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batsutousaiTitle: The Forgotten
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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: OC/OC, Tom/Doo(Harry)
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: I am listening to my Beatles CD. I still can’t believe I managed to find it in my room… O.o
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
:Parseltongue:
A/N: Dude. My mouth HURTS!! *whimpers*
-~/\~-
Chapter Six
Discovered
-~\/~-
Doo woke up warm. At first, he was surprised to see Tom sleeping next to him with a peaceful expression on his face. Then he remembered the nightmare from last night and buried his face in the older man’s chest with a shudder. ‘I’m grateful he woke me, I suppose, but he didn’t really have to stay the rest of the night. Not that I mind, of course. This is rather nice...’ Doo sighed softly. ‘Don’t bother getting used to this, Tarrant. It’s not worth the heartache.’
The Forgotten opened his eyes, then narrowed them rather suddenly at the skin he was resting against. Tom didn’t sleep with a shirt, apparently, so all of the scars on his chest were visible. Most of them were vicious-looking, and some looked a bit faded, as if they were decades old. There was one really nasty one, though, that started at the top of his left shoulder and disappeared below his pants’ line that caught the green-eyed man’s attention. Doo figured it was from the war and thoughtlessly ran a finger down it, biting his lower lip sadly.
“That tickles, you know.” Tom muttered, making Doo jump.
“Sorry! I didn’t- I mean-“
“I’m not yelling at you, Doo.” The Dark Lord sighed. “I don’t really care, actually.” He tugged on a lock of white hair. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Doo shuddered again. “This is the first time I’ve remembered the nightmare...”
Tom frowned. “You’ve had them before, then?”
Green eyes met scarlet. “Yeah. Zack was always waking me up the first fours years after the war because I was screaming, but I was never able to tell him what I’d seen, I couldn’t remember them even that long. I haven’t really had a nightmare since then, now that I think about it...” Doo frowned thoughtfully.
“You’re a strong wizard. The spell could be wearing off, or just being around a place that’s as concentrated with magic as Hogwarts is could be forcing you to remember things better. I have noticed that you have more memory flashes when there’s a large supply of wild magic around you.” Tom said philosophically. “You didn’t have any nightmares in the Hospital Wing?”
Doo shook his head. “Maybe my body was too tired.”
“Probably.” Tom agreed.
Doo sighed and changed the topic. “You didn’t have to stay with me all night, you know.”
The Dark Lord gave him an amused look. “I’m afraid I wasn’t given much of a choice. You’ve got a grip like a vice, Mr Tarrant.”
Doo’s face reddened. “Sorry...”
Tom tugged on a lock of white hair again with a smile. “Was I complaining?” Doo’s blush deepened. “Why don’t we both get dressed so we can go get some breakfast and have you looked at. If Dulcie says you’re good to go, I’ll take you back to the shop and we’ll see how everyone’s doing, hm?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Doo agreed, sitting up. Tom smiled and got out of the bed, sticking his wand into the waistband of his pants before walking back to his room. “Tom?” Doo said right before the Dark Lord closed the door.
“Hum?” Tom glanced back at his friend.
“Thank you.”
“It’s what friends are for.” The Dark Lord replied before letting the door close.
-~/\~-
“That hardly looks good...” Tom murmured, nodding at the sharp-looking car that was parked outside of Sherbet Lemon.
Doo narrowed his eyes. “That’s Zack’s car.”
:Can I bite him?: Inda inquired from her position under Doo’s shirt, wrapped around his torso, with her head on his shoulder. She’d decided to stay with him for a while, and Tom hadn’t seen any reason to disagree.
:Only if the little fucker tries anything funny.: Tom replied.
Doo snorted. “Define ‘funny,’ Tom.”
“If he tries to hurt you.” The Dark Lord offered seriously.
“...Oh...” Doo bit his lower lip and concentrated on walking towards his shop.
“For the last time, where is he, you little shit?” Zack’s voice floated from the shop while the two wizards were still two shops from Sherbet Lemon.
“Like fuck I’m going to tell you. Get out of here, Palmer.” Nick’s voice shot back sharply.
There was the sound of skin-on-skin and Doo’s eyes widened. “Nick...” He hissed before sprinting into the shop. “Palmer, get away from him.” He spat at the dark form in front of the counter.
“Doo!” Nick shouted as Zack spun around, brown eyes narrowed dangerously at his ex-boyfriend.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the little shit himself.” Zack mocked cruelly, taking a threatening step towards Doo.
:Stay away from Doo!: Inda hissed, rearing up on Doo’s shoulder and flaring her hood out threateningly. Zack froze, eyes widening.
“Uhm, Doo, bud, there’s a cobra on your shoulder.” Nick offered nervously.
“She’s mine.” Tom offered calmly as he stepped into the shop. “Good morning, Ripley.”
“Morning, Marvolo. Good to see you actually listened to me for once.” Nick replied as calmly as he could manage, eyes still on the angry snake on his friend’s shoulder.
Tom stepped forward and stroked Inda’s hood soothingly. “And you must be Zack Palmer. A pleasure to finally meet the man I’ve so been looking forward to offing.”
:Just don’t eat him. He smells bad.: Inda growled as she rested her head back down on Doo’s shoulder, hood hidden again. She kept her eyes on Zack, though. Tom chuckled while Doo bit his lip to keep from smiling.
“Just who do you think you are?” Zack demanded of the Dark Lord.
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Muggle. “How rude of me. I am Tom Marvolo.”
Zack smirked. “Get a new boy toy already, Dooley?”
Doo snorted. “You’re mixing me up with yourself, Palmer. I don’t go out and have sex with the first pretty face I see.” His gaze pierced through his ex. “Unlike some people I know.”
“You’re gonna die for that comment!” Zack shouted, jumping at Doo.
The Dark Lord moved with inhuman speed and caught the Muggle, mid-jump. “The only person who is facing death here, Mr Palmer, is you. Now then, I’m going to set you outside and you’re going to get into your fancy little car and drive away. If I see you again before court next week, I’ll rip your throat out.” He said sharply before dragging the terrified man out of the shop.
“What is he? Part vampire?” Nick whispered as Doo walked over to the counter, petting Inda gently.
:Part snake, actually.: The serpent answered.
“Really? How’d he manage that?” Doo inquired, disregarding his own rules and seating himself on the counter. Nick didn’t even bother to remind him of the rules.
:No clue. I didn’t know him back then.:
“Oh...”
“You can understand it?” Nick whispered, leaning forward slightly.
Doo smiled. “Yes. She says Tom’s part snake, but she doesn’t know how he managed it.”
“Wicked...” Nick sighed. “What’s her name? Can I touch her?”
Doo laughed. “Nick, meet Inda. Inda, this is my friend, Nick Ripley.”
