Paralyzer

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A/N: Sorry about not updating on Friday guys, but I’m still utterly depressed about the lack of reviews this story is getting. And, might I point out, I only guaranteed Mondays, Fridays are just an extra perk….plus I accidentally slept all day. Mama Lithos wanted to take the twins (their first birthday is on the first, can you believe it??) for the day to do spoiling grandma stuff, and they’ve both figured out how to get out of their beds and have been running around the house during the middle of the night all week, so naturally, being the good mother I am, I’ve been awake as well, making sure they don’t stick their fingers in light sockets or whatever and trying to get them back to sleep. It’s not easy and as a result I was totally pooped on Friday. I think I woke up long enough to make myself some toaster waffles for lunch then went right back to bed. So, no update Friday, but here’s an extra long one. Maybe eventually we’ll get a little plot for once….maybe….who knows…..the blue zombie bunnies probably know, but they aren’t a very talkative bunch.



Chapter 4 “Sneaky, conniving, twinkly old coot!”





After Ginny appropriated a pair of Harry’s boxers and a long shirt to wear over them, and after Harry himself changed into a less-glomp inducing pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, they headed down the hall to the den where Sirius was beginning to twitch. Dumbledore must have been in fine form that night because Harry could almost swear he saw his godfather reach for a lamp when Dumbledore turned to greet them, and then hastily retract his hand before Dumbledore turned again, but he couldn’t be sure. Remus, looking more sleepy than annoyed, was sitting on the couch next to Sirius, eyes half lidded and he seemed to be swaying a little. Poor Remus, not taking the wolfsbane was proving to be harder than taking it had ever been, and being woken up in the middle of the night for some unknown reason by Dumbledore was not helping any.



“Ah! There you are,” Dumbledore twinkled, “that was much faster than I expected, is everything alright?” He leaned forward conspiratorally and stage whispered, “If you ARE having problems in that department Harry, you should see Madame Pomfrey, she has the most wonderful little blue….”



“Albus,” Sirius jumped in, “It’s late, and we’re all very tired,” he patted Remus’s leg gently, startling the werewolf awake for a moment before he lapsed back in to half-conciousness, “Why don’t you tell us why you’re here?” Even though I already know, he added to himself.





“Ah yes, of course, of course,” Dumbledore smiled, and settled back in his chair, taking a sip of tea as Ginny took the remaning armchair and Harry sat on the floor, resting his head against her knees. “As I said to you earlier, Sirius, I’m in quite a bind.” Sirius nodded impatiently. “As I also said earlier, all of Hogwarts teachers are gone, except for Hagrid of course. Dear man that he is.”



“Gone!” Harry gaped, “How? What happened?? Are they alright?” His mind instantly jumping to the conclusion that somehow Voldemort had escaped the mental hospital and thanks to the medications they’d no doubt given him there, had launched an attack on Hogwarts’ staff. In reality, Voldemort was currently being sat on and restrained by three burly night nurses while a fourth tried to figure out how in the hell a pair of women’s playboy brand panties (very skimpy panties at that) had come to be in the isolation cell.



“Oh, they’re quite fine Harry, not to worry. Severus is, I believe, living in an ashram in the Himalayas to sort out his anger and abandonment issues, Minerva is researching a novel on the Native American medicine men, and I believe that Madam Hooch is coaching her granddaughter’s quidditch league in Germany. They have a shot at the championships this year…as for the rest, I think I heard the words ‘Caribbean cruise’ bandied about the teachers’ lounge quite a bit.” Dumbledore smiled.



“Oh good….wait…what?” Harry smiled then frowned and blinked. “So….they’re all just on vacation? Won’t they be back in time for school to start?”



“Well no….” Dumbledore looked put-out for a moment, “you see, it’s not just a vacation, it’s a sabbatical. Teachers are supposed to have them every few years, but what with this and that, I suppose it never really came up in discussion. Now that things have settled down, they’ve all up and left for their year off, and I’m stuck. I have a few substitutes of course, Grubby-plank and Firenze, but there are still quite a few openings that need filling.”



“Oh….” Harry said, catching on and looking over at his godfather who nodded and rolled his eyes. “Well…Professor….that’s quite unfortunate.” Harry, of course, had no desire to return to Hogwarts, he’d already spent 7 years there thank you very much, so he wasn’t about to offer Dumbledore help. He’d accept if asked, of course, but in his experience, Dumbledore never asked outright. An uncomfortable silence stretched, broken only by Remus’s slight snores and the tinkle of china cups against their plates.



