wow, I loved that post with Wormtail. I actually liked it more than the opening post in GoF. *doesn't like that book* Quote:
Ginny's diary entry was cool, funny how she let's Fred and George take the blame. And the "so is Harry", 'tis cute but sort of menacing. I don't know why I saw that, blame it on the Frankenstein. Thestral Quidditch. That actually sounds like fun, to play and watch. Quote:
:lol: Poor kid, *starts to build a helipad* I'll try to get here more quicker, and the chopper should help me. *flies out* |
Did someone say pizza????!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111 Wow, I've got like four readers ... :lol: I wasn't going to post this fic, then I was going to delete it but Ali's here and Kirstie showed up so I'm all ZOMG! Maybe she'll stay ... :lol: if you don't that's cool too ... *Ottery's old hand at this* So ... won't bore you all with the replies except to say, Ali you're too cute :lol: Ken & Ryu say "Hadoken" :lol: shuriken are these. The naruto ones though fake PWN and the comic pwns too ... the anime not so much ... and in English ... bleh, I don't like the American Naruto sounds like a kid with chronic nasal problems ... :lol: N e ways. Onto the fic that's why y'all here isn't it? Don't lie. LOL. |
I'm qualified to satisfy...*Ottery takes out his badge* They call me Loverboy Oh yeah By Ottery St. Catchpole In which Ottery falls madly in love…Ron’s just cute…Harry *sighs* is trying to save the world AGAIN…Teddy tries to take it over…Hermione knows it all…Seamus & Dean are at it again…and I introduce an umpteen number of new characters even more subplots and a lot of chaos, crossing my fingers and praying that this whole mess makes sense soon to someone. The Official Theme song of this fic is a song by Barry White we can't play cuz it's too sexy ... :eek: :faint: |
Ottery can't lose with what he uses ... *blush* I'm qualified to satisfy you ... Hogwarts (Somewhere in the UK) It’s unplottable, what? Do I look like a ruddy map? The tea had long since gotten cold but it sat there, the cups, the sugar, the milk and honey, as well even the tin of German biscuits Professor McGonagall had given Dumbledore last Christmas, all waiting for Ottery’s arrival. The Headmaster was busy pacing up and down the room his mind on other things than the cold tea, far more perilous things. Rumors of danger were circling like vultures over a dying carcass. Voldemort would return, and there was still the matter of the artifacts that Ottery never seemed to take seriously. It almost seemed as if the boy enjoyed being such a young boy, when by all rights he should have been celebrating his hundredth birthday or something. Absent-mindedly Dumbledore took a licorice snap and was about to pop it into his mouth when it bit his finger. “Bother,” he said, “Still it beats rotten egg flavored jelly beans any day.” |
This story really globetrots wow. Ottery St. Catchpole, the town not the hero you lot… “Boys are such prats,” Ginny was saying to Hermione as she sighed. The girls were walking behind Harry and Ron. Hermione merely nodded agreeing though she wasn’t sure exactly why — it wasn’t a question of whether or not boys were prats, they clearly could be, but why they were prats — so she kept her silence and waited. “Ron’s been hogging Harry ever since he got here … and … well,” Ginny gave a heavy frustrated sigh and tried to smile but Hermione could see her eyes tearing up with anger. “You’ve got to see him play, mate. He’s bloody brilliant,” Ron exclaimed, as he and Harry, the girls following a distance behind them, walked down the streets of the quiet little town of Ottery St. Catchpole. They were taking a stroll after coming from Murgatroid Candy Co. [it’s like Tiffany’s of candy companies yo!] the town’s hidden magic candy shop. Harry was sucking on a sugar quill smiling and listening to Ron go on about the Bulgarian Seeker. To hear the boy tell it, Krum made the sun rise and fall with his quidditch skills. He could win a match all by himself and there was no one who could best him in the game. “You should have seen him in that last match. I heard it over the radio…” The boy was saying animatedly. “Seen it Ron? Yet, you heard it over the radio,” Harry said picking on his mate. Ron however was too busy enumerating all the wonderful things Viktor Krum could do to pay any mind to his friend’s remark. “The Italians didn’t stand a chance against Krum. That’s why Bulgaria made it to the Finals, they owe it all to him.” Harry just smiled so very happy to be with his friends again. They hadn’t been apart so long since the end of term but Hermione and the Weasley’s were his real family, not the Dursley’s. He could never feel at home there at Privet Drive. “There’s this thing he does on his broom, it’s like…I don’t know how to describe it…it’s like…you’ve just got to see it, mate.” Ron said laughing happily. “Fancy Krum do you Ron?” Ginny asked a little cruelly, and her brother turned around to say something but seeing Hermione’s smiling face it caused him to blush instead. “Leave off Ginny,” Harry said smiling and then it was Ginny’s turn to blush. “You know there’s more to life than Quidditch, Harry,” Hermione remarked as if explaining a great mystery to a child. Just then a Muggle fire engine siren sounded in the distance down the lane. It was up the street and turning sharply in front of them in seconds. “C’mon then,” Harry said, and Ron nodded and the boys turned back around and started chasing the fire engine. “I suppose we should follow them.” Hermione said rolling her eyes. “I don’t think so,” Ginny replied, opening a box of Droobles Best Blowing Gum, she handed one to Hermione and they started walking across the street and to the park. Ginny turned back to see Ron and Harry laughing and running. She sighed wistfully and moved on. |
Teddy you little ... LOL India Outside of a busy street in New Delhi a young boy in a turban sat playing his flute to a basket sitting in front of him, eyes closed and for all-the world completely oblivious to the goings-on around him. A group of men dressed in dark suits ran past him, paying him no mind. He discreetly looked in either direction and seeing them gone began playing a different tune. The basket opened suddenly and a little bear chomping on a cigar peered out, winked at him, then went back to hide in the basket. |
Told you it was globetrotting ... LOL Smallville, Kansas Lionel Luthor had brought over the Luthor Castle from Scotland, because it could be done, but most importantly because only he could have had it done. The gesture was an ostentatious display of wealth clearly meant to awe and inspire. It was, even years after having been brought over, one of the most talked of events in Smallville, even a bit of a tourist attraction. Ottery walked up to the gate and smiled at the guard, “Yo Jeeves,” he said, and the tall blonde bodyguard looked the boy up and down. The boy really did look a fright, his pants in tatters, his shirt untucked, and smudges of dirt on his face. The guard did nothing to stop him or to correct him either, the boy clearly hadn’t cared to memorize his name, but it was like that with rich people wasn’t it? What did he care if Lex’s pet brat was a jerk, he still got paid well? The guard opened the gate for the boy but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him. Ottery looked up and smiled warmly at him, but was met with a cold indifferent stare. “Thanks Mike,” he said, but the man was not listening. The boy felt a cold shiver run down his spine. His sense of humor didn’t go over very well with everybody. Ottery knew everyone thought of him as a spoiled brat because he was Lex Luthor’s ward. They all thought (and wrongly too) that he stood to inherit the whole Luthor fortune. “I’m not Di ck Grayson you dorks,” he thought to himself and walked up to the castle angrily. It was the last time he would bother trying to be friends with the help. A quick change and he was walking down the stairs from his room, in time to see Clark Kent walking out of the mansion. “Hey Clark,” Ottery said, stars in his eyes, positively running down steps. “Hey Otts. What are you doing here? I thought you were in France, at some boarding school.” “Holidays,” Ottery lied, and Clark gave him a funny look as if he could tell the boy was lying. “Staying around a while?” “I don’t know…I could be persuaded.” Ottery said, blushing suddenly at his audacity. Clark for his part seemed to have missed the hidden meaning of the remark, or perhaps he didn’t mind indulging the boy’s silly infatuation, or he might have mistaken it for hero worship. “If you do, come around the house, Mom and Dad would love it. I’ll see you around then,” the cute farm boy said smiling back. “You can count on it,” Ottery replied, jumping down and skipping the last three steps of the stairs. Clark just smiled and walked out as Ottery blushed. “I’m such a dork,” the dark haired boy said and flinched when he heard his name being called out in a loud yell from Lex’s office. “Gee thanks Jeeves,” Ottery mumbled and walked towards the office. Sitting behind his desk, looking at his laptop and not at the dark haired boy’s faux penitent walk (pouty lips, staring intently at the floor, hands clasped behind his back), Lex took a drink. “What are you doing here?” Lex asked, disappointment dripping from his voice, and Ottery’s heart broke. He hated disappointing people he loved. “It’s complicated,” the boy started. “Anything to do with you Ottery usually is,” Lex said smiling sarcastically as he took another drink. He got up and walked over to the glass table where he kept his brandy. “Well it’s like this Lex…” the boy started. “Who’s trying to kill you now?” Lex asked, the sarcasm no longer in his voice, but replaced instead with a kind of weariness. It was no secret Ottery had a knack for getting into trouble. “No one’s trying to kill me, Lex. Well I mean they are but…well…” “This time it is your fault. Is that it?” “Well…” Ottery said smiling sheepishly. Teddy usually argued that it was always Ottery’s fault people wanted to kill him (Yes, even his family). That was how Teddy excused his many attempts at trying to murder the boy — he was just following everyone else’s example. Besides, wouldn’t it be more merciful if Teddy did it? “I got a message from Baron Wolfram. Again. Seems you’ve been breaking and entering now.” Lex took another drink and walked back around to his desk. “Don’t be mad at me Lexy?” Ottery said. “Explain to me again why I keep you around?” “I’ve got secrets,” Ottery said, looking past the bald headed man out the stain glass windows. “Exactly. You know things about the Kents…that’s why I took you in…” “Well that and Teddy’s always giving you good tips on the stock market,” the boy mumbled under his breath. Lex smiled at that. Teddy had made Lex over 180 million in the last two months. “But you still won’t tell me Clark’s secret,” Lex remarked. “I promised I wouldn’t tell,” the dark haired boy replied looking him in the eyes then. He hated disappointing people he loved. “Yes, I know. You consequently left that out during the adoption hearing.” Ottery smiled back mischievously. “Aww c’mon Lex, you know you love me. Besides if you’re so interested in aliens…” There was the sound of a large book being slammed shut. “What was that?” Ottery turned to look up at Lionel Luthor. He had been listening to the whole conversation from the library terrace. “Grandpa!” Ottery exclaimed, and Lex’s father gave the boy a withering stare. “How was prison Gramps?” “Lex. I thought you were having the exterminators in. Just look at the size of these vermin.” “Father,” Lex exclaimed. “Ottery, behave.” “He started it!” Ottery yelled stomping his foot on the floor. It was going to be a long evening in the Luthor household. Lex was seriously considering going to The Talon and just drowning his sorrows in coffee or maybe the Kents would have him over for dinner. |
Yup still more ... the fic never stops around here ... LOL The boys (Fred, George, Ron, & Harry, since Percy really wasn’t much for sports T: *cough* Like Ottery *cough*) had played themselves tired and hungry in a crazy quidditch match having even convinced Mr. Weasley to play the last round. Ginny had sat the game out to help her mother with supper and keep Hermione company. Dinner begun as a quiet affair, everyone eating the delectably delicious food that Mrs. Weasley and the girls had so expertly prepared — well at least for the first twenty minutes while everyone concentrated on eating — soon enough things exploded into a melee of conversations; and by dessert the twin’s pranks and Charlie’s arrival had turned dinner into a joyous raucous celebration. It was everything that Harry remembered. He loved visiting the Weasleys, to them he was family one of their own, and they always welcomed him with open arms. Midway through dinner, smiling he had turned to look at Hermione who smiled back at him and shrugged. They were family. Charlie kissed Hermione on the cheek when he walked in, Ron glared, but it was lost on Charlie who then gave Ginny three pecks one on each cheek and her forehead, Charlie then pushed George down into his seat as the twin had been sticking his cheek out if asking for his kiss. Mrs. Weasley ran up around the table and hugged the young man in a warm embrace, looked him over and hugged him again all the while commenting on how skinny and malnourished he was and how she’d missed him and generally doting over him. In short making a general fuss like a mother usually does over a son who doesn’t live at home anymore. In the late evening, once dinner had been finished, everyone settled to their leisure. Molly sat in the living room before the fireplace knitting, having left the dishes in the kitchen to wash and dry themselves, the laundry too (there’d been a bit of a food fight when Hermione passing Ron one of the twins’ prank cupcakes screamed as it exploded covering everyone in chocolate). The rowdiness of the dessert food fight had given way to the quiet contemplation of the early evening. Charlie and Arthur were outside, Mr. Weasley smoking his pipe while his son told him all about work. Percy of course had left in a huff, Molly had not allowed him to beg off dinner, not with Charlie coming home and possibly Bill too, but afterwards he had gone back upstairs to work on some report or other, followed closely by the twins who said they were tired and wanted to go to sleep early — well at least they would have, had Molly not caught them snickering and put a quick stop to their mischief. So Fred and George settled on working on something or other rather secretively. (If you guessed the order forms for Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, you’re right). Hermione and Ginny were sitting in front of the fireside talking quietly, with Mrs. Weasley occasionally smiling at some comment or other, and gasping a time or two. You could almost swear there was a time or three when Mrs. Weasley had stopped herself from actually saying something to the girls, because she was not supposed to be listening to their conversation in the first place. Seeing everyone settled down Harry and Ron looked at one another. “C’mon then,” Ron said, nodding to Harry to follow him. They both stepped out for a walk. In the company of each other’s silences, under the moonlight they walked around the lake stopping only to throw rocks into the water. Harry knew something was on Ron’s mind, but he knew well enough not to pry. When Ron wanted to, he would talk. For his part, Harry could not have been happier. It was shaping up to be a glorious summer, full of mischief and frivolity. Candy shopping, tree climbing, swimming, pranking on Percy, and all sorts of fun things of that sort. It was still early enough in the summer that there was the promise of more days filled with fun like that. He looked up to the sky and noticed a twinkling star. It was the Dog Star, Sirius. Harry was filled with a sudden pang of guilt for his Godfather somewhere out there in the big world. Cold and alone…probably running for his life, and eating what scraps of food he could… Narrator: We interrupt the author’s guilt trip of Harry *glaring at Ottery who’s eating chocolates and trying to look innocent* to inform our dear readers of the true whereabouts of Sirius Black at the very moment that Harry Potter is feeling so sad. |
You're my first my last my everything ... ;J You know who you are ... New York City “You’re a nurse then?” He asked the pretty girl who blushed coyly. But the man was handsome, and had those been tattoos she’d seen under his shirt? “Then maybe you can mend my broken heart,” Sirius exclaimed slyly, kissing her hand delicately. “You don’t think I’m going to fall for that old line do you?” the young woman replied, turning away from him. She made as if she were going to cross the street in the direction opposite his. They were standing under the bright city lights of Times Square. He took her hand and pointed up to the sky, where a full moon shone down. “You know…” he started, “They say when you get caught between the moon and New York City…the best that you can do, is fall in love.” Sirius had said it with such sincerity and emotion, as he placed her hand over his heart she could not help but melt. But she had melted over men before, so she was not so easily taken in. Still, you only live once, nay? She pulled her hand back away suddenly and had her arms around him kissing Sirius before he knew what was going on. “So it’s dinner and dancing then?” He asked her a few minutes later when she had released his lips from her kiss. She laughed coquettishly, it wasn’t usually how she said yes, but there it was. “What’s your name anyways? I mean…it’s only fair…” “Lisa Marie, but you can call me Lissy, Sirius,” she said as she smooched him again under the big city lights in the middle of Times Square. Narrator: You can take it away again you vicious, pessimistic, sad little *Teddy throws a It grew late in the evening and as the lights of the big house went out one by one it signaled the boys that it was growing late. But being on holiday meant that they could stay up as late as they liked, so long as they woke up in time for breakfast — which they usually did, rushing back to bed soon after. Ron was standing next to Harry, who was sitting on the tiny dock letting his bare feet sway gently in the water as he looked out over the lake. “You all right mate?” Ron asked, worried about Harry. Harry sighed, and looked up at his friend, and it was then Ron knew he was in serious trouble… |
