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OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 07:42 AM

Sorrow’s home

The next morning at the burrow found Ron in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea when Hermione walked in sobbing, followed by Harry. Before he could say anything, the poor boy was still in his pajama’s wearing the otter slippers Ottery had magicked for him last Christmas, the bushy haired girl rushed into his arms and held him in a tight embrace.

“Bloody ‘ell,” he whispered looking at Harry unsure of what to do.

He started to pet her head rather oddly, unsure if that was the proper thing to do. Hermione was clearly distraught. Harry looked at Ron and tears rolled down his eyes too, but Harry’s face was angry, he clearly did not want to cry, it wasn’t right, but he couldn’t help it.

“What’s wrong mate?” Ron asked, knowing in that horrible instant, the way everyone knows from looking at someone’s face that the world is a darker place for the loss of someone dearly loved no longer being in it. “Harry?” He asked, but the boy refused to look at him his tears falling uncontrollably.

“It isn’t true. I don’t believe it. You’re a liar Neville, you’re a bloody liar and a lousy friend,” Seamus was screaming out in the hall. “And dam you for it. Dam you!”

The kitchen door opened as Luke led a distraught Neville into the room, the boy was clearly shaking white faced with shock, and behind him Seamus looked as angry as Harry. Dean walked up to him.

“Seamus, I’m sorry,” Dean said calmly.

“No. Shut up. Shut up, you’re wrong about it too. Shut the hell up!” Seamus said, “Just shut up!”

Then Ron saw Dean take Seamus in an embrace, the sandy haired boy tried to pull away but Dean would not let him go. “No. No. No…” he said and started to cry, crumpling like paper into the black boy’s arms. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Ron felt his stomach fall and before he realized it, he knew. Before he had dropped his cup, before it had smashed on the kitchen floor, before Harry had said it coldly and painfully, before it had been thrown out for all the world to hear, he had felt it. He could still see the boy’s smiling face sitting next to him just a week ago. There was that owl Ottery had sent sitting by Ron’s bedside still unopened from Azkaban…

“Ottery’s dead, Ron. Ottery’s dead.”

Ron held Hermione so tightly in that instant, he held her so closely because he felt that if he did not, he was going to fall. He needed her then, he needed her as much as she needed him because it was as if he were falling. But there was no time for that now … the moment passed and he held her close, kissing her hair trying to comfort her, suddenly knowing that he needed to be there for her, he needed to be strong for her, and for Harry too.

Dean was stroking Seamus’ hair as the boy cried on the kitchen floor. Neville was staring at the table blankly and Luke looked so out of place. He didn’t know what to do, he just stood there trying to ignore everyone’s pain. Ron didn’t know who to feel the sorriest for. He kissed Hermione again and sighed, her pain did not leave him the luxury of tears.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 07:45 AM

The memory of farewell or I love you Ronald Weasley!

A flashback

It was early in the winter, and it was snowing everywhere or so it seemed. Ron had invited Harry to stay at the Burrow, and Ottery who lived in the town was — oddly enough — at home for a change. The dark haired boy had come to visit. The lake was frozen over, and Harry, Ginny, Luna, Bill and Charlie were skating, the twins were on their brooms making sporadic attacks diving and hitting unsuspecting skaters with snowballs, and somehow in the midst of all that merriment Ottery had managed to corner Ron for a second under the old Willow tree, now barren of leaves.

“Ron, I … well I’m going to be going away again,” Ottery said.

“Why don’t you stay? It’s fun here at the Burrow and it’s almost Christmas …”

“I can’t spend Christmases here Ron,” Ottery replied, his usual cryptic self. “A friend of mine comes to visit my home and I can’t be here when he calls.”

“It’s fun, you’re the only one who can get the twins at their cracks, and Mum loves it when you tell your stories and you make peppermint bark and…”

Before he could say anything else Ottery had bent down and kissed the boy, stopped him midstream. Ron jumped back a little surprised.

“What was that?” He asked.

