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batsutousaiTitle: The Forgotten
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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: I’m gonna be evile and not tell you. *cackles*
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs, Suicide attempt
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: Uhm... “Banana” is a fun word. Kinda like “Mississippi”... -sweatdrop-
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
A/N: Miff. Sorry this took so long to get out. Real Life a bitch when it feels like it, and it had loads of fun nipping me in the arse these past couple of weeks.
-~/\~-
Chapter Four
The Greatest Idiot
-~\/~-
Doo was a very punctual person, Syna had learned. So, when her friend hadn’t come through the Floo at the Three Broomsticks at seven, she’d been a little worried. However, when her watch claimed it was seven-thirty, she decided to take matters into her own hands and took the Floo to Doo’s flat herself. What she found horrified her beyond words.
Doo lay in a growing pool of blood, white hair dyed red. His eyes were clenched shut in pain and there were tear-streaks down his cheeks. A box of clothing, stuffed animals, and a bouquet of dead roses sat before him. A letter was on the ground next to Doo’s pocket knife and both items were soaked in blood.
Syna let her war training kick in and rushed over to Doo’s side, pulling out her wand as she went. She knelt next to him and immediately muttered a Healing Charm for each of the two slashes on his arms. Next, she checked to make sure he was still breathing and had a pulse. Both were true, but they were weak, so she didn’t even bother with a Cleaning Charm, just picked him up. She touched the ring on one finger to Doo’s arm and whispered, “Healing.” With a ‘pop,’ they were gone.
-~/\~-
The owl found Deva and Nick while they were walking down Wellington Street. Deva caught the bird as a reflex and easily took the letter from it while Nick blocked the odd sight from view. Deva read over the quick message, paling. “Oh, by Merlin...”
Nick frowned. “Deva, what’s wrong?”
Deva looked up at Nick tearfully. “It’s from Syna. Doo tried to kill himself.”
“WHAT?!” Nick hissed loudly. His eyes widened suddenly as he recalled the package. “Zack. That little shit. I’ll kill him.”
“No. No killing.” Deva tugged on Nick’s hand. “Hold my hand. There’s one of our pubs just up the street. I’ll take you in and ve’ll Floo to Hogsmeade. Then ve shall valk up to Hogvarts.”
“Right.” Nick nodded, eyes cold. ‘Zack Palmer, if I ever get my hands on you again, you’ll be one very dead little fucker.’ He hissed mentally as he allowed Deva to tug him down the street.
-~/\~-
Once she’d sent the owl, Syna hurried back to the Hospital Wing where their mediwitch, Dulcie Kenyon, was taking care of Doo. “Hov is he, Dulcie?” She asked as she stepped into the ward.
Dulcie looked up with a sigh. “He’ll make it, with the Blood-Replenishing Potion, if he really wants to.”
“You don’t think he’ll vant to.” Syna sighed.
“No.” Dulcie shook her head. “For Doo to do something like this, it must have been big. It’s probably been growing for a long time now and whatever was in that letter was the last straw.”
Syna bit her lip sadly and stared down at the pale man in the bed. “Oh, Doo, vat is it you are so depressed about?”
Doo’s eyes opened slightly and he glanced over at Syna, but his eyes were dim and foggy, as if he wasn’t really there. “Syna?”
The Deputy Headmistress fell to her knees next to the bed and clasped a cold hand in her own. “I’m here, Doo. Nick and Deva are coming.”
Doo nodded, eyes closing. “But not Tom. Never Tom.” He murmured.
Syna’s eyes widened as she realized what had happened. “That fool.” She hissed, standing abruptly. “Dulcie, stay with him. I must Floo a very, very stupid man.”
“Of course, Syna.” Dulcie agreed. “You can use my office, you know.”
Syna nodded sharply. “Thank you.” She spun and stalked into the matron’s office.
-~/\~-
Voldemort frowned at the door to his office when someone pounded on it. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Lucius shouted from outside, so Voldemort decided the man would take care of it for him.
Syna’s voice floated through the door, surprising the Dark Lord. “Voldemort, if you don’t let me in this instant I vill blast these doors dovn! Lucius, don’t you dare try and stop me!”
Voldemort got up with a helpless groan. ‘What have I done to piss her off this time?’ He complained, opening the doors. “In.” He ordered.
Syna swept past him and glared as he closed the doors. “You are the greatest idiot in all of the vizarding vorld!” Syna screamed once the Dark Lord had turned around to face her.
Voldemort look stricken for half a moment before he narrowed his eyes. “You dare call me such things on my turf, Syna Krum?” He asked in a dangerous voice.
“I seem to recall a young Forgotten by the name of Dooley Tarrant vo you were friends vith, my Lord.” Syna replied coldly.
“What of it?” The Dark Lord hissed just as coldly.
“He is dying, my Lord.” The witch hissed vindictively. Voldemort’s eyes widened in shock. “He slit his vrists, my Lord, and I’d bet my life it is because you haff been ignoring him!”
Voldemort looked horrified. “Where is he?” He whispered after a long moment of silence.
“He is in the Hospital Ving at Hogvarts.” Syna replied, coolly.