This is like Vintage Ottery ... I remember when I was top of my game *sighs* Nepal The cold winds buffeted the side of the mountain like a giant’s hard slap, but still though his hands were covered with frost he climbed up and onward. He had to get out of the cold. It was more than enough to freeze any man, but Teddy was no ordinary man. Well, technically Teddy wasn’t a man at all, though he could curse worse than any sailor and that was exactly what he was doing just then as he climbed the side of the mountain. Why the only word allowed on SS of the one’s he was spouting was “Ottery” everything else was some kind of curse or threat directed at the boy. Still the little bear climbed on, cursing so much the monks he finally came across blushed as red as the Chinese flag. Who knew Teddy could curse in fluent Nepali? |
I don't what you got I just don't want you to stop ... Return to Smallville “The guards intercepted another bomb in the mail for you Ottery,” Lex said nonchalantly. “Fancy that,” Lionel said. “Someone trying to kill your young charge. Such a delightful person. I couldn’t begin to understand why.” “Father,” Lex said glaring at Lionel across the table, as Ottery contemplated taking his wand out and turning Lionel’s duck into a flambé course. After the dangerously cold, infinitely more sarcastic and well completely different from the Weasley’s dinner Ottery and Lex retired to the library, which served as Lex’s office. “It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, it’s just … well I wasn’t exactly expecting you, now was I? What is it you wanted to tell me Ottery? What did you find out that was so important you had to cause an international incident, lose Teddy, and has you skipping school?” “The Martians are coming Lex.” “The Martians are coming,” Lex sighed, and smiled patiently at the boy. He was used to Ottery’s shenanigans. If it weren’t for Teddy’s invaluable stock tips, and that there was something about the boy, some odd secret he seemed to have of his own (not unlike Clark’s) that kept drawing him back to Ottery, Lex would never have agreed to take him in. He was too young to be in charge of a kid, much less one less than half his age. “Where’s your proof Ottery?” he asked. “Well Teddy’s got the disk…but…” Lex smiled. “You’re on the next plane to France, Ottery. I’m not throwing away lots of good money to send you to this Beauxbatons Academy so you can skip out whenever you feel like it.” He walked over to the tall glass table and served himself a glass of brandy. Ottery ran over to him and wrapped his arms around him pretending to cry, “Please Lex, don’t send me away. Wherever shall I go…whatever shall I do?” Lex drank down his glass quickly and served himself another. If Ottery was up to his dramatics he would definitely be in need of a few drinks. “You’re doing the Southern Belle thing again Otts. Don’t.” “You don’t love me,” Ottery complained pouting. “Limitless credit with the Bank of Switzerland, no questions asked…and you say I don’t love you.” Lex said walking over to his desk, Ottery clinging to his leg was being dragged across the floor. “That isn’t love, it’s money, Lex.” Ottery said, sitting on Lex’s lap. “Ottery, you’re my ward, and you’re way too young, and … and you’re a boy,” he stood up sending Ottery crashing to the floor. “And you’re on your way to Beauxbatons first thing tomorrow.” “And you’re in love with Lana,” Ottery muttered under his breath. “What was that?” Lex asked. “I said Smallville doesn’t have an airport,” the dark haired boy complained from where he was lying on the ground. “Come back with proof of little green men invading earth and I’ll build you anything you want Otts.” Lex took another drink, and Ottery could tell he was being deadly serious. But that was not what Ottery was truly after. All Ottery ever wanted was love. And chocolate. And Rupert. |
No cliffies here ... you get the whole chapter all at once ... Meanwhile back at the Burrow ... Ron was standing next to Harry, who was sitting on the tiny dock letting his bare feet sway gently in the water. He looked out over the lake. “You all right mate?” Ron asked, worried about Harry. Harry sighed, and looked up at his friend, and it was then Ron knew he was in serious trouble. Before Ron could do anything the boy on the dock had pulled on his shirt and sent him flying into the cool water of the little lake. A loud splash sent water over Harry as his friend fell into the cool waters. As Ron’s wet red haired head came up out of the water it was met with Harry’s boisterous laughter. “I’m all right now,” Harry replied, his worries gone for the moment. That was what he loved about the Burrow and about Ron and the Weasleys, they were so warm and wonderful, they could make him forget his problems, and they were always there when he needed them. Harry did not know what he would do without Ron. A more fiercely loyal friend he could not ask for. Whatever else, Ron was what kept him going, he and Hermione were what had helped him through his first term at Hogwarts, what had driven him to defeat the Basilisk and Tom in the Chamber of Secrets, and it was thanks to them that the mystery of his Godfather’s innocence had been revealed and the true traitor Wormtail had been discovered. “You prat!” Ron said smiling, as he swam forward and pulled on Harry’s arm and yanked him into the cold waters next to him. |
Nothing and nobody baby could ever take or stop the love ♥ that I have for you Their clothes lay drying on large rocks by the side of the lake, the boys swimming while they waited for them to dry in the moonlight. It didn’t really matter that they could have them pressed and smelling spring fresh in seconds with a wave of a wand, it was that they were at the Burrow. There was no bedtime, while they were on holiday, and chores could wait (at least for the first few days that Harry was there). It was a simple country life, and for all his grousing about it, Harry could tell that Ron didn’t mind it so much (where else could you take a skinny dip in a lake late at night?). It was being poor that bothered him more than anything. Harry would have given everything to help that, but he knew better than to say it…worse than pity it would be a slap in the face to his friend and Harry’s other family. Harry was skipping rocks on the surface of the water, when Ron called out to him. “Look what I found.” Harry swam over. Ron was holding a glowing stone. “What do you reckon it is?” Ron asked. “Well, it’s a rock,” Harry said and was met with a look from Ron that seemed to ask: “No, really?” Harry smiled, “You’re the expert on the wizarding world Ron.” “Well if this is magic I don’t know what kind it is.” He paused and then a thought occurred to him, “You don’t reckon it’s one of the twins gags do you?” Harry shrugged. “I’m going to keep it just the same.” “If it turns out to be grindylow dung or something don’t go blaming me,” Harry said laughing as he swam away. “Prat,” Ron said smiling. He swam over to the edge of the lake and looking around to make sure no one was about, as he hadn’t a stitch of clothes on, he climbed out of the lake and dropped the rock by his clothes. He climbed the tree by the lake the breeze feeling wonderful on his bare skin in the cool evening. “What are you doing?” Harry asked. Ron was smiling mischievously as he ran over to a tree whose roots dipped into the lake and whose branches hung over it. He climbed and tread carefully along a long branch of the tree that served as a jumping board. Oblivious to what was happening Hermione walked towards the lake to the little old wooden dock where sometimes in the late evening Ron and Harry would sit and talk. They were not at the edge so she walked out to the end to look across the lake. Maybe the boys had gone off walking in the woods, it was not completely impossible, after the Forbidden Forest anything they could come across in the woods around the Burrow was likely to be tame. “I swear I should get paid for watching those two,” Hermione thought to herself when the sound of splashing down the river caught her attention. She couldn’t see very well, but she suspected Harry and Ron had gone for a midnight swim so she ran back to the shore and towards the sound of the water and the laughter. “You’re going to crack your skull and drown,” Harry was saying. “Who’s going to drown?” Hermione asked laughing. “Bloody he — ,” Hermione turned to the sound of the red-haired boy’s voice and blushed crimson, as did Ron, who let go of the branch above him, the one he had been using to balance himself. As he tried to cover himself the branch started to shake and he fell into the water. Hermione turned away, Ron hadn’t been wearing anything, of course she’d only caught a glimpse of his bum but — she smiled, he’d looked so cute scared to death there. “Hermione! What, what are you doing here?” Harry asked ducking down further into the water. “I…I came…I came to get you all. It’s midnight and…I. You should be in bed.” There was the sound of water breaking, and spluttering and then Ron yelling, “Hermione, what the bloody … what are you doing?” “It was late Ronald,” she said turning and seeing his face, she blushed and looked away. “I’m going back to the house. She started to walk away, equal parts embarrassed, angry, and surprised, Ronald really had more muscle than she had thought. She took out her wand and dried their clothes before rushing back to the house. “Did she see anything?” Ron was asking Harry nervously, and the other boy just shrugged. “At least you didn’t crack your skull and drown,” Harry told him, and Ron glared at him. |
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And Ron is fanatical about Krum, just how it is in the books. Nice! “You know there’s more to life than Quidditch, Harry,” Hermione remarked as if explaining a great mystery to a child. :lol: Now why do I find that funny :P But on a serious note Ginny moving on in italics, is that ambiguous? Like she's moving on from something else. Yay, the Smallville stuff, something I missed. It was always cool to read Ottery causing chaos with people from other fandoms. Adoption, was Ottery adopted by Lex? Or is that a way of saying recruited as a double agent :shifty: Will be back to finish this off soon, my eyes are dying again and they're making puddles on my sleeves .:lol: Hehe, I’m baack. :evil: That was amusing when Charlie kissed Hermione and Ron glared, hehe. And then him not kissing the twins, that could be seen as being mean :lol: And the whole Sirius thing was cool, was the nurse Lissy as in Lissy of SS? Quote:
And the next post, I think I remember it from “Mars Attacks”. I remember bursting out laughing at that bit, although I don’t remember the part with the rock on the ground. Hmm… I’ll get down to Sgt.Otts soon, might get some read tonight, the rest tommorows. I'm Red? :lol: How Come I'm Red? |
hi Otts! this story again, eh? lol, peppy says that if u don't tell her about ur ficlets next time, she's gonna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha! |
I could have sworn I'd replied in this fic this time 'round already...why haven't I replied in this fic already? |
I'll be back with loads of updates ... promise ... *nods* Hey all *glomps* Mugglesupporter haven't seen you in a long while ... :lol: and tell Peppy why hasn't she posted here yet :poke: that's for Peppy btw LOL but this story is a repost ... I should change the name to the Director's cut of Mars Attacks ... :shifty: I so should ... LOL I haven't forgotten it's just Sgt. Ottery comes first ... but I will be back ... soon ... I hope. LOL Until then ... feel free to spam with Rupert piccies ... :lol: |
And so it begins ... By Ottery St. Catchpole In which Ottery falls madly in love…Ron’s just cute…Harry *sighs* is trying to save the world AGAIN…Teddy tries to take it over…Hermione knows it all…Seamus & Dean are at it again…and I introduce an umpteen number of new characters even more subplots and a lot of chaos, crossing my fingers and praying that this whole mess makes sense soon to someone. Chapter Three: This fic has aliens in it doesn’t it? Or With enemies like these who needs family…LOL…no wait, they are my family. :cry: Hollywood, USA Silvester Stallone was at the next table talking about his next movie, Rocky 7: Rambo’s revenge, and two tables further away Tori Spelling was letting her pet Chihuahua have it’s own cup of tea as she talked to her producer. “I’m seeing you on the big screen baby. Just sign on the dotted line and I’ll make you a star. The biggest, the best, the richest,” the man said as he pushed the contract towards the little bear. “Bigger than Brad?” Teddy asked chomping on his cigar, sitting outside the thousand-dollar-a-cup café. “Bigger than Brad, bigger than Jen, bigger than Brad and Jen when they were together,” the agent said seeing dollar signs in his eyes. He was thinking of selling the little bear to a circus for loads of cash. Circus of the stars would love to have him as their mascot, of course that would mean no more cigars but what did he care, he would be making millions. “Sounds like fun…but I’m looking for something a little bigger than Hollywood.” Like revenge on Ottery, I’m always the one who gets the raw end of the deal in these little fiascos. The little bear put out his cigar on the man’s hand without noticing. “I’ll get back to you Todd,” Ted said, thinking of how he was going to kill Ottery. It’ll be an air strike. He’ll never see it coming. Teddy called for the check even as the man screamed. He started to walk away. Let the guy pay for it, he was going to need all his money to rent a plane, a B12 bomber even. :albus: |
And Bing-o was his name-o Ottery St. (the hero not the town, geez do I have to tell you all everything…LOL, okay, okay) Hogwarts “Biscuit?” Dumbledore asked offering the dark haired boy some of the most scrumptious delights in the wizarding world, chocolate covered cookies. “I’m worried Dumbledore, I don’t know where Teddy is. He hasn’t tried to contact me by cell phone or owl…” The boy was saying from where he sat across from the headmaster in his office. “You don’t have a cell phone Ottery. You hate ‘those wretched things.’ That’s what you call them, isn’t it? And your last owl went on strike remember?” Dumbledore replied drinking his tea, and barely suppressing an urge to shake the boy. He would get those every so often, but there was just something about Ottery that seemed to say he needed a good shake to get him back to his senses. The boy sighed, “Yeah, I guess Aristotle got tired of just owl treats. He didn’t seem to like dodging all those obstacles either. Then Teddy kept wanting him to send back those letter bombs Tia Isabel keeps sending me. Problem is they’re set to go off when they arrive.” “Is she still trying to kill you?” Dumbledore asked politely. The boy grinned embarrassedly. This was old news. “They all are. You should have seen the last family reunion.” Ottery said, sighing as he remembered. :hagrid: |
B-i-n-g-o B-i-n-g-o Interlude Ottery’s family reunion: “Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Pepito said, pulling on his Tio Ottery’s leg. “What duck, Pepito? I thought we were having cabritooooooooooooooooh!” The boy said throwing himself on the floor as a cannonball came soaring by. “Who was that?” Ottery asked. He had ducked enough cannonballs in his life to know what it was. He was more interested in knowing who had fired it in the first place. “Abuelita and Teddy,” Pepito said jumping up and laughing. Ten was a wicked age to be, Ottery thought to himself. He wondered if he’d ever been that evil at ten, probably. “Here I thought Abuelita liked me,” Ottery exclaimed sighing dejectedly. Seconds later another cannonball exploded a few feet away. “I think I better keep a low profile until dinner,” the boy said crawling away towards the kitchen. The living room was becoming a war zone. Dinner however proved to be an equally perilous affair. “I thought the old mummy loved me.” Ottery remarked to Pepito, who simply smiled back. He was his uncle’s only ally. Somebody had to be neutral, no? “Pass the butter Otts,” Teddy said from the other side of the table. “You don’t eat,” Ottery said, ducking when he noticed the wicked grin on Teddy’s face. He heard the sound of a knife striking the back of his chair. He peeked over the table’s edge and looked further down the table to find his youngest brother whistling and making to reach for the potatoes. He really wasn’t subtle at all, was he? Ottery was about to say something when his sister smiled and handed him the salad, which was consequently making a hissing noise. “What the?!” he knocked the bowl out of her hand where it spilled on the floor a cobra slithered away hissing obscenities. (No, Ottery is not a parseltongue, Teddy is, and having heard him curse enough times Ottery had picked up a few swear words). He looked up to see his sister’s face; all false innocence. “Now how did that get there?” she asked and turned back to her plate. “I’m just going to wait for dessert if that’s okay mom?” Ottery said, but before he could excuse himself from the table Tia Isabel handed him the green bean casserole. “Green bean Ottery? It’s to die for,” she said, and there was something about the way she had said that which would have set off alarms in anyone’s head let alone the dark haired boy who knew to expect the worst from the evil hag. Ottery noticed it was hissing too, more of a continual fizzing actually. He could tell what it was merely by the sound. He could see half of a black ball with a fuse sticking out of it. In the center of the casserole was a bomb. He took the dished, sighed dejectedly, and ran out of the house while his little niece laughed. It was no use ruining everyone’s dinner with an explosion. End Interlude |
I was about to post this as a poll ... LOL Now that would have been funny “And that’s why I never invited you over to dinner Dumbledore,” Ottery finished explaining. Dumbledore walked away from the pensieve, where they had both been standing, with a look of despair. Having seen Ottery’s family Dumbledore could now truly say that he had looked on the face of true evil [O: And you all thought Teddy was bad :cry:]) then looking at Ottery Dumbledore’s expression turned to one of deepest sorrow. “Licorice snap?” he asked. You really can’t blame the headmaster, he was just trying to make things a little bit better. “Thanks.” The boy made to take one, “Ouch, nasty blighters!” Ottery exclaimed taking out his wand and zapping them as they bounced around trying to bite him. “You like yours charbroiled?” Dumbledore asked smiled. “BBQ style. Incendio!” |