Ginny, listening to the old wizard speak and thinking to herself that he was a sneaky, conniving, twinkling old coot, couldn’t help but be a little pleased. If Harry was a professor…She grinned to herself, imagining all the wonderful scenarios that could now be played out, and, best of all, she wouldn’t have to worry about Harry getting snatched away by another girl. But Harry wasn’t saying anything, really. She nudged him with her leg and he looked up at her. She widened her eyes and pointedly nodded towards the headmaster, but Harry didn’t get it because he just frowned and raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend. She sighed and rolled her eyes.



“Professor Dumbledore sir,” she said politely, “Can I steal Harry away for a second?”



“Of course Miss Weasley…ah to be young again.” The headmaster sighed, yet again misunderstanding. So she added ‘dirty minded’ to the list of Dumbledore’s attributes.



“Thank you sir,” she said as she stood, pulling a confused Harry up with her, “Excuse us,” she yanked on his arm and pulled him out of the room and a little ways down the hallway. Then she smacked his shoulder and he flinched.



“Ow Gin,” he grumbled, rubbing the sore spot. “What was that for?”



“Harry, you are obviously not thinking. Dumbledore wants you to offer to take a position at Hogwarts.” She said quietly.



“Well duh. Ginny, I figured that much out for myself. But I don’t want to go back to Hogwarts. I was there long enough.” Harry pointed out, frowning. She smacked his arm again, “Ow!”



“You’re still not thinking,” she chastised. “Who’s going to be Head-girl at Hogwarts this year?”



“You are.” Harry said, blinking. He still didn’t get it.



“And what is one of the awesome privileges of being head-girl? One that would be useful to, say, a couple who wanted to spend time together?” she spoke slowly. She loved Harry, but he was rather dense occasionally.



“No curfew…..ahhhhh……” He finally caught on and grinned, “And of course, as a professor I’d have my own chambers….”



“Exactly.” Ginny said, glad he’d finally arrived at the right conclusion. “And you know,” she said slyly, closing the small distance between them so that her body was pressed up against Harry’s and she could lean up to whisper in his ear, “I’ve always wanted to be the teacher’s pet.” She rubbed herself catlike against him, feeling his cock start hardening again. “I could stay after class and help…just like a good little school girl…and if I was naughty in class….” She drifted off and let his imagination do the rest. He may not come to the right conclusion very quickly, but he had a great imagination.



He bit his lip as she continued to grind up against him, then pushed her away slowly, “Ok Gin. You’ve made your point,” he sighed, wishing the old coot wasn’t just down the hall so he could let her keep going. He took her hand and led her back into the den. Remus was curled up at one end of the couch, no longer able to stay awake it seemed, and Sirius’s twitch had become more pronounced. “Sorry about that.” He said to his godfather, and then turned to Dumbledore, “Professor, if there’s anything I can do to help please just let me know and I’ll do it. Maybe I could take over a class or something until you find a more qualified replacement.”



“Excellent Harry!” Dumbledore beamed up at him, “You’d make a splendid Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor I dare say.” His beaming gaze followed Harry as he took the chair this time, Ginny settling on his lap and wiggling around (to make herself comfortable of course). He turned his full-powered twinkle on Sirius, “And would you and Remus mind terribly much filling in for McGonagall and Flitwick?”



Sirius twitched a little more, but could see no way out now that Harry had accepted, and judging from Ginny’s smug smile he knew why his godson HAD accepted, “Of course not Albus, anything to help the old alma mater.”



“Splendid, splendid. Now, then Harry, I’d also like you to be Gryffindor’s head of house. The younger students all know and respect you already of course, and you are a true Gryffindor through and through.” Dumbledore glanced quickly at Sirius, “As are you and Remus of course, Sirius, but I think the students will respond better to Harry.”



“Of course, Albus,” Sirius said, actually relieved he wouldn’t have head of house duties. It was bad enough he had to teach. He wondered idly if grading homework was as boring as doing the assignment in the first place and nudged Remus gently to wake him. “If that’s all, I really do think we should get some sleep, since we apparently have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow getting ready for the student’s returns. And I’m sure you have more teachers to collect.”



“Oh yes, I do have a few more stops to make,” Dumbledore agreed and finished his tea. “Do stay seated, I’ll see myself out,” he said, for which Harry was grateful. Ginny’s wriggling had only enhanced his problem from the hallway and while his pajama bottoms were baggy….they weren’t THAT baggy. “See you all tomorrow at Hogwarts then for a staff meeting.” He said cheerily and left with a pop.