“Would you believe my lips were cold?” Ottery remarked blushing. In the background the laughter was coming from the lake and the mock sound of planes diving as the twins attacked, and not a few spells were sent up in retaliation.

“Ottery you kissed me,” Ron said.

“Guilty as charged,” the dark haired boy replied mischievously.

“But you’re a boy.”

“Uhm, that I’m sure of,” Ottery remarked. This was not going the way he had planned it.

“But I’m a boy too,” Ron replied both of them blushing.

“I hope so,” Ottery answered cheekily. “Otherwise I’m going to have to rethink a few things I was so sure of…”

“I don’t like you like that Otts,” Ron replied, looking at the ground.

“More’s the pity for me,” Ottery said the sadness in his voice more palpable than ever. “It’s just that my lips were cold then,” he lied, staring off into the distance. He couldn’t lie to Ron to his face and the boy was looking at him.

“I … I’m sorry, I …” Ron started nervously. He hadn’t meant to hurt his friend’s feelings.

“Don’t worry about it kid. My hearts in so many pieces a few more won’t kill it,” Ottery said quickly. He turned to see Ron looking at him unsure of what to do, and the dark haired boy took something out of his cloak then. “Merry Christmas Ron,” he said handing the boy a large box. He smiled as the red haired boy took it and Ottery disapparated.

Ron had opened the box to find something along with the funny pair of otter slippers he wore to keep his feet warm in the winter.

♥

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-18-2006, 07:47 AM

AN: Two more chapters I think to edit and this fic is done. I don't know if some of you 'anonymous' people ... at least the one's who remember to show up invisible are actually reading this but comments are love, even if it's just to say, "You suck Ottery go be an accountant!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111" At least then I'd know you were reading it and not just annoying me.

♥ Love,

~The management

padfoot_88 · 12-18-2006, 04:15 PM

Quote:

Uncle Vernon, had reluctantly agreed to let Harry leave, it meant getting him out of the house and that was always a good thing. There was less likely chance of odd happenings like his sister blowing out, or oddly dressed figures showing up at his house. Heaven’s knew the neighbors were nosy people they were always watching for anything odd and out of the ordinary. Marge could attest to that she was always watching to see what the neighbors were up too.

Do you mean Petunia, dearest one? Not meaning to be picky, but I noticed it when re-reading the first page...*grins*

So I've just reached the bottom of page 2...My, Hermione has some wild daydreams...even mine don't get that bad! LOL
It's 2am and I'm practically asleep at the keyboard, so I'm going to leave it there for now. I'll pick up where I left off in the morning. After I've been into town to get some supplies for your Christmas card. I know exactly how I'm going to make it...you're going to love it. I know you will!

*kissesandtacklepouncehugsforever*
Shan-Shan
XoXo

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 01:39 AM

Yes I meant Petunia, you're mean for not letting me know the exact post # now I have to look for it, and worse for letting everyone know ... because it makes it twice as awful because this posting is supposed to be the edited version *Smoochies you because he loves you just the way you are* Thanks for catching it Shan-Shan I love you. But did you see my secret siggy text?

I think you're my only reader Shan-Shan so ...

I wuv you

padfoot_88 · 12-19-2006, 07:57 AM

I wuv you more. And I'm sorry...LOL. I can go back and find the exact post for you if you want...So what if I'm your only reader...at least you know I'll be enjoying it! LOL. I think coz this fic is in Other Stories people don't know it's here. But not everything can be romance, can it? I want to get away from romance for a while...I'm running low on ideas at this current moment...not to mention I haven't even finished my current ones yet...On that note, I'm going to write more on my next posts...

padfoot_88 · 12-19-2006, 03:01 PM

Shan-Shan ♥'s you!
*smoochiesglomps*

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 07:50 PM

Ottery ♥'s Shan-Shan & is PWN'd by Shan-Shan
4-Ever!!!!!!!!!!!!11111
*runningtacklesmoochiesglomps withRupert&chocolate*

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 07:54 PM

“It’s the end of the world, as we know it and I feel fine…” Or Mars Attacks!
By Ottery St. Catchpole

Chapter Seven: Oh crap, Ottery’s dead, what the devil do we do now … or Trouble on the ~~Hogwart’s~~ Shanghai Express.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 07:58 PM

A train, a cat, and the rain

It was raining, which Ottery would have thought fitting for the first day back to school. It had been steadily raining since the day he had been laid to rest on that sad little hill under the tree overlooking his plantation home of Tara just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole the village.