The Dark Lord called his cloak to himself wandlessly and threw it about his shoulders before pulling his office doors open and sweeping out into the hallway, Syna behind him. Lucius stood in the centre of the hallway, staring at them. “I’m leaving for Hogwarts, Lucius. You know the drill. One little fuck up and I’ll hang you up from the South Tower by your dick.” Voldemort said conversationally before sweeping past the shocked blonde.
Syna smirked.
-~/\~-
If Dulcie was surprised to see Voldemort stepping out of her office with Syna, she didn’t show it. Rather, she bowed to the Dark Lord and went into her office, closing the door behind herself.
“If you fuck up this time, I vill do far vorse than hanging you up by your dick.” Syna hissed to the Dark Lord. “I am going to vait for my cousin and her boyfriend on the steps.” She warned before heading out of the ward.
Voldemort nodded numbly, then stepped up to the bed and fell to his knees next to it. “Doo. Oh, Merlin, I’m so sorry.” He whispered. “I was supposed to be your friend and always be there for you and I wasn’t. Syna’s right. I am the greatest idiot in the wizarding world...”
“Syna has such a way with words.” Doo muttered dryly.
“Doo!” Startled red eyes met cloudy green.
Doo offered a sad smile. “I didn’t think you would come.” He murmured, closing his eyes. “You are always so busy.”
“No, no, no...” The Dark Lord shook his head. “I’m never too busy. I was just stupid. I should have owled you or Flooed you or something...” He rested a hand against Doo’s cheek. “I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re here now.” Doo pointed out weakly. “Just as long...as you...don’t...lea...ve...”
Voldemort grabbed Doo’s hand with his free one and closed his eyes, concentrating. He stretched his magic out to touch the wizard before him and let out a sigh of relief when he realized Doo had just fallen asleep and was fine. He opened his eyes and conjured himself a chair before sitting down again to watch over the man he’d nearly lost.
-~/\~-
Deva and Nick paused at the bottom of the front steps of the school to gasp in some air as Syna stepped down to them. “Velcome to Hogvarts, Nicholas.” She murmured, slipping an amulet around the man’s neck. Nick looked up at her in surprise. “It vill let you see Hogvarts as ve do, even if you aren’t holding Deva’s hand.” Nick nodded his thanks.
“Syna, hov is he?” Deva begged.
“Our Lord is vatching over him right nov.”
“Why is that jackass here?” Nick hissed. “It’s not like he gives a damn.”
Deva looked between her cousin, who was frowning, and her boyfriend, who was fuming, worriedly. “Syna, I can explain.” She whispered at last.
Syna pursed her lips. “I am not surprised you told him, Deva, but I vish you had told me.”
“I’m sorry...” Deva whispered, bowing her head.
“It’s my fault.” Nick cut in. “I asked.”
Syna nodded dully as Deva turned to stare at Nick. “No matter. As for vy Voldemort is here?” Nick nodded. “Doo vas asking for him.”
The Muggle man sighed. “Figures.”
Syna held out a piece of paper to Nick. “This vas next to him ven I found him. Vo is this Zack?”
Nick’s eyes flashed. “I knew it.” He glanced up at the Deputy Headmistress with icy eyes. “He’s Doo’s ex. They broke up right before Tom first came over for a visit.”
Syna nodded while Deva tugged the note from her boyfriend’s hand. She paled as she read it. “No vonder he tried to kill himself.” She whispered at last.
“Zack is a sore loser.” Nick growled. “And if I ever get my hands on him again, he’s going to be a dead loser.”
“I knov a fev good torture charms.” Syna offered brightly, gaze chilled.
“I might just take you up on that.” Nick responded.
Deva shook her head at the two. “Just do not let Voldemort hear about any of this, or there von’t be any Zack to find, let alone torture.”
“No. Ve vill haff to keep this from him.” Syna agreed. “Come. I vill take you to the Hospital Ving and ve may all fawn over Doo.”
“Vell Syna calls Voldemort names.” Deva agreed.
Syna shot her cousin a dark look as Nick broke out into sniggers.
-~/\~-
“You can kiss him, you know. I promise not to tell.” Nick offered to the Dark Lord as he came to stand next to his friend’s bed.
Voldemort’s head shot up and he glared at Nick, who took a step back. “Why is there a Muggle in Hogwarts?” He hissed furiously.
Nick’s eyes flashed. “Because this Muggle is Doo’s best friend and, unlike some idiot wizards, I actually care about him.”
Voldemort stood and Nick had to look up at the towering figure. “I dare you to repeat that, Muggle.” He spat, pointing his wand at the younger man’s heart.
“No! Stop it!” Deva jumped between the feuding males. “I brought him! If you must punish someone, punish me!”
“And I invited them both.” Syna added coldly. “If you try Crucioing me, I’ll hex you. Idiot.”
The Dark Lord winced, but sat back down. “Shut up, Syna.” He muttered.
Three people stared at the Dark Lord in shock. “I think Doo is a bad influence.” Deva decided. “He is making you sound almost human, Lo-“
“My name,” Voldemort hissed, spinning around in his seat to glare at the witch. “Is Tom. If you call me anything else, I’ll kill you.”