Sirius sighed, then looked over at Harry and Ginny. “And where does your mother think you are Ginny? I don’t mind if you stay of course, but I don’t want Molly breaking down my door in the morning trying to find you.”



Ginny smiled, “I was supposed to be babysitting for Fleur, but they came home early. Mum doesn’t expect me back until tomorrow afternoon though since I told her I would probably be coming here afterwards.” This was true, to an extent. She HAD said she’d be coming over to Potter Manor after babysitting, but she was supposed to be spending the night at her brother’s house.



“Uh huh….” Sirius rolled his eyes. He knew teenage disobedience when he saw it. Hell, he’d practically written the book on it. “Well, be careful.” He’d meant be careful about being caught, but Ginny flushed and Harry turned beet red.



“Sirius!” he choked.



“What?” Sirius looked up and saw his godson’s face, suddenly remembering what he’d walked in on earlier. “Oh! Oh god! No! Well…Yes that too…but…I meant about getting in trouble with Molly! I don’t want to be in hot water with that woman either and she’ll likely attack me just as much as you if she finds out what you two are up to….since I didn’t stop it….of course I didn’t know, exactly…..though now that I think about it….” He paled and put his head in his hands, “I’m shutting up now.” He turned to his mate and shook the man gently again, “Come on Remmy, time for bed.”



“Bed?” The werewolf mumbled into the pillow of the couch, “Bed nice, like bed.” He allowed Sirius to pull him up and half carry him out of the room, “night Harry…night Ginny….see you in school Monday….” He mumbled as he passed. So he wasn’t totally dead to the world it seemed.



Ginny waited until they’d left before turning around in the chair so that she was straddling Harry in it, and beamed at him, “So….I guess you want to go to sleep too so you’ll be all rested for the staff meeting tomorrow right?”



“Not exactly,” Harry grinned and then proceeded to show her what exactly he did want instead, remembering the silencing spells this time.



*************



Draco Malfoy was still at his booth watching the bartenders to make sure they weren’t watering down the last call drinks when the bouncer came up to him.



“Mister Malfoy, there’s an old geezer out front, says he wants to talk to you. Looks kind of crazy to me.”



Draco frowned, “Does this ‘old geezer’ have a long silver beard and long hair by any chance?” he asked the bouncer who nodded. “And does he seem excessively….twinkly…especially around the eyes?” another nod. Draco sighed, “Let him in.” The bouncer turned on his heel and returned a moment later with a very old wizard in spangled blue robes, the belt of which had a long beard tucked into it. “Professor Dumbledore,” Draco said, politely rising and gesturing to the booth, “Please, sit. Its last call, but would you like a beverage?”



“Oh, no thank you Mister Malfoy, I’ve had quite a lot of strong tea already tonight,” Said the old wizard with his usual smile. “I see you’re doing well for yourself these days. How is your mother?”



“Quite well, as is my father. I’ll let them know you inquired after their health.” Draco replied. “And yourself? What brings you to my little club this time of night Professor?”



“Well, I seem to find myself short quite a few staff members this year, Mister Malfoy, including your godfather Severus, as you are no doubt aware.” Dumbledore smiled, glancing around the nightclub, which was starting to empty, finally.



“Yes, he mentioned something about a guru or a monk or a goat,” Draco said dismissively. He wasn’t on very close terms with Severus anymore, since the only thing they really had going for them was the student teacher bond. Not like Harry and his god-mutt, who according to Ginny’s letters were joined at the hip sometimes. “Are you here to offer me his position as Potions Master?”



“Yes.” Dumbledore was twinkling full force, glad that the young Malfoy didn’t require nearly as much scheming to get in place. “And of course, as Potions Master, you would also be the Slytherin Head of House.”



Draco considered it for a moment. He had his nightclub to take care of, but that responsibility could easily be passed on to his managers and staff. His thoughts passed to Ginny, who would still be in her final year, and then naturally to Harry. “You said you were short of several staff members? Who else have you found to fill in?”



“Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom have agreed to take on the muggle studies and herbology positions. Bill Weasley will take on History of Magic. Oliver Wood has agreed to stand in as Qudditch coach, and I’ve just come from the Potter residence and assured the assistance of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black for Transfiguration and Charms. Harry has volunteered himself for the position of DADA professor, naturally. I have a few overseas contacts who will be filling in the positions of arithmancy, astronomy, and muggle studies, but I still find myself short a Potions Master, unless you’d be willing to fill that slot.”