It was as he would have wanted it, just like the fights at his funeral. You don’t live to be near a hundred and not make a lot of enemies, some of them lining up to spit on your grave, others to make sure you really were gone, and not a few there to actually pay their respects, though surprisingly less than the ones who wanted to spit on your grave.

Ron was looking out of the window of the train as the rain came down. A moment alone to think on everything that had happened that sad summer. He had spent so much time with Hermione and Harry who did not want to be alone, and by turns they were always wanting to talk about it. The killer had of course escaped, though the search was still on for Lord Archer Armstrong, Ottery’s old enemy. Ron had gone ahead to find a compartment he had said and in all the shuffle before they could object, he had run in and found a empty compartment, pulled the curtain down, locked it and sat down alone.

“Something is clearly troubling you young man,” a familiar voice asked.

Ron turned expecting to find the smiling mischievous face of his old dark haired friend Ottery but instead sitting in the opposite corner staring at him was a black cat. He turned away.

“What, so sure are you that cats can’t talk?” He asked. Ron turned to find the feline sitting there staring at him. “The name’s Casper before you get any ideas ... and yes he really is dead. Didn’t you see the bear?” He asked knowingly.

“You can read my mind or something?” Ron asked incredulously. Just what he needed, to find that he was going mental. You weren’t supposed to hear cats talking and worse you weren’t supposed to reply to them.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Oh we’re going to have a fun term this year,” the cat said laughing heartily, though to Ron Casper looked as if he were merely mewing.

Just then the compartment door opened to let Hermione, Harry and Ginny in, and in the hustle the cat had jumped down and made his getaway.

“Hey wait,” Ron said. “I locked the door,” he whispered.

“Nice of you to wait for us Ron,” Hermione said acidly. Obviously going back to school was making it easier for her to go back to her bossy, nagging ways.

“I don’t want to go to school,” Ginny said without much conviction, with that said she walked out. She had walked in to sit down and then stepped out.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:01 PM

The cruel twists of fate

As the rain came down it washed over the trees and the grass, and the cheap wooden cross that Ottery had requested as his marker.

“Even in death he’s a cheapskate,” thought the man standing over the grave.

He spat on it and walked away, Lord Archer Armstrong, his revenge enacted felt accomplished, but empty somehow. The question now was what to do with the rest of his wretched life? Running from the wizarding law and the muggle law and he had only that stupid dead boy to thank for that. Even in death Ottery was a nuisance. He pulled up his cloak as much for the rain as to hide himself.

He had not taken it. He dare not take it. He told himself that he had some modicum of respect for the dead boy. So Archer had left him lying there sitting at the foot of the cross. The old hand sewn teddy bear, with Ottery gone the spell it seemed had been broken, and Teddy lay quietly to sleep next to the boy’s wooden marker.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:03 PM

Birds of a feather

“I’m going to find him, and I’m going to kill him,” David said.

“You’re going to waste your life looking for revenge. Ottery wouldn’t have wanted that.”

“You need to be quiet about that sir,” David said to the old wizard, respectfully though there was the threat of discord in his voice. “You kept things from me. Both of you and I don’t think what either of you thought or think counts for much right now.” David said as tears streamed down his cheeks. He cursed as he stood up and walked out of the Headmaster’s Office. He had not lost Ottery once, but twice, and this time David was sure the boy was gone from him forever.

“I’m going with him,” came Melissa’s voice softly from the chair next to the empty one David had been occupying.

“You should take some time to get acclimatized. Perhaps there’s something the Ministry or I can do about getting you back to your time Melissa.”