More story to post ... *whistles* Soon enough nightfall had descended on Hogwarts. “There are Martians on Mars Dumbledore,” Ottery remarked as they walked the empty, moonlit school grounds. “I would…uhm…expect…if there were Martians…that that is were they would be.” Dumbledore replied cautiously as if he were dealing with an unstable bomb that might go off at any moment for no reason. Most people who knew Ottery handled him that way, the boy had a knack for exploding at the most inopportune times. “Were nothing Wulfie. I know what I’m telling you, they’re there! They live in the canals, underneath the surface of the planet. It’s too dry on the surface…the one we can see anyway.” The boy replied with passion. Dumbledore was waving hello at the Giant Squid over by the lake. “Professor Sinistra laughed when I told her your explanation,” The Headmaster told the boy delicately but firmly. He looked at Ottery with such compassion but he couldn’t hold the pose too long, he had known the boy for years and he broke out laughing hysterically. Martians on Mars, Ottery had told a few ones in his life but this one … well it took the cake, and the party along with it. “Yeah well Nancy never did like me [Nancy Sinistra…yes kiddies that was a joke, feel free to laugh] she always thought I was weird,” Ottery went on. It was not the first time that someone had laughed in his face about an idea or other he had had. “Probably still mad about that astrolabe I turned into a rhino. I told her it was an accident.” “Ottery you have no proof, and this…uhm NASA organization of the muggles, seems pretty convinced that there’s nothing there, now,” Dumbledore managed to reply between guffaws. “What do they know? Like they’ve ever been there,” the boy reasoned. They hadn’t … if you didn’t count those funky probes. Dumbledore looked at the boy with a straight face, as if asking, “And you have?” “I’ve got a really powerful telescope,” Ottery answered then started to pout. “Well I do.” “Ottery, without proof you can hardly expect me to present this to the Wizengamot on your behalf. The last time I presented them anything to do with you … well you know how that went don’t you?” “How was I supposed to know the stupid giant monster was going to attack Japan instead of us? Dumb, stupid lizard. I swear, I ever see Godzilla this side of the pond I’m gonna single handedly kick his radioactive bum,” the boy threatened. “Yes well, the muggles seemed to have handled it well enough on their own.” “Running around and screaming in Japanese isn’t handling it Dumbledore. If Teddy & I hadn’t of piloted Mecha Godzilla it would have been a disaster.” [Author’s Note: If you all ask nicely I might just write Teddy & Ottery versus Godzilla as it’s own side story :poke: ] “It was a disaster Ottery. The Japanese seem to think it was actually because you and Teddy were piloting that Mecha Godzilla that he attacked actually. The Wizarding Diet has asked you never return to Japan. You’re persona non grata there if I remember. They had to call in Mothra to mop up, remember?” “Stupid icky bug. Left that nasty cocoon on the Tokyo Tower. Serves them right … I should have used my Gundam and stomped the city myself. Ungrateful brats,” Ottery said to himself under his breath. “Until Teddy gets here with your evidence, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to do anything for you Ottery. But about that cursed diamond I sent you to retrieve…” “I’ve got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, wanna come?” Ottery asked, smiling nervously trying to evade the issue. “I don’t much care for the sport Ottery, but I’ve got a friend who would love to go in my place,” the Headmaster replied, a twinkle in his eye. “I swear if you’re trying to set me up on another blind date again Dumbledore … ” Ottery threatened. The Headmaster just laughed at that and Ottery watched him curiously. :malfoy: |
Neville & Luke: Baby you CAN drive my car “Gran is going to kill me,” Neville said nervously. Luke turned to say something snappish but stopped when he saw the giant grin on the boy’s face. Neville was loving it. Heaven knew the old bat deserved what she got, with any luck she was having a heart attack over the notion that her Nevypoo had run away, or worse had been kidnapped. Luke wanted to get back at the old crone for making him hide out most of the time. Gran seemed to feel it was her job to manage most of Neville’s free time so Luke had been alone for the better part of the holidays, except at night when the boy could escape, or on those occasions when Gran had gone into town. Finally, Luke had had enough. He had gotten tickets to the Quidditch World Cup (yes very last minute, through a wizard scalper), and they had of course Neville for his part didn’t know, or much care really, for muggle transport anymore than he cared for brooms. The idea of apparition was out of the question, however, since neither of them could do it. For his part, Neville was happy with the idea of portkeys for getting around everywhere. But, Luke had insisted they take the car, after all, such a beautiful, fast piece of engineering just sitting in the castle garage gathering dust. It was a travesty. “Your uncle Algie really knows how to pick cars doesn’t he?” Luke said when they had first seen the large collection of cars in the garage. BMW’s, Mercedes Benzes, Ferraris, a Mclaren, two Buggati roadsters, and some cars so rare Luke did not recognize them. They ranged in age since before the second World War to the very present. “Sure thing,” Neville said politely. He didn’t know anything about muggle cars but if Luke thought they were cool, then they probably were. “You brought the keys right?” Luke asked. “Keys for what?” Neville replied. So it had been a late start getting going, but they were finally on the open road. |
“This is ridiculous Pansy. I don’t know what you think I did wrong … ” the blonde haired boy complained. “You want to keep the tone of your voice a little less condescending Draco,” Pansy replied silkily as they walked down the city street. “I’ll keep it … ” he sighed, forcing calm into his voice. “I don’t know what you think I did, but I don’t see how going out with … ” Here Draco Malfoy found himself at a loss for words — well those words you can use in polite company, “It! What the … ” “If you yell at me again,” Pansy said stopping him suddenly in the middle of the busy street. “I’m going to scream!” She threatened. The blonde haired Slytherin boy knew her threats were as good as promises. Pansy had turned around to look at him, and though she kept the anger in her eyes, and murder in her stance she couldn’t help thinking, that God! Draco looked cute when he was angry. His hair a little disheveled from running after her, the fire still in his eyes. It took all of her self-control not to just snog him right then and there in the middle of Trafalgar Square. “I … I didn’t … I’m … ” it seemed as if he were about apologize, and Pansy’s heart dared to soar for an instant before it fell shattering on the rocky cliff’s of reality. “Fine! Go with him and have fun,” Draco replied, strutting off with his pride and an extra ticket to the Quidditch World Cup. She had overplayed her hand. Pansy could see that now, but she could not and would not go running after him, begging for his attentions. The very idea was preposterous. So she stood there under the lamppost as he walked across the wet, busy London Street. There was no use crying about it either, so she took a deep breath and started for a waiting muggle Taxi. Theodore lived in the city; she may as well go visit him seeing as she was going to accompany him to the World Cup tomorrow. The irony didn’t escape her. She couldn’t stand the game at all. :malfoy: |
He walked the lonely streets of the big city, lost in the anonymity that the muggle crowds guaranteed him. There was something about that, being someone … just another anyone … and not someone famous. Viktor enjoyed that. Having led Bulgaria to the finals of the Quidditch World Cup, he had surrendered his common everyday anonymity in exchange for Wizarding World Fame. Viktor did not regret it, but it still took some getting used too. It was becoming increasingly difficult to go anywhere in the wizarding world and not have his name shouted at him, followed by mobs of people rushing at him. So Viktor walked the busy London streets at night under the rain, glad for it because people were more careful to look where they were walking, trying to get out of the downpour rather than care too much about whom they were walking next too. He thought about stopping in at a pub. But then thought better of it. It was a lovely night. His No-wet-duck-dry-cloak was warm, and it was fun running around in the rain and not getting soaked. Not to mention he had many things on his mind. Viktor had choices to make, a promising career as a seeker for the Bulgarian National Team, though there were other countries making offers as well. The Bulgarian Magical Mandate though was more interested in his very promising combat skills, if he wanted to he could become an auror but that would mean more schooling, then there was the Education Directive looking to make him a teacher of the Dark Arts where Durmstrang was sure to hold a place for him. There were so many things he could do. His whole future lay before him, and while Viktor was not in any hurry to rush out and meet it, he knew enough about playing games that strategy and advance planning were the key to any victory. And somewhere in the midst of all of that … he was supposed to fall in love. He jumped in a puddle letting the water splash around him, while people eyed him curiously, but Viktor did not care. If he wanted too he could run to Diagon Alley right now and have a mob of adoring people mob him. What did it matter what a few muggles thought? He started laughing at that. |
Go Go Gryffindor ... It was the oddest thing sitting under the same London sky as the Muggles but then not, such was Diagon Alley. Looking up Harry could see all the stars more brightly (because you can’t see stars in the city) as if he were still at the Burrow with the Weasley’s; but such was not the case as Harry and the Weasleys were all staying at the Leaky Cauldron the night before the cup. Sudden business had popped up at the Ministry and Mr. Weasley had been reluctant to send the kids ahead with only Charlie to supervise them. As luck would have it Bill was going to be in London (ironically enough on a similar, last-minute work incident as well) so they planned instead to go catch the match first and set up camp afterwards to stay and celebrate (or cry really depending who your galleons were on). Harry had decided to walk around the busy streets of the alley, watching wizards being wizards and loving every moment of it because they could be so open about their magic. Ron had gone ahead to get Bill over at Gringotts; he was still not talking to Hermione (well not without a lot of blushing those times he did manage to get a word out). Harry would have sworn that Ron had not looked at Hermione since that night at the lake he had been so embarrassed. It didn’t matter how many times she had apologized and said she really hadn’t caught a glimpse of anything, she’d confessed to Harry the same but poor Ron was sooooooooooooo embarrassed. It would have broken Harry’s heart had he not found it so funny. It had been a month already. “You’re being a prat Dean,” came a familiar voice from around the street corner. “I’m sorry, what’d you say Seamus?” Dean replied, in a distracted kind of way. As Harry turned the corner he saved his friend from having to reply. Seamus was staring at Dean angrily, and the other boy seemed to have a lost expression on his face, well it wasn’t so much lost as it was … happily lost…as in a dream. When Harry turned to follow Dean’s gaze, he could understand why. Walking down the street was a very lovely blonde haired girl who seemed to be smiling at everybody (of the male sex) and yet really not at any of them. Harry blinked, took his glasses off and wiped them, put them back on and continued staring when he suddenly felt a punch on his arm. “I said, ‘hello Harry,’” Seamus was saying testily, as he turned to punch Dean on the arm again. Seamus had lost the boy’s attention again when he had turned to punch Harry hello. Harry turned to look at the sandy haired boy; it was a full five seconds before he recognized him and the image of the very pretty girl disappeared from his mind’s eye, “Seamus?” “Whose side are you all on anyways?” Seamus remarked. “Ireland all the way!” Dean said, staring off. “I think I forgot my socks…” “Oh, no you didn’t,” Seamus said putting his arms around Dean to restrain him. “My Mum told me about them,” he said, nodding in the direction of the girl. “Don’t look Harry, she’ll spell you! Veela’s they’re called.” “You can call them what you like Seamus but they’re pretty,” Dean said, and Seamus started looking around for a bucket of water to douse his friend with. He would have transfigured one too right then and there if just then Ginny Weasley had not come out of Quality Quidditch Supplies the store they happened to be standing in front of. “Oh, what are you lot doing here?” Ginny asked surprised, a bag in her hand. “Slap him for me would you Gin, be a pal,” Seamus said struggling to hold back Dean. “Okay,” she said, always glad to lend a hand. A hard slap across the face woke Dean out of his reverie. “Thank you. I think,” Dean said seeing Ginny then, a hand at his cheek, which was smarting. “You’re very welcome,” she answered smiling, as Seamus let go of the boy. She blushed a little just then when she spotted Harry standing behind the boys. “What’ve you got there Ginny?” Harry asked politely, but she was saved replying (or not replying really) when the door opened again and a pretty dark haired girl stepped out between them. It seemed to Ginny that whatever she had just slapped out of Dean had suddenly hit Harry square in the face. His eyes seemed to go dreamy and she stepped out of the way to let the raven-haired girl walk by. “Thank you,” Cho said politely, and started down the street to catch up with some friends, a bag in her hands as well. She had not seen Harry … and well it was for him because he was still trying to croak out the words to say hello. Ginny wondered if she shouldn’t slap Harry across the face too … she very much felt like doing it just then. |
“What’ve you been up too kid?” Bill asked as he walked down the steps of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Ron stood up from the same steps where had been sitting. “Bill!” He shook his brother’s hand, and Bill gave him a hug. “Where’s the little brat? I was hoping she’d be here to see me,” Bill said looking around for his favorite sibling. “She and Hermione were … well … they went shopping and I didn’t …” “Girls stuff. Yup, know what you mean mate. Last thing you want to do is stand around watching girls play dress up.” Ron had been about to reply but stopped, even before he had seen the look on Bill’s face the tone had been a dead giveaway. His older brother was being sarcastic. “Well … not exactly,” Ron said shyly, looking up at his brother. “And Harry, where’s he?” “He’s probably at Floreans we were going to meet there just now actually,” Ron replied as the sound of the giant clock above the bank chimed eight o’clock. “I’m late, sorry. Had to fend off a few mummies and some curses in this ancient vault, deep down in the old section. Seems no one had been by to look over it in ages, and the inheritor didn’t know what was in it so when they tried to open it they were attacked. Well they had to call me in. Kind of a last minute thing, I was handling the paperwork on it actually … but no need to ruin your plans, let’s go meet them. The brat’ll be there won’t she? Don’t need to ask you where the twins are. Either, in trouble with Mum or just in trouble.” He laughed heartily at that. “Speaking of Mum, you know she’s going to hate your hair,” Ron warned. “You should be thanking me. If she’s busy looking at me she won’t be watching you. So … what’s up with this Hermione girl Mum’s been writing me about?” Ron blushed and clammed up suddenly. “Nothing.” Ron lied. “Why would anything be the matter with her?” |
