The Princess Bride of Hogwarts
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,457
Reviews:
19
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.
Chapter 5
A bit of an author note. Please forgive me in advance for the suckyness of sword fighting scenes because although I know what there doing kind of it’s hard to write it down (at least for me it is). So please please pretty please don’t kill me if its hard to understand, I’ll do my very best to make it make sense! Oh I’m also gonna call the man in black Mib if ya don’t mind. It makes things go a lot smoother then to keep saying the man in black. Now on to chapter 5. Enjoy.
Chapter 5
With relative pleasantries out of the way Harry and the man in black prepared to duel. Harry went to strike at Mib but he blocked Harry’s blow. Mib then tried to strike at Harry but just like him Harry blocked Mib. This continued for awhile running over the terrain while trying to strike and block.
Then Harry spoke up, “You are using Bonetti’s defence against me?”
“I thought fitting considering the rocky terrain.”, was Mib’s retort.
“Naturally. You must expect me to attack with Capo Ferro.”
“Naturally, but I find that Thibault cancels out Capo Ferro. Don’t you?”
“Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa. Which I have. You are wonderful.”
“Thank-you. I’ve worked hard to become so.”
“I admit it. You are better than I am.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“Because I know something you don’t know.”
“What is that?”
“I am not left-handed.”
Harry then switched sword hands. He fought hard against Mib, who was forced to walk backwards as he fought. Their small chit-chat continued as they duelled.
“Your wonderful.” exclaimed Mib.
“I ought to be after twenty years.”
“There’s something I ought to tell you.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m not left-handed, either”
Mib then threw his sword up in the air and caught it with his other hand. Doing a few other fancy moves he knocked Harry’s sword out of his hand. Harry now looking down the sharp end of Mib’s sword walked slowly backwards to get away from the point then ran to pick up his sword where it had landed. Mib then did some elaborate acrobatics to catch up with Harry.
Harry rather impressed with this show asked, “Who are you?”
“No one of consequence.”
“I must know.”
“Get used to disappointment.”
“Ok.”
Once again their swords were clashing together. Harry once again found his sword up in the air instead of his hand but recovered quickly when he caught it. Both men quite skilled in this craft made it look not like a fight but a dance. Mib was now twrilling his sword in circles around Harry’s sword. Caught off guard Harry had his cheek swiped by Mib’s sword.
Falling to his knees Harry spoke softly, “Kill me quickly.”
Circling Harry Mib stopped to stand behind him saying, “I would sooner destroy a stained-glass window…as an artist like yourself. However since I can’t have you follow me, either.” Mib took the hilt of his sword to the back of Harry’s head knocking him out. “Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.” Mib told Harry’s unconscious form.
Mib then ran back to get his d scd scabbard. Once he had that he ran off in the direction that Crabbe, Hagrid, and Hermione had gone.
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Crabbe along with Hagrid and Hermione stood watching as the form of Mib came running up across the plains. Predictably Crabbe says. “Inconceivable.” then continues with “Give her to me. Catch up with us quickly.”
“What do I do?” Hagrid questioned.
“Finish him, finish him your way.”
“Good my way. Thank-you Crabbe. Which way’s my way?”
“Pick up one of those rocks, get behind the boulder. In a few minutes the man in black will come running around the bend. The minute his head is in view, hit it with the rock!” Crabbe all but yelled before leaving with Hermione.
“My ways not very sportsmanlike.” Hagrid said to herself.
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A few minutes later Mib came around then bend. He slowed down and was cautiously approaching the boulder formation. He had barely taken one more step when a huge rock went flying past his head, smashing onto the rocks behind him. Mib looked in the direction of where the rock had come from to see the Hagrid coming out from behind the boulders.
“I did that on purpose. I didn‘t have to miss.” Hagrid said while picking up another rock.
Mib responded by saying “I believe you. So what happens now?”
“We face each other like God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons. Skill against skill alone.”
“You mean you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword and we’ll try and kill each other like civilized people?”
Raising the rock Hagrid answered, “I could kill you now.”
“Frankly I think the odds are slightly in your favour at hand-fighting.” Mib said while setting his sword down.
“It’s not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don’t even exercise.” said Hagrid while throwing his rock aside.
Taking this as a cue to start Mib ran strait into Hagrid. He backed up then put his arms around Hagrid trying to squeeze him.
Frustrated Mib said, “Are you just fiddling around with me or what?”
“I just want you to feel you are doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed.”
Just then Hagrid made a dive for Mib, who dodged under Hagrid’s legs.
“Your quick!”
“It’s a good thing, too.”
Hagrid was still trying to get Mib. “Why are you wearing a mask? Where you burned with acid or something?”
“No it’s just they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
Mib was still dodging Hagrid as they continued their odd sort of conversation. Hagrid spoke again.
“I just figured why you give me so much trouble.”
“Why is that do you think?”
“I haven’t fought just one person for so long. I’ve been specializing in groups. Battling gangs for local charities…that sort of thing.”
By now Mib had jumped onto Hagrid’s back. Hagrid was trying to back hit Mib but wasn’t faring so well so he resorted to slamming his back onto the surrounding boulders.
“Why should that make such a--Oof! Difference?”
“Well you use different moves…when your fighting half a dozen people…then when you only…have to worry about…one.”
