Okay, so this isn't an update and it has nothing to do with the story, and actually it's really more geared as an explanation to Obi-Wan K'Lari I am the master! *whuuoof*

But I guess it'll tie in with the next post and any of my fics you all might have already read that have talking animals in them but ...

Fairy Furries!

LOL In my defense, I grew up reading about talking animals so it's only natural I always use them in my stories ... especially Good night, y'all. Happy New Year :bubbly: c-y'all soon ... with an update ... promise.

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Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh! I read it, by the way

Very cool! I see Rapunzel and Cinderella in their But I think my fairytale knowledge is a bit rough, so that could be wrong

The White Cat rocks Especially that bit with the 'find the most beautiful lady' thing...I was like

But, in relation to this story....yay for White Cats

Wow! That first bit was...woah! Nynevah is very good! The way she stunned all of them and made the compartment dark is just...OMG! Spider? Managing to use Legilemency (sp?) on Bellatrix? OMG! Aw! Poor Neville having to see through that! Bellatrix is so mean! Plain evil! I'm so glad he's being out through what she's put other people through. Good on Spider. Woah! Narcissa! I wasn't happy that she done it but you've got to give the woman credit for being able to do things so quickly! I hope Neville and Luna are alright! OMG! Who came in? This is so anticipating! Great post! Loved it! Can't wait for more!
Kita

OH NO!! I didn't know this was all HBP based 'cause I'm only on chapter 3 on the book but......I CAN'T HELP IT! I AM SUBSCRIBING!

Human Nature Book: III I think ...
The train battle for Hogwarts (continued) ... ad nauseum. I'm working on finishing this and moving the story along to happier climes, before dropping the hammer
By Ottery St. Catchpole 'natch

Book III: A new beginning … or old friends meet new ends …

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by


The boys, Teddy, Ottery and Angel walked in to a new compartment not knowing what to expect, what new horrible sight they might find. They had left behind tears and wounds, screaming, fighting and yelling, a battlefield in a war that had suddenly exploded on all the students at Hogwarts.

And the students were not doing so well. Barely holding their own.

The boys knew that if help didn’t come soon or if they didn’t take control of the situation, it might soon be too late to save the Hogwarts Express and everyone on it.

There had been casualties. With no one in charge everyone fought small skirmishes. A battle on a train was not a situation where any one person could easily take command, and a bunch of magic students did not make an army.

The members of Dumbledore’s Army however, were taking charge leading the younger students along with some prefects and the head boy and girl, as a ragtag guerilla group if not as an army of commandos.

“Miss X!” Ottery exclaimed on spotting the tall leggy brunette with the wand and the winning smile.

“Oh, hey honey, how are things?” she asked politely as she kicked a Death Eater out of an open window, then took her wand and fired a few stunning spells and deflected another at a group of Death Eaters trying to come in from the compartment across from them.

“Oh, you know, just hanging out, trying not to get killed. But what are you doing here?” the dark haired boy asked, hiding behind her from a killing curse.

“Whose the skirt?” Teddy interjected blasting the offending Death Eater.

“Charming friends you have, Otts,” the woman with the long dark hair replied and winked. “Hi Angel, long time no see.” She waved at the grey haired boy.

“Not long enough you vicious, little, banshee, harpy witch!” the boy exclaimed looking away annoyed.

“Still sore about the gold in Angola?” she asked.

“No, I’m miffed about the stolen magical artifacts in Bangkok. Those are rightfully mine,” the grey haired boy replied.

“I stole them fair and square, Angel. If you want I’d give you a fair price on them,” she teased.

“You still have them?”

“Hel no, I sold them ages ago but I’d steal them back for you,” she answered with a smile.

“I think I’m in love,” Teddy interjected. He grinned wickedly at the young woman who was at least ten years older than he.

“I think I’m going to shoot you both,” Ottery sighed. “Miss X-”

“Actually it’s Mrs., Ottery, and it’s Mrs. Jones.”

Teddy grinned even more wickedly at that and laughed, Angel sighed and Ottery blushed.

“It’s nice to meet you then, Miss --”

“Missus,“ she corrected.

“Mrs. Jones,” the dark haired boy blushed. “But why are you here?”

“Sebastian Shaw sent me.”

“Ottery is mine,” Angel replied to that and took the boy by the wrist.

Teddy fired a spell which Angel easily deflected though it had caused him to let go of the dark haired boy.

“Ottery isn’t anyone’s,” Teddy started.

“Thank you Teddy--”

“Except mine. He’s my gopher, goofball, target. Whatever I need, when I need it. Kind of a like a personal secretary that doubles as a decoy so you don't get shot, you know?"

Ottery glared at the boy, “Yeah, thanks Teds. Forgot friend in there somewhere did you?”

“T’Weren’t nothing,’” Teddy replied.