“As sweet a sentiment as that is Professor…I guess Headmaster now.” She spared her old teacher a smile and he returned it. “I can’t leave him that way. David’s my link to the past, he’s … he’s … all I’ve got now.”

“He’s the only one who knew how much Ottery meant to you as well.” The old Headmaster replied, just then looking all the years he was.

The curly haired girl nodded. She was out of tears, a long time ago she had learned that nothing much ever came of them other than puffy eyes, and a great big ache in your chest. She could do without the puffy eyes, and the pity they usually garnered. The Headmaster stood up, and Melissa followed suit. He had a school to greet and she had to pack for a trip around the world. It seemed she was always going somewhere or another.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:05 PM

Loneliness is my friend

Ron did not feel like the company of his friends just then, he didn’t have the heart to argue with Hermione right now so after a bit, like Ginny he walked out without a word, despite the frizzy haired girl’s protestations.

“What’s wrong with him, Harry?” Hermione asked suddenly, her face torn apart by worry and grief. “What’s wrong with Ron?”

Harry well knew what was wrong with the boy. Ron was the strongest of them all in character. He would not let himself cry, not in front of them, not even at night when they all slept in the same room, at the darkest hour when everyone was asleep. Ron was keeping it all inside because it hurt so much. Ottery and Ron had had a lovely friendship, not like Harry’s and Ron but just as special. Harry had never envied it, or been jealous of it, because it was different, and though he was not a part of it, he had been friends with Ottery as well, everyone had been, in some way or another. The older boy had always been in their lives, from the very beginning, like an older brother, like a best friend, like Tom Hanks in Bossom Buddies, except without the drag. Ottery was just funny, and suddenly now he was gone. Not gone like on one of his adventures, or on one of his trips but gone as in forever, gone away never to come back. The idea took some getting used too.

“He’s broken hearted Hermione.”

“What? Doesn’t he think the rest of us are too?” she snapped suddenly.

“Yeah, I’m sure he does Hermione. But he’s been a little bit too busy holding you and taking your hand to have a moment for himself to cry,” Harry shot back suddenly and wished he had not. They were the closest of friends, but some things were kept between men … and Harry felt he had betrayed that.

Hermione shut up at that and stared out the window, her eyes welling up with tears. Harry was about to walk out too. He really did not need that, girl’s blubbering was enough to drive any man to madness. Half the time you didn’t know what brought it on, you just knew it was something you’d said and it was all your fault even if she had made you say it in the first place. Then you felt sorry for it and found that nothing you said or did could stop the flow of tears.

Neville opened the door, behind him Dean and Seamus.

“Do you mind, everywhere else is — .”

“Come on in,” Harry said, glad for the company, he turned to find that
mysteriously somehow Hermione’s eyes had suddenly dried.

Dean sat next to her, and Seamus next to him.

“Are you all right?” Dean asked Hermione.

Seamus for his part looked listless and bored. He wasn’t talking to anyone he was just staring at the luggage in the racks above as if bored with the whole of existence. He had been like that since mid-summer when they had gotten the news. Dean spent every waking moment with the sandy haired boy trying to coax him to take an interest in things but nothing seemed to work, still Dean would not leave him alone, would never leave his side.

Neville seemed to be taking it the best of them all, ironically enough, everyone pretended they did not know, that they were not awake in the middle of the night when Neville woke up to cry himself to sleep. Ottery had been everyone’s friend it seemed. Well almost everyone’s.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:07 PM

With enemies like this … no wonder he went looking for better.

“Good riddance if you ask me,” Crabbe said. “Ran around acting like a bloody prefect always telling us what to do. No big loss anyways,” he ended.

Draco lay sprawled out on a whole seat of the train, eyes closed not listening to his minions’ idiocies. They were muscle, if he needed conversation with some mental acuity there was Blaise and Nott. More Blaise than Nott, the former boy had a sharp tongue and a wandering eye. Pansy at least looked pretty when they talked, but the danger with her lay in that her beauty was distracting. He missed her since she had gone with Nott, but his pretending-not-to-be-interested ploy was working. At least he hoped, Draco couldn’t tell Pansy was always laughing and touching Nott whenever he happened to pass by. He smiled it away and ignored them, playing at being civil.