:He smells good. He may pet me, yes.: Inda decided after flicking her tongue out.
Doo relayed the message and the two men laughed before petting her gently.
:Are you having fun, Luv?: Tom inquired from the doorway, smiling at the three at the counter.
Nick jumped at the Dark Lord’s hiss. “Good God, Marvolo! Don’t do that!”
:Aw... Come on, Tom, you ruined it!: Inda complained.
Tom and Doo traded looks before both burst out laughing. Nick just sighed and returned to petting the happy serpent.
-~/\~-
“Doo! You’re okay!” Deva cried happily as she and a few of the parents in the neighborhood stepped into the shop.
Doo smiled at the Bulgarian witch. “Dulcie let me go this morning. It’s been a very boring day.”
“No stress.” Tom offered from where he standing behind the counter with Nick, learning how to use the cash register.
“Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Doo grumbled.
Inda glanced up from where she’d been hiding under Doo’s shirt. :Hullo, Deva.:
Deva blinked at the cobra in shock a few times while everyone else froze. “By the Gods. Inda? Vat are you doing vith Doo?”
“I lent her to him, sort of.” Tom answered.
“She scared the fuck out of Zack.” Doo sniggered.
“Palmer was in here?” One of the elder men in the town, Radolf Dalton, demanded sharply.
Doo nodded slowly. “Yeah. He was threatening Nick when Tom and I got here. Tom kicked him out. Sent him back to Glasgow.”
“What did he want, Nicholas?” Radolf asked the dark-eyed man behind the counter.
Nick sighed. “He was looking for Doo. I have no clue why.”
“He’s probably planning on saying you need not appear at court.” Tom murmured thoughtfully. “If he can keep you from being there, he’s won.”
“You really think he’d do that, Tom?” Deva asked, eyes wide, as the others behind her gasped.
“He can try, but it won’t be happening.” Nick spat.
“No, it won’t.” Tom agreed coldly. “Because Doo’s not leaving my sight.”
Doo spun around in his chair and stared at his friend in shock. ‘Oh, Gods... I don’t have anywhere for him to sleep...’ He realized numbly.
“Great. This means I don’t have to worry about Doo anymore.” Nick said brightly, slapping the Dark Lord on the back, then grinning in response to his glare.
“You’re sure, Nicholas?” Gloria Ripley asked her son.
Nick nodded. “Marvolo’s not one of ours, and nor does he have the best disposition in the universe, but you couldn’t ask for a better bodyguard. Between Inda and Marvolo, nothing is getting to Doo.”
“Do you have a death wish, Ripley?” Tom growled.
“No, but I do enjoy pissing you off.” Nick replied.
Deva let out a moan while Doo grabbed a couple of sherbet lemons and tossed one at each man. “Cool it, both of you.” He ordered.
Tom scowled at the sherbet lemon that had hit him while Nick popped his in his mouth. “Why throw these?” The Dark Lord whined.
“They were the closest things to me.” Doo replied with a shrug as the people in the shop watching them laughed.
“Tomorrow, you’re sitting on the other side.” Tom decided.
“Next to the bubblegum?” Nick asked, giving the Dark Lord an incredulous look. “Are you insane?”
“Yes.” Tom replied with a straight face. Nick blinked at him a few times before cracking up.
Doo rolled his eyes. “Was there anything you all came from?”
“Yes.” Radolf spoke for everyone. “We wanted to know the town’s behind you, not Palmer. Also, do you need a lawyer?”
“No.” Doo smiled faintly at where Tom and Nick were throwing insults back and forth. “Tom’s already got his working on it.”
“I’ll have Peter drop by tomorrow.” Tom offered, returning his attention to the rest of the room after silently hexing Nick’s mouth shut.
“Two o’clock.” Radolf decided and looked around him for agreement.
“I’ll make sure he’s here.” Tom promised.
“Very good.” Radolf nodded his head to Doo. “Stay safe, Dooley.”
“You too, Radolf.” Doo replied, watching the procession leave his store.
Tom walked over to Doo while Deva went to check on Nick, and unhex him. “Quite popular, aren’t you?” The Dark Lord inquired, tugging on Doo’s ponytail gently.
“The town’s always been pretty close. No one here was ever very fond of Zack. Perhaps because he was a big time lawyer from Glasgow, and no one really likes that sort.” Doo sighed, glancing up at Tom. “I don’t have anywhere for you to sleep.”
“What size is your bed?” Tom asked with a touch of amusement.
“Eh? King size. Why?”
“Then I’ll just share it with you, hum?”
Doo’s cheeks flared with a blush. “I...I guess.”
Tom frowned. “Or I could transfigure something into a bed and sleep there.”
The younger man sighed and rested his head against the elder one’s abdomen, shocking the Dark Lord. “No, you can sleep in my bed. Probably the best way to protect me, anyway.” Doo murmured.
Tom slipped his arms around Doo’s shoulder, pushing them together gently. “Are you tired?”
“Mm.”
:I think he is.: Inda offered.
“Right.” The Dark Lord leaned over and picked Doo up gently, smiling at the faint sound of annoyance from the green-eyed man. “Perhaps this day has been just a little too exhausting, hm?” Tom inquired of no one.
“Taking him up to his room?” Deva asked quietly.
“Yes.” Tom agreed. “Did you get Ripley unhexed?”
“Yes, I’m unhexed.” Nick growled softly. “Cheater.”
“Slytherin, actually.” The Dark Lord corrected before taking the stairs up to Doo’s flat and into the Forgotten’s bedroom.
Doo had been truthful when he’d said the place looked like a war zone. There were clothing, books, and papers strewn everywhere, including a pair of pants hanging from the ceiling fan. Two red wardrobes, three blue plush chairs, four small wooden tables, a white desk, a black desk chair, a small yellow bookcase, four floors lamps of varying colours, and the green-sheeted king-sized bed crowded the room. The walls were hung with paintings and the desk held pictures of all of Doo’s friends, including one of Tom himself, which the Dark Lord could not recall being taken. One corner had a pile of stuffed animals of all sizes in it, and one small, stuffed white owl sat on the bed, watching the doorway with sharp eyes. A laptop lay closed on the desk, in front of the pictures, a pile of papers next to it in a small bin. A desk lamp took up any remaining space on the desk.
Deciding to ignore the mess for the moment, Tom stepped up to the bed and laid Doo down. He tugged the younger man’s shoes and socks off, sending them to their rightful places with a quick spell, before tucking him under the covers. :Keep an eye on him while I clean this place up.: He hissed to Inda, who had slithered out from under Doo’s shirt and had curled herself up on the pillow Doo’s head rested on.
:Of course, Tom.: Inda agreed.
The Dark Lord nodded and pulled out his wand. After cleaning out a spot for himself on the floor by pushing the mess to one side, he closed his eyes and cast a powerful Cleaning Charm on the entire room.
