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Old 12-18-2006, 06:18 AM   #76 (permalink)
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The snitch stopped in mid air above the stadium, as high as it could go without leaving the official air space of the match, and it hovered there for a second as if taunting the seekers. Krum was going to get it if it killed him. He was so determined that he had not noticed how difficult it was to breathe or that he had left most of the other players below behind him. But just then, the obnoxious little gold ball folded up its wings and dropped down slipping right through Krum’s hands, the Irish Seeker turned backwards in a loop and dived after it. Viktor stayed up there for a second. It had been so close; he had felt it slip past the tips of his fingers.

“Oh, well. Nothing worth having is ever easy.” He thought to himself and simply let go of the broom, just long enough to release the flying spell. Within seconds, everyone on the stands was on their feet.

“Is something wrong with Viktor Krum? He seems to have lost his broom. No wait … he’s holding it but he’s not flying anymore. The upper air must have addled his brain. Are any of his teammates going to come to his rescue? He’s going to smash against the … no wait!” Ludo Bagman yelled.

I love fooling them.” Krum thought to himself. If he could have laughed he would have, but he was too busy holding on to his broom regaining control. In the chase for the snitch, it seems everyone had forgotten he still had the quaffle.

Millimeters from the ground the snitch shot straight back upwards between the players, the Irish seeker broke left; Krum broke right and straight at the unguarded Irish goal were he scored against the Irish team.

The stadium was in an uproar and once again, the snitch disappeared.


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It was then things got really crazy.

The score was 180 to 100 in favor of Ireland when it suddenly happened.

“I’m really thirsty Professor I’m gong to get some water,” Ottery remarked trying a different tactic against his arch nemesis*.

“You’ll do no such thing,” Severus said completely engrossed in the match and not a little annoyed that the boy was bothering him with something so trivial. Even muggles in their silly little chemistry classes could make something as simple as water.

“I have to pee,” Ottery said trying a different tact.

“How? You haven’t drunk any water?” Professor Snape remarked.

“Oh, forget this,” Ottery remarked and snuck behind Ron who was standing up straining his neck to follow Krum, past Harry who was shouting madly for Ireland, and Seamus who was laughing, Hermione and Dean who were oddly enough enjoying the game in their own odd way, past them all onto the stairs. It was there, on the steps, he realized that he could not get off the moving box. The platform they were sitting on was spinning rather quickly, almost like a roller coaster, it was enchanted so that with it’s sudden jerks it didn’t send you falling over into the person next to you but that meant that once you were on the platform and the game had begun you could not get off. From his seat, Professor Snape rolled his eyes and turned back to the match. Ottery slit his eyes, glared at the Professor and sat on the steps pouting rather than sit next to him again.

“And ladies and gentlemen it seems that Ireland scores again. But what’s this? No really what’s this?” The announcer exclaimed. “Is that a … it looks like some kind of flying device?”

“What the devil is Bagman on about now?” Ottery could hear the minister complaining. Fudge had not been happy about Ludo not sitting at the Minister’s Box, likely the press would take notice. The more important people in the Minister’s Box, the smarter Cornelius would look in the society page of The Daily Prophet.

“Sit down Cornelius you’re blocking my view,” Gran exclaimed.

Ottery turned to look as a little airplane (something out of a World War I film actually) as it dived down into the match and started buzzing straight for them. It began firing at them.

“Holy frijoles!” Ottery exclaimed jumping from the steps.

Thankfully Bill, Charlie, Luke, Harry and Hermione were a bit quicker at getting their wands and screaming, “Protego.” The bullets began bouncing off. As Ottery looked up, he had to duck a water balloon. He turned around in time to see the carpet burning off of the stairs were the balloon had fallen. Water nothing. It was acid!

Smiling Ottery yelled, “Teddy!”

“Oh, suddenly we’re friends, now, because I’ve got a half ton nuke in the bomb bay?” Teddy said as he looked back down to the smoking spot that should have been Ottery. “I don’t think so.” He turned the plane around ready to make another run at the Minister’s box.

“This is crazy! I better go talk to him before he gets into any real trouble,” Ottery was thinking. He ran down the steps and jumped out of the box, through the soft shield spell into the pitch. “Oh, yeah, I need a broom,” he said taking his wand out of his pocket as he fell into the giant quidditch pitch. “I can’t change this into a broom I might need it to soften my fall.”

The boy started rifling through his pockets: a piece of gum, which flew out of his hands, no big loss it was too small anyways; a shoelace, nope; his diary, yeah wasn’t happening; he tried his other pocket as he turned to notice that the Minister’s box was not really that high or that the speed at which he was falling was really fast. Thankfully, he always carried a very long gag handkerchief that didn’t end; it just kept going and going. Ottery took a long length of it and untied it. He was having a bit of trouble with the knot as the ground grew ever closer but he was too preoccupied with not ruining the gag handkerchiefs that he did not notice it coming up so quickly or rather his coming down so fast.

“Somebody save that boy! He seems to have fallen out of the Minister’s box,” Ludo was screaming at the crowds, mistaking the Minister of Magic’s rapidly waving arms as a distress call. That was not what it really was. Cornelius had meant it as a sign to Ludo Bagman to shut up about it. Did the fool not know Rita Skeeter was in the audience? Oh, but they were going to hear no end of it in the newspaper tomorrow.

