Fire & Ice: War Games
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
3,505
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
First Sign Of Treason
‘When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.’
Japanese Proverb
Blue eyes twinkled warmly as the witch glared at him, “that was cold!” Auburn hair swayed as she retreated from the Great Hall, the Deputy Headmistress glared at those who met her eyes as she stalked out in a blur of robes.
“She’s right, Hagrid, that was cold.” Filtwick said, calmly finishing his punch. “You of all people shouldn’t joke about such things.”
The headmaster appeared to possess the graces to appear throughly sheepish and properly chastened. “Sorry,” he softly mumbled.
“Don’t be a prat and tell her yourself, Rubeus, after the polyjuice potion has worn off.” Sprout said refilling Filtwick’s and her own cups and waving her pinky finger at him.
The door creaked open as a figure dressed in black slipped into the room. Guided by the light of the wand’s tip, books and rolls of parchment tumbled to the floor. Quills broke, crunching beneath the figure’s feet as they trampled over the objects strewn across the floor. The figure staggered, an elbow brushed against the book fast as fingers grasped for leverage. “Bloody brilliant,” the figure muttered as the floor rushed upwards.
The wall nearby groaned as bricks shifted and a yellowed piece of parnt fnt fluttered onto the figure’s chest. Scanning the dusty parchment, the figure scrambled to his feet and out of the room. A sensation of pride fluttered in the figure’s chest, “I’m just as good as any Slytherin.” The figure’s body shrank, reforming into a new shape. Human features blurred as brown fur sprouted and a small blob was left in the figure’s place.
Small claws clicked across the stone floor of the hallway as the blob scurried, retreating from the Ministry of Magic and outside the building. The blob reformed before apparating into the darken world. In the space of a heartbeat, the figure disappated under the cloak of a tree grove.
Beady eyes quickly sought the ground, “I found it.”
“Good,” a hand reached down for the fragile document held out by shaking hands. A pale finger slowly traced the seal set in blue wax, “Roweavenavenclaw’s clue.” A slight mummer rippled through the sea of silver masks and black robes. “You,” he said looking at the hooded figure trembling at his feet. “We shall indeed have to find a suitable reward, one worthy of a Gryffindor.” The voice sneered as the last word was spoken.
Turning his attention back to the parchment and ignoring the Gryffindor’s stutters of gratitude, he broke the seal and read the four sentences carefully written. “What gibberish is this?!” He turned and thrust the crumbling parchment into a follower’s hand, “decipher the clue and bring me Ravenclaw’s contribution.”
He glanced up as the portrait opened and Soot stepped inside. “How was the hunt?”
“Routine as usual. Howler might just replace you as team captain.” She smiled, sitting down next to him on the couch, “the dark revel?”
“Surprisingly uneventful. He just carried on and on about the attack on Surrey.” His eyes glance at the flames flickering a few feet away. “Towards the end, someone showed up.”
“Who?”
“Some Gryffindor, kept his face hidden the entire time. But his voice sounded familiar, I don’t know.” He said with a small shrug, “He’s got the first clue.”
“Have you told our ‘slave master’?” Soot chuckled at the inside nickname for their watcher. Her laughter grew as she watched her companion grace her with a rare smile.
“I sent Horatio off after I got back.” His smile vanished behind the impassive mask.
“I’m going to bed. Night, Shadow.”
He watched her walk out of the room as his mind went over the clue left behind Rowena Ravenclaw. Prizing intelligence above all else, it was no surprise that the founder would weave a web with her words. The sight of the Dark Lord’s frustrated face had been worth missing the Halloween ball and seeing McGonagall yell at the headmaster, even if it really wasn’t him.
He smirked slightly, knowing the groundskeeper would never say who had brewed him the potion for his costume. He had never asked why the half-giant wanted the potion in the first place or who’s hair he was going to use. Of all the people, the grounds keeper was dead last on his list of suspect pranksters.
He stared into the crackling flames as the words written by Ravenclaw haunted him. His mind raced with the possibilities, analyzing each of the lines carefully.
Land of myth and legend no more,
Land of Death and Immortality lore.
Guarded by paw, beneath divine sorrow’s eyes,
My black tongue does lie.
A/N
It was about three in the morning when I wrote this. Normally I would just wait until the morning but this scene wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written and posted. Author begs for forgiveness.
