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Oh simple thing where have you gone I'm getting old and I need something to rely on Meanwhile back on the ship, Luna had finally managed to get the guns out of Teddy’s hands. Dean and Seamus, now out of the ocean, Ron came out of his room, just in time to drop anchor in the harbor behind the mountain where the castle stood. “Do I look all right?” Captain Weasley asked his first mate. “Smashing,” Ottery replied, suddenly blushing as he caught the whole crew giggling at him. He cleared his throat; they straightened up in their ranks. “That’s more like it.” “Would you say, sir, we’re smashing?” Fred asked, laughing. “Dashing, maybe?” George added, and Ottery blushed as red as the Weasley’s boy’s hair. “How do you use this thing again?” Luna asked Teddy as they stood at the end of the front row. “Pull back the hammer love,” the little bear said, “And then you pull on the trigger.” “Like this?” she asked firing a shot. In seconds, everyone was rushing to a boat mistaking the shot as a signal to begin the invasion. “Are we under attack?” Ottery yelled. “I think Luna just gave the signal for the attack,” Ron explained as he took Ottery’s hand and rushed over to Luna and Teddy. “C’mon we better get on one of the long ships or we’ll be treading water.” |
So tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired & I need somewhere to begin “Are you sure this is the right cliff?” The sound of voices rose from the beach below her. Lady Hermione leaned over the side of the balcony, looking down at the familiar faces belonging to those familiar voices. She had never been happier to hear them, but they were being a bit too loud for safety’s sake. “Are you doubting my honor?” Teddy asked Ottery pointing his musket at the boy’s head. “No,” the boy replied, moving the gun barrel away, “Just your skills as a navigator.” Crack! There was the sound of a gunshot. “You idiot! Are you trying to give us away?” Ottery exclaimed. “No, I’m trying to get you killed,” the little bear replied tackling the boy, falling they started scuffling on the sands. “This is the spot,” Luna said looking up at the castle above them as the clouds parted to let shine down the moonlight, which revealed the face of the cliff and the silver castle there. Captain Weasley looked up to see a brightly smiling star, his Lady Hermione. “Happy to see me?” Captain Weasley asked, but whether it was the sound of the crashing waves that didn’t carry the sound up right, or Hermione was still sore about having been made to wait so long to be rescued but she turned her back on him, though not before she had made sure he had seen her pouting. “This is a pretty hour to be coming to a rescue. It’s midnight already,” she complained. Though in truth, it was 8 in the evening and Hermione could tell by the clock chiming in her darkened room. Lady Hermione had not lit the candles in her chamber from having been on the stone balcony looking out waiting for him all that time. “If you want I can come back tomorrow, earlier.” Captain Weasley snapped back. Luna looked at him and rolled her eyes. Behind them Ottery was trying to keep the bear from poking his eyes. Luna giggled, but boys could be stupid. “You know what, you don’t have to rescue me. I’ll just save myself.” She had turned around just long enough to yell that at him. “Yeah, how?” He asked grinning self satisfied. “There’s always Draco. He likes me you know? I’m sure I could persuade him to let me go,” she said cheekily. “Oh, yeah? How?” Ron asked his roguish smile gone replaced by an angry expression. “It isn’t a lady’s place to say,” Hermione said blushing as she spoke those words. “Oh, so it’s like that?” Ronald asked. “Well I’m already here so don’t go getting any crazy ideas about bouncy ferrets.” “I could just give myself to Pirate Lord Harry,” Lady Hermione said, turning to fix him with an angry glare. “You wouldn’t dare?” he asked, almost threatening. “Why not? He’s got this pretty castle and he knows how to treat a lady right.” “I said no! Don’t you dare.” The boy exclaimed finally losing his temper, and though Lady Hermione didn’t outwardly show it, her heart was beating crazily at the idea that Captain Weasley might care about her. “As if you could stop me. I think I’ll go tell him all my secrets right now.” She threatened walking away from the balcony’s edge to make it appear as if she were rushing off to Pirate Lord Harry’s arms, which consequently were