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A New Tournament (Harry Potter & SG:SG1)

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by killgore444, Dec 11, 2020.

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  1. Nicator

    Nicator I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    Okay, I'll be honest here: this whole section fucking sucked. Look, I get that you don't want to fall down the cliche route of Ron-bashing, but this was worse, by far, to the point where I immediately stopped reading.

    What exactly did they say? They said that Ron was being a git, which he absolutely was, and which he apologises for later on in the story. Just minutes earlier, Harry had been crying precisely because of the fact that Ron was being a git, who'd turned on him out of jealousy, and who despite having been through so much with Harry, still didn't trust him. They didn't say they hated him. They didn't say they wanted him dead. They didn't say he was completely worthless as a person. Instead, they simply justly criticised his appalling baviour. Sure, he was there for Harry in their first, second, and third years, but that doesn't somehow mean that he gets a free pass for behaving like a cunt throughout the start of their fourth year. If anything, it makes it worse, because he's actively betraying Harry.

    The rant about how Ginny owes him her life? Not remotely true, at all. Do you really think that Harry would just have left someone to die in the Chamber of Secrets if they hadn't been Ron's sister? Do you think he would just have allowed Hermione and muggleborns like his mother, and halfbloods like him, to be targeted and likely killed by the Basilisk in future? He would have tried to save the innocent victim, whoever it was. And that's without counting the fact that if the victim had died in the Chamber, Hogwarts would have been closed forever. The fact that it was Ginny just added some extra emotional oomph.

    And why on Earth does he have "every reason to hate" Ginny, to the point where it would apparently be understandable if he'd wanted her dead? Where the fuck are you getting the idea that their relationship was so hostile and acrimonious?

    And what the fuck was the whole thing about how Ron's the only person who's ever liked him is also just bullshit. What the fuck about Hermione? What about all his other friends, like Neville? When exactly have Ginny and the twins "treated him like a freak or a path to power"? Even when there was paranoia about him being a Parseltongue, plenty of people stuck by him, and his status as "The Boy Who LIved" didn't really impact his relationship with anyone other than Slytherins. Even Ginny's childish crush in first year, which she'd grown out of by this point, hardly constitutes blind hero worship worthy of the scorn Harry delivers here.

    And it's also beyond stupid to criticise people for not doing stuff that you never told them about in the first place, and never asked them to do. Moreover, in light of Ginny's and the twins' actions later on in the series, it seems pretty clear that they would actually have helped in all of Harry's adventures if he'd trusted them enough to merely ask. Hell, previously the Weasley twins gave him the Marauders' map, and they busted him out of the Dursleys.

    There's just so much wrong with everything here, that I don't really quite know where to stop. Take the issue of Ron's credit, for instance. Yeah, he got in trouble for the trouble, but so did Harry and Hermione, and moreover it was his fault that she was in danger in the first place. On top of that, he got a huge amount of credit when it came to getting the Philosopher's Stone. As for Harry's other escapades, they haven't actually really been general knowledge at all. It's not like he's advertised the fact that he rescued a convicted mass murderer, is it?
     
  2. killgore444

    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    To each their own.


    Yes, and it was something they CONSTANTLY say. It's the self-granted prerogative of elder siblings to screw with their younger siblings. Something I can assure you, the younger siblings do not agree with. Fred and George are CONSTANTLY going at Ron. It's a theme in the books from year one all the way through year six. It's only the seventh book, where the twins have only a minor part and the theme switches to how concerned Ron is with George's injury and how devastated with Fred's death h
    e was.


    And 14 year olds are like that. Seriously, haven't you ever had a fight with a friend. Just because you're ready to hospitalize the prick (whomever it may be), doesn't mean you're going to allow ANYONE else to say shit about him. You're not worthy of friendship if you are.

    Yeah, it kind of does actually. Doubly so since NO one else was.

    Remind me never to help you out if you don't consider that a life debt. That goes so far beyond a simple life debt as to be absurd.

    Yes, actually I kinda do. If Ron hadn't been so upset, than Harry probably would have simply gone to McGonagall with what they'd learned, and let the adults handle it. The only reason he went himself was because it was his friends family.

    And that extra oomph is why he went down himself.

    To answer your second question first; Every time Ginny speaks in their presence. :rolleyes:
    Ginny acts like a spoiled little twat throughout the later books. As I said in my notes, all I did was move her getting over her shyness around Harry up a year. That's EXACTLY how Ginny acted in the books. Even after she started dating Harry, she still kept going in at Ron. As for the reason he has every reason to hate her, I spelled it out pretty well in the rant. All I'd be doing answering here is quoting the rant.

    What about her? She wasn't always by his side. When he wasn't exactly like her preconceived notions she got from reading erroneous books, and then didn't just except that she was right, and the books were of course true, she got mad and acted like a snob to a commoner. Even after that Halloween, Hermione has several issues with standing by Harry.

    Have you read the books? Neville wasn't actually Harry's friend. Neither were Dean or Seamus. They were friendly. They were OK. They liked each other just fine, but they weren't actually friends. Nothing in their relationship with Harry was anything more than what a couple of coworkers at the office would have for each other. At least not until the later books.

    No, that was just Ron, Hermione and the twins. And Harry was angry about the twins for other stuff during that rant. You do realize that he was listing off the things that only Ron hasn't done, the people he happened to be yelling at didn't each do every single one of them, but they each of them did do at least one.

    To hell it didn't.

    He's a teenager defending his friend. Stupidity is par for the course.

    :confused: ????????????
    Do you mean house points? That's what it kind of reads like in context, but not a hundred percent sure.

    I assume you're talking about the Troll incident here, context is lacking. Or are you blaming Ron for Ginny's fate for some reason (I've seen that done in fanfiction to many times)?
    If you are talking about the Troll, than I can hardly blame Ron or Harry about calling Hermione out on being a obnoxious, self righteous, no-it-all when that's exactly what she was. Even more so since, unlike the movies, EVERYONE else in the Gryffindor first years was laughing about it and agreeing with him.

    Yeah people, I had Harry doing something absurd; I had him acting like a fourteen year old. Heaven forbid someone in fanfiction remember to take the age of characters into account.:rolleyes:
    You also need to take the context of the story into account as well. Harry made several wishes, so the potion pushed him to do what was needed to for-fill the requests. Each part of the story does not exist separate from the rest.

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  3. Azaira

    Azaira Maiden Fluff

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    this is really good so far
     
  4. Index: Chapter 6 (part 2): Be careful what you wish for.
    killgore444

    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    Thank you, hopefully that continues.

    You all are also about to get that fancy house I promised in chapter 4.





    A New Tournament
    Chapter 6 (part 2): Be careful what you wish for.
    Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. All rights reserved to the respective owners of Harry Potter and Stargate: SG1. If I did own any of it, it would have gone very differently.
    And probably been not as good.
    Summary: A gift from the future provides a little bit of hope in a time of need. OP Harry, Ron and Hermione, but with a plausible background to support it. No bashing, even of disliked characters.


    "Memento mori" 'Remember that you have to die'


    Flanders New York is made up, just like a lot of the small town in the Harry Potter series. Flanders Bay however, is a real bay. And if you look up Flanders New York, it will outline several small towns along that bay. Just to let you know where this is set.



    00l l l l (_i_) \_!_/ l l l l00


    “Keeter” Harry called out. After he had eaten breakfast, he had created a duplicate and came back to Flanders New York.

    “Yes Master Harry sir.” Keeter replied popping in. “How may Keeter be helping Master today?”

    “Oh, I was going to see about fixing this place up again. Also, you said something yesterday about being the Senior house-elf. Does that mean I have more working for me? And if so, can I meet them?”

    “Master Harry has five house-elves sir. Keeter must regretfully tell Master Harry that three other house-elves have died since Master’s parents were murdered. Do you want to meet the others now, or after their current choirs are done?” Keeter replied.

    “What happened to them? The three that died I mean.”

    “Snaggley and Gongon were both Senior House-Elf before Keeter sir. They held the position with pride, same as Keeter sir, but they were older then Keeter when they received the position, and could not hold the rapid aging for long. Bonner was very old when she was inherited by Master Harry four years ago, her heart could not take the loss of her old Mistress, and she held on only long enough to insure little Sileen would be taken care of sir. Sileen was to be her replacement House-Elf to her old Mistress.”

    “What do mean unnatural aging?”

    “Keeter is maintaining the wards and spells around all of Master Harry’s properties Sir, excepting for Privet drive. Like Snaggley and Gongon before Keeter, it is making Keeter be aging faster than is normal Master Harry. House-elves normally aged like wizards sir, sort of. House-elves become adults faster, but live the same amount sir. But a house-elf who had receives clothes sir, age like muggles. If the Master a house elf has bonded to dies with an underage heir sir, then that house elf would also age like a muggle until the heir came of age and could link to it. When those same Masters has more than one house elf however, the Senior house elf will take on the duty of maintaining the other house elves link to the family, and will age in their stead. Keeter had aged twenty years in the past two years, instead of one year for every two that went past like other house elves. Keeter as aged two years for every single house elf in the Potter family sir, for every single year.”

    “Wait a minute, are you telling me that you’re aging to death because you work for me?”

    “No Master Harry sir, Keeter is aging to death so other house elves do not sir.”

    “What does this bond consist of Keeter?”

    “The bond has no real affect on wizards and witches Master Harry, excepting a very slight drain on their magical strength. This is being why when a house-elf couple wants to have kids, then the house elves needs to ask permission from their Master, as it’d be a drain on them. Even though this is something that is a lot less draining for a wizard than an house elf sir. Doubly so since most of that drain a house elf feels is the bond to the other house elves in the first place sir. Master Harry would need many more house elves bonded to him before he felt the drain affect him sir. But not many wizards or witches are strong as Master Harry is Keeter can see.”

    “I’m not that strong Keeter. Hermione is much better at magic than I am.”

    “Keeter as never met Ms Hermione sir, but strength and skill are not being the same thing Master Harry sir. Many witches are very strong, but stupid and unskilled Master Harry. And many are weak, but very skilled. Keeter has heard of Ms Hermione, Keeter is thinking Ms Hermione is weaker than Master Harry is, but has put more effort into gaining skill sir.”

    Deciding to change the subject since it was both uncomfortable and he basically agreed with him anyway, “How do I take over responsibility for the drain Keeter? I’ll not have you die over this. Will it age me faster as well?”

    “No Master Harry sir, you will not age faster. To take possession of our bonds Master Harry, since Master Harry is a trained wizard, Keeter will allow it, so Master Harry need only will himself to accept the bonds.”

    Harry closed his eyes and concentrated and tried to will himself holding onto some bonds. He had no idea what he was doing until suddenly he felt a ‘click’ in his magic, and five cords latched on to it. Almost immediately, there was three soft pops as the other elves appeared, one of them carrying what looked like a small elf child. After putting the little girl down, all five of them bowed, and then ran up and hugged his legs.

    So he’d met the other four house-elves; Sidor, Keeter’s mate, their daughter Ketty, who Harry had himself named when he was a toddler when he mistook the newborn elf for a kitten, Grouchen, and Sileen, both of whom he had inherited from now dead families. Grouchen was an aptly named young male elf who had an obvious crush on Ketty and was rather grouchy, at least when Sidor was around. Sileen however was a cute as a button child, roughly the equivalent of an eight year old. It was kind of hard to tell with the size difference between the two species. He really didn’t want to ask Keeter since that seemed rude. So Harry very quickly took up the same habit of looking out for her as the four older elves had.

    And like most children, she had a knack for getting adults who weren’t used to her to give her her way. Not a big deal on the surface, since all she wanted to do was help, but needed Keeter to step in and act as a parent to limit what Harry allowed her to do. How was he supposed to know what underage house-elves where allowed to do. Honestly it was more surprising that the Ministry HAD regulations on how you treated young elves than anything else.

    Although the rules did distinguish between born house-elves and alchemically made house-elves, which Sileen was, having been commissioned from a alchemist shop by her first owner to replace her old elf Bonner. Which gave Harry a weird feeling that he really couldn’t grasp. It did explain magical society’s disregard for their welfare, seeming to regard house elves the same way muggles regarded robots. On the other hand, muggle stories were filled with robots and droids of heroic and savage disposition. Stories where the robot strives to become human, or sacrificed themself to save humanity. And stories that had robots rise up and destroy mankind. Leaving him even more confused by their behavior than after listening to Hermione go on about them.

    There were also a lot of differences in the laws from country to country, which since he owned property and was a lord in multiple countries, was a factor. The laws in America regarding the treatment of house elves was MUCH more strict than in England, but would never be enforced unless the elf in question came forward to press charges. One big exception to this lack of enforcement, and the primary difference in laws, was that the Master had to maintain a closet with a single piece of clothing for each elf that he was giving the elves, but not requiring them to take. In essence, any elf that wanted to be free could pick it up and be free. This was something Harry had no problem with, and honestly figured it was better than what Hermione was pushing. While France went the opposite of the United States and was even less strict than England on the rules themselves, but FAR more strict on enforcement of what rules they had. Malfoy would have faced time in prison for his treatment of Dobby, and he would have likely been challenged to duels over it as well.

    In any case, Harry started to help clean up the house, to the horror of the elves. Sighing, Harry gave them permission to do so instead. A couple of minutes later, he decided to try something. Starting with Keeter, he cast Kage Bunshin no Jutsu on him, first once, and when there was no harm done, twice more. Giving the elves a basic rundown on the spell, and making sure that they understood the secrecy involved in him knowing it, he cast it three times on each of the others as well except Sileen, since he didn’t want there to be an impact on her growth. Something the others were grateful for.

    With sixteen adult house-elves, all trying to impress him, the clean up and renewal went surprisingly quickly. They asked if they could work on his other properties, but Harry decided no. He wanted to look over each property first, looking for threats. After all, Inferi had been left as a trap at at least one of them. And even after, he was going to be around until they got the place cleaned the first time.

    Instead of helping with the cleaning, Harry spent his time looking up home repair and improvement spells. Which since the elves hadn’t received permission from either his parents, Joan’s parents or himself, they weren’t allowed to do. Joan herself, apparently wasn’t allowed to order such, since that would be considered home modification, and children of a household, except in the case of a head of house, were not allowed to order stuff like that.

    Sensible when he thought about it, but somewhat strange in application. Since their standing orders where care of the grounds when the Fenn’s had died, they could not expand those orders to the inside of the house. So the elves had spent a lot of time on the grounds of the various Potter properties, except those they had been specifically ordered to flee, or those inhabited by muggles.

    Which explained somewhat the state of some of the unkempt properties. But it turned out that Harry now owned quite a bit of other property as well. The five remaining house-elves spent a lot of time trying to maintain the grounds of the various properties without letting the muggles know. They’d also often been by Privet drive to help out with his chores secretly. Which also explained some of the questions from his childhood. Things he’d chalked up to accidental magic once he found out about magic, turned out to be an elf helping out secretly. They’d also been the ones to sneak food to him on more than one occasion, and had kept preservation charms on food that was going stale, such as his cake before his second year, or just flat out refill it when he didn’t have enough. Joan, who was old enough to remember house-elves after her parents had died, could still call them to help out, but since she to lived with muggles, had to do so discreetly.

