One rises up from his bed, sliding down taking his eyes down away from the blinding lights that the windows shines upon the four boys that lies inside the room 1-C of the Slytherin's common room.
He was rather feeling hefty today. They were up by dozens of points than any other houses, and the head boy specifically thanked him for that, not the purebooded prefect as Elliot is just a 'muggle'. He doesn't mind being popular, but being popular to the point everything is revealed about you... ehem...Harry.....ehem, well, that ain't the right path.
To think about it, he still doesn't know the name of his roommates. He's mostly outside so he doesn't really meet them that much. Well, sliding away from the bed, he walks up to the living room seeing few couple people. They weren't the type to bother around so they just ignore each other really. He then goes out of the room wearing a decent workout suit for the morning.
Arriving at the usual spot, he started his stretching and few yoga movements. But a flick of finger made him turn around, and he surprisingly smiled seeing Tasia.
"What are you doing here?" Elliot asked while continuing what he's doing. "Same to you" She said back to which Elliot sneered playfully. "Somebody said you're here in morning time so I checked it out," She then explained where she looks at what Elliot is currently doing.
"Who?" Elliot goes on a squatting position, looking at Tasia who is imitating his movements, presumably also working out.
"Oh- Weasl- Weasle? Weasel? I dunno, the ginger haired twins," She answered looking at Elliot's position time to time.
Elliot crunched his face, them? The Weasley Twins? According to his intermediate legilimency yesterday, after getting a close up to them along the corridors, they were planning to have some little pranking, probably doing it to someone they find annoying or possibly, threatening. Though Elliot didn't really took it seriously, not like he though they, the twins, would take it seriously too.
Another troublesome people. He observed his surroundings, there ain't really nothing new. Just grass patches, and the corridors empty. Nothing unusual.
"Do you see something?" Elliot asked Tasia for more confirmation, since her eye sight is incredibly high like a hawk. Tasia took in his question, going around and trying to possibly find something unusual. After a moment or so, she answered, "No, aRE you seeing something you mean."
Elliot shrugged and continued, several minutes passed and he's pretty surprised Tasia can keep up with him. Her stamina is something to be awed about.
But the gut feeling was not leaving him alone either. He constantly looks at his surrounding, often not finding anything, just bunch of students that always stare at them for a moment because of what they're doing them, seconds later going off.
As the breakfast time was closing by, the two finished heavens of sweat blessed upon their body. Their whole body was wet, and the morning sun that was shining is adding up more.
"Is this what you.. huff, eve-everyday? Dang, that's how you get that gains," Tasia was breathing hard, her body down in the grass. "Yeah, I guess so... It's late now, let's go," Elliot was first to stand up, giving a helping hand to the girl, which she gladly accepted.
Through the corridors, students squint as how they smell sweaty morning. And the duo just had to go through it like they weren't actually smelling bad. The two separated to the different showers, Elliot going to the upper stairs for the male gendered ones.
He knows the Weasley was planning something on him, after all, they're the talented prankers of the whole school. Sad to say, one was gone. Stand correcting, will be gone.
His guard was up through the whole course of walking within the corridors, his eyes darting to the ginger color specified hair. Until now, Percy is the only one he encountered, which has the lowest chances to be pranking somebody, one, is his status as a prefect and second, he's the secret slytherin attitude between the Weasley's siblings. He the type that would absolutely hate pranks.
Going inside the shower, it was surprisingly empty. No one was around unlike times where you actually had to line up. The water in the big bathtub was very clean, noticeable that it was newly cleaned up.
There were the shower stalls, the doors all opened, everything was like scripted. His experience was usually bad everytime he goes to every bathrooms. Most guys are undisciplined, if they're actually Muggles, without magic helping them, they would rot out there in the muggle society. Can't even take care of themselves probably.
He reluctantly grab the handle of the stall door, sighing a bit as it was not doing anything.
He then opened the shower, putting it in the middle temperature, none, there was nothing unusual. No bombs or fireworks that would explode the hell out of him.
He was wasting lot of time by being cautious about everything, so he just let out some defensive energy outside of his body, in case something might drop or affect him, it won't, it would just be defected.
That made him more relax. Time passed, done showering, he smirked as he of course know that letting his energy roam outside his body is very wasteful, so while showering , he thought of a more smart approach.