Doo, who hadn’t quite been asleep, watched with wide eyes as the room cleaned itself up. Clothing either folded itself and flew into his wardrobe, or threw itself into the dirty clothing box. Papers neatened themselves on the desk as the photos shifted so none were hidden behind any others. The book shelf straightened itself and the books that hadn’t fit before and been piled on top or strewn about the room found places, only a few being left on the top, but being left there neatly. His pile of stuffed animals neatened itself up, looking presentable in a way that Doo could have never managed. His paintings straightened themselves as a dusting rag flew around to dust them all.
“Wow...” Doo whispered once everything had calmed down.
Tom glanced at him over his shoulder. “I thought you were asleep.”
“No, not really...” Doo sat up, hugging his stuffed owl to his chest. “That was awesome, Tom.”
The Dark Lord shrugged. “Cleaning Charms aren’t my speciality, but it is always a good idea to know how to do them well. They can be damn useful.”
“Why didn’t you use one yesterday on your room?” The Forgotten inquired curiously.
Tom sat down on the end of the bed with a faint sigh. “Two reasons, really. One, I needed to do something physical-“
“Like stubbing your toe on the bed post?” Doo interrupted teasingly.
“It got me to calm down, didn’t it?”
“Actually, it got you to curse pretty colourfully. Were you a sailor in a previous life?”
The Dark Lord smirked. “Probably not, but I did work on a ship for a couple of years when I was younger.”
“You were a member of the crew?”
“Yeah. I needed the money.” Tom nodded.
“Okay. What was the other reason?”
“Hogwarts, as I said, is very magic concentrated. What I did here wouldn’t have been quite as effective at the school because of the levels of wild magical resistance.” Tom explained.
“But, wouldn’t that put a hamper on the students’ magic?” Doo inquired worriedly.
“Hogwarts generally keeps the wild magic from interfering with school work, but one’ll find it much more difficult to fight or play magical pranks there than they would anywhere else, since the wild magic would interfere.”
“So, Hogwarts is alive and only lets you do things it thinks you should be doing.” Doo said.
“Yup.” Tom grinned. “I’ve forbidden the house-elves from visiting my private bedroom, so you could say the free roaming wild magic in there is Hogwarts’ complaining that I won’t give her servants some extra work.”
Doo giggled. “But you could have managed something, right?”
“Of course.” Tom nodded. “My Cleaning Charm there would have acted like the Cleaning Charm of any normal witch or wizard in their own house.”
“Even if their house were in, say, Hogsmeade?”
“That’s the wonderful thing about owning your own house, it will use the wild magic at its disposal to help you, rather than hinder you.” Tom smiled.
“Cool...” Doo said before yawning rather widely.
The Dark Lord chuckled and stood. “Why don’t you get dressed for bed while I go make that firecall to Peter?”
“Okay...”
-~/\~-
Tom and Nick were bickering in the living-room of Doo’s flat while Doo and Deva were making lunch for five in the kitchen. Wormtail would be there any moment and they planned to have some sort of nourishment for the two hours they had until the meeting with the townspeople who had visited the day before. Tom had mentioned that they’d need to use the time to fill his lawyer in on everything, and, possibly, argue with him a bit about doing a case for a Forgotten.
“You cook better than I do, Doo. It’s making me slightly jealous.” Deva teased as Doo took the sweet potatoes off the stove.
“It’s how I’ve managed to live so long on my own.” Doo replied, wiping at his brow gently with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Sit for a fev minutes. You haff been up all morning.” Deva ordered, pushing the Forgotten into a chair that she’d conjured earlier.
Doo sighed and did as she said, watching as she worked with the swedes carefully. “Between you, Nick, and Tom I won’t get a chance to stress out over anything for the next month.”
“It’s vat you get for trying to kill yourself.” Deva responded without remorse. “And you are going to sit and bear it or I’ll make you bear it.”
“Ouch. I should go tell Tom you’re threatening me. It’s causing me stress.” The green-eyed man shot back, blowing a single thread of white hair out of his face. The rest of his hair had been pulled back tightly and covered with a black bandana to keep it out of the food.
There was a crash from the living-room, then the two in the kitchen heard Tom say, “Perfect entrance, Peter. We were just starting to get bored.”
“Oh, this can simmer for a bit yet.” Deva groaned. “Let’s go check and make sure Tom doesn’t lash out at poor Peter because he’s pissed at Nick.”
Doo sniggered, but stood and followed the witch into the living-room. “Oh, come on, Tom. If you feel the need to hex someone, I think you should hex Nick.” The Forgotten offered as he saw the wand pointed at Wormtail, who looked terrified. Tom let out a snort and put his wand away.
The rat Animagus turned to thank his saviour and froze, mouth and eyes widening in shock. “Merlin...”
“What now?” Tom snapped at his lawyer.
“Harry?!” Wormtail squeaked.
Tom spun to look at Doo, who looked completely confused, and his own eyes widened. “Fuck...” He hissed, sitting down heavily on the loveseat.
“What’s going on?” Nick demanded, dark gaze shooting back and forth between the two Dark Wizards. “And why are you calling Doo ‘Harry’?”
“That’s not possible!” Deva cried suddenly from behind Doo. Doo spun to look at her and his confusion doubled when he saw tears in her eyes. “He vas supposed to be dead! Peter, you must haff made a mistake!”
“Would one of you please tell me what’s wrong?!” Nick shouted.
“He-He’s Harry Potter.” Wormtail finally said, pointing his finger at Doo.
Doo turned to look at Tom slowly, green eyes filled with sadness at the horror he found in the scarlet ones before him. “...no...” He whispered before fainting.
-~/\~-
-~\/~-
A/N: I feel like leaving you all with a cliffie again. *cackles* It’s fun!
~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: OC/OC, Tom/Doo(Harry)
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: I am listening to my Beatles CD. I still can’t believe I managed to find it in my room… O.o
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
:Parseltongue:
A/N: Dude. My mouth HURTS!! *whimpers*
Chapter Six
Discovered
-~\/~-
Doo woke up warm. At first, he was surprised to see Tom sleeping next to him with a peaceful expression on his face. Then he remembered the nightmare from last night and buried his face in the older man’s chest with a shudder. ‘I’m grateful he woke me, I suppose, but he didn’t really have to stay the rest of the night. Not that I mind, of course. This is rather nice...’ Doo sighed softly. ‘Don’t bother getting used to this, Tarrant. It’s not worth the heartache.’
The Forgotten opened his eyes, then narrowed them rather suddenly at the skin he was resting against. Tom didn’t sleep with a shirt, apparently, so all of the scars on his chest were visible. Most of them were vicious-looking, and some looked a bit faded, as if they were decades old. There was one really nasty one, though, that started at the top of his left shoulder and disappeared below his pants’ line that caught the green-eyed man’s attention. Doo figured it was from the war and thoughtlessly ran a finger down it, biting his lower lip sadly.