“Got it,” Ottery said, transfiguring the long strip of hankies into a broom and just in time too. “Whoa Nellie,” he exclaimed as he managed to stop his fall just a few inches off the pitch.

“From the looks of it, the boy’s saved himself. Is he going to join the match?” Ludo asked.

It was then the audience started yelling cries of: “Blow him out of the sky,” and “He better be playing for Ireland,” along with “If he sucks he better be playing for Ireland” remarks which of course were promptly answered with, “He’s playing for Bulgaria! He sucks!” and soon some remarks — well those are better left unsaid as there are ladies present.

Ottery for his part did not want to be in the game he just wanted to talk to Teddy who was breaking over a thousand different aviation rules, to say nothing of Quidditch game rules, but since rule breaking was not a legitimate reason to stop a match it continued.

The dark haired boy flew up through the middle of the field, ducking the beaters from both teams who all thought he was playing for the other team *snickering* and thus were trying to knock him off his broom.

“Hey watch it bub!” Ottery exclaimed ducking one of the Bulgarian Beater’s swings.

Ottery turned around, sticking his tongue out at the Bulgarian as he outraced him. The dark haired boy turned around again laughing just in time to get a face full of Quaffle as one of the Irish Chasers used it to knock the boy off the broom.

“I hope Ron isn’t seeing this,” Ottery thought to himself, as he took the quaffle and flung it against Ireland’s goal scoring.

“What the devil just happened?!” Ludo Bagman exclaimed.

“Oh, fudge,” Ottery exclaimed as all the players from Ireland came after him, “Dark, milk, and semi sweet chocolate!” he was screaming as he flew past the Minister’s box trying to outrace the players.


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One thing you need to know dear readers is that in Quidditch a player standing still is a target. No one stands still in a quidditch match unless they want to be hit and that was exactly what Ottery wanted and what he got, though that wasn’t exactly how he wanted it when he got it. Teddy’s airplane had come around again after leaving a smoke sign that read: “Eat my shorts Snape!” (Something Ottery would later pay for since Teddy was not technically a student though he was sorted into Slytherin).

The dark haired boy had flown into the middle of the field — having ditched the Irish team, and it was there he stopped, hovering to signal Teddy who started firing at Ottery; a bullet hit the boy in the shoulder.

“I’m bleeding. That idiot’s using real live ammo,” Ottery exclaimed, as he turned to face the plane coming at him. The quaffle smacked him on the face again, this time knocking the boy off his broom.

“Gotcha you ruddy *something nasty Ottery can’t write on SS*,” Teddy exclaimed gleefully. Suddenly the plane’s engine exploded, hit by a blast of lightning. The bear looked to see Lucius Malfoy grinning wickedly from the Minister’s box. Teddy managed to get the plane up and over outside of the stadium and he parachuted out.

“Oh God, now I really hate quiiiiiiiiiiiiiddiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!” Ottery yelled as he fell to his death.

But don’t worry dear readers a dead Ottery doesn’t mean this fic ends. Next up “Funeral for a friend or Ottery’s Will entitled “Why couldn’t it have been Snape instead?’”

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“Looks like a splatter,” Ludo said to the stadium at large. Referring to what he assumed Ottery was going to become when he hit the pitch falling from so high.

Ron pushed his way past Snape and Draco to the edge of the box. Harry and Seamus looked at each other in stunned surprise; Dean swallowed hard; Ginny covered her eyes; Luke smiled sadly as he sat back eating popcorn. He thought to himself, “Our kind never come to a good end.” Neville proceeded to faint, while his Gran cackled madly saying, “Serves him right for not asking me to the ball.” Cornelius Fudge sighed in relief, “Well at least that’s twenty galleons I won’t be having to pay back.” It was Hermione Granger, simply the smartest witch of her age, who thought quickly enough and acted.

“Out of the way,” she said, pushing past the thugs who were watching through covered faces (shocked but not wanting to miss any of the fun). Without a moment to spare wand in hand she aimed carefully … and screamed as loudly as she could. She hoped it would work, Hermione had only ever seen it done once, and she wasn’t so sure that she knew how, or that she had the strength or will to pull it off but if she didn’t a boy was about to die. “Arresto Momentum!

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Sadly, just as Hermione had thrown the spell, a slowly descending object came into the firing range. Teddy, his parachute trailing behind him, caught the blast and ceased to fall in mid air. Of course, you know a parachute in mid air is a bad thing especially at a quidditch game. Suddenly three players slammed into it from different directions tattering the thing to shreds and undoing the spell.

“Oh, my goodness,” Cornelius said. “She’s good.”

Gran smiled back, “She’s going to marry Neville.”

“Whaaaaaaaaat?” Ron asked, for a second forgetting that Ottery was still falling to his death, and that Neville was passed out next to Luke who was sitting there eating popcorn just enjoying the show.

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While all of that happened, the snitch had decided to pop up close to the ground, almost as if waiting for Ottery to fall on it. The dark haired boy knowing that it would be seconds before his life was snuffed out unless he took matters into his own hands took out his wand and aimed it at the snitch. He would only get the one chance. He was going to have to transfigure it into a trampoline if he hoped to have any hope of surviving the fall.

“Oh dam! What’s the spell for a trampoline?” he thought seeing his little bear parachuting, then suddenly stopping in mid air. “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday.”