    He’d asked Keeter if he knew anything about this house in New York, but other than it being owned by the Potter family since Grindelwald’s war, and under a Fidelius charm, he didn’t. He was going to have to learn that charm however as it would keep a place hidden and secret. Keeter WAS able to tell him how the girls got around the fidelius however. Joan was a secret keeper. Since she knew the secret before her parents died, she became a secret keeper and had told her two friends a short time after her parents had died. Snaggley, the senior elf at the time had only lightly reprimanded her over it and had not required the two young muggle girls to get obliviated for some reason. Harry had learned it from a note written by a now dead secret keeper, so he was a secret keeper as well.

    He’d also made the mistake of mentioning Dobby. Surprisingly, they didn’t think Dobby was weird for wanting to be free, the difference in England and America’s laws Harry supposed, but respected his wherewithal in sticking to it after he found out the disadvantages to being free. No, they took his actions against Harry his second year at Hogwarts, and more importantly, while Harry was still at Privet Dr, personally. Dobby had not only violated one of the cardinal rules about showing himself in front of someone who wasn’t yet old enough to take the reigns of masterhood and wasn’t aware of house elves (a big no no), but also managed to sneak past them and work hostile magic against him. Only the fact that the wards preventing harmful intent didn’t go off had kept them from going after Dobby when they found out. They’d also somewhat grudgingly accepted his actions when he freed Sirius, but not until he’d tested Sirius’s innocence with Veritserum.

    These were rather important details that Harry had not known. When Keeter had been rather stilted in his answers about it, Harry made a mental note to ask Dobby. Because really, a house elf can just go in and free an inmate at Azkaban? Harry really hoped that there was more to it than that. Even if all Dobby did was help Sirius, that was a major thing. And one that could have severe repercussions if any enemies ever found out. As it stood, ignorance of it rested solely on wizards being so arrogant that they dismissed house elves.



    It was about nine thirty in the morning New York time, he’d been there about four hours at that point, when the girls showed up. He went out to meet them waving while Keeter brought some refreshments. Harry assumed he went to wherever they lived and got some, since other than water from the tap, which he’d just finished restoring the enchantments on, there was none here.

    “Hi Harry!” the three girls said, waving as they were getting off their bicycles and parking them under the gazebo. Then they put their book bags on the table there and started to change. His heart had nearly stopped when they started to undress until he noticed they had all worn swimsuits underneath their regular clothes. Although Vanessa had looked a little mischievous and impish while looking at him, and looked like she was going to take of her top.

    “Vanessa!” Joan shouted at her shocked, “What are doing?”

    “What?” she replied with a snicker, “It’s not like we’ve never been naked in front of people before. And he saw us all starkers just yesterday. So it’s not like it’s anything he hasn’t seen before.”

    “We’ve never lain about naked in front of people before Nessa! The only time anyone’s ever seen us without clothes is when they’ve caught us changing. And you know full good and well your Mom would have a cow if anyone ever actually took the time to LOOK. Besides, you two both promised.”

    “Oh relax Jo. A little show doesn’t violate your promise to your Mom, and besides, I don’t want tan lines ruining our shoots.”

    “Vanessa!” Lea shouted at her as a look of pain crossed Joan’s face.

    “Oh God, I’m sorry Jo!” Vanessa said, apology written on her face and body language. “You know I didn’t mean anything by it?” Sounding more like a question than a statement. “And I wasn’t going to do anything but a quick tease. You know I wouldn’t actually strip right?”

    As Vanessa and Joan were talking, Harry looked at Lea, questioningly. “Right before Jo’s parents died, her and her Mom had been talking about boys, and girls I suppose. She made the promise to her Mom that she wouldn’t do anything with anyone until she, and the person she was with, was fifteen. It was about an incident at a sleepover one of our classmates had about a week after her tenth birthday.” Lea babbled, “That sleepover was a mess. Our classmates Mom walked in to check on us at the EXACT worst moment possible. After our parents came to pick us up, we all got ‘The Talk’, or at least one of the talks anyway, my Mom never mentioned spiked drinks and always drinking bottled drinks at parties for another couple of years. And while I’m sure that as she got older, her Mom would have been pushing her to hold off until she was older, it was the last conversation she ever had with her, and Jo has become somewhat fixated on that. ” Lea finished with a shrug, she looked like she could go either way on the waiting bit, but was siding with Joan on general principle. “So no hanky panky from you until then. And God do I need to shut up now.”

    “Not a problem. And it doesn’t really matter.” Harry said, “My school, maintains wards that let the staff know whenever any of the students under fifteen go further then light snogging anyway. Something that’s been used on more than one occasion to discover students who are endangered at home. And just as often, if not more so, for when a young magical tries to use magic to enforce their will on a muggle.”

    “Fifteen? Not eighteen?” Vanessa asked, deciding to ignore the rest of his statement.

    “Fifteen. Not only are wizards considered adults at seventeen as an international standard, but the wards around Hogwarts were set around a thousand years ago. Back then, fifteen was actually well past the time most girls, who survived childhood, would already be pregnant. The founders however had discovered that certain ages had magical significance, and fifteen was felt by them to be the age of adulthood for both boys and girls. That’s also why nobody in the magical world ever starts training their kids to cast spells before their eleventh birthday. It messes with the kids magical development.”

    “Hogwarts? Your school is named after a infection on a pig?”

    “It’s a type of flower.” Harry stated, somewhat exasperatedly. “They’re actually rather lovely. Rather like you three. It’s a magical version of the Tiger Lily, and not related to the Hogwart plant known here in America. Pigs have a weird fixation for them for some reason, and they’re use in medicinal potions as part of an old anti-wart creme, hence their name. But honey made from it’s nectar has a little extra something, and when it’s turned to mead creates a delicious drink, which the name of the nearby village, Hogsmead. I suppose I could ask Neville or Professor Sprout more about it if you’re really interested.” Harry answered with a smile, “And I’d actually wanted to know about Vanessa. Based on what was said yesterday, I kind of figured there was something tragic in Joan’s story.”

    “Um, yeah. That sleepover I mentioned, we found the stash of girly magazines our friends older brother owned. The three of us got into them a little bit more than the rest of the girls. Like I said, worst possible moment. Nothing really serious, but bad for a group of girls ten years old. Her mom was PISSED though. Of the three of us, Vanessa is the most curious about going all the way, but also the most fearful. She want’s to be a woman so bad, but she also doesn’t want to give up her dolls, not that she actually plays with her old dolls now, but you understand what I’m saying right?” Lea continued to babble, Harry was finding out just how useful getting someone to babble was for gathering information.

    Much easier then his normal method of ask Hermione to hit the library while him and Ron broke into other dormitories or tried other ways to listen in on private conversations. Now if only he could stop himself from it as well. “Any way, mostly this comes across as her just being a tease, but most of the boys we deal with at school are jerks who she doesn’t want to think we’re interested, or are to afraid of the jerks to look at us. And the ones at the agency see so many girls in various states of undress that they’re basically immune to it. It’s only the newbies who ever stop and LOOK, but they’re ridiculously easy to spot, and someone, usually one of the parents or an older girl will smack them upside the head and tell them to mind their eyes until they become like everyone else, inured. I mean, it’s not like we’re just standing around in the nude or anything, but there isn’t always enough places to change to separate the boys and girls. And her mom would kill her if she tried anything like that in front of a camera, assuming she was ever brave enough. So she’s latched on to you hard after figuring out she actually has power over you by doing what she enjoys doing anyway.”

    Harry started to sputter an apology, but Lea just waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, it was kind of funny watching you react to them. Makes me glad I was close to a tree.” Harry didn’t know if she realized the tree hadn’t actually covered her, or she was trying to convince herself he hadn’t noticed or not. The hitch in her voice said she was aware, but he wasn’t dumb enough to mention it. “We made a pact after Jo showed us this place, that since all three of us like both boys and girls, we’d stick together and date a single, lucky boy.” She said with a grin at him, “It’s funny looking back now, but we had NO clue what we were talking about, we’ve stuck by it though. When Keeter recognized you, and Jo had her little melt down, Jo and Nessa both decided that you were the one for us.” She said, while looking Harry over. “Any chance you can do half of what Jo said you could?”

    “Depends on what she said. Most of the the magical world of England is convinced that I’m God’s gift to them, and I was the most powerful and wise wizard to ever live before my first day of school. So whenever I don’t live up to their expectations, or conform to their individual ideal, they get upset and start accusing me of being and doing everything from stealing their socks and being an utter moron, despite me having better grades then them, to masterminding the murder of them and their cats and arranging the extinction of their bloodlines. I’m really glad paternity tests are controlled by a group that have all taken unbreakable oaths to be honest about said tests. Otherwise, I’d had suites against me for child support from the first day I reentered the magical world.”

    At that statement, Lea looked at him clearly curious, but Harry just waved it off. Looking over at Joan and Vanessa they saw that the two of them had made up, and were in fact making out. Harry, who had never saw girls snogging with each other was very distracted and lost track of the conversation for a long moment and had to tear his eyes off of them and look at Lea with an effort that she clearly found amusing. She smiled wickedly, grabbed his arm and pulled him over to them. By this point, the two of them had their foreheads touching, and were taking turns extending their lips to kiss each other. Lea tapped Vanessa on the shoulder and when she looked over at, Lea pulled her out of her stance kissed her for a long moment, then asked, “You seemed to forget we aren’t alone. Mind if we join you two?”

    At that, the two of them looked at Harry, and showing all the stereotypical, mercurial behavior of fourteen year old’s the world over, basically had a repeat of the day before when Harry walked in on them. To the outright laughter of Lea. Vanessa grabbed Lea and thrust her in front of herself between her and Harry, ducking down behind her to shield herself from Harry’s view while at the same time trying to peak out over her shoulder, blush going all the way up her forehead. Joan had simply fell down on her rump grabbing her jacket to pull up over her face to cover herself, and like Vanessa was trying to look around it at the same time. Lea pulled Vanessa down to the ground next to Joan and sat between them and started kissing the two of them on the cheeks laughing until they calmed down and started smiling again. Every time Harry thought about doing or saying something, the potion would kick in and keep him silent, clearly meaning to let Lea handle this, so Harry just sat down across from them and enjoyed the show, which seemed to please the girls and amuse Lea. Although he was very glad that he’d learned the space expansion charm the day before, and, as subtly as he could, cast it on his swim trunks to give himself room to ‘grow’ and still keep any embarrassing reactions unnoticed.

    After a while of that, the girls finished changing, and as it stood, Vanessa had worn a some what skimpy, and lose, bikini, and Harry kept getting peeks of what clothes were supposed to cover up that she pretended to be innocent of. Something that earned several reprimands from Joan and laughter from Lea. Evidently those two didn’t believe her innocent face anymore than Mrs Weasley did from Fred and George, although her deep blushes whenever she did it kind of gave her away. Of course, being ‘victim’ to her pranks was much more entertaining than being victim to the twins. It was also clear that Joan found it more entertaining than she pretended as well. And all three of them had laughed when they heard him mumbling “Must hold out to fifteen.” over and over under his breath after they got him to join them working out, the potion making sure he kept his How To book close by.

    All three of them had been grinning when they asked him to rub suntan lotion on them. While Harry had already cast a spell to stop sunburns, who was he to refuse doing such a favor, and it was an act of willpower even more difficult then over coming reality to work magic in order to not let his hands explore. But if Vanessa’s hands had wandered a bit up the inside of his trunks when she returned the favor, he wasn’t going to complain. She didn’t seem to actually KNOW what she was doing, other than just teasing him. Nor did she connect with anything important (and with his space expansion charms she would have had to stick her whole arm in to do so), but more than anything, seemed to be seeing just how far she herself was willing to go. Which really wasn’t anywhere other than teasing, so Harry wasn’t to concerned.

    After talking for a for a couple of hours, mostly about school, while sunbathing, something Harry had never done before (the only time he’d ever been swimming was at the borrow, Percy and the twins taught him how as a thank you for saving Ginny), the four of them headed up into the shade of a gazebo for some lunch, which Keeter also supplied, Harry got the impression that he’d been paying for the girls to eat here occasionally for several years now. Not that the food looked expensive, or even all that filling. Healthy would be the most polite term he could come up with, and didn’t match any of the stereotypes about Americans and food. On the other hand, they were models, so were on a controlled diet. They willingly ate about as little as the Dursleys gave him growing up, even if it was more nutritious.

    There was a definite downside to dating models Harry decided.

    The girls then pulled some notebooks, filled with questions they’d come up with the night before, and books out of their bags and started asking Harry about magic and if anything in the books was close to being accurate. When he looked at the books, he saw that they were from several different games and stories, with a few art books thrown in. Games and books about magic, or at least that had magic in them.

    Most of them where complete nonsense. He had no idea why a wizard would be so limited on the number of spells he could cast, and he’d never even heard of psychic or magic energy, or a magic core. A magic core could be magical strength he supposed, but as far as he knew, magic used the same energy that you used to run or throw things, calories. And that no more than any muggle waving a small stick and concentrating. A pepper up or nutrition potion seemed like a better deal on continuing to cast than any of the examples from the games. Magical strength was a measure of how strong the spells you cast are. And even that is a rather hazy guideline. After all, the skill you cast as spell with, and your intent played a large part in how strongly you cast.

    But even in the books that were utterly idiotic, he still went over the spells looking for ideas. And some of those ideas were interesting. He checked his How To book several times to see if some of those ideas would work. In the game AD&D for instance, one of the books described memorizing spells for the day as precasting a spell from a tome, and letting it hang on your aura until you needed it, and then you finished the casting. Which was why that game limited the number of spells. The girls told him that wasn’t canon, or even close to the standard view, but that wasn’t the point. It was an interesting idea, and Harry wondered if he could emulate it so he’d still have magic if he ever lost his wand. The How To book gave him several hundred pages of theory, so no one had done it before, but since it answered the question, it meant that it was more than likely possible, since when a question was flat out impossible, the book didn’t answer.

    In the games Shadowrun and Heroes Unlimited, Astral travel was a thing, and all three had summoning things from other planes. Asking about both those things also gave lot’s of pages of theory, and summoning actually gave him several spells and rituals, notably, Fiendfyre and the Patronus charm, but also Avis (but not Oppugno which transmutes stuff into birds), and Serpensortia, the four that he already knew and that curiously enough, were immune to Finite Incantatum (actually all summoning was), but there were others as well. Among other things, he could now summon plants, horses, dogs, spiders and cats. The next time someone cast Serpensortia at him he was summoning a lion at them. Or maybe a gryphon! If you knew both spells that are part of a cross-breed, you could use them together to summon one. Strangely, Kage Bunshin no Jutsu and Taju Kage Bunshin no Jutsu were NOT on this list. And yes, he now knew a ritual that would summon a demon, not that he was ever going to use that one. Quite apart from the ‘NOPE’ factor involved, he just didn’t know enough about them to consider it. A view the potion was backing up VERY strongly.

