All Fall Down Chapter Guide

Chapter 1 - Susan
Chapter 2 - Theodore
Chapter 3 - Susan
Chapter 4 - Theodore
Chapter 5 - Susan
Chapter 6 - Theodore
Chapter 7 - Susan
Chapter 8 - Theodore
Chapter 9 - Susan
Chapter 10 - Theodore
Chapter 11 - Susan
Chapter 12 - Theodore
Chapter 13 - Susan
Chapter 14 - Theodore
Chapter 15 - Susan
Chapter 16 - Theodore
Chapter 17 - Susan
Chapter 18 - Theodore
Chapter 19 - Susan
Chapter 20 - Theodore
Chapter 21 - Susan



This FF is going to be set up a bit differently than most, as it is written by two authors. We will alternate posting... from two different perspectives. Have fun!

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The first day I showed up for Auror training, we spent at least fifteen minutes arguing about whether or not I was in the wrong place. One trainer actually patted my shoulder as she suggested I might have struck my head in the lift. Smug Potter just stood there and smirked as they offered to help me find a nice Herbology lab, the loo, and even a pleasant Mediwizard to give me the once over. Just as I was about to reach the point where all my fine hexing skills were displayed, Potter stepped forward and vouched for me.

It stings more than I can say that for all my words, it took only a nod from Harry Potter to let me join the group. Still… I did join, and I didn’t kill or maim anyone that first day. In fact, I managed to make it all the way through the training without making a complete fool of myself. Impressive, especially for a Hufflepuff. Don’t get me wrong… I’m proud to be a Hufflepuff, but I know our reputation. I’ve heard that we’re complete duffers, the people who weren’t interesting enough to make it into any other house. We lost three Gryffindors in the first month of training… not too bad for a duffer.

I feel that maybe I’m getting away from myself. Ernie always said I had a habit of taking a mid-conversation tangent, but I always assumed that bothered him because it meant less time to hear himself talk. I love Ernie, but the boy loves to talk. Again… I digress. I didn’t actually want to be an Auror when I was at Hogwarts. I wanted to go into the Ministry, maybe start as my Auntie’s assistant until I figured out what really interested me. And then Auntie was… well, she was killed by the Dark Lord.

That whole year after she died, when people were disappearing and Hannah’s mum died and it felt like the world couldn’t be more dark, all I thought about was the fact that my Auntie had known she was in danger. She knew that since she stood for what was good and right in the world, people would want to silence her. She was a fighter, and I wanted to take after her in more ways than my name. I wanted to be a fighter too. Bloody shame that Potter killed the Dark Lord before I could finish my training.

Somehow, that left this intimate group of well-trained Aurors to do a lot of cleaning up. We’ve done a couple of odd jobs in organizing all the old Death Eaters and sending them off to the newly renovated Azkaban, but mostly we plan and then plan some more. I didn’t plan on a life of excitement, but this… this is boring. Signing up for saving the world shouldn’t involve me standing guard over Theodore Nott while we rummage through his basement.

I’ve been living off my family’s estate every since I left Hogwarts. Having a convicted felon for a father was less than helpful in securing any sort of position in a worthwhile profession. Shop work is beneath a wizard of my parentage.

It wasn’t long before the Death Eaters came to call at the manor. I told them I never understood why my father had attached himself to a group the way he had and that I would be a hippogryff’s mother before I allowed myself to be branded. Malfoy should have told them as much before they went through all the trouble of knocking on my door and trying to woo me. I don’t need to follow in my father’s footsteps, thank you very much. Besides, I don’t need to torture and kill mudbloods and muggles to prove I’m superior.

Despite my own views, I am the son of a Death Eater so; I don’t know why it surprised me when one day, several months after the defeat of You-Know-Who, a contingent of aurors came to the manor with a search warrant. They were polite enough, asking permission to enter and allowing me to read their documents before they pushed their way into the house. I was forced to hand over my wand after they locked me in my own parlor with one of my former classmates.

I sat in one of the elegant leather reading chairs, my arms resting on the arm rests and an ankle propped on my knee. I sighed and drummed my fingers on the wood end of the armrest while waiting for the aurors to finish their raid. One of them came in briefly and whispered something to young witch they left to guard me. Apparently they didn’t think I was much of a threat. So what were they doing here?

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I told them I never understood why my father had attached himself to a group the way he had and tha”t I would be a hippogryff’s mother before I allowed myself to be branded.

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“Could you stop that? Please?” Maybe I was being too nice to Nott, but a please never hurt anyone. Of course, the glance he gave me that nearly burnt the hair off my head wasn’t very polite… but we were in his house.

I tapped the wands in my pocket and fidgeted in the chair, staring hard at the ceiling out of my boredom. 97, 98, 99… 100 tiles. Interesting. Maybe I should take up a career in tiling ceilings. I would have bet it was more exciting than babysitting the cranky Slytherin alum. Who. Kept. Tapping. On. His. Chair.