“That tickles, you know.” Tom muttered, making Doo jump.
“Sorry! I didn’t- I mean-“
“I’m not yelling at you, Doo.” The Dark Lord sighed. “I don’t really care, actually.” He tugged on a lock of white hair. “How are you feeling this morning?”
Doo shuddered again. “This is the first time I’ve remembered the nightmare...”
Tom frowned. “You’ve had them before, then?”
Green eyes met scarlet. “Yeah. Zack was always waking me up the first fours years after the war because I was screaming, but I was never able to tell him what I’d seen, I couldn’t remember them even that long. I haven’t really had a nightmare since then, now that I think about it...” Doo frowned thoughtfully.
“You’re a strong wizard. The spell could be wearing off, or just being around a place that’s as concentrated with magic as Hogwarts is could be forcing you to remember things better. I have noticed that you have more memory flashes when there’s a large supply of wild magic around you.” Tom said philosophically. “You didn’t have any nightmares in the Hospital Wing?”
Doo shook his head. “Maybe my body was too tired.”
“Probably.” Tom agreed.
Doo sighed and changed the topic. “You didn’t have to stay with me all night, you know.”
The Dark Lord gave him an amused look. “I’m afraid I wasn’t given much of a choice. You’ve got a grip like a vice, Mr Tarrant.”
Doo’s face reddened. “Sorry...”
Tom tugged on a lock of white hair again with a smile. “Was I complaining?” Doo’s blush deepened. “Why don’t we both get dressed so we can go get some breakfast and have you looked at. If Dulcie says you’re good to go, I’ll take you back to the shop and we’ll see how everyone’s doing, hm?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Doo agreed, sitting up. Tom smiled and got out of the bed, sticking his wand into the waistband of his pants before walking back to his room. “Tom?” Doo said right before the Dark Lord closed the door.
“Hum?” Tom glanced back at his friend.
“Thank you.”
“It’s what friends are for.” The Dark Lord replied before letting the door close.
“That hardly looks good...” Tom murmured, nodding at the sharp-looking car that was parked outside of Sherbet Lemon.
Doo narrowed his eyes. “That’s Zack’s car.”
:Can I bite him?: Inda inquired from her position under Doo’s shirt, wrapped around his torso, with her head on his shoulder. She’d decided to stay with him for a while, and Tom hadn’t seen any reason to disagree.
:Only if the little fucker tries anything funny.: Tom replied.
Doo snorted. “Define ‘funny,’ Tom.”
“If he tries to hurt you.” The Dark Lord offered seriously.
“...Oh...” Doo bit his lower lip and concentrated on walking towards his shop.
“For the last time, where is he, you little shit?” Zack’s voice floated from the shop while the two wizards were still two shops from Sherbet Lemon.
“Like fuck I’m going to tell you. Get out of here, Palmer.” Nick’s voice shot back sharply.
There was the sound of skin-on-skin and Doo’s eyes widened. “Nick...” He hissed before sprinting into the shop. “Palmer, get away from him.” He spat at the dark form in front of the counter.
“Doo!” Nick shouted as Zack spun around, brown eyes narrowed dangerously at his ex-boyfriend.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the little shit himself.” Zack mocked cruelly, taking a threatening step towards Doo.
:Stay away from Doo!: Inda hissed, rearing up on Doo’s shoulder and flaring her hood out threateningly. Zack froze, eyes widening.
“Uhm, Doo, bud, there’s a cobra on your shoulder.” Nick offered nervously.
“She’s mine.” Tom offered calmly as he stepped into the shop. “Good morning, Ripley.”
“Morning, Marvolo. Good to see you actually listened to me for once.” Nick replied as calmly as he could manage, eyes still on the angry snake on his friend’s shoulder.
Tom stepped forward and stroked Inda’s hood soothingly. “And you must be Zack Palmer. A pleasure to finally meet the man I’ve so been looking forward to offing.”
:Just don’t eat him. He smells bad.: Inda growled as she rested her head back down on Doo’s shoulder, hood hidden again. She kept her eyes on Zack, though. Tom chuckled while Doo bit his lip to keep from smiling.
“Just who do you think you are?” Zack demanded of the Dark Lord.
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Muggle. “How rude of me. I am Tom Marvolo.”
Zack smirked. “Get a new boy toy already, Dooley?”
Doo snorted. “You’re mixing me up with yourself, Palmer. I don’t go out and have sex with the first pretty face I see.” His gaze pierced through his ex. “Unlike some people I know.”
“You’re gonna die for that comment!” Zack shouted, jumping at Doo.
The Dark Lord moved with inhuman speed and caught the Muggle, mid-jump. “The only person who is facing death here, Mr Palmer, is you. Now then, I’m going to set you outside and you’re going to get into your fancy little car and drive away. If I see you again before court next week, I’ll rip your throat out.” He said sharply before dragging the terrified man out of the shop.
“What is he? Part vampire?” Nick whispered as Doo walked over to the counter, petting Inda gently.
:Part snake, actually.: The serpent answered.
“Really? How’d he manage that?” Doo inquired, disregarding his own rules and seating himself on the counter. Nick didn’t even bother to remind him of the rules.
:No clue. I didn’t know him back then.:
“Oh...”
“You can understand it?” Nick whispered, leaning forward slightly.
Doo smiled. “Yes. She says Tom’s part snake, but she doesn’t know how he managed it.”
“Wicked...” Nick sighed. “What’s her name? Can I touch her?”
Doo laughed. “Nick, meet Inda. Inda, this is my friend, Nick Ripley.”
:He smells good. He may pet me, yes.: Inda decided after flicking her tongue out.
Doo relayed the message and the two men laughed before petting her gently.
:Are you having fun, Luv?: Tom inquired from the doorway, smiling at the three at the counter.
Nick jumped at the Dark Lord’s hiss. “Good God, Marvolo! Don’t do that!”
:Aw... Come on, Tom, you ruined it!: Inda complained.
Tom and Doo traded looks before both burst out laughing. Nick just sighed and returned to petting the happy serpent.
“Doo! You’re okay!” Deva cried happily as she and a few of the parents in the neighborhood stepped into the shop.
Doo smiled at the Bulgarian witch. “Dulcie let me go this morning. It’s been a very boring day.”
“No stress.” Tom offered from where he standing behind the counter with Nick, learning how to use the cash register.
“Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Doo grumbled.
Inda glanced up from where she’d been hiding under Doo’s shirt. :Hullo, Deva.:
Deva blinked at the cobra in shock a few times while everyone else froze. “By the Gods. Inda? Vat are you doing vith Doo?”