busy around a certain red-haired serving wench. Captain Weasley turned to look at Ottery who was standing there disheveled, his clothes torn in places, while Teddy lay in a heap in the corner all tied up, his mouth too, because from the look of it he was cussing up a storm. “Now what?” Ron asked Ottery. “Girls are too complicated captain. We should just forget this whole thing.” Ottery said, shrugging his shoulder. “Boys, are just silly.” Luna replied. She took the wand from the back of her ear and pointed it up at the balcony’s edge, “hookus pookus.” “That’s not even a real spell…” Ottery said as a grappling hook, rope trailing behind it, shot out of the end of the pirate girl’s wand. “Okay so maybe it is.” The dark haired boy growled as Luna looked at him. |
So if you have a minute why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? Back on the ship, a barrel covered over with a carefully folded white sail — to serve as a tablecloth — a single lit candle on a gold candelabra in the center of the makeshift table; the gramophone in the captain’s quarters playing soft music (Astrud Gilberto for those of you wondering … Corcovado [Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars] if you really want to get specific) but otherwise it was as silent as a prayer; as could be seen under the ship’s own lights, the Jolly Roger was empty. On the makeshift table two sets of dishes sat, two empty goblets, and the remnants of a finished supper. A distance away, in the shadows, could be heard whispers. “Chocolate is love’s candy,” Seamus said. “I hope love isn’t too particular. This is a Mars Bar,” Dean replied, holding out a candy bar to his sandy haired friend, who took it happily. “It’s not the candy I’m after, anyways. It’s the love,” Seamus said as he took Dean’s face in his hands and … the song played softly, as the boys stood in the shadows leaning on the ship’s rails, too busy with each other to see the moonlight glistening on the ocean’s face, or hear the gentle sounds of the water lapping against the ship’s sides. |
This could be the end of everything So why don't we go So why don't we go There was the sound of gunfire along the shore as Captain Ronald ran with a very angry girl over his shoulders, followed by Luna who ran with a blushing Ottery over her shoulder; Teddy throwing bombs over his shoulder, while all the other pirates tried to not get shot by Pirate Lord Harry and his gang of ne’er-do-wells, and also not get blown up by Teddy who really wasn’t particular who blew up so long as he got a boom. A pirate was a pirate, after all, and they all blew up the same. “You call this a rescue?” Hermione exclaimed from Ron’s back. “I can drop you right here right now if you’d like princess,” Captain Weasley exclaimed. His strong muscles beneath her, Lady Hermione thought for a second before she grudgingly replied with a, “No.” “What was that? I can’t hear you?” Ron asked mischievously. “I said you drop me and I’ll make sure you land right next to me! You uncouth, ill mannered, boy!” Luna sighed, and dropped Ottery like a sack of grain on one of the longboats. “You’re my hero Luna,” the dark haired boy said dizzily, as she pushed the boat away from the shore. “I guess anyone can get shot in the bum,” Luna was saying. “Yeah, but it’s usually by someone on the other side,” Ottery exclaimed as Teddy jumped in next to them in the boat, throwing a bomb over his shoulder. “Quit your whining nancy boy, this ain’t the love boat!” Teddy yelled smacking the dark haired boy. “And another thing Ronald Weasley, if you honestly think this lame excuse for a rescue is a sure guarantee of me landing in your arms then you’ve got another thing … ” Ronald leaned over the frizzy haired lady and he kissed her. On the shore Pirate Lord Harry and his pirates stopped and watched, Ottery, and Luna turned to look; Teddy had stopped whacking the dark haired boy curious to see what the fuss was about (okay so everyone was staring by now at Captain Ron and Lady Hermione) and they all awwed. There was a tear in Ottery’s eye. (The cuteness!) “What were you saying, about this not being the love boat?” Ottery whispered at Teddy. As their lips parted Hermione gazed up at the red haired boy’s eyes, and he smiled down at her, running his hands through her gorgeously frizzy hair. Suddenly, she slapped him, “Uncouth, ill-mannered, and disrespectful!” She screamed sitting down, crossing her arms, and pouting. Ron leaned down quickly and kissed her again, as they sailed back to the ship, leaving Pirate Lord Harry on the shore with his mates The End of Hermione’s Pirates, uhm for now, anyways ... Lady Hermione has a knack for getting kidnapped. |