Remembering the charm, Ottery turned back to look at the snitch but a speedy red blur later it was gone.

“Wow, that Krum really is good,” Ottery thought to himself, and turned to see if he could get one last glimpse of Ron in the Minister’s box before he died.

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Dear readers, in many circles it is still widely debated if perhaps the best thing that could have happened to Ottery would have been to have died then and there that day at the Quidditch World Cup Final; an issue of much heated debate, the answer to which we will never know because he didn’t die that day. As Ottery prepared to meet his maker, he felt a pull around his waist and the dark haired boy was flying upward quickly. Someone had grabbed him and was dragging him up into the sky. The crowd began to cheer and Ottery looking at a nice a— I mean Ottery looking down at the Quidditch pitch found himself listening to the words of Ludo Bagman.

“Dear me. Now that’s a stunning upset for the Irish, not only did the Bulgarian Seeker, superstar Viktor Krum catch the snitch, but he managed to rescue the falling boy, while keeping the fatalities to zero. A first I think in a World Cup Final!”

Viktor Krum, having caught the snitch had looped around and come back down to catch Ottery as the boy fell, snatching him from the ground seconds before the dark haired boy came to resemble a bug on a windshield.

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“It’s the end of the world, as we know it and I feel fine…” Or Mars Attacks!
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In which Ottery falls madly in love…Ron’s just cute…Harry *sighs* is trying to save the world AGAIN…Teddy tries to take it over…Hermione knows it all…Seamus & Dean are at it again…and I introduce an umpteen number of new characters even more subplots and a lot of chaos, crossing my fingers and praying that this whole mess makes sense soon to someone.


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It was a dark and stormy night, the dark clouds rolling outside in the night sky blotting out the light of the stars, as the thunder and the clouds crashed and lightning struck down on the barren rocks of the island prison. The winds howled cruelly, and far far away in the distance could be heard the sound of the ocean waves crashing.

The little bear was sawing at the jail cell’s bars with a metal file.

It was a dark and disconsolate place, the walls dank with the wetness of the sea moisture, but the castle itself was at the center of the island so far removed from the scent or the sound of the ocean (when it wasn’t storming) that you would forget it was even there and think only to hate the dankness. The stone walls were black, the cell bars gray and nothing had color, except the prisoner’s clothes when they first arrived there. They had white lines next to black ones on their striped suits before they turned gray with grime and time. A visitor was a welcome sight if for no other reason than the glimpse of color they brought with them on their clothes.

The sound of the file on the steel was grating on the boy’s nerves.

“Teddy can you stop that please. I’m trying to remember Beethoven’s 6th Symphony,” Ottery remarked. He was looking haggard and thin after a week staying there feeding the Dementors.

“You want to live here or something? Won’t even let a bloke put up pictures,” The bear complained as he chomped on his cigarette and kept filing away furiously. “Rita Hayworth really woulda spruced the place up a bit.”

“It’s taking all my strength not to get up and strangle you.” Ottery replied, cranky at the prisons choice of wardrobe. He missed bright colors and was starting to wonder if he wasn’t in the middle of some film noir masterpiece. It sure felt like it, the sense of hopelessness and despair was clearly coming through, and he felt a sad ending coming up.

“No, it’s taking all your strength to remember being cheerful. Don’t worry kid. I’ll get us out of here in a jiffy. If anybody’s going to be the death of you, it’s going to be me,” the bear exclaimed.

The boy laughed at that, a small weak laugh but it was enough. Like ghosts in a haunted mansion they glided over to his cell for a fresh batch of mirth, the Dementors; sick ghastly looking specters of something resembling humans. A grotesque parody as they were anything but living creatures.

The teddy bear made quick with the file and hid it behind his back, “Ixnay noay hetay aughinglay tteryoay.”

But seeing the vile creatures the boy only laughed more loudly at the cruel irony. It hurt to laugh but he wouldn’t see them win, and the creatures relished in his laughter because they could feed off of it. They would suck him dry before he could even begin to sate their hunger.

“Stop it,” the bear said, but the boy laughed stubbornly, “Fine,” the bear said, whacking the kid on the knee with the metal file.

“Son of a smith!” Ottery exclaimed and started to cry.

“I need you alive to get out of here. You know I can’t swim. I’m felt you dork.”

“You’re a smoldering pile of felt when I get my hands on my wand you little…” the boy exclaimed.

He knew he should be grateful to the bear, dying in Azkaban would have been miserable. Really, who knew that interrupting a Quidditch Match could be so much trouble? There was something sinister about the whole thing.

With a rustle of their dark cloaks that sounded like a murder of crows flying, the Dementors began to flee as if from a specter of some prisoner they had killed come back to haunt them. The boy fell back onto the wet floor where he had lain the past days tired and shocked; the laughter having already died on his lips, and the pain in his knee subsiding.

The cell door opened to the sound of arguing, “Sir, really you can’t … I mean … I understand but without orders from the minister himself.”

“His trial will be right now, with or without the minister’s presence,” a deep wise voice replied, quietly, patiently but very firmly.

“Wondering when you’d get here,” Teddy exclaimed as he kicked Ottery to get his attention.

“Dumbledore,” Ottery said smiling weakly, the auror by his side glared at the boy as if it were his fault somehow. No one argued with Dumbledore.

