Blurring Lines
House Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_House_Lines)
original Author: Lily Winterwood (fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
Notes: Alfred appeared at the library, nervous and wide-eyed. Mattie''disappeared! ". Arthur Francis and exchanged glances. "Who?" They asked in unison.
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All the pieces fit andNo place
"Tsk, other?" Madame Pomfrey chuckled. Arthur nodded, Madeline Francis accommodated in bed.
"How did you find?"
"In the same way we find the prefect," said Arthur.
Madam Pomfrey shook his head and walked to a closet, rummaging inside.
"Is there anything we can do for her? Will he succeed? "Said Francis, and Arthur was almost overwhelmed with emotion he saw in the eyes of french & amp; eacute; s.
"There's nothing you two can do for her, and do not know whether it will survive."
"But the prefect ..."
"The governor survived, yes, but I think Ms. Desmarais is a different case. "
" What about the brother of Arthur, Arawn? He returned after a while ... "
" He had limited exposure to the curse. Sorry, Mr. Bonnefois. There is nothing I can do for Ms. Desmarais at the moment. " Arthur and Francis
againsadly to their dormitories.
_ * _
The Christmas holiday ended, and Nataliya again. Entered the Great Hall during breakfast, and looking for someone in the crowd.
someone
Or two. She and Arthur made eye contact, she smiled, and ran up to him. Francis had seen it too, got up and hugged her before he came to Arthur.
"Sorry, sorry. I am so sorry I left you aside in recent months, "he said.
"It's nothing. I'm sorry I insulted Madeline, "respondi it. Arthur looked over the shoulder of Francis, and smiled. "I also regret being rude to you, Arthur."
"Okay," he said, joining the hug too. From the other side of the room, Alfred began to applaud.
"That's not something you see in the Slytherin table every day," said someone at the head table, Arthur was Professor Dumbledore, with a serene smile on his face.
_ * _
Nataliya Now that Francis and had returned to talk volvíaa normal life. Or at least
normal life can be at Hogwarts.
"Where is Nataliya?" Asked Arthur French just entered the library. Exams are approaching, and Arthur found himself spending nearly all his free time there.
"With Ivan on the wing of the hospital, visiting Madeline." Francis sat next to Arthur.
"Is she all right?"
"Non. A month ago that attacked her chair, and not yet awake. C'est m'inquiète. "Francis opened his book Defense Against the Artis dark and began to do their homework.
Arthur turned his attention his own work, just as Alfred came to the library, with eyes wide open.
"Mattie disappeared!"
Francis and Arthur looked up. "Who?" They asked in unison.
"Mattie, my brother! Hufflepuff, wavy hair, wearing a polar bear ... "Alfred was silent and nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Hey, Artie, you have to help me find it!"
"Whywas lost in the first place? "
" I do not know! "Alfred seemed near hysteria. "Look, we're friends, do not Artie? Even if you are in Slytherin and Gryffindor and I should hate you and stuff ... "
Arthur winced. "Oh, okay, I'll help. P-and-but only because I finished my homework and I have nothing better to do, not as if I liked it or something! "Behind him he heard Francis chuckled . "Shut up, frog!"
CHTML _ * _XC "Surely not in your common room? It's pretty easy to overlook, you know. "I said to Alfred Arthur as they ran to check the Slytherin common room.
"I asked Lorinatis Toris. And Eduard von Bock said he was not in Ravenclaw Tower, although I have no idea what was going to be there of all places. Do you think you are in the Slytherin common room? "
" I've seen Gilbert sometimes, "said Arthur as he stood against the wall.
"
Serpentine ! "
The wall was opened and the two entered the room. All that stood Slytherin Common Room reacted to the presence of Alfred.
"What think you're doing, Kirkland, bringing to a bloody Gryffindor get here?" Someone snapped.
"None of your business," growled Arthur.