“I know,” Ottery shot back and went on again. “I still don’t know what you and Angel are doing here.”

“I am just going to school,” Angel replied.

“I go wherever you go Otts. How else am I gonna keep you out of trouble?”

“You don’t usually, Teddy. Half my troubles are usually because of you but that’s beside the point. I meant, Mrs. Jones. What are you doing here?”

“I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher,” she smiled, and winked.

Angel’s jaw dropped open.

“Wicked,” Teddy interjected.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Angel added.

“A whatta what?” Ottery exclaimed.

“I was just kidding,” Mrs. Jones replied. “I’m here because Sebastian Shaw sent me to watch out for you, Otts.”

“Wow,” Ottery exclaimed. “Shaw must think I’m important to his plans. I could totally be useful to him in the war against Voldemort.”

“Well, you and Harry Potter. Honestly, Harry more than you but …”

“Wait, Harry? I knew we’d forgotten something,” Ottery replied.

♥

Replies:

HannahLongbottom: Hey Jools ... I'm glad you liked Nynevah, she's one of my readers can you guess?

And you used pwns (which is pronounced owns) correctly.

Connie: Glad you liked it Connie.

Obi-Wan K'Lari: Nynevah is not with Sebastian Lari which isn't to say she doesn't have other allegiances

Spider IS with Sebastian, you're tooooooooo perceptive Lari +1000 points! and Level up 1

SenoritaMaxie: I secretly envy your ability to write like a zillion fics and they're all good. I know, I've peeked. Sadly, I can only do the one or two ... but I'm glad you're still reading. Your story PWNS.

I"m kewl with you liking Bellatrix, I do too, even though she's evil As for the Mummy bit I try to inject humor where I can

And yes, I ♥ cliffies. You know this ... little miss ... what the heck came out to eat Nicola ...

Obi-Wan K'Lari: I'm glad you liked my essay Lari. I just wrote it to write it, that's why it's an Lj entry but then I thought ... this is like the perfect answer to Lari's question of why I'm always playing around with talking cats, foxes, and that pesky crow in the station did you all forget him? Well don't ...

hermionesclone: Hey Kita. I'm glad everyone liked Nynevah, honestly she was going to be a short cameo but since you all like her ... I'm going to expand her role ...

Spider is pretty powerful, Kita, that's why he could take on Bella, but Bella and Narcissa would have been a bit ... daunting, and Narcissa caught him by surprise, but honestly I think he could hold his own against them together but again, they would have worn him down ... maybe? It's too close to call because honestly, Bella and Narcissa fought in the first war so ... they're not exactly lightweights when it comes to the Dark Arts, now are they? Bella's been in prison for years so you know she's had to learn to hold her own ... and Narcissa while she's led a coddled life she's been free to practice her skills even if in secret.

See kiddies? I think these things out I don't just randomly write crazyness All my crazyness is to a purpose.

mushroomweasley: Welcome aboard Mushroom I hope you don't mind the nickname, though I'm curious why you chose that username? Did I miss something in one of the books? *is looking for an excuse to go back and reread them

Honestly, Mushrommweasley you don't have much to worry about ... uhm, while this is supposed to be my version of book 6 ... looking back on the story ... I left canon behind ages ago so you shouldn't have any spoilers. If I do post any I will let you know at the top of the post, deal?

All: I love you girls and guys for reading my fic. Seriously, do. You all are too kewl. I'm sorry this whole train fight has taken so much time ... I promise I'll fix it up soon and I'll lighten things up. Also, as soon as the train fight is over ... another recap so we're all on the same page. Thank you all for not abandoning ship. I won't abandon this story when I have such loyal readers. I promise it will have a long plot and a proper ending. But first ... I have to get us all off the train, no?

That special training came in handy. Dumbledore's Army forever! Yea
I love how cute Teddy is when he's innocent of what's going on. Or at least when he makes everyone think he doesn't know what's going on. But, he's still just as lovable being the pill that he is.
Is Ottery and Harry going to end up at Sebastion's? I don't know that that's a good thing. Can't wait to read your next post.

Hmmm?

LOL! This was funny. That's what you call 'calm in critical situations,' I believe. VERY calm. =DD


LOL! You crack me up, Otts. TOTALLY crack me up.

=DD

You flatterer, you! *pounces*

Nicola? Nicola, who? But I do love to make ordinary events seem ... extra-ordinary. Or the someone-ate-someone type.

Just saying.

Ooooo! Super cool

:eyeroll:






Hopefully she's on the side of the not-insane-honorable-good-guys

AHAHAHHAHA! Ahem...Yay Although...he's a bit sadistic...so not yay?

Crow? *goes to look*

I loved this entry by the way, especially the description in the beginning of the uh...state of things

Harry clutched Hermione in his arms, “Hermione. Hermione sweetie please wake up. Please!” he pleaded to deaf ears.