“Won’t be stopping us in the halls anymore,” Goyle said.

“There was that time he turned all my knuts into frogs,” Crabbe remembered.

Draco interjected, happy to have something take his mind off of Pansy & Nott for a bit.

“What’s so bad about that?” Draco asked. Just how many knuts could Crabbe have lost anyways right?

“They were in my pants,” Crabbe answered.

“And he was wearing his pants,” Goyle interjected. “At the time.”

Yup, that had been Ottery. Draco smiled in spite of himself, as he saw the green lush countryside passing by under the darkening clouds. Life was going to be emptier without him, but one day he would have had to have been taken care of, and Draco would have loathed to have been the one to have do it. Perhaps it was for the best. Ottery out of the way the road to the scar head was suddenly easier. But what did he care about such things, he had just not wanted to soil his hands with blood.

Not unless he had too. (Yes, my Draco is darker).

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:09 PM

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

“Oh, Pansy,” Nott was whining, as she slapped him, a little harder this time.

He had gone to the trouble of getting them a compartment to themselves at the back of the train away from Prefects and Gryffindors and everyone and she wanted to [/b]think[/b]. She wanted time to think. He wanted to make out, as much as he admired Pansy’s mind it was her beautiful lips and her adoring eyes and her shapely figure that kept him awake nights.

Theodore ran his fingers down her arm entreatingly, and Pansy swatted them away. She loved toying with him, sometimes she scolded him playfully but at that moment she was not so much interested in getting him all hot and bothered as getting him to stop bothering her.

“Please,” he begged. He bent down and kissed her neck as his hand wandered and she slapped it away again.

“Why do boys have to be so uncouth?” She asked. “Next time I’m slipping a mouse trap down my bra and we’ll see how well that trick works again, okay?”

Nott looked at her penitently.

“I’m obviously in need of a scolding.” He replied suggestively.

“What you’re in need of is an a— ,” mercifully for me *the narrators blushing* the train drove into a tunnel just then so I couldn’t hear what she said, but I’m sure it was nothing nice.

In the darkness of the tunnel — it was daylight however, grim the cloudy sky was outside so the train lights had not come on yet — there was the sound of a scuffle and when the train exited the tunnel Nott was lying on the floor of his compartment on his knees holding his most precious possessions, while Pansy straightened her robes.

“I don’t think this is going to work out Nott. You’re not as smart as I thought,” she said walking out of the compartment and into a red-haired boy.

“You clumsy— ,” she stopped herself realizing who it was.

Ron did not reply but merely walked past her to the end of the train car and outside. He needed air badly.

Pansy suddenly had a wicked thought. Ronald Weasley really was one of the cutest boys in her year, she had felt his muscles under his robes for a split second *Ottery squee from the afterlife* but she had never paid him any mind. How could she, he was beneath her, in class, in his poverty, in his intelligence, in everything, but this chance encounter had made her notice him.

You didn’t have to love a man to be with him, her mother had always told her. Men were for the most part, a means to an end. It had been Pansy’s mistake to fall in love with Draco. But suddenly there was Ronald Weasley, fun and jealous revenge all rolled into one gorgeous red-haired package. She was going to enjoy breaking Draco. She started after him, then.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:10 PM

Grooming

“I can’t believe you haven’t opened the letter yet,” there was that voice again that sounded so hauntingly like Ottery’s. Ron turned to see the black cat again, licking himself.

“Do you have to do that here?” The red-haired boy asked.

“We’re very clean creatures I’ll have you know, and I was simply combing my hair,” the cat snapped back licking his paw and running it over his head despite the boy’s objections.

“How do you even know about the letter?”

“If you’re expecting me to say, ‘because I wrote it,’ you’re out of luck friend. I’m not that fool boy or some reincarnated version of his soul. He’s gone, deal with it. You’re yet to lose a lot of things in your life. That’s why it’s best to hold onto them closely and strongly as long as you can, because no matter the strength of your grip you’re going to lose everything someday.” Casper said sagely.

