Very cute Otty!

Hello ~Otty. I DID notice. I think it was Ottery that characterized Harry as Dumbledores right hand man and needed to be protected at all cost. If I'm not mistaken, it was during the train wreck, and right before he put that curse on that woman who was working both sides of the track and got killed. The reason he was sent to Azkaban. (I still can't believe Scumenger did that!) Now, I'm gonna have to go check, cause I'm curious. Anyway.... to answer your question: Have you ever seen, "My Girl Two"? One of the worst written movies ever in my opinion, and it is because the hero dies in the end. If it has to be, then I trust you to do it right. I love Ottery, and all the rest of the heroes, but he is my favorite, and I don't want him to die. But, like I said if you must, then I do trust you to do it right. I shall be there watching for these hints, and nobody will even notice me. Still so sad! ~Otty, I really, really enjoyed this part. So very sweet this spitit assigned to her. Awe! She's a bit rough on him isn't she? But, she is that way though. Quite possibly my favorite part of this post. Very nicely written ~Otty. All of it actually. But, you can't help it. You're just that good.

Loved this!

Thank You for sharing your talent with us here in FanFiction on SnitchSeeker.
Keep Writing!

I saw what you said in your Christmas fic. Alas, we must wait a year. So I came to hang out here.

“I’m not going to let you do it,” Angel said with finality.

“I’d like to see you try and stop me,” Teddy replied thoughtlessly.

Before either of them could blast each other or in Teddy’s case rip someone’s head off, Diego was standing between the boys polishing his sword.

“We’re guests of Ottery’s friend, and we should act as such,” Tiffany said, rubbing her neck and surreptitiously pointing with her eyes at the vampire guards watching them from a short distance.

“We can’t let him …” Angel said, “You can’t … the only way to make him stop being a vampire after he’s become one is …”

“We don’t need to be discussing that right now,” Tiffany objected.

“I dunno, an undead Ottery has a lot of advantages,” Teddy replied.

Out of nowhere Angel’s fist came slamming into Teddy’s cheek, but just as quickly the boy found himself flying through the air and slamming down hard on a table in the room.

“Boys!” Tiffany screamed.

“Nobody gets the better of me sweet cheeks,” Teddy remarked.

“I think maybe we should go for a walk, no, amigo?” Diego asked grabbing Teddy by the arm.

Shaking the boy’s arm off, Teddy replied, “I think you’re right except about the part were we should go.” With that he walked across the room, pushed the vampire knights aside and walked out past the double golden doors of the waiting room to Ottery’s bedroom.

He took out a cigarette and lit it. Then proceeded to kick everything in his path, punching walls and screaming as he went looking for a balcony or a room out of the castle.

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AN: Hello everyone. I apologize for my looooooooooong absence, the holidays and I was somewhere without internet and all that ... so please, sorry, come back to my fic. LOL

I hope everyone had happy holidays and thank you Droo for the picture and the sweet words, and thank you the rest of you. I will be finishing up the X-mas fic soon and I'll start a new one come this holiday ... I'm supersticious and I think that last title is jinxed. :xp:

TTYL y'all.

Nice chapter... I did miss the song though... Just sayin...

Hello ~Otty. Welcome back! I missed you and your ff while you were gone. Loved the post. My favorite lines: So much can be said without words.

My favorite part: Don't you just love Teddy!?!!?!

And this: Yeah, Droo has it right. I always get your song you post with the new chapter stuck in my head the rest of the day. It was a tradition. What's up with not having a song for us? Great post though, and I'll be watching for my notice you posted.

Brillient chapter!
And Undead Otty? Hmm, i dunno if that is bad or not *thinks*
Love the chapter
PAMS!