A porter entered the compartment. “Is she all right?”

“Expelliarmus!” Harry replied.

The man’s wand flew out of the man’s hands, clattered to the ground and the porter stood holding his hand like a child stunned at being struck for trying to eat one too many cookies.

The man grumbled, “What’d you do that for, Potter?”

“Get back or the next one’s a hex!” the boy threatened.

The disguise fell like a cloak, disappearing in smoke at the man’s feet. “You think you’re a smart one do you, boy?”

“We don’t travel alone,” a woman exclaimed appearing out of nowhere. The anti-apparating spell on the train was obviously no longer working.

Harry fired off a hex which she deflected. The white haired woman laughed using a shield spell to keep her and the other Death Eater from being blasted by Harry‘s attacks.

“You’d best surrender now, boy. We’ve taken the train and you’re not going anywhere,” another Death Eater said from the door at the other end of the compartment. He ducked as Harry flung a fallen trunk at him.

Harry knew he couldn’t keep them all at bay for long but he would try.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” he said as he fired more spells. “I’m so sorry.”

♥

The boy smiled as he entered the luggage compartment. It had not been easy getting there through all the fighting. He’d scurried about when he’d had to, to avoid being seen, and when he’d had to he had blasted a few people along the way.

“And what pray tell are you doing here?” a voice from up above asked. “Isn’t there enough fighting going on out there to keep you amused?”

The boy simply smiled as his gaze fixed on a white cat sitting above the door of the compartment above him an open vent.

“Maxie, the name’s Maxie Zeus.”

“Pleased to meet you, I’m sure,” the cat replied. If he intended to introduce himself he showed no inclination to do so now.

“I’ve always thought people I’m going to spell should know my name,” lied Maxie.

“You’re not very swift kid,” the cat replied, “we’re both on the same side. I’m a Death Eater, too.”

“That’s just it. I’m not a Death Eater, I’m just a lowly student!” the boy remarked and blasted the spot where the cat had sat.

“Well, I guess my allegiance is out,” the cat replied running out of the compartment through the open vent. Maxie watched him fleeing.

He didn’t like talking cats, those pesky things were always trouble. Maxie sighed wondering if the nasty curious little beast had been snooping in his possessions.

He walked over to Draco Malfoy’s trunk, popped it open. Nothing interesting there, ridiculously foppish clothing, a few items of questionable use and ownership including invisible ink, and some Weasleys wizard wheezes products, which surprised him considering how he hated the Weasleys. The lack of books did not surprise him, however.

Next he looked through Blaise Zabini’s bag, and found a few interesting magazines, including Wizard Vogue, the muggle Vanity Fair, and Tiger Beat. Pansy Parkinson’s trunk is where he found a shrunken head that did not take nicely to being ejected from the train through an open window. Eventually, Maxie made his way to his own luggage, cuddling his right hand in his left one after the stinging spell he had received trying to open Teddy D. Bear’s trunks.

Having checked the trunks of all those person’s of interest he stopped to sit to catch his breath. Heaving heavy trunks around was back breaking work, thank Morgaine for house elves, this wasn’t a job fit for people. Which left only his trunk, Maxie was worried about the contents but they were guarded by heavy spells. It was necessary, given the delicate nature of his ‘package’ and the necessary delivery of said items to certain individuals, in the exact state they had been given to him. Maxie’s boss did not take kindly to failure, and Maxie was not fond of the metallic acrid taste of defeat either.

His was a dusty old trunk, made to look like any other so as not to draw attention to itself, old brown leather, beaten and covered with old stickers from around the globe. Maxie blew the dust off of it and the spell wavered revealing it for what it truly was, a fancy black leather trunk with gold chains and locks all of which opened at a wave of his hand. He did not immediately open the trunk but whispered a few incantations for it to release it’s lock and allow him to check the contents.

Meanwhile on the roof of the train, Prince the white cat screamed obscenities into the rushing air and vowed revenge against Maxie as soon as he could get into another compartment.

♥

U_U; Uh, uhm, sorry no, Connie. That's not one of those instances. Teddy does know what's going on ... he really does think like that about Ottery but that's okay ... he doesn't know he secretly loves his best pal, if he did then he'd really try to kill him, because Teddy doesn't like weaknesses like feelings.

Teddy is not a pill. He's a teddy bear who for this fic, became a human boy.

And no Conners, neither Ottery or Harry end up with Sebastian at the end of this train wreck Did I just drop a massive spoiler? Or is it just more commentary on the state of this poor fic

Mmhmm.

Mrs. Jones has been in a lot of trouble, let's just say, so she's not easily flustered ...

I only speak the truth Max.