    He’d also asked about spells to grant super powers and was surprised to realize he already knew several, although it was mostly instinctual wandless body enhancements (his seeker reflexes), but there was a list of ways to practice that with intent so you could make it stronger. There was also some actual spells you could cast as well. Kage Bunshin no Jutsu and Taju Kage Bunshin no Jutsu WERE both on this list however. As was several divination and supersensory spells. Including the ones that could see through clothes, which he forgot he now knew. Which also proved one of the limits on his new and improved memory, he remembered the spell perfectly, but unless he thought about doing something, he could forget he knew he could. Although he did decide that his view was pleasant enough to not need to cast them.

    For some strange reason, the potion was telling him to pay particular attention to a single charm that allows someone to gain all the skills and abilities, translated into real world abilities and knowledge, of any character from a book, and possibly from a movie as well, but the spell was written before motion pictures, so he wasn’t sure. There were of course limits, you could never gain the ability to work magic if you didn’t already have it, even indirectly by copying an ability which could copy the ability to use magic, so he couldn’t grant the girls the ability to cast spells.

    Nor could it directly grant magical knowledge to someone who could work magic. And it was limited, at least somewhat to how much you gained. Depending on how good you could cast the spell, and just how powerful you were as a caster, you'd be limited on how much you could gain. So unless you already were a cosmic level caster, you couldn't gain the power of Superman (one of the few comic book characters he knew anything about), but you might be able to get watered down versions.

    The other three main limitations was that it had to copy an actual character who HAD to be fictional, a real person wouldn’t work. This was a more serious limitation for him than he cared to admit. His aunt and uncle had severiourly limited his knowledge of muggle fiction, written and unwritten. And on the magical side, almost all fiction was based on wizards and witches. Or more to the point, how much magic they knew. Knowledge he wouldn't gain with the spell.

    Nor did it allow you to break the laws of physics/magic. At least not on it's own. If he gained all the real world equivalent skills of a inventor from a book, he didn't necessarily gain the ability to make what the character made in the story. It actually needed to be possible to create. So unless science actually allowed a warp drive to be built, Scotty from Star Trek wouldn't give him anything (well, it would, but nothing highlighted in the show). And while Harry could use magic to short step around the problem with tools, it was something that needed to be thought about.

    And it took an immense amount of concentration. You were effectively rendered motionless as you couldn’t drop concentration enough to take a step. Meaning you could only cast it on someone else, and were then helpless. And even if he had a duplicate cast it, that duplicate, and thus the powers and skills gained from it, would be dependent on a completely helpless figure. With those limitations in mind Harry wasn’t sure why he should pay so much attention to this spell, but the potion was adamant about it. Something soon would make it make sense.

    A lot of the artwork was amusing as well. Harry had absolutely lost it after a few pictures of scantily clad beautiful women, the artists clearly having no idea just how conservative in body covering Witch fashion was. Nor did they seem to understand that witches were just like everybody else, and had the full range of appearances, from drop dead gorgeous (Fleur Delacour) to the near hag level of pureblood (inbreed) hideousness (Millicent Bulstrode and Pansey Parkinson (who would actually look cute if she was a cartoon dog girl, but not as a human)). The wise LOOKING old man stereotype was real enough he supposed, but they went the opposite route in the fashion department for the men.

    The actual depictions of spells weren’t terribly off, but there was a lot of them that seemed to show Arithmancy circles in mid air as if they were using the finger writing spell Tom used in the chamber. He actually looked up if that was possible to use like that and it was. If he could get to the point of casting that wandlessly, it was yet another path to effective wandless magic (there was even enough details to make clear it was on occasion done). He’d have to self study Arithmancy, which was to math, what potions was to chemistry (the completely nonsensical, idiot cousin that somehow got things done, where the answer of two plus two depended more on what gender the caster was, and where Jupiter was in the sky, than anything else).

    There was also tons of ideas for magic items. While the game mechanics were just as off as the rest of the magic in the books (animated statues, or golems for instance are actually rather easy to enchant, Hogwarts currently had more of them than students, and they were commonly placed on candy and food), the general gist of how they worked tended to be a little closer to reality. And there were several that the book gave theory for, and several that the book just flat out said how they’re made. The portable hole was just one of the things he wanted that the how to book told him how to do it. It even made a special note of the enchantment to make it into a trap to destroy other expanded spaces, but it wasn’t required and if left off would allow other expanded spaces inside. This was something the girls all found very funny, and Joan was very smug over it, making Harry think she’d tried to convince the other two the correct information.

    By this point he’d long since created several duplicates to go over the books, which caused the girls to look at him very strangely. It wasn’t until one of his duplicates cast Geminio on everything and left with the copies to go remerge with the others at Hogwarts, that the three of them started asking questions about it though. A delay that both surprised and amused him.

    They’d also asked about the How To Book, but it turns out you need to actively use magic to change the question, although Joan could do it, it was exhausting for her and it didn’t always take. Vanessa and Lea were completely unable to do so. They could all use the glasses however.

    After a while, Harry decided to give the girls a tour of the house, which Joan hadn’t been inside since shortly after her parents died, and the other two had never been in. The house-elves had kept them outside since they couldn’t do magical pest control and the weather outside was always warm and pleasant with a light breeze, and the gazebo provided shelter from rain (snow melted and strong winds were reduced). They did express a desire to be able to use the bathroom however. Before this when ever they’d needed to go, since they were all the same gender, they’d just wade out into the water or go behind a tree. Keeter had told them that there was composting charms throughout the area, so nonliving organic matter that wasn’t preserved would break down swiftly. But even among only girls who thought nothing of wearing only their birthday suits around each other, there were some things that needed privacy. And it wasn’t even true. The house elves were just to polite to mention that they were taking care of the mess afterwards Harry knew.

    And according to Lea, most of the houses of this design, which was nearly identical on the outside to the two homes of the girls, date back to the end of the second world war, and were built right in the housing boon for returning war vets. Which didn’t explain how the very magical Potter family of England had acquired the very muggle house in the United States.

    The house itself was on the outside a one and a half story building. All three of them noticed that it seemed in much better shape than it had the day before. Inside however, was greatly expanded. The ground floor had been expanded five times it’s normal dimensions in the length and width, and four times in height, allowing for vaulted ceilings on the ground level and two extra levels each containing eight large bedrooms (Harry really wondered how many kids his parents had expected to have) and four bathrooms, one bathroom between two bedrooms. Each bedroom was actually larger than his dorm and when furnished, would be large enough to hold five beds, plus dressers and desks, with a open area in the middle. Although currently only two of the bedrooms had working lights and none were furnished. The half story had also been expanded into the fourth and fifth levels. The fourth level had four large bedrooms and two bathrooms, and the fifth level had the master bedroom with a walk in closet and bathroom the size of the bedrooms below.

    The ground level had all the things you’d expect in the main level of a house, a entry way, living room, dining room and kitchen, large fireplace, office, library. Little Sileen was still in there putting stored books on shelves, the girls, who’d only ever met the senior house elf before, cooed over her.There was also three half bathrooms (just toilets and sinks), although only one was completely repaired and operational, a separate room for the floo, etc. There was also a wine ‘cellar’ near the kitchen. Since the area was only about ten feet above the ocean high tide, there was no basement or cellar. The wine closet was a ‘small’ temperature controlled glass enclosure. There was also a similar room for potions that also had a, failing, stasis charm on it. Since the charm was failing, the potions had all been vanished and would need to be replaced. But the wine would still be good since the temperature charms on both rooms were directly connected to the temperature charms outside, but Keeter had that room on lock down. While he was sure he COULD order Keeter to give him access, he really wasn’t that interested in getting drunk.

    Under the stairway was a coat closet as well as two separate pet rooms, both expanded to larger proportions. One clearly sized for cats, and the other for dogs. There was also cat paths and walkways underneath the landings and over shelves. It had a large back porch, which the girls had also been kept off of, and a connected green house which Keeter warned him they hadn’t yet got all the plants tamed, so they didn’t go inside.

    Most of the magical appliances were no longer any good and would need to be replaced or re-enchanted, but Keeter had saved the furnishings and decorations (which wouldn’t be considered part of the house) for Joan, since a lot of those would actually now belong to her. The lighting had been partially restored, which consisted of interruptable lumos charms inside what looked like old fashioned light bulbs linked to the old electric light switches. It was actually kind of funny in that so much effort was made into making it look like a muggle home in case muggles dropped by, while seeming to forget about the rather obvious extra space and the palm trees, which didn’t normally grow in New York. Part of that of course was that it had been built as a muggle house, so it had electric outlets, even if it hadn’t been hooked up to a grid in decades, and even with the extra rooms and expanded space, the previous owners had kept the basic decor. So even if the switches weren’t hooked up to anything, they still controlled the lighting in a room.

    The stairway was actually a magical trap. It was subtly expanded to five times it’s length with an illusion over it making it seem like it was normal. Thus each floor you tried to go up, you’d actually have to go up five. To get from the ground floor to the master bedroom on the stairs, you’d need to go up twenty five floors. It actually reminded Harry of getting around Hogwarts. To get from floor to floor, there was a hidden door in the side hall just past the entryway. Past it was another hallway that ran the entire height of the house, but used very subtle space expansion and reduction charms to seem like it was a normal hallway with five doors. As you approached the next door in line, the space changing charms were lined up to connect to the next level up or down, so you never needed to climb the stairs at all.

    The separated garage had actually been part of Keeter’s duties, so had been very well maintained. While a simple one car garage on the outside, inside could hold at least ten cars, plus a work area. Also in the back was what looked like an elaborate children's play house which was were it turned out the house elves lived. The insides had been, according to Keeter, expanded as well, but the four of them didn’t look in. It also had a large, mostly empty second level that was being used to store all the old furnishings and decorations as well as everything that belonged to Joan that she didn’t bring with her to her new home.

    There was an owlery behind the garage against it’s back, the Apparation point off to the side of the yard, closer to the water and enclosed by trees that would move to block access to all but Harry. The yard was expanded to about ten acres give or take. An outrageous amount when you considered land value in the area, and included part of the beach out to a little over twenty feet into the water. They’d actually watched several couples taking a stroll along the beach in the chilly autumn weather who hit the edge of the property and vanished only to appear on the other side mid step, unaware of the distance they just crossed.

    It was around four o’clock when the girls said they needed to head home since it would be getting dark soon and they had a couple of miles to get home. They’d actually been told to be home by four, so they where already running late. It was surprisingly Lea who was the first to kiss him, on the cheek, but still. Of course Vanessa had to do it as well at this point, with a tight, cleavage pressing hug which embarrassed both of them. A very timid Joan asked him if it was ok first, so he’d then done something he’d never considered before, and leaned over and initiated a kiss with a girl. A full on the lips kiss that left both of them breathless for a moment of suspended time.

    It was when the girls where changing back into their fall clothes that he decided to help them get home. He pulled out his firebolt, engorged it a little so it sort of fit four (he’d just found out he enjoyed girls pressing into him) and reduced their bikes. After he explained to them what he was doing, he showed them how to get on and then flew them home. It was dusk, so a simple Disillusionment was all he needed to remain unseen, but he’d need to stay low and follow the streets since the girls didn’t know how to find their homes from the air.

    After a fun ride with three girls not quite screaming in delight (he had to add a Muffliato since the shouting was getting noticed), he dropped Lea of first, which was their habit so she wouldn’t be riding from their house alone. A quick removal of the Disillusionment charm and engorging her bike back, and then a Orchideous to produce a single red and gold Hogwarts flower, which looked almost identical to a Tiger Lily, got him another embarrassed peck from her. Reducing the size of the broom right before Vanessa and Joan remounted got a smirk from them both. Playing out the same scene out at Joan and Vanessa’s home got him two more kisses and a promise to leave notes with Keeter. Sighing with contentment, he apparated back to Hogwarts. He had some tension he needed to relieve.



    See you next chapter!
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  5. Mastersgt

    Mastersgt Versed in the lewd.

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    MC needs to do something about their ability to share secrets. I mean, that is just a HUGE vulnerability. Aside from that, Hope he is intelligent in his choice of character. This is basically an OP button. Could choose Elminster, or A Sorcerer Supreme, like Stephen Strange, even Agamoto.
    He could choose a GOD, or an OP character like The Gamer. Then there is the abilities, on top of the skills and knowledge. Dude could easily become biologically immortal or gain some amazing abilities.
    Could gain Eidetic Memory, Photographic Memory, Perfect Recall, Photographic Reflexes, or what have you. Maybe even Become a Planeswalker, or a Master Builder.
     
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    Oh, he's going the OP route, don't doubt that. :D

    But he can't learn magic from it, nor gain magic powers, so no gods, and fantasy wizards would mostly be pointless since they wouldn't actually grant him anything. Also remember, he's limited by his own knowledge of such things. The Dursley's didn't exactly encourage reading fantasy, and I doubt to many copies of muggle fantasy grace Hogwart's halls. So for now at least, he's limited to books he read at early school (what do the call grade school in England?) and possibly movie characters he's seen on previews or TV shows (Scotty and Spock from Star Trek spring to mind).

    But once someone tells him of such things, he's golden. Although he'll be somewhat more cautious than what you describe, he's already figured out demons are real, so trips through the planes are on hold. Even if he does choose someone who grants him knowledge of other worldly creatures, he isn't just going to assume it's accurate and complete. He's FAR more aware of his mortality compared to most kids his age to take stupid risks and push things.He's had to many near death experiances to suffer from believing he has the Three I's (Immortal, Impervious, Infertile).

    But there's other ways to use it to gain OP status.
     
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    Old Ye Threadmark, I search for Thee~

    Great Chapter, and so quickly after I finished the last!
     
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    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    Mastersgt Versed in the lewd.

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    I figured with the magic, but I was choosing fantasy wizards mostly for their knowledge and experience. I mean, Stephen Strange is Sorcerer Supreme. Even if he does not give MC the ability to wield Dimensional Magics, he has all that practical knowledge of them. Same with Elminster.
    Aside from that, God-wise. Not sure if divinity would qualify as magic. Or Divine Abilities. Like, take 6 billion Demons for example. It's not magic, but knowledge of the self, training, and discipline.
     
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    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    That's not just spells, that's knowledge as well.

    As for the gods thing, this will happen off post, But Harry will test this aspect.
    Of course most of the divine beings he's aware of are real beings though. Even completely off base Marvel Thor isn't possible do to being based of a story that was based off of an Asgard named Thor.
    Alas, no, the bit about non spell casters not gaining spell casting applies to other magic powers as well. In other words, if the ability comes from magic or mystic forces, this spell can not duplicate it unless the recipient already has the ability. D&D 3rd ed terminology, if it's a supernatural or spell-like ability, it won't work.

    He'll quickly figure out that it's somewhat useless for directly learning magic or magic powers, but other things work perfectly well. James Bond, Spock, Conan, these are just a few of the potential choices he can think of, and he doesn't have a very good idea of pop culture. He does however have several girlfriends to discuss this with, and they ARE familiar with not only pop culture, but fantasy and scifi characters as well. And while most of the game stuff belongs to older brothers, they're also familiar with games as well, and do play.

    Still, your engaging me in conversation over this, which is helping me write part 3. And pointing out some things I might not have thought about is helpful as well.
     
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    Useful notes.
    Short version, it's Primary School from 5 to 11, Secondary School from 12 to 16, College from 17 to 18.
     
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    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    Mastersgt Versed in the lewd.