I straightened, ready to tie him up for a bit of silence when one of the older team members came into the room and saved Nott from… something bad. “Bring Nott to the basement. We’ve found some items we want to discuss with him.” Kendall turned on his heel and left the room in a billow of robes without another word.

I bounced from the chair with a lot more enthusiasm than was warranted by the situation, but I was just happy to be moving. “Get up, Mr. Nott. We’re going for a walk.” He glared at me yet again and rose stiffly from his chair. Merlin, that man had a nasty glare on him. I smiled sweetly and prodded him towards the door with his own wand before sticking the wand back in my pocket. “Be nice, Mr. Nott, and I’ll even let you have your wand back.”

The wizard left after he said whatever he had to say. She seemed excited by whatever it was. This girl was entirely too cheerful. I wasn’t surprised with her demeanor; she’d been one of those Puffs, after all. The horde must have made it into the basement, despite the wards and locks. I wasn’t stupid enough to keep dark objects in plain sight. They had always been stored in the basement and I’d made certain the worst of the stuff was hidden in a secret vault that I seriously doubt they’d ever find. At least, I assumed they found something since they suddenly required my presence and still kept possession of my wand.

I walked slightly ahead of the bouncy auror, my face blank as we moved through the lavish rooms until we came to the library. She gestured for me to continue ahead of her down the spiral staircase located behind a bookshelf which had been pulled out from the wall. Our shoes tapped in unison as the descended the wrought iron stairs and I could hear the voices of the aurors below.

I was accosted almost as soon as my foot touched the last step. Several objects were paraded in front of me as the auror questioned me. Except that it sounded more like a lecture with a few rhetorical questions tossed in to make it sound like an interrogation. “Do you realize what this is and what it could do? If this ever fell into the hands of muggles…” and on it went. I was given nothing to actually respond to.

When the auror did finally get around to asking something constructive he was interrupted by a few shouts. He signaled to the young witch behind me to keep watch before sweeping off to join his colleagues. When I noticed what direction he was heading and heard someone mention hitting ‘pay dirt’ I started forward, ignoring Bones’ (that’s right, I’d almost forgotten her name) protests that I was to stay put. I rounded the corner with Bones at my heels, surprised she hadn’t tried to hex me, and stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw, looking down through the open vault trapdoor. I shouted down to them, “No, don’t touch that!” But, it was too late…

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Maybe I should take up a career in tiling ceilings. I would have bet it was more exciting than babysitting the cranky Slytherin alum.

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I shouted down to them, “No, don’t touch that!” But, it was too late…

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We're wondering if the format is easy to read. Since both are in first person... is it easy to tell who is talking?

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The least the horrid man could do was stand still and let me guard him properly, but while I was busy staring at a large pile of something hairy looking, he started to move towards the group of Aurors. “Hey… hey,” I chased after him, trying to keep up. If I could, I would have planted myself in his way, but he had a head start on me.

“You can’t just… Nott! Nott, you need to stop, or they’ll just hurt you and then… oh, you idiot.” I groaned and doubled my pace, only to end up bouncing off of his back as he came to an abrupt stop. Opening my mouth to question him again, I caught sight of his face and closed my mouth with a snap. He looked scared or horrified or just generally very concerned about whatever he saw. I pushed around him and stared into the vault, just as Nott began to yell at the men inside.

His yelling didn’t effect me much, mostly because I couldn’t hear them over the insistent rumbling and snapping going on around us. “What did you do?” I grabbed Nott’s arm and tried to keep my feet, but it seemed that the ground was moving as well. The men standing in the vault dropped the box they’d been shaking and scrambled in our direction. I rolled up my sleeves to step forward in order to pull them from the hole, when something heavy and solid hit me from behind.

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I can tell who's who. I'm loving this. *waits breathlessly for more*

I'm liking it so far. I love the two first person perspectives, very refreshing. It's like an RP but not quite.

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Thanks for all the comments. We're having quite a fun time with this.

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Now they’d done it. By the time I yelled down, they had the box in their grubby hands and of course they wouldn’t heed my warnings. Idiots. As soon as they disturbed it, I knew what would happen. Bones was leaning, evidently to assist her fellow aurors but, there wasn’t time. Just before the earth began to shake I lunged forward, knocking into her from behind. I rolled with her until my back slammed into something solid and the house crashed down on top of us.

We were buried in the debris and I was stiff and sore from my reckless and I might add, selfless stunt to get myself and my former classmate to some modicum of safety. It wasn’t much but, the muggle steel-reinforced cubby my great grandfather built had held up when the rest of the house, enchanted as it was, fell. I’m glad no one had bothered to tell my father about this spot or he would have torn it up. I may not like interacting with muggles but, in this particular instance, I was glad for what little ingenuity they had.

I tried to move but the Hufflepuff had me pinned to the wall. I had no wand and with the whole house on top of us, there was no light to speak of. I wanted to see how much room we had and if we would be able to get out of this mess sometime soon. “Miss?”