Thank you Obi

You mean rolleyes

Yeah that was fake

I fail to see the humor, Lari

The not-Teddy-and-Otty list you mean like Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

I don't know Lari, whatever it takes to win, no? We'll have to see Ottery's reaction to the deaths of ... I was about to spoil ...

The crow watching everything where this wicked evil loooooooooooong chapter begins, you know, when they get to the train station. You don't remember? Yeah, I can't blame you this chapter needs to end, soon.

You roxors Lari I'm glad you're always here ... you encourage me. I love my readers.

Look everyone, SS borrowed my siggy idea



The moral of this story is: Stay out of Teddy's trunks unless you're invited

I love how smart Harry is in this story. They should have gotten you to write Harry in the HBP movie. I love Harry's determination to survive. And then, he proceeds to snoop in everyone's trunks. So funny! At least we don't have evil Santa greeting us anymore.
I love your story, and if you read it straight through, the train ride isn't too long. I guess it seems like a long time because of periods of time without any posts. I like the train ride. It's exciting, sad, funny, scary, dark... Everything I need to make me want to read more. Watching for your next post.

OMG, Ottery!!!! I almost forgot about all these Fics!!!! I'm sooooooooo sorry, I forgot my password and I used to spend most of my Innternet time on only and only facebook!!!!!!

I hate it when deatheathers arrive unexpectedly out of nowhere and poor helpless Harry acn't even do anything about it.

(Who says he can't do anything about it?? Of course he can!!!)

Loved it as usual!!!!! PAMS!!!!!

XOXO,
Tina.

Aw, Harry and Hermione's cute



Ahahaha, Prince is pwnage

Yush

Blatant truths are always fun

Teehee! Aw, Otty's not that bad...Teddy I can believe but the Otter? *pets*

I'm going to make guesses and see...just to be evil

Oooooh, right Couldn't be Mrs Jones could it?

*tackles* Can't wait for more

Not much time for long replies, I'm sorry.

Connie: Harry's always been smart Connie except when it comes to his feelings which make him do stupid things ... and all of Ootp, but we don't need to go there ... I think Hermione went there waaaaaaaay too often in Ootp herself. Oh, and the whole Draco thing, yeah, in HBP. Dumb. But by DH he's learned his lesson and doesn't go lookin' for the wrong thing. I'm being purposely vague cuz of HBP & DH spoilers ... I swear I didn't think there were people on earth who hadn't read the books yet.

Prongs.RJGirl: Thanks for being my neighbor in Farmville Tina You rock. Now I can expand my ranch again I needed it. I want a lot of little animals

Neways, I loved your story and I wish you would keep going on with it, but I understand writer's block so of course I'm loyal to your story. If you post again I'll be there ... and thanks for still reading mine.

Obi-Wan K'Lari: Harry and Hermione were cute, Lari. Were.

Yeah, Maxie doesn't know about Teddy yet.

If Prince is here ... you can expect friends ... maybe

I love blatant truths Lari, they let me be all I know but why did you say it? I'm bad. *loves playing the straight man*

I can't say who is going to die but ... there will be blood ... Ouch *otty gets a paper cut* See? The carnage begins.

♥

Meanwhile back at the ranch ...

“So, this has gone on long enough. I think I’ve forgotten the plot of this story!” Ottery exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s time to man up,” Teddy exclaimed taking out a cigar. “It’s time to be heroes!”

“Or die trying!” Ottery added.

Teddy looked at the dark haired boy funny, “You die a hero. I’m just gonna be the hero.”

“Okay, so …” Angel started.

“We take the train of course,” Mrs. Jones exclaimed. “I’ll take Teddy and do that. Angel you and Ottery find Harry Potter. He's the one the Death Eaters are after.”

“Wait a minute, I don’t trust your little Angel, here,” Teddy started giving the boy a dirty look and puffing smoke at his face.

"That's funny, because I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. And I can do a pretty mean flight spell." the grey haired boy blew the smoke back at Teddy with his wand.

Teddy took out his wand and was rolling up his sleeves as Ottery stood between them.

"Boys, boys," Ottery exclaimed.

“Baby, we don’t have time. It’s time to save the world. Are you going to sit this out or are you going to blow something up? I need a hero …” Mrs. Jones said, she winked and it was over. Teddy had become her willing puppy.

“Okay let’s split up gang,” Ottery exclaimed and ran with Angel behind him.

“Why do you keep that neanderthal around anyways,” the boy asked.

“Firstly, Teddy’s not a Neanderthal and I’ll thank you not to call him that. Secondly, he’s my best mate. He and I go back a long time … a long, long time.”

“He’s also maniacally violent and has a penchant for destruction.”

“Qualities that come in very handy in my line of work. More than you can possibly imagine. Give him some time, you’ll get to like him. And what the devil are you doing here, seriously?”