Eviee <33

Poets often use many words
To say a simple thing
But it takes thought and time and rhyme
To make a poem sing

With music and words I'll be playin'
For you, I have written a song
To be sure that you know what I'm sayin'
I'll translate as I go along

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Won't you let me see what spring
Is like on Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me
~Fly Me To The Moon (2007 Re-Mix) by Utada Hikaru (look it up on Youtube kids )


The little vampire was no longer and issue to the leader of the wolves of Saint Gilman and a little more blood on Madison’s red gloved hands did not matter, but there was still the issue of Freddie and her freedom.

“You didn’t flinch,” the werewolf remarked.

“He’s better off dead. I don’t much care for vampires. It’s a sample of what I’ll do to you. Take your pick,” she replied with a bored tone. “The only thing I care about is Freddie. If you hurt him …”

“You can’t hurt me child,” the man interrupted.

“You keeping thinking that if it makes you comfortable,” Madison replied, "I'm not here to put you at your ease."

“Your freedom and the wolf’s …” the vampire began. Verbal sparring could go on for hours, and it was clear from Madison's quick and sharp tongue which matched her fighting skills if not her social etiquette that she was easily up to the task.

“And in exchange?” Her face betrayed nothing of the double cross she expected.

“Well, you’ve already gotten rid of that pest from the London vampire clans. I need someone highly placed and close to shall we say the chosen one,” he demurred.

“I’ve nothing to do with Harry Potter.”

“I know, but Ottery does, and by virtue of that ...”

“I won’t betray Ottery,” Madison stated flatly.

“It would be Harry you would be betraying. Or perhaps not. Think on it. All I ask is that you repay my favor with a favor of your own, and … until such a time neither of us knows what that might entail.”

“But more than likely I should expect to betray someone,” Madison replied.

The werewolf smiled in a way that gave away his true predatory nature. Madison had dealt with all manner of basiliks, all manner of conniving, self-centered egotists, and narcissistic rich little playboys who fancied themselves heaven sent to women, but she could see in the werewolves eyes that he did not see her as merely another pretty thing, or a lovely morsel of love's conquest to be had at his delight ... oh no, and true fear struck her in the knowledge, but she could see the sociopathic murderous nature of his true being betrayed in his eyes, a bottomless well to the depths of his dark soul.

"Well?" He pressed on.

“Perhaps we can come to some accord, but I want specifics and I have conditions of my own,” Madison replied. She sighed, in her heart she knew Ottery would not approve but then he had left her stranded in Italy and sometimes you had to dance with the devil if you wanted to sing with the angels.

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AN: Oh, Otty how you've failed your friends ... *cries*

Thank you all for coming back, I was waiting for Beautiful Dreamer but she's busy with life as are we all I'm sure, but ... here ... another update. This story grows ever darker ... and the world ... the darkness closes in ... will our intrepid heroes survive? I'll let you all decide. We should have a poll, who should die? Someone has to die, but who? Any suggestions, I haven't finished the ending to this piece yet so ... LOL

Thank you Conners, and Droo, and Miss Evi3 for your sweet words. I don't care if its a little sentence or a whole paragraph its nice to know someone is enjoying my stories. Thank you all. Wish I had more time ... bbs or be back soon.

On a side note if anyone knows were I can find the romanized lyrics of Style by Kana Nishino that'd be awesome. For our next ... more poppy, upbeat post LOL

Yes, the song was for Droo ... cuz she missed it.

Otty you failed your friends!? :O
But-but she can't betray Harry, he's like MEGA awesome xD
No No No No. I don't like what she's doing *shakes head*
Would be nice to know where it goes though LOL!
Brillient post.
And as ever really well written and aww your welcome i really enjoy reading your story. *nods*

*glomptackle*

Eviee <33

Hello ~Otty. I absolutely love your new post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You write like the plays, only I can understand what you're saying. You write so ummmm eloquently. What I mean to say is that your writing is so exspressful and meaningful, and vivid with your word usage. I just love reading your work.

The story line. I think you know that Harry Potter is my most favorite character of all time, so, even if you was aloud to, I would hope you wouldn't kill him off.

I love the characters of Madison and Freddie. It's very romantic in a tragic sort of way, and I think to kill either of them off would be detrimental to your story, (and me).