“I lent her to him, sort of.” Tom answered.
“She scared the fuck out of Zack.” Doo sniggered.
“Palmer was in here?” One of the elder men in the town, Radolf Dalton, demanded sharply.
Doo nodded slowly. “Yeah. He was threatening Nick when Tom and I got here. Tom kicked him out. Sent him back to Glasgow.”
“What did he want, Nicholas?” Radolf asked the dark-eyed man behind the counter.
Nick sighed. “He was looking for Doo. I have no clue why.”
“He’s probably planning on saying you need not appear at court.” Tom murmured thoughtfully. “If he can keep you from being there, he’s won.”
“You really think he’d do that, Tom?” Deva asked, eyes wide, as the others behind her gasped.
“He can try, but it won’t be happening.” Nick spat.
“No, it won’t.” Tom agreed coldly. “Because Doo’s not leaving my sight.”
Doo spun around in his chair and stared at his friend in shock. ‘Oh, Gods... I don’t have anywhere for him to sleep...’ He realized numbly.
“Great. This means I don’t have to worry about Doo anymore.” Nick said brightly, slapping the Dark Lord on the back, then grinning in response to his glare.
“You’re sure, Nicholas?” Gloria Ripley asked her son.
Nick nodded. “Marvolo’s not one of ours, and nor does he have the best disposition in the universe, but you couldn’t ask for a better bodyguard. Between Inda and Marvolo, nothing is getting to Doo.”
“Do you have a death wish, Ripley?” Tom growled.
“No, but I do enjoy pissing you off.” Nick replied.
Deva let out a moan while Doo grabbed a couple of sherbet lemons and tossed one at each man. “Cool it, both of you.” He ordered.
Tom scowled at the sherbet lemon that had hit him while Nick popped his in his mouth. “Why throw these?” The Dark Lord whined.
“They were the closest things to me.” Doo replied with a shrug as the people in the shop watching them laughed.
“Tomorrow, you’re sitting on the other side.” Tom decided.
“Next to the bubblegum?” Nick asked, giving the Dark Lord an incredulous look. “Are you insane?”
“Yes.” Tom replied with a straight face. Nick blinked at him a few times before cracking up.
Doo rolled his eyes. “Was there anything you all came from?”
“Yes.” Radolf spoke for everyone. “We wanted to know the town’s behind you, not Palmer. Also, do you need a lawyer?”
“No.” Doo smiled faintly at where Tom and Nick were throwing insults back and forth. “Tom’s already got his working on it.”
“I’ll have Peter drop by tomorrow.” Tom offered, returning his attention to the rest of the room after silently hexing Nick’s mouth shut.
“Two o’clock.” Radolf decided and looked around him for agreement.
“I’ll make sure he’s here.” Tom promised.
“Very good.” Radolf nodded his head to Doo. “Stay safe, Dooley.”
“You too, Radolf.” Doo replied, watching the procession leave his store.
Tom walked over to Doo while Deva went to check on Nick, and unhex him. “Quite popular, aren’t you?” The Dark Lord inquired, tugging on Doo’s ponytail gently.
“The town’s always been pretty close. No one here was ever very fond of Zack. Perhaps because he was a big time lawyer from Glasgow, and no one really likes that sort.” Doo sighed, glancing up at Tom. “I don’t have anywhere for you to sleep.”
“What size is your bed?” Tom asked with a touch of amusement.
“Eh? King size. Why?”
“Then I’ll just share it with you, hum?”
Doo’s cheeks flared with a blush. “I...I guess.”
Tom frowned. “Or I could transfigure something into a bed and sleep there.”
The younger man sighed and rested his head against the elder one’s abdomen, shocking the Dark Lord. “No, you can sleep in my bed. Probably the best way to protect me, anyway.” Doo murmured.
Tom slipped his arms around Doo’s shoulder, pushing them together gently. “Are you tired?”
“Mm.”
:I think he is.: Inda offered.
“Right.” The Dark Lord leaned over and picked Doo up gently, smiling at the faint sound of annoyance from the green-eyed man. “Perhaps this day has been just a little too exhausting, hm?” Tom inquired of no one.
“Taking him up to his room?” Deva asked quietly.
“Yes.” Tom agreed. “Did you get Ripley unhexed?”
“Yes, I’m unhexed.” Nick growled softly. “Cheater.”
“Slytherin, actually.” The Dark Lord corrected before taking the stairs up to Doo’s flat and into the Forgotten’s bedroom.
Doo had been truthful when he’d said the place looked like a war zone. There were clothing, books, and papers strewn everywhere, including a pair of pants hanging from the ceiling fan. Two red wardrobes, three blue plush chairs, four small wooden tables, a white desk, a black desk chair, a small yellow bookcase, four floors lamps of varying colours, and the green-sheeted king-sized bed crowded the room. The walls were hung with paintings and the desk held pictures of all of Doo’s friends, including one of Tom himself, which the Dark Lord could not recall being taken. One corner had a pile of stuffed animals of all sizes in it, and one small, stuffed white owl sat on the bed, watching the doorway with sharp eyes. A laptop lay closed on the desk, in front of the pictures, a pile of papers next to it in a small bin. A desk lamp took up any remaining space on the desk.
Deciding to ignore the mess for the moment, Tom stepped up to the bed and laid Doo down. He tugged the younger man’s shoes and socks off, sending them to their rightful places with a quick spell, before tucking him under the covers. :Keep an eye on him while I clean this place up.: He hissed to Inda, who had slithered out from under Doo’s shirt and had curled herself up on the pillow Doo’s head rested on.
:Of course, Tom.: Inda agreed.
The Dark Lord nodded and pulled out his wand. After cleaning out a spot for himself on the floor by pushing the mess to one side, he closed his eyes and cast a powerful Cleaning Charm on the entire room.
Doo, who hadn’t quite been asleep, watched with wide eyes as the room cleaned itself up. Clothing either folded itself and flew into his wardrobe, or threw itself into the dirty clothing box. Papers neatened themselves on the desk as the photos shifted so none were hidden behind any others. The book shelf straightened itself and the books that hadn’t fit before and been piled on top or strewn about the room found places, only a few being left on the top, but being left there neatly. His pile of stuffed animals neatened itself up, looking presentable in a way that Doo could have never managed. His paintings straightened themselves as a dusting rag flew around to dust them all.
“Wow...” Doo whispered once everything had calmed down.
Tom glanced at him over his shoulder. “I thought you were asleep.”
“No, not really...” Doo sat up, hugging his stuffed owl to his chest. “That was awesome, Tom.”
The Dark Lord shrugged. “Cleaning Charms aren’t my speciality, but it is always a good idea to know how to do them well. They can be damn useful.”
“Why didn’t you use one yesterday on your room?” The Forgotten inquired curiously.