This could be the end of everything By Ottery St. Catchpole Chapter Six: Don’t dream it’s over… Actions & Consequences |
So why don't we go Somewhere only we know? The little Teddy Bear was walking out of the courtroom when his eyes caught sight of the dark haired boy lying on the ground, the man had turned around trying to disguise that he had been choking Ottery busying himself adjusting his gloves. The bear however was no fool; in a quick instant he had summed up the situation. Teddy had Ottery’s wand in his hand having retrieved it for the boy, well snatched it actually, from the Wizengamot; if there was one thing Teddy did not like it was proper decorum. Teddy knew the boy was unarmed. “Oh snap,” Teddy the bear said pointing his weapon at the man. “Protego,” the man exclaimed, as Teddy tried to disarm him. There was a whole in the roof a second later where the blast had struck, ricocheted. “Is everything all right down there?” A wizard asked peaking through the whole from the floor above. He fell back stunned. Dumbledore who was walking out of the courtroom looked up in time to see the man sneering. A giant gust of wind sent the auror’s who were rushing past the Headmaster, to see what the commotion was, flying back into the courtroom, the doors suddenly slamming closed in front of the old wizard. Teddy had ducked and rolled managing to miss the spell, which would otherwise have sent him back into the court chamber. They were alone in the hallway now. “It seems this disguise is ruined. Oh well,” the man said, transforming unexpectedly before them. His short-cropped, blonde hair turned black, his face grew sharper, gaunter, and far paler. The doors at the end of the hall burst open. The stranger waved his wand casting a silent spell. Out of the floor a thick, stone wall burst out between him and the entrance into the hallway blocking further entry. “I guess I can take you with me, then,” he said turning to Ottery. “You’d have to catch me first,” the boy cried out running down the hall in the opposite direction towards the only remaining exit. “That’s easy,” the man said, calling up a gust of wind sending the dark haired boy slamming into the wall. He fell to the floor in a tired crumpled heap. “This stuff never happens in the movies,” Ottery said as the man rushed over to where he lay. “Crucio!” Teddy blurted out from where he was hiding behind a flower pot. The man ducked missing the blast. “Incendio,” he replied sending a wall of fire towards the little teddy bear. “Jerk,” Teddy said, jumping out of the way, but not before calling down a shower of tarantulas on his adversary. The man screamed in terror, he suddenly became engulfed in a blue fire setting the poor spiders ablaze. “Serpentsortia” Teddy screamed, a giant cobra leaping out of the end of his wand. “Enough of this!” the villain screamed, the ground beneath the serpent crackled and crumbled as it opened up to swallow the creature. “You’re right,” Teddy replied. He was done toying with him, “Avada K—,” he had began to speak. “Teddy don’t!” A voice cried out. Ottery was struggling to get to his feet. However, it hadn’t been him who had yelled. Two figures stood ahead of him at the opposite end of the hall, covering the only exit. The courtroom doors exploded outward in a shower of broken timber and splinters. Standing there, Kingsley Shacklebolt aimed his wand at the man. “More trouble than I can handle,” the villain said, firing a half dozen stunners haphazardly in the direction of the courtroom. Shacklebolt expertly ducked them, pushing the nosy Minister to safety out of the way of one of the blasts. Dumbledore deflected them, and rushed out after the man, who was running towards Ottery even as three other figures ran towards them from the other end of the hallway. The dark haired boy was smiling, distracted for an instant. He recognized them. “A little something before I go,” the gaunt man said as Ottery turned to find him suddenly in front of him. The dark haired boy looked up into his hate filled eyes, his sneering face, with only too much understanding, as he felt the knife sliding into his stomach. The villain threw him aside and disapparated. “I really wish … it had been … Voldemort … or the Martians,” Ottery said falling to the ground and out of consciousness. |