“Obviously not a bad enough influence.” Nick muttered, stepping up to sit on the end of the bed and settling a hand on Doo’s legs. “Doo-man, Marvolo really wasn’t worth this, you know?”
“I am going to hex you.” Tom spat.
Nick smirked at the Dark Lord before returning his attention to Doo. “This feels just like the old days, when I’d tell you Zack was a little shithead and you needed to dump him before he dumped you. So, let me tell you now, why don’t you just dump old Marvolo over here before he can dump you, eh?”
“You little-“ Tom started.
Doo gave a rasping laugh. “He’s messing with you, Tom. Ignore him.” The Forgotten muttered. “Nick, I didn’t know Muggles could come into Hogwarts.”
“They can’t. I gave him an amulet that lets him do so.” Syna offered, ignoring the dark look the Dark Lord shot at her.
“Doo, vat happened?” Deva whispered.
Doo cracked his eyes opened and looked around at everyone, eyes, thankfully, clear now. “Stressed, I guess.”
“About Marvolo doing a disappearing act?” Nick asked helpfully.
“That’s enough, Nicholas.” Doo said in a firm voice before Tom could shoot back a response.
“Sorry.” Nick sighed, patting Doo’s leg gently. “You’re usually stressed, but I’ve never seen you do something this stupid. Well, except for that time you decided to see how long it would take for you to hit the water of the Clyde if you jumped from Kingston Bridge...”
“You didn’t.” Deva gasped.
Doo grimaced. “Once. That was seven years ago. Shut up, Nick.”
“But, Doo, vy vould you jump off a bridge?” Deva begged.
“Zack.” Nick said plainly.
“I’m starting to see vy you dislike this guy, Nick.” Syna muttered darkly, before looking back at Doo. “Vat about this time?”
“I cracked.” Doo shrugged.
“That’s not good enough.” Tom cut in, giving Doo a sharp look. “Try again.”
Doo let out a helpless sigh. “Zack sent me a letter and he said a few things, that’s all.”
“I’ll kill him.” Tom decided.
“You will not.” Doo hissed, reaching out and grabbing the Dark Lord’s hand as he stood. “You will sit back down and behave yourself.”
“Why should I?” Tom shot back.
Doo’s eyes dulled rather suddenly. “Because I have a feeling that, if you leave, you’ll never come back.” He whispered.
Tom sat back down rather suddenly. “Sorry. I’ll stay.” He said softly, squeezing the hand in his own tightly.
Doo smiled and closed his eyes. “Good.”
Nick smirked at Tom. “Pucker up.” He whispered.
“You’re one very dead little fucker.” The Dark Lord hissed.
“Nick, stop tormenting Tom already.” Doo muttered.
Nick just grinned.
-~/\~-
“Tell me about this Zack.” Tom said suddenly to Nick, who was sitting on the end of Doo’s bed still. The two men had been left to watch over the sleeping Doo alone, since Deva needed to get the things she and Nick had left in the hotel and Syna had been called away by one of the other professors to handle something.
Nick sighed and glanced up at the vaulted ceiling. “What all do you know?”
“They met in the hospital after the war and Zack helped Doo start anew. They were close, but didn’t always see eye-to-eye…” The Dark Lord sighed, glancing down at the hand he still held in his own.
Nick nodded. “Zack hated kids, for one thing. He was always trying to talk Doo into closing the shop and moving in with him in Glasgow, where he worked as a lawyer. Zack would say that Doo wouldn’t have to work, he’d support them both, but...” Nick let out a helpless sigh. “Zack never understood many things about Doo. One of them was that Doo needed to work. He needed to support himself. It’s just a part of who he is. And he adores children. It probably has something to do with something that happened before the memory loss, but I don’t know what.”
“I noticed that. He likes to protect them.” Tom agreed softly.
“He does always seem to want to be the hero.” Nick snorted. “He’s always protecting people. From his past, I think.” He glanced up at the Dark Lord. “Makes sense, really, if he lived through a war.”
“Yes...”
“Zack and Doo always fought over things. Sherbet Lemon was just one of those things. The shop was Doo’s life, and it has always come before anything else. He loves that place.” Nick smiled faintly at his friend. “I had to use it against him the time he tried to jump off Kingston Bridge. He wouldn’t talk to me for a week after that, but he didn’t try jumping off any more bridges.”
Tom gave a sad little laugh at that. “No. He slit his wrists instead.”
“Yeah...” Nick rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what they fought about that last time, and nor do I really care. I’ve spent eight years trying to get them to break up because I knew Zack would find a way to push Doo over the edge. When they finally broke up and Zack moved to London, I thought this was over, but it’s not.” He caught the scarlet gaze with his own dark one rather suddenly. “Listen to me right now, Marvolo. I don’t like you, not in the least, but I’ll put my feelings to the side because I can see you’re good for Doo. But, if you ever hurt him again, I don’t care how many of your foolish followers are surrounding you, I will go through them all just to murder you.”
Tom nodded numbly, eyes wide.
Nick stood. “He loves you, though I’ll never understand why, and you’ve got some feelings for him.” The dark-eyed young man said. “Take care of him.” Then he turned and left the ward, probably to await Deva on the front stairs.