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    maybe even use genius's specifically. Like Washu from Tenchi Muyo with her knowledge of SCIENCE! Like making someone biologically immortal, or SUPER everything.
    Are Mutant (X-Gene) abilities going to be counted as mystical in nature? I ask since Apocalypse has that Celestial Tech & knowledge. There's Rogues ability to copy (permanently, with training) powers, Wolverine, with his immortality and healing factor... Xaviers Telepathy. The Doctor(Dr.Who), with his infinite regenerations and Time-lord knowledge... (It was hinted at and later revealed that The Doctor was not a Gallifreyan, or that he was not always, and that their ability to regenerate is someone they created after studying him)
    Dr. Manhatten (pretty sure The Watchmen is already a completed comic by this point).

    (trying to think specifically of shows/books that fit the time frame/period)
     
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    221 words, none of it apparently part of a chapter, yet threadmarked as chapter part 2... is this an ‘oops?’
     
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    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    Yes, yes it was.:(
    Threadmarked the wrong post.:oops:
     
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    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    This is actually what I had planned
    Depends on the individual ability. Some of them are going to be flat out magical, others not so much. The biggest monkey wench here is that Harry really doesn't know anything about it. Even if his relatives hadn't been actively trying to suppress him and his imagination, they wouldn't have gone for any of that trash from the jumped up colonies in their house.


    Based on my conversation with Mastersgt, I edited part 2 as follows.
    Nor could it directly grant magical knowledge to someone who could work magic. The other three main limitations was that it had to copy an actual character who HAD to be fictional, a real person wouldn’t work.
    Nor did it allow you to break the laws of physics/magic. At least not on it's own. If he gained all the real world equivalent skills of a inventor from a book, he didn't necessarily gain the ability to make what the character made in the story. It actually needed to be possible to create. And while Harry could use magic to short step around the problem with tools, it was something that needed to be thought about.
    And it took an immense amount of concentration. You were effectively rendered motionless as you couldn’t drop concentration enough to take a step. Meaning you could only cast it on someone else, and were then helpless. And even if he had a duplicate cast it, that duplicate, and thus the powers and skills gained from it, would be dependent on a completely helpless figure. With those limitations in mind Harry wasn’t sure why he should pay so much attention to this spell, but the potion was adamant about it. Something soon would make it make sense.
    ...There were of course limits, you could never gain the ability to work magic if you didn’t already have it, even indirectly by copying an ability which could copy the ability to use magic, so he couldn’t grant the girls the ability to cast spells.

    Nor could it directly grant magical knowledge to someone who could work magic. And it was limited, at least somewhat to how much you gained. Depending on how good you could cast the spell, and just how powerful you were as a caster, you'd be limited on how much you could gain. So unless you already were a cosmic level caster, you couldn't gain the power of Superman (one of the few comic book characters he knew anything about), but you might be able to get watered down versions.

    The other three main limitations was that it had to copy an actual character who HAD to be fictional, a real person wouldn’t work. This was a more serious limitation for him than he cared to admit. His aunt and uncle had severiourly limited his knowledge of muggle fiction, written and unwritten. And on the magical side, almost all fiction was based on wizards and witches. Or more to the point, how much magic they knew. Knowledge he wouldn't gain with the spell.

    Nor did it allow you to break the laws of physics/magic. At least not on it's own. If he gained all the real world equivalent skills of a inventor from a book, he didn't necessarily gain the ability to make what the character made in the story. It actually needed to be possible to create. So unless science actually allowed a warp drive to be built, Scotty from Star Trek wouldn't give him anything (well, it would, but nothing highlighted in the show). And while Harry could use magic to short step around the problem with tools, it was something that needed to be thought about.

    And it took an immense amount of concentration. You were effectively rendered motionless as you couldn’t drop concentration enough to take a step. Meaning you could only cast it on someone else, and were then helpless. And even if he had a duplicate cast it, that duplicate, and thus the powers and skills gained from it, would be dependent on a completely helpless figure. With those limitations in mind Harry wasn’t sure why he should pay so much attention to this spell, but the potion was adamant about it. Something soon would make it make sense.
     
  17. Index: Chapter 6 (part 3): Be careful what you wish for.
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    I had HUGE issues with the second part of this post, the fight scene. It alone delayed the release of this chapter on FFN by three months. I know I got it very wrong, and it is at best, a outline, but I'm drawing a blank on how to make it better.​

    A New Tournament
    Chapter 6 (part 3): Be careful what you wish for.
    Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. All rights reserved to the respective owners of Harry Potter and Stargate: SG1. If I did own any of it, it would have gone very differently.
    And probably been not as good.
    Summary: A gift from the future provides a little bit of hope in a time of need. OP Harry, Ron and Hermione, but with a plausible background to support it. No bashing, even of disliked characters.


    "Memento mori" 'Remember that you have to die'


    In Memoria: T. Garcia, 1987 - 2020
    Someone who was as wise in real life, as the cleric she played, and a true friend. You will be missed



    As a side note and minor spoiler for this chapter, since I know I’ll get complaints in my reviews if I don’t mention this (doubly so on FFN), but Draco IS in fact being framed. Someone is using the Slytherins, and Draco’s in particular, penchant for cheating and generally selfish and crappy behavior against him. And it’s not who you’ll probably guess, though I do admit I’m curious if anyone will.

    Also, the rapid increase in tension/violence among the students is being ‘encouraged’ by ‘outside’ forces.




    A note on the Ennervate/Rennervate spell: While I like to keep to the books for canon and ignore the movies whenever possible, on this I’ll give credit to them. Ennervate means weaken, there is even a spell in AD&D/D&D with this name and effect. As such, examples of Ennervate in the books should be changed to Rennervate to wake people who’ve been stunned. Ennervate as a spell, has the same effect it does in D&D. Bad idea to get them confused.

    Likewise, Flipendo is the spell in the book that does what Expelliriumis is shown doing in the movies (tossing people all about). Granted, I’ve never seen all the movies, but of the first two movies (the only ones I’ve watched in their entirety) and the short clips I’ve seen on the web, the only time Expelliriumis is used like in the books is when Draco disarms Dumbledore. Remember this for this story.



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    The safe return of his duplicates from Ice Tower as he was calling the place with several dozen books and other materials decided Harry. He’d had several duplicates the day before practicing spells, plus all the new spells he’d learned, it was time to return to Potter Manor. After about two hours of working with the new spells and duelling practice against himself, Harry prepped himself for battle.

    Not that he had access to a lot of material to prep with, but he had spells, the ‘How To Book’, and enough duplicates to make the process relatively fast. A few quick ‘Ex Nihilo’ spells to conjure some temporary dueling robes. He used the new spells he just learned at Ice Tower on an old pair of dragon hide gloves to liquefy them and refill the containers until he had enough to form a simple suit of leather robe armor, like a heavy duty trench coat with padding underneath, before solidifying it.

    A couple of armor plates made from the new metals to add to the hide armor and a helmet. With softening charms on the inside to reduce the force of blows, hardening and strengthening charms, plus sticking charms cast on the material all to hold it together and prevent penetration. As well as cooling charms inside, this thing was stifling Harry realized. Over that his new dueling robes and added still more charms. Protego as well as animal and pest repelling charms, impervious charms to repel moisture if needed.

    Just in case something got around his repelling charms he added tooth and claw shattering hexes to the outside of the cloth (he’d have to remember not to wipe his mouth with his sleeve) and an intent based ward linked to the new spell to liquefy metal (such as in bullets and swords) if there is an intent to harm from whomever wielded, or fired, daid metal object. And since it would liquefy, the impervious charm would work against it.

    All in all he put about two dozen counter curses and wards on his robes and armor.

    While he was doing all of this, he had other duplicates working on weapons. One duplicate made a simple flanged mace, and another pair made short cudgels out of silver and gold, all held together by a Duros charm and permanent sticking charm. He added various other charms, like Impedimenta, Confundo, Ennervate and Relashio to impede and impair anyone he was fighting. He also added Expulso, Reducto, and Flipendo style effects that would have to be willed into effect, and not a constant (he might not want to blow his target up, but he also might want to) to increase the impact of the weapon as well.

    Another duplicate took one of the unfinished, Alterian covered blades ( made out of an alloy of Trinium and Naquadah (not Potentium), and started working on it. Relying heavily on the How-To-Book, he took the rainbow colored blade and added a cross-guard and basket, hand-grip, pommel, and he even remembered to add a rain-guard to prevent moisture from slipping in past the cross-guard down the tang (enhanced with the impervious charm of course). Like the maces, it was held together with a Duros charm, and permanent sticking charms. He added all the same effects as the maces as well, but also added an effect like the Sectum hex to make it vorpal and super sharp. As well as spells to turn pain into pleasure. All told, thanks to magic, it only took about two hours to finish.

    He then named the sword Kindness.

    With this, he armed and armored himself.

    And then he created a duplicate to go free his ancestral home. He wasn’t an idiot. He was going to make sure his death wouldn’t actually kill him if at all possible.



    He once again appeared just down the path from the front gates to the manor. Much more alert for danger this time around, he cast Taju Kage Bunshin no Jutsu for the first time, at a fairly low level of power to (only) create twenty-five duplicates once he was past the gate. The twenty-six of them went up the drive, making sure to keep a moderate amount of distance between them, and carrying different weapons, although all of them had his wand in their right hand. The primary duplicate making sure he, and one of his own duplicates stayed outside.

    As before, it wasn’t until a good chunk of them was past the center of the main hall before the inferi attacked. It was quickly clear just how much damage he’d done last time, as there was less than half the number as before. He was also much better prepared for them.

    Or so he thought!

    As he started to lay waste to them, they heard a slightly sibilant voice start to order the inferi around, and how best to attack them. It was also about then that several of his duplicates fell over dead. Instant death combined with sibilant voice:

    Basilisk!

    Or more to the point, Basilisks! Plural! Fortunately, they were normal Basilisks, only the size of King Cobras.

    Over a dozen started to slither out of holes in the wall. Several Harry’s quickly cast Caligo, and a thick fog shot out of their wands, obscuring sight and blocking the death gaze of the snakes. He knew that neither Avis or Oppugno created roosters would kill a basilisk (unless it had been created with a Serpensortia spell as well), but it would confuse and scare a basilisk, so quickly set about transfiguring debris into the birds and creating them whole cloth from his wand.

    Unfortunately, this didn’t have near the effect it should have had. It was very apparent that they had been enhanced somehow. The Felix Felicis was having only a partial affect on the battle. While the snakes keep striking out of the shadows, managing to kill several more duplicates with poison from bites to the neck or ankles and feet, they more often hurt themselves when they tried to bite through his robes, and had their teeth shattered. Being a highly magical creature, they more often than not, were unaffected by the hex’s, but didn’t seem completely immune. On the other hand, they were having as much trouble hitting him in an area that they could affect has he was having hitting them. Since he couldn’t see them, and they were much better at navigating with vibration and scent/smell than he was with super sensory spells, it was a tough go. Made worse by the remaining inferi.

    Luckily enough, his new melee weapons had no problem killing them in a suitably messy manner when they actually hit, and all four of them had at least one version of it covered in basilisk blood (and inferi visceral) when one of the monsters called for a retreat to the birthing chamber, the potion having made it clear they shouldn’t reveal that they were parsalmouths.

    Each of the seven surviving duplicates cast Kage Bunshin no Jutsu on themselves several times to create four or five duplicates each. All thirty eight duplicates then chased the basilisks down as best they could. Often having to blast debris out of the way, and sometimes having to shore up sections of the walls and ceiling, several of them dying in the chase.

    Even has the monsters called for assistance from others. Assistance that seemed reluctant to actually assist. These new Basilisks were actually smaller than normal, leading Harry to think that they were newer/younger. An theory that also took the birthing room comment into account.

    When he finally blew open the blockage in the doorway to the birthing room (the old family vault in the basement), Harry was still unprepared for what was beyond. Since he couldn’t actually see what was in the room, using echolocation at this point, he could only guess at the number of Basilisks, but put it at over forty, maybe even fifty, though there was many more behind themselves that they could hear. They four largest, the survivors of the battle upstairs, were coiled around a birdbath in the middle of the room, drinking from it.

    Unlike upstairs, and the chase to here, this was an open, and very sturdy room, the Harry’s were more willing to cut loose with the area effect spells. Frost and flame were used in equal measure, even if the frost seemed to be slightly more effective against the cold blooded creatures, flame produced results that was more readily apparent that the basilisks affected were actually dead.

    But even here, the basilisks seemed to be more affective then they should be, killing over twenty of the duplicates. Finally, it was over though. Not one Basilisk in the room left alive, one of the Harry’s cast a light spell to see what was going on. Inside the birdbath was a small pile of eggs, presumably snake eggs, underneath a toad. All of which was sitting in a liquid the colour of molten gold, large drops leaping like goldfish from its surface, never seeming to spill out over the edge.

    Felix Felicis.

    Voldemort had set up a Basilisk breeding pit in his ancestral home inside a container of Felix Felicis.

    With several of the duplicates keeping watch outside in the hall, Harry examined the birdbath as deeply as he dared. Sitting under the surface of the potion was several slabs of rock, covered in Alterian, Nox and two other languages; Asgardian and Furling. The individual word use was mixed up however, it was like whoever wrote them out had no idea that they were separate languages. Working out the individual meanings wasn’t easy, but Time control, renewal, replacement, and compatibility seemed to be the gist of it. Based on the observable affects of the magic on the bath, Harry guessed it was the anchor to some sort of refilling affect, since it had a rather obvious preservation charm on it, and those two charms were mutually exclusive.

    Harry removed and destroyed the toad and the eggs, although he kept the egg remains in a conjured baggy. He then emptied the potion into a conjured ceramic jug, he conjured a bigger bag with a undetectable expansion charm and impervious charms on it, putting the birdbath inside and started spelling Basilisk corpses into it, having to strengthen the charms several times as the poison and blood kept eating through it.

    As he left the manor house, he noticed that there was now over two dozen duplicates outside. Some of the Basilisks had tried to escape. Luckily they’d been contained (Harry hoped). A couple of the duplicates retrieved the chandelier that had so aided his first fight here on their way out.

    Surrounding the manor, the duplicates that had remained outside having prearranged this, turned on the house and three of them cast Fiendfire to destroy the building with the remaining Basilisks and whatever other death traps remained inside.

    He’d rebuild he swore to himself.



    Minerva McGonagall sat underneath a lounge chair in her cat form inside the Gryffindor common room watching her charges. The disappearance of three of her charges on Friday night, and the final words of Ms.Granger, had upset her mightily. It was clear from Hermione’s words that she had been somehow failing to protect her kits…

    …Students! Protect her STUDENTS! Her cat form was starting to get to her. Normally it wasn’t this much of a problem, but when an animorphamagus was under great emotional or mental instability, the animal form would start to have a more pronounced affect on their thought process. And she was definitely under those.