Esta historia no se acaba ... Ron shivered suddenly, as he walked down the street. Harry had only taken notice of it, because it was a warm summer day — he wanted to go back to the Burrow to see if he could interest the other boys in a game of quidditch, or maybe in the afternoon they could go for a swim and late at night they could have dinner outside again when Mr. Weasley got home — the shiver had surprised him. “Ron are you all right?” Harry asked curiously. “Yeah, just felt a shiver down my spine. You know … like someone just walked over my grave. That’s what Ottery says it is,” the red haired boy answered. And that was all the explanation Harry needed. The whole point of coming to town had been to forget about the trial. Whatever its outcome it would be well and late before they found out, and he could see the shadow of worry crossing his friend’s face, so Harry had thought it best to change the subject, for Ron’s sake. “Love the candy shop, but it isn’t like Honeydukes is it?” “Few things are my friend. Few things are,” Ron replied as if he were imparting some kernel of wisdom to a mere child. They both smiled at that and laughed. In the distance, unbeknownst to the boys, dark clouds rolled on, threatening a storm on the horizon. |
Don't blame me I didn't delete this fic in the first place ... St. Mungo’s Emergency Room The hospital doors burst suddenly open magicked by Dumbledore who was bringing the wounded boy in, his body levitating behind the headmaster. “What have we got?” a white robed healer asked rushing to the Headmaster’s side. “A knife wound, to the stomach. I’ve managed to stop the bleeding, at least externally. He’s lost a lot of blood, breathing is ragged, his blood pressure and his SATS are dropping, and he keeps slipping in and out of conscience. I also think the blade might have been dark,” Dumbledore answered calmly, though his face betrayed his worry, and his last words boded a lethal outcome. “We’ve got him,” the healer replied, turning to one of the nurses who rushed over with a stretcher. “I’ve got a head trauma over here. This guy thought he could stop a rhino with his helmet. Obviously didn’t use the right spell,” another healer walked in reporting his case. Dumbledore watched the brown skinned boy, disappear through the doors into the surgery rooms. Ottery looked so pale and fragile when the Headmaster had picked him up. “My baby!” an old lady screamed. To which a man replied, “For the love of Merlin mom, it’s a paper cut and I’m thirty-five years old … go home already!” From somewhere else another voice intruded. “… And that’s what mixing saltpeter, charcoal, and sulphur does. It makes gunpowder, and if you mix it in enough and proper quantities … ” a man bandaged from head to foot was explaining to a group of children who listened intently. Dumbledore took a deep breath and turned around. It was better to wait outside. He turned to find a curly haired girl there next to him crying, there was a boy who looked to be about fifteen with his arms around her, but Dumbledore. Still you could not always judge things by their appearance. “Is he going to be all right?” David asked tears rolling down his worried, angry face. “I don’t know.” Dumbledore answered truthfully. He led them both outside, away from the crowded, noisy, and irritating waiting room. “I thought … I thought he was — ” David was trying to say, but the words just would not come out. |
Help ... *faints* “Boss he could be anywhere,” Drexler complained. “I don’t bloody well care. You know how far a person can apparate. It isn’t that far. It’s not like he’s in Romania or something, and what’s more he’s tired. He just went at it against the bear. He’s not going to be in his best shape. Find him!” Shacklebolt ordered, angrily as he set his team of aurors on the hunt. “He’s still in the city.” Dumbledore had said, but the old man had not mentioned how he knew or why, but Shacklebolt had learned long before to trust the Headmasters instincts, not to question him on some things. Dumbledore had saved his life a few times so Kingsley had no reason to doubt him. “He’s a metamorphmagus,” Tonks remarked quietly as she ran next to Shacklebolt who was almost running to the elevators. “I know that,” he replied angrily. “Then you know how difficult it will be to catch him,” Tonks said, wearing Moody’s face. “You’re not suggesting … ” “He was one of the bests Kings,” Tonks remarked. “I mean boss,” she corrected herself blushing suddenly and letting the disguise fall. Moody head on a woman’s body had been funny, but Kingsley was on the job he couldn’t allow himself a moment to laugh. The tall black man sighed. “I’ll ask Dumbledore to fetch him. I need you on this search. You’re my best man,” he said with a sarcastic grin. “You’d know how he thinks and were he’d go to hide.” “With rats. If there’s one thing any city has in great abundance it’s no end of rats.” She said suddenly rushing out of the elevator on the top floor. “We’ve got to get this guy,” Kingsley said angrily. “Ottery’s a friend.” |