He closed his eyes temporarily for some seconds, feeling his inner energy, activating his sense of energy perception. It's the ability to feel if there's a person or an object that is inhabiting a magical energy or components within them. And all wizards of course have their magic core acting as their component.
And his smirked widen as several ball shaped energies were above the changing room, connected within the door handle with a thin thread. Evidently to Elliot that once he opens the door of that, some object will fall onto him and do something.
He is half naked, a towel covering his lower part revealing his silava worth abs. He was planning to take it easy, it's just probably dung bombs and stink pellets that will make him go shower again due to how smelly it is. Dung bombs and stink pellets are probably one of the most basic prank items there is, so analyzing the twin's mind, they were just doing the basics currently, meaning, they're having something more heavier later on. Long story short, they were planning more pranks in the future.
He has his ways to counter the dung bombs and stink pellets. Stink Pellets once activated gives off a stnky green smoke that stays on the one hitted. While Dung bombs, once hitted, it will leave the person dirty.
They were attached to the thin thread, so one way is cutting the thread with his fingers, letting it go off to the changing room then leave it behind without getting hit. But he planned more better.
So that's what his gut feeling was receiving. He always felt someone the same was been staring at him since he was with Tasia in the training grounds. Now that he activated his energy preception, there was indeed following him. The Twins of course. Like what Arch said, wizards don't know how to keep in their energies inside their core, meaning, wasting them. Unlike those taught ones, like him and also the possible inventor, Arch, they were more stronger than usual as they know the technique Core Enhancing which had the side effect of keeping your energy within you, not letting them out.
And since the twins doesn't have that technique, their energy being let out, noticing them was easy for Elliot. As the twins have an actually powerful core, considering theyre actually talented, their mischief just earning them bad points to the crowd. But if theyre not actually mischievous, they can be one the top students and they're easily one of the talented people there is in their year.
They were behind a invisibility potion seemingly behind one of the stalls that have the sign 'Unavailable'. And a stall cant be possibly unavailable to the reason it's broken as magic can easily fix it up. Possible reason if a death scene is there. So the twin's plan do have some holes into them. But as first year mostly don't have those wisdom and knowledge, they won't probably get suspicious why a stall is unavailable. So they've gone on to that plan.
They're at least 3 meters apart from each other, and Elliot was standing still in front of the stall that has his uniform for him to change. Implying that he needs to get inside to change inevitably. And if he does his plans of cutting the thread and let the dung bombs and stink pellets goes off inside with the door close, there's his clothes inside, meaning they gonna get affected too. And he's alone so he can't really ask someone to get him another pair of clothes. So plus points to the twins for thinking that up.
Well, you've bothered wrong person madafaka.
Hey, who knew he has his uses for the levitation charm? He pointed to the dung bombs and stink pellets that is a bit noticeable outside of the door, using nonverbal, and chanting 'Wingardium Leviosa' in his head, the dung bombs and stink pellets fastly floated in the ceiling, and as presumably the Weasleys is focusing on him, they won't notice now that the prank items are not in their place.
Again, the twins were hiding in the stalls under the invisibility Potion. Slowly, the dung bombs and stink pellets made their way above the stall as it's noticeable that the twin's eyes were focused on Elliot's movement. Second after, the supposedly room with 'one' person which is Elliot, erupted with several groans and grimacing of older voices.
"AGhH!"
" Bro-WhA! "
The invisibility potion of the two worn out, revealing their pitiful state, Fred was surrounded by the green smokes that altered his breathing. While George was stinking wet with the brown mud like in his hands. The bathroom, which is supposed to be smelling hygienic was now full of bombarding nose killing smell.
"Ag-"
"Fred"
"Brother-"
"Can you believe it?"
"A first year-"
"Just dumped out on us!"
Like their way of conversing, they talked with each other as Elliot smirked in amusement. Leaving them off as he goes to the stall wearing his uniform and robes.
"Elliot"
"First year-"
"Mind if you tell us"
"How did you do that?"
The two asked, their only pair of clean uniform now dunked with different colors and scents. Groaning by how smelly it is, they approached the closed stall as Elliot take his time changing. Inside, the voice of Elliot answered. "Easy."