Angel grinned wickedly. He wouldn't say. Instead he pointed his wand ahead. “Friends of yours?”

“Ginny, Ron!” Ottery exclaimed running at them.

“Oh Ottery, you’re all right,” Ginny yelled running into the boy’s arms.

“Yeah, cupcake I’m super. I’ve managed not to get myself killed.”

“That’s a first,” Ron said, and Ottery turned and tackled the red haired boy to the ground.

“Oh my god Ron if anything had happened to you …” he cried.

“Otts, its okay I’m fine … so long as you get off and don’t squeeze so hard or you’ll crack a rib.”

“I see they're more than friends,” Angel said a little annoyed. “Aren’t we supposed to be saving Harry Potter and the world or something?”

The train lurched suddenly.

“That can’t be good,” Ottery remarked. There was another explosion and the train lurched again.

“We’re running out of time, Otters,” Angel said picking the boy up by his collar.

The four of them ran off down the train screaming after Harry.

Elsewhere.

“I’ll blow this whole bloody train up if I have to. Now get out of the lady’s way or I’ll blow you out of the way,” Teddy threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare,” the Death Eater remarked.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Mrs. Jones said as she cast a shield charm.

“Inflamo!” Teddy exclaimed causing a gigantic explosions where the woman had been standing blowing her out of the compartment.

“I think I’m falling for you, Teddy,” Mrs. Jones told the brown haired boy.

“Wanna ditch the hero business and get some butterbeers,” the boy asked her cheekily.

“Nope. Sorry love, my boss wouldn’t take kindly to it.”

“Suit yourself.”

♥

Author's Note: I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly ...

~Otts, I absolutly loved this post! Everything about it was, well, wonderful. Sometimes I get so excited about how good and fresh, and how much I want to read much, much more, I'm sorry, but I just can't say anything else. You're saying Teddy's qualities come in handy right? He always has another agenda. One of these times we'll find out? Of coarse, don't answer this, I like trying to put things together. Great post ~OTTS.

Okay, seriously: PWNAGE POST! A*** OtterMan

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. If I think you're going to do what you're going to do? Although, it could just mean R/Hr....which is good I like R/Hr

Really? Is G here too? *has convieniently forgotten how to spell his name*

Thus...OtterMan...hero...or thieving villain? DUM DUM DUM!

I say Draco...'cause I feel like it or Spider...YES...him.

Aw!



Btw, that song is really catchy I've only heard it a few times but I like it

Chapter: Video killed the radio star …

And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.

Oh-a oh

You were the first one.
Oh-a oh

You were the last one.


“That isn’t very nice Spider,” the woman exclaimed. “Crucio!”

The man fell to the ground his bald head slamming into the hard wood floor with a loud thunk almost as if he had been thrown against the floor his eyes wide open but his mouth clamped tightly shut as Bellatrix got up and kicked him in the face. “You basilisk! How dare you?!” Taking her wand she cast the same spell on the prone figure. He flopped like a fish out of water, again refusing to let out cries of agony though the pain was present in his eyes and tortured face.

Neville knew it would only be a matter of seconds before they noticed him and Luna. His wand in his hand, the Gryffindor grabbed the girl and helping her up Neville kissed her on the lips. Full, fast and far too quickly for his liking. “I’m getting you out of here Luna,” he said, “ now run!”

As Luna stood there still in that instant of awe all shock and sweet surprise Neville pushed her in front of him and out of the compartment barely turning around in time to cast a shield spell.

“Stupid hero!” Narcissa exclaimed.

“I’m no hero,” the boy replied gritting his teeth. The young Gryffindor was tired and the shield spell was zapping the last reserves of his strength, but he had to buy Luna time to escape. He pulled a small plant out of his pocket, a tiny thing in a little plastic pot. Neville had reached for it as a last thought before he rushed out of the compartment unaware that he would need it or use it. The young Gryffindor had meant to show it to Professor Sprout but … well, that was before the school train had been hijacked and the Death Eaters had openly declared war on the wizarding world. Neville cast a water spell and threw it on the ground. It exploded in a growth of vines flinging out growing at an exponential rate covering most of the compartment in seconds.

“Let’s hasten out of here sister, we’ve done what we came to do,” Narcissa said.

“But I’m not done with this oaf,” Bellatrix screamed still spelling Spider Robinson. “Or that one,” she said firing at Neville who was barely able to keep her spell at bay.

“That plant is going to take up this compartment in seconds and then it’s going to suck all the air out … we’re not going to be able to breathe, Bella,” Narcissa warned. Her sister looked at her even as she watched her captor writhing on the ground. Disbelief battled desire and truth. "I know this plant Bellatrix there's no killing it once it starts, it's worse than Devil's Snare."