Man I'm gonna get out of this town ... “Ottery St. Catchpole is dead!” The words had been preceded by the sound of shuffling feet, and the door slamming as it was brusquely opened. Wormtail fell crashing to the floor, then rising again, jumped back from Nagini who was hissing at him as if she were hungry though she was merely annoyed at having been bothered from her sleep. “What are you babbling about now you wretched worm,” Lord Voldemort remarked as he strode around the room his cloak billowing behind him in dramatic flair. “As I said master, Ottery St. Catchpole is dead!” The dark lord paused and began to laugh. One less obstacle on the way to Harry Potter, now if he could just get rid of the old man. |
Don't look at me like that? I know how you're looking at me ... The brown haired boy sat with the curly haired girl outside of the hospital roof on the edge of the roof their feet dangling over the long drop to the street below. “He’s alive.” David said still not believing his eyes. “He’s alive.” “Was he dead before?” Mel asked curiously. “I guess you wouldn’t know, would you?” he asked. “Considering that last week it was 1945 and today it’s suddenly forty some years later. Yeah, no, I don’t guess,” Melissa replied sarcastically. She regretted the comment quickly enough, she could see that David was going through a lot of pain, he’d clearly thought Ottery was dead. David was a sweetheart to have stalled telling her, but then again he had spent the last year trying to find her. There was simply no way she could doubt that he cared about her. She put her hand over his and squeezed it. “You don’t understand Mel, it was after you disappeared. It was a long time ago, but Ottery died. I mean I thought he was dead. And suddenly he’s back and this time he’s really dying. It’s not fair. I just found him and if he dies again, I don’t think I could bear it.” David began to cry. It was a bit before he could recount the tale of the last time he had seen Ottery alive. |
A whole other chapter ... yup. “It was an Opera House in Italy on a Sunday night just letting out of Il Paggliacci. Ottery was being an as about how he was the clown always making other people laugh, while deep inside he’s always crying. You know what a drama queen he is.” Melissa nodded, tears rolling down her eyes too, boy could she remember, for her it was only yesterday ... she had seen him off at the airport back in 1945. It was a beautiful night, that cold November evening when Ottery had taken David to see the Opera. It had been such a long time since they had had time together; Dumbledore had them going all over the globe looking for the artifacts. “It’s a never ending job, it seems. Keeping magical articles out of the hands of muggles and some wizarding folk,” David explained looking down at the city street below where people went about their busy lives as if no one lay dying in a hospital room; oblivious to the pain and sorrow of someone sitting on a hospital ledge so far above them. David thought it was ironic. How quickly they’d know if he made them a part of that sorrow. He pushed the dark thought away, and continued recounting his story. “He kidnapped me in Bombay. You should have seen him. Teddy was driving a jeep and Ottery was decked out in khaki shorts and an explorer hat using his wand to cut through the jungle. They drove in, scared off most of the Maharajah’s men and … the Maharajah would’ve killed us if that fool hadn’t of driven in suddenly all crazy like that.” |
