First of all, what are you all doing here? My girl just posted to her story, which is made of da awesome & full of Neville love, sans Harry, Hermione & Ron here. Go. Now. Read. Post. I know she'd love it. You'd also get that warm fuzzy feeling from knowing you did something good and made someone's day. And I'll tell Santa that you all were good, I got a man inside the North Pole 
just go with it peeps. SPOILER!!: Non-story stuff
Eviee, call me Otty, everyone else does. Or other things which you shouldn't, and some you can't on SS but we won't go there ... LOL mainly because I usually do things to deserve it 
Moving on, let's stay on topic, my story is awesome, and so are my readers, thank you for saying you like my writing ... I'm working on my style ... if you can't tell it's an Otty story ... well, why write it right?
So the wacky is staying ... but so's the drama and ... well, let's up the ante, shall we? 
Conners, you're always here ... I should pm you my e-mail so you can send me your story. These children ... keep me busy. Gah. Still, school comes soon ... but not soon enough 
then I miss them ... 
Snape knows that Otty will eventually 'get out of jail free' cuz he's the Otts, and cuz Snape knows him too well, and he knows that Ottery was doused in a tank of Felix Felicis and he's just waiting for it to run out.
Also I wouldn't underestimate my Scrimgeour ... or maybe you should it will make the comeuppance sweeter. Oh, but I've said too much 
Droo Rodolphus is indeed chicken, boiled chicken ... drat there I did it again. 
Lari Teddy never disappoints love ... you'll see. And I think I misplaced Freddie, then again ... I'm just dropping them all tonight aren't I?
My readers are BOMBDIGGITY! 
So you know about that superstition, do you? LOL In Mexico it's if your ears turn red and hot. 
Well enough chitter and chatter ... here is what you're all here for ... this weeks chapter: The Pit & the Pen & Teller! or Make Me!
I see what you're doing
Come here
So you think you're ready?
I just need you to...
Da Hook
Baby can you move, make me groove,
Show me what you do, make me move,
~Janet Ms. Jackson if you're nasty, Make Me Ottery closed his eyes, and stopped for a second, letting the world disappear, and he remembered something his old friend Garfunkle had once told him in a song,
“When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down”
And suddenly, everything was alright. But Teddy slapped him, hard, across the face. “This is no time to be taking a nap oh, fearless leader. That’s a bunch of Scrimgeour’s aurors and they’re coming after us.”
“Likely with orders to kill,” Diego added.
“Ow, that really hurt!” Ottery complained to Teddy, then turned on his other dark haired friend, “And you’re not helping any, Diego.”
“Aurors!” Teddy reiterated.
Ottery pushed past him and slammed the door to the cell shut.
“There. Easy peasy.” Teddy glared at the boy, Tiffany crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, while Diego took out his broad sword, a long dark blade of a black tempered steel that could cut through anything. “Fine, but that’ll buy us a couple of minutes at least, no?!” Ottery shot back.
“You locked us in, you ruddy idiot!” Teddy complained.
“I’ve missed you too, you obnoxious sack of mean spirited bile,” the Dark haired boy replied, arms crossed.
Tiffany came between them, “Boys, we really don’t have time for this. We‘ve got hostages, and our presence is no longer a mystery,” she gave Teddy a meaningful look, and the boy mouthed, ‘wha?’ but she ignored it.
Bam!
Something hard slammed against the door.
“Sorry, no one home,” Ottery shouted in reply.
Slam!
“We don’t have any sugar, we don’t need religion, and we’ve already filled out our census, so go away now!” the boy threw back angrily.
“That isn’t helping Ottery,” Tiffany chastised.
Ottery turned to the silent calm figure in the back of the room, “Cerberus, I take it you’ve …”
The other dark haired boy nodded, walked over to the window and whistled.
“Thank God you brought Cerberus, Tiff, otherwise this might have been a grade A disaster.”
“Down!” Teddy exclaimed pushing Tiffany and Ottery to the floor. Cerberus covered himself with his cloak and turned to the window.
Boom!
There was a large concussion blast washing over them splinters of door and metal bars clattering all around them.
“The first one of you cheeky blighters that moves …”
Which was of course an open invitation for Teddy to do something ridiculous stupid, which of course he went and did. Turning the brown haired boy went for his wand, but the aurors in the hall having the benefit of already holding their wands in their hands blasted the boy.
“Teddy!” Ottery screamed.
“I’ll blow your head clean off, mate!” a man with a black eye patch with a skull and crossbones said his wand next to Ottery’s temple.
“Weren’t there four of them?” a young boy standing behind the first auror asked as he held his wand at Tiffany, a wary distance between them. She could see the fear in his eyes. If anyone was going to accidentally discharge a spell he would be the one.
“I don’t know McKinley I didn’t exactly stop and count while I was screaming and coming at them.”
“
Expelliarmus!” went a voice from out of nowhere and the aurors’ wands flew out of their hands. Diego Cerberus dropped the hood of his cloak and turned around. The magic cloak had made him blend into the wall making him invisible. The boy waved to them to stand against the wall next to the door.
Tiffany stood up and started firing curses as she saw more movement in the hallway. There were more aurors coming down after them. Ottery pointed his wand at the two aurors they’d caught while Tiffany and Diego kept cover fire.
“Teddy?” Ottery asked, never taking his eyes of the aurors, “If he doesn’t wake up … Teddy wake up buddy. C’mon. I didn’t mean to call you a sack of bile, just … be all right, okay.” He shook the boy, “Teddy, I need you,” he whispered.
“If you kiss me or start crying I’m gonna kill you and leave you here,” the brown haired boy groaned clutching his ribs as he stood up. “Seriously.”
Ottery growled through his tears, “You’re such a jerk you know that? I take it back! You are a bag of bile and a snot rag to boot!”
Meanwhile further down the hall Rufus Scrimgeour walked into the situation like a lion prowling the savannah completely devoid of fear, safe in the knowledge that nothing could hunt the hunter. “Well, what’s the situation?”
“We’ve got them cornered sir, they’re not going anywhere. There’s a reason Ottery St. Catchpole is in a cell at the top levels of Azkaban. Any lower and he’d be too close to the sea and likely stupid enough to try to get out that way. We couldn’t risk it.”
From down the hallway came a reply, “I would not try. I’m not stupid I know a long drop and a plop when I see one!”
Next to him, Tiffany and Teddy stifled giggles. “Hey!” Cerberus merely shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Leave me out of this. I‘m the quiet menacing one.”
“Come at them from underneath, warden,” Scrimgeour ordered. “Whoever has the cell beneath them throw them out and blast the floor from under them. I want Ottery and Teddy alive the others are expendable. The last thing I need is a chatty secretary and a
soldat, we’ve got enough to deal with what with Sebastian Shaw already in this little war without Xerxes becoming involved,” Scrimgeour commanded.
“But we’ve got a situation, Harlock and McKinley are trapped in there sir,” the warden objected.
“Take the prisoners, the others are expendable, warden. Strike now or I‘ll have my men strike for you. And then you can be sure no one will be coming out alive.”
AN: 'In the story' song lyrics are "Bridge over troubled waters" by Simon and Garfunkle, not my own, I wish I was that good. Next up: More death and destruction and the clock is still ticking. OMG!