“Fine. Avada Kadavra!” Bellatrix screamed at Neville firing the shot. The boy fell to the ground. The plant withering next to him where it had been blasted. Still, the rest of it continued to grow.

From the other side of the compartment Luna screamed banging at the door unable to get in. Spider, for his part, had taken advantage of the brief distraction and disapparated lest his hostess want to indulge him in more of her hospitality.

"He escaped the blasted fool!" Bellatrix screamed. She turned to spell Luna but a large portion of the vine, the size of a small tree trunk grew quickly over the window in the door covering her.

Narcissa looked at her sister. Her expression said everything. It was time to go. The Malfoy woman put her mask over her face and then disapparated. The plant tore through the compartment all around the cabin still growing out of control leaving no room to stand in much less to breathe. With one last look at the fallen boy she had killed, Bellatrix left. No joyful sneer, but a heart heavy with vengeance if she could get her hands on Spider Robinson.

♥

Thank you Lari and Connie, you girls pwn the universe. I'm going to do some fanart for both of you just cuz you're so faithful to my fics. I'm seriously touched ... I'll post a link laterz. For now ... no time for replies, I'm off to bed. But thank you for always reading and posting.

~Otts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Neville just tripped, or he fainted, or, or just didn't have anymore strength to go on at the moment, or fell over his own feet, or something else happened. Neville? Dead? Please say it ain't so!?!?!? Tremendous post Otts, you must post the next possible moment you get.

So Neville

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH NEVILLE! Noooo Please tell me he just fainted at just the right moment....yeah...you didn't say it hit him... *has gotten good at telling when deaths are fake in anime*

Major shock post I love it...I just hope he didn't die

Three against one is not fair odds, but Harry stood his ground, holding onto Hermione huddled in a heap in a corner of the train compartment. It was then that a thunderbolt tore through the compartment blasting a hole in the ceiling. In the ensuing chaos, Harry dropped his wand, but the boy would not let go of Hermione to get it.

“It would appear that this little battle is over chosen one,” the woman with white hair proclaimed.

“Villainy,” her companion, who was staring out of the new skylight tapped her on the shoulder.

“Not now Exeter, can’t you see, this is my moment of triumph and no one is going to ruin this for me. Bellatrix can move over, I am going to be the Dark Lord’s …”

“Villainy!” the other man screamed. Behind them the compartment door blasted open.

“It’s more over than you think Villainy!” Ottery exclaimed coughing and brushing the dust from his face. "Gah, they never show this in the movies ..." the boy coughed, "some heroic entrance."

“Inflamo!” Ginny exclaimed exploding the other side of the train compartment.

“Ginny what the …?!” Ottery exclaimed.

“She must have learned it from the Neanderthal,” Angel remarked stepping next to Ottery.

“Avada Kedavra!” a forbidden spell went whizzing past Ottery. It sent a chill down his spine, as he’d missed that particular green tinged curse too often barely by the skin of his teeth. But, what was more jarring still was that the curse had come from behind him not the Death Eaters in front of him and the curse had not been aimed at him.

Next to him Angel acted quickly, the grey haired boy threw himself at the female Death Eater, Villainy, pushing her down and kicked the other man, Exeter, off his feet a split instant before the spell flew between them.

Ottery turned around in time to see Ron pushing him out of the way. The red haired boy ran towards Harry who was holding Hermione in his arms.

“Is she all right, Harry?!” the boy screamed in pained agony.

Harry couldn’t face Ron, he turned away as Ron took the bushy haired girl from his arms. The girl who’d fought with him on so many occasions who constantly put him in his place, who secretly made Ron try harder at everything, who made him … well, she made him happier, the boy suddenly realized. She lay in his arms like a lifeless doll.

“Hermione,” the boy whispered standing up, “please Hermione, you can’t … you can’t leave me, baby. You can’t … I … I love you.”

Ron was not crying but his face was contorted in the most horrible mask of pain Ottery had ever seen. An unbidden anger came at him from inside, that anyone could hurt an innocent like Hermione, that anyone could hurt his Ronald Weasley, who was dearer to Ottery than just a mate, however unrequited that love, and he found himself crying and screaming.

“Oh f-,” Angel exclaimed as he saw the dark haired boy running out of the compartment.

Over the course of a lifetime there are many things a person can acquire: wealth, friends, enemies, knowledge, with the exception of wealth Ottery had an overabundance of the others and of particular interest in this instant was his knowledge.

“The best defense against the dark arts” Ottery’s first teacher had said that first day of class in Hogwarts back in 1915, “is to know the dark arts you’re fighting. You cannot best your enemy unless you know him.”