It was not an answer they expected and wanted, as first years usually are respectful to the upper ones as they don't know much about the school and getting on the upper year's good side will make it easier for them. Yet, a first year just turned the table on them.
They grunted as Elliot came out fully dressed.
He only gave them a smile, leaving the two alone in the bathroom as he goes off to the Great Hall.
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After finishing the 15 minutes break, the next class was Potion. And his first class of it at that. It was in the dungeon so he was early in the class. Only few students around him. The classroom is a squared-sized, very large, with large tables and windows. In the corner resides a stone basin used to wash students' hands and ladles. Then there is the shelves of ingredients and the other for books private only for Professor Snape.
The two morning class ended, his work essays being mark outstanding in both Transfiguration and Charm's. Well, what other to grade it if it's just literally 8 pages each topic, while others followed the recommended page number which is only 2 for each topic. And it was not even the max ability of Elliot, as he was used by Arch always giving him essay works that isn't even learned at the school's curriculum. Rudimentary Shits? What the fuck is that?
Other students started coming in like usual, he isn't seeing any familiar faces. And was full of Muggles too. Snape probably gonna hate this.
As the bell rings, Snape's shoes was evident through out the whole room. It gave echoes that shivered most due to the rumours they usually hear. His robes is meticulously waving behind him, his neck thingy tight as fuck, that shit can almost choke him to death. Not to mention, his greasy ass hair also is floating there like a dry wig that ain't gotten air for centuries. This guy have dozens of potions stored in his shelf yet he cannot make a simple shampoo and conditioner to shove in the scalp of his.
"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through the human veins, bewitching the minds, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
There is his usual speech as always. Standing at the top as they eyed them in intense glare, dissatisfied and disdain in his face spotting no one to be formidable enough in this class.
He grimace, as he started his questions.
" Now then, tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
There was no hands present in the air, as Elliot cringed in his spot that he can't even raise his hand. Is this the moment? The emo-tic quote from him? I am 14 and this is deep moment? The 'I bitterly regret Lily's death' moment?
He almost burst out laughing, but the demeanor In the room prevented him so. He met the eyes of Snape, who seems to glare at him with a glint.
"Oh well, no one? As I expected..." Snape sneered turning around as he then continued. "Mr....Demetrius? How about you?"
Everyone put their eyes somewhere, as long as it was not on Snape's spot. They all were sweat dropping, as they thought that if no one will answer, random name will be called. Other guys pitied Elliot for being called. But the guys that knew about Elliot's achievements sighed, so they didn't even bother worrying, they should just worry about themselves.
"Uh- Draught of Living Death sir," Elliot answered correctly obviously, and Snape sneered turning back as he didn't expect for him to answer right.
"And what is it?" Snape continued as he stare intensely like he was gonna poke his eyes onto Elliot's one.
"The Draught of Living Death brings upon its drinker a very powerful sleep that can last indefinitely. This draught is very dangerous if not used with caution ... An extremely dangerous Potion.... sir" He answered successfully, taking the answer from the Advance-Making Potion Book, from which Snape discreetly gulps, wondering if it'd all coincidence or does this kid actually knows about the boom already.. though he was put down by the previous class, he takes advantage of the situation.
"10 points to Slytherin."
His face was in disdain, the green eyes of Elliot seems to give him another thing to be troubled about. But now at least he has the right reason to give some points to his own house, unlike some other moments. Dumbledore bias on Gryffindors and Snape bias on Slytherin's are just basically them uno reverse carding each other.
Minutes turned into hours and they were required to do Cure for Boils potions, as they are now ordered to get the ingredients for the potion.
Dried nettles
6 snake fangs
4 horned slugs
2 porcupine quills
Pungous Onions
Flobberworm
MucusGinger root
Shrake spines
This was not the actual exact ingredients, but Elliot made some few improvements like how Snape does with his later years. They are tasked to get their cauldron and now, most stand nervously, anxiety creeping up to their spines as they now begin to do the instructions given on the book. Snape going around staring at the work of his students, taking notice of what's silly actions they should not do.
Add 6 snake fangs to the mortar.
Crush into a fine powder using the pestle.
Add 4 measures of the crushed fangs to your cauldron.