    Hermione’s words had cut into her belief that she was doing a good job as truly and as catastrophically, as if she had used a claymore. Minerva had always known Severus could be prickly and sometimes down right unpleasant, but her words made it seem like he was a THREAT to her students. Was it just Hermione’s imagination? Was it real? How wide spread if so? Questions without answers swirled around her head. The other students where less than helpful. The Weasley twins had been on the verge of being arrested for assaulting Malfoy after the little brat made a comment in poor taste about Ron and Harry. If it wasn’t for Alastor, Luscious would have had them gone already. But considering some of the stolen items, and other items, found in his trunk in his dorm, Draco himself was potentially facing much more severe charges, and his father was now in a fight to keep him from being expelled and his wand broken. Draco of course denied all of it but no one, not even Severus believed him. With a mental snort she thought to herself that not even his parents believed him.

    Of course it wasn’t just the twins who had had assaulted Slytherins. So far there was sixteen other Gryffindors, eight Hufflepuffs, including Diggory, and three Ravenclaw’s who had gotten in trouble for picking fights or duelling with Slytherins. Not that any of the Slytherins were innocent in those incidents, nor were all of the Ravenclaw’s siding with Gryffindor either, though thanks to Cedric, almost all of the Hufflepuffs where. The Slytherins were experts at insinuation, and could generally cause the other person to get violent first so they could claim to be the victim. Now they were faced with a faculty and group of Aurors who quite frankly didn’t care one wit for what they claimed, and the students of the other houses had noticed and were going for payback over old insults as much as over the missing trio. If they don’t show up for class on Monday, the school will fall to chaos.

    The school already was falling into chaos she thought with a snort, and classes started in less than nine hours. Albus had already confided that he was considering canceling classes for the day and confining the students to the dorms if the trio hadn’t shown up by breakfast. Oh how she wished they’d just show up. Hail and hearty were less important right now than being here, the rest she could deal with.

    Just where where the troublesome trio. She knew her students called them the golden trio, though the three of them seemed oblivious to it, which was odd since the three of them had a knack for learning things they shouldn’t possibly be able to figure out. Maybe that was the key to keeping them from finding stuff out; tell all the other students. The only things they never seemed to learn were things that were common knowledge to everyone else. It’s not like any of the other students ever DID anything with what they knew. That seemed to be confined to those three. Although how they learned things when they never seemed to talk to anyone else was beyond her.

    It was after midnight but almost all of her charges were still down in the common room, pretending to be doing things other than waiting to see if the trio would show up. Although several of the younger students had fallen asleep on couches, a couple of her prefects having draped them in blankets. She was about to change form and tell everyone to get up to bed when her ears picked up on the alarm ward going off, along with about half of her students.

    She quickly changed form and was about to take control of her students before panic set in when the voice of the Headmaster cut through the din, seemingly calm, though anyone who knew him could detect the stress he was under, as well as the slight pauses from silent casting.

    “All Hogwarts students, please return to your dorms. All of our guest students, please return to your respective lodging. All teachers please go to to the nearest student dorm or lodging to aid in it’s defence should that prove needed. If your way is barred due to spell fire, please retreat to the Hospital wing. Filius an… Sectu…” The voice cut off in the middle of what was obviously a verbal spell-casting, and considering the spell in question, combat. “Filius and Severus, would you mind joining the Aurors and me near the DADA classroom? Rp…” Once again the voice cut out in the middle of a spell, though this one she didn’t know.The voice never came back.

    Minerva looked around at her students, though they were no longer on the verge of panic, they were also clearly scared. Albus Dumbledore had just called for help in a duel from two of the best duelists in the country. One could also just barely make out the sound of a magic duel being fought many floors below. She noticed several students placing their hands on the floor or walls, feeling the vibrations of war travel through the stonework and the wards.

    It was at this moment that the portrait opened with a loud bang, and over a third of her students drew wands at the figure in the doorway, another third dived for cover, and the rest stood there dumbfounded with surprise, thankfully mostly only the younger students. Gryffindors she supposed, were always ready for a fight, aided no doubt, by the teachings of a paranoid lunatic named Moody.
    Thankfully neither the students in the room nor the figure cast a spell, since it rapidly became clear it was one of her missing charges. Ms Granger to be precise. Running up to her while shouting probably wasn’t the best decision she ever made though she really couldn’t control herself at this point.


    “Young lady where have you bee…” The words cut off when she got a good look at the state of her student. In her left hand was a sword with a basket hilt which she didn’t seem to know how to use, rune covered blade reflecting light in a rainbow pattern that she was unable to tell if it came from the sword, or was a spell affect. Her wand held in a death grip in her trembling right hand. Both wrists and her ankles over bared feet covered in severe rope burns. A bloody black eye over the right side of her face that completely covered her eye. A cut that ran from just above her left eyebrow, running down her cheek, missing the eye itself, as if a sword strike had hit her in the face, blade running deep enough to slice open her eyebrow and nicking the eyelid, but not quite deep enough to open the lid up or reach the eye itself, and down her cheek to just above her lips, blood poring from the wound. That plus her scorched hair and torn, blood soaked robes, robes she obviously had to tie back closed, and the wild, shocked look in her face and body language painted a rather grim portrait of her weekend. “Hermione?”

    With a startled jump at the sound of the portrait closing behind her, she turned in asked; “Where are they? I was told they’d be right behind me, did they somehow get here first?”

    “Your the first person to come in since curfew at seven o’clock Ms Granger.”

    “Seven? Curfew?” With a shake of her head, seeming to decide she had more important things to ask than about than the changes made in the wake of her absence. “Are you sure they’re not here, they were supposed to be right behi…” Her words cut off as a massive explosion was heard, and felt from below, causing cries of alarm from several students. “No! No!, No! What did those idiots do now?!?! They were supposed to be right behind me.”

    “Ms Granger, why don’t you come in and sit down? I’m not Madam Pomfrey, but I know some medical charms until we can get you treated.” She said as she tried to take her student by the shoulder and guide her into the common room, but a hiss of either pain or panic, she wasn’t sure which, issued from her, and she backed up away from her.

    It was around this point that one of the older students, standing by a window, let out a curse; “Fuck me! Out on the grounds!”

    At this Hermione jumped and ran to the window, causing several other students who’d been doing the same thing to instead jump out of her way as she wasn’t paying any attention to the sword she was wielding.

    When Minerva made it to the window, her mouth fell open in horror, though it was someone else who gave voice to what they were seeing. “Fiend fire!” One of the twins said in awe while the other one, with the same awe; “Is that Professor Flitwick?” And indeed it was Filius out on the grounds, along with a couple of Aurors, trying to control the fiery figures of destruction.

    “DAMN IT RON, HARRY!!! WHAT HAVE YOU TWO IDIOTS DONE?!?!?!” Hermione suddenly screamed, “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE RIGHT BEHIND ME!!!



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  19. Index: Chapter 7 (part 1) You just might get it
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    A New Tournament
    Chapter 7: You Just Might Get It! (part 1)
    Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. All rights reserved to the respective owners of Harry Potter and Stargate: SG1. If I did own any of it, it would have gone very differently.
    And probably been not as good.
    Summary: A gift from the future provides a little bit of hope in a time of need. OP Harry, Ron and Hermione, but with a plausible background to support it. No bashing, even of disliked characters

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    Barty Crouch jr hurried through the halls of Hogwarts. His meeting with his Master had ran longer than he had anticipated, and for whatever reason, his polyjuice potion wasn’t working right (he suspected house elves where sabotaging it). A surprising level of uncertainty had entered into the duration of his potions, and he knew, just KNEW it was because of that ridiculous clothed elf. The Foeglass he’d taken from his uncle, Alastor Moody, had, as of Saturday morning, shown a large group of house elves, all of whom eyes were visible, along with two specific elves wearing clothes who were even more recognizable.

    One of them he could swear was Winky, and Dumbledore had confirmed she was in fact working at Hogwarts. He’d tried calling her several times, but she wasn’t responding, something she should be doing for a Professor even if her ties to the family have been broken. But then again, she was showing up in his foeglass, so she’s probably figured out he isn’t actually Alastor Moody and therefor not actually a professor.

    The other elf wasn’t known to him, though he was clearly visible, and fully colored in, like he was standing in front of a normal mirror. What that actually meant, he wasn’t certain, but he was working under the assumption that the elf was actively working against him in a directly hostile manner, although why he hadn’t simply informed the Headmaster Barty couldn’t figure out, he’d clearly allied himself with the other elves. And the other elves were not responding to him either, although they didn’t seem to be as actively hostile as Winky and the other elf.

    Barty couldn’t tell if the elf had informed Potter or not. Potter and his two friends were becoming much more visible in the foeglass than even Dumbledore or Snape, but not completely. He couldn’t figure out if that meant they were told, and didn’t believe, or if they were actively working against whomever put Potters name in the Goblet without knowing who it was.

    So he’d made arrangements to meet with his Master. Who had not been pleased. Gone was the idea of building things up till the end of the year. He needed to grab Potter now and put him somewhere he could be contained until the potion Wormtail was brewing could be completed. Fortunately, the news that Potter had been sighted visiting Nurmengard of all places, had made his Master cognizant of the fact that there was a large group of people who he had no control over, some of which he wasn’t in a position to even guess what they’d do, much less accurately predict (seriously, what the hell was Potter doing visiting with Gellert Grindelwald of all people).

    That and the disappearance of Potter’s two friends had thrown things off track by a wide margin. For the first week after his name came out, everything had been going right. He’d managed to get Weasley away from his friends a couple of times and sow a little bit of resentment in him before hand (no charms though, nothing that could be so easily detected), with rather predictable results. Weasley had more than a little issue with jealousy. Granger was a little more difficult, but her crush on the Weasley boy was causing problems for her and Potters friendship.

    But then Weasley disappeared out of the dorm, and Granger walked right into a, until now, unknown secret door. A door no one has been able to open, or even find, since, and he’d been watching her though his magic eye when she went in, so he knew exactly were that door SHOULD be. And hadn’t that been a screwed up deal. In retrospect, he probably should have remained silent and dealt with it quietly, but he’d been playing the part of ‘Mad Eye’ Moody, and in his surprise at her going through that door, had spoken out.

    Not that it was all bad though. Molly Weasleys reaction to the bints disappearance had been priceless, he’d actually thought for a second she’d attack Dumbledore. He’d also managed to cause more than a little chaos throughout the school, and had even caused a couple of international incidents when he searched the Carriage and Boat of the other two schools. A few words here, a comment there, and the students are ready to kill each other. Although he can’t take all the credit there, someone else is stirring that pot as well, but he was having a hard time figuring out who.

    Surely it wasn’t the ELF!

    Someone else was also carrying out a grudge against other students as well. Ironically, he was probably the only person in the school who actually believed the Malfoy brat that he was being framed, and he’d taken more than a little pleasure in twisting that particular knife. He even thought he had an idea of WHO it was that framed him, his suspect had been a little too shocked about such a upstanding person as Draco Malfoy having such items,but the only motivation he could think of was over Quidditch, and he didn’t think that a student, even a Slytherin, would be that ambitious as to send a fourteen year old to Azkaban over a game.

    But he’d been wrong about such things before.

    Has a result of everything though, his Master had Wormtail make contact with several higher ranked Deatheaters, as well as a couple of dozen low ranked and newbies too young to have joined before that fateful Halloween (it always amazed Barty how his Master seemed to actually care so much about the education of his recruits and how they had to be at least sixth years before he’d allow them to join) , brought into the fold by their parents or older kin, and now facing their actual Master.

    A Master who had given them a specific task, help Barty Crouch jr secure Harry Potter and cause as much chaos in Hogwarts as possible. The plan was simply, and if it worked, would indeed create a lot of chaos. His Master had given him a couple of jars with space expansion and weight reduction charms on them, and the newbies had climbed inside. Barty would then go around Hogwarts placing the individual jars at locations they wouldn’t be found by the professors or Aurors. Since his uncle was so trusted by the Aurors, and he belonged here, it was unlikely he’d be questioned.
    Which was why he was hurrying so much now. He was potion master enough to have gained an intuitive grasp of when a potions duration would expire, and he was running out of time now, he’d already gone through the last of the potion in his flask, each dose barely lasting ten minutes. He was hoping the potion he had brewing in his chambers would still be good, but couldn’t shake the feeling that that damn elf was going to do something to it, assuming he hadn’t already. If that was the case, he’d already gotten permission to alter the plan from his master.


    He was definitely going to make that bloody elf suffer though.
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    While his duplicates were busy preparing to retake his ancestral home, Harry had another duplicate investigating some of his other properties. One duplicate was investigating the house in the muggle neighborhood. When he arrived, wearing muggle clothes he’d transfigured beforehand, and wearing his cloak, he noticed that there was a party of some sort being set up in the yard.
    It didn’t take much to realize that one of the children was about to have their eleventh birthday. The large eleven written on what looked to be old sheet was a large clue. Thinking back fondly to his own, rather eventful eleventh birthday put Harry in a good mood, and he started to sneak in to investigate.

    His good mood quickly vanished when he crossed what seemed to be a ward line. It was a weak, old and worn down ward line, but one just the same. It also seemed to have a secondary affect that would actually effect the residents. Something not normally seen in wards.

    As he started to try and unravel the mystery of the wards, he heard a crash and a cry of fear from the house. He could hear a young boy trying to explain that he hadn’t meant to do ‘It’ and who Harry bet was his mother trying to calm him down, followed immediately by a fluffy cat racing out the cat flap.

    A cat with glowing neon green fur.

    Harry pocketed his cloak and cast a quick Accio on the cat, catching it just as a man came rushing out to grab it before any neighbors saw. On seeing Harry holding the cat, he came to an abrupt stop, seeming unsure what to do at that point.

    “Hello.” Harry said holding up the struggling feline, “Like that cat. Any idea were I can get one in this color?”

    “Um… …not sure what you’re talking about young man, but if I could have Gooey back, I’d be rather grate…” He broke off seeing Harry failing to stifle a laugh.

    “Sorry” Harry said, “I once turned a teachers wig blue in class, so you can skip trying to make an excuse or explain it away. I KNOW what’s going on. May I come in?”

    “Uh, sure”, the man said holding the door open for him, “So you actually know what’s happening to my son? You’re not about to take him away to some mutant school to try and fight crime wearing tights are you?”

    It actually took Harry a couple of seconds to grasp what the man was really asking, and that he wasn’t entirely serious (but he was partially serious). “No, but I’m sure if your son is the one having his birthday today, he’ll be getting an invitation to a very special school. But don’t worry. If he’s ever in tights, it’s because he was the victim of a prank. Names Harry by the way.” Harry said sticking out his hand.

    “Issac Markum,” The man replied, taking Harry’s hand just as a women and several kids stepped around the corner. “This is my wife, Tracy. The little sprogs here are my twins Deanna and Valery.” He gestured at a couple of rather adorable five year old girls. “Next up we have Chad, Bethany and Eric.” pointing at a seven year old boy, a nine year old girl, and a ten year old boy. “You’ve already met our cat Gooey, and this here is the Birthday boy Mathew. He said he knows what’s going on with the kids.” The last he said having turned to his wife.

    “I do.” Harry said putting the cat down on a couch and pulling out his wand. A quick flick, and the cat had resumed what was hopefully it’s normal coloration. “Congratulations young man, you’re a Wizard!” With that, Harry pointed his wand at a stack of paper plates for the party, and transfigured them into small Mickey Mouse replicas and animated them with a fast ‘Piertotum Locomotor’ charm, causing them to jump up and start teasing a very startled cat.