“If you’re done with the philosophy lesson,” the red-haired boy exclaimed angrily making to walk back inside the train, the fast wind whipping through his hair.

“Don’t be a fool Ron. He’s gone, but Harry’s still here, and there’s yet much to do.”

“Saving the world was Ottery’s job.” Ronald replied wearily.

“And you remember what Ottery told you?” The cat asked.

A lonely tear rolled down Ron’s eye, as he whispered, “Saving Harry’s life is your job.”

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:12 PM

The last boxcar, the baggage compartment

Pansy walked out of the train car to find nothing, then she walked to another and still no sign of the boy. She had been careful to look inside to see that he had not taken up a seat with anyone in the other compartments. There were not that many cars behind them, they had been close to the end, when she smiled. Past that door was the end of the train, there was nowhere else he could be except in the caboose, watching the tracks go by. She thought it was funny. Draco liked to do that too sometimes, to clear his head. She had found Draco there their first year. Sitting with his feet dangling over the rails, she had thought him so brave then, doing that. Draco had pretended to throw her over the side and she had screamed up a storm so that Professor Flitwick had come to check, and she had lied to him about what all the yelling was about. It was not the first time Pansy had lied to cover up for Draco, nor would it be the last.

She opened the door that led to the caboose and screamed suddenly, but not for long as she fell down stunned.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:15 PM

A Ron & Ottery Flashback (Circa PoA)

It was beautiful but then when friends are around things tend to be more beautiful.

“Red and black checkered pajamas Ron?” Ottery asked from where he was sitting next to the lake by the Burrow. The younger boy shushed him quickly. It was late and Ron had had to slip out of the room he shared with the twins, and they were likely to wake up at any moment.

Ottery smiled mischievously at the red haired boy, he thought Ron looked cute in them, and his blushing, and his hair all undone only made him look even cuter.

“Why’d you want to see me?” He asked. “Out here? This late?”

Ottery smiled mischievously still, in reply.

“I learned a new spell and I needed someone to practice it on.” The dark haired boy replied.

“I’m not your guinea pig Otts. Last time you turned me into a cat and I almost ate Scabbers.” Ron objected.

“Yeah well, that rat can run,” he said disconcertingly. He didn’t know why but he did not like the rat.

Ron sat next to him on the fallen tree trunk that served as a bench or a backrest (really depended on how you sat on it) as the dark skinned boy took out a chocolate frog and handed it to his friend.

The boy ripped the corner of the package off spitting the end out of his mouth. In an instant it had blazed up and disappeared. Ron turned to find Ottery putting his wand away.

“Sorry, not too keen on litter,” he said.

“I woulda picked it up,” Ron lied, and Ottery ran his hands through the boy’s hair.

“C’mon then, be a pal, and I’ll show you how to do the trick. It might come in handy someday.” Ottery lied.

Usually the spells he learned only came in handy for getting you into trouble or exploding things, not that exploding things wasn’t fun in it’s own right, just last semester Ron had exploded Draco’s hat at the end of term feast – much to professor Snape’s chagrin as he could not put the boy in detention. But seldom did Ottery know a spell for something useful like making mountains of chocolate. The obvious danger with transfiguring objects into food was that the spell might wear off and you’d find your stomach full of wood chips or some other such rot.

“Please Ron,” the dark haired boy begged, his eyes pleading with the boy.

He loved his friend, and though he knew it went against his better judgment —
but then again what was judgment for if not for keeping you from doing fun things — Ron nodded and Ottery whooped loudly so that Ron had to shush him through a mouthful of chocolate.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:16 PM

“Are you sure I don’t have bat ears?” Ron asked.

Ottery nodded, as he ran his hands up and down the boys long black feathered wings.

“Stop that Ottery,” Ron said blushing suddenly as he pulled his wings back. It was making him feel funny.

“I’m sorry,” the boy replied blushing too. “Now its my turn,” he said, standing a distance away from the red-haired boy. “Just remember, this is Spanish not English, it’s alas not a lass,” the Mexican boy corrected.