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Whisked away to London and the Wizengamot, Ottery entered the room in the lower chambers of the Ministry of Magic building shackled and collared in heavy, grey chains.

“Okay, but I said no at the muzzle,” Ottery joked to Teddy who walked next to him smoking a cigar and unbound.

“You’re shackled,” the bear said laughing, and the dark haired boy smiled, because Teddy was not laughing at the boy but rather because he was laughing at that the auror’s had thought they needed to shackle Ottery, and because they had stupidly tried to shackle him.

Teddy looked behind him over his shoulder where the two aurors were limping behind the four Dementors leading the prisoners in. Served those fools right for thinking they could muzzle the Teddy Bear. He was a bloody member of the Society of Evil! Did they really think they could handle him? They were shivering, but Teddy knew it was not because of the Dementors.

“We need to speed this up,” Teddy complained, and the boy spared him a very weak smile from his sunken eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t want to miss the Dukes of Hazard.”

“Don’t you mean Dynasty?” Ottery corrected.

“A lit cigar hurts a lot I’ve heard. Wanna try it?”

Ottery stopped and bent down as all the gathered members of the Wizengamot stared him down menacingly, they all knew him or about him to some capacity, and there were a fair few, like Dumbledore who knew his secret, and though he knew he was only going to anger them more by holding up the proceedings he bent down and kissed Teddy on the forehead.

“Hands off the merchandise,” the bear complained walking away. “Gah, I hate it when you get mushy. I’m going to wait outside.” Teddy startled the aurors as he walked past them, then when no one was looking snuck back inside to hide under the benches to watch the proceedings.

With great difficulty and a little dizziness the boy managed to stand up. One of the Dementors had been kind enough to offer it’s hand, which Ottery could see was decayed and maggot strewn, if he touched it he could see all of his happiness leaving, along with his lunch.

“No thanks mate, think I can manage.” Looking up at the stands he could see Dumbledore was positively glaring, but not at him at the Dementor, which shrunk back in fear.

The boy walked up to the raised platform in the center of the room glad to have the little wooden banister to lean on, behind him the ball rolled against the platform. He laughed inwardly. Seriously, did they think he was going to escape as tired as he was?


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Meanwhile back at the Burrow

After the attack at the match, which the Irish were calling a disaster, and loads of other people had to agree, with the obvious exception of the Bulgarians and their fans. After the appearance of Death Eaters attacking innocent muggles the Ministry was in a huff (but disaster or not it did not disqualify the Bulgarian’s victory). People wanted action taken, as they often do — immediate and swift — after a great scandal or uproar. The Ministry were looking to crucify someone — as people in power often do to take the attention off of themselves —to appear at least, as if they are doing something even though they really aren’t doing anything.

Of course, all the Death Eaters had escaped, and the only miscreants the ministry had in custody were Ottery and his bear (No Ottery and Teddy are not Death Eaters … uhm, at least not yet?). The bear had gone willingly, but only after having gone all Bruce Lee on twelve of the ministry’s best aurors, and only after Ottery had threatened to kick him out of the mansion.

Everyone of the boy’s friends feared that Ottery had gotten into one more shenanigan than the wizarding world would allow, but the Minister’s sudden, urgent disappearance had left everyone at the burrow, and really any interested gossips, and wizards hanging for the past week. After the match Ottery’s friends and an enemy or two decided to stay at the Burrow or the town the boy had been named after, waiting for what news they could get since that was likely to be Dumbledore’s first stop.

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“If Percy tells me about another cauldron bottom … ,” Seamus began.

“I’m going to smack him with the bottom of my cauldron,” Dean finished for him.

They were sitting on the grassy shore, their backs leaning on an old fallen log that overlooked the lake next to the Weasley home, skipping rocks into the water and like everyone else waiting impatiently for any news about Ottery. Something other than, “He’s in Azkaban and he’s not allowed visitors.”

In the urgency of their friend’s plight they had left behind the petty argument they’d been having without a word said about it. As easily dropped as if it had never happened. The truth of it was they did not like being angry at each other. It still bothered Dean that he did not know why Seamus had been so angry with him, and Seamus was trying very hard to forget exactly why he had been so angry with his best mate. If he didn’t think about it, then it couldn’t be true, anyways the only thing that mattered was that his mate was back and he would do anything to keep it that way.

“And Neville?” Dean asked, anything to kill the peaceful sound of the waters gently lapping on the shore and the dam birds twittering … scenic and peaceful it might be but it could drive you crazy to have only that to hear.

“Well, that Luke chap got into a row with his Gran at lunch yesterday remember? Well he and Neville decided to take his Uncle Algie’s McLaren for a spin.”

“What? Again?”

Seamus nodded.

“You’d think they’d of offered us a ride in the car.” Dean complained, disappointed at the missed opportunity.

“It’s a car Dean, you want to go somewhere I’ll lend you my broom, mate.”

Dean smiled at his friend, Seamus didn’t understand. It wasn’t just a muggle car it was a bloody McLaren! He was sure Hermione would understand. But he couldn’t blame Seamus, he was from the wizarding world, there were so many things they didn’t get about each other. Still it didn’t matter for Seamus he would try.

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“Okay Neville, just remember this is miles not kilometers, you’re going really bloody fast!” Luke was saying nervously as they missed a pack of dogs trying to cross the street, and they had not missed the stack of newspapers in front of the newsstand, sending them flying in tatters all over the street.