Yes another one ... Hermione was sitting in one of the cushy chairs that the bookstore had, completely engrossed in a novel. She had opted to wait for Ginny there rather than join her in the quidditch shop, as Hermione knew she would probably not find a thing to interest her there. Hermione was wearing a long pink *snickering* dress appropriately torn in just the right places (like the woman on the book’s cover), teasingly revelatory, without compromising a lady’s virtue as her hair swayed in the salt winds (away from her face which her hair framed perfectly). Hermione was bound — not very tightly though — to the mast of a ship. Her face was set, the picture of defiance in the face of the evil Pirate Lord (she hoped Harry didn’t mind playing the part, but it was her dream and she never planned to tell him anyways, so really who cared?). “You’re not going to tell me the location of the treasure then miss?” Pirate Harry asked, a mean glint in his eyes, which were consequently underneath his glasses, as always. Hermione gave one of her annoyed sighs as response. “It’s not enough you spurn my advances, but now you choose to stand between me and my gold?” Harry said, taking his sword out of its scabbard. “Perhaps a walk with the sharks will change your mind,” he threatened. “You can do what you like with me,” Hermione said defiantly. “Well I was going to throw you to the sharks … I don’t know what you had in mind,” Harry said, and Hermione blushed. “You’ll never make me yours Captain Harry,” the frizzy haired girl answered back. “It’s really the gold I’m after,” he said winking at the red-haired pirate girl that was steering the ship. (Before you ask. Yes, it’s Ginny). He ordered two of his corsairs to unbind Hermione, while the others set the plank on the side of the ship. Very gently but firmly they walked Hermione towards the board and made her step up to the ship’s side edge. She glared insolently at the Pirate Lord, and the corsairs (who were mostly Slytherin boys). Sure, Harry really wasn’t that bad looking really, but c’mon, he was like her brother or son or something Eeeeeewwwwwwwwwww. “Ready to talk?” Pirate Lord Harry Potter asked one last time. “I’ll die first,” came Hermione’s rebellious reply. “Suits me,” Harry shrugged and turned his back as the corsairs took out their swords, those unlucky few who were stuck swabbing the deck used the handles of their mops to push her towards the edge of the plank. “Leave off. I’ll handle this,” a blonde haired pirate (one of the ones Captain Harry had swabbing the deck of the ship actually) said taking a saber from one of the other corsairs. Crabbe made to complain but then thought better of it, seeing the angry look on Draco’s face. “In you go mudblood,” he said coming at the girl meaning to scare her. The other corsairs were laughing and jeering when suddenly out of the clear, blue ocean a ship emerged. It was the HMS Jolly Roger and standing proudly by her mast … uhm soaking wet, since the boat had just emerged from the ocean … was its captain. A familiar red-haired boy who was just then spitting out seawater and tipping the water off of his hat. “Bloody hell,” he said as he spat out a goldfish onto the deck. “Rooooooooooooooonald!” Hermione screamed. The boy turned to look up at her as Harry pushed Draco out of the way and grabbed the girl by the arm pulling her onto the deck of the ship. “Unhand her you vicious fiend!” Captain Weasley cried out. “You tell ‘im Cap’n,” a dark-haired boy said suddenly as he walked out of the ships lower decks. “You’re sooooooooooo cute when you’re being bossy,” Ottery whispered, as he took out his sword. “Do we board her sir? Or fire the cannons?” Captain Weasley was thinking, and Hermione imagined he looked sooooo heroic with his wet shirt clinging to his skin, revealing the muscles underneath. If she hadn’t been screaming hysterically she might have sighed romantically, but captive heroines have to scream hysterically to show the urgency with which they want to be rescued. A little teddy bear was running towards the cannon with a lit fuse, when Captain Ronald gave the command, “No time Ottery, we’re going to ram her.” Hermione blushed, as Harry stuck his tongue out and his pirates jeered and taunted the corsairs on the HMS Jolly Roger. That however did not last very long as the Jolly Roger quite literally knocked the smiles off their faces as it rammed the Pumpkin Pasties (that’s Harry’s ship) on the open sea. The cannonball the little bear had fired went flying into the pirate ship breaking the mast in half. As to the top came crashing down Goyle fell out of the crow’s nest and landed splat on the very nicely swabbed deck of the ship. “Hey watch it!” Draco yelled, “I just swabbed that.” “Bloody ‘ell,” Captain Weasley said, and led the charge as the boys of the HMS Jolly Roger swung and climbed over to the enemy ship. “Go get ‘em boys,” Ottery said sitting on a wine cask as he took out a flask of rum. Teddy turned the cannons on the boy who promptly ran to join the rescue. It was short work and soon all of Harry’s pirates were captive. “Nice work Seamus,” Ottery said clapping his mate on the back as the sandy haired boy held a cowering Draco at sword’s end. It was then, standing center on the enemy ship, that the red-haired captain took the bushy haired girl by the arms in a firm but not rough gesture. She slammed into his chest. “What are you planning to do with me, Captain?” Hermione asked breathlessly, while Pirate Lord Harry rolled his eyes. He had only been after the treasure; it never would have worked with that girl. Hermione could see Captain Weasley smiling roguishly and she blushed as he bent down about to brush his soft lips against hers when suddenly… End Interlude |
I shipped N/Hr? “Hermione are you all right?” A familiar voice followed by a gentle push awoke her. “Oh my God, was I sleeping?” She asked nervously, the book she had been reading still clutched in her hands. “Neville? What are you doing here?” She asked trying to stifle a yawn and covering it with the back of her hand. “I thought I recognized you so I came into the store.” “Yes, but what are you doing here?” She insisted in that determined way she had, always seeking the answer. “Luke and I are here for the Quidditch Cup, we’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron and … well, we thought we’d look around a bit since I had to owl my Gran to let her know I’m all right,” He said as a matter of fact. “I’m here for the match too,” she said brightly, yawning again. “I’m sorry. I came here to look at some books. I found one and there was this comfortable chair and I guess … I thought I was in the Common Room and I must’ve fallen asleep. Neville smiled at her. She looked lovely. But in her sleep he could have sworn she had been muttering something like “Honestly Ronald.” Whatever could that possibly mean? “Want to get some ice cream? It’s nice and warm outside.” “But it’s raining in London.” “Well the Leaky Cauldron isn’t exactly in London is it?” Neville answered and held out his hand for her to take. |
At the bar or Floreans… “Yes, Dean’s tongue was on the floor. You’d think he’d never seen a girl,” Ginny was telling Hermione and Neville who were laughing smugly while Dean tried to play it off as if it were nothing. “You jealous or something Weasley?” he said. “I’d look at you like that if you didn’t have so many brothers,” Dean said in a whisper only they two could hear. Ginny blushed at that. Meanwhile next to them at another table Fred and George were picking on Seamus who sat nursing his Neapolitan Icescapade (a delightful confection really, it was your usual chocolate, vanilla, strawberry ice cream but the sprinkles sparkled and danced while humming the La Marseilles). Seamus eyed Dean murderously but didn’t know why he was so angry with the boy. It did not help the matter any that Dean was completely oblivious to Seamus’ rage and was playfully flirting with Ginny Weasley. Harry who was sitting next to them had heard the remark between Dean and Ginny turned away from Bill and Ron for a minute whom he’d been speaking with, but turned back as he realized he did not want to seem like he was eavesdropping; though that was exactly what he started doing. “What were you saying Bill?” Harry asked distractedly. “You’re going to be having loads of fun this year. I wish I could go back,” Bill teased. “Oh, don’t mind him Harry,” Ron said, between mouthfuls of French Vanilla Delight, the greatest confection known to wizarding kind. It was quite simply one of the rarest, softest, and sweetest tasting, and of course the most expensive ice creams Florean served. Made from a secret recipe by French fairies it was enchanted never to melt except in someone’s mouth. Knowing how much Ron liked it and how poor they were, Ginny had asked Bill to get it for her and then traded it with Ron for her favorite desert (which Ron had ordered) Bubblegum Ice cream, which wasn’t like muggle ice cream which you would expect to be plain ice cream flavored like bubble gum. No, this one you could chew and blow into bubbles or simply leave it on your tongue until it melted like regular ice cream … and each bite came in a different flavor not unlike different types of bubblegum, and the bubbles you blew became different things too not just bubbles, they were flowers, or wiener dogs, or snakes. Ron was taking his sweet time about eating his ice cream, savoring every precious spoonful, Hermione blushed when she looked at him, Neville had said he had not heard her speaking in her sleep just mumbling something unintelligible so it didn’t really matter. Just the same, she had made him promise absolute silence. He had of course agreed. Still she couldn’t help smiling as she watched Ron making such a spectacle of eating ice cream. He would take a spoonful and look at it, and slowly carry it to his mouth and leave the spoon there, closing his eyes as if he were lost in a sweet dream. Hermione could almost swear he was moaning after every bite. “Ron stop that,” Bill said annoyed. “You don’t understand. This is soooooooooo good,” he explained a giant smile on his face. “So share some then,” Bill said and took up his spoon to steal some. “Get your own,” Ron complained, moving his ice cream closer and fending off Bill’s spoon with his own. It was then Hermione took a chance and stole a spoonful. “Thank you Ron,” she said, and waited for him to see her just as she put it in her mouth. “Heeeeeeey!” He complained, though if Hermione could have paid attention just then she would have noticed there was no edge of annoyance to his tone with her as with Bill. Hermione however was lost in French Vanilla Heaven. This was enchanting ice cream, indeed! “Bugger off you two,” Seamus said finally and walked off, getting everyone’s attentions. He walked off angrily bumping into a gray haired boy who was coming to sit at the table. “Wonder how he knows I’m rooting for Bulgaria?” Luke said smartly, and took Seamus’ empty seat. Dean looked over upset. What was wrong with Seamus? He couldn’t really be taking the whole bit about rooting for the other team so seriously. “Dean, this is — ,” Neville had begun. “I’m Luke Spencer,” the boy said, getting up and shaking everyone’s hand, smiling graciously, well everyone except Ron who was having a moment of ice cream ecstasy just then. Harry could not get that dark haired girl out of his mind, and Ginny though she smiled and laughed with everyone’s jokes could not bring herself to take her eyes off of Harry. She knew she must because the whole night he had not once turned to look at her or talk to her. It was as if she was not there. It had always been that way, too timid to talk to him, he seldom ever spoke to her, and it was as if she was not there. “I need to stretch my legs a bit,” Ginny said, standing up while Neville and Dean who were sitting on either side of her, did likewise. “Me too,” Dean said and Ginny thought that it was not so much a walk Dean wanted as a walk with her. He however had not counted on Neville and his chivalrous ways. “I’ll walk with you Ginny,” he had said in the same instant, and she had said yes without thinking. They both looked at her questioningly wondering which one of them she had meant that for. When she did not say, they both took it to mean them. Bill & The twins had already left to go to the Leaky Cauldron to an early bed, while Ron was still busy with his ice cream, oblivious to Hermione chiding him while Luke watched, and Harry was lost in dreams of that raven haired girl. All in all, it was a lovely night. |
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By Ottery St. Catchpole In which Ottery falls madly in love…Ron’s just cute…Harry *sighs* is trying to save the world AGAIN…Teddy tries to take it over…Hermione knows it all…Seamus & Dean are at it again…and I introduce an umpteen number of new characters even more subplots and a lot of chaos, crossing my fingers and praying that this whole mess makes sense soon to someone. Chapter Four:(Ottery & Professor Snape go to the Quidditch World Cup) WTH are you doing here? or Not on your Life! Dumbledore’s Revenge The dark haired boy was standing around outside of the giant metal stadium that would be the home of the Quidditch World Cup in a few hours, humming the tune of an old familiar song. Dumbledore had said his companion would meet him outside of the entrance gates (Ottery had seats in the Minister’s box — yes along with the Malfoy’s, and the Weasley’s). The dark haired boy was relishing the thought of sitting next to Ron Weasley — whom Ottery thought was so cute — the boy had come early to get good seats, even if they were reserved. Ottery did not fancy having to duel Lucius (again) even for a nice spot at a Quidditch match. He was tapping his shoe on the soft ground impatiently, annoyed as well, as he watched the crowds of people going into the stadium. |
You guessed it ... another interlude. “How will I know?” Ottery had asked the headmaster. “Well Ottery, aside from the fact that he’s got the tickets you gave me. You’ll know him when you see him,” Dumbledore had said cryptically. A fact that should have had alarm bells ringing in the boy’s head, but alas Ottery’s mind, was still preoccupied with Teddy’s whereabouts and Lex Luthor. “So this isn’t a blind date then?” The dark haired boy asked warily as he sat across from the headmaster. Still the old wizard was not looking him in the eyes and that was always a sign of trouble. “You can blame an old man for worrying about you?” Dumbledore asked. “I can blame and old man for meddling,” Ottery remarked. “Seriously, Susan Bones?” “She’s a very nice girl,” Dumbledore replied. Susan really was a very nice, sweet girl. Ottery could remember their date the last semester, they had gone together to Hogsmeade. He had spent most of it trying to keep Ron in his sights. “Girl being the operative word, Wulfie,” Ottery shot back, crossing his arms and pouting as was his wont whenever he was annoyed. “I always thought you and that Melissa girl … ” Dumbledore began, looking out into space. “Are you even listening to me?” Ottery remarked. End Interlude |
I was an O/S shipper??? WTF???!!!!!!!!!!1111111 Thus far, Ottery had recognized everyone. He’d said hello to the Lovegoods, ducked away from Neville’s Gran who was running around with Princess Thea’s Thugs: Luke, Brandon, Spike and Rosebud. Ottery had been impressed, the old lady obviously had connections. Mob connections, yo! King Blaze was the biggest mob boss in the states, with connections everywhere … from the Queen to Steven Spielberg. You wanted it, he could get it for you, but favors had to be repaid with favors or you would find yourself swimming with the fishies. The thugs present, of course that meant Princess Thea was at the match, and Ottery hoped he would run into her. It was going to be hard not too, she would stick out like a light bulb that one, especially if she was with Jack Snow then she would be positively blinking. The girl had a curious habit of changing colors, not a metamorphmagus ability this was unique to her. Her color reflected her sentiments. They had joked around about Thea being a mood ring. Ottery remembered mood rings, they’d been really popular with muggles in the 60’s when he had been hanging out with the Beatles (yeah, I’m cool like that! ;) ). “You’re smiling like an idiot St. Catchpole. Stop that,” a cold familiar voice came suddenly from behind the boy. “Dear God in heaven!” Ottery screamed, turning around. He put his fingers together making a cross. People began to stare. “Stop that you insolent twerp,” the man in black replied, swatting the boy’s hands away. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!” Ottery screamed. “I know he didn’t!” the boy yelled in mid tantrum. Smiling, something he didn’t often do, Professor Snape took out a pair of tickets to the cup match, an evil glint in his eyes but his face otherwise impassive. Ottery was on the ground sucking his thumb in the fetal position, and crying for his Mama when the Potions Master took out his wand and shocked him where he lay. He had been contemplating using an unforgivable, but there were too many people around. “Ouch, you ruddy basta — I mean Professor. Just, what’d you do that for?” Ottery exclaimed, rubbing his bum where he’d been shocked. “You don’t have to go St. Catchpole. I’m not exactly sure why Dumbledore wanted me here. I can assure if you, if he had warned me I’d have to be working with you ... ” “Because you’re a walk in the park,” Ottery mumbled a retort. “I think you’ve caused me enough trouble,” Professor Snape replied. “None you didn’t deserve Snivellus,” Ottery threw back. He knew he had gone too far having said that (wisdom always seemed to come to him later rather than sooner) and Ottery wished he could take it back. If I ever find that other scarab, I can rewind all my stupid moments. He thought to himself. That’s going to be a full time job when I do get my hands on it. “You’d do well to remember our roles now, boy!” Severus threw back. Ottery rolled his eyes already expecting the following remark, “Detention!” “We’re not in school. The term hasn’t even started, you prat,” the boy whined. “But I have. Detention!” “So that’s just the first one right?” Ottery said sarcastically. “Three detentions and if you smart off one more time … ” “Smart? Me? I wouldn’t know the meaning of the word.” “Detention! That’s four. We can keep this up — ,” Professor Snape said his arms crossed not even the flicker of a smile on his lips though Ottery well knew the Potion’s Master was enjoying himself too much. “Yes. Fine.” Ottery replied, rolling his eyes and not looking at his Potion’s Master for fear of what else he might suddenly feel an urge to say. “Fine, what Catchpole?” “Fine, what sir!” Ottery replied. “Some things it seems never change.” “Yeah, I love you too,” Ottery grumbled as he crossed his arms and plain glared. |
Trouble ahead ... not for the squeemish The little teddy bear walked up to the old commandant; a man dressed in a meticulously cared for, spotlessly brilliant old French military uniform. It was like something out of an old film. In the early evening a chill wind was blowing across a late French summer. The man knelt down in front of the bear and kissed him on either cheek. “Alle et que vous reussir a faire.” Go, and may you succeed. The commandant had said. The bear nodded solemnly, saluted and said, “Vive le France!” “Vive le France,” the old commandant replied, returning the salute. The little bear pulled down his goggles over his eyes and ran to the plane, which sat on the dirt runway about to take off. Ottery would not be expecting an aerial attack not at the Quidditch World Cup, but he was gonna get one. If the boy thought he could go and ditch his bear halfway around the world and then go to the most anticipated game of the century and not invite him? He was crazy loco. No. Vengeance would be Teddy’s. He climbed the ladder to the old World War I Sopwith Camel and prepared for takeoff. The bear jumped into the pilot seat and cackled madly as he started the plane down the runway. |