    Harry glanced at the family, and saw them staring at him with very blank faces. Even the younger ones didn’t seem to be able to say anything, although the twins were watching the origami Mickeys rather than him, even as Gooey stated to chase them around, reminding Harry strongly of Crookshanks chasing the gnomes. “So, when’s the party start?”

    “Uh, about an hour from now.” the boy’s mother said, “I’m not sure I can believe in magic. Are you sure that’s what’s going on? That whoever told you this wasn’t just using you?”

    “Shall we sit?” Harry said gesturing to the furniture. “Missus Markum, the man who told me is quite literally a giant. He busted down the door and grabbed my uncles shotgun out of his hands and twisted it up like a pretzel. And no, I don’t consider that a bad thing, if you’ve ever dealt with my uncle, you’d be very much in agreement that Uncle Vernon was in the wrong.”

    So, over the next half hour or so, Harry gave them a quick rundown of accidental magic and a short overview of Hogwarts, before the Mrs Markum noticed the time and everyone went to get ready for the party. When no one was looking, Harry created another duplicate to run to Diagon Alley and get Mathew a present. With the exception of whoever the new DADA professor would be, all the teachers used the same books year after year, it was no problem to know what he would likely need the next year, and the family wasn’t exactly rolling in cash, so Harry decided to get Matt a set of the year one class books, minus whatever was needed for DADA. Harry figured that would save the family about ten to fifteen galleons, or about four to six hundred Pounds. Harry couldn’t remember how much those books cost him his first year.

    While thinking of this, he happened to glance out the window and saw something he didn’t anticipate, but really should have. Out on the edge of the property, Professors Flitwick and Snape stood talking. Flitwick, Harry could see coming to visit a muggleborn family, but not Snape. Harry threw his cloak back on and snuck outside to try and eavesdrop, but they broke apart before he got close, and it was at that point that Harry remembered he knew a whole slew of sense enhancing magic. Cursing to himself, Harry was about to create a duplicate to follow Snape when the greasy git disapparated. So Harry followed Flitwick back to the house. If nothing else, Harry would get an idea about how one of the professors handled this instead of Hagrid.

    Flitwick was clearly used to this however, and simply walked up to the door and gestured, didn’t even use his wand Harry noticed, and a solid knocking sound came from the door. When Mr Markum came to the door, he was rather nonplussed at the appearance of Flitwick. After a second of awkward silence, Mr Markum snorted, “I take it you’ve got invitation to Hoag Wards.”

    With a raised eyebrow, Professor Flitwick corrected him, “Hogwarts actually, it’s named after a flower common to the area. And I am most curious on just how you knew that much.”

    “You better come in then.” Mr Markum said stepping out of the way.

    Harry quickly went through the side door where Flitwick wouldn’t be able to notice, and got back to the living room just in time to hear him start. “Now, right before I left for here, I received word from the Department of underage magic at the Ministry that there was a bit of accidental magic involving a cat. Normally someone from Magic Reversal would respond, but since young Mathew turns eleven today, I was asked to take care of it. Could I see the cat?”

    “But Harry already took care of it.” Matt blurted out.

    Seeing the quizzical look on the professors face, Mrs Markum explained. “There was a young man here until a few minutes ago. About fourteen, fifteen years old, said he went to magic school. He’s the one who fixed Gooey and told us about the school. But, it’s nice to see that he was just screwing around with us.”

    “Did he have messy black hair, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead?” On seeing their nods, Flitwick sighed. “Oh, young mister Potter and his friends have been having a rather busy weekend. Although it is nice to see he hasn’t gotten killed yet.”

    “I take it then that he wasn’t supposed to tell us about all this then.” She said.

    “Oh, there’s no actual rules saying students can’t inform future students, as long as they ONLY inform the student and their immediate family. It’s just that young Harry has become the center of a rather large controversy at school, and no student is supposed to leave the grounds except under certain circumstances. Indeed, since his name was called by the Goblet to compete in the tournament, he shouldn’t even be ABLE to leave the grounds, as the goblets magic would keep him from going more than a mile or two. Nor should he have been able to cast the counter-charm on your cat without setting off the underage magic wards.”

    After another short silence, Mr Markum asked a question that took Harry off guard. “You just mentioned miles, and during Harry’s talk with us, he mentioned feet and inches several times. Do you not use the metric system?”

    Harry had to catch himself from laughing as Flitwick looked at him before realizing what Mr Markum meant. “Oh, um no. The old Imperial system was created with more than a little input from wizards and witches and is based on sound Arithmancy principles. Where the metric system is built around muggle mathematics, the Imperial system is built around magic.” At that he started to give a few demonstrations of playful spells.

    During that, there was a tapping on the window. Hedwig was tapping on the glass, holding onto a large cloth bag. With a gesture, the window opened and Hedwig flew in, making Harry wonder if his duplicate was right outside, or if he’d gone back to Hogwarts, or even if he’d gone somewhere else. Harry tuned out the Professors explanation about owls as he pondered the possibility of one of his duplicates, of which he was one, deciding to go independent. Or even to attend several of the other schools of magic simultaneously. Or even muggle school. It had possibilities, though Harry wasn’t sure he would want to spend extra lives in school. Visiting tropical resorts however, that he could see himself doing.

    Since the other Harry’s had come back from Ice Tower with the information about those strange metals, maybe he’d try and work out how to build a space ship and explore the other planets. Before he could delve into speculation about what would happen to Remus if he was taken into space and saw the moon directly, he heard Beth begging Matt if she could read one of the books. This got a surprising response from Flitwick. “Young lady. While I see no problem with you reading ‘A History of Magic’ or other books about magic, it is imperative that you NOT study any of the books that contain actual spell work or other applications of magic. Through much pain and sorrow, we have learned that magic should never be practiced before your eleventh birthday, just as we’ve learned that in order to ever control it, you must begin studying before your fourteenth birthday. Sad and unfortunate things have happened to those so young as their brain has not developed enough to safely practice.”

    “And this goes for the rest of you as well. Please do not become a object lesson to others. Even the old pure blood families heed this, and only those who just missed the cut off date for the year before ever come to school knowing any spells. If anything, the old pure blood families have seen what can happen, and will punish their children for trying far more harshly than the ministry will. Now, ‘History of Magic’ is perfectly acceptable. As is ‘One thousand magical herbs and fungi’ and ‘Magical beasts and where to find them.’ “Magical Theory’ and ‘Magical drafts and potions’ are a little bit iffy for you young Bethany, but shouldn’t be a problem for Eric. Or of course, your parents. The other books however have instructions for actual spell casting, and should only be read by Mathew, or Eric after his own eleventh birthday.”

    “But please note, Mathew will need these books, along with a few others, once the school year starts for him, so you have around 8 months or so to peruse them. Sometime next summer, Mathew should get his actual invitation, and he will learn what ever extra books the new DADA professor will be adding. Since all six of you children have demonstrated accidental magic at times, I might be able to swing sending you a few of the books in the library that are geared to younger children as well. Several of my students have old childrens books they’ve outgrown, and it’s long been a policy of Ravenclaw students to donate those books to the new muggleborn students and families. Indeed, since Harry Potter seems to have, rather understandably, taken an interest in your family, I’ll see to it you get a full and complete set of ‘The Harry Potter Adventures.’ His embarrassment over that should be enough to curtail his involving himself into notifying new students.”

    “Why would he take such an interest in us?” Mrs Markum asked.

    “Because with everything else happening to him right now, it was inevitable for him to have taken an interest in his parents. And this house was where his Mother grew up. And, since his Mother graduated, every single child, under the age of ten when they moved in, and as spent at least one full year here, as become a wizard or witch. The last child to have lived here who this didn’t happen to, was Harry’s Aunt Petunia. And my understanding is they didn’t move in until after her tenth birthday.”

    “Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is a lot going on right now at school, and I need to notify the Headmaster that Harry has been spotted here. That and the spells Severus cast to make your quests think that the party started an hour later than the invitation said will be wearing off in a few minutes. I trust I don’t need to remind you to keep this secret from them? No! Then good day to you.” With that Flitwick walked out the door, and Harry, like the family watched out the window until he met up with Snape and they both disapparated.

    “You learn something new everyday it seems.” Harry said out load, causing several shrieks of surprise.

    “You’ve become a talking head!” one of the boys yelled hiding behind his father.

    “Yeah, sorry about that. Don’t tell anyone I have this OK.” Harry said pulling his cloak fully off him. “It’s a family heirloom that’s been passed down for over a thousand years. I don’t want it confiscated. By the way, if he does send you those books, don’t believe them. My life growing up was NOTHING like those books made out.”

    “As for why I took an interest in you. I really didn’t. I found a reverence to this house in my Dads diary, and according to the bank statement I got from Gringotts yesterday, I own the house, but my uncle has been collecting them rent and not passing it on, or performing maintenance. I’ll be dealing with that over the next couple of months, so if he tries to evict you, send a letter to Hogwarts, I’ll deal with the bank.”

    “Now, why don’t you take your books upstairs and put them away. I AM sorry about that by the way. But no one told me about the reason they never inform muggle raised children about magic until they’re eleven before. Anyway, like the professor, I need to leave before anyone else comes to investigate, and I’m sure they will. It’s OK to tell Professor Dumbledore about the cloak, he already knows, but please don’t tell anyone else. Have a nice day, and HAPPY Birthday Matt!” Harry said, shouting out the last as he walked out the door, disapparating back to his tunnel.
    That was interesting he thought. It’s possible to grant children magic. That was very interesting indeed.


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    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    Since this is from the point of view of a British character, this should probably be 'trousers'.
    And 'autumn', for the same reason.
     
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    Ceased instead of seized :)
    WERE instead of WAS
    noteworthy instead of note worthy (might not actually change how it’s interpreted, merely a bit on the precise thing going on…
    If he did it the way I think he did, he used a Pensive might be a better formulation. Or not. Your call. I would change it into something else, however
    Ok, not sure what’s going on here.
    Oh, that’s interesting. Now, this spell/ward could either be ignored forever or could be real useful for the coming war (by making more wizards :) )

    Great story!
     
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    Kminari Know what you're doing yet?

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    I have forgotten this story, it's interesting, well written and paced, but somewhat short.
    If there is a next chapter I will have to reread all of it because as of this moment I don't remember why this is an SG1 crossover.
     
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    killgore444 Not too sore, are you?

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    I thought I changed that one. o_O

    In brief, Saturday morning, his Foeglass (canon item) started showing several dozen house elves. The item is in the GoF book (don't know about movie), and is in [fake]Moody's office.
    Or were you saying my wording was unclear?

    Yes and no. Even if it's a case of it actually makes kids who aren't magical into magical children, you still have to be thinking very long term. After all, there is age restriction on training in my world do to brain development.;)
    But then again, Harry IS thinking long term here.

    However, like a lot of magic items in the HP universe, wards that aren't properly created can have unusual effects. If, like the car, it gains a sort of semi-sentience, it could simply be struggling to keep it's purpose of providing safety to young magicals, and simply making itself look attractive to muggle parents of magical children.:p

    Please remember, I'm having Harry chase a couple of Red Herrings.:eek: And this may, or may not be one of them.

    Thank you.
    As a side note, I generally stop editing a chapter once it's been posted on FFN (unless it's something major or very stupid [or FFN lost part of the post]). But any edits to unposted (currently chapter 7) chapters are appreciated. Generally it'll be 2 or 3 parts here, and a couple of days for final edits before I post on FFN. So people here can affect the story. All it takes is being willing to engage me in conversation about the story. (read as: desperate plea for free Beta on unposted chapters)

    Thank you.

    Er, how long are you expecting the chapters to be? Just part 1 was over 4,000 words. Chapter 6 was, in it's entirety, over 16,000 words of story content alone (not including notes). Although that one was very long, and I probably won't be doing that much again.

    I did mention that the SG1 would be a slow burn, but I've already included elements into the story. I just didn't want everyone surprised when suddenly, Harry's fighting aliens. Although, so far Dumbledore has had more to do with them than Harry.
     
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    All of whom eyes were visible

    That was the portion of the sentence I had issue with.

    All eyes of the house elves are visible? Only the eyes? Maybe simply delete the portion… Especially because afterwards the two specific elves are mentioned…
     
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    I'll have to work on that one.
    In canon, the mirror would show you black silhouettes of your enemies, gaining definition and color the closer they were to actually harming you.Barty was using it as a gage to determine how close people were to figuring out he wasn't really Moody.
    The first thing to gain color was the eyes (symbolizing the idea that they're eyeing you I suppose). In the book, [fake]Moody even makes a joke to Harry about getting out his trunk on seeing the whites of they're eyes. And Harry was unable to get an idea of who they were because they all ran together.

    What I was trying to conveigh was that overnight, a large number of house elves had gained enough definition to not only see that they were house elves, but tell them apart, and all of them gained color to the eyes (and not just white either).

    Thank you though. This is actually one of the reasons I'm posting this here.

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    Nice story, I'm looking forward to seeing what's next, and finding out what's going on with Ron and Hermione.

    Also I really want that how to book, that really is a ridiculously overpowered item, if its used correctly, and I'm hoping we see more of it as the story continues.
     
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    Well, it came about as part of a 'make the most ridicules over powered character possible' game.;)
     
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    Harry was trudging slowly back to the Gryffindor dorms. Well, sort of. He’d had an urge to divert to the third floor near Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, and his notes he made under the influence of the potion and some divination spells he’d learned that morning agreed with the urge. And considering how this weekend went from being horrid to spectacular due to the influence of that potion, he wasn’t going to start ignoring it now.

    Not when it was so close to wearing off. Something important might happen. WOULD happen Harry mentally corrected, Dobby had asked to borrow the Sword Kindness. That couldn’t be good. As it stood though, he was being harassed by an annoying insect that looked like a particularly ugly type of dung beetle that had started to buzz around him about the fourth floor.

    He’d thought about making a duplicate to go back to the dorms and just continue to sleep in the room, but decided against it for now. Not only was he still unsure about the possibility of one of his duplicates going independent if they were separated long term, but he didn’t want to condemn one of them to suffering under the scrutiny of the school, or in Snape’s class when he wasn’t willing to do it himself. That, Harry thought to himself, is an almost guaranteed to make a duplicate turn on him.

    He’d actually used a note pad when going through his memories from the duplicates and made check marks for every duplicate created, destroyed [he tried not to think killed] and reabsorbed to make sure he got them all. He did NOT want a duplicate running around independent.

    Still though, despite everything, this was hands down the best weekend of his life. He’d learned hundreds of new spells, to a degree not even Hermione could match. Relearned almost all of the spells he already new from the past to a much higher degree and could even cast a lot of spells silently now, like all the professors. He learned a surprising amount about runes, some Occlumency and even a smattering of Legilimency and arithmancy. Not to mention about a dozen new languages and an immense amount about his family.