“But you said I should let her loose,” Neville remarked, letting the speedometer drop down to 290 mph. Who would have thought Longbottom had a lead foot?

“Yeah, Neville but this is a little hamlet not London proper you know? You could run over a cow or something,” Luke said jokingly.

Life really was an adventure when you didn’t have a direction but it was turning out to be a rather sad and dull one out in the middle of the country. If you didn’t count Neville trying to get them killed learning how to drive. Besides, in a little burgh like that there was not ample opportunity to make money. Luke missed the trouble he could readily get into in a bigger city. He hoped they would hear something soon about Ottery or he’d have to take matters into his own hands and plan an escape from Azkaban.

Uncle Wally was in there after all wasn’t he? Poor chap, shouldn’t have thought to crossbreed dogs, cats and dragons. Some things science, and the wizarding world just frowned upon … and all those poor kitties and dogs, but a hungry dragon isn’t as apt to find small fluffy animals as cute as it is appetizing.

“Neville! Red light!” Luke yelled, as the boy hit the brakes and almost sent his passenger out the window. “Ouch,” Luke complained holding his chest were the straps of the safety belt had yanked him back to his seat.

“So that’s what these are for,” Neville said appreciatively.

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Hermione had fallen asleep in the now quiet living room, everyone had been expelled from the house by Mrs. Weasley, as she and Gran sat around the kitchen exchanging polite gossip and scandal about the wizarding world, while in the living room the enchanted feather duster cleaned house, and the mop and broom cleaned the rooms upstairs in turns. All the windows in the house were open to let the summer breeze in.

Hermione had taken advantage of the quiet to sit down in a nice comfortable chair and crack open the book she had bought at Diagon Alley, she had made Neville swear not to tell anyone about that either. It wasn’t because she was ashamed of reading romance novels, it was no reflection on her intelligence, and the book really only had a few racy passages, nothing you couldn’t carry in public with a nice cover. It was just … well the boys would not let her hear the end of it. She could already see Ron pouting his cute bubblegum lips into a kissy face and Harry laughing and rolling his eyes (ironically enough just like her) as if to say, “You know girls.”

It was in this quiet, warm atmosphere and again sitting on a warm cushy couch — and it didn’t help any either that last night she and Ginny had been up late talking about boys, their dreams for the future, makeup and well boys again — that it happened. Hermione began to feel drowsy and so fell asleep again. Falling into sweet gentle dreams of red-haired pirate heroes, obnoxious dark haired Mexican pirate first mates, villainous spectacled eye patched treasure seeking pirate lords and little bears with a penchant for blowing cannons at everything …


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“You’d think Neville and that Luke kid would’ve given us a ride to town seeing as how they were going and we can’t exactly swoop in on brooms and all.” Ron was saying, as he buried his hands in his pockets and kicked a rock onto the road.

“The car only sits two people Ron,” Harry exclaimed.

“I guess it must be hard on the muggles driving those things then,” Ron said. “So why’s that so expensive when it only sits two people? You’d think a minivan would fetch more. You can fit loads of people in there.”

“Yeah, but the McLaren gets you there faster,” Harry explained.

“Not as quick as a Firebolt I bet,” Ron replied.

“Not as quick as Krum you mean,” Harry threw back and Ron blushed at that.

“He’s great Harry. Did you see the way he caught the snitch and saved Ottery?”

“Yeah. I was there too, remember?” Harry said.

“It was beautiful the way he swooped down and then around and came back for Otts. I should’ve asked him to get me his autograph. He’s sooo … ”

“Dreamy Ron?” Harry asked playfully.

“He’s the greatest Quidditch player that ever lived,” Ron said, his eyes tearing up at the thought. “And I got to see him play one of his greatest victories.”

“Ron, he’s only 19, I’m sure he’s got a long career ahead of him.”

“It was … breathtaking,” Ron continued, as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Well, yeah, actually. It was,” Harry had to admit. Krum really was a singular talent. Harry was itching to try that Wronski Feint trick at his next match, but he thought he’d try it out with the boys at the burrow first. But with Ottery in prison and Mrs. Weasley in a worried uproar, and the presence of Neville’s Gran the mirth had to be kept in check.

Ron knelt down on the road suddenly making as if he were tying his shoelace and wiped his eye furtively, Harry smirked but looked away and pretended not to see anything.

“C’mon then Ron, unless you’re going to apparate us a McLaren.” Harry said.

“Race ya there,” Ron said running past him.

“You cheat. I’d beat you on a broom any day,” Harry yelled, running after him.

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“Ottery St. Catchpole, you stand accused … ” The minister had begun.

“Would it please the court rather that I sit?” Ottery asked disdainfully.

“No, it would please the court if you would shut your enormous trap,” the Minister of Magic remarked under his breath, annoyed at being interrupted.

“Minister Fudge,” the wizard Bones said, fixing him with a serious gaze. Some court decorum had to be observed, and if not by the minister then by whom indeed?

