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However, even Granger’s unfortunate [bold not mine] accident was not enough to completely lift the funk that had again settled on Holly.
Guardian’s Song:
NOT ENOUGH?! NOT ENOUGH?!
YOUUUUUUUUUUUU FUCKIIIIIIIIING LITTLE BITCH!
GO SHOVE THE SWORD OF GRYFFINDOR UP WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE!!!
…*SHAKES WITH RAGE* Oh, that little BITCH. THAT LITTLE BITCH.
…*comforts self with images of Holly being fed to the basilisk* BASILISKY! 8DDDDDD
…Mugglesssssss…
Even Blaise and Draco’s declaration that they wanted her to work on her telepathy
Katherine: *mentally* Because she couldn’t piss without her friends encouraging her all the way.
“Fisher”: *blinks* Dear…
Katherine: It’s true.
and that she was going to practice on them
Guardian’s Song: What LOYAL little minions! Voldemort couldn’t have better!
could not brighten her mood, though she did work out a schedule of when they could train on the days they weren’t working on Defence… knowing these bastards, probably Defense [Against Defense Against the Dark Arts].
She didn’t really feel like talking about it with Blaise or Draco, who COMMA! as conciliatory as they were, could never really understand her position. Well, unless they were also stabbed in the back.
Guardian’s Song: *sneers* How about’cha talk about it with Ron, then, bitch? Or Hermione?
As for Tom, she didn’t want to take advantage of him even more.
Rutherford: She only feels human towards… the teenage Voldemort? …Well, they say birds of a feather flock together…
She had already used him as her personal venting source, dumping all of her emotional rubbish on him.
Guardian’s Song: In my fic, I have vowed not to make Forecrux!Tom my Girl!Harry’s Always Sympathetic Telepathic Animal Companion. I intend to hold to that.
Besides, he had enough problems as it was. He was fifty years out of his own time and trapped in a closet? :D *runs out before he can be recaptured* diary to boot.
Rutherford: *facepalm* …She only feels sympathy with the Dark Lord. *FACEPALMFACEPALMFACEPALM*
Further, Holly didn’t feel like waiting to tell her other friends, who she would have to explain the situation to anyway, and she didn’t want to write a letter to them either.
Guardian’s Song: This falls under the category of “Can’t Help Those Who Won’t Help Themselves”.
All of this basically left the dark-haired girl with one choice.
Katherine: Throwing herself to the basilisk?
Who better to know what it was to be distrusted and misunderstood than one of the most distrusted and misunderstood creatures in existence?
Guardian’s Song: You mean Ronald Weasley?
Unbeknownst to Blaise and the rest of her friends, Holly had continued her practice with Serpensortia. She repeatedly conjured the serpent she had spoken to earlier, one which she had originally thought was a coral snake due to its banding. She was attempting to reconcile her ability with herself, a thing that Blaise would definitely approve of had Holly actually told him.
Guardian’s Song:
In fact, her ability to speak to serpents did not make me nearly as uneasy as her obvious instincts for cruelty, secrecy, and domination…
The snake, in turn, seemed happy to be called forth. He was fascinated with the idea of a human who could speak Parseltongue snake language. That kind of thing didn’t happen everyday.
So after her short visit to Hermione, Holly returned to her room, waving off Draco and Blaise’s concerns and telling them that she simply wished to be left alone. She walked up the hallway to her dorm, passing the painting of Ben Gryffindor prancing amongst the unicorns, much to his lover Gareth Slytherin’s unease. The girl eyed it as she went by; the portrait always seemed to draw her attention when she passed, no matter how distracted she was at the time. The image of a masculine-looking man merrily twirling amongst the unicorns as a blond, more androgynous-looking man in the background acquired a bad case of facial spasms had that effect on one.
Entering her room, Holly shut the door behind her. She plopped on her bed, not even bothering to shut her curtains as she was the only second-year girl currently at Hogwarts, WTF?! and her roommates knew about her Parseltongue anyway. Nor did she close the diary, which was still open from last night when she had told Tom about the Gryffindors.
Releasing her wand from its holster, a birthday gift from Draco,
“Fisher”: *clutches face and moans*
she concentrated.