The Dark Lord glanced back down at Doo. ‘He loves me? How... No, don’t bother with the how, Tom. That’s not your concern right now. Right now your concern is making sure Doo’s okay.’ He frowned. ‘And figuring out these “feelings” Ripley seems to think you have for Doo...’
-~/\~-
“I didn’t think you’d leave him alone vith Doo, even if he bribed you.” Deva commented as she settled on the stair next to her boyfriend.
“I don’t like him.” Nick admitted. “But there’s some sort of connection between those two that I can’t destroy without also losing my friend. If Doo loves him like I think he does, then there’s not much I can do, you know?”
“Yes.” Deva sighed and rested her head on Nick’s shoulder. “Vat are you tvo going to do about Zack?”
“Doo’s going to recover. I’m going to take the little shithead to court.” Nick hissed coldly. “Monday, I need to head back to town to get people to help me with this. There’s no way I’m letting Zack take Sherbet Lemon from Doo.”
“I vill help. That shop is his life. I vill not stand by vell my boyfriend fights for the shop of a mutual friend.” Deva promised. “Ve vill go into town together Monday and visit the people ve knov.”
“Right.” Nick nodded firmly and draped his arm around Deva’s shoulders. “I really love you sometimes.”
“Mm... And I love you.” Deva smiled.
-~/\~-
-~\/~-
A/N: These chapters are just too short, I know. Sorry.
*smirks* So, can I assume everyone’s figured out the pairing now?
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Chapters:
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers ||| 3 - Depression
4 - The Greatest Idiot ||| 5 - Another Clue ||| 6 - Discovered
7 - Harry Potter Lives ||| 8 - The Power Over the Dark ||| 9 - Answers
10 - The True Threat Becomes Known ||| 11 - Gathering Allies ||| 12 - A New Bond
13 - Culross and Her Staff ||| 14 - Courting Your Fate
Discontinued
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: I’m gonna be evile and not tell you. *cackles*
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs, Suicide attempt
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: Uhm... “Banana” is a fun word. Kinda like “Mississippi”... -sweatdrop-
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
A/N: Miff. Sorry this took so long to get out. Real Life a bitch when it feels like it, and it had loads of fun nipping me in the arse these past couple of weeks.
Chapter Four
The Greatest Idiot
-~\/~-
Doo was a very punctual person, Syna had learned. So, when her friend hadn’t come through the Floo at the Three Broomsticks at seven, she’d been a little worried. However, when her watch claimed it was seven-thirty, she decided to take matters into her own hands and took the Floo to Doo’s flat herself. What she found horrified her beyond words.
Doo lay in a growing pool of blood, white hair dyed red. His eyes were clenched shut in pain and there were tear-streaks down his cheeks. A box of clothing, stuffed animals, and a bouquet of dead roses sat before him. A letter was on the ground next to Doo’s pocket knife and both items were soaked in blood.
Syna let her war training kick in and rushed over to Doo’s side, pulling out her wand as she went. She knelt next to him and immediately muttered a Healing Charm for each of the two slashes on his arms. Next, she checked to make sure he was still breathing and had a pulse. Both were true, but they were weak, so she didn’t even bother with a Cleaning Charm, just picked him up. She touched the ring on one finger to Doo’s arm and whispered, “Healing.” With a ‘pop,’ they were gone.
The owl found Deva and Nick while they were walking down Wellington Street. Deva caught the bird as a reflex and easily took the letter from it while Nick blocked the odd sight from view. Deva read over the quick message, paling. “Oh, by Merlin...”
Nick frowned. “Deva, what’s wrong?”
Deva looked up at Nick tearfully. “It’s from Syna. Doo tried to kill himself.”
“WHAT?!” Nick hissed loudly. His eyes widened suddenly as he recalled the package. “Zack. That little shit. I’ll kill him.”
“No. No killing.” Deva tugged on Nick’s hand. “Hold my hand. There’s one of our pubs just up the street. I’ll take you in and ve’ll Floo to Hogsmeade. Then ve shall valk up to Hogvarts.”
“Right.” Nick nodded, eyes cold. ‘Zack Palmer, if I ever get my hands on you again, you’ll be one very dead little fucker.’ He hissed mentally as he allowed Deva to tug him down the street.
Once she’d sent the owl, Syna hurried back to the Hospital Wing where their mediwitch, Dulcie Kenyon, was taking care of Doo. “Hov is he, Dulcie?” She asked as she stepped into the ward.
Dulcie looked up with a sigh. “He’ll make it, with the Blood-Replenishing Potion, if he really wants to.”
“You don’t think he’ll vant to.” Syna sighed.
“No.” Dulcie shook her head. “For Doo to do something like this, it must have been big. It’s probably been growing for a long time now and whatever was in that letter was the last straw.”
Syna bit her lip sadly and stared down at the pale man in the bed. “Oh, Doo, vat is it you are so depressed about?”
Doo’s eyes opened slightly and he glanced over at Syna, but his eyes were dim and foggy, as if he wasn’t really there. “Syna?”
The Deputy Headmistress fell to her knees next to the bed and clasped a cold hand in her own. “I’m here, Doo. Nick and Deva are coming.”