“As I was saying, before you interrupted Catchpole, you stand accused here before the full Wizengamot of crimes against humanity. Numbering but not relegated to the following: on Conspiracy to oust a monarchy, fifteen charges; attempts to start a ‘backyard revolution,’ twenty five, kidnapping, improper use of magic in the presence of muggles, underage wizards use of magic outside of school,” he smirked as he said that one. “Grand Theft Chocolate … ”

Ottery smiled at that last one. He couldn’t remember what had foolishly possessed him to think he could start his own candy company. But piracy was fun, and he’d wanted to give it a try, and he had been in Brazil … and Lindt wouldn’t miss a shipment. He closed his eyes as he felt a wave of coldness.

“Can I wave my right to hear all the charges against me? I mean you’re obviously going to try me for everything I’ve ever done wrong, and if that’s the case we’re going to be here a long time,” the boy said interrupting again, finding it very hard to breathe. It was taking all of his strength to hold off the Dementors, though they were outside the chamber waiting, but he would not let them take that from him, his happiest memories. He was trembling on the stand before the court. He was running out of time.

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The ocean waves crashed hard against the rocky beach below in a rhythmic dance, farther away the sea lay quiet, placid as Lady Hermione looked out of the dark tower window at the world around her. Captain Potter, the Pirate Lord Harry had kidnapped her. Again. In his evil quest to find her treasure, and he had locked her away. Again.

All the while, Lady Hermione was secretly wishing that Captain Weasley would save her, but at the same time hating herself for wanting such an uncouth rogue to come to her aid. Captain Weasley after all was a pirate too. He was just after a different kind of treasure. Hermione blushed at that smiling as she buried her face in her kerchief.

“Dreaming of my brother again are you?” Ginny the serving wench asked as she entered the room with a tray of food.

“What?” Lady Hermione asked startled out of her reverie. “What ever are you on about you impertinent girl?” Hermione asked, a little too quickly.

“You were blushing,” Ginny said smiling as she put the serving tray down on the bed. “Unless of course you were thinking of his first mate, that dashing young hero, the Spanish one, brown skin and dark hair …” Ginny said clasping her hands together and holding them next to her cheek, exaggeratedly.

“Who? Ottery?” Hermione asked in surprise. “You fancy Ottery?” she asked again in absolute disbelief.

“Of course not, and neither do you. So unless it’s Pirate Lord Harry or that bilge rat Draco … ”

“Heaven’s no!” the gorgeously frizzy haired girl asked in absolute shock at the idea.

“And it’s not Neville, or Crabbe?”

“It’s Captain Weasley, it’s Captain Weasley already,” Hermione announced exasperated, lest Ginny should suggest something more horrid than a romance with bilge rats or otters.

“Yes, it is.” Came the familiar voice of Pirate Lord Harry as he sauntered into the room.

It suddenly struck Hermione to ask, what you all are likely wondering as well, “Just why do you wear an eye patch under your glasses? Why not a monocle I mean if you…”

“Silence!” Harry yelled, and pointed to the doorway ordering the red-haired girl out of the room.

Grabbing her skirts the girl jumped off the bed and started walking out, but as she did Pirate Lord Harry being a cheeky fellow, smacked her in the bum, a little love pat, of course she swiftly turned around and slapped him across the face and the feisty red haired girl would have gone for another had he not grabbed her hand on the way back. Their faces inches away from each other they each watched the anger fade slowly from the other’s face and they closed in for a kiss. Ginny pushing the pirate captain’s hat off as she ran her hands through his hair and Harry putting his hand around her neck and bowing down to meet her sweet lips. *Ottery’s fans himself as he writes this*

“Hello! Prisoner here. Don’t you two have your own room?” Hermione exclaimed looking away.

“Oh, right.” Harry said suddenly blushing slightly. “On with you then wench,” he said winking at Ginny who smiled and left the room. Harry stared a bit after she had gone, until his captive cleared her throat. “Why was I here again?”

“This is the part where you threaten me, I think,” Hermione said. “I’ve already told you, you can do what you want with me, but you’ll never get the whereabouts of the treasure,” Hermione said standing by one of the bedposts looking down timidly and suggestively at the bed.

Harry of course was still a bit distracted with thoughts of the pretty red-haired girl he’d just kissed.

“Pirate Lord Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

“Oh, right yes. Uhm, forget the treasure, Captain Weasley’s here to get you again.”

Hermione ran to the open balcony, her gorgeous white dress blowing in the ocean breeze, yes it was low cut, of course when she leaned on the balcony that kind of helped too to accentuate the gentle blush of her *Teddy smacks Ottery * (This is a romance … *Ottery smirks* wait till I get to Captain Weasley … ).


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It was a lengthy dull proceeding as trials tend to be, and the boy didn’t much care to hear them. It was stupid standing there having to listen to everything he was accused of and the witnesses they had brought to bear witness against him. But in truth, he wasn’t there, a silly grin on his face that many of the wizards took as a personal affront or a defiant gaze was all he gave them. Ironically enough, Ottery was a million miles away, completely oblivious to the looks, or sneers directed at him. One in particular, a blonde haired older man, who was sitting as a guest in the last row, he would have been interested to note. He was wearing dark shades to hide his dark eyes. But the sneer on his face … no amount of anything could disguise that or the clear malice he bore the boy. (Before you ask … uhm, no it’s not Lucius).
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“Of course boys are stupid Ginny,” Luna was saying from where she was hanging upside down from the tree, before you ask, it was to find anglersnaps, funky looking magical bugs that were credited with glowing brightly and if properly coaxed could lead you to treasures —
like nifflers I guess with wings. Oh, and they stank something awful, so obviously they were a French delicacy.