“Serpensortia.”
And the beautiful coral snake gracefully landed on her covers.
Guardian’s Song: You know those things are poisonous, right? The colors aren’t for show!
He searched around for her, turning this way and that. “Greetingss, nestling.”
Guardian’s Song: No words for how much I hate the “nestling” thing. No words.
Surely, it would get translated as “child” into English? Methinks Parseltongue is more a meanings-expressed-as-words-to-human-minds thing than a cipher for English. Otherwise, Arabic Parseltongues would be rather screwed, and don’t get me started on cross-regional language barriers… (There seems to be a bit of a congential accent [the Brazilian snake at the zoo says “Thankssssssss, amigo”], but it’s more like an accent than an entirely different language.)
“Hello, Saladin,” she responded back, picking the serpent up.
He coiled around her wrist.
Tom, who had been listening in via his open diary, started. He had known Holly was a Parselmouth due to the fact that he had overheard her before. However, somebody was keeping secrets,
Guardian’s Song: How so?
but it wasn’t like he could criticise her for that. He was guilty of it himself, and his secret was decidedly more… dangerous.
Guardian’s Song: *smirks* She’ll FOWGIVE HIM, though.
No, I’m serious. She DOES. *facepalm*
The wizard quietly listened in, remaining silent, not that it was hard to do as he couldn’t actually speak.
{snip for Holly bawling to a snake}
“They wouldn’t understand,” she admitted slowly. “They don’t know what it is like to be hated for something that is clearly not my fault, but you do.”
“Yess, I know what it isss like to be distrusted without reason. Most humanss hate my kind, and we have done nothing to them.”
*Ariana barges in from the canon timeline* CRY ME A BLOODY RIVER, BITCH! You haven’t been in PAIN - haven’t nearly died from your own freakishness - you have FWENDS - and freedom - and control over your own life - and you’ve never lived in fear, have you, NO YOU HAVEN’T - BLAST YOU, EIEEEENGARGH JUST DIE! *ATTACKS IN A RAGE*
Guardian’s Song: Have I mentioned that I love Ariana Dumbledore? :D *dodges massive explosion* Holly bitches like Ariana, but she can’t walk the walk. |P Although the idea of Holly being beaten to a pulp for mind-raping everyone in sight is an unfortunately satisfying one… Not that she’d learn…
“That is true,” Holly allowed. “But I am not like that.”
“No, you are not, but you do worry what otherss would do if they knew of your ssnake-gift,” the serpent accused gently.
She exhaled. “That’s also true. Draco, Blaise, and the others don’t even know that I actually use it.”
Katherine: It can hardly hurt you in SLYTHERIN HOUSE!
“Ah, you keep many ssecretsss, nestling. You have not even told your nest-matesss that you have accepted your gift. Perhaps it isss time to tell them that asss well. They already know and do not care, but you do not give them the benefit of learning that you no longer mind either.” The snake eyed her from one side, turning his head. “I think that you need to tell them about it and of your unease with your false friendss.
Guardian’s Song: As if she HASN’T been bitching about them to everyone within ten miles?!
Your nest-matesss will understand.”
{snip, she walks out of the room}
Once more, the unicorn portrait drew her attention as she approached.
Saladin humphed, if snakes were even capable of doing such a thing. “You should really be more open about your sexuality! No, Roy, that’s ROSE Potter. But it IS nice to see you again - *WARPS OUT OF DIMENSION* giftss.
I do not think that the otherss in your nest would care either.”
Holly walked by the picture. “Open? I don’t think that--”
She froze as the portrait unexpected swung back, almost hitting her in the face as it went. Green eyes simply goggled at first at the back of my throat *swallows* the picture, not noticing the snicker-like whiney,
Rutherford: So the portrait didn’t notice the snicker-like whiny girl? I can buy that.
and then at the new hallway that had been revealed.
She felt that Saladin summed it up nicely.
“Well, that iss unexpected.”
AN: There is not a lot of Tom in this chapter.
Katherine: Thank you, author, we could have NEVER noticed that on our own.