Heat the mixture to 250 for 10 seconds.
Wave your wand.
Leave to brew and return in 33-45 minutes.
Add 4 horned slugs to your cauldron.
Take the cauldron off the fire before adding the next ingredient.
Add 2 porcupine quills to your cauldron.
Stir 5 times, clockwise.
Wave your wand to complete the potion.
That's what the book said. Which some slight altering of notes is written by Arch. Again. Improvements.
He did as what the instruction said, taking some time before he can reach the part two of the process. Luckily, Snape hasn't made a word of complaint for him yet, and hasn't also noticed the altering of ingredients and instructions. But smelling the scent of the cauldron, something feels wrong.
Technically, he doesn't know what the 'wrong' result would look like, as in the past, he actually did it right. Unbelievable I know. But something just doesn't feel right. Since the room was full of students brewing their potion, the room smell's all the same and all of that. And he can't even smell his brewing Potion properly.
If he reckons, it should be in blue color and pink scent. Staring at his side, Snape was away, nagging at a Hufflepuffs with their 'insolent' and 'stupidity'.
So he won't probably notice about Elliot's work.
Elliot was their hesitant, until a snicker is slightly heard in the doorstep, where Elliot is close at. And glancing there, pair of undeniably ginger hair top on each other is seen a bit. And they were not that noticeable as the room was dark and so is the hallways of the dungeon.
He looked at his cauldron, seeing smokes and bubbles that isn't supposed to pop up really.
He's the loser this time.
But is he really?
Him disbelief by the childish prank, he grabs his wand discreetly among the people that surrounds him, calming himself, hardly as the cauldron in front of him will practically give anyone a heart attack. He was thinking back to what fixing spells can fix this thing. Instead of blue it was green, instead of pink smokes, it was black. It was just a total mess. It was gonna explode, as he guess that the twins have put a bulbadox powder in his cauldron. He was sweating a bit, as for some reason there's still the horror of getting your house poitn being taken out because of you.
But he calmed himself, grabbing his trumpcard.
The diary.
Yeah, he kept it to himself all this time. Some may even say, 'Always'... ehem..
He buried down the diary in front of him, standing behind to others. He uses his big body to cover what he is doing, fastly rummaging trying to find the right ingredients to cover the mistake up.
After some decent seconds, a wave of relief took over his spirit. Is this what heaven feels like?
He suppose the place where the ingredient that will save his poiton was reachable by using the summoning spell, 'Accio', so using a nonverbal one, he successfully now grabs the right key for fixing this thing up.
He noticed that Snape was obviously approaching him as the black smokes wasn't going anywhere, and Snape was sure that something messed up with his Potion, so faster than the light, he dump the ingredients in and in mere seconds, and in time as Snape arrived, it now harbored the familiar smell and pink smokes. Snape stopped, as his eyes curiously is trying to find something to complain about. Only to see that the potion of Elliot is already finished. And like what he usually does, is give points to whoever that finishes the given potion first.
In silent yet primace voice, he gave Elliot a fine 10 points as Elliot sigh his whole anxiety away.
Smirking once again, he looked at the doorstep only sto see the muttering of the twin.
'Are you seeing that brother?'
'Did he really just Outsmarted us-'
'Again!?'
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"Bother tell us now-"
"How did you countered us?"
Elliot didn't now ignored the two as he got atleast a good score from his first Potion class. He stared at the two that surrounds him both side, not leaving him behind until he tells the truth.
Well, not like they're in 'ignoring terms' to ignore what just happened, so the twins didn't bother that he's a slytherin and actually talked to him. And the two already revealed they still have their trump card for later still.
"I have a very sharp eyes I guess, I saw the thread in the door handle," Elliot made up a lie, as the three walks along side each other, going to the Great Hall for lunch.
"That doesn't explain how you recovered that poiton though," Fred sarcastically remarked as both twins high five laughing to themselves.
"Oh well, what can I say? I'm just very talented," Elliot smirked while going up the stairs taking their breaths.
The two were in silence as they snort at him.
They arrived at the crowd Great Hall which many are now eating their lunch after having a rough day, mostly for the NEWT students.