Ginny was trying to catch a butterfly with the little net Luna had lent her for their expedition. Suffice it to say, Hermione had opted not to come, and Ginny hadn’t minded so much, unsure of what she could or couldn’t say about Ron in front of Hermione and Luna. The redheaded girl was running around the trees chasing a pretty pink butterfly that seemed to be enjoying the chase, not that Ginny was in any great rush to catch it. Because butterflies are very delicate creatures, their wings brittle and their colors, powders that smudge easily. It would be a great shame to ruin something so beautiful, Ginny thought.

“I don’t know what to do Luna,” Ginny said as she sat down on a large smooth boulder to catch her breath, her friend hanging overhead. The butterfly alighted a safe distance from her on a wildflower as if waiting to resume the chase.

“You could just tell him,” Luna explained as she watched a bug through an odd looking monoclescope.

“Like you’ve told Ron?” Ginny asked, looking straight up at her friend, catching her eye for a second.

“I think I see one,” Luna said scrambling to straighten herself on the tree branch.

Maybe Hermione was right and she just needed to stop thinking only of Harry. There were a million other boys out there and some of them seemed interested. Dean for instance, if she hadn’t of dulled his frail ego. Neville was a sweetheart if clumsy, and that boy Luke seemed like he liked to have fun. Ottery was just weird and though she knew his secret, there was a cuteness to his foolishness and no end of bravery mixed with an endearing stupidity.

Besides it was not as if she was going searching for a husband, she just wanted someone to catch butterflies with.

“No. It’s just a beetle,” Luna said, walking around the tree with the bug sitting on her nose, the monoclescope in her hand. Ginny started laughing at the face Luna was making as she wriggled her nose trying to get the bug to fly off.

“What’s so funny?”

“You silly,” she said. “Trying to look at that beetle.”

“Did you find any?” Luna asked taking the little creature in her hands and setting it down on a flower next to the pink butterfly.

“Nope. I guess catching boys is like trying to catch anglersnaps.”

“It takes a lot of patience, and some of them turn out to be beetles,” Luna said sagely.

“Mom says some boys are like octopuses because their hands are all over the place. You’ve got to watch out for them.” Ginny added.

Luna smiled, “Dad says, they’re like bulls, sometimes you need a cattle prod to keep them in line.”

Ginny and Luna started walking in the forest, on the stone the beetle and on the flower the butterfly sat watching them walk away.

“Do you think they’ll ever … I mean if they think I’m loony … ,” Luna said looking at Ginny. It wasn’t as if she cared a lot what anyone thought, but … it would have bee a lie to say the thought had never crossed her mind.

“At least they notice you Luna. And you’re not loony, any boy stupid enough to think that isn’t anyone you need to care a whit about.”

“You’re right of course. I just wonder sometimes. Oh well, I suppose I could go looking for one myself. If they’re too shy.”

“I think you’ve got a point there, Luna,” Ginny said, as they walked deeper into the forest.
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“So this is the island?” Captain Ronald asked incredulously. “Where’s the castle on the edge of the mountains?”

“On the other side, sir,” Ottery said as Teddy snickered at his feet. The boy kicked him across the deck of the ship. Ottery did not like looking foolish in front of the captain.

“Oh, so we’re planning a sneak attack then?” Captain Weasley asked, as he took out his telescope to look at the island in the distance.

“We are now,” Ottery said in a whisper as he looked embarrassedly at his feet.

“Brilliant plan Otts. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Ron said handing the dark haired boy the telescope. “Lemme know when we start the attack.”

Captain Weasley walked back to his cabin to plan his attack, well actually to smart up for the rescue. Ron smiled as Teddy walked past him a gun in hand an angry expression on his face, he was headed towards the first mate. It seemed those two were forever joking around.

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“You silly stupid as,” the brown haired boy said, laughing from where he sat on the green field watching a ladybug on the end of a blade of grass.

“Why am I always the beast of burden?” The dark haired boy asked, as he lay next to him.

“Because I’m the smart one,” a blonde haired boy interjected walking over casting his shadow across them as he blocked the sun.

“If you’re so smart why do leopards have spots?” Ottery asked resting on his elbows, trying to trump his friend.

“Because tigers have stripes, lions don’t have anything, and panthers have everything. Next question?” Ruben asked politely, though David and Ottery both knew a smirk was fighting to pop up on his face, which is why Ruben made to look away at something in the distance, if the blonde haired boy looked at his friends, then for sure he would break out his know-it-all grin.

David pulled down his long brown socks to scratch an itch and Ottery lay back on the grass looking up at the clear sky wondering why he liked Ruben when he was such a smart a— uhm person.

“So, what are we doing today?” David turned to Ottery and asked, as he got up and dusted the seat of his brown shorts, and stomped his shoes on the grass to get the boy’s attention.

“I was just dreaming of flying.” Ottery said smiling.

“You know who’s got a flying machine right?” Ruben asked.

“No, who?” David asked curiously turning to his friend.

A sly grin playing on his face he told them about Don Tornillo’s newest project.


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“We the Wizengamot, find the defendant Ottery St. Catchpole … ” at this part Ottery gave an involuntary yawn. He really was very tired, it was taking all of his strength to keep the Dementors from completely crushing his spirit, and he had not great love for Minister Fudge. The prat you’ll remember still owed him money.