That had led Ottery on a constant quest to know the dark arts, not to practice them so much as to know how they worked … Teddy had helped him there with the rudimentary mechanics and how the spells worked but until that day he had not made use of them. Still, when one is pushed over the edge …

“Crucio!” Ottery exclaimed putting a man to his knees. As a woman walked into the compartment he gazed into her eyes and hexed her, “Imperio!”

“Go! Stop them! I don’t care how, I don’t care what happens to you and neither do you, just do it!” the dark haired boy commanded her and the Death Eater walked out ready to betray her comrades with no care for her own safety, an automaton of death.

Elsewhere on the train …

Teddy stopped and turned to look at Mrs. Jones. “Oh crap!”

“What? Are you hit?”

“No, it’s Ottery … we need to stop this train right flippin’ now!”

Teddy blasted open a window. “Hold me,” he asked.

“I don’t think this is the right time …”

“My legs, toots. Hold my legs while I hang out the window. I'm gonna stop this train the hard way!” Teddy exclaimed.

While Mrs. Jones held his legs Teddy dangled out of the train window pointed his wand at the train tracks ahead of them and fired a spell.

Teddy’s spell had been aimed at the tracks ahead of the train and they expanded busting the tracks breaking them apart as the train ran for them the first car jumped the tracks and crashed into a forest. It was followed by car after car jackknifing and slamming one into the other. Flocks of birds took to the skies as trees tumbled, windows shattered, wood splintered, the world exploded in chaos as compartments flipped over, students flew out of windows, people died and in what seemed like an agonizing eternity the Hogwarts Express came to its final stop.

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I must say that your emotional response has left me quite speechless ...



Perceptive Lari but ... this isn't anime. Besides, if I already whacked Ernie, Hermione, Colin and Cormac* ... *Teddy interrupts* Oh yeah, they don't know about uhm ... Why wouldn't I whack Neville? *I've hidden that for spoilers sake.

Thank you Lari.

I guess this is the part where I should confess something to you two. Being that you're my only two readers and my loyalest. Uhm, this is likely my last fic on SS ever. I always planned it that way, I had wanted to make it more epic *ahem* I mean EPIC! than Love's Whimsical Melancholy but ... alas ... I think I've derailed that as you really can't be epic with Ottery around ... I know ... weird. Neways, do you read mangas Lari? Just curious. Connie uhm, uh, dunno what to add except ... from the beginning of this fic it was supposed to, or rather is going to be my last SS Fic. I plan to focus on my own writing from now on and on my art and ... well, don't be surprised if I make this fic run for the next two or ten years I love SS a lot but I need to shift the focus of my writing from fun fiction to fiction that's mine that I can send to a publisher ... someday. *shrugs*

Neways, lets keep that our little secret shall we girls? I always intended for Marxist and the X-mas story to end shortly and well before Human Nature. They're not epic fics like this one ... so ... but yeah, I'm pouring all my heart and soul into this tale, which is why it's taking so long because it's my farewell song ...

*plays you all Dream a little dream of me*

BBL

As I said in my message, it's party time. I'm still flopped on the sofa, although I have started to write and move. I'm still not speaking though

I still don't get pwns, but maybe that's cos I'm ooooooooooold (or I feel it) and English

Nynevah - who is she then eh?

That's my Neville!

Hannah = How could you Neville?????
Jools = How could you Otts?????

but... but... but... He's got a job to do! (apart from marry me... I mean Hannah!)

Your last fan fic? I have to admit it does have an extra sense of epic scale to it!
I shall keep an eye out for your style in a bookshop... armed with my credit card... I'm not to be trusted you know!

This was amazinlgly brilliant! What a super idea! I loved this and laughed so hard. But don't worry. I know it's just a story, but you know, he was just so loveble. ~Otts, thats great that you're going to focus on your own work to be published. I'm thrilled for you. You'll let us know when your first book comes out, please? I'm just beside myself happy for you! This, I'm also happy about. ~Otts, you're very talented and I know that you'll succeed because you're so passionate with you're writing. This post was another great one, and I loved it all. Please post when you can.

not sure what to think about that o_O He must have REALLY meant it if it worked so well as to come out the right colour and everything...

Gosh, this was so touching I got chills

same reaction as to Ron's...though less shocking as it wasn't a Killing Curse...

Oh, you're so evil...lol

*half cries* =(



Oui-I mean yes I do As much as possible anyway How bout you?

This is good news. At least. Lol. And of course, the hopeful-publishable-book is AWESOMESQUE news! Remember to poke me when it comes out. Note: when

And knowing that...I'll make more of an effort to follow your LJ

♥

As anyone who knows can attest, trying to hold onto someone’s legs during a train derailment is next most difficult in achieving as the act of attaining divinity by eating chocolate.