Doo nodded, eyes closing. “But not Tom. Never Tom.” He murmured.
Syna’s eyes widened as she realized what had happened. “That fool.” She hissed, standing abruptly. “Dulcie, stay with him. I must Floo a very, very stupid man.”
“Of course, Syna.” Dulcie agreed. “You can use my office, you know.”
Syna nodded sharply. “Thank you.” She spun and stalked into the matron’s office.
Voldemort frowned at the door to his office when someone pounded on it. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Lucius shouted from outside, so Voldemort decided the man would take care of it for him.
Syna’s voice floated through the door, surprising the Dark Lord. “Voldemort, if you don’t let me in this instant I vill blast these doors dovn! Lucius, don’t you dare try and stop me!”
Voldemort got up with a helpless groan. ‘What have I done to piss her off this time?’ He complained, opening the doors. “In.” He ordered.
Syna swept past him and glared as he closed the doors. “You are the greatest idiot in all of the vizarding vorld!” Syna screamed once the Dark Lord had turned around to face her.
Voldemort look stricken for half a moment before he narrowed his eyes. “You dare call me such things on my turf, Syna Krum?” He asked in a dangerous voice.
“I seem to recall a young Forgotten by the name of Dooley Tarrant vo you were friends vith, my Lord.” Syna replied coldly.
“What of it?” The Dark Lord hissed just as coldly.
“He is dying, my Lord.” The witch hissed vindictively. Voldemort’s eyes widened in shock. “He slit his vrists, my Lord, and I’d bet my life it is because you haff been ignoring him!”
Voldemort looked horrified. “Where is he?” He whispered after a long moment of silence.
“He is in the Hospital Ving at Hogvarts.” Syna replied, coolly.
The Dark Lord called his cloak to himself wandlessly and threw it about his shoulders before pulling his office doors open and sweeping out into the hallway, Syna behind him. Lucius stood in the centre of the hallway, staring at them. “I’m leaving for Hogwarts, Lucius. You know the drill. One little fuck up and I’ll hang you up from the South Tower by your dick.” Voldemort said conversationally before sweeping past the shocked blonde.
Syna smirked.
If Dulcie was surprised to see Voldemort stepping out of her office with Syna, she didn’t show it. Rather, she bowed to the Dark Lord and went into her office, closing the door behind herself.
“If you fuck up this time, I vill do far vorse than hanging you up by your dick.” Syna hissed to the Dark Lord. “I am going to vait for my cousin and her boyfriend on the steps.” She warned before heading out of the ward.
Voldemort nodded numbly, then stepped up to the bed and fell to his knees next to it. “Doo. Oh, Merlin, I’m so sorry.” He whispered. “I was supposed to be your friend and always be there for you and I wasn’t. Syna’s right. I am the greatest idiot in the wizarding world...”
“Syna has such a way with words.” Doo muttered dryly.
“Doo!” Startled red eyes met cloudy green.
Doo offered a sad smile. “I didn’t think you would come.” He murmured, closing his eyes. “You are always so busy.”
“No, no, no...” The Dark Lord shook his head. “I’m never too busy. I was just stupid. I should have owled you or Flooed you or something...” He rested a hand against Doo’s cheek. “I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re here now.” Doo pointed out weakly. “Just as long...as you...don’t...lea...ve...”
Voldemort grabbed Doo’s hand with his free one and closed his eyes, concentrating. He stretched his magic out to touch the wizard before him and let out a sigh of relief when he realized Doo had just fallen asleep and was fine. He opened his eyes and conjured himself a chair before sitting down again to watch over the man he’d nearly lost.
Deva and Nick paused at the bottom of the front steps of the school to gasp in some air as Syna stepped down to them. “Velcome to Hogvarts, Nicholas.” She murmured, slipping an amulet around the man’s neck. Nick looked up at her in surprise. “It vill let you see Hogvarts as ve do, even if you aren’t holding Deva’s hand.” Nick nodded his thanks.
“Syna, hov is he?” Deva begged.
“Our Lord is vatching over him right nov.”
“Why is that jackass here?” Nick hissed. “It’s not like he gives a damn.”
Deva looked between her cousin, who was frowning, and her boyfriend, who was fuming, worriedly. “Syna, I can explain.” She whispered at last.
Syna pursed her lips. “I am not surprised you told him, Deva, but I vish you had told me.”
“I’m sorry...” Deva whispered, bowing her head.
“It’s my fault.” Nick cut in. “I asked.”
Syna nodded dully as Deva turned to stare at Nick. “No matter. As for vy Voldemort is here?” Nick nodded. “Doo vas asking for him.”
The Muggle man sighed. “Figures.”
Syna held out a piece of paper to Nick. “This vas next to him ven I found him. Vo is this Zack?”
Nick’s eyes flashed. “I knew it.” He glanced up at the Deputy Headmistress with icy eyes. “He’s Doo’s ex. They broke up right before Tom first came over for a visit.”
Syna nodded while Deva tugged the note from her boyfriend’s hand. She paled as she read it. “No vonder he tried to kill himself.” She whispered at last.
