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: "Nice to meet you, Arthur Kirkland. And in the house of Slytherin? what a surprise ... "
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"Well, what have we here?" Alfred Marcus smiled, amused. "A silly little Gryffindor comes to save the day."
"Take me to me," Alfred said with determination, firmly holding his wand. "Let go of Mattie and take me to me instead."
Matthew looked surprised, by modulating a 'no' repeatedly, pAlfred ero not seem to notice.
"You make the offer more tempting, Gryffindor," said Marcus, drawled. Alfred's blue eyes looked into his eyes challenging blacks. After an intense time, Marcus smiled and with a flick of his wand, Matthew found his voice and the strings around their wrists were in the air, flying like silver snakes.
"Al, do not kill yourself for me, eh" Matthew said hoarsely. Alfred
smiled at her brother. There was a blinding smile, ready for the camera, but a small, tired. "A hero must make sacrificesMattie. "The smile disappeared after that, replaced by a steely determination while facing Alfred Marcus. "Do it."
Marcus's smile disappeared for a split second, but then shook his wand again and with a snap the ropes that were tying silver snake seemed to Alfred to the Chair, Matthew screaming and crying at the same time .
At that time, Arthur rushed to Marcus. The governor hit the ground, covered by Arthur. "Petrificus totallus," muttered the prefect turned rigid.
""A-Arthur?" Whispered Matthew. Arthur nodded, but suddenly shouted Alfred and the boys turned to the chair.
The vibrating chair, a bright light emanating from it. The light surrounded Alfred Arthur did not know who was shouting the name of Alfred, ELO, and Matthew became so bright that the two boys had to cover his eyes.
When the light went out, was another figure in the room, examining the dead body of Alfred in the chair with a slight air of arrogance and disgust.
was tall, and looked like someone who used to be handsome. The weather had desfigurad his face to make it look like a mask without form, or a grotesque figure of wax. Nor had arms, but made up for both the lack of features such as limbs with a menacing aura.
"Thomas Busby," Arthur said quietly. Behind Busby, Alfred unconscious figure seemed a bit shaken.
"Nice to meet you, Arthur Kirkland." Busby's voice was low and raspy, like the hiss of a snake. "And in the House of Slytherin? What a surprise ... "
" What do you want? "Arthur asked suspiciously.
& ldquo; Not much, just to live again. "Busby seemed to smile on one side, but it was hard to tell by the lack of facial features. "I've heard so much about your time ... like the Grand Wizard of the Dark was defeated by a mere child ..."
"It seems so, but not completely dead," said Arthur.
"Yes, because the same techniques used to evade me death." Busby sounded like fun. "Thomas Marvolo Riddle. How odd that share the same name. I hope that when you win a corporeal form oncemore ... I accept in their ranks, and could beat him and take my place in the history books forever. "
Arthur shivered go up and down your spine. "There will be no need for that," he said quickly. "Next year, the boy who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named start Hogwarts and learn all the magic
necessary to defeat evil forever and ever .
"And you, Arthur Kirkland, Would you trust a mere child?"
Arthur's shoulders slumped slightly. "I am a child right?, Should not have a little faith in my peers?" But there was now a small uncertainty began to be born in mind. What if the legendary Harry Potter, who defeated Lord Voldemort when he was a year ... what if it was not as large as the magic books usually say?
Busby atrásy threw her head began to laugh. "Ohoho, no, Arthur Kirkland. You are more than one child, a little more than your average compañerI, Have not you noticed? You and your cronies are capable of performing magic that the average freshman can not able to understand magic that normal children of eleven years could never understand, able to make potions and fly brooms as people twice your age. Oh no, Arthur Kirkland, you are much more powerful than a child. "If he was not smiling before, definitely did now. "You would be so vital to our ranks, you know. An assistant like you, can produce powerful magic to eleven, not to mention the cunning, daring, intelligence and diligence, you are a credit to the world m marginallI, cal, either way you make. "
" I hope you choose the right one. "
Arthur looked away. Busby moved forward and an invisible force Arthur stroked his cheek, forcing him to look back to the face mask of wax Busby.
"Come with us and will be great. You are in Slytherin for a reason, right? To become a legendary and powerful ... "
Arthur shuddered and turned away, feeling his cheeks burn. On the corner of his eye, he saw Matthew Alfred trying to free from its moorings. "N-not do that. & Amp; rdquo; stammered.
"Do what?"
"Do not bother me, thinking that I will join the Death Eaters because I'm from Slytherin!" Busby
hesitated, Arthur giving courage to continue.
"The hat almost put me in Gryffindor, so you can see I'm not as evil as you think," said Arthur, felt he was just speaking single words. "The qualities of Slytherin House, the last time I checked, were: the ingenuity, cunning and ambition. That is not equivalent to evil, you know. Ayes that was put in Slytherin. Big deal! Y-I'm not evil, I do not plan to be, and never will be. So uhm, thanks but no thanks. I will not join. "
" So we came to this then? Busby's voice was soft. He turned and walked toward Alfred. When he turned to Arthur again, there're confronting a magic wand, Alfred. Arthur
swallowed.
"Let's see how well you and your words support this, bunny." Busby whispered.
"Crucio!".