Tiffany and Teddy cannot be killed off, because they are such an intricate part of your story.

None of the Hogwarts kids should be killed off, and that includes Nicholas (sp?)

I could go on and on why different ones shouldn't be killed off, but the thing is... it's your story. You need to decide. (And by the way, why does anyone need to be killed?)

I think Scrimgeour, if anyone, should be the one to die. I'm so angry with him putting Ottery in jail in the first place.

Now, this brings me to Ottery. You can't possibly even hope to kill off Ottery. I will cry for hours even days if you do. And I hope you don't make him undead either. (Which, that sounds like a contradiction in itself. Undead is alive isn't it?)

And lastly: This chilled me to the bone! Brilliant writing ~Otty. I loved every part of it. And I loved the song at the beginning, because it so fits with what I think of your ability to write. Keep it up. It's all wonderful.

New Chappy! YAY!

And so we enter the last chapters of our adventure in which surprising things happen … if only people would ask more questions …

Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
~She's not there by The Zombies covered recently by Glee

Ottery could hear them fighting outside of his bedroom. A smile crept across his face. He had not faked his faint. He had been dizzy and swooning and there had been darkness and sleep, but now he was alright. Well, as alright as one can be when there’s poison coursing through their body and they‘ve got the fate of the world to ensure.

The boy threw off the bed covers, heavy as they were to keep out the cold. The fireplace was crackling and the logs burned nicely but the count didn’t feel much and neither did the vampires which is why they had not realized that the room was still as cold as a refrigerator.

The boy touched one bare foot on the floor winced, jumped back on the bed and kneeling by the edge of the bed waved his wand over his head and magicked himself a nice outfit. It was something pre-Victorian but just barely, a top hat, long coat, striped trousers with straps under his shoes.

“If this doesn’t make me look like one of those old foppish vamps, I don’t know what will,” the dark haired boy remarked quietly.

He stepped on the ground and dipping the top hat’s rim just over his eyes he walked into one of his friend’s adjoining bedrooms.

“Ottery, master thief,” he said grimacing. He winced again as he felt a pang in his chest. The poison was working its way slowly into his circulatory system, causing his heart to spasm. When enough of the poison had slowly seeped in and accrued his heart would simply stop. But he had no intention of letting that happen, no matter what. He might not be the chosen one but Harry was, and Harry was also impulsive and stupid and he needed all the friends he could have by his side. Dumbledore trusted the kid for whatever reason and Ottery would see that Harry fulfilled his destiny even at the cost of everything he had built.

“Why not? It’s not as if Scrimgeour hasn’t already found out my deepest darkest secrets.” Ottery sighed. That was another dilemma he’d soon have to deal with. And he hadn’t been to see Hermione or Ron. The poor boy must be wracking his brains out by now about her.



I'm glad you all came back ... you all rock. Now let's put this puppy to bed, I need something more EPIC! This story needs to end so we can move on back to the MAIN story ... I'm sorry I've been so lax. I haven't been writing anything in a while ... except grocery lists ...

Haha the last bit about shopping lists made me smile. Don't ask why
Brillient as ever! I mean it! *nods*
Awww, its a shame this is ending
And main story? Am i missing a story here? Cuz i think im reading everything your writing *racks brains* Hmm.
PAMS! but i don't want it to end *nods*

Eviee <33

Hello ~Otty. I was thrilled you posted again. I read it this morning at 4:00 and was just too sleepy to comment. I'll do it now though I am very tired. I loved the writing in the beginning where you have us feeling how cold it is there by your descriptions and then you have Ottery climbing out from underneath heavy bedding and I'm thinking if I was Ottery I'd not be able to get out of that bed and face the cold. He does though and you go on to show it is painfully cold, but our Ottery is able to make himself move on for he knows he must. Maybe the cold is a blessing in disguise for him. MAYBE it slows the spread of the poison some. Oh... the poison is hurting him. That is soooooo sad!