On the third try Ron had gotten it right.

“I guess I don’t mind the cat ears,” Ottery said, twitching the cute little cat ears on top of his head. “But the tail,” he said, as he swished a long, furry black tail into sight, “is going to make sitting a bit interesting.”

Ron was blushing, but he had finally gotten it right. Behind Ottery, a pair of large black-feathered wings rose up on either side. Standing there under the moonlight, by the quiet little lake, in the forest at night Ottery looked like a dark Icarus or a fallen angel. Ottery ran up to the boy and took Ron’s hand in his own. It was time to fly.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:18 PM

For a week they had been doing the same thing every night, late in the evening away from everyone, for five nights they had kept crashing into the lake or getting stuck in trees and other things. You don’t just grow wings and suddenly know how to fly except in myths and fairy tales . So it had taken the boys a bit of a while to figure their wings out but with the help of a friendly crow named Blackwing (well no one’s ever accused a crow of being original) they were flying soon enough.

“He’s not going to eat you Blackwing, I promise,” Ron said from where he was sitting in the tree next to the crow while Ottery swooped over the lake.

“He looks like a cat, with those ears and tail,” Blackwing cawed in reply.

“Yeah he does. Don’t know why he hasn’t lost them. It’s not as if he doesn’t know a spell to get rid of them, but I swear he’s not a cat.”

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:20 PM

“Why did you want to learn that spell?” Ron asked Ottery as he sat on the tree trunk, wingless. “You’re just like Hermione, always learning new stuff.”

“Hermione, eh?” Ottery remarked landing next to him. Ron blushed. “So that’s my competition,” the dark haired boy added in a whisper.

“Shut up,” Ron replied looking at the ground.

“You’re right. She’s already won, if I remember correctly.” Ottery said playfully. He loved picking on the shy boy, Ron blushed so sweetly.

“So, why did you?” Ron persisted.

“I thought you’d wanted me to shut up.” Ottery replied giggling.

Ron pushed him off the log.

“You never know what you might need when you’re out in the world.” Ottery said. There were times he could be so serious, you could almost forget you were talking to a fifth year (who’d been at Hogwarts for three years now come to think on it…but that thought was soon out of Ron’s mind).

“Because it’s your job to save the world,” Ron replied smiling, throwing Ottery’s words back at him. He always said that.

“Just like saving Harry’s life is your job,” Ottery replied, reminding the boy of his sacrifice that first year.

“It’s not my job. I’d do it for any mate,” Ron answered blushing.

“I’ll make sure you never do it for me,” Ottery said, and Ron looked at him curiously. “It would be a pity to squander it,” Ottery clarified.

“Shut up.” Ron said just as seriously.

The dark haired boy wanted to kiss him then for being so sweet and kind. Ron had meant that. But Ottery knew that love is a funny thing, love is a fickle thing.

“Want to go for a swim?” Ottery asked, as he did away with his wings and with another flicker of his wand his cat ears and tail.

“You just want to see me out of my pants,” Ron said cheekily.

Ottery shrugged, and blushed. Ron pulled his shirt up over his head and started running to the lake, “Catch me if you can.”

The dark haired boy ran after him laughing.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:23 PM

In present times

Ron looked at the cat again.

“I know Ottery was an awesome liar. Truly one of the greats, right up there with Brutus, Delilah, and Cleopatra, but you have to understand, I’m not him. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can spare yourself heartbreak,” Casper answered coldly and firmly.

“Yeah, you couldn’t be him,” Ron said as he turned to walk back into the train. I loved him.

“I wouldn’t suggest using that particular door. Your beloved Hogwarts Express is being hijacked.” The cat replied. “I would definately try the roof first.”

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:25 PM

Trainnapping

“Drop the wand or I blow the kids head off,” the Death Eater said pointing a wand under a second year’s face. The girl was crying timidly.

“She’s in Slytherin,” Harry said coldly.