When Elliot was surrounded by the two 'Gryffindors', many were muttering on why the famous talented prankers were surrounding a mere first year. Elliot also didn't expect for the two to follow him up until to his table, Slytherin's Table alright. He was in between the two as he was bombarded by the two's questions.
Not leaving him still. As Elliot made everything lies as he eats his lunch. He felt the Gryffindor and Slytherins eyes upon him. Probably the Gryffindor hating him again as a Slytherin, like he can see Ron's eyes darted onto him, and probably the Slytherin's are hating him for being with Gryffindors.
"How did you dumped the dung bombs and stink pellets to us?"
"What did you do to the potion?"
"Was it a spell or an ingredient?"
"What was the diary all about?"
After getting his ears ring out, he stopped for a bit about the diary. Knowing these guys, they might steal it like how they stole the Mauruders Map in their first year's, which probably is with them right now. But they don't have the password yet, which is 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good'
"Just some bunch of motivational quotes you know? after all, I'm the luckiest unlucky person there is," He blurted some lies from which the two laughed.
All three proceeded with their conversation. Mostly Elliot dodging their tricky questions as he eats along with them. They discussed about the next prank and he, Elliot, should be prepared by it. They, the twins, actually were reserving it for a person but it seems after Elliot countering their attack twice, theyre gonna use it instead to him.
Elliot got his broomstick to where the storage room is, as they're ordered by their house head, Snape, to get it before they go to their quidditch lesson. The broomstick is in a very bad state and almost broken down, like one flick can destroy its entirety. These are also the broomstick the previous year used as its already written in the letter that self owned broomstick are not allowed. So every students here at Hogwarts had to pass this broomstick.
Elliot grunted as he stands in the grass patch with the other Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, annoyed that there's no any other form of clothing that can be more comfortable when using a broomstick. Like, you expect people to fly around while wearing slacks that will tear off once you make a u-turn in the air.
"Good Morning Class," The short haired woman made its way in the middle of the lined up students. Madam Hooch had spiky grey hair which was cut short and had piercing, yellow, hawk-like eyes, usually hidden behind goggles, but today, it was not. She is wearing a white button-down collared shirt and black necktie with the Hogwarts crest, under a cloak, her usual clothing for flying lesson, unlike when she wore more formal black robes with a hat while sitting in the Great Hall.
"Good Afternoon Madam Hooch," The class greets back along with Elliot who muttered silently. Staring with his hawk eyes in his surroundings. His guard up for any possible pranks.
"Welcome to your first flying lesson."
Everyone eyed her in curiosity. As she continued, "Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!"
Everyone shouted Up™️ to their broomstick, and surpringly, a lot of them actually got it. They exclaimed in happiness as Elliot is still not shouting.
He knew it. It was not about the 'natural' talent. It's all about the magic core. Everytime!
If he is to activate his energy perception, he can obviously see that those successful ones that got their broomstick is unknowingly attracting the broom by the energy they inputted in their hands.
The blue light, the one that represent their mana was present in their hands, acting like a magnet where the broomstick is the metal.
So gathering some energies in his hand, he shouted.
"Up!"
And to his smile, it did work, the broomstick levitate through his hands, where he immediately got hold off.
Madam Hooch smiled at this batch, not taking a long time before saying her next words as everyone immediately got their broom on their hands.
" Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it."
Mounted it, alright..
"And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. Erhm, as you guys might know something happened in the other.. class"
Elliot took her words, recalling that Neville was the one she's talking about. A perfect way for Potter and Draco' rivalry, and also his seeker status. After gripping his broom tight, he stays still.
"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down."
Everyone was excited of course. As they squat, about to kick their feet like a horse.
" On my whistle...3...2...Go! "
Everyone made three stomps on their back, some floating slowly in the air as they manage to perceive how to fly correctly. Elliot float up, and was not feeling any motion sickness, surprisingly.
He goes off all the way around the field, ignoring others who is level below him, he was feeling the air that brush through his hair, slapping his face mad.
He licked his lips before going off like the new seeker of the team, he was going fast as hecc but he didn't bother. Everyone was having their own fun time, and so is he.
It's a new feeling, he was never skilled in flying really, not like he's skilled at anything at all but yeah, he's terrible to the point the head house, Professor Sprout extemp him from the lessons.