Tom sat down on the end of the bed with a faint sigh. “Two reasons, really. One, I needed to do something physical-“
“Like stubbing your toe on the bed post?” Doo interrupted teasingly.
“It got me to calm down, didn’t it?”
“Actually, it got you to curse pretty colourfully. Were you a sailor in a previous life?”
The Dark Lord smirked. “Probably not, but I did work on a ship for a couple of years when I was younger.”
“You were a member of the crew?”
“Yeah. I needed the money.” Tom nodded.
“Okay. What was the other reason?”
“Hogwarts, as I said, is very magic concentrated. What I did here wouldn’t have been quite as effective at the school because of the levels of wild magical resistance.” Tom explained.
“But, wouldn’t that put a hamper on the students’ magic?” Doo inquired worriedly.
“Hogwarts generally keeps the wild magic from interfering with school work, but one’ll find it much more difficult to fight or play magical pranks there than they would anywhere else, since the wild magic would interfere.”
“So, Hogwarts is alive and only lets you do things it thinks you should be doing.” Doo said.
“Yup.” Tom grinned. “I’ve forbidden the house-elves from visiting my private bedroom, so you could say the free roaming wild magic in there is Hogwarts’ complaining that I won’t give her servants some extra work.”
Doo giggled. “But you could have managed something, right?”
“Of course.” Tom nodded. “My Cleaning Charm there would have acted like the Cleaning Charm of any normal witch or wizard in their own house.”
“Even if their house were in, say, Hogsmeade?”
“That’s the wonderful thing about owning your own house, it will use the wild magic at its disposal to help you, rather than hinder you.” Tom smiled.
“Cool...” Doo said before yawning rather widely.
The Dark Lord chuckled and stood. “Why don’t you get dressed for bed while I go make that firecall to Peter?”
“Okay...”
Tom and Nick were bickering in the living-room of Doo’s flat while Doo and Deva were making lunch for five in the kitchen. Wormtail would be there any moment and they planned to have some sort of nourishment for the two hours they had until the meeting with the townspeople who had visited the day before. Tom had mentioned that they’d need to use the time to fill his lawyer in on everything, and, possibly, argue with him a bit about doing a case for a Forgotten.
“You cook better than I do, Doo. It’s making me slightly jealous.” Deva teased as Doo took the sweet potatoes off the stove.
“It’s how I’ve managed to live so long on my own.” Doo replied, wiping at his brow gently with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Sit for a fev minutes. You haff been up all morning.” Deva ordered, pushing the Forgotten into a chair that she’d conjured earlier.
Doo sighed and did as she said, watching as she worked with the swedes carefully. “Between you, Nick, and Tom I won’t get a chance to stress out over anything for the next month.”
“It’s vat you get for trying to kill yourself.” Deva responded without remorse. “And you are going to sit and bear it or I’ll make you bear it.”
“Ouch. I should go tell Tom you’re threatening me. It’s causing me stress.” The green-eyed man shot back, blowing a single thread of white hair out of his face. The rest of his hair had been pulled back tightly and covered with a black bandana to keep it out of the food.
There was a crash from the living-room, then the two in the kitchen heard Tom say, “Perfect entrance, Peter. We were just starting to get bored.”
“Oh, this can simmer for a bit yet.” Deva groaned. “Let’s go check and make sure Tom doesn’t lash out at poor Peter because he’s pissed at Nick.”
Doo sniggered, but stood and followed the witch into the living-room. “Oh, come on, Tom. If you feel the need to hex someone, I think you should hex Nick.” The Forgotten offered as he saw the wand pointed at Wormtail, who looked terrified. Tom let out a snort and put his wand away.
The rat Animagus turned to thank his saviour and froze, mouth and eyes widening in shock. “Merlin...”
“What now?” Tom snapped at his lawyer.
“Harry?!” Wormtail squeaked.
Tom spun to look at Doo, who looked completely confused, and his own eyes widened. “Fuck...” He hissed, sitting down heavily on the loveseat.
“What’s going on?” Nick demanded, dark gaze shooting back and forth between the two Dark Wizards. “And why are you calling Doo ‘Harry’?”
“That’s not possible!” Deva cried suddenly from behind Doo. Doo spun to look at her and his confusion doubled when he saw tears in her eyes. “He vas supposed to be dead! Peter, you must haff made a mistake!”
“Would one of you please tell me what’s wrong?!” Nick shouted.
“He-He’s Harry Potter.” Wormtail finally said, pointing his finger at Doo.
Doo turned to look at Tom slowly, green eyes filled with sadness at the horror he found in the scarlet ones before him. “...no...” He whispered before fainting.
A/N: I feel like leaving you all with a cliffie again. *cackles* It’s fun!
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers ||| 3 - Depression
4 - The Greatest Idiot ||| 5 - Another Clue |||
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: 16/5/05 21:49 (UTC)Poor Tom. Must be quite a shock to see someone you killed come to life. Let's hope Inda manages to comfort him some. And talks some sense into him, where needed.
I don't really see why Deva's so insistent Harry be dead. Guess I'll have to wait till next chapter for that.
great writing, and congrats on the job,
cloe
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Date: 16/5/05 21:57 (UTC)Poor Tom indeed. Though, really, I think I'm feeling pretty damn bad for Doo, myself. *amused look* And, yes, Inda will definately be setting things straight. ^.~
Aye. Next chapter.
Thank you. ^.^
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Date: 16/5/05 22:00 (UTC)*snorts* Yes, poor Tom.
Thank you. ^.~ I promise not to make you all wait more than a week for the next update. *laughes*
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Date: 16/5/05 23:17 (UTC)As a side note, congrats on the new job!
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Date: 21/5/05 18:39 (UTC)As for seeing the rat in action? We'll see. Depends on how much help my mother the legal secretary will give me... ^.~
Thank you. ^.^
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Date: 16/5/05 23:30 (UTC)*revives*
Do I need to repeat myself? *mutters* Slytherin...
It should be interesting to see what Tom does next. I admit, I had thought you wouldn't get the truth out there for at least a few more chapters, but Tom and Doo's relationship in growing stronger all the time.
I loved protective!Tom. It was cute. And Zack needs to die a horrible painful death, so if Tom's the one to deliver that, I am hardly going to complain. ^_~
Well, I'm still a bit overwhelmed by you evilness, so I will be cutting this a bit short.
I will not debase myself by begging... I won't... stop looking at me like that... ALRIGHT! You win!
Please, please oh brilliant author! I must have more! Be merciful lovely goddess! Put we poor unworthy readers out of our misery! *whimpers*
~Dawn
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Date: 21/5/05 00:55 (UTC)I admit, I had thought you wouldn't get the truth out there for at least a few more chapters
I like surprising people. How better to do it than throw things they don't expect at them?