“Guilty on all charges!” Fudge yelled out, standing up and slamming the seal on the bottom of the parchment. He really was tired of the boy’s antics even if the rest of the council didn’t seem to find them so aggravating.

The room was in an uproar in seconds. People were standing up and clapping, others coughing and Dumbledore was glaring at Fudge and Minister Bones was taking the parchment the verdict had been written on away from the Minister of Magic to reread it.

“I think you’re mistaken Minister, this council of wizards never came to any such decision.”

“Shocking, with everything he’s done,” Fudge complained softly, as he let her take the parchment.

“Most of which occurred in other countries and under other councils’ jurisdictions or they are crimes whose statutes have passed, or aren’t criminal here. Seriously, eating too much chocolate on a Sunday. I can’t imagine what the Germans must be thinking. You must admit, in some cases the witnesses were hardly credible,” Minister Bones pointed out, winking at Ottery in a friendly conspiratorial way.

The boy blew her a kiss as his shackles fell off and the collar too.
Everyone was staring at him, and he shrugged, “Fancy that, they weren’t locked right.”

Ottery rushed out of the room alone, trying to run out before anyone changed their mind or they decided to rally a lynching. He was trying to escape the Dementors and Rita Skeeter who was eyeing him curiously. If he had been feeling better he wouldn’t have minded a verbal duel with her, but right now, he was trying very hard just to keep from falling down.

He had never been happier to get away with everything than just then. He turned around as the doors of the courtroom opened expecting either an angry crowd or an annoyed, scolding Dumbledore to come out. Instead, he got another very unpleasant surprise.


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Seamus was laughing as he took a swig from a dark honey colored bottle. He was sitting next to a barrel on the port side of the ship, apparently laughing at a gull that was standing on the ship’s rail telling him dirty jokes. Yes kids, if you have too much butterbeer this could be you too, so watch it!

Dean walked around the side enjoying the sound of the familiar laughter. He startled the bird and Seamus turned to him with a grin. Dean rolled his eyes suddenly realizing what was so funny.

“The captain’s going to have you swabbing the decks, if that’s what I think it is,” he scolded.

“Yo ho ho, and a bottle of … ,” Seamus sang and Dean leaned back against the ship’s rail. “Help me up,” the boy said stretching his hand up to his mate.

Dean leaned down and pulled him up and Seamus losing his balance grabbed onto the boy to keep from falling. Seamus and Dean were leaning over the side of the rails, the sea swishing below them, the cry of sea gulls around them as the wind blew lazily. There was a crack of gunfire, as Ottery ran towards them. You would have thought it was the start of a race but for the fact that the bullet had flown past the boy, and not into the air. He spared them a surprised look (and you really couldn’t blame him, they were in a pretty compromising position) and Ottery accidentally bumped into them, pushing Seamus into kissing Dean as they fell over the side of the boat and into the ocean below. There was the crack of another shot as Teddy tried yet again to shoot Ottery in the bum.

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Lady Hermione was fanning herself in the summer heat. Where the devil was that ruddy boat, the HMS Jolly Roger? The sun was setting the ocean ablaze as it dipped into the horizon in the distance; the waters turning a sherbet orange as the darkening sky purpled. The fire set her heart racing as it made her think of Ron his golden hair ablaze, she longed for him to come charging down through the door and take her into his strong arms. Of course she would have to struggle a little … it wouldn’t do any good to have the boy thinking she was going to be all pliant to his every whim. Hermione turned half expecting the door to break under someone’s strong kick, but the oak door stood fast.

“Boys could be so stupid sometimes.” Lady Hermione said and looked up at the moon, bored.

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“I will never understand how you manage to scrape by with these little escapes. But rest assured, you’re not going to get away from me forever St. Catchpole.” The tall blonde man, with dark eyes and a sneering smile that could scare the hair off a frightened cat, exclaimed in a voice like rocks being crushed.

The man stood taller than Ottery. He was looking down on the boy disdainfully. Two quick glances showed him they were alone in the hall and he grabbed the boy by the throat pushing him against the wall. Ottery couldn’t breathe, the man was so much stronger than he. Without his wand and already weak from the Dementors the boy was too tired to think quickly.

“How … did … I should’ve known … was you,” the boy managed to blurt in short bursts trying to get whatever breath of air he could.

“Of course I was behind this. If you hadn’t been playing Dolly Daydream you might have caught me in the crowd earlier, boy. No one wants you dead more than I. I really should just do it here and now, no one’s around,” he said, raising his left hand in which he held a knife. “It isn’t poisoned I’m afraid. I left the vial in my other robes. Otherwise I’d promise you an excruciatingly slow death but …,” in a swift motion he had cut the boy’s cheek; blood trickled down Ottery’s face.

“I always kind of hoped I’d die at Voldemort’s hands. Someone big you know? You’re hardly an A-list villain,” Ottery said sarcastically, smiling weakly. If he was going to die, it was best to get it over with quickly; the man was a sadist. The doors of the courtroom opened and the boy fell to the floor in a heap, the knife gone from the man’s swift hands.

“Falling all over yourself St. Catchpole,” the man said meanly as he turned to see who it was.

That’s when a million different things happened, all at once, and things got very interesting again.

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