Loved this bit: What an outfit! But he needs a walking stick, or cane.

And this part is just plain ... well I won't say brilliant, cause it's already been said ^ ... so I'll say. ummm ... intensely significant. Let's hope Scumgeour takes the secrets to his grave. But let me just say that although I love you very much, I don't like you saying that Harry is impulsive and stupid, and that he needs all his friends he could have by his side. But, I won't fault you for it. The movies make him look that way, so you are allowed your opinions. but, I do love that Ottery is loyal to Harry.
I have some questions, but then I don't want anything of spoiled milk and story changes to occur so, I'll reserve the right to ask questions later. I know you are busy actually and just haven't had time to write more. These are the things I'm curious about;
Hermione and her dream spirit. Is he guiding her journey to wellness? Will she remember him when she wakes up?

Has Harry and Nicholas oh and Neville, finished their plans? And how are they well, I'll save my question for if you don't answer. (Which I'm sure you will cause you always do.)

Madison and Freddie? I can't stand the thought of Freddie dying, AND I don't want Madison owing that monster a favor, even if she decides to double cross him, it's a dangerous thing to do. And I know she can take care of herself, but sometimes things don't always work out the way you want.

Was Teddy and his rampage what brought Ottery to his conciousness? And I'm watching to see if Diego has anything up his sleeve or behind his cloak for the monster that hurt Freddie.

These things are what I'm watching for. But if you want a question then I guess mine is ... Do you ever tire of writing out the grocery list? For me, it's the same old thing cause we can't afford anything else. So I DO get tired of the grocery list. Just teasing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am very curious if Ottery is going to have to become undead or whatever. That still isn't a question though is it. OK here you go; does Harry ever do anything that graduates Ottery's opinion of him to a higher level of confidence as Dumbledore has in him?

Can't wait for your next post ~Otty. I'll be watching.

“(Oooh) Well does she want me to make a vow?
Check it
(Oooh)Well does she want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

(Ahhh) When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you you'll know baby (know)
When I get you alone ('lone)
When I get you alone now (it's all mine)”
~Glee's Darren Criss When I get you alone …

The young girl took the proffered glass filled with the deliciously warm drink the fresh bouquet of a recently cut human’s blood wafting to her nose. Evangeline sighed. The Dark Lord Dracula kept a stock of living humans to bleed for sustenance. Only the best, young and beautiful were chosen and they doubled as slaves and intermediaries in the muggle world. The better, prettier of them could be culled into the vampire fold but only if they proved themselves useful before their beauty faded. Lord Dracula’s renown for being particularly choosy was common knowledge in the realms.

As she sat down and waited her audience with the Dark One, she spied him speaking with a woman, long and dark haired, clutching a book tightly. Evangeline took a sip of wine and sighed. It was delicious, she could feel the strength human blood gave vampires coursing through her blood. She wondered if it was not some silly simpering human wanting to volunteer to be bled or used as a pawn in the hopes of someday being made a vampire.

There seemed no end of foolish people who romanticized vampirism as something of a bad boy fetish … completely ignoring just how evil it is to be a vampire. The woman turned and started walking away. She smiled, a familiar face that graced the backs of so many vampire novels.

“Was that Stephanie Me … ?”

“I find it somewhat amusing and it helps our cause to play with people’s perceptions of vampirism. I don’t think it hurts that some of the people who write cutesy vampire romances are themselves vampires.” The dark lord’s thoughts like a loud dark deep voice in her mind had read her thoughts and replied.

Evangeline looked up to find him standing with his back to her, hands clasped behind his back, the house elf walking the author out of his chamber.

“I’m sure sire you’re aware the foolish little gnat is off to find what he undoubtedly knows you have in your possession,” the girl began, meaning by gnat Ottery St. Catchpole, who not for the first time or last was underestimated by his enemies.