“Zack is a sore loser.” Nick growled. “And if I ever get my hands on him again, he’s going to be a dead loser.”
“I knov a fev good torture charms.” Syna offered brightly, gaze chilled.
“I might just take you up on that.” Nick responded.
Deva shook her head at the two. “Just do not let Voldemort hear about any of this, or there von’t be any Zack to find, let alone torture.”
“No. Ve vill haff to keep this from him.” Syna agreed. “Come. I vill take you to the Hospital Ving and ve may all fawn over Doo.”
“Vell Syna calls Voldemort names.” Deva agreed.
Syna shot her cousin a dark look as Nick broke out into sniggers.
“You can kiss him, you know. I promise not to tell.” Nick offered to the Dark Lord as he came to stand next to his friend’s bed.
Voldemort’s head shot up and he glared at Nick, who took a step back. “Why is there a Muggle in Hogwarts?” He hissed furiously.
Nick’s eyes flashed. “Because this Muggle is Doo’s best friend and, unlike some idiot wizards, I actually care about him.”
Voldemort stood and Nick had to look up at the towering figure. “I dare you to repeat that, Muggle.” He spat, pointing his wand at the younger man’s heart.
“No! Stop it!” Deva jumped between the feuding males. “I brought him! If you must punish someone, punish me!”
“And I invited them both.” Syna added coldly. “If you try Crucioing me, I’ll hex you. Idiot.”
The Dark Lord winced, but sat back down. “Shut up, Syna.” He muttered.
Three people stared at the Dark Lord in shock. “I think Doo is a bad influence.” Deva decided. “He is making you sound almost human, Lo-“
“My name,” Voldemort hissed, spinning around in his seat to glare at the witch. “Is Tom. If you call me anything else, I’ll kill you.”
“Obviously not a bad enough influence.” Nick muttered, stepping up to sit on the end of the bed and settling a hand on Doo’s legs. “Doo-man, Marvolo really wasn’t worth this, you know?”
“I am going to hex you.” Tom spat.
Nick smirked at the Dark Lord before returning his attention to Doo. “This feels just like the old days, when I’d tell you Zack was a little shithead and you needed to dump him before he dumped you. So, let me tell you now, why don’t you just dump old Marvolo over here before he can dump you, eh?”
“You little-“ Tom started.
Doo gave a rasping laugh. “He’s messing with you, Tom. Ignore him.” The Forgotten muttered. “Nick, I didn’t know Muggles could come into Hogwarts.”
“They can’t. I gave him an amulet that lets him do so.” Syna offered, ignoring the dark look the Dark Lord shot at her.
“Doo, vat happened?” Deva whispered.
Doo cracked his eyes opened and looked around at everyone, eyes, thankfully, clear now. “Stressed, I guess.”
“About Marvolo doing a disappearing act?” Nick asked helpfully.
“That’s enough, Nicholas.” Doo said in a firm voice before Tom could shoot back a response.
“Sorry.” Nick sighed, patting Doo’s leg gently. “You’re usually stressed, but I’ve never seen you do something this stupid. Well, except for that time you decided to see how long it would take for you to hit the water of the Clyde if you jumped from Kingston Bridge...”
“You didn’t.” Deva gasped.
Doo grimaced. “Once. That was seven years ago. Shut up, Nick.”
“But, Doo, vy vould you jump off a bridge?” Deva begged.
“Zack.” Nick said plainly.
“I’m starting to see vy you dislike this guy, Nick.” Syna muttered darkly, before looking back at Doo. “Vat about this time?”
“I cracked.” Doo shrugged.
“That’s not good enough.” Tom cut in, giving Doo a sharp look. “Try again.”
Doo let out a helpless sigh. “Zack sent me a letter and he said a few things, that’s all.”
“I’ll kill him.” Tom decided.
“You will not.” Doo hissed, reaching out and grabbing the Dark Lord’s hand as he stood. “You will sit back down and behave yourself.”
“Why should I?” Tom shot back.
Doo’s eyes dulled rather suddenly. “Because I have a feeling that, if you leave, you’ll never come back.” He whispered.
Tom sat back down rather suddenly. “Sorry. I’ll stay.” He said softly, squeezing the hand in his own tightly.
Doo smiled and closed his eyes. “Good.”
Nick smirked at Tom. “Pucker up.” He whispered.
“You’re one very dead little fucker.” The Dark Lord hissed.
“Nick, stop tormenting Tom already.” Doo muttered.
Nick just grinned.
“Tell me about this Zack.” Tom said suddenly to Nick, who was sitting on the end of Doo’s bed still. The two men had been left to watch over the sleeping Doo alone, since Deva needed to get the things she and Nick had left in the hotel and Syna had been called away by one of the other professors to handle something.
Nick sighed and glanced up at the vaulted ceiling. “What all do you know?”
“They met in the hospital after the war and Zack helped Doo start anew. They were close, but didn’t always see eye-to-eye…” The Dark Lord sighed, glancing down at the hand he still held in his own.