Talk about instant gratification ... uh huh ... “Someone here order a rescue?” Ottery asked as he helped the other boy into the Jeep. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in South Africa getting that voodoo doll.” “Yeah, well, boys aren’t supposed to play with dolls anyways,” Ottery replied. “It tried to kill us.” Teddy remarked turning the Jeep around and speeding back out the way they had come followed by the Maharaja’s henchmen. “So I had to put it down.” “All right.” David replied not wanting to push the subject further. Ottery hopped into the back seat next to David just as a sword came flying at them and he blasted it out of the sky. “To the airport Jeeves,” Ottery joked and got a nasty look, a near death experience as the jeep almost went over the side of a cliff, and a nasty sign from Teddy all at the same time. |
You got yang? “We got to the airport and out of India somehow and next thing I knew we were having coffee outside a Parisian café and he was asking me if I wanted to go with him to the opera and forget Dumbledore and all his stupid ideas. At least for a while and … so I said yes of course.” David continued. |
You know you better watch out ... some girls are only about that thing ... that thing “It’s settled then. We’ll go see Il Paggliacci,” Ottery remarked putting his hand over the other boys, and squeezing it softly. Teddy, hiding behind his menu, began to clear his throat, but Ottery ignored him. “Can the mushy stuff or I’m ordering the lobster,” he threatened. “You don’t eat Teddy,” David remarked. “That’s the point,” Ottery replied. “He does have expensive tastes though.” “I wonder where I got that habit, Mr. I-spend-a-million-francs-on-chocolate-a-year,” Teddy said putting the menu down and waving down a waiter. Ottery blushed embarrassedly at that and shrugged as David looked at him. “Behave bear,” Ottery whispered as the garcon came by. They drove the whole way to Italy on a vespa through the French countryside. Teddy they sent ahead in a crate, and they picnicked on the lobster on the way there. |
Aaaaaaaiiiiiight! “I missed him. Back then I hadn’t seen him in weeks. He was in South Africa and I was in India and Dumbledore had us looking for these weird coins. They belonged to pirates he said, and the treasure had to be complete.” David was lost in memories Melissa could see. It was so odd to her, she had seen Ottery not a week ago, back in 1945, she wanted to strangle him since it had been his stupid spell that had sent her hurtling to the future. To David though, the boy hadn’t seen Ottery in ten years. “It was a beautiful week, we kept stopping in little villages and just … well doing things people do when they’re in love. I was so happy, he’d finally stopped pushing me away and … we were so happy that week. Then the Opera House…” |
Listen to what I'm putting down ... hey baby I'm your handy man ... The boys walked outside. It was such a beautiful night, that cold November evening, the stars were all out, everyone brilliantly dressed, Ottery and David in tuxedos, all the ladies in their pretty gowns of silver and gold, red, and blues, in every kind of color imaginable, in every kind of cut, shawls, hoods, hats, tiaras; it was like a fairy ball. Ottery loved looking at the muggle ladies walking around in their pretty dresses, it made him dream of Oz, those books he had read when he was a child. As they were walking down the steps of the Opera House slowly — when you’re in love you’re never in a hurry for anything except being with the one you love — it happened. A car pulled up, it’s tires screeching as the driver braked hard on the cobblestone street. Strange men, muggles dressed all in black from head to foot walked out of the car. David didn’t think much of it. Why should he, he was busy being in love. Until he saw one of their faces and he remembered the Nazis. They had been like that, determined and zealous to accomplish their task. Ottery for his part was lost in the fairy tale unfolding in front of him. |
Hey girls, gather round Listen to what Im putting down “They had pictures. They were after us both. They didn’t like our kind. They are throwbacks to a darker time, a different cult of bigots. It was when they started walking towards us that I started to worry.” David said his tone turning darker. |
Hey babe Im your handy man Im not the kind to use a pencil or rule Im handy with love Hand in hand, David and Ottery walked slowly down the stairs. They stopped abruptly. The brown haired boy turned to Ottery, and then guiding his friend’s gaze with his eyes, the smile on his face faded as he saw the man in the black trench coat. |