“The very thing I’m keeping from him, I know. Because if he cannot have the cure then he’s going to resort to anything short of a horcrux to keep himself alive. I know the little egotist too well. But of course. Who do you think plotted this whole scenario out so meticulously? That fool Voldemort? That whelp would not know subtlety if it came in the shape of a fire breathing dragon and bit him in the posterior. The fool has reached out an olive branch and seeks an alliance.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to ally ourselves with them? The Death Eaters are not a force to be ignored lord.”

“Would be petty world conquerors? I saw Caesars fall, I mocked Il Duce and I sent very rude letters to Pinochet and Margaret Thatcher. I am not so easily impressed by the machinations of a foolish little gang of magic wielding thugs. Perhaps after he’s taken the whole of Britain we can consider him a person of interest. As of now, his envoys do not go past the house elf.” The tall dark white haired man exclaimed, using his own voice. He turned to look at the girl. Not the frail figure of the movies, weak and old with withered bones and gnarled skin, but more like a giant massive oak barrel chested, old and proud. The evil he exuded seemed to swirl and sit like a king’s cloak.

Evangeline took a long drink from the crystal goblet. The thick liquid slid ever so slowly and deliciously down her throat, warm and she could imagine the pulsing heart that had given it.

“So, why ever do you want Ottery as one of your minions sire?”
“Honestly? To keep him out of my hair. The little pest always seems to be running around saving the world and killing my vampires every chance he gets.”

From out of the shadows, a little squeak which went largely ignored was the figure of Ottery dressed in late Romantic style. He had just caught himself from exclaiming that he was not as meddlesome as they made him seem. Clearly having Tiffany around and Hermione made being sensible more easy. Now that he knew the cure was in the floating fortress, he had to find it and fast. His pocket watch warned him that he had two hours left before the effects would start in earnest. The boy wiped his brow and ignored the slowly rising fever and his weakness.

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AN: Yeah, this story is really almost over, and yeah, I really have been too slow to update. *sighs* Maybe if my life didn't find me so busy ... but I thank you all for sticking with me. I'm working on being a more productive writer so that's a good sign right? Wish me luck ... it might mean more posts sooner LOL love you all ... I swear we'll be done soon.

Oooh my name again! Evangeline (: just a vampire...hmm nice
Brillient chapter! I like and the twilight author? hmm.. XD
PAMS
And im so going to miss this story.
Good luck and thank you for writing the story!

Eviee <33

Hello ~Otty. Great chapter ~Otty. I think I've told you I'm afraid of Vampires, and I'm soooooooooooo afraid for Ottery to be there and so close! He is so very brave, but yes, I remember his attitude on such things as bravery and cowardly actions. He simply has a job that must be done, and so does it with the mind set the job will get done or he'll die trying. No time for bravery, bravado, or bone chilling fear. When it comes to passing the buck, it stops with him. Not because it's passed to him from someone less brave or less able to defeat the evil, but because he grabs the buck before it's passed to him. He's such a hero and doesn't even really know it.

It was all wonderfully written, and I was afraid and scarcely breathing the entire time I read it. (once when it was posted, and again just now) I know right?! I agree wholeheartedly. I think it's hilarious that he is always underestimated, still now when he is dying of the poison. And I'm so glad you said, So, this means Ottery will live again to be underestimated again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yea!!!!! Yippee!!!!!!!!!!! But not by becoming undead right? So scary the thought of it.
My favorite part I think, I guess the old saying needs to be adjusted a bit for him doesn't it. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." Of course the vampire won't give up and join Ottery, so sense he can't beat him, he wants to make Ottery join him. So very funny that he would assume Ottery would lie quietly on his death bed and except the fate the evil Vampire has in mind for him.
The last line is just to sad to think about.

Anytime one works toward bettering themselves is good. You already are a very talented writer, just keep up the hard, but good work. Best of luck to you always in all things. More posts and sooner will be great! Take all the time you need. Honestly.
Great post ~Otty. I'll be watching for your next.

Awesome post Otty!

Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum, she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

Something tells you that you've got to move away from it
~Our House by Madness



The night ebbed like the tide. She knew well enough that staying by his side was a sort of betrayal of its own. Ottery needed that plant to make a cure, and yet she couldn't be parted from her lover. She sighed.

“The beauty of being at San Gilman is that it’s a monastery and that the monks here specialize in the curative arts.”

His voice like cold iron on her back startled her, but she hid it well. She scolded herself on dropping her guard in his presence. Just when had he entered the little room. Still she would not relinquish her gaze from her fallen love.

“Never mind that you’re all werewolves,” Madison said trying her hardest to disguise the concern in her heart with a mask of frigid indifference.

“Your boyfriend will be fine soon, the root should help guard against infection and Brother Rebus is an excellent surgeon.” The head werewolf was happy ever since the little vampire had been turned into a small pile of dust.

Freddy looked so weak and frail, his normally happy smiling face now pale and sweaty. She held his hand and he didn’t talk. All their assertions meant nothing to her, neither did dang well anything else if the boy she loved, the one who'd shown her how much there was worth living for, wasn't alive to share it with her.

"Shouldn't you be taking Ottery his cure?" the vampire asked.

"Since when are you so concerned with Ottery's welfare?" she snapped. Madison wanted to be alone with Freddy, then at least she could ... well not really. She didn't trust that they were not watching her every minute, listening for anything and being wolves it did not pay to let them scent fear or weakness at all.

"Its not Ottery I'm interested in, its thwarting Lord Dracula's plans and ... well you're hardly a valuable asset if your handler isn't alive, now are you?"

"Here I thought you were my handler now?" she said acidly.

"When you become a valuable asset then yes, well 'activate' you. But until then you're free to do as you choose. Go where you like--"

"And I'm supposed to trust you'll just drop Freddy in front of Hogwarts or something, completely himself and not tampered with? Not hypnotized or booby trapped? You had me kill a child--"

"He was 400 years old!"

"Anythign to keep you from soiling your hands."

"Anything to keep the truce! You wouldn't understand. You don't belong to a pack, your loyalty easily wavers. I've got to watch out for me and mine. And this stupid little war of yours is fixing to explode all over our territories and I'll lay down with whoever I have to to see that my pack make it out alive."

"I suppose so, if you didn't have your mutts around who would run around doing your dirty little tricks? Who would you bully around? You wouldn't have anyone to make you feel strong." Her wand was at his throat as his hands closed around her other wrist. He had crossed the room in the blink of an eye.

"Down boy," Madison whispered. The man turned away and walked out. Madison sighed. How the devil was she going to get out of this? Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the time to worry about that right now she was still running ... still running ... she only hoped Ottery was still running as well.

AN: I'm trying to write .. something is wrong with a writer who can't write ... LOL Still here y'all ... until the lights go out or we turn 'em out. LOL

Awww... Very nice.

Good chapter (:

Hello ~Otty. I keep reading this chapter and trying to come up with intelligent points of view to write, but having troubles because, ... well it's my mind I'm trying to make be intelligent. The trouble I'm having is picking out things to comment on without cluttering up your post. It is a magnificent piece of writing, and I absolutely love it. You write Madison so real here. I just love reading it. I'm glad she is able to keep her mind working while she is distracted by the love of her life lying at deaths door. I would be leery of leaving Freddy with the evil ones.
I am curious about this, I guess the war expands to all territories, but the way it sounds is he is really on the good side for now. Maybe because it suits his purpose for the moment.

Anyway, wonderful chapter that I enjoy reading over and over just to visualize in my head. I do hope Freddy makes forward progress recovering so they can get the plant to Ottery. I'm so afraid of them turning him into an undead thing.

Love your story ~Otty. I'll be watching for your next post.

So I finally found some time and brain power to continue reading...and now I'm very sad that this fic is ending. But a consequence of my procrastination is that I've forgotten what happened to Otty I'll go back to catch up again I think

Kudos for the spirit world thing with Hermione! That's awesome and slightly hilarious with the buffalo reference.