All of this escaped Ottery who was simply hexing anyone unfortunate enough to be wearing a silver skull mask. As tears flowed down his cheeks he fired a hex, his mind lost in an earlier time …

“You’re going about it wrong, don’t you see? The only way to win is to adopt their methods. When you’re dealing with villains these are characters who have no character. They’ve got no moral compass like you or I do. They don’t have rules. They don’t play fair, you’ve got to adopt their methods. Like republicans. They kill and we … we just … we just stun them? They go to prisons were they ultimately escape or are freed and we … well, heroes die. That’s why there’s more of them and not enough of us. Heroes weren’t meant to die, villains were.”

Ottery watched as his friend laid out his plans. Tears streamed down his eyes as he stood over the body of his friend Matthius Xorn. This was hardly the moment, the Hellfire Club had killed Matthius Xorn in cold blood, in front of them, they had barely escaped with their lives and all his friend could think to do was decry the upper hand of villainy.

“You’re insane,” the dark haired boy replied, as the rain started falling down.

“Am I? I’m the one whose mad because I don’t want to go on seeing my friends die? I’m the one whose crazy because I want an end to evil? I’m the one who is … you’re a fool Ottery. You and your old chivalric code, as antiquated as Godric Gryffindor and his age.” The cloaked figure turned away from the dark haired boy. “My path is clear Ottery, and you’ve easily chosen your own.”

“I won’t kill to win,” Ottery replied.

“Then I suppose we never see one another.”

“Felicity, wait!” the boy exclaimed but too late, the dark cloaked figure had disappeared. Matthius lay on the ground dead and Felicity had become a vigilante and in an instant Ottery had lost two of his dearest friends.

“Ottery! Ottery!” a voice called from the present … he was standing over a man with a broken nose, busted teeth and a bloody face. Seamus and Dean were holding him back as the Death Eater spluttered blood and teeth.

“It’s all right mate,” Dean said.

“Ottery,” Seamus asked looking at the dark haired boy.

“Oh God,” Ottery exclaimed. He suddenly couldn’t stand, he grabbed onto Seamus and buried his face in his chest. “Hermione … Hermione’s dead.”

With the train stopping and Ottery dispatching Death Eaters left and right, and one of their own turning against them the Death Eaters facing defeat began to flee. As they disappeared airships carrying aurors began to apparate in the air above them. What visited the eyes of the ministry soldiers was carnage. The train had derailed slamming cars left and right into the forest or jack knifing them into one another, everywhere were cries for help and children screaming or crying. The Hogwarts Express had missed it’s first arrival at school since it had begun to run in the 1800’s. It lay now amidst rubble, torn forests, bloody passengers, a wrecked and broken steel hulk.

“There’s no word for what this is,” Shacklebolt remarked softly as he paused before ordering his men to assist and sending one back to St. Mungo’s to prepare them for the influx of casualties.

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AN: Sorry I've been MIA. Unfortunately bad things have happened that I don't want to go into detail here, suffice to say, my appearances in future will be ... sporadic and as time allows. Hopefully y'all will come back ... if you don't thanks for reading when you do, and if I stop reading y'all's fics, it's for lack of time not love. ♥ But I won't blame ya if you flame me I love my readers.

As for the manga I read Lari, uhm, X-men Misfits from Del Rey, so cute! You should check it out. I read anything Clamp almost ... haven't read Tokyo Babylon and I never finished Tsubasa Chronicle, honestly, CCS is their best ever.

Connie your comments are too sweet, but while I haven't gotten a lot of writing or arting done lately *sighs* I haven't given up ... *fires the cannons* Thanx for the kind words.

Jools, all is not as it seems my friend, it's worse ... despair not ... I haven't begun to be evil to these characters.

I loved this opening line, which led me to believe this post was going to be nothing less than brilliant, and I was right. I wanted to start highlighting and commenting the most bestest of the best, but, all of it is so tremendous. Ottery's anguish was so real, I very nearly had to stop so I wouldn't break down bawling. My question is, since Teddy is the one who derailed the train, Ottery calling out, Felicity, was that Ottery's train of thought of his memories in his friendship with Teddy, his happiness and bliss, making it an endearment, and pleading for that not to leave him? I hope you understand what I'm asking. It's so sad to that it makes it hard to express my thoughts. Oh ~Otts, this causes me much sadness. Drop in anytime, and I hope what ever bad things are that has happened gets sorted out quickly. Much love to you, and don't worry, I'll be here waiting for more story whenever you can manage the time. And don't worry about anyone flaming you, cause everybody loves Ottery.

Otts, I'm sorry things have been so difficult for you. We'll be here when ever you can get here. You're a great writer and a fab person. Whatever it is, I hope that you can find a resolution that is as peaceful and painless as possible. From personal experience I know that it's not always easy to find such a resolution but I also know that the when you come out the other side you find that the sun is still shining, however unbelievable that may be right now.

Take care my lovely and don't forget: Everyone Loves Ottery