En tus manos yo aprendi a beber agua ... “I can’t believe Dumbledore trusts you,” Snape said as he lead the way to the Minister’s box. Walking behind him Ottery was mimicking his gestures and making an angry pouty face trying to be as stern looking as the Potion’s Master. “Why Severus, I didn’t know you liked Quidditch,” a cold haughty voice spoke suddenly. “I don’t. I’m here by request, it seems one of Dumbledore’s charges needed an escort.” Professor Snape replied moving aside to reveal Ottery who was still making faces. He stopped in the midst of one and gave Lucius a dirty look. “You look awfully familiar,” Mr. Malfoy remarked lifting the boy’s chin with his cane. “I do? I mean, of course I do. I was mimicking Snape here,” Ottery said quickly, trying to cover as he pushed the cane away. He well recognized Lucius Malfoy from their days at school together, but the older man should not have recognized him. It was then Ottery realized he had left the locket in his other pants. “He’s a schoolmate father,” Draco said, walking around Lucius Malfoy. “I didn’t think you liked Quidditch Catchpole. You’ve never taken to flying well have you?” “Not on a broom, no,” Ottery muttered, but Snape was quick to smack him on the back of the head. “I mean, no. I don’t particularly care for it. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy watching others do it now and then though.” He replied as he rubbed the spot on his head where the Potion’s Master had struck him. He was giving the man an ugly look but Snape pretended he couldn’t see it. “We’re headed to the Minister’s box,” Lucius began. “Fancy that, so are we,” the Potion’s Master replied without the slightest trace of humor. Ottery watched the two Death Eaters eyeing each other. Whatever they were thinking they were not speaking to each other or communicating it by any means he could see. Of course Ottery sucked at Legilimens considering his thoughts were always turning to the lascivious or chocolate gluttony, his quick fire temper did not help any either. It was Lucius who broke eye contact and Snape grabbing a hold of the dark haired boy dragged him along first. Still, Lucius could not help thinking he knew the boy from somewhere else. The question was where? (Actually the question was when but Lucius didn’t know and I’m not about to blab … sooo … yeah.) |
I am the worlds fastest writer ... no honest ... Mr. Weasley was talking with Bill and Charlie as they walked the group of kids through the long steps up to the Minister’s Box. It was not difficult finding the place. It was the highest spot in the stadium. They were all completely wrapped up in the excitement of the coming match, they stopped every now and then to greet someone Arthur Weasley recognized from the Ministry or old school mates of Bill and Charlie’s. It was slow but steady progress as they walked up along the metal runways of the stadium. Still everything was not happiness and smiles, as evidenced by an argument taking place in the center of the group. “You’re being a prat Seamus,” Dean was saying angrily. It was all he could do to keep himself from belting the other boy across the face. Ever since he had stormed off from Floreans the sandy haired boy had not said a single word to his best mate. “I don’t like the looks of this,” Neville whispered to Luke. “Want me to handle it?” Luke asked. “On second thought maybe you should.” They were Neville’s friends after all, and it was he who didn’t want them fighting. Luke wouldn’t have minded a nice brawl before the match … heck during or after either, but that would just be asking for a totally fun day. “I … I … you think I should?” Neville asked nervously. Luke nodded and pushed the boy ahead. “Fine, be a prat Seamus see if I ruddy well care,” Dean said, pushing past the boy shoving him aside and right into Neville. “Watch it Longbottom,” Seamus complained. “Sorry,” Neville said sheepishly, as if it indeed had been his fault and not just Seamus’ misplaced anger. Luke rolled his eyes and turned his attentions instead to listening in on the twin’s conversation. It was something to do with taking bets. Luke was wondering if he could possibly get in on some of that action. He had more hope in that than in poor Neville ever getting a backbone. Ginny sighed as she watched Harry, Ron and Hermione playing with their omnioculars decked out in their Irish green, faces painted (Hermione’s was makeup, the boy’s of course were looking like the mascots for the Irish team) she wished that she could be a part of that. She felt someone bump into her. “I’m sorry,” Dean said, as she turned about to snap at him. “It’s all right,” Ginny said, all thoughts of being angry driven out of her head suddenly. “Why didn’t you paint your face?” Ginny asked. “Because I think I’m going to root for Bulgaria!” Dean said loudly, looking over his shoulder. Ginny thought she caught a glimpse of Seamus’s eyes watering obviously from anger because in seconds Neville and Luke were at either side restraining him. “What’s going on with you and … ” “Piece of advice Gin. When you’re with one guy, the topic of conversation should not be some other guy, kay kid?” Dean said, and walked off ahead of her to join the infamous trio. “I’m not a kid,” Ginny said equally as affronted as Seamus. |
Geez there's loads more ... “Considering you hate Quidditch. What the devil are you doing here anyways Sevs?” Ottery asked in a whisper, as he sat in the center row next to the Potion’s Professor. Just why had he wanted to sit so close to the edge anyways? “Detention, St. Catchpole,” Professor Snape said calmly. “That makes it an even dozen now. Doesn’t it?” “There’s a word for people like you … but I can’t say because there are children present,” Ottery replied, meaning Malfoy who was sitting with his father in the row in front of them. “So, are you going to tell me or am I going to have to guess Professor?” Ottery asked again whispering, smearing that last word with all the sarcasm he could muster. “De — ,” “Don’t even!” “Depends,” Snape said smugly. Ottery sat up when he noticed the Minister greeting Mr. Weasley and his lot. Soon enough they were all getting to their seats. “Hey Ron,” Ottery said with stars in his eyes, as the red haired boy sat next to him. “Hey Otts,” Ron said smiling, completely oblivious to Ottery’s affections. Ottery suddenly felt a smack at the back of his head and he turned around positively glaring at Professor Snape. Just what the devil had he done now? Though that did explain why the old sod had decided to change seats and sit behind him. The Potions Master pointed to the others, Hermione had been saying hello for what now must have been the twelfth time. “Hello Ottery!” Hermione said, exasperated. “Hello Herms,” Ottery said. “Hey Harry,” he said more happily. “Dean, Seamus.” He went down the list naming everyone; everyone waving back and saying hi, finally ending in, “Hello Cornelius.” The last one got him another smack on the back of the head, and he had to apologize quickly and feign repentance at being so familiar with the Minister of Magic. Ottery could remember lending Cornelius candy money as a kid (which he never got back consequently) but for the sake of disguising his predicament, he had to be more careful. Lucius’ brows rose curiously but he said nothing. The Minister smiled friendly-like and waved back until he realized whom he was smiling at. He had found that boy obnoxious since the day they had met at school all those years ago at Willow woods Creek Academy, and a part of him still felt guilty that he had never paid him back that candy money. |
OMG! This is a novel ... Ottery was busily listening to every word pouring out of Ronald Weasley’s very cute pink lips as the red haired boy veritably worshiped in words the very thought of Viktor Krum. Ottery was so busy in fact that he had not noticed that one of the people he had said hello too, was none other than Luke Spencer, an old acquaintance. Luke for his part was halfway down into his chair when he realized he had just said hello to Ottery St. Catchpole. Just what the hell was that boy doing there now? Luke turned to look but noticed the dark haired boy completely enraptured in Ron’s speech. Most likely the red haired boy was going on about Viktor Krum or ice cream, those seemed to be his only passions as best Luke could tell. “I don’t much care for Quidditch either really,” Dean was telling Hermione. “I’m only here because … well because of Seamus actually.” “Fancy a snog?” Hermione said as the wind whistled by. “Excuse me?” Dean asked surprised, but by no means repulsed by the idea. “I said, do you fancy splitting a dog with me? You know … a hot dog? I’m sure they sell these things around here somewhere,” Hermione said, smiling politely. “Yeah, sure,” Dean replied, a little disappointed. He stood up and held out his hand to help Hermione up. He was an old school gentleman. Seamus was giving Harry a rundown of all of Ireland’s players, which ones were the best and what each player’s strength’s and weaknesses were, so caught up in their discussion they did not notice their friends stand up and leave. Snape was merely sneering. Just why had Dumbledore sent him to the ruddy Quidditch game? He had warned of the possibility of trouble, but wherever Ottery went that was a highly likely possibility. And where the devil was that infernal bear? That was what worried Snape. Ottery without his Teddy Bear meant trouble. Who else could possibly rein the boy in? |
And still more story ... too bad we have so few nice colors *sighs* “Bloody hell,” came the familiar remark, voiced however by lips not so fondly acquainted with the phrase. Ottery and Ron turned to look at Neville at the other end of the row across from the steps that ran down the center of the box. It was easy to spot him, he was the boy trying to disappear into his chair. As they looked up they could see exactly why he wanted to disappear. Neville’s Gran was standing by the entrance of the box flanked by two thugs on either side. Tall menacing looking chaps, they looked as if they were looking to tear something (or someone) apart, they were dressed in dark Armani suits with equally dark shades covering their eyes. Ottery waved, and they waved back. The boy raised a box of Bertie Botts to ask if they wanted any, and Luke smiled and made to come down but was stopped by Gran elbowing him. Luke was not very smart, but he was sweet. “Seriously, ladies first lads,” Gran exclaimed. “I remember the days of gentlemen and chivalry,” the old Belle dame complained. “She was around during the middle ages?” Ron remarked under his breath. “Men would actually tip a hat to a lady,” Gran was saying taking one of the thug’s hands for support as she walked down the center stairs. Cornelius Fudge ran up to greet her, and he smiled cautiously despite the mean glares from the sunglasses and suit-wearing thugs surrounding her. “Who’s the old bat?” Ron asked, and Ottery coughed a warning at him. The vulture on her head was not just for show. Her face stared up suddenly pining both boys to the spot as if she had inhuman super hearing. Ottery smiled nervously and almost fainted, while Ron gulped in embarrassment and turned every shade of red. They were saved however by Luke Spencer, who had chosen just that moment to walk back from making the rounds of taking bets for the twins, for a cut of the profits of course. Luke was nice, he was not however a fool. He walked past the thugs and missed seeing the old lady because of them, and turned to speak to Neville. “Bought you a ticket Longbottom. I don’t know why you think Bulgaria’s going to win, I mean Ireland’s got the stronger team … ,” he started. “Neville!” The old bat … er, I mean the old woman yelled, turning sharply on the grey haired boy standing by her nephew. “Flaming monkeys!” Luke exclaimed. “Yes Gran?” Neville asked, standing at attention like a soldier reporting to a commanding officer. “What the devil are you doing here?” she asked menacingly. Though she well knew the answer. She had had them followed. “We’re here to see Quidditch you old bat!” Luke remarked angrily. “Oh, bother,” the Minister said wondering what exactly he should do. “This should be interesting,” Draco said to his father. “Don’t gloat son, it’s unbecoming. Still, what else can you expect when you allow just any riffraff into the top box?” “Hey!” Mr. Weasley said standing up. From either side of him Bill and Charlie took a hold of their father’s arms. Severus buried his face in his hands. The bloody match hadn’t even started yet and the fighting was already begun. Perhaps more menacing than that somewhere flying over the English Channel a little teddy bear wearing goggles and piloting a Sopwith Camel was cackling madly as he flew ready to enact his revenge. |
Hermione and Dean were walking down one of the larger corridors, which were slowly emptying out as people found their seats and it got closer to the start of the match. “I love the wizarding world, don’t get me wrong,” Hermione explained. “It’s just that sometimes I miss the muggle world. All this back and forth doesn’t it drive you crazy? I mean having to be so secretive about magic in the muggle world and here in the wizarding world getting odd stares just because you happen to mention a sparkplug.” “What do you know about cars, Ms. Granger?” Dean asked flirting, coming out of his bored stupor. Hermione really could drone on sometimes. “Muggle cars? Everything. Wizarding cars I’m still learning, why?” she asked a bright smile on her face. “Because I love cars,” Dean replied in genuine surprise. “My mum’s fixing up this old Mustang and well … How can you know about cars?” He asked exasperated. “Because I do. I’ve been mechanically inclined since I can remember. My friend Violet and I used to take things apart when we were younger. But there’s just not much call for it in the magical world now is there?” she answered matter of factly. “Have you ever told Ron or Harry?” Dean asked curiously. “They wouldn’t be interested to know.” She remarked sadly. “Their loss then,” Dean said smiling. They walked up to the concession stand and ordered one really long hot dog which they took turns eating (From opposite ends of course) while they talked more excitedly about cars. |
I wrote this when I was ten ... no really ... LOL Princess Thea for her part never actually did make it to the Minister’s box, she and J.T. Snow Jr. had stopped to buy Pop’s Popping Popcorn and ended up making out on the stairs leading to the box. Really, who had time for Quidditch when there was so much kissing to be done? |
Ultimate efficency ... Luke had obviously overstepped his bounds calling Gran ‘old bat’ with a simple nod she had ordered two of the thugs to drag him off, no doubt for a sound beating. Ottery had to fight a mad compulsion to kiss Ron right then and there, he was looking so cute glaring angrily at the thugs taking Luke away (Ron hardly knew the boy, but to his sense of loyalty that didn’t matter). “I’ll handle this, you make sure your dad doesn’t get fired, okay?” Ottery said nodding in the direction of Arthur, giving Ron a quick smile as he ran after the thugs. “St. Catchpole?” Ottery heard Gran say to Neville. “Just what the devil riffraff have you been hanging around with boy?” She hollered. “I see she’s still sore about not taking her out to the dance,” Ottery thought to himself. “No time for that now though.” The dark haired boy ran out into the metal hallway and saw nothing. It was empty. “Okay if I were a thug where could I get enough privacy to beat up a punk and then have a place to dump him?” |
Scooby Dooby Doo ... Ottery ran down the empty halls. Everyone was seated, the game set to start any minute, but the thugs and the poor fool were nowhere to be found. The dark haired boy ran down the metal walkways, the sound of his shoes echoing around him, announcing his coming. Where were they? Was he going to be too late? Too late to see Ron’s face when the match began, because he really could care less about Luke. The dumb jerk had gotten Ottery into trouble before with his crazy schemes; a sound beating could probably do the boy a lot of good. Of course Ottery realized that was exactly what everyone thought about him. He started running more quickly. He really did want to see Ron again; he’d missed seeing him all summer. |
That could have all been one post now I think on it ... Suffice it to say, Ottery was not happy to find Luke and the thugs (Spike and Rosebud) sitting on the steps laughing, chatting like the best of friends sharing Pop’s Popping Popcorn, which at that moment was popping rather madly all sorts of different colors and shapes. It came in different colors and tastes, and it was some of the lightest, fluffiest popcorn in the whole wizarding world. The best part was that there were no unpopped kernels left ever. Ottery would have strangled them but Ron was waiting and he didn’t imagine Ron and Professor Snape would be having a nice chat in his absence. Then there was Malfoy to worry about too. |
Wow, Loves...so many posts in one day! I will get around to reading them one day soon...LOL Love and huggles, Shan-Shan XoXo |
Puppy Power ... The Minister’s box was the place to be for the match. Center stage with a view of everything. What made it ever more magnificent though was that the box, which was connected to the large round stadium by metal wheels, could rotate all around the stadium like a train on tracks able to follow the game in a full circle. It was also as high up as possible so that you would not miss any of the action. It was here that Mr. Weasley had brought his group — all of them — at the Ministers request. The poor lout didn’t know what hit him: Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry of course, whom the minister had originally intended to be seen with, but there was also Hermione, and Dumbledore’s guests Professor Severus Snape, and that obnoxious St. Catchpole brat, not looking a year older than when they had met all those years ago at school, which was to say nothing of Dean, and Seamus who had tagged along with Neville Longbottom, and his friend Luke Spencer, guests of the highly esteemed if a bit cracked Mrs. Longbottom, who was not far behind with the thugs, which meant Princess Thea would be coming as well and likely her boyfriend. It was about then the minister began to regret having invited Lucius Malfoy but he’d had no choice really, the man was a major contributor to his campaign Cornelius could hardly be seen shunting him aside as if he were nothing. He was everything, the very pockets of the ministers personal finances. Still with a little bit of magic, everything’s possible. :harry: :hermy: :ron: |