    And most importantly he’d managed to get a girlfriend. Multiple girlfriends in fact. He’d had his first kiss, the first time he’d ever seen a naked girl. He’d taking more then a little amount of time relieving himself when he got back. He was extremely glad the room protected him from the wards that let the professors know when anyone under fifteen got active. Hell, he’d even seen girls kissing each other. That was enough, despite his dislike of everyone right now, to get him curious about some of his female classmates and wonder what they’d look like kissing each other. The thought of Hermione kissing fellow fourth year Gryffindors Lavender or Sue Li, Parvati or even Salley-Anne Perks, not to mention some of the other girls in their year, or even other years was an incredible turn on, and something he’d never thought of Hermione, as something other than a friend, or even sister…

    …’No!’ He thought to himself [and more pointedly, the potion]. She WAS his friend, and yes, even a sister he wished he had. Besides, she had a serious crush on Ron [which was reciprocated] and despite everything with Ron, he did hope they’d be happy together. Not that he was successful in completely banishing his thoughts however, but he was forcing himself to think of of her being happy, which him using a potion to alter her mind wouldn’t do. And it was that thought which managed to kill his fantasy. That smacked a little to close to mind control for his taste.

    It didn’t count with Vanessa, Joan and Lea however, Lea had admitted they were already that way. For several years in fact. All the potion did was tell him HOW to go about attracting them. Harry doubted that even a potion as powerful as Felix Felicis could alter past events that far back in time. For that matter, was it even capable of altering peoples sexual preferences? Harry was pretty sure it would be illegal if it was. At least he hoped the Ministry would be smart enough to outlaw something like that…

    …Who was he kidding? They probably sold it to parents to make sure their kids turned out right. He just hoped that Collin never got a hold of any. Or for that matter, that second year girl, Romey, Ronda, Romilda, Robbin, no, Robbin was the last name of one of the other second years. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t interested in her or her vane personality.

    Although that did bring up the question of why wizards didn’t use it to prevent squibs?

    Still, best weekend ever! Ron would be so jealous when he found out. ‘Damn it!’ Harry thought to himself, ‘that was what was wrong now!’ He didn’t want to make him more jealous.

    “Harry?” And speak of the devil. Harry turned around and saw Ron standing in the doorway to Myrtle’s bathroom.

    “Ron.”

    “I’m sorry Harry!” Ron blurted out before Harry could say anything else however. “I’m really sorry ok. I know I’ve been acting like a prat this past week, and feel like shite because of it. I… …I just never…” He came to a sputtering end to his words at that point, looking down at the floor.

    “So,” Harry began awkwardly, fell silent, thought about venting on Ron for a second, then thought better and finally finished; “So, we going to be acting like girls here or something?” Ok, he thought, that sounded way funnier in his head. Ron stared at him for several seconds in shock. Finally Harry threw his arm around Ron’s shoulder, to happy to be talking to him again to hold his grudge. “Come on little sis, let’s get you back to the dorms.”

    “You do realize that not only am I about nine inches taller than you, but I’m also about eight months older as well? That makes you the little sister.”

    “I’m not the one acting like a girl. Or coming out of the girls bathroom for that matter. What were you doing Ronda, hiding in the Chamber of secrets?”

    “Yeah, yeah little Heidi,” Ron said, grabbing Harry in a headlock and giving him a nouggy, “As a matter of fact I was doing a little exploring down there. Since I can mimic what you said to open the sink, I could get down there. I even remembered to grab a broom to fly back up. Did you know Dobby is working here?” He finished releasing Harry.

    “Um, yeah. Well, not until Friday night, but I’ve been dealing with him all weekend. Why?”

    “Oh, he brought one of those expanded space tents for me to sleep in down there. Even made sure I had food. Told me to stay down there until just now, he even said he made sure that Moody wouldn’t be able to see us with his magic eye. Said something really important needed to be done at just the right time or lot’s of people throughout world would die, but he didn’t really explain.”

    “So I explored some down there, managed to get into the chamber and found the basilisk. You know, I always thought you were exaggerating it’s size, or you know, you being so short was skewing your perspective or something, I mean, basilisks are only supposed to be a little bigger than a King Cobra. That damn thing was IMMENSE! Anyway, I did a little exploring in the chamber itself, found Slytherian’s study. Dusty, but only from a couple of decades worth, not centuries, so I suppose I sat in the same chair that You-know-who sat in. Even read some of his old schoolbooks he left down there, they had a much better defense teacher then. Made doing some of my homework feel strange, but that’s something I just couldn’t pass up, farting in You-know’s chair. If there was any other rooms down there, I couldn’t get them to open.”

    “Er, yeah. The password to let the basilisk out wasn’t open, so I assume Slytherian would have used something else for any other rooms as well.” Harry said, his good mood dying. “Did Dobby really say ‘people throughout world would die’ when he talked to you?” Harry asked, his mind only skimming over everything else Ron said, not really processing it.

    “Yeah. You up to something?”

    “Not that I’m aware of. I’m pretty sure Dobby has other ideas though.” Before he could continue, he heard a sound he recognized, but coming from a location no one was in. Paranoia spiking, he cast a silent ‘Homenum Revelio’ and getting a ping other than Ron, Harry whipped around, already beginning to silently cast ‘Expelliarmus’ at the invisible target even as his wand was still dropping into his hand from his new wand holster.

    Putting a little more mental humph behind the spell, he watched it sail down the short corridor hitting the target even as Ron was drawing his wand from his pocket and dodging to the side. Luckily his spell hit before the target could defend himself, and a wand sailed to Harry’s free hand while the target became visible again.

    A now visible, and very surprised Headmaster. “Er, Professor, sorry.” Harry said rather sheepishly, walking back to him to hand him his wand back, “You startled me.” He added in defense of his actions.

    Dumbledore stared at Harry for several seconds before glancing at his wand, then slowly, holding his hand out for Harry to place it in. “If I may,” the Headmaster began, “What gave my presence away?”

    “Er, you made a sound of some sort.” Harry replied, glancing off to the side, hoping beyond hope the Headmaster didn’t ask for further explanation. Not that it mattered, Ron was completely failing at hiding a smirk.

    “Yes, well, if you’d been in attendance to Dinner tonight, you would have rather enjoyed, I think, the burritos the Elves served. I’m afraid I’ve developed a fondness for them when I was in the south western part of the States for the ICW a while back, and particularly enjoy the taste of refried beans.” At that, both Ron and Harry lost their battle for self control and burst out laughing.

    Slight smile on his face watching them, Dumbledore seemed to recognize that both needed a good laugh right now, but also a assessing look at Harry and the wand. “Here Harry, I believe this now belongs to you,” he said much to Harry’s surprise. “This particular wand has little loyalty to any one owner, but goes to whoever bests the current holder. Use it well Harry.” He finished, odd tone to his words Harry thought, like what he was saying had meaning on more than one level.

    “Sorry about that Professor, I…” Harry cut himself off, he really HAD meant to disarm whoever was there, and not in a friendly spar or training session manner. He’d read a couple of books on wand lore, so knew that that meant there was a chance it’s loyalty would switch. But the way the headmaster said it, meant that this particular wand was more prone to it than most. And the way the Headmaster said ‘Use it well’ was odd, and reminded him strangely of when he received his Dad’s cloak in first year. His reading this weekend HAD included not only children's books, but some of the more obscure history texts and divination spells, and had also included some stuff on famous and legendary wands, and he thought he recognized this one, plus he now recognized the mark on them. “Is this Grindelwald’s wand?”

    “I took it from him, so yes, it once was, but no more. It was mine from that point to this, and now it is yours, Harry. Take care not to lose it.”

    “So I’ve now got two of the pieces?” Harry noticed Dumbledore’s eyebrow rise, and Ron’s look of confusion, . “Does this mean that my cloak will once again work against you?” He asked trying to mask what he was feeling with a little teenage belligerence.

    “I dare say it will be harder, but not impossible to detect you without that wand.” the Headmaster replied, “Perhaps I should create a pair of glasses that mimics Professor Moody’s eye.”

    “Would it work if it wasn’t part of the original set?” Harry returned, “I mean, the set was actually six pieces, not three. The brothers only received three of them as ransom for not killing him, there was still the Eye of Seeing, which Professor Moody has, the Mirror of Death, also described as a portal of some sort, which is lost, and the Stone of Life which is also lost. Plus of course, the Spirit Stone, or Resurrection Stone, which the youngest brother received which is also lost. Supposedly, they’re the only things that work against each other.” Ron’s surprised ‘Bloody hell!’ when he clued in to what Harry was talking about went unremarked upon as the Headmaster once again stared at him. “Or am I mistaken?”

    “In all honesty Harry, I’m not sure. The legend of the Three Brothers is a woefully incomplete record of the events surrounding the items, assuming there is any truth to them at all. But I must say, I’ve never heard of the other three items, nor even considered the possibility that one would need to collect more than three.” The Headmaster said, not surprising Harry thought, he’d only learned of it when he’d gotten curious and asked the ‘How-to’ book how to prevent Moody from seeing thru his cloak, and branched out to learning about the Hallows as a group. “Was this what you discussed with Gellert when you went to see him yesterday?” Dumbledore asked a slight frown on his face, as if he was trying to decide if he’d be willing to believe it or not.

    “You know, I don’t think the topic of the Hallows even came up.” Before Harry could continue, a new presence made itself known, as Professor Moody came ‘jogging’ around the corner, his clop/stomp footsteps oddly muffled, as if he cast a silencing spell on them. His look of shock when he noticed them was surprising, since normally he always knew were everyone was around him.

    As Harry looked at him, Moody looked more and more awkward and desperate, and just in general looked WRONG somehow. Acting on instinct, almost certainly potion influenced, Harry quickly cast the spell ‘Finite Miscugliem’, the anti-potion version of the spell ‘Finite Incantatem’. Unfortunately, Harry couldn’t yet do this one without speaking it aloud, so Moody had a chance to dodge. Luckily he didn’t, hearing the Finite portion of the spell, he must have assumed that Harry was casting the anti-spell version, which wouldn’t affect potions. So the spell hit him square in the chest and almost instantly, he began to change shape, all three of them recognizing the affects of a polyjuice potion coming to an end. Moody dropped to his knee as a normal leg regrew knocking his fake leg to the side, and a natural eye dislodged the magical eye.

    Rising to stand before them was a man, mid to late thirties, graying black hair oddly familiar, if sinister looking face, and a look of complete rage on his face. “Barty, it’s been some time since you last graced this facility with your presence.” The Headmaster said as glowing runes, made from the flames of the Flagrate spell (don’t get that one confused with Flagrante Harry thought to himself) appeared hovering around his hands, “Although the reports of your death in Azkaban seem to have been exaggerated.”

    The man snapped his wand up and almost immediately the green light of the Killing Curse shot out, even as the Headmaster threw up a rock column in front of Ron and Harry and tried to dodge to the side. Luckily enough, Harry had already begun to silently cast ‘Cerise Protego’ and a shimmering red shield sprung up in front of Dumbledore. The green light went thru the shield, transforming into brown light and striking Dumbledore, causing him to double over for a second before righting himself in surprise.

    A surprise echoed in the face of the other man. A look of abject fear replaced the look of rage as he called out ‘Forthwith’ while casting another green light at Dumbledore, who seemed to trust the new defence against it and hunkered down behind it as Harry cast it again around Ron and himself as the column descended back into the floor.

    Dumbledore , who was working from the extreme disadvantage of no wand, had already cast several more defensive magics on the three of them. Harry was ninety percent sure if he wasn’t worried about Ron and him, the Headmaster would be much more aggressive, but was wasting most of his efforts on protecting the two of them.

    Meanwhile, about four or five individuals wearing the cloaks and masks of Death Eaters, had fell out of the other mans pocket at the word forthwith, landing in a heap at the feat of the fake Moody. Harry wasted no time throwing a couple of ‘Pretoria’ spells at the lot. Despite laying at the bottom of the pile, one of them managed to shield them from his spells. Ron’s unusual contribution was a ‘Engorgio Incendio’ combination which seemed to engorge the flame from the Incendio spell from a basic single target, or starting a fireplace, to taking up most of the hall. With all the shield spells up, nothing much came of it, but it was a major distraction. And enough for the Headmaster to go on the offensive, thrusting his hand out, the Death Eaters all went flying down the hall. Dumbledore, shifted slightly to be able to look at Harry while still watching his enemies, “Harry, the shield you used, how do…”

    “Add the word Cerise to the front of Protego.” Harry cut him off, “If the shield is red, it’ll protect against the killing curse. You’ll still get really sick though.”

    “I can LIVE with sick Harry, you two need to get back to your tower. NOW!” He added when it looked like both of them would rather stay and help. Turning back towards his now very cautious foes, he touched his throat and began to speak even as both Harry and Ron began to run back to the tower, his voice thundering thru the halls. “All Hogwarts students, please return to your dorms. All of our guest students, please return to your respective lodging. All teachers please go to to the nearest student dorm or lodging to aid in it’s defence should that prove needed. If your way is barred due to spell fire, please retreat to the Hospital wing. Filius an… Sectu…”

    The Headmaster’s voice cut off for a couple of seconds, and Harry considered going back, but Ron grabbed his arm. “No Harry, for the first time since coming here, the adults are doing their jobs and protecting us instead of depending on us to protect everyone! LET THEM!” So maybe Ron noticed that he had been spending more effort on protecting the two of them than defeating the bad guys as well.

    Even as Dumbledore finished his, whatever that was, not a speech Harry thought, it became clear that getting back to the dorms might not be so simple, as there seemed to be several other groups of Death Eaters, as well as several Aurors fighting and causing chaos as well. He pulled Ron into an alcove and pulled out one of his cudgels from an expanded pocket, giving Ron a quick run down of how to use it; “Just swing this end at the bad guy, he’ll be hurt and impaired. If you need him down for good, think ‘Max power’ at it, they’ll go down hard. You can throw it at someone and it’ll work,but anyone can pick it up and use it.” He then cast ‘Kage Bunshin no Jutsu’ on the two of them enough to get about five duplicates each really glad he was wearing his ad-hock armor under his school robes now, but rather wishing he could have worn his conjured battle robes with those extra defensive spells built in. “Come on!” Harry said when it looked like Ron was going to question about the duplicates. And then they went back to running.

    As they rounded the corner to the balcony above great hall and the main stairway, they saw Professor Flitwick along with an unknown Auror and some suits of armor, on the first level fighting a large group of Death Eaters. The Rons once again cast ‘Engorgio Incendio’ on the group of Death Eaters, but with a much more open area and no way of knowing which area the others were casting at, the spells spread out in a few, more even, dome shapes, which while avoiding the Professor and the Auror, only hit about half the bad guys.

    It was one of those that managed to cast ‘Glisseo’ on the stairs just as the group of them started to ascend them, causing them to slide down towards the first level. Which while inconvenient, and making it so they had two more levels to ascend, wouldn’t have actually been bad, except one of the Death Eaters hit the stairway with a ‘Finite Incantatem’ about halfway down. The sudden change from smooth slide to steps turned the ride rather more bumpy. As he was being bounced around, he wondered whether the potion was just winding down, or if this was a needed encounter. It was at this point Harry saw Ron bounce right into the railing, his head going between the supports while his body continued down causing him to snap out, breaking his neck. This caused the weird vibe Harry had been using to tell which one of the Rons was the primary to switch to one of the duplicates, saving his life.