"Oh?" The Slytherin stood, it was huge and looked like a fool. "Are you saying you're better than me, Kirkland? You have no respect, right? "
" AqUelle have my respect you have earned "Arthur snapped, drawing his wand. He looked at Alfred. "Go into the bedroom of men and looking for Gilbert. He may know. "
" No, I will stay here and help you. "
" Want to save your brother or what, Jones? "
Alfred paused and then ran to the bedroom. Arthur turned back to Slytherin.
"I will not send you to the hospital wing shattered" he said.
"As if you could," said Sltytherin, drawing his wand as well."
Stupefy! "
Arthur dodged the red beam. "
Locomotor mortis! "
The Slytherin fell to the ground as he pointed his wand at Arthur, shouted"
Impedimenta! "
Arthur found himself being thrown back, crashed into a closet, skulls flew everywhere. The other students were sheltered. Returning to his feet, yelled, "
Incarcerous! "
silver ropes tied to Slytherin, from head to toe. Arthur examinednot his work.
"Funny, did not know that freshmen could do that," whispered a girl. Arthur looked at her but she quickly looked away.
Alfred ran back to the dorms. "Mattie was not there," he said, "Gilbert has no idea where I can be."
Arthur sighed and kicked the Slytherin tied. "Let's go."
_ * _
"Where do we go?" Alfred shouted as they ran. "No mand like this place, may be ghosts! "
Arthur could not help it, he stopped and started laughing so hard she almost begins to hurt the stomach. "Alfred F. Jones has been on a ghost-infested castle for almost a year, what they still afraid? "
" But ... does a lot of jokes and Peeves is a poltergeist
! "
" Peeves is not a real ghost, Alfred. "Arthur leaned against the wall, clutching his stomach. Her eyes widened in surprise when he suddenly fell through the wall.
& ldquo; ARTHUR! "Alfred heard shouting, then a shot off against the wall.
"Alfred Do not worry, I'm not hurt!" He shouted to the American. "It's a hidden dungeon, Francis, Nataliya and I found few months ago. Sit back against the wall to enter! "
Alfred fell through the wall a moment later. "What is this place?" He whispered.
"The hiding place of the Chair of Busby," said Arthur, looking toward the podium. There was a chair, bathed por the moonlight. On one side was the door into the hallway of the hospital wing. That door opened suddenly.
"Hide," he muttered Alfred, dragging the Gryffindor behind a pillar.
saw two figures enter.
"Silence, fool." Snapped a voice.
"Hey, please, Mr. Lesauvage, we can solve this another way?"
"Silence!" The second person is stopped immediately. "Now, Matthew Williams, right? I ayudarása resurrect an ancient power. See that chair? IsBusby's Chair. You'll sit there. "
Alfred's eyes went wide of horror, he looked about to attack and save Matthew. Arthur stopped him.
"Fool! You shall kill us! "He muttered.
"But I can not stay here and let that Lesauvage kill my brother" Arthur blinked
, the pieces fell into place.
"Look. Lesauvage Marcus is acting voluntarily. The first attack of the chair, my brother-Arawn Arawn was an accident and survived because he was not prolonged exposure to the chair & Illip, the second attack was to Marcus. At that time, made the chair so possessed or something. I do not know how, but he sat in the chair and how he became his ally, survived. The third attack was Madeline. Wake of the attack yet, because it was attacked on purpose. Now Matthew will be next, but not Lesauvage who is attacking, nor was he who attacked Lesauvage Madeline.
is the chair. " Alfred
sat and leaned heavily on the pillar. "My brother," he complained. Arthur Marcus and Matthew watched as they approached the chair. “ My brother can not die. Even if it's boring and not-great, my brother and I love him. "
Arthur looked at his wand. Alfred looked at Arthur.
"I can not stand this, Artie, I must save him! I'm a hero! "
" Alfred, you will kill you! "
" I DO NOT CARE! MATTHEW IS MY BROTHER! "Then Arthur noted, with eyes in horror, as Alfred was hurled into the stage from behind the pillar, brandishing his wand.
_ * _ Continued on
(Part eight)
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