Also the Stephanie Meyer reference was HILARIOUS! Though I suppose she wouldn't appreciate you suggesting that she would want to be a vampire

Aw, Freddie!! BUT OTTY'S GOING TO DIE!!!! Madison!!!! Where's your brain? Go save them both!

Sometimes what you see is not what you get (not what you get)
Sometimes you haven’t seen anything yet (Anything yet)
I’m not the same of melody that everyone thinks (That everyone thinks)
Can’t you tell I’m hiding my wings
Cause there is so much more to me
More than I could ever show
If you wanna fly with me
There is one thing I got to know (I got to know)
~Barbie & friends Can you keep a secret? Oh oh oooooooh!



“I’m a guest here of your dearly departed dark lord Dracula,” the boy remarked blowing a puff of breath in the cold night air.

Teddy was wearing a long thick black overcoat, which of course limited mobility, though it made him look very dashing. It was a bulky thing which weighed way too much, just the kind of thing you wore to keep the cold out and the warmth in, if you were in the arctic. What it didn’t help though was mobility and that it made you vulnerable to attack, by making you slow. But then again Teddy never ever gave much thought to putting himself in harm's way even if the odds were against him. Truth be told, he liked them set against him.

“Yes, well, our Lord Dracula doesn’t particularly care for your company, Mr. Bear.” The man smiled. He stood twice Teddy’s height, was dressed in dark pants, and a black vest with a white shirt that had a ruffled collar, ruffled front, and ruffled cuffs. On turning Teddy noticed this and started laughing uncontrollably.

“Is it my attire you find humorous, or that I’m unarmed?” the vampire asked nonplussed.

Five minutes later or when Teddy had finally managed to wipe the tears and had gotten his guffaws down to a low giggle he managed to answer, “Both, neither, yes. Plus there's the fact that you think your little friends are going to go unnoticed by me. I saw the one climbing up the side of the cliff when I was looking out over the balcony, I heard you when you walked into the bedroom, and I know you’ve got two other friends coming down the sides of the castle walls trying to ambush me.” He grinned wickedly.

“You’re outnumbered, and out smarted Sir Bear. I hardly understand what you find so humorous about this situation. We are not unarmed, we are our own weapons.” And with that the man bared his fangs, and his claws.

“Nice. I know you can turn into wolves too,” Teddy said, “But the really funny bit, is that you think the four of you can take me. Alone.”

As he said that the two vampires climbing down from the sides of the castle dropped down, swooping down their coats fluttering like dark bat wings, their feet lightly tapping the ground as they stepped lithe like dancers onto the arena of battle that was the balcony of Teddy's bedroom.

“You can’t seriously believe you’ll beat us,” the head vampire said. “I have your wand.” The creature said smiling wickedly, brazenly swinging the piece of wood in the air like a child does a toy.

“That’s not my wand, buddy. It’s actually in my trunk, not that stick of wood I picked up in the Forbidden Forest. Feels magical doesn’t it? That’s cuz I used it to scratch a unicorn. I think a griffin might have peed on it too. It’s got about as much magic as a t.v. remote. But don’t worry just yet, I don’t have my wand with me.”

“Take him!” the ruffled vampire yelled, and let the other two go at Teddy. The vampire to the boy’s left turned into a wolf, the other into a huge bat and they both lunged at him. Teddy laughing flung open his coat and pulled out a cross bow in one hand and a cross in the other.

The arrow sliced through the air and arrested the wolf’s lunge at the boy knocking the animal down, while the cross kept the bat fluttering at bay.

“Seriously, I said I didn’t have my wand, I didn’t say I was anymore unarmed than you guys. Nobody’s dead or at least not any deader than when we started, so why don’t we just each of us go our own way and …”

The wolf jumped at him again biting the arm that held the cross.