    Harry and his duplicates managed to land roughly on their feet at the bottom of the steps, almost in the group of Death Eaters making it difficult for Flitwick and the Auror to target this group of scumbags. Harry and his duplicates began casting again with three of them casting defensive magic while Harry himself and the other two went for offensive magic going with several ‘Bombarda’, Expulso, and one or two ‘Confringo’ spells, but the Death Eaters had already cast the ‘Fire Freezing’ charm on themselves by this point causing Harry to switch to ‘Acer Gelu’ and freeze them instead of burning them.

    Two of the Rons got right up and into hand to hand range, Harry’s cudgel working impressively well, with one rather notable strike that Ron got in coming down directly onto the top of the Death Eaters head who’s mask had come off. A Death Eater they had both seen from time to time, Gregory Goyle’s father. Ron must have been using ‘max power’ because the ‘Expulso’, ‘Reducto’, and ‘Flipendo’ affects made it a rather surreal, if messy attack. ‘Reducto’ causes things to be explosively blown away, ‘Expulso’ just causes things to blow up, and ‘Flipendo’ knocks people around causing them to go end over end. One of two other Death Eaters that Ron had hit had been blown back after a hit to the chest, missing a large portion of his chest, like a kid striking a pinata, if you replaced the candy with body parts. The other one had been hit in his wand arm when he tried to block Ron, the ‘Flipendo’ flinging him around while his arm blew up in a spectacular and bloody amputation before he landed on his head and lost consciousness. Goyle however had all of that directed straight down from the top of his head to his feet, causing the ‘Expulso’ to affect every part of his body, ‘Reducto’ to blow his remains out in a relatively even circle, and the ‘Flipendo’ to turn that circle into a cloud of small chunks and bloody mist covering all of them in blood and viscera. It actually caused combat to pause for a couple of seconds.

    The other three Rons cast ‘Aguamenti’ at the Death Eaters, yet it was apparent that what they got wasn’t water, but something rather more rancid smelling as all three targets that were hit started gagging and gasping while trying to shield their eyes. Harry cast a ‘Alchemyst’ spell on the liquid Ron was shooting out, turning it into a mist and making it an area affect spell that Harry could somewhat control, spreading it to more of the Death Eaters, even as Ron explained. “Skunk Musk. Since ‘Aguamenti’ can actually create any non-magical liquid, I decided to give them a taste of nature. Nice addition by the way.”

    “Thanks” Harry said while mulling over what Ron had just said. He vaguely recalled Hermione mentioning that once, but he’d never really thought about it. The first thing he had thought of at the time was chicken broth, so had mostly ignored the spell. Now his mind went to something he remembered from before Hogwarts, when Dudley was still forcing him to eat all manner of unpleasant things. One had always stood out more than the rest. One so bad Aunt Petunia had actually made him stop. Ghost Peppers! If Harry could create the juice from a Ghost Pepper, it’d be even more effective than skunk spray. Before he could enact it however, Goyle was hit and combat paused.

    Then the last of this group of Death Eaters went down to stun spells from Flitwick and the Auror (and a sword thrust from on of the last two suits of armor in the great hall), who quickly ran over and joined them. But before they could say anything, a beach-ball sized area of darkness, surrounded by purple electrical looking affects came sailing into the hall. Professor Flitwick cast ‘Avea Apara’ creating a orange, dome shaped shield around them and one of Harry’s duplicates cast ‘Scindo’ on the globe just as it exploded, managing to part it’s area of affect, creating a cone that wasn’t effected by the blast and helping in protecting them (Harry wasn’t sure even a ‘Avea Apara’ spell could have stopped that blast). Thankfully, Flitwick’s shield protected them from debris, not the least of which was an entire set of stairs from one of the upper floors landing on the dome with a terrifying crash.

    None of the Death Eaters who had been merely unconscious survived. Harry REALLY wanted to learn that spell.

    Even as the blast was still echoing though the castle, two more Death Eaters came flying in on brooms, Nimbus 2001s if Harry wasn’t mistaken. Flitwick cast a ‘Densissima’ charm on the air in front of one of them, turning it into a viscus mass, similar to thick, invisible syrup. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, just slowing you down and making you work to move, but at the speed they were flying, he might as well have done a bellyflop off Gryffindor tower onto the ground. He smashed into the glob, losing consciousness, before slowly sinking to the bottom of the mass, and then falling to the ruble strewn ground.

    The Auror got the other one with a ‘Incarcerous’ spell, not tying the Death Eater up, but tying him to the remains of the stairway banister. Specifically tying his neck to the banister with a noose. Creating an effect similar to what killed the other Ron. Evidently, he was fed up with how deadly the spells they were using are and decided to stop trying for prisoners.

    Just as they were starting to actually breathe again, several voices outside the entry called out a spell none of the wanted to hear, the shouted ‘Agni Incaendium’ from several different voices sent chills down their spines. Fiendfyre! As the beasts of diabolical flame came roaring into the great hall, one of his duplicates cast ‘Yam Securitas’ summoning a Stag headed warrior made of Blessed water, carrying a shield and sword to do battle with one of the beasts of flame. Harry was really glad he’d learned those summoning spells now, even has he himself was casting ‘Finite Invocazionum’ (the version of finite for use on rituals and summoning magic) on another of the figures of flame.

    Flitwick meanwhile cast a spell similar to what Dobby used on Malfoy at the end of his second year, and Dumbledore used earlier, and propelled all the death eaters, even the flyer from before, most of their fiend fire, and a good chunk of the rubble outside. Turning towards Harry to ask a question, Harry beat him to the punch, showing how to cast ‘Finite Invocazionum’ by doing so on the last bit of fiendfyre still inside along with his summoned water elemental warrior. Harry then wished the two of them good luck, grabbed Ron, telling the Professor they were heading for the dorms. The Professor sent the last two suites of armor with them as he and the Auror left to go outside and deal with the fiendfyre that had broken lose from the rather stupid, and now dead at the flaming hands of their own servants, Death Eaters.

    Several of his duplicates had begun to summon lions using the ‘Felidia’ summoning spell he’d learned that afternoon, so before they were even back at the steps, they were accompanied by a pride of male lions (Harry didn’t know why they were all males, but decided now wasn’t the time to ponder).

    Climbing the stairs was even more tedious and exhausting than normal due to the need for haste, running up seven flights of stairs isn’t easy. Combined with the need for even more vigilance than normal, not only did they need to watch out for more Death Eaters, but the stairs themselves, by reason of alarms or damage to them, were even more active and mobile than normal. Before they reached seventh floor, they had to descend a level twice to take a different set of stairs as they moved under them, and had to jump across an opening that they were to close to fully stop before hitting open space.

    They’d just made it back to the third floor balcony again though, when they noticed a couple of Death Eaters enter the hall below. They hadn’t seen their group yet, so one of Harry’s duplicates suggested a new spell they learned, and both Death Eaters became victims of conjured anvils thanks to the ‘Acme’ spell. Ron looked at Harry strangely as the four large anvils fell, with a whistle, onto the two Death Eaters below. They heard the whistle just before impact, and both had looked up and been hit in the face by something a lot bigger and moving as fast as a bludger. Harry made a mental note to modify his armor to include a top covering shield.

    They managed to make it back to right before the Fat Lady’s portrait before they encountered anymore Death Eaters. This group had set up an ambush in the hallway, though they were completely unprepared for the lions, who set the ambush off early. Harry and Ron exchanged more spell fire with them, but they were to close for anything other than really quick spells, giving the adults who all used silent casting a huge advantage. Harry though, could also cast silently, and Ron still had the cudgel, and the lions, although most were quickly dispatched, they did distract and impede them. The last three of Ron’s duplicates were ‘dispelled’ in the fighting, but allowing for the new primary Ron, Harry and one of the lions to reach the portrait.

    Calling out the password, they jumped inside ordering the Fat Lady to go to the next password on the list, but two of the Death Eaters managed to get inside before one of his duplicates outside managed to close the portrait, staying outside to deal with the last of them outside before fleeing to the Room of Requirement.

    As the stumbled inside, Ron fell to the floor, the cudgel rolling away across the floor, leaving Harry to try and grapple with the rather large Death Eater, the lion having managed to get the other ones head in it’s mouth and was shaking him like a dog with a new chew toy. Harry heard people yelling and screaming, but couldn’t afford to pay any attention, fully concentrating on his fight as he was thrown around before being knocked in the back of the knees by the thrashing lion.

    Harry managed to catch a glimpse of a sword blade flying by, inches over his head were just a second before his own back had been (and a second before that, the Death Eater’s back had been before he twisted), striking the Death Eater in the stomach, and causing him to drop to the ground with a moan of… …Was that pleasure?

    Getting up off the ground had never been harder, or more desperately needed, with the sounds of fighting outside the portrait. Between the lion thrashing someone around, Vincent Crabbe’s father thrashing around in ecstasy, a blood soaked Ron desperately trying to stand and set himself for an attack and his own blood soaked shoes and robes, chunks of Goyle still falling from both of them, it took a bit to get to his feet.

    Once he had, he saw a horrifically injured Hermione, the sword Kindness held out in front of her with blood running down it’s edge explaining Crabbe’s reaction to his injury. Ron grabbed Hermione in a hug, not smart in retrospect, but nothing bad happened thankfully. Harry was pretty sure his luck was on it’s last legs with that final bit.

    Looking beyond Hermione, he noticed Professor McGonagall, Nearly Headless Nick, and virtually the entire Gryffindor house standing and looking at them in complete shock, the Professors mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, trying to speak, but no words making it to her mouth. The rest of the house almost as bad. Sending a mental nudge down the magical link to his summoned lion as he put a hand on it’s back to calm it, causing it to drop the now very dead Death Eater to the ground. “Stand guard at the entry. Don’t let anyone through unless allowed by myself, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Nick or one of the Prefects.” He order it, pointing to each person as he named them, and each Prefect separately. “Ron, the cudgel!” He said, pointing to were it had rolled. Ron quickly grabbed it before anyone else got brave enough to try.

    Looking down at the still living Death Eater, he was startled to realize that he was right about who it was. Crabbe’s father was rolling on the ground, shite eating grin on his face. Growing enraged that someone like him could find pleasure after this, he cast ‘Finite Incantatem’ on him knowing that the effect the sword had was based on a charm. Crabbe’s moans quickly changed to screams of pain, basilisk venom having been embedded into the blade.

    Harry then bent down and cast ‘Rennervate’ on him to make him more aware of what was going on, and slapped him hard enough to make him focus on him. “You’re dying you know. The only thing that can save your life is Phoenix tears, and I highly doubt Fawkes is willing to save your life after tonight. You will die screaming in pain, like you have made so many do before.” Harry told him, before pausing and looking for a second at Hermione. “But if you answer my questions, truly answer them. Then I won’t prevent her from using the swords magic to turn your pain back into pleasure. You’re choice!”

    Seeing him nod yes, Harry began. “What was the purpose of the attack tonight? What was your intent?”

    “We were to help Crouch grab you and cause as much damage and chaos as possible. If possible, kill some students and any professors we could, but their deaths were really irrelevant. We were to then cast fiendfyre on the castle as we left to draw out more defenders to kill as we left.” He replied, as members of his house seemed to finally make a sound, even if it was just a sputtering and incoherent muttering.

    “Who ordered this?”

    “I’m not sure.” Seeing Harry’s look of disbelief, he went on. “I’m not! He claimed he was the Dark Lord, but he looked like an even more messed up house elf than that stupid little cretin that Lucius used to keep.” He finished, not understanding the renewed rage once again on Harry’s face.

    Standing up, “Anyone else have any questions for this piece of shite? He’s only got a few minutes left to live, so ask now?” Turning to Hermione, "If you want to ease his suffering, I won’t stop you. But it’s up to you.”

    “I killed him Harry! I killed the father of a classmate. He’s dying because of me.” She said, the look of appalled shock making her already injured face look even worse. “I killed him, but I can’t bring myself to stop his pain. Not after what he said!” She cried, tears falling from her eyes.

    NO!” Ron shouted, “No you didn’t. You are not responsible. He made his own choices. HE is the reason he is dead.” With that, Ron took off his robe, thankfully wearing some muggle pants and a shirt underneath, threw it over Crabbe’s form, and before anyone understood his intent, brought the cudgel down, pumping as much of his own magic into it as he could, down on Crabbe’s chest with a blow that cracked the floor beneath him. Like Goyle earlier, his form literally exploded outwards, though this time there was more large pieces and his cloak helped to contain (a little, it at least didn’t go up as far) the blood spray. Crabbe’s head went spinning off, bouncing around like the ball in a pinball machine before coming to rest at the feet of the second year girls.

    RON!” Several people shouted with various degrees of shock and horror. The second year girls looked ready to vomit, their feet covered in the last of the blood that had been in his head, the rest in a merry path across the common room before meeting up with the much larger blood splatter in the area around the three of them.

    Ron looked up and glanced around, “What the hell are you doing?!” He yelled at everyone, “Can’t you hear the fighting going on outside? Why haven’t you set up defenses? Gotten the kids upstairs and blockaded the stairway? What if it had just been Death Eaters? Half of you morons would be dead before you even understood what was going on!” Ron paused for a second in thought as Nearly Headless Nick bent down and stuck his hands into the chest of the other Death Eater and shaking them around like someone washing their hands, before Ron continued, his chess skills coming to the fore. “Everyone under seventeen, get your arses upstairs to your dorms. Girls especially since most of the attackers seemed to be male, and the anti-male charms might help you! Form up defenses and create blockades on the landings! Each year is responsible for defending the next younger year! Prefects under seventeen, you’re in the stairwells as well, get things organized and be ready to take the forefront of defense should those out here fall! Everyone else, create barriers in here! Do what it takes, but if you can’t stop invaders cold, at least slow and injure them enough that the younger students might be able to hold them!”

    Harry watched everyone still looking at them in shock, decided they needed motivation and cast a weak ‘Sonorus’ on himself. “DO AS YOU’RE TOLD! MOVE IT!” The affect was almost instantaneous. Harry gave it another second, watching them run around like chickens with their heads cut off, but at least doing something, Nick repeating his ‘hand washing’ act in the head of Crabbe. Harry decided it was a ghost thing and wasn’t his concern.

    Deciding he didn’t need to be so loud now, he cast ‘Quietus’ on himself just now noticing that he had been using Dumbledore’s wand, and looked at Ron and Hermione. By unspoken agreement, both Harry and Ron took Hermione by an arm each and guided her to their favorite corner. Harry then cast ‘Avea Apara’ around them, causing a large, partial dome to form around them, it merging and conforming to the stonework of the corner. He then cast a ‘Muffliato’ so anything they said, or any noise they made couldn’t be heard outside, but they could still hear past the barrier. Then he used ‘Ex nihilo’ to conjure curtains so no one could see in, he even remembered to make sure to cover over them so no one with a broom could see in, and they’d have privacy. He then used ‘Ex nihilo’ again to conjure up three buckets and handed them to an increasingly green looking Ron and Hermione, took the last bucket and promptly joined the other two in emptying his stomach.

    He was so bloody fucking done with this place!

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  30. Indecisive Bob

    Indecisive Bob Getting out there.

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    I had forgotten about this gem till I saw the update notification. This story has been one hell of a ride so far and I gotta say, this chapter escalated very quickly, lol.
     
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