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48 Hours or Your life in a flash: A Human Nature Side StorySa13+
by the ever incorrigible, undeniable chocolate eater, Ron Lover & fan of all things literate Ottery (the St. is for street cuz I ain't no saint) St. Catchpole & Shakespeare my occasional partner (I taught him everything he knows)

And so it begins ...

*teddy pops in* T: Just like that, throw your new readers a cold bucket of water! No wonder no one reads your stuff.
O: Oh Teddy you're right whatever shall I do, wherever shall I go?
T: Frankly my dear I don't give a ...
O: We interrupt this tender moment for a quick recap for those of you who just really don't want to slog through Human Nature.

Recap: Contains Massive Spoilage 4 Human Nature Read at your own risk Human Nature is Ottery St.'s dramatic retelling of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince, simply because it needed more vampires and Twilight references It begins with the appearance of Nicholas Black a cute boy (because all the boys in Otty's stories are always cute) purporting to be Sirius Black's son! Mother as yet undisclosed. Maybe someone we know No not Molly Weasley!

Harry is hunted by Voldemort while Dumbledore and the Order contend with the Dark Lord AND Sebastian Shaw a man with an army of his own willing to risk everything, and anyone and willing to use the means of the Dark Lord to beat him at his own game. Will Sebastian turn Harry to the Dark Side? And will he lose his soul to avenge his love's death? Tune in to this fic to find out. Oh yeah, the Hogwarts Express was derailed in a vicious attack by the Death Eaters killing many innocents and costing us a few favorite characters ... no I'm telling you, seriously go read it. Last chance. Ottery St. Catchpole is imprisoned in Azkaban (no not me I'm not writing from there, the character ) while Teddy and Otty's friends plot a seriously wicked escape, unknown to them Ottery is the victim of assassination and ... well read the title and figure it out. Will he hold out through the night? And Hermione is in a comma, and Harry takes the gloves off. It's ON! Now ...

It was night, and it was fell and cold a somber day had given way to darkness without moon. Walking the top of the parapet walk of the long tall keep that was the prison Azkaban in the wet and the rain, Ham waited for the ghost.

The three other guards had told him that at night a silent ghost appeared that very much resembled his father. It nagged at Ham that he had not gone to visit the old man down in Chutney-in-the-sauce but he had called him just last night. Still, curiosity got the better of Ham and he had taken that night's watch on the wall. Despite the cold and the occasional rain.

The deluge had begun to let up when he saw a milky white film, a wisp of something, perhaps a cloak in the wind coming towards him.

"Ham ... let," the voice spoke. "Ham ... let."

"Hamlet's not my name ghost," the man complained, "It's Hammond. Rory Hammond."

"Noooooooo oaf! Ham, let … me tell you. My hour is almost come, when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames must render up myself."

"Well that sucks," Ham answered sympathetically. He leaned against his spear and yawned bored by the night’s dullness.

"Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing, to what I shall unfold."

"Sure, go on." Ham could not believe that the others had thought this phantasm looked like his father, the ghost was a thin skinny wisp of a man, and bald, Hammonds Dad had a full head of hair and he had played rugby in school. Still, he listened politely, there was nothing else for it.

"Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, and for the day confined to fast in fires, till the foul crimes done in my days of nature are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid to tell the secrets of my prison-house ..." watching his audience the ghost could see that the man was leaning on his spear sleeping. "Gets them every time."

Over the tall, straight castle walls a boy came over his brown hair whipping in the wind, he turned to look down one end of the walk then jumped as he turned and saw the dark haired boy next to him.

“Geez, don’t do that!” Teddy complained.

Diego Cerberus said nothing.

“Sleeping the sleep of the just,” the ghost explained, hovering over his victim.

“Yeah, thanks King Dane. I’ll get you those Debby Gibson cd’s you want,” a soft voice replied. Standing between the boys was a beautiful girl, with long chocolate brown hair wearing a body fitting black suit.

The ghost thanked the girl and disappeared.

“Maybe you coming along wasn’t such a bad thing,” Teddy said giving the girl a toe to head look. Slap! “Now I definitely know …”

Before he could finish saying anything else Diego had pulled the man’s spear from his hands, whacked the guard on the head with it and had flung the spear across the foggy parapet walk. The shiper of it’s flight ceased, and there was a soft groan in the distance.

“Diego,” Tiffany whispered loudly.