“Consider it filled,” Draco said, thinking he might be able to have some fun with Harry after all and Ginny too, if she were willing. “When do you need me at the school?”



“Tomorrow afternoon for a staff meeting, and of course on Monday when the students arrive.” Dumbledore said.



“I’ll be there,” Draco promised, “Now then Professor, it’s closing time, and as the famous song says, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. I need to have a few words with my staff and make preparations for my departure.” He stood and extended his hand for the older wizard to shake.



“Of course, my boy, of course,” Dumbledore clasped his hand firmly for such an old man, and stood as well, then was gone with a nod to the bouncer who’d reappeared to usher the remaining customers out. Once all the customers WERE gone, Draco called everyone to his table and explained the situation, or as much of the situation as they needed to know. He left out the part about his uncle and the goat, and his desire to bed Harry and Ginny. Oh the possibilities!



He was still thinking of these possibilities when he arrived home a short while later, and he was thinking of them quite graphically. Ginny, in her Hogwarts uniform sans robe, bent over his teacher’s desk, Harry on his knees in front of him, and he himself with a ruler, ready to dole out punishment catholic nun style was his favorite, but fucking Harry in the teacher’s lounge or Ginny in the supply closet were close contenders.



“Oh the possibilities,” he whispered to himself again, licking his lips in anticipation.



***********



Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, and the Pacific for that matter, on a little island off the shore of California, an odd trio sat in the shadows of a mostly ruined temple.



The leader of the trio was a tall fair-skinned woman in a white gown with blonde and silver hair so long that it pooled on the ground around her, and would do so even if she was standing. Her eyes matched the silver of her hair, metallic and sparkling with mischief. Next to her was an even taller tanned man in biker jeans and no shirt because he had enormous black feathered wings sprouting from bleeding shoulder blades, but he had a black leather jacket on the ground by his feet. His lovely face was framed by two blue locks of hair; the rest was brown and curly and pulled back into a more manageable pony tail. His cerulean eyes betrayed his pain, but his features were still and calm, if a little annoyed. On the blonde woman’s other side was a young girl, only 17 or so, with short black pigtails streaked through with purple. She, like the Angel, was wearing modern clothing in the form of a black leather mini skirt, purple leggings, combat boots, and a purple sparkly tank top, as well as multitudes of silver and purple bangles on each arm and several necklaces, earrings and a belly-button ring, and her purple eyes were laughing, much like she was.



“Jemmy!” The purple one squealed as she bounced on her seat, “This is going to be FUN isn’t it?” she sounded excited.



“Yes Helga, it will be lots of fun,” Jemmy, also known as Jemania, agreed, winking at the purple girl. “What do you think Robert?”



“I think we should finish what we came here to do and get a move on.” The Angel, Robert, grumbled. “You know having these things out is a pain.” He jerked his head backwards to indicate his wings which twitched a little.



“Well that’s your own damn fault for having such a guilty conscious Bob,” Helga giggled, “Take me for example, I don’t feel guilty about anything ever and look how happy I am!”



“You don’t feel guilty about anything ever because you have the memory span of a goldfish and forget doing something right after it happens,” Robert snapped.



“Do not!” Helga stuck her tongue out at the grumpy Angel.



“Do too.”



“Do not!”



“Do too, and I’ll prove it. What are we fighting about?” Robert asked calmly.



“That’s easy!” Helga chirped then blinked, “Uh….pie?”



“I rest my case.” Robert sighed.



“Oh knock it off you two and help me, we’ve got a lot to prepare before school starts on Monday.” Jemania snapped. “We’ve got to make sure things go the way we want!”



“Yes ma’am,” Angel and Idiot said together.



Jemania sighed, and closed her eyes to concentrate again on the tiny island on the other side of the world, “so many possibilities!” she whispered to herself, grinning again.





A/N: And there we have it, plot! I’m not sure what kind of plot yet, but I was getting tired of writing something with absolutely ZERO plot. I don’t do PWP very well, it’s not challenging enough. If anyone here’s read my original story ‘The Fine Line’ you’ll recognize the characters that just introduced themselves, but unless you’ve read my other original stuff, none of which is actually posted here, you won’t have a clue who they are, and I’m not going to explain because that would be a plot spoiler. Those of you who have gotten my original stuff **pointed look at vampirekisses** don’t spoil it for everyone else k?

And to my reviewers;



Vampirekisses: Hehehehe, double detentions just took on a whole new meaning yes? Thanks for reviewing as always, much love to ya!! **marshmallows!!**



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