And that's all he wrote ... for now ... LOL *Is evil* *faints* Everyone in their seats, well except Princess Thea and Jack Snow who were still making out (Aah, young love). Ottery sulking, out of breath (it’s debatable if it was just because of the long run back to the Minister’s box or because he was thinking of Ron) and without candy made it to the box. Gran was rooting for Bulgaria at the top of her lungs, which were considerably powerful for an old woman her age. As the match began everything, rivalries, revenge, hate, and love were put on pause it seemed, for the match to take place. “Vik — tor,” came Ron’s voice in a croak from the seat next to Ottery. “Maybe I should try out for Quidditch this year?” Ottery was thinking. Seamus spared a glance for Dean, who was completely engrossed with Hermione in trying to understand the mechanics of Quidditch; they were both explaining it to each other, but there was something about the way they were laughing that the sandy haired boy didn’t like. The question was just why didn’t he like it? Ginny was sitting in the front row leaning over the rail, the wind flying through her red hair, completely into the match, ignoring the fact that sitting next to her was Draco Malfoy; the boy was sneering, he obviously was not having as easy a time ignoring Ginny Weasley as she was ignoring him. |
SWeet I like your work I'lll read it!!! MOre of it anyway!! LOL ♥ katherine/candi/kitty |
Love's Funny so sit back and prepare to have 3 new chapters shoved at ya Chapter Four and a half: The Bloody Quidditch Match *cue the theme song from Everwood, because we’re all gonna be crying at the end of this one* |
Digamé ... In the distance the sound of the throngs of fans screaming announced the players entrances as they flew into the stadium on their brooms introduced by the commentator Ludo Bagman who was not in the Minister’s box, having been scared off by Gran who had pelted him with her purse. She could never forgive him for having been such a fool giving information away to the Death Eaters during the last wizarding war. It had kept her up at nights thinking that something that fool boy had said could have been the reason that her family was gone, the reason why her son had died. “I didn’t know that you kept up with Quidditch Mrs. Longbottom,” the Minister remarked as the match was going on. “Well I do watch the sport every now and … oh tosh, that was just … rubbish. C’mon Vulchanov!” “You know the players, then Mrs. Longbottom?” the Minister continued politely. “You pick up a … What the…? Move your bloomin’ aaaaaaaaaaarse!” Gran was yelling at the unfortunate Dimitrov who was lagging behind the others and had missed a chance at taking the quaffle. Neville for his part could not bury himself deep down enough in his chair. Next to him, one of the thugs offered him some popping corn, which was jumping out of the bag, singing and whooping as it went ironically enough rooting for Bulgaria. “Neville sit up for pity’s sake,” Gran said in between shouts at the players. Fudge turned to look at Neville, “Loves her Quidditch doesn’t she?” |
“I’m going to get Popcorn, wanna come Ron? Okay no.” Ottery said seeing the glazed over look on his friend’s face. “OMG! Did you see that? Did you see that? Krum’s magnificent! It’s like he’s a bird or something,” Ron was saying his beautiful eyes hidden behind his omnioculars. “Just how does one get off this thing anyways?” Ottery asked as he turned to go. He felt a hand grab his shoulder. “Going somewhere Catchpole? We’re here for a reason.” Professor Snape said testily. “So? Does that mean I can’t have candy or something while I’m doing whatever the devil we’re supposed to be doing that so secret even you don’t know?” “We’re moving. What are you going to do, jump off? Now sit down before I spill Elmer’s Glue all over your seat to keep you there. I can whip up a batch in an instant.” Ottery shrugged the man’s hand off his shoulder and sat back down annoyed. Ron was too caught up in the match to pay them any mind (and he was trying his hardest to pretend that Professor Snape was not there). Teddy was still missing and while Ottery was reluctant to admit it, he missed the little tramp. Things were so not going the way he had planned them, but then again when did anything ever go the way he’d planned it? He’d lived long enough to figure that one out. So he sat back to watch the match with the others. :harry: :hermy: :ron: :malfoy: |
On the ground With my world Upside down The Minister’s box was spinning following the quaffle, running on its track around the stadium. Sitting in the first row Ginny Weasley was leaning on the rail her hair flying behind her as she leaned outside of the magical bubble that protected the box. “Why don’t you sit down weasel some of us are trying to enjoy the match,” Draco Malfoy snapped angrily. “I hope Ron didn’t hear that,” Ottery thought to himself as he watched the front row. “Did you hear me?” Malfoy said standing up. Ottery went for his wand under his muggle sweater (Old Navy even). “Oh my God!” Ginny exclaimed. “Did you see that?” Malfoy asked, suddenly laughing. His annoyance clearly forgotten. On the pitch Viktor Krum had just spiraled upwards and out of the stadium followed by the whole Irish team, who were themselves being followed by the seeker’s Bulgarian teammates. Bored at not having spotted the snitch Viktor had decided to try to score against the Irish who were ahead twenty to zero. Of course, ‘the best laid plans of mice and men go oft awry’. As Viktor had snatched the quaffle unexpectedly from one of the Irish chasers he dived into the pitch followed by the angry Irish players, when lo and behold he spotted the snitch. No one has ever accused a snitch of having good timing. More to the point though was that his rival the Irish Seeker had also spotted the snitch. Viktor couldn’t just drop the quaffle and his teammates were too busy laughing to be anywhere near him to catch it for him. Quaffle in hand, Viktor went after the snitch chasing it clear out of the stadium as he passed the Irish team’s seeker. “Viktor Krum is crazy. He’s going to win it for the Bulgarians you wait and see.” Draco said smiling. “You wish. Ireland’s taking the cup.” Ginny answered laughing. Mr. Malfoy for his part had moved down the row and was trying to chat with the Minister of Magic discreetly but every few seconds Mrs. Longbottom would jump out of her seat hooting and hollering. Ottery would have sulked but as much fun as everyone was having watching the match he was enjoying watching Ron, so much so that he did not notice that odd feeling of trepidation creeping in suddenly. But how could he have known the trouble that lay ahead. When the game was about to take a very interesting turn. |
I got a vision of your face And I must get me out The snitch stopped in mid air above the stadium, as high as it could go without leaving the official air space of the match, and it hovered there for a second as if taunting the seekers. Krum was going to get it if it killed him. He was so determined that he had not noticed how difficult it was to breathe or that he had left most of the other players below behind him. But just then, the obnoxious little gold ball folded up its wings and dropped down slipping right through Krum’s hands, the Irish Seeker turned backwards in a loop and dived after it. Viktor stayed up there for a second. It had been so close; he had felt it slip past the tips of his fingers. “Oh, well. Nothing worth having is ever easy.” He thought to himself and simply let go of the broom, just long enough to release the flying spell. Within seconds, everyone on the stands was on their feet. “Is something wrong with Viktor Krum? He seems to have lost his broom. No wait … he’s holding it but he’s not flying anymore. The upper air must have addled his brain. Are any of his teammates going to come to his rescue? He’s going to smash against the … no wait!” Ludo Bagman yelled. “I love fooling them.” Krum thought to himself. If he could have laughed he would have, but he was too busy holding on to his broom regaining control. In the chase for the snitch, it seems everyone had forgotten he still had the quaffle. Millimeters from the ground the snitch shot straight back upwards between the players, the Irish seeker broke left; Krum broke right and straight at the unguarded Irish goal were he scored against the Irish team. The stadium was in an uproar and once again, the snitch disappeared. |
For so many memories we've yet to make God don't send to me your angels It was then things got really crazy. The score was 180 to 100 in favor of Ireland when it suddenly happened. “I’m really thirsty Professor I’m gong to get some water,” Ottery remarked trying a different tactic against his arch nemesis*. “You’ll do no such thing,” Severus said completely engrossed in the match and not a little annoyed that the boy was bothering him with something so trivial. Even muggles in their silly little chemistry classes could make something as simple as water. “I have to pee,” Ottery said trying a different tact. “How? You haven’t drunk any water?” Professor Snape remarked. “Oh, forget this,” Ottery remarked and snuck behind Ron who was standing up straining his neck to follow Krum, past Harry who was shouting madly for Ireland, and Seamus who was laughing, Hermione and Dean who were oddly enough enjoying the game in their own odd way, past them all onto the stairs. It was there, on the steps, he realized that he could not get off the moving box. The platform they were sitting on was spinning rather quickly, almost like a roller coaster, it was enchanted so that with it’s sudden jerks it didn’t send you falling over into the person next to you but that meant that once you were on the platform and the game had begun you could not get off. From his seat, Professor Snape rolled his eyes and turned back to the match. Ottery slit his eyes, glared at the Professor and sat on the steps pouting rather than sit next to him again. “And ladies and gentlemen it seems that Ireland scores again. But what’s this? No really what’s this?” The announcer exclaimed. “Is that a … it looks like some kind of flying device?” “What the devil is Bagman on about now?” Ottery could hear the minister complaining. Fudge had not been happy about Ludo not sitting at the Minister’s Box, likely the press would take notice. The more important people in the Minister’s Box, the smarter Cornelius would look in the society page of The Daily Prophet. “Sit down Cornelius you’re blocking my view,” Gran exclaimed. Ottery turned to look as a little airplane (something out of a World War I film actually) as it dived down into the match and started buzzing straight for them. It began firing at them. “Holy frijoles!” Ottery exclaimed jumping from the steps. Thankfully Bill, Charlie, Luke, Harry and Hermione were a bit quicker at getting their wands and screaming, “Protego.” The bullets began bouncing off. As Ottery looked up, he had to duck a water balloon. He turned around in time to see the carpet burning off of the stairs were the balloon had fallen. Water nothing. It was acid! Smiling Ottery yelled, “Teddy!” “Oh, suddenly we’re friends, now, because I’ve got a half ton nuke in the bomb bay?” Teddy said as he looked back down to the smoking spot that should have been Ottery. “I don’t think so.” He turned the plane around ready to make another run at the Minister’s box. “This is crazy! I better go talk to him before he gets into any real trouble,” Ottery was thinking. He ran down the steps and jumped out of the box, through the soft shield spell into the pitch. “Oh, yeah, I need a broom,” he said taking his wand out of his pocket as he fell into the giant quidditch pitch. “I can’t change this into a broom I might need it to soften my fall.” The boy started rifling through his pockets: a piece of gum, which flew out of his hands, no big loss it was too small anyways; a shoelace, nope; his diary, yeah wasn’t happening; he tried his other pocket as he turned to notice that the Minister’s box was not really that high or that the speed at which he was falling was really fast. Thankfully, he always carried a very long gag handkerchief that didn’t end; it just kept going and going. Ottery took a long length of it and untied it. He was having a bit of trouble with the knot as the ground grew ever closer but he was too preoccupied with not ruining the gag handkerchiefs that he did not notice it coming up so quickly or rather his coming down so fast. “Somebody save that boy! He seems to have fallen out of the Minister’s box,” Ludo was screaming at the crowds, mistaking the Minister of Magic’s rapidly waving arms as a distress call. That was not what it really was. Cornelius had meant it as a sign to Ludo Bagman to shut up about it. Did the fool not know Rita Skeeter was in the audience? Oh, but they were going to hear no end of it in the newspaper tomorrow. “Got it,” Ottery said, transfiguring the long strip of hankies into a broom and just in time too. “Whoa Nellie,” he exclaimed as he managed to stop his fall just a few inches off the pitch. “From the looks of it, the boy’s saved himself. Is he going to join the match?” Ludo asked. It was then the audience started yelling cries of: “Blow him out of the sky,” and “He better be playing for Ireland,” along with “If he sucks he better be playing for Ireland” remarks which of course were promptly answered with, “He’s playing for Bulgaria! He sucks!” and soon some remarks — well those are better left unsaid as there are ladies present. Ottery for his part did not want to be in the game he just wanted to talk to Teddy who was breaking over a thousand different aviation rules, to say nothing of Quidditch game rules, but since rule breaking was not a legitimate reason to stop a match it continued. The dark haired boy flew up through the middle of the field, ducking the beaters from both teams who all thought he was playing for the other team *snickering* and thus were trying to knock him off his broom. “Hey watch it bub!” Ottery exclaimed ducking one of the Bulgarian Beater’s swings. Ottery turned around, sticking his tongue out at the Bulgarian as he outraced him. The dark haired boy turned around again laughing just in time to get a face full of Quaffle as one of the Irish Chasers used it to knock the boy off the broom. “I hope Ron isn’t seeing this,” Ottery thought to himself, as he took the quaffle and flung it against Ireland’s goal scoring. “What the devil just happened?!” Ludo Bagman exclaimed. “Oh, fudge,” Ottery exclaimed as all the players from Ireland came after him, “Dark, milk, and semi sweet chocolate!” he was screaming as he flew past the Minister’s box trying to outrace the players. |
I just wanna hear you say again Forever love Say you'll love One thing you need to know dear readers is that in Quidditch a player standing still is a target. No one stands still in a quidditch match unless they want to be hit and that was exactly what Ottery wanted and what he got, though that wasn’t exactly how he wanted it when he got it. Teddy’s airplane had come around again after leaving a smoke sign that read: “Eat my shorts Snape!” (Something Ottery would later pay for since Teddy was not technically a student though he was sorted into Slytherin). The dark haired boy had flown into the middle of the field — having ditched the Irish team, and it was there he stopped, hovering to signal Teddy who started firing at Ottery; a bullet hit the boy in the shoulder. “I’m bleeding. That idiot’s using real live ammo,” Ottery exclaimed, as he turned to face the plane coming at him. The quaffle smacked him on the face again, this time knocking the boy off his broom. “Gotcha you ruddy *something nasty Ottery can’t write on SS*,” Teddy exclaimed gleefully. Suddenly the plane’s engine exploded, hit by a blast of lightning. The bear looked to see Lucius Malfoy grinning wickedly from the Minister’s box. Teddy managed to get the plane up and over outside of the stadium and he parachuted out. “Oh God, now I really hate quiiiiiiiiiiiiiddiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!” Ottery yelled as he fell to his death. But don’t worry dear readers a dead Ottery doesn’t mean this fic ends. Next up “Funeral for a friend or Ottery’s Will entitled “Why couldn’t it have been Snape instead?’” |
Dígame, Dígame Tell me so I can hold you in my soul If I go I'll know “Looks like a splatter,” Ludo said to the stadium at large. Referring to what he assumed Ottery was going to become when he hit the pitch falling from so high. Ron pushed his way past Snape and Draco to the edge of the box. Harry and Seamus looked at each other in stunned surprise; Dean swallowed hard; Ginny covered her eyes; Luke smiled sadly as he sat back eating popcorn. He thought to himself, “Our kind never come to a good end.” Neville proceeded to faint, while his Gran cackled madly saying, “Serves him right for not asking me to the ball.” Cornelius Fudge sighed in relief, “Well at least that’s twenty galleons I won’t be having to pay back.” It was Hermione Granger, simply the smartest witch of her age, who thought quickly enough and acted. “Out of the way,” she said, pushing past the thugs who were watching through covered faces (shocked but not wanting to miss any of the fun). Without a moment to spare wand in hand she aimed carefully … and screamed as loudly as she could. She hoped it would work, Hermione had only ever seen it done once, and she wasn’t so sure that she knew how, or that she had the strength or will to pull it off but if she didn’t a boy was about to die. “Arresto Momentum!” |
When you smile With those eyes Baby it's like You place a finger on my heart ♥ Sadly, just as Hermione had thrown the spell, a slowly descending object came into the firing range. Teddy, his parachute trailing behind him, caught the blast and ceased to fall in mid air. Of course, you know a parachute in mid air is a bad thing especially at a quidditch game. Suddenly three players slammed into it from different directions tattering the thing to shreds and undoing the spell. “Oh, my goodness,” Cornelius said. “She’s good.” Gran smiled back, “She’s going to marry Neville.” “Whaaaaaaaaat?” Ron asked, for a second forgetting that Ottery was still falling to his death, and that Neville was passed out next to Luke who was sitting there eating popcorn just enjoying the show. |
And your lips next to mine Make me think that maybe heavens where you are While all of that happened, the snitch had decided to pop up close to the ground, almost as if waiting for Ottery to fall on it. The dark haired boy knowing that it would be seconds before his life was snuffed out unless he took matters into his own hands took out his wand and aimed it at the snitch. He would only get the one chance. He was going to have to transfigure it into a trampoline if he hoped to have any hope of surviving the fall. “Oh dam! What’s the spell for a trampoline?” he thought seeing his little bear parachuting, then suddenly stopping in mid air. “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday.” Remembering the charm, Ottery turned back to look at the snitch but a speedy red blur later it was gone. “Wow, that Krum really is good,” Ottery thought to himself, and turned to see if he could get one last glimpse of Ron in the Minister’s box before he died. |