The Great Lake was visible in the air, as well as the high castles that he never once see their outside interface at all. It was kinda calming even though once you look down, you see your dozens feet high up that can result you to your death.
But after looking down, instead of scaring how high he is, he actually got down as there was a commotion going on.
"Now everyone! Feet off your broom! I'm gonna take Ms.Pepper here in the infirmary, no one shall fly off until I'm back, now cmon! Down here!"
Madam Hooch was very clear and loud everyone to hear it. And might as well add how strict it is.
Many groaned as they lowered down their broomstick, disappointed eyes glaring at the girl who had an accident, thus, stopping the lessons.
Elliot, that was all enough for him. Though just waiting while there would be probably boring. He lowered down his broom, seeing all the unsatisfied face of his fellow students. One of the guys that just easily accepted it, he got off his broom as he put it in his sides.
Who knew how much time this would take? Just a minute passed and he's already bored, as well as the others. One was even considering to fly again, only to be stopped by the Ravenclaws. Elliot sighed as he stared at his surrounding. The Training Grounds, where flying lesson is held. It just big ground of grasses, enclosed by the tall towers, in the side is an extension part of the lake.
Behind is the corridor where people enters and exits, now looking there, he spot on some students that are walking around, mostly holding their books while talking with their friends, or some lazy ones using magic to float it beside them. There's the familiar faces, Ernie MacMillan, Hannah Abbott
, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Susan Bones, Megan Jones. Then, George and Fred. The two waved at Elliot who waved back with light hearted face. But it all goes down as his stomach crumbled while his face turned into a new one in mere seconds.
The twins smirked at him as they entered the entrance to the field, as Elliot's broom gone mad as it floated him without his control. His classmates all exclaimed, and if they have Muggle phones right now, they would have the rush to video it immediately.
Elliot is embarrassingly in the air as his two hands is gripping tightly on the broom. He was not sitting on it, but just hanging like a piece of cloth in a hanger.
It was a spell that can ruin a person' control of their broomstick, and one way to counter it is interrupt the bewitcher. Fred and George was happily swinging their wands, as where the tip goes, Elliot broom goes.
'God damn it!'
Elliot can just easily fire off a spell that can possibly be the death of the two, wandlessly and nonverbal, maybe test the killing curse even. But his hands was occupied as his iron grip is helping him to not fall in the grass. And it's wandless, he still needs to use his index finger or something, he ain't have the ability yet to power a spell with his fucking mind and eyes only.
He was not scared, but he was bit panicky as the twins yet again brought out something new, the Ever-Banishing Boomerang, a prank device that continously will try to hit a person.
The twins then hit the boomerang off the air, as it was now focused on targeting Elliot. Great. Elliot exclaimed unbelievably as he never thought the twins wouldnt care if he just fall right here right now and possibly be expelled. Like, if Elliot is Neville, he will be obviously dead by now.
Sooner, Elliot managed to sit upon the broom, as it sways around while the students in the ground exclaims in amusement. He was swinging up down, left right, and he promised for a second that his motion sickness almost got rid of him.
'Fuck fuck fuck!'
He was going no where, he was out of the bounds already, out of the field, and he can see the worried faces of the twin brothers now in horror as they can't apparently control the spell now. And there he is, floating in the air, swaying, swinging, as a hungry boomerang shakes him off.
Tired of swinging and swaying, he stays still for a moment, the boomerang almost hitting his head for almost a second there, but as he conjured heavy loads of energies to the broom, the spell was broken off, now, him being able to control the broom properly.
Now his hands free, he wandlessly exploded the boomerang, as he now is in the middle of the nowhere in the air. Going down properly, he only came to realize he's now in Whomping Willow. Great. Definitely Great. Would take centuries to get back at the grounds. And Madam Hooch will be definitely there by the time he arrives.
1st PoV
I stared at my surrounding as I incredulously sighed out my breath. Fucking great. Indeed, I was the luckiest unlucky guy here.
Whomping Willows will attack anyone and anything that comes within range of its branches. A deciduous plant, its limbs function as arms and any damage to them must be treated in much the same way.
Looking in the side, there it is, the rampaging bald tree that is dancing with the wind violently. Isn't this the place where Professor Remus had his period?