“I like wolves,” Teddy exclaimed as he fell to the ground, dropping his crossbow and with his free hand pulled a knife from his pocket. He stabbed the creature in the neck and then slit its throat. The wolf yelped running away, still not dead as it was still a vampire. “Last chance. I‘m really not in a mood to kill anything,” The boy wizard said eyeing the coat sleeve which while torn up had been thick enough to keep the creatures bite from severing his arm or cutting it too deeply.

The bat lunged at his face and Teddy felt someone on his back. Angry he slammed himself against the edge of the balcony, the vampire grabbing his throat and hanging from his back gave out a grunt. The problem being that since they didn’t breathe you couldn’t really knock the breath out of them but for a second it wasn’t biting into his neck which is what mattered.

Teddy knew the situation was growing dire. It had been rather foolish of him to leave his wand packed away in his magical shrinking trunk, locked in his room well knowing he was in enemy territory. Still there was no time to cry about his mistakes only time to fix the problems.

If only that annoying bat would get out of his face. Teddy slammed his head back hitting the vampire on his back in the nose and causing him to lose his grip, then throwing his head forward he swatted the bat to the ground.

Finally free he looked around for the crossbow but instead met the glaring faces of the other two vampires. The wolf now back in human form holding his bleeding shoulder while the other aimed the crossbow at him.

“Doesn’t look like your lucky day does it?”

“I don’t know. It’s all perspective isn’t it?” He said, the trigger clicked, the arrow released and Teddy ducked in time for the arrow to strike the vampire who had been hanging from his back between the eyes.

Hunched down Teddy rushed forward and knocked the leader vampire, sending him crashing through the French windows that lead to the balcony. Standing up in seconds, he grabbed the nearest thing, a Tiffany lamp, and slammed it against the vampires head repeatedly.

Out of a coat pocket he pulled out a stake and stabbed it straight into the creatures heart. A scream and there was nothing left but dust and the creatures mortal clothes. Sadly, the ruffled shirt, with ruffled sleeves and neck.

The boy turned, winded, and cried, “Anybody want more?”

The three other vampires looked at one another and lunged at him.

“Ah cra--!” Teddy screamed.



And next posts song Aqui estoy! << Here I am Yes it was on his last album, yes he is awesome, yes I want to marry him ... *sighs* for his voice alone of course ... never mind that he's cute. *ahem* The annoying thing is all my glee videos got axed on youtube *grrrrrrrrr* because of copyright infringement and Fox won't post them ... so all of you watch Glee so you'll know what song I'm talking about when I say Mercedes' Anthem, which I'd love to post here but I can't

I hope you like this better Droo mwahahahahahaha It's a cliffie.

Miss Evi3e <3, you're too sweet. Thank you for your patience and sticking around as long as you have ... I must take the longest to update of anyone on earth ... I even have to look at my own lasts post to remember sometimes what I wrote.

Seriously Connie you're the only human being on earth I know who thinks they could come up with something intelligent to say about anything I post on SS You're too cute and I do appreciate the vote of confidence.

K'Lari, I've missed you ... like teh deathstar misses little planets to destroy But seriously Lari it's cool that you're back and don't owrry about no t knowing what's going on ... neither do I But seriously, Otty is dying from a poison and he needs an antidote, but he's only got 48 hours. To that end he's going to let Dracula turn him into a vampire as a last resort because he just has to be alive to keep Harry alive long enough to win the war ... Otty is humble this way, he doesn't believe he could singlehandedly win the war ... that's Teddy.

Neways, Madison sided with the bad guys because Freddie got hurt and she thinks she didn't have a choice, something which will be a major point of interest when we go back to the main narrative and not say here in 48hrs which is coming to a quiet close with loads of deaths and 'ell and stuff.

Hermione's journey will not end here ... I know I suck, I'm evil for carrying all these strands of story from here to the next novel ... heheheehe, not unlike I did with Human Nature ... I swear it was total coincidence.

I hope you all like this chappie, I think its one of my better ones ... in this post the insults and the action comes at ya, nice and fast ...