God don't send to me your angels I just wanna hear you say again Forever love Dear readers, in many circles it is still widely debated if perhaps the best thing that could have happened to Ottery would have been to have died then and there that day at the Quidditch World Cup Final; an issue of much heated debate, the answer to which we will never know because he didn’t die that day. As Ottery prepared to meet his maker, he felt a pull around his waist and the dark haired boy was flying upward quickly. Someone had grabbed him and was dragging him up into the sky. The crowd began to cheer and Ottery looking at a nice a— :peach: I mean Ottery looking down at the Quidditch pitch found himself listening to the words of Ludo Bagman. “Dear me. Now that’s a stunning upset for the Irish, not only did the Bulgarian Seeker, superstar Viktor Krum catch the snitch, but he managed to rescue the falling boy, while keeping the fatalities to zero. A first I think in a World Cup Final!” Viktor Krum, having caught the snitch had looped around and come back down to catch Ottery as the boy fell, snatching him from the ground seconds before the dark haired boy came to resemble a bug on a windshield. |
Say you'll love Dígame, Dígame Tell me so I can hold you in my soul And if I go By Ottery St. Catchpole In which Ottery falls madly in love…Ron’s just cute…Harry *sighs* is trying to save the world AGAIN…Teddy tries to take it over…Hermione knows it all…Seamus & Dean are at it again…and I introduce an umpteen number of new characters even more subplots and a lot of chaos, crossing my fingers and praying that this whole mess makes sense soon to someone. ++++ Chapter Five: It all goes downhill from here or ‘Quien me va curar el corazon partio’ a.k.a. Prisoner of Azkaban |
I'll know La la la la... Forever love Say you'll love Dígame, Dígame Tell me so It was a dark and stormy night, the dark clouds rolling outside in the night sky blotting out the light of the stars, as the thunder and the clouds crashed and lightning struck down on the barren rocks of the island prison. The winds howled cruelly, and far far away in the distance could be heard the sound of the ocean waves crashing. The little bear was sawing at the jail cell’s bars with a metal file. It was a dark and disconsolate place, the walls dank with the wetness of the sea moisture, but the castle itself was at the center of the island so far removed from the scent or the sound of the ocean (when it wasn’t storming) that you would forget it was even there and think only to hate the dankness. The stone walls were black, the cell bars gray and nothing had color, except the prisoner’s clothes when they first arrived there. They had white lines next to black ones on their striped suits before they turned gray with grime and time. A visitor was a welcome sight if for no other reason than the glimpse of color they brought with them on their clothes. The sound of the file on the steel was grating on the boy’s nerves. “Teddy can you stop that please. I’m trying to remember Beethoven’s 6th Symphony,” Ottery remarked. He was looking haggard and thin after a week staying there feeding the Dementors. “You want to live here or something? Won’t even let a bloke put up pictures,” The bear complained as he chomped on his cigarette and kept filing away furiously. “Rita Hayworth really woulda spruced the place up a bit.” “It’s taking all my strength not to get up and strangle you.” Ottery replied, cranky at the prisons choice of wardrobe. He missed bright colors and was starting to wonder if he wasn’t in the middle of some film noir masterpiece. It sure felt like it, the sense of hopelessness and despair was clearly coming through, and he felt a sad ending coming up. “No, it’s taking all your strength to remember being cheerful. Don’t worry kid. I’ll get us out of here in a jiffy. If anybody’s going to be the death of you, it’s going to be me,” the bear exclaimed. The boy laughed at that, a small weak laugh but it was enough. Like ghosts in a haunted mansion they glided over to his cell for a fresh batch of mirth, the Dementors; sick ghastly looking specters of something resembling humans. A grotesque parody as they were anything but living creatures. The teddy bear made quick with the file and hid it behind his back, “Ixnay noay hetay aughinglay tteryoay.” But seeing the vile creatures the boy only laughed more loudly at the cruel irony. It hurt to laugh but he wouldn’t see them win, and the creatures relished in his laughter because they could feed off of it. They would suck him dry before he could even begin to sate their hunger. “Stop it,” the bear said, but the boy laughed stubbornly, “Fine,” the bear said, whacking the kid on the knee with the metal file. “Son of a smith!” Ottery exclaimed and started to cry. “I need you alive to get out of here. You know I can’t swim. I’m felt you dork.” “You’re a smoldering pile of felt when I get my hands on my wand you little…” the boy exclaimed. He knew he should be grateful to the bear, dying in Azkaban would have been miserable. Really, who knew that interrupting a Quidditch Match could be so much trouble? There was something sinister about the whole thing. With a rustle of their dark cloaks that sounded like a murder of crows flying, the Dementors began to flee as if from a specter of some prisoner they had killed come back to haunt them. The boy fell back onto the wet floor where he had lain the past days tired and shocked; the laughter having already died on his lips, and the pain in his knee subsiding. The cell door opened to the sound of arguing, “Sir, really you can’t … I mean … I understand but without orders from the minister himself.” “His trial will be right now, with or without the minister’s presence,” a deep wise voice replied, quietly, patiently but very firmly. “Wondering when you’d get here,” Teddy exclaimed as he kicked Ottery to get his attention. “Dumbledore,” Ottery said smiling weakly, the auror by his side glared at the boy as if it were his fault somehow. No one argued with Dumbledore. |
I can hold you in my soul And If I go I know Forever love Say you'll love Whisked away to London and the Wizengamot, Ottery entered the room in the lower chambers of the Ministry of Magic building shackled and collared in heavy, grey chains. “Okay, but I said no at the muzzle,” Ottery joked to Teddy who walked next to him smoking a cigar and unbound. “You’re shackled,” the bear said laughing, and the dark haired boy smiled, because Teddy was not laughing at the boy but rather because he was laughing at that the auror’s had thought they needed to shackle Ottery, and because they had stupidly tried to shackle him. Teddy looked behind him over his shoulder where the two aurors were limping behind the four Dementors leading the prisoners in. Served those fools right for thinking they could muzzle the Teddy Bear. He was a bloody member of the Society of Evil! Did they really think they could handle him? They were shivering, but Teddy knew it was not because of the Dementors. “We need to speed this up,” Teddy complained, and the boy spared him a very weak smile from his sunken eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t want to miss the Dukes of Hazard.” “Don’t you mean Dynasty?” Ottery corrected. “A lit cigar hurts a lot I’ve heard. Wanna try it?” Ottery stopped and bent down as all the gathered members of the Wizengamot stared him down menacingly, they all knew him or about him to some capacity, and there were a fair few, like Dumbledore who knew his secret, and though he knew he was only going to anger them more by holding up the proceedings he bent down and kissed Teddy on the forehead. “Hands off the merchandise,” the bear complained walking away. “Gah, I hate it when you get mushy. I’m going to wait outside.” Teddy startled the aurors as he walked past them, then when no one was looking snuck back inside to hide under the benches to watch the proceedings. With great difficulty and a little dizziness the boy managed to stand up. One of the Dementors had been kind enough to offer it’s hand, which Ottery could see was decayed and maggot strewn, if he touched it he could see all of his happiness leaving, along with his lunch. “No thanks mate, think I can manage.” Looking up at the stands he could see Dumbledore was positively glaring, but not at him at the Dementor, which shrunk back in fear. The boy walked up to the raised platform in the center of the room glad to have the little wooden banister to lean on, behind him the ball rolled against the platform. He laughed inwardly. Seriously, did they think he was going to escape as tired as he was? |
Dígame, Dígame Tell me so I can hold you in my soul And if I go I'll know Meanwhile back at the Burrow After the attack at the match, which the Irish were calling a disaster, and loads of other people had to agree, with the obvious exception of the Bulgarians and their fans. After the appearance of Death Eaters attacking innocent muggles the Ministry was in a huff (but disaster or not it did not disqualify the Bulgarian’s victory). People wanted action taken, as they often do — immediate and swift — after a great scandal or uproar. The Ministry were looking to crucify someone — as people in power often do to take the attention off of themselves —to appear at least, as if they are doing something even though they really aren’t doing anything. Of course, all the Death Eaters had escaped, and the only miscreants the ministry had in custody were Ottery and his bear (No Ottery and Teddy are not Death Eaters … uhm, at least not yet?). The bear had gone willingly, but only after having gone all Bruce Lee on twelve of the ministry’s best aurors, and only after Ottery had threatened to kick him out of the mansion. Everyone of the boy’s friends feared that Ottery had gotten into one more shenanigan than the wizarding world would allow, but the Minister’s sudden, urgent disappearance had left everyone at the burrow, and really any interested gossips, and wizards hanging for the past week. After the match Ottery’s friends and an enemy or two decided to stay at the Burrow or the town the boy had been named after, waiting for what news they could get since that was likely to be Dumbledore’s first stop. |
♥♥♥♥♥ “If Percy tells me about another cauldron bottom … ,” Seamus began. “I’m going to smack him with the bottom of my cauldron,” Dean finished for him. They were sitting on the grassy shore, their backs leaning on an old fallen log that overlooked the lake next to the Weasley home, skipping rocks into the water and like everyone else waiting impatiently for any news about Ottery. Something other than, “He’s in Azkaban and he’s not allowed visitors.” In the urgency of their friend’s plight they had left behind the petty argument they’d been having without a word said about it. As easily dropped as if it had never happened. The truth of it was they did not like being angry at each other. It still bothered Dean that he did not know why Seamus had been so angry with him, and Seamus was trying very hard to forget exactly why he had been so angry with his best mate. If he didn’t think about it, then it couldn’t be true, anyways the only thing that mattered was that his mate was back and he would do anything to keep it that way. “And Neville?” Dean asked, anything to kill the peaceful sound of the waters gently lapping on the shore and the dam birds twittering … scenic and peaceful it might be but it could drive you crazy to have only that to hear. “Well, that Luke chap got into a row with his Gran at lunch yesterday remember? Well he and Neville decided to take his Uncle Algie’s McLaren for a spin.” “What? Again?” Seamus nodded. “You’d think they’d of offered us a ride in the car.” Dean complained, disappointed at the missed opportunity. “It’s a car Dean, you want to go somewhere I’ll lend you my broom, mate.” Dean smiled at his friend, Seamus didn’t understand. It wasn’t just a muggle car it was a bloody McLaren! He was sure Hermione would understand. But he couldn’t blame Seamus, he was from the wizarding world, there were so many things they didn’t get about each other. Still it didn’t matter for Seamus he would try. |
Curiosity killed the cat ... “Okay Neville, just remember this is miles not kilometers, you’re going really bloody fast!” Luke was saying nervously as they missed a pack of dogs trying to cross the street, and they had not missed the stack of newspapers in front of the newsstand, sending them flying in tatters all over the street. “But you said I should let her loose,” Neville remarked, letting the speedometer drop down to 290 mph. Who would have thought Longbottom had a lead foot? “Yeah, Neville but this is a little hamlet not London proper you know? You could run over a cow or something,” Luke said jokingly. Life really was an adventure when you didn’t have a direction but it was turning out to be a rather sad and dull one out in the middle of the country. If you didn’t count Neville trying to Uncle Wally was in there after all wasn’t he? Poor chap, shouldn’t have thought to crossbreed dogs, cats and dragons. Some things science, and the wizarding world just frowned upon … and all those poor kitties and dogs, but a hungry dragon isn’t as apt to find small fluffy animals as cute as it is appetizing. “Neville! Red light!” Luke yelled, as the boy hit the brakes and almost sent his passenger out the window. “Ouch,” Luke complained holding his chest were the straps of the safety belt had yanked him back to his seat. “So that’s what these are for,” Neville said appreciatively. |
Forever Love ♥ Hermione had fallen asleep in the now quiet living room, everyone had been expelled from the house by Mrs. Weasley, as she and Gran sat around the kitchen exchanging polite gossip and scandal about the wizarding world, while in the living room the enchanted feather duster cleaned house, and the mop and broom cleaned the rooms upstairs in turns. All the windows in the house were open to let the summer breeze in. Hermione had taken advantage of the quiet to sit down in a nice comfortable chair and crack open the book she had bought at Diagon Alley, she had made Neville swear not to tell anyone about that either. It wasn’t because she was ashamed of reading romance novels, it was no reflection on her intelligence, and the book really only had a few racy passages, nothing you couldn’t carry in public with a nice cover. It was just … well the boys would not let her hear the end of it. She could already see Ron pouting his cute bubblegum lips into a kissy face and Harry laughing and rolling his eyes (ironically enough just like her) as if to say, “You know girls.” It was in this quiet, warm atmosphere and again sitting on a warm cushy couch — and it didn’t help any either that last night she and Ginny had been up late talking about boys, their dreams for the future, makeup and well boys again — that it happened. Hermione began to feel drowsy and so fell asleep again. Falling into sweet gentle dreams of red-haired pirate heroes, obnoxious dark haired Mexican pirate first mates, villainous spectacled eye patched treasure seeking pirate lords and little bears with a penchant for blowing cannons at everything … |
Please know my heart is in your hand ... ♥ “You’d think Neville and that Luke kid would’ve given us a ride to town seeing as how they were going and we can’t exactly swoop in on brooms and all.” Ron was saying, as he buried his hands in his pockets and kicked a rock onto the road. “The car only sits two people Ron,” Harry exclaimed. “I guess it must be hard on the muggles driving those things then,” Ron said. “So why’s that so expensive when it only sits two people? You’d think a minivan would fetch more. You can fit loads of people in there.” “Yeah, but the McLaren gets you there faster,” Harry explained. “Not as quick as a Firebolt I bet,” Ron replied. “Not as quick as Krum you mean,” Harry threw back and Ron blushed at that. “He’s great Harry. Did you see the way he caught the snitch and saved Ottery?” “Yeah. I was there too, remember?” Harry said. “It was beautiful the way he swooped down and then around and came back for Otts. I should’ve asked him to get me his autograph. He’s sooo … ” “Dreamy Ron?” Harry asked playfully. “He’s the greatest Quidditch player that ever lived,” Ron said, his eyes tearing up at the thought. “And I got to see him play one of his greatest victories.” “Ron, he’s only 19, I’m sure he’s got a long career ahead of him.” “It was … breathtaking,” Ron continued, as a tear rolled down his cheek. “Well, yeah, actually. It was,” Harry had to admit. Krum really was a singular talent. Harry was itching to try that Wronski Feint trick at his next match, but he thought he’d try it out with the boys at the burrow first. But with Ottery in prison and Mrs. Weasley in a worried uproar, and the presence of Neville’s Gran the mirth had to be kept in check. Ron knelt down on the road suddenly making as if he were tying his shoelace and wiped his eye furtively, Harry smirked but looked away and pretended not to see anything. “C’mon then Ron, unless you’re going to apparate us a McLaren.” Harry said. “Race ya there,” Ron said running past him. “You cheat. I’d beat you on a broom any day,” Harry yelled, running after him. Ron was laughing and running, Harry chasing happily after him. |
I walked across an empty land I knew the pathway like the back of my hand “Ottery St. Catchpole, you stand accused … ” The minister had begun. “Would it please the court rather that I sit?” Ottery asked disdainfully. “No, it would please the court if you would shut your enormous trap,” the Minister of Magic remarked under his breath, annoyed at being interrupted. “Minister Fudge,” the wizard Bones said, fixing him with a serious gaze. Some court decorum had to be observed, and if not by the minister then by whom indeed? “As I was saying, before you interrupted Catchpole, you stand accused here before the full Wizengamot of crimes against humanity. Numbering but not relegated to the following: on Conspiracy to oust a monarchy, fifteen charges; attempts to start a ‘backyard revolution,’ twenty five, kidnapping, improper use of magic in the presence of muggles, underage wizards use of magic outside of school,” he smirked as he said that one. “Grand Theft Chocolate … ” Ottery smiled at that last one. He couldn’t remember what had foolishly possessed him to think he could start his own candy company. But piracy was fun, and he’d wanted to give it a try, and he had been in Brazil … and Lindt wouldn’t miss a shipment. He closed his eyes as he felt a wave of coldness. “Can I wave my right to hear all the charges against me? I mean you’re obviously going to try me for everything I’ve ever done wrong, and if that’s the case we’re going to be here a long time,” the boy said interrupting again, finding it very hard to breathe. It was taking all of his strength to hold off the Dementors, though they were outside the chamber waiting, but he would not let them take that from him, his happiest memories. He was trembling on the stand before the court. He was running out of time. |