There was a loud crash as the large trunk that Hermione had been hovering over the masked man’s head came crashing down knocking him out. In the same instant Harry had yanked the girl away and turned his back on the Death Eater to cover the Slytherin girl with his own body. She was crying hysterically as Harry asked her if she was all right.

“You pig,” a blonde haired girl was saying as the door at the end of the car burst open and another man went crashing through it. Behind her Ginny was smiling.

“Nice work Luna,” Ginny said rushing over to kick the man to make sure he was out. Seriously, trying to scare girls that way was plain mean.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked.

“It’s an ambush or something,” Hermione replied. “Just like at the Cup Harry. They’re probably after you.”

“You’re a smart one, stupefy,” a Death Eater screamed from the other end of the compartment, blasting Hermione and then hitting Luna with the same spell. Ginny jumped back into a compartment next to her ducking a blast, and Harry tackled him. The youngest Weasley found herself in a compartment full of unsorted first years all of them crying, and cringing in fear.

“It’s going to be all right, who’s got a copy of their transfiguration book I can borrow?” Ginny asked trying to make her voice soothing.

“I-I-I-d-do.” An Indian girl said handing Ginny her copy of the very big volume.

“Are you going to change them into something?” A dark haired boy asked.

Ginny smiled, “Not exactly.”

She stood up and ran out into the hallway, wand in one hand and the book in the other. All the children rushed to the door to see what she would do. Ginny was casting a spell over the book, which started to spin over her hand and she flung it like a boomerang at the Death Eater who was trying to choke Harry. It hit him in the face and came back to Ginny, she flung it again using her wand to guide it. It flew around again and again gathering momentum as she flung it at the Death Eater until the man fell to the floor in a crumpled beaten heap.

“Harry are you all right?” Ginny asked smiling a little as the children behind her applauded and whistled.

“Yeah, I’m all right. But Hermione, and where’s Ron?” He asked.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:26 PM

New Heroes for a darker age

“I swear this is more fun than shooting fish in a barrel,” the dark haired boy said laughing. He flung a Death Eater through one of the glass windows of the train, he hoped to his death but they were driving over nice grassy countryside so the most the boy could hope for was a few broken bones, hopefully all of them.

“Avada K—”

“That spells just too long.” The boy laughed as he threw a piece of paper at the Death Eater’s chest where it exploded before she could finish her spell and she was thrown back against the train wall. “See? I didn’t even need to use one to stop you.” He walked up to the woman and put his boot on her neck choking her. “If you ever try that again in front of children I’ll crush your windpipe and we’ll see if you can ever use another unforgivable.” It had been a menacing whisper.

He dropped a sprinkling of sleeping powder on her and walked ahead carefully looking into every compartment. He had to make sure that the main engine wasn’t in their hands, the worst thing that could happen was the train stopping. And where the devil was that stupid cat?

OtterySt.Catchpole · 12-19-2006, 08:28 PM

With hostages like these …

“Stop your whimpering Longbottom,” Draco said nervously.

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one bleeding to death,” Luke threw back at the blonde haired boy as he held the blood soaked handkerchief to the boy’s arm.

Neville who was leaning back on the seat was sweating profusely and breathing raggedly. It had been Neville’s misfortune to have been in the way of a poisoned blade meant for Harry.

“Shut up, worm,” the woman said slapping Luke hard across the face. Draco smiled at that. He guessed, and rightly, he was untouchable, the sons of Death Eaters were not being harmed.

“I’m o-okay,” Neville lied as he flinched at the pain.

“What are you going to do with us?” Nott asked annoyed and angry as he held the unconscious form of Pansy in his arms. “Are we hostages or what?”

“Silence!” The woman screamed, then realizing who had asked thought to answer his question and thus quash any thought of their helping their friends escape. “You’re insurance should the aurors show up before we finish what we’re here to do.”

“Which is?” Nott asked.

“Normally I like inquisitive children. It’s a sign of a curious mind, but right now I’m busy. The next one to ask a question gets the cruciatus curse.” She remarked, and Nott sucked his breath in hard suddenly. It was his cousin Augusta Nott, and she meant what she had said.

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