A red-hot pain flooded Arthur. Expand, scratching and burning their skin and interior, felt like a thousand knives stuck into them. Fell to the ground, his wand slipped from his hand, his mouth opened in a scream that filled all around. He closed his eyes as if to protect knives and pain.
Death, take me now ...
And the pain disappeared and Arthur opened his eyes.
The cell door was hanging off its axis as if someone had to go down and the room was full of flashing multicolored lights.
& LDQer, more students will not harm, aru! "a voice called," Professor Wang was facing Thomas Busby, whipping her hair tied up in the air as he dodged curse after curse n. Arthur took the opportunity to run to the chair, to Alfred and Matthew.
"No moves, and I can not break the bonds" sobbed Matthew.
"Relashio," murmured Arthur, and the ropes gave way. Alfred Arthur slumped forward and gently removed him from the chair, lying on the ground away from the podium.
"Alfred, silly" Matthew whispered sadly. "I hope you're happy where you are, knowing that you died a hero ..."
A strange Humidity Arthur covered her eyes and a lump in my throat, for ma ; s safe to swallow, not leaving.
"Remember that time we were playing baseball in the yard? You were a very fierce launcher. Mom scolded you for breaking the window, but ended up cooking an apple pie anyway. "Professor Wang
Busby hit with some kind of spell that he was sliding across the floor, marginall gripyou; climbing again was left of his face.
"Remember when we received our letters? Wanted to bring an eagle, but the BOM said only owls, cats, toads, so I bought an owl, eagle and called justice. "Arthur noted
ma ; s past and Alfred Matthew, sobbing a little.
"I do not think you're dead, Al're just sleeping right? And when I say 'wake up', you'll wake up and you will laugh, and say they were just playing with me. "
The teachersWang and Busby r now moved toward the podium, Wang Busby defensive and attacking. Matthew and Arthur had to duck occasionally while some spells passed over their heads.
"Avada Kedavra!" Professor Wang ducked and hit a wall, bounced off and collided with a pillar. The Chinese man stood up and shouted something in Chinese which sent a huge blast of yellow light, and Busby fell, landing in his black clothes.
"Professor!" Arthur stood up well. "Lord, What & aacut este; doing here? "
" I have received news of the disappearance of Matthew, aru. Your friend Francis informed me, aru. "
His expression was grave. "They have to quickly get out of here, aru!"
"Professor, look out!" Matthew shouted, pointing to Busby, who had stood at that time and now cast against Professor Wang
"Aiyah!" Professor Wang tripped and fell on the chair. A black smoke came out of nowhere, surrounding Asia. Maniacal laughter of Busbarand echoed throughout the dungeon, as if bouncing on the walls.
"And now we return. Stupefy! "Arthur dodged the spell of lightheadedness and hid behind a pillar.
"Run, Matthew! Take Alfred! "
" But, what about Professor Wang? "
" I do not know, but Alfred need to see Madam Pomfrey! "Arthur hid after another pillar and dodged the killing curse.
"Impedimenta! "
Suddenly he heard footsteps in the hall,and then the huge figure of Ivan Braginski burst into the room, his wand ready. Behind him were Francis and Nataliya.
"Sourcils" cried Francis.
"Grenouille!" Returned Arthur, feeling breathless. Even being on opposite sides of the room, the two began to laugh, while Ivan corríaa Chair, and emerged moments later, holding on his shoulders to Professor Wang
& ldquo , Francis, take him to the hospital wing, does it? "he said harshly, even when Busby curses, began firing at him. Turning around, the Russian started the match well.
Matthew had managed to bring Alfred to the door. "Alfred hospital also needs to go, eh," he said. Nataliya Alfred nodded and levitated. He walked out, with Alfred in front of her. Francis did the same with Professor Wang
"Je m'appelle Francis Bonnefois to all this," Matthew said, almost conversationally, as they went.
a spell at Arthur shot while he and Ivan Busby was spent, even in grief.It seemed that Ivan did not know many spells do severe damage, but kept the pace for the impermeability teníaa spells that I received. Arthur watched
receive an impressive spell in the chest, almost without losing balance.
"Why do not you go and sit in the chair, asshole?" Snapped Busby.
"I would, but you'll like the results," said Ivan cheerfully as he threw a spell-of-jelly legs to Busby.
"Why not? You'd be dead,Anyway. "
" That's what I think. "With a beaming smile, Ivan walked to the chair and sat down.
La Silla shouted suddenly, as if there were people trapped inside. Began to vibrate fiercely, shooting beams out of it and giving to the chest Busby. Arthur looked
Busby, who appeared to be splitting piece by piece. The chair still screaming in agony. With a loud CRUNCH! the chair broke in what appeared to be millions of pieces, and also Busby left with her.
IvvahNo rose, the chair flying embers of the evening breeze, the pieces scattered throughout the dungeon.
"Hello, Arthur," he said, his deep voice, but somehow reminded of a child.
"Hello, Ivan."
"Beautiful evening, da?" Are we going to see the other, does it make? "The Hufflepuff left the room, the yellow and black scarf flying in the breeze.
Arthur turned to the remains of the chair. "See, Thomas Busby," he said, his voice with false joy.
His only response was a rustling soundwind through the desolate dungeon. _ * _
translation Notes:
Sourcils: eyebrows
Grenouille: Frog
Bonnefois Je m'appelle Francis: My name is Francis Bonnefois
_ * _
(continued on the part nine)
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