Zack will die a most horrible and painful death, no worries. Lots of blood. *winks*
*pats* It shall be out soon enough, no worries.
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Date: 16/5/05 23:53 (UTC)no subject
Date: 21/5/05 00:56 (UTC)Glad you enjoyed, even if you're a little ticked at me. XD
Kill Zack Now!
Date: 17/5/05 00:01 (UTC)Re: Kill Zack Now!
Date: 21/5/05 00:59 (UTC)Well, since you said please... ^.^
Well, the holiday and the sex sound like a great idea, but I think the coffee would make poor old me barf. -.-
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Date: 17/5/05 00:02 (UTC)So counting on Inda to talk some sense into a certain Dark Lord. I, too, look forward to knowing why Deva's insistent that Harry was/is dead.
Quick grammar note: “And you are going to sit and bare it or I’ll make you bare it.”
Wrong word. Unless there's something I don't know about Doo and Deva, he's not baring anything to her. All baring is for Tom, methinks. ;-) (P.S. - You want 'bear'.)
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Date: 21/5/05 01:01 (UTC)Inda will definately be having a long word with Tom.
And it won't be her fault!... ^.^" Typo, ignore that.See!! I thought that looked wrong! But the beta didn't even blink at it, so I left it! *headdesk* Fiiiiiiiick... *piles all blame on beta*
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Date: 17/5/05 00:23 (UTC)Haha, Peter of all people got it! That's great!
I cannot WAIT for the next chapter and more of the reactions!
::glomps:: You rule!
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Date: 21/5/05 01:03 (UTC)Well, I figure he should be cool for once! ^.^"
*glomps back* Yay!!
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Date: 17/5/05 01:19 (UTC)That was cruel, Batsu.
Poor- well- everyone. Except Peter. And Zack.
It's a wonderfully written chapter, I can't complain. I can only hope that your life won't get in the way of the next chap for too long...
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Date: 21/5/05 01:13 (UTC)I'm a Slytherin, m'dear. Of course it was cruel. XD
*laughes*
Oh, no worries. The next chapter's already written. ^.~
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Date: 17/5/05 01:39 (UTC)Thanks again for the great chap.
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Date: 21/5/05 01:17 (UTC)But of course.
OMG :(
Date: 17/5/05 02:50 (UTC)I feel sorry for both Tom and Harry. Tom was fine when he was being overprotected of Doo and now that Tom found out who Doo is, I don't know what Tom will do. He has to choose between killing his arch-rival or not. I hope he doesn't kill Harry.
I feel sorry for Harry now because he found out who really is and who Tom is. I don't know if Harry hates of love him now. I think he fainted because he is now so stressed on what to do.
I don't know I am just saying what's in my head. I have no clue if I am right or not. I really like angst and there was so at the ending so I think this is my fav chapter! Thank you... Actually I really love the chapter when Harry tries to kill himself. Now that made me cry and happy that it made me cry... I don't think that made sense.
*shrugs* oh well.
Great chap and all together it is a fantastic fic! I hope things will work out in the very end. Although I hope there is more angst in the next chap!
Re: OMG :(
Date: 21/5/05 01:25 (UTC)I dunno, I always like a story more when I cry. Makes it more real to me, really. So I know where you're coming from.
Angst, angst... *looks at chappie 7* Yup, there's some in there....
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Date: 17/5/05 03:04 (UTC):Can I bite him?: GO INDA!
“Uhm, Doo, bud, there’s a cobra on your shoulder.” Nick offered nervously. *grin-grin-grin!!!*
:Just don’t eat him. He smells bad.: REALLY like Inda.
Vampires - YAY! Tom being part snake. Zack being terrorised. Nick petting dangerous serpent. Much adorableness.
Subconscious says Radolf is a werewolf. Logic tells me this is unlikely.
Tom being part snake. Zack being terrorised.
“Next to the bubblegum?” Nick asked, giving the Dark Lord an incredulous look. “Are you insane?” *snerk!*
Description of Doo's room. One small, stuffed white owl sat on the bed, watching the doorway with sharp eyes. Hedwig being protective, even after being transfigured into a stuffed toy :) I want a ceiling fan, now. You keep hanging things off them, and it looks like fun. Tom as sailor - I ADORE!
“Ouch. I should go tell Tom you’re threatening me. It’s causing me stress.” Mwahahaha. Doo-imp. Love your imps.
The end bit?
I'd have never guessed on Peter of all people recognising Harry. Was it funny? Or scary? -- I thought funny side, until the very last line, then it was all "Dammit, poor Doo, when will life quit messing him around?" mixed in with "ooh goody, angst" and "Now Tom, if you're feeling anything other than regret for hurting him, I've still got a screwdriver around somewhere..."
Still grinning, though.
Cheers!
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Date: 21/5/05 01:34 (UTC)Inda is the best snake in the universe. Everyone likes her!! ^.^
...Well, Radolf is an Old English name meaning "counsel wolf"...
Hedwig being protective, even after being transfigured into a stuffed toy :) I want a ceiling fan, now. You keep hanging things off them, and it looks like fun. Tom as sailor - I ADORE!
I thought it would be nice if Hedwig remained for poor Doo. Best he always have a good friend. ^.~
I would love a ceiling fan myself, however, that would require for me to take all my paper cranes off my ceiling, and that wouldn't be so great... T.T
Meehee... Well, he does have the backbone for it...
Mwahahaha. Doo-imp. Love your imps.
My imps are quite a bit of fun, aren't they? ^.~
*laughes* Screwdriver. Go with the screwdriver. XD
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Date: 17/5/05 05:22 (UTC)Wonderful chapter, and I am so glad that Tom knows who Harry is now. Whatever he decides to do about it - it doesn't matter to me now that he knows. I am counting on Inda to talk some sense into him, but this also leaves it wide open for some good ol' angst. Either way, I'm not going to be complaining.
I hope Tom kills Zack. *nods* I'm so not a fan of him, and he just needs to be gone in a very dead kind of way. I loved that Harry threw lemon drops at Tom and Nick because it reminded me so much of a Dumbledore type action only done in a much better way.
“Harry?!” Wormtail squeaked.
And that is Pettigrew's character summed up in one word - 'squeaked'.
If I don't stop now, I'll probably ramble on about how much I love this for the next 10000 pages, so I'll just leave off with the usual note about how brilliant the chapter was. And how awesome you are for writing this. :)
And, I'm hoping you feel better soon. *sends happy thoughts that will somehow make everything perfect again*
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Date: 21/5/05 01:37 (UTC)Good old angst. We like good old angst.
I thought the sherbet lemons would be a nice touch.
And that is Pettigrew's character summed up in one word - 'squeaked'.
*laughes* It is, isn't it?