I laughed, my curiosity pique as I stared at more. If Im right, this would lead inside the Shrieking Shack.
The knot? I reckon, the knot there is the password basically , touch it and you get access to the place.
Interested, as I would be late anyway, I proceeded carefully dodging the swinging branches than can exterminate your head in one hit.
The knot is hidden in the base, and if I'm right, if I pressed on it, the tree will be immobilized.
So going with my luck, which I apparently don't have, I looked around, finding the certain knot. As I go around dodging still, I came across a wooden that is bunch up by other parts of the tree, entangled by itself. So.. if I press this shit on.
I sighed, wish me the best luck.
Proceeding with caution, I pressed the knot, and looking up, the tree was paralyzed. Not moving one bit as it gave me access to the hole that will lead to the Shack.
Now gleeful, I turned around to the other side of the tree, to see the hole just in there, and happily, I jumped in seeing the narrow pathway, and definitely dirty and smelly.
It was spacious enough for me, I walked through the passage having a hard time due to how slippery is it. And my shiny shoes aren't technically the right shoes wear for that.
Hence, after couple minutes, I then entered the famous Shrieking Shack. The one supposedly to be scary to people. The house where many people are ghasted off, the shack where the very own Potion master died, and where the werewolf resides.
Dang, that rhymed.
I grinned at my not so funny joke, taking a moment of silence to analyze where am I currently at.
Shrieking Shack is an abandoned house in Hogsmeade. For many years, villagers thought it was haunted because they often heard screams coming from inside, and Dumbledore encouraged the rumour, as he was the one who commissioned it, due to Professor Remus Lupin's Lycanthropy. I also heard those dozens of rumors as I too, reside in Hogsmeade.
According to Nearly Headless Nick back then at one of the lunch we had, well, since he's the Gryffindor ghost, I technically just peek my ears into it, not even the Hogwarts ghosts will enter it. The Shrieking Shack's entrance from the Hogwarts Grounds is the base of the Whomping Willow. The trick is to poke the knot in the trunk, which paralyses the tree. The secret passageway can be seen on the Marauder's Map. Which is with the twins. And they haven't probably know the password yet.
Looking at the room, as it's an abandoned house, the windows and doors are boarded up. The rooms and halls were all dirty, covered with dust, and the furniture was moth-eaten and broken. There was a chair in the foyer of the Shack that had one of its legs ripped off. In the foyer, a staircase leads to the second floor. In one of the rooms, there is a magnificent but dusty four-poster bed with rickety doors.
The room I'm standing at, is a very disordered, dusty room. Paper was peeling from the walls; there were stains all over the floor; every piece of furniture was broken as though somebody had smashed it.
And the smell is very noticeable terrible.
I have no place to sit on, and was crunching up my face terribly to its scent, but I soon wore it off as I realized a thing.
This hecking can be, and will be my training grounds.
The twins would probably figure out the password of the Marauders map by the time third year arrived, so I still can basically venture here up until that time. Just some few house cleaning spells and perfect.
And doesn't it also lead into Hogsmeade? Perfect. I can basically go to my house by just simply going out in secret. And with magic, it's easy.
I clasped my hands as I smiled widely, going out of the room as either sad or happy, it doesn't get rid of the fact that it's smelly.
Outside is the broom still in the ground, obviously no people around. I grabbed my broom, kicking off away from the spot, taking notice of the Forbidden Forest near, flying on the top, it's actually not full of magical creatures. Probably because it's afternoon and most creatures actually is awake by night.
I looked onto the spot, going to the top of the forest easily with my flying skills, dang heck I'm talented.
It was just bunch of trees, tall trees that blocks my view. But some creatures did got into my view, those unicorn guys and horned animals that I'm not really fond of.
I was just flying peacefully when two figures caught my view, it was a silhouette, actually, just shadows that the tree covers. What is it? I lowered down my broom more though I know it's a bit dangerous now. But nevermind that, I can hear some scream, yelling.
"If you only just madafaking got passed on your suicidal phase!"
"I know! Fudge me, But let's get out of here!"
"Let's get out- Shitto you think you can counter this hella thick assed mothertrukin animal!?"
It was obviously the sound of helpless people. But I closed my eyes. You guessed it. It's those motherfuckers again.