Mib had succeeded in holding onto Hgrid’s neck long enough to make him pass out. Once he did Mib turned Hagrid onto his back, checked his breathing and then told him, “I don’t envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But in the mean time sleep well and dream of large women.”
Mib then went to collect his sword and ran to find Crabbe.
Chapter 5
With relative pleasantries out of the way Harry and the man in black prepared to duel. Harry went to strike at Mib but he blocked Harry’s blow. Mib then tried to strike at Harry but just like him Harry blocked Mib. This continued for awhile running over the terrain while trying to strike and block.
Then Harry spoke up, “You are using Bonetti’s defence against me?”
“I thought fitting considering the rocky terrain.”, was Mib’s retort.
“Naturally. You must expect me to attack with Capo Ferro.”
“Naturally, but I find that Thibault cancels out Capo Ferro. Don’t you?”
“Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa. Which I have. You are wonderful.”
“Thank-you. I’ve worked hard to become so.”
“I admit it. You are better than I am.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“Because I know something you don’t know.”
“What is that?”
“I am not left-handed.”
Harry then switched sword hands. He fought hard against Mib, who was forced to walk backwards as he fought. Their small chit-chat continued as they duelled.
“Your wonderful.” exclaimed Mib.
“I ought to be after twenty years.”
“There’s something I ought to tell you.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m not left-handed, either”
Mib then threw his sword up in the air and caught it with his other hand. Doing a few other fancy moves he knocked Harry’s sword out of his hand. Harry now looking down the sharp end of Mib’s sword walked slowly backwards to get away from the point then ran to pick up his sword where it had landed. Mib then did some elaborate acrobatics to catch up with Harry.
Harry rather impressed with this show asked, “Who are you?”
“No one of consequence.”
“I must know.”
“Get used to disappointment.”
“Ok.”
Once again their swords were clashing together. Harry once again found his sword up in the air instead of his hand but recovered quickly when he caught it. Both men quite skilled in this craft made it look not like a fight but a dance. Mib was now twrilling his sword in circles around Harry’s sword. Caught off guard Harry had his cheek swiped by Mib’s sword.
Falling to his knees Harry spoke softly, “Kill me quickly.”
Circling Harry Mib stopped to stand behind him saying, “I would sooner destroy a stained-glass window…as an artist like yourself. However since I can’t have you follow me, either.” Mib took the hilt of his sword to the back of Harry’s head knocking him out. “Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.” Mib told Harry’s unconscious form.
Mib then ran back to get his d scd scabbard. Once he had that he ran off in the direction that Crabbe, Hagrid, and Hermione had gone.
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Crabbe along with Hagrid and Hermione stood watching as the form of Mib came running up across the plains. Predictably Crabbe says. “Inconceivable.” then continues with “Give her to me. Catch up with us quickly.”
“What do I do?” Hagrid questioned.
“Finish him, finish him your way.”
“Good my way. Thank-you Crabbe. Which way’s my way?”
“Pick up one of those rocks, get behind the boulder. In a few minutes the man in black will come running around the bend. The minute his head is in view, hit it with the rock!” Crabbe all but yelled before leaving with Hermione.
“My ways not very sportsmanlike.” Hagrid said to herself.
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A few minutes later Mib came around then bend. He slowed down and was cautiously approaching the boulder formation. He had barely taken one more step when a huge rock went flying past his head, smashing onto the rocks behind him. Mib looked in the direction of where the rock had come from to see the Hagrid coming out from behind the boulders.
“I did that on purpose. I didn‘t have to miss.” Hagrid said while picking up another rock.
Mib responded by saying “I believe you. So what happens now?”
“We face each other like God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons. Skill against skill alone.”
“You mean you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword and we’ll try and kill each other like civilized people?”
Raising the rock Hagrid answered, “I could kill you now.”
“Frankly I think the odds are slightly in your favour at hand-fighting.” Mib said while setting his sword down.
“It’s not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don’t even exercise.” said Hagrid while throwing his rock aside.
Taking this as a cue to start Mib ran strait into Hagrid. He backed up then put his arms around Hagrid trying to squeeze him.
Frustrated Mib said, “Are you just fiddling around with me or what?”
“I just want you to feel you are doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed.”
Just then Hagrid made a dive for Mib, who dodged under Hagrid’s legs.
“Your quick!”
“It’s a good thing, too.”
Hagrid was still trying to get Mib. “Why are you wearing a mask? Where you burned with acid or something?”
“No it’s just they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
Mib was still dodging Hagrid as they continued their odd sort of conversation. Hagrid spoke again.
“I just figured why you give me so much trouble.”
“Why is that do you think?”
“I haven’t fought just one person for so long. I’ve been specializing in groups. Battling gangs for local charities…that sort of thing.”
By now Mib had jumped onto Hagrid’s back. Hagrid was trying to back hit Mib but wasn’t faring so well so he resorted to slamming his back onto the surrounding boulders.
“Why should that make such a--Oof! Difference?”
“Well you use different moves…when your fighting half a dozen people…then when you only…have to worry about…one.”
Mib had succeeded in holding onto Hgrid’s neck long enough to make him pass out. Once he did Mib turned Hagrid onto his back, checked his breathing and then told him, “I don’t envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But in the mean time sleep well and dream of large women.”
Mib then went to collect his sword and ran to find Crabbe.