I felt the earth beneath my feet Sat by the river and it made me complete The ocean waves crashed hard against the rocky beach below in a rhythmic dance, farther away the sea lay quiet, placid as Lady Hermione looked out of the dark tower window at the world around her. Captain Potter, the Pirate Lord Harry had kidnapped her. Again. In his evil quest to find her treasure, and he had locked her away. Again. All the while, Lady Hermione was secretly wishing that Captain Weasley would save her, but at the same time hating herself for wanting such an uncouth rogue to come to her aid. Captain Weasley after all was a pirate too. He was just after a different kind of treasure. Hermione blushed at that smiling as she buried her face in her kerchief. “Dreaming of my brother again are you?” Ginny the serving wench asked as she entered the room with a tray of food. “What?” Lady Hermione asked startled out of her reverie. “What ever are you on about you impertinent girl?” Hermione asked, a little too quickly. “You were blushing,” Ginny said smiling as she put the serving tray down on the bed. “Unless of course you were thinking of his first mate, that dashing young hero, the Spanish one, brown skin and dark hair …” Ginny said clasping her hands together and holding them next to her cheek, exaggeratedly. “Who? Ottery?” Hermione asked in surprise. “You fancy Ottery?” she asked again in absolute disbelief. “Of course not, and neither do you. So unless it’s Pirate Lord Harry or that bilge rat Draco … ” “Heaven’s no!” the gorgeously frizzy haired girl asked in absolute shock at the idea. “And it’s not Neville, or Crabbe?” “It’s Captain Weasley, it’s Captain Weasley already,” Hermione announced exasperated, lest Ginny should suggest something more horrid than a romance with bilge rats or otters. “Yes, it is.” Came the familiar voice of Pirate Lord Harry as he sauntered into the room. It suddenly struck Hermione to ask, what you all are likely wondering as well, “Just why do you wear an eye patch under your glasses? Why not a monocle I mean if you…” “Silence!” Harry yelled, and pointed to the doorway ordering the red-haired girl out of the room. Grabbing her skirts the girl jumped off the bed and started walking out, but as she did Pirate Lord Harry being a cheeky fellow, smacked her in the bum, a little love pat, of course she swiftly turned around and slapped him across the face and the feisty red haired girl would have gone for another had he not grabbed her hand on the way back. Their faces inches away from each other they each watched the anger fade slowly from the other’s face and they closed in for a kiss. Ginny pushing the pirate captain’s hat off as she ran her hands through his hair and Harry putting his hand around her neck and bowing down to meet her sweet lips. *Ottery’s fans himself as he writes this* “Hello! Prisoner here. Don’t you two have your own room?” Hermione exclaimed looking away. “Oh, right.” Harry said suddenly blushing slightly. “On with you then wench,” he said winking at Ginny who smiled and left the room. Harry stared a bit after she had gone, until his captive cleared her throat. “Why was I here again?” “This is the part where you threaten me, I think,” Hermione said. “I’ve already told you, you can do what you want with me, but you’ll never get the whereabouts of the treasure,” Hermione said standing by one of the bedposts looking down timidly and suggestively at the bed. Harry of course was still a bit distracted with thoughts of the pretty red-haired girl he’d just kissed. “Pirate Lord Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “Oh, right yes. Uhm, forget the treasure, Captain Weasley’s here to get you again.” Hermione ran to the open balcony, her gorgeous white dress blowing in the ocean breeze, yes it was low cut, of course when she leaned on the balcony that kind of helped too to accentuate the gentle blush of her *Teddy smacks Ottery * (This is a romance … *Ottery smirks* wait till I get to Captain Weasley … :blush: ). |
Oh simple thing where have you gone I'm getting old and I need something to rely on It was a lengthy dull proceeding as trials tend to be, and the boy didn’t much care to hear them. It was stupid standing there having to listen to everything he was accused of and the witnesses they had brought to bear witness against him. But in truth, he wasn’t there, a silly grin on his face that many of the wizards took as a personal affront or a defiant gaze was all he gave them. Ironically enough, Ottery was a million miles away, completely oblivious to the looks, or sneers directed at him. One in particular, a blonde haired older man, who was sitting as a guest in the last row, he would have been interested to note. He was wearing dark shades to hide his dark eyes. But the sneer on his face … no amount of anything could disguise that or the clear malice he bore the boy. (Before you ask … uhm, no it’s not Lucius). |
So tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begi “Of course boys are stupid Ginny,” Luna was saying from where she was hanging upside down from the tree, before you ask, it was to find anglersnaps, funky looking magical bugs that were credited with glowing brightly and if properly coaxed could lead you to treasures — like nifflers I guess with wings. Oh, and they stank something awful, so obviously they were a French delicacy. Ginny was trying to catch a butterfly with the little net Luna had lent her for their expedition. Suffice it to say, Hermione had opted not to come, and Ginny hadn’t minded so much, unsure of what she could or couldn’t say about Ron in front of Hermione and Luna. The redheaded girl was running around the trees chasing a pretty pink butterfly that seemed to be enjoying the chase, not that Ginny was in any great rush to catch it. Because butterflies are very delicate creatures, their wings brittle and their colors, powders that smudge easily. It would be a great shame to ruin something so beautiful, Ginny thought. “I don’t know what to do Luna,” Ginny said as she sat down on a large smooth boulder to catch her breath, her friend hanging overhead. The butterfly alighted a safe distance from her on a wildflower as if waiting to resume the chase. “You could just tell him,” Luna explained as she watched a bug through an odd looking monoclescope. “Like you’ve told Ron?” Ginny asked, looking straight up at her friend, catching her eye for a second. “I think I see one,” Luna said scrambling to straighten herself on the tree branch. Maybe Hermione was right and she just needed to stop thinking only of Harry. There were a million other boys out there and some of them seemed interested. Dean for instance, if she hadn’t of dulled his frail ego. Neville was a sweetheart if clumsy, and that boy Luke seemed like he liked to have fun. Ottery was just weird and though she knew his secret, there was a cuteness to his foolishness and no end of bravery mixed with an endearing stupidity. Besides it was not as if she was going searching for a husband, she just wanted someone to catch butterflies with. “No. It’s just a beetle,” Luna said, walking around the tree with the bug sitting on her nose, the monoclescope in her hand. Ginny started laughing at the face Luna was making as she wriggled her nose trying to get the bug to fly off. “What’s so funny?” “You silly,” she said. “Trying to look at that beetle.” “Did you find any?” Luna asked taking the little creature in her hands and setting it down on a flower next to the pink butterfly. “Nope. I guess catching boys is like trying to catch anglersnaps.” “It takes a lot of patience, and some of them turn out to be beetles,” Luna said sagely. “Mom says some boys are like octopuses because their hands are all over the place. You’ve got to watch out for them.” Ginny added. Luna smiled, “Dad says, they’re like bulls, sometimes you need a cattle prod to keep them in line.” Ginny and Luna started walking in the forest, on the stone the beetle and on the flower the butterfly sat watching them walk away. “Do you think they’ll ever … I mean if they think I’m loony … ,” Luna said looking at Ginny. It wasn’t as if she cared a lot what anyone thought, but … it would have bee a lie to say the thought had never crossed her mind. “At least they notice you Luna. And you’re not loony, any boy stupid enough to think that isn’t anyone you need to care a whit about.” “You’re right of course. I just wonder sometimes. Oh well, I suppose I could go looking for one myself. If they’re too shy.” “I think you’ve got a point there, Luna,” Ginny said, as they walked deeper into the forest. |
n I came across a fallen tree I felt the branches of it looking at me “So this is the island?” Captain Ronald asked incredulously. “Where’s the castle on the edge of the mountains?” “On the other side, sir,” Ottery said as Teddy snickered at his feet. The boy kicked him across the deck of the ship. Ottery did not like looking foolish in front of the captain. “Oh, so we’re planning a sneak attack then?” Captain Weasley asked, as he took out his telescope to look at the island in the distance. “We are now,” Ottery said in a whisper as he looked embarrassedly at his feet. “Brilliant plan Otts. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Ron said handing the dark haired boy the telescope. “Lemme know when we start the attack.” Captain Weasley walked back to his cabin to plan his attack, well actually to smart up for the rescue. Ron smiled as Teddy walked past him a gun in hand an angry expression on his face, he was headed towards the first mate. It seemed those two were forever joking around. |
Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of? “You silly stupid as,” the brown haired boy said, laughing from where he sat on the green field watching a ladybug on the end of a blade of grass. “Why am I always the beast of burden?” The dark haired boy asked, as he lay next to him. “Because I’m the smart one,” a blonde haired boy interjected walking over casting his shadow across them as he blocked the sun. “If you’re so smart why do leopards have spots?” Ottery asked resting on his elbows, trying to trump his friend. “Because tigers have stripes, lions don’t have anything, and panthers have everything. Next question?” Ruben asked politely, though David and Ottery both knew a smirk was fighting to pop up on his face, which is why Ruben made to look away at something in the distance, if the blonde haired boy looked at his friends, then for sure he would break out his know-it-all grin. David pulled down his long brown socks to scratch an itch and Ottery lay back on the grass looking up at the clear sky wondering why he liked Ruben when he was such a smart a— :peach: uhm person. “So, what are we doing today?” David turned to Ottery and asked, as he got up and dusted the seat of his brown shorts, and stomped his shoes on the grass to get the boy’s attention. “I was just dreaming of flying.” Ottery said smiling. “You know who’s got a flying machine right?” Ruben asked. “No, who?” David asked curiously turning to his friend. A sly grin playing on his face he told them about Don Tornillo’s newest project. |
Oh simple thing where have you gone I'm getting old and I need something to rely on “We the Wizengamot, find the defendant Ottery St. Catchpole … ” at this part Ottery gave an involuntary yawn. He really was very tired, it was taking all of his strength to keep the Dementors from completely crushing his spirit, and he had not great love for Minister Fudge. The prat you’ll remember still owed him money. “Guilty on all charges!” Fudge yelled out, standing up and slamming the seal on the bottom of the parchment. He really was tired of the boy’s antics even if the rest of the council didn’t seem to find them so aggravating. The room was in an uproar in seconds. People were standing up and clapping, others coughing and Dumbledore was glaring at Fudge and Minister Bones was taking the parchment the verdict had been written on away from the Minister of Magic to reread it. “I think you’re mistaken Minister, this council of wizards never came to any such decision.” “Shocking, with everything he’s done,” Fudge complained softly, as he let her take the parchment. “Most of which occurred in other countries and under other councils’ jurisdictions or they are crimes whose statutes have passed, or aren’t criminal here. Seriously, eating too much chocolate on a Sunday. I can’t imagine what the Germans must be thinking. You must admit, in some cases the witnesses were hardly credible,” Minister Bones pointed out, winking at Ottery in a friendly conspiratorial way. The boy blew her a kiss as his shackles fell off and the collar too. Everyone was staring at him, and he shrugged, “Fancy that, they weren’t locked right.” Ottery rushed out of the room alone, trying to run out before anyone changed their mind or they decided to rally a lynching. He was trying to escape the Dementors and Rita Skeeter who was eyeing him curiously. If he had been feeling better he wouldn’t have minded a verbal duel with her, but right now, he was trying very hard just to keep from falling down. He had never been happier to get away with everything than just then. He turned around as the doors of the courtroom opened expecting either an angry crowd or an annoyed, scolding Dumbledore to come out. Instead, he got another very unpleasant surprise. |
So tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired & I need somewhere to begin Seamus was laughing as he took a swig from a dark honey colored bottle. He was sitting next to a barrel on the port side of the ship, apparently laughing at a gull that was standing on the ship’s rail telling him dirty jokes. Yes kids, if you have too much butterbeer this could be you too, so watch it! Dean walked around the side enjoying the sound of the familiar laughter. He startled the bird and Seamus turned to him with a grin. Dean rolled his eyes suddenly realizing what was so funny. “The captain’s going to have you swabbing the decks, if that’s what I think it is,” he scolded. “Yo ho ho, and a bottle of … ,” Seamus sang and Dean leaned back against the ship’s rail. “Help me up,” the boy said stretching his hand up to his mate. Dean leaned down and pulled him up and Seamus losing his balance grabbed onto the boy to keep from falling. Seamus and Dean were leaning over the side of the rails, the sea swishing below them, the cry of sea gulls around them as the wind blew lazily. There was a crack of gunfire, as Ottery ran towards them. You would have thought it was the start of a race but for the fact that the bullet had flown past the boy, and not into the air. He spared them a surprised look (and you really couldn’t blame him, they were in a pretty compromising position) and Ottery accidentally bumped into them, pushing Seamus into kissing Dean as they fell over the side of the boat and into the ocean below. There was the crack of another shot as Teddy tried yet again to shoot Ottery in the bum. |
And if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? Lady Hermione was fanning herself in the summer heat. Where the devil was that ruddy boat, the HMS Jolly Roger? The sun was setting the ocean ablaze as it dipped into the horizon in the distance; the waters turning a sherbet orange as the darkening sky purpled. The fire set her heart racing as it made her think of Ron his golden hair ablaze, she longed for him to come charging down through the door and take her into his strong arms. Of course she would have to struggle a little … it wouldn’t do any good to have the boy thinking she was going to be all pliant to his every whim. Hermione turned half expecting the door to break under someone’s strong kick, but the oak door stood fast. “Boys could be so stupid sometimes.” Lady Hermione said and looked up at the moon, bored. |
This could be the end of everything So why don't we go Somewhere only we know? “I will never understand how you manage to scrape by with these little escapes. But rest assured, you’re not going to get away from me forever St. Catchpole.” The tall blonde man, with dark eyes and a sneering smile that could scare the hair off a frightened cat, exclaimed in a voice like rocks being crushed. The man stood taller than Ottery. He was looking down on the boy disdainfully. Two quick glances showed him they were alone in the hall and he grabbed the boy by the throat pushing him against the wall. Ottery couldn’t breathe, the man was so much stronger than he. Without his wand and already weak from the Dementors the boy was too tired to think quickly. “How … did … I should’ve known … was you,” the boy managed to blurt in short bursts trying to get whatever breath of air he could. “Of course I was behind this. If you hadn’t been playing Dolly Daydream you might have caught me in the crowd earlier, boy. No one wants you dead more than I. I really should just do it here and now, no one’s around,” he said, raising his left hand in which he held a knife. “It isn’t poisoned I’m afraid. I left the vial in my other robes. Otherwise I’d promise you an excruciatingly slow death but …,” in a swift motion he had cut the boy’s cheek; blood trickled down Ottery’s face. “I always kind of hoped I’d die at Voldemort’s hands. Someone big you know? You’re hardly an A-list villain,” Ottery said sarcastically, smiling weakly. If he was going to die, it was best to get it over with quickly; the man was a sadist. The doors of the courtroom opened and the boy fell to the floor in a heap, the knife gone from the man’s swift hands. “Falling all over yourself St. Catchpole,” the man said meanly as he turned to see who it was. That’s when a million different things happened, all at once, and things got very interesting again. |
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