There was a soft thud as someone fell to the ground.

“I thought you said we couldn’t kill anyone?” Teddy complained. “If he gets to whack people so do I!”

Slap!

Diego walked over silently followed behind by the others. Tiffany crouched down over the figure who’d slid down the length of the spear, to where he lay unconscious on the ground. The weapon had landed in front of him and the man had smacked himself in the face with it, slid down it and knocked himself out again as his jaw hit the ground.

“Cute, his name’s Egg,” Teddy said laughing, “Get it? Ham’n Egg.” Tiffany clamped a hand over his mouth, then promptly took it away.

“Why’d you do that toots?” the boy asked.

“I don’t know where your mouth’s been.”

“If you kissed me more often I could remedy that.”

Diego walked past them and Tiffany pulled the brown haired boy after her by the ear. The assault on Azkaban had begun.

:3

“It’s Brainerd poison. I can tell from the smell,” a soft voice whispered in the dark.

“Go’way,” Ottery thought to say but didn’t. In a short while he would be dead anyway, right? His only regret was that he could not see Ron one more time, and that he had not been much help to Harry fighting Voldemort. At least Ottery’s secrets would end with him, and not fall into Scrimgeour’s hands. Because as apt a wizard as the boy was even he couldn’t trick Veritaserum short of completely altering his mind with memory charms.

“You’ve got forty eight hours to live, wise …”

“What do you want?” the boy asked the darkness. He sat up on the hard rock floor of his prison cell.

“I’m down here,” the squeaky voice cried. “And I want to help you, so you can keep your secrets and you can go see Ron and make sure he’s okay, and so you can help Harry and most importantly so that you don’t go nuts. You’ve been in here weeks and …”

The dark haired boy interrupted the soft squeaky voice, “Maurice? Is that you?”

“In the fur,” the little mouse replied.

“I haven’t seen you since … that prison in France.”

“Yes,” there was a soft sound of a mouse spitting, “those blasted Nazis tramping through my dear France.”

“I’ve missed you,” the boy replied quietly. “We had some crazy adventures remember? Raiding that party and helping Dumbledore stop that evil wizard.”

“Otherwise the Nazis would have used dark magic to conquer Great Britain and where would we be then?”

“Given the present situation I don’t know that things would have been that much …”

“This is hardly the place for politics my friend. Now about your poison. Brainerd gives you 48 hours to live unless you can get to the antidote.”

“It also makes you really hungry,” Ottery complained, the sound of his empty stomach growling punctuated the point.

“I’ve got moldy cheese. Want to share?”

“Why couldn’t you be Remy?” Ottery complained.

“Because he kept the best for himself,” and they both laughed at that old joke. “But seriously, you’ve got to live my friend. The wizarding world is depending on you.”

“No it’s not, it needs Harry Potter and he’s alive and well, last I heard.”

“The world needs all manner of heroes my friend. Even those who stand in the shadows. Not everyone gets the bright shiny lights and the girl at the end of the day.”

“You can keep the girl they always land me in trouble. Remember Melissa in Cairo?”

“Ottery, listen! You need to plan your escape. The world is depending on you.”

“Fine, fine, fine, so be it. I’ll get out I’ll go see … but Brainerd isn’t … I mean, the only known antidote is silver mint that grows by the full moon and the only place to find that is …”

The mouse bobbed his head up and down, “The monastery of San Gilman. The werewolf monastery.”

“The ones who sent that stupid bird assassin. I don‘t think I‘m going to make it through the night.”

“Time is running out on us Ottery. You have to. The wizarding world is depending on you.”

“I just want to see Ron, one more time,” Ottery exclaimed. “Just to see Ron.”

;3

She walked in shadows and darkness. Lost. Lost in a dream of darkness.

Until she met him.

At first he stood, merely a tall shadow in the light. As she walked closer she could see he was a man. He stood there, wearing the strangest pants and shoes. The girl blushed seeing his strong muscular chest and arms naked, and then she noticed his painted face.

“Who are you?” Hermione asked the strange fellow.

“You do not remember me Hermione? I am Silver Wind,” the man said and a soft breeze blew past them both. Hermione could see now they were standing in a wide open meadow filled with long bending soft grass.

:3

Disclaimer: All of the HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling, all the characters I create belong to me, as does the story but not the concepts created by J.K. Rowling who pwns, no infringement is implied. It's her world, I just live in it.

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