In fact, he is only mentioned in passing,
Rutherford: Yeah, we could have never figured that out on our own…
but I couldn’t really think of a way to involve him.
Also, I have wanted to introduce the passageway for quite a while, and I have tried to build up to it. I am not sure how well I did. Oh, and we get to meet Holly's little friend, her right hand. *runs* Saladin the serpent.
Guardian’s Song: Pity Roy ran… I was just about to tell him that Blaise and Draco already filled that role.
He will make various appearances throughout the story, but he will mostly be in the background, just like Hedwig. Bonus points to those that can guess where his name comes from.
Guadian’s Song: He was a sultan who… well, I don’t remember much other than fighting his forces in Age of Empires II.
…*Googles* Ah, he’s the one who united the Muslims against the Crusaders. *nods*
…*IRATE* Slytherins against the EVUUUUUL Gryffindors, right?! *SCREAMS*
To everyone who reviewed: Thanks
Chapter Twenty: The Author Is A Hack, True or False?
Guardian’s Song: TRUE! *puts away permanent marker*
…At last…
OVER TO YOU, LADY DAS MERVIN! :DDDDDD
Percival Dumbledore: *staggers out of the sporking room, his sanity barely intact* No more prepubescent incest, hooray! 8D …NOW can we go after the author?
Katherine “Kendra” Dumbledore: No, dear. And I believe you still have to, ahem, reclaim mastery of your wand. *suggestive smirk*
Harry “Harold Rutherford” James Potter: ARRRRRRRRRGH! *runs to go play with the Dumbledore children*
Guardian’s Song: And so we close on that happy note… On to Veritas, THAT BLOODY FIC I’M WRITING, and homework. *walks off*
Guardian’s Song:
NOT ENOUGH?! NOT ENOUGH?!
YOUUUUUUUUUUUU FUCKIIIIIIIIING LITTLE BITCH!
GO SHOVE THE SWORD OF GRYFFINDOR UP WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE!!!
…*SHAKES WITH RAGE* Oh, that little BITCH. THAT LITTLE BITCH.
…*comforts self with images of Holly being fed to the basilisk* BASILISKY! 8DDDDDD
…Mugglesssssss…
Even Blaise and Draco’s declaration that they wanted her to work on her telepathy
Katherine: *mentally* Because she couldn’t piss without her friends encouraging her all the way.
“Fisher”: *blinks* Dear…
Katherine: It’s true.
and that she was going to practice on them
Guardian’s Song: What LOYAL little minions! Voldemort couldn’t have better!
could not brighten her mood, though she did work out a schedule of when they could train on the days they weren’t working on Defence… knowing these bastards, probably Defense [Against Defense Against the Dark Arts].
She didn’t really feel like talking about it with Blaise or Draco, who COMMA! as conciliatory as they were, could never really understand her position. Well, unless they were also stabbed in the back.
Guardian’s Song: *sneers* How about’cha talk about it with Ron, then, bitch? Or Hermione?
As for Tom, she didn’t want to take advantage of him even more.
Rutherford: She only feels human towards… the teenage Voldemort? …Well, they say birds of a feather flock together…
She had already used him as her personal venting source, dumping all of her emotional rubbish on him.
Guardian’s Song: In my fic, I have vowed not to make Forecrux!Tom my Girl!Harry’s Always Sympathetic Telepathic Animal Companion. I intend to hold to that.
Besides, he had enough problems as it was. He was fifty years out of his own time and trapped in a closet? :D *runs out before he can be recaptured* diary to boot.
Rutherford: *facepalm* …She only feels sympathy with the Dark Lord. *FACEPALMFACEPALMFACEPALM*
Further, Holly didn’t feel like waiting to tell her other friends, who she would have to explain the situation to anyway, and she didn’t want to write a letter to them either.
Guardian’s Song: This falls under the category of “Can’t Help Those Who Won’t Help Themselves”.
All of this basically left the dark-haired girl with one choice.
Katherine: Throwing herself to the basilisk?
Who better to know what it was to be distrusted and misunderstood than one of the most distrusted and misunderstood creatures in existence?
Guardian’s Song: You mean Ronald Weasley?