and Im no fool I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can “I still remember Dr. Helmut’s face. So cold and cruel. Even without that scar across his eye I would still think he was like that. He took a gun out then and there and shot me.” David said coldly. “Well he would have shot me if Ottery hadn’t of pushed me out of the way. It hit him in the shoulder, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to fight.” |
If your broken heart should need repair Then Im the man to see David took out his wand as the scarred man in the trench coat dropped smoke bombs. After the first gunshot the people panicked and they were running around screaming and trying to hide frightened, a cacophony of distress. When there came a spray of bullets through the smoke and David felt Ottery grab his hand and apparated them both out of there. “Ottery are you all right?” The brown haired boy asked him. In his anxiety he hadn’t noticed they were back at the castle. In the North tower, but they were there waiting for them there as well. “That won’t matter much, witch,” one of them said coming out of the shadows a sword in his hand. |
I whisper sweet things, you tell all your friends Theyll come runnin to me “That was that fools mistake. If he had had a gun he could have killed us both there, but I guess he wanted to cut off our heads as a prize. I turned him into a frog right there. I really didn’t have time to think. Ottery fell down then and when I grabbed him in my arms. I felt all the blood from his back.” “Oh God, Ottery,” I said, “You’re hurt,” “This is a scratch” he replied. He likes to joke around about things … making them less serious than they are sometimes. They began firing at us, and I raised a shield to protect us. “Get out of here David,” the boy told me, and I looked at him funny, then Ottery kissed me and handed me his pocket watch. |
Here is the main thing I want to say Im busy 24 hours a day “The portkey, the little basilisk, he’s done that to me more times than I can remember,” Mel cut in smiling, and David couldn’t help but smile back through his tears. It was one of Ottery’s oldest tricks. “I took it and he was gone. I thought he was dead. Dumbledore told me he was dead. Everyone said he was dead. Every so often his name would pop up and I’d ignore it, or think it was just a sick rumor or a bad memory. I didn’t know … I didn’t know.” David was saying as he started to cry again. “He didn’t want you to know David,” came Dumbledore’s grave voice from behind them. “It was meant to be that way. He wanted to protect you.” “Yeah well he did a darn lousy job of it, didn’t he?” Mel asked angrily. “And you so clearly helped him.” “Melissa, it’s so nice to have you back. Though I must admit 1945 likely misses you dearly.” The Headmaster replied. |
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can Come, come, come Knockturn Alley A most wretched hide of mean beasts and foul creatures resides, and frequents the Bar of Dark Saints in Knockturn Alley. A home to shady dealings, and even darker magics, it is hidden and very well, in an out of the way corner of the darkened street. It was Teddy’s favorite gin joint, but he was not there that night. “The otter is dead!” A man ran in yelling. “What? You’re kidding me?” He was greeted with that reply. “He’s dead I tell you.” The man insisted. “Finally! Who did it?” Someone else asked. “It was one of his family you ask me. Heaven knows they’ve been trying the longest.” Someone else replied. “You’re a fool.” The man who had run in answered, walking up to the dingy bar to get a drink (out of a bottle if you were smart, the glasses were dusty if you were lucky and worse if you weren’t). “Who wanted that boy dead?” “Who here didn’t?” Said another man laughing to much uproar. |
Yeah, yeah, yeah Come, come, come Yeah, yeah, yeah The providence of man is but to live and love and in the living and the loving to do good things if not great things, because tomorrow is not promised to anyone. Every day must be lived as if it were the last. You have to love the hardest, live the fastest, and never regret anything. Shower the people you love with love is what Ottery had always said. He hoped that he had done that well enough that he might reach his reward in heaven or if not he hoped that Buddha would send him back down to try at it again. Yes Ottery was evil like that he didn’t want to go to hell. He lay on the operating room table growing cold and lifeless with every second, all the healing magic in the world unable to bring him back to life, because Death is the providence of God and there no man dare tread. |
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