Nick nodded. “Zack hated kids, for one thing. He was always trying to talk Doo into closing the shop and moving in with him in Glasgow, where he worked as a lawyer. Zack would say that Doo wouldn’t have to work, he’d support them both, but...” Nick let out a helpless sigh. “Zack never understood many things about Doo. One of them was that Doo needed to work. He needed to support himself. It’s just a part of who he is. And he adores children. It probably has something to do with something that happened before the memory loss, but I don’t know what.”
“I noticed that. He likes to protect them.” Tom agreed softly.
“He does always seem to want to be the hero.” Nick snorted. “He’s always protecting people. From his past, I think.” He glanced up at the Dark Lord. “Makes sense, really, if he lived through a war.”
“Yes...”
“Zack and Doo always fought over things. Sherbet Lemon was just one of those things. The shop was Doo’s life, and it has always come before anything else. He loves that place.” Nick smiled faintly at his friend. “I had to use it against him the time he tried to jump off Kingston Bridge. He wouldn’t talk to me for a week after that, but he didn’t try jumping off any more bridges.”
Tom gave a sad little laugh at that. “No. He slit his wrists instead.”
“Yeah...” Nick rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what they fought about that last time, and nor do I really care. I’ve spent eight years trying to get them to break up because I knew Zack would find a way to push Doo over the edge. When they finally broke up and Zack moved to London, I thought this was over, but it’s not.” He caught the scarlet gaze with his own dark one rather suddenly. “Listen to me right now, Marvolo. I don’t like you, not in the least, but I’ll put my feelings to the side because I can see you’re good for Doo. But, if you ever hurt him again, I don’t care how many of your foolish followers are surrounding you, I will go through them all just to murder you.”
Tom nodded numbly, eyes wide.
Nick stood. “He loves you, though I’ll never understand why, and you’ve got some feelings for him.” The dark-eyed young man said. “Take care of him.” Then he turned and left the ward, probably to await Deva on the front stairs.
The Dark Lord glanced back down at Doo. ‘He loves me? How... No, don’t bother with the how, Tom. That’s not your concern right now. Right now your concern is making sure Doo’s okay.’ He frowned. ‘And figuring out these “feelings” Ripley seems to think you have for Doo...’
“I didn’t think you’d leave him alone vith Doo, even if he bribed you.” Deva commented as she settled on the stair next to her boyfriend.
“I don’t like him.” Nick admitted. “But there’s some sort of connection between those two that I can’t destroy without also losing my friend. If Doo loves him like I think he does, then there’s not much I can do, you know?”
“Yes.” Deva sighed and rested her head on Nick’s shoulder. “Vat are you tvo going to do about Zack?”
“Doo’s going to recover. I’m going to take the little shithead to court.” Nick hissed coldly. “Monday, I need to head back to town to get people to help me with this. There’s no way I’m letting Zack take Sherbet Lemon from Doo.”
“I vill help. That shop is his life. I vill not stand by vell my boyfriend fights for the shop of a mutual friend.” Deva promised. “Ve vill go into town together Monday and visit the people ve knov.”
“Right.” Nick nodded firmly and draped his arm around Deva’s shoulders. “I really love you sometimes.”
“Mm... And I love you.” Deva smiled.
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A/N: These chapters are just too short, I know. Sorry.
*smirks* So, can I assume everyone’s figured out the pairing now?
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers ||| 3 - Depression
7 - Harry Potter Lives ||| 8 - The Power Over the Dark ||| 9 - Answers
10 - The True Threat Becomes Known ||| 11 - Gathering Allies ||| 12 - A New Bond
13 - Culross and Her Staff ||| 14 - Courting Your Fate
Discontinued
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Date: 8/5/05 05:40 (UTC)Doo was a very punctual person...
Thank God for that.
She touched the ring on one finger to Doo’s arm and whispered, “Healing.” With a ‘pop,’ they were gone.
Handy - I want one.
“You are the greatest idiot in all of the vizarding vorld!” Syna screamed once the Dark Lord had turned around to face her....
...“He is dying, my Lord.” The witch hissed vindictively.
Syna. I'm in love. Tom so deserved that.
“I’m leaving for Hogwarts, Lucius. You know the drill. One little fuck up and I’ll hang you up from the South Tower by your dick.” Voldemort said conversationally before sweeping past the shocked blonde.
Okay, maybe I can forgive him.
Nick smirked at Tom. “Pucker up.” He whispered.
“You’re one very dead little fucker.” The Dark Lord hissed.
“Nick, stop tormenting Tom already.” Doo muttered.
Nick just grinned.
...
But, if you ever hurt him again, I don’t care how many of your foolish followers are surrounding you, I will go through them all just to murder you.”
Tom nodded numbly, eyes wide.
Yes - terrorise the evil Dark Lord. Nick is SUCH a good friend.
Love this chapter. Tom needs to do more grovelling though, and Zack's picture needs smashing. Maybe on Zack's head.... My hopes for future parts.
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Date: 9/5/05 00:15 (UTC)Okay, maybe I can forgive him.
*snigger, snort*
Yes - terrorise the evil Dark Lord. Nick is SUCH a good friend.
Nick is the bomb! Between him and Syna, I do believe Tom will throughly regret having forgotten about Doo. ^.~
and Zack's picture needs smashing. Maybe on Zack's head.... My hopes for future parts.