Please Read & Review, author thanks you.
Japanese Proverb
Blue eyes twinkled warmly as the witch glared at him, “that was cold!” Auburn hair swayed as she retreated from the Great Hall, the Deputy Headmistress glared at those who met her eyes as she stalked out in a blur of robes.
“She’s right, Hagrid, that was cold.” Filtwick said, calmly finishing his punch. “You of all people shouldn’t joke about such things.”
The headmaster appeared to possess the graces to appear throughly sheepish and properly chastened. “Sorry,” he softly mumbled.
“Don’t be a prat and tell her yourself, Rubeus, after the polyjuice potion has worn off.” Sprout said refilling Filtwick’s and her own cups and waving her pinky finger at him.
The door creaked open as a figure dressed in black slipped into the room. Guided by the light of the wand’s tip, books and rolls of parchment tumbled to the floor. Quills broke, crunching beneath the figure’s feet as they trampled over the objects strewn across the floor. The figure staggered, an elbow brushed against the book fast as fingers grasped for leverage. “Bloody brilliant,” the figure muttered as the floor rushed upwards.
The wall nearby groaned as bricks shifted and a yellowed piece of parnt fnt fluttered onto the figure’s chest. Scanning the dusty parchment, the figure scrambled to his feet and out of the room. A sensation of pride fluttered in the figure’s chest, “I’m just as good as any Slytherin.” The figure’s body shrank, reforming into a new shape. Human features blurred as brown fur sprouted and a small blob was left in the figure’s place.
Small claws clicked across the stone floor of the hallway as the blob scurried, retreating from the Ministry of Magic and outside the building. The blob reformed before apparating into the darken world. In the space of a heartbeat, the figure disappated under the cloak of a tree grove.
Beady eyes quickly sought the ground, “I found it.”
“Good,” a hand reached down for the fragile document held out by shaking hands. A pale finger slowly traced the seal set in blue wax, “Roweavenavenclaw’s clue.” A slight mummer rippled through the sea of silver masks and black robes. “You,” he said looking at the hooded figure trembling at his feet. “We shall indeed have to find a suitable reward, one worthy of a Gryffindor.” The voice sneered as the last word was spoken.
Turning his attention back to the parchment and ignoring the Gryffindor’s stutters of gratitude, he broke the seal and read the four sentences carefully written. “What gibberish is this?!” He turned and thrust the crumbling parchment into a follower’s hand, “decipher the clue and bring me Ravenclaw’s contribution.”
He glanced up as the portrait opened and Soot stepped inside. “How was the hunt?”
“Routine as usual. Howler might just replace you as team captain.” She smiled, sitting down next to him on the couch, “the dark revel?”
“Surprisingly uneventful. He just carried on and on about the attack on Surrey.” His eyes glance at the flames flickering a few feet away. “Towards the end, someone showed up.”
“Who?”
“Some Gryffindor, kept his face hidden the entire time. But his voice sounded familiar, I don’t know.” He said with a small shrug, “He’s got the first clue.”
“Have you told our ‘slave master’?” Soot chuckled at the inside nickname for their watcher. Her laughter grew as she watched her companion grace her with a rare smile.
“I sent Horatio off after I got back.” His smile vanished behind the impassive mask.
“I’m going to bed. Night, Shadow.”
He watched her walk out of the room as his mind went over the clue left behind Rowena Ravenclaw. Prizing intelligence above all else, it was no surprise that the founder would weave a web with her words. The sight of the Dark Lord’s frustrated face had been worth missing the Halloween ball and seeing McGonagall yell at the headmaster, even if it really wasn’t him.
He smirked slightly, knowing the groundskeeper would never say who had brewed him the potion for his costume. He had never asked why the half-giant wanted the potion in the first place or who’s hair he was going to use. Of all the people, the grounds keeper was dead last on his list of suspect pranksters.
He stared into the crackling flames as the words written by Ravenclaw haunted him. His mind raced with the possibilities, analyzing each of the lines carefully.
Land of myth and legend no more,
Land of Death and Immortality lore.
Guarded by paw, beneath divine sorrow’s eyes,
My black tongue does lie.
A/N
It was about three in the morning when I wrote this. Normally I would just wait until the morning but this scene wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written and posted. Author begs for forgiveness.
Please Read & Review, author thanks you.