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I like the fact its very different, because it's two characters who we know, but not exhaustively.
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Hi there! I'm a new reader! This is a very interesting fic. I like how you have both characters written in the first person. It makes for a good read! Keep up the great work!

The world was dark. It was hot and dusty and smelled like metal… or maybe that was blood in my mouth? Mostly, though, it was just dark. I couldn’t express for the life of me how much I hurt, but I ached all over. My head pounded and my limbs were sore. My chest twinged every time I breathed, and I wondered briefly if I had a broken rib or three.

The oddest part, aside from the heat and the dark, was that whatever I was laying on was soft and a bit squishy. It seemed like ages that I lay there, wondering what had happened and what we all would do about it, when all of a sudden the world started to move again. I nearly gasped out loud before I realized I was on top of Nott and that he was in fact talking to me.

“You'd think that after you knocked down a house on me, you'd at least have the decency to remember my name?" Granted, I was a bit rude, but my eyes were watering from the pain in my ribs, and something wet was running into my eyes. Plus, I hated that I’d gone to school with a gaggle of people for seven years, and many of them didn’t know my name. They didn’t even pretend to know it.

I shook my head at my own ill humor and tried to roll off of him, but I couldn’t get any purchase. Shoving against his chest proved that there was something very wrong with my wrist, and I stifled a gasp of pain. Nott either thought I wasn’t a happy addition to his sweater or I was hurting him. Either way, he helped me off with a hard shove that did nothing to soothe my aching body. “I didn't knock the house down on you; your idiotic Auror friends did. Don't they teach you not to touch unknown objects in Auror training?” His voice made it abundantly clear how much he despised me.

In spite of myself, I grunted in pain as I hit the ground hard. “You know, I vaguely remember that lesson, but it was overshadowed by the ones on removing Dark Objects from the hands of Death Eaters.” I rubbed my rear end and stared up into the darkness, hoping for the slightest glimmer… any indication that the entire world wasn’t sitting on top of us right now.

Nott’s voice broke through the darkness, snapping me back to where we were. “You don't know I'm a Death Eater.” I ignored him, rolling over so I could grope along in the space to find an opening. Honestly… I was not stupid. Why did they always persist in making me out to be stupid?

Finally, the heavy silence between us could no longer be borne. “Of course you're a Death Eater, Mr. Nott. Regardless of what you think, I'm not a fool." I sat back on my knees and growled. "So... we're stuck.”

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My body felt like it was one big bruise and all she could do was prattle on about me being a Death Eater. She had no idea. Why did people automatically assume that if you weren’t a ‘good guy’ you were a Death Eater? Couldn’t a guy just be a freelance dabbler in the Dark Arts? Did he have to be a toadie? "And what brought you to that conclusion, Miss I'm-not-a-fool-but-I-sure-am-acting-like-one," I sneered, though the effect was somewhat lost in the darkness.

"Fine... let's say that I know someone who hangs out with a bunch of members of... a garden club. His father is actually a famous gardener. When I come to his house, I find a trowel and a bag of manure." I could tell she had a big stupid grin on her face as the humor colored her voice, as if she had just made an irrefutable point. "What else can I suspect but that he's a gardener?"

“Clever,” I sighed, exasperated. "However, the difference between that analogy and this situation is that a trowel and manure are only used by gardeners. The Dark Arts aren't exclusive to Death Eaters,"

I stifled my laughter as my statement produced the desired effect: stunned silence. It was nice and peaceful in the pitch dark, though the true meaning of her earlier comment about us being stuck was starting to sink in. I was going to be stuck with this Hufflepuff until someone found us or she decided it would be a good time to try and use one of their wands. Then, she had to go and ruin the moment by talking again. Susan was quiet for a long time. "I'm bleeding," she offered in a small voice.

"Well good for you," I replied, irritated as I finally tried to move. I was sore all over but the worst of it was in my back. I must have slammed into the wall a lot harder than I thought. As I felt behind me, I found a few scattered pieces of the house. I had anticipated bumping up against a flat surface, not debris. Some self-serving Slytherin I turned out to be; I wonder if she still thought I was a Death Eater after saving her life. "I think you broke my back," I countered her remark.

I heard her shuffling around and before I knew it, I felt her leg brush against me. I leaned back against the wall, my knees up and my arms resting on them. I hoped she didn’t touch me again. I was dirty enough without getting her blood all over me, assuming it hadn’t got on me when I was rolling her to cover. "How could I have hurt you when you're the one who tackled me? I'm not the one who... what happened anyway?"

Merlin, she was annoying. She couldn’t leave well enough alone, she had to stick salt in my wounds, too. She was going to make me explain that I’d saved her life, wasn’t she? Crap. There goes my image. Well, at least it would make her Death Eater story a little less credible because I’ll admit having a basement full of dark objects wasn’t helping my case any. "They shook the box. Why in Merlin's name would they have shaken a box?" I asked her by way of an explanation. "And, for the record, if I hadn't tackled you, you would be crushed, dead."

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