Do did finally get rid of the damned thing. Dunno what he did with it. Suppose the picture fell into a plothole. *snorts*
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Date: 11/5/05 02:48 (UTC)Why don't I ever think of these things?! *goes to pout*
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Date: 9/5/05 17:31 (UTC)*hugs while she's being careful of sunburn* I know what it's like. I had one all over my top torso, other than where my bathing suit was. And in the same year I had another one all over my shoulders and face. It really hurt. x.x My best suggestion would be to use Aloe Vera Gell. It cools it down, gives it moisture and helps the healing process along. Keep it covered if you go outside, but at home you might feel more comfortable if you just walk around without any clothes on the part that's sunburned. x.x you probably know all this stuff already - but at least I'm trying to help. ^^' Get well soon.
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Date: 10/5/05 01:22 (UTC)Thank you. Yes, I did use Aloe Vera Gel(after I finally found it...my house is such a mess). Sunburn's defiantely better now. ;)
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Date: 10/5/05 01:32 (UTC)now, what are you sick with? Give me exact symptoms and I'll see if I could find a good homeopathic for you. And if I don't know for sure I'll just ask my dad, he's a master at it. ^^ er...that is if you don't mind homeopathics and natural medicine. ^^' My sister once got over appendecidis because my dad gave her the right remedy. She didn't even have to get operated because of it. ^^ So, yeah, homeopathics really do help. And chamomile tea would be good for about anything, it really calms you down. If you're having stomach problems you might try mint. But if you're on homeopathics, then avoid that. It antidotes them, just like anything with caffine in it does (including chocolate).
sorry, I'm just rambling. ^^' I'll blame it on the fact that it's 3:31 AM here and I'm having too much fun watching episodes of one of my favourite series. ^^'
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Date: 10/5/05 02:24 (UTC)*laughes* It's just a head cold, really. I give it about another two days or so before I'm well again. Well, perhaps more than two days if my mum keeps stressing me out over everything... -.-
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Date: 10/5/05 02:28 (UTC)lol, then just lock your door, lay down and rest. ^^ If you mom insists on bothering you, say that mother's day is over, so can she please leave you alone to get well. ;)
another good thing would to just not let yourself get stressed. If she tells you to do something, just say, "Hello? I'm sick, remember? I have to rest so that I can get better. Now could you please leave me alone? I want to sleep." Or at least that would work with my mom. ^^' dunno about yours. You know her better than I do. ^^
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Date: 10/5/05 02:36 (UTC)See, my problem is that I'm the eldest and, more often than not, the calmest, so I end up mediating between my sis and mum and listening to their problems. It's a pain in the ass, but it's something I'm good at. *headdesk*
Normally, my mum leaves me alone when I'm sick, but, this time, I've got a bunch of stuff I need to be doing and she keeps poking at me about it. *sighes* She won't let off, regretably.
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Date: 10/5/05 02:44 (UTC)yeah, I know the problem. Seems to be something all moms have in common. If they think something should be done, then it has to be done regardless of your wellfare as long as it's serious enough. Seriously, both my parents tell me to go clean up my room when I can barely move. x.x Just because they think my stupid room should be clean. Yeah, I know, I'm pathetic. But I'm the only kid they have left to annoy. My sisters have already gone to go to college. And I'm left behind. x.x
Just lock the door, leave the key in so that she can't open it up again, go to bed and put on some nice calming music to help you sleep and drown out her shouting. ^^ Works like a charm. Or rather it probably would if I ever tried it...where is the key to my room anyways? I usually just baracade it with stuff that's laying right next to me. ^^' Handy having a messy room at moments like that ^^
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Date: 10/5/05 03:08 (UTC)Ah, see, my mum is, at least, over the whole "go clean your room" phase. Course, it probably helps that I tend to keep my room clean anyway.(I need pacing space. XD)
I almost feel bad for my sister next year. Then I'll be off at college and she'll have to weather my mum all alone.
*laughes* See, we have rather old-fashioned locks. No keys. They lock, but mine's been kicked open so many time by my lil sis,
tempermental little twit, that it never really stays closed... *glances around* Barracading it might work, if I want a mess... *glances at bookcase* That could work... XDno subject
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Date: 22/5/05 04:19 (UTC)What does Zack have to do with Doo's shop? I.. don't understand. I reread all previous chapters, just to make certain that I haven't missed something important, but I can't seem to find a reason for this. Here is what I know about the Doo/Zack phenomenon (perhaps you can fill in some blanks?):\
Random Amnesiac X had no memories. Zack, who hates children, gives him a new name. Doo soon opens the candy shop, despite Zack's pleas to.. not do that. Two years into their relationship, Zack did something that either directly or indirectly caused Doo to attempt to jump off a bridge. Eight years later, Zack returns all of Doo's things and includes a scathing letter. Doo tries to dice his arms.
So.. I'm not seeing anything there that means Doo's about to lose the candy shop. Did they have joint ownership or something? Maybe it really belongs to Zack, because he funded its creation, despite his mass dislike of children..?
--A Very Confused Person
ah, reading forward is apparently a good idea (who knew? certainly not me)
Date: 22/5/05 04:24 (UTC)--A Less Confused Person