I lowered down my broom to the point I'm already at the trunks of one of the tall trees, seeing what they are fighting. It was a simple quadruple centaurs, those guys with humanoid like upper body and half is horse like one. They're a tough one to fight. And first off, you have to piss them off to the point they would actually fight you and it seems this four centaurs are really pissed off with Tasia and Justin who is sweating furiously as they were helpless injured with blood.
I didn't immediately bothered, I don't know but there's a part of me that wants to see more. Nonsense but I know!
The Centaurs were holding some weapons bigger than the figure of Tasia and Justin. I laughed a bit as I let them have their dramatic moments off.
"Hey!"
Tasia called out to Justin who turns to her, getting his wand ready as he thought she was about to proposed a strategy.
"Just want you to know that if we died here! We still trusted you as the innocent nerdy Justin! Not the depressive killer one!"
Tasia was in the front line, as Justin gulped seeing her hopeless face as theyre now practically dying of blood loss. After all, they weren't teach about some healing spells still. Now thinking, is this why they were gone? They died like this?
I pitifully look at their state, Justin was in the ground his chest scratched by the large fingers of the Centaurs, while Tasia is in the front line her head slightly hit, some blood gushing out while her feet have some skins terribly peeled out... Bro I'm shivering in cringe.
The two is cornered into the tree, both fallen to the ground as they surrendered, their wands useless as the only spell they probably know is Lumos and Wingardium Leviosa.
From then on, they passed out. As the Centaurs were then backed off, as they still had some dignity into them. Killing two helpless child is basically a disgrace for them.
They soon left, leaving for others to kill the two, as they don't want them to personally killed them.
I grunted as I see the scene in front of me now I gone off to the ground. The two are heavily injured, more than when I fought Raizel back then.
Sighing, I performed some advance healing spells that can at least prevent them from dying immediately. Carrying my two heavy weighted up friends, finding a way to bring them back to the castle and to the infirmary, as some whispers bothered me along 0 the way.
"potio....."
"element..."
"exordii....."
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Elliot was in the infirmary, sitted into a chair along side between the two beds that carries the passed out Justin and Tasia. They were easily healed after Elliot performed the spell onto them already, meaning, few healing is only needed. It indeed lessen his magic reservation by a lot, but three to four days of core enhancing will make up to it.
He guess that they made up now.
It was evening time, he was thankfully not scolded, as the Weasley Twins guilty, admitted their prank themselves, earning weeks of detention as their prank this time had crossed the line, and Elliot made some easy excuses that he just randomly found the two laying around near the Forbidden Forest. Thankfully it's was Madam Pomfrey who questioned him, as his occlumency wont and can't probably battle Snape and Dumbledore 's legilimency one.
Well, he just planned to tell the two to make up some lies as a favor. Even though he was the one that actually gave them a favor.
He sighs as a sudden movement of hands made him jump.
"Where am I?"
Elliot crunched his eyebrows. This is the only time he saw Tasia so depleted. "Infirmary. Get some rest, later i will explain it all," Elliot got onto the point.
Tasia wanted to immediately know it but her dizziness was preventing her too so she just stopped. Justin sooner woke up, as Elliot gave both the potion Pomfrey asked him to give them once they wake up.
It was a long discussion, and Elliot voluntarily skipped dinner as he explained everything detailed. Then the night comes. As the two boys had a talk to talk with other as Tasia fall asleep once again.
"So you didn't save us? But just saw us near the Forbidden Forest?" Justin asked confirming where Elliot continously nodded.
"Yeah" Elliot yawns covering his mouth, upping his eyebrows as Justin, who rarely laughs, chuckled silently.
"ha... It's obvious Faust."
Elliot stiffed up hearing that name. Been years since he's been called 'Faust'. The name he received upon his arrival here.
"What obvious?" Elliot asked, completely bearing an innocent aura.
"You saved us didn't ya? I saw you, don't deny it...."
Elliot looked at Justin that is lying on the bed, his face having scars that prints across his eyes and mouth. He just nodded. Everything cannot just be a secret. He knew that. And he accepted it. So he just stayed in silence. As he knew Justin, with his personality, would easily keep it as a secret, as he's probably smart enough to know what's going on.
"Teach us"