Meeeeee.... So glad you liked, as always. *gladly recieves happy thoughts* ^.^
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Date: 17/5/05 05:26 (UTC)I do hope Tom isn't an idiot about this, but anyone would go into shock discovering that someone you thought dead is alive. And to have come to care for your worst enemy... ouch. I have this nasty feeling Tom's going to do something stupid and leave Doo again, just when he needs him most (what with the court case and everything).
That is, until Deva knocks some sense into him.
I had thought that Peter would be involved by the revelation, but I expected Doo to be the one to call him Wormtail, from a flashback, which would make people realise who he is.
Great chapter!
~Morauko (from ff.net)
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Date: 21/5/05 01:41 (UTC)Ah, but Doo already proved that he could put "Peter" with "Wormtail" when he was talking to Syna last chapter(or was it the chapter before that? *confused look* Gah, I can't remember...)
^.~
Great MERLIN!!!! *blinks* Ok i've been reading waaaay too much HP fanfiction. *shrugs*
Date: 17/5/05 07:39 (UTC)This was... amazing! I was totally not prepared for Peter working out who Doo... Harry... was, but now that i think about it (after overcoming my complete and utter gobsmackedness *Playful glare* your fault entirely).
Peter had that life debt with Harry... and was friends with James whom Harry looks a lot like, so maybe there's this instinctive thing that Peter just... knew... Ok overanalysing *sheepish grin*.
I DO hope that Tom doesn't turn back into a... well back in character for Voldie really... *shrugs* you know what i mean. The two were getting on so well and then... well it certainly adds dramatic tension, which reminds me...
A CLIFFY OF MAGNITUDINAL... *groans and mutters crankily- can't spell* A BIG HUGE GIGANTUAM CLIFFYY!!!! How could you? *bottom lip quivers and huge eyes fill with tears, sniffles pathetically*
But i'll forgive you... so long as you do update this... when you have time of course. *grumbles-too nice for my own good-pouts*
But as this really was such a great chapter... i suppose i'll let your cliffy go anyway... hope Harry/Doo is ok... i think i probably would have reacted that way too.
~Duana.
Re: Great MERLIN!!!! *blinks* Ok i've been reading waaaay too much HP fanfiction. *shrugs*
Date: 21/5/05 01:44 (UTC)Because cliffies are the life-blood for ficcies. It keeps people
reviewingreading! ^.~"Shall update soon enough. Promise. ^.^
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Date: 17/5/05 09:23 (UTC)Zack's a big, complete, utter ass, and then some. I'd kill him, but I wouldn't want to take away the satisfaction from Tom. ^.^
I've never seen "part snake" done before. What a lovely idea! And so very fitting.
Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY GOD! NOOOOOOOOOO! You can't leave it there! Oh damn. *sniffles* Doo's in PAIN! And Tom is all mixed up... And what are they going to do?! *hysterical* They won't try to hurt him! omg. They won't abandom him?! OMG!
...
Right. Sorry. I think I'm fine now.
Sorry there isn't anything really constructive. :P I'm too tired to be useful. ^.^
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Date: 21/5/05 01:48 (UTC)*laughes* No, no. Wouldn't want that.
O.o I hadn't really thought about that. No, I've never seen part-snake done either. Weird... *hums*
*sniggers* See, that cliffie was punishment for your badgering me for secrets again. It's all your fault. XD
*pats* I don't care about constructive, I'm just happy if it makes me laugh. ^.!
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Date: 17/5/05 11:33 (UTC)Story, yes, that's what I'm supposed to be writing about, isn't it? It's great, as always ( maybe if I flatter her enough she'll write more...)
Nice with the teory of wild magic and how it interacts with 'casted' magic. not many authors bothers, or cares, about background or backing up their, or their characters, actions or the consequnces.
That it would take wormtail to uncover doo's identity I would never haved guessed, I can't wait to see how voldemort, and doo, will handle that. I really hope that he won't do anything stupid. as to the rest of them... well, Inda will probably keep tom in line, hopefully. she seems to have taken a liking in doo.
Syna won't really care I think, she sees him as doo, not as harry potter, someone who doesnt' exsist anymore. the forgetting spell has made it so. I just hope that she won't argue with tom enough to get her hexed... or maybe I do, whatever gets tom to see doo as doo I guess.
I think nick is beign very cool about everything, I mean, getting hexed and not panicking... that's more than I'd manage. he realyl has taken all this 'magic' things in stride, very much so for someone who's supposed to be muggle.
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Date: 21/5/05 01:54 (UTC)*laughes* Maybe I will. ^.~
Truthfully, I've never been one for background info myself, but, hey, when something like that comes to me, I put it in. It was a random plot bunny, and I've always liked the theory that magic was alive.
*amused look* Oh, yes, Inda will definately keep Tom in line. Well, she'll try. *laughes*
*nods* Syna likes Doo, doesn't care if he's Harry or not. So, yes, Doo is safe with Syna. Luckily enough, it won't take Syna to get Tom to keep from fucking everything up.
He's been best friends with Doo, who's got that memory-loss issue going, for eight years. Figure he's pretty damn used to strange things by now. ^.~
And he doesn't like Tom, which probably makes things easier.
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Date: 17/5/05 13:02 (UTC)I loved all the banter between Nick and Tom, the only thing scarier then them fighting is them getting along *grins*
Congrats on the job (even if it is a bit late)
sleep and dream
Kay (I was before Gecko)
Ps is Deva bribing Nick to keep his cool (most of the time about this)?
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Date: 21/5/05 01:57 (UTC)Oh, those two will never truly get along. *laughes* They'll be arguing till the end of time, but at least it's not the sort of arguing that will bring the house down. And they have common ground, which helps. ^.~
Meh. Thank you. ^.^
Deva doesn't have to bribe Nick, luckily enough. He cares too much about Doo to make it too difficult for his friend. ^.^
Cool ^_^
Date: 17/5/05 18:24 (UTC)Re: Cool ^_^
Date: 21/5/05 02:00 (UTC)Next chappie'll be up sooner than you know it. Promise.
The pain problem has gone away, thank Merlin. I got a cavity filled, so my tooth hurt like hell. It was painful. T.T
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Date: 18/5/05 21:14 (UTC)It's a kind of twisted sense that of all people who could have discovered his identity Wormtail is the one. Does Doo actually remember some at the end, or is he just shocked to find out who he is?
Very mean place to leave off, but I know the wait will be worth it! So yes, update soon? Spare me the pain of wondering what will happen!
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Date: 21/5/05 02:03 (UTC)Just shocked. And worried about how this will effect the friendship he's woven with Tom.
Spare you the pain? Ooh.. That's a good one. That just might guilt-trip me into updating before Monday... ^.~
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Date: 9/7/05 20:09 (UTC)