Unbeknownst to Blaise and the rest of her friends, Holly had continued her practice with Serpensortia. She repeatedly conjured the serpent she had spoken to earlier, one which she had originally thought was a coral snake due to its banding. She was attempting to reconcile her ability with herself, a thing that Blaise would definitely approve of had Holly actually told him.
Guardian’s Song:
In fact, her ability to speak to serpents did not make me nearly as uneasy as her obvious instincts for cruelty, secrecy, and domination…
The snake, in turn, seemed happy to be called forth. He was fascinated with the idea of a human who could speak Parseltongue snake language. That kind of thing didn’t happen everyday.
So after her short visit to Hermione, Holly returned to her room, waving off Draco and Blaise’s concerns and telling them that she simply wished to be left alone. She walked up the hallway to her dorm, passing the painting of Ben Gryffindor prancing amongst the unicorns, much to his lover Gareth Slytherin’s unease. The girl eyed it as she went by; the portrait always seemed to draw her attention when she passed, no matter how distracted she was at the time. The image of a masculine-looking man merrily twirling amongst the unicorns as a blond, more androgynous-looking man in the background acquired a bad case of facial spasms had that effect on one.
Entering her room, Holly shut the door behind her. She plopped on her bed, not even bothering to shut her curtains as she was the only second-year girl currently at Hogwarts, WTF?! and her roommates knew about her Parseltongue anyway. Nor did she close the diary, which was still open from last night when she had told Tom about the Gryffindors.
Releasing her wand from its holster, a birthday gift from Draco,
“Fisher”: *clutches face and moans*
she concentrated.
“Serpensortia.”
And the beautiful coral snake gracefully landed on her covers.
Guardian’s Song: You know those things are poisonous, right? The colors aren’t for show!
He searched around for her, turning this way and that. “Greetingss, nestling.”
Guardian’s Song: No words for how much I hate the “nestling” thing. No words.
Surely, it would get translated as “child” into English? Methinks Parseltongue is more a meanings-expressed-as-words-to-human-minds thing than a cipher for English. Otherwise, Arabic Parseltongues would be rather screwed, and don’t get me started on cross-regional language barriers… (There seems to be a bit of a congential accent [the Brazilian snake at the zoo says “Thankssssssss, amigo”], but it’s more like an accent than an entirely different language.)
“Hello, Saladin,” she responded back, picking the serpent up.
He coiled around her wrist.
Tom, who had been listening in via his open diary, started. He had known Holly was a Parselmouth due to the fact that he had overheard her before. However, somebody was keeping secrets,
Guardian’s Song: How so?
but it wasn’t like he could criticise her for that. He was guilty of it himself, and his secret was decidedly more… dangerous.
Guardian’s Song: *smirks* She’ll FOWGIVE HIM, though.
No, I’m serious. She DOES. *facepalm*
The wizard quietly listened in, remaining silent, not that it was hard to do as he couldn’t actually speak.
{snip for Holly bawling to a snake}
“They wouldn’t understand,” she admitted slowly. “They don’t know what it is like to be hated for something that is clearly not my fault, but you do.”
“Yess, I know what it isss like to be distrusted without reason. Most humanss hate my kind, and we have done nothing to them.”
*Ariana barges in from the canon timeline* CRY ME A BLOODY RIVER, BITCH! You haven’t been in PAIN - haven’t nearly died from your own freakishness - you have FWENDS - and freedom - and control over your own life - and you’ve never lived in fear, have you, NO YOU HAVEN’T - BLAST YOU, EIEEEENGARGH JUST DIE! *ATTACKS IN A RAGE*
Guardian’s Song: Have I mentioned that I love Ariana Dumbledore? :D *dodges massive explosion* Holly bitches like Ariana, but she can’t walk the walk. |P Although the idea of Holly being beaten to a pulp for mind-raping everyone in sight is an unfortunately satisfying one… Not that she’d learn…
“That is true,” Holly allowed. “But I am not like that.”
“No, you are not, but you do worry what otherss would do if they knew of your ssnake-gift,” the serpent accused gently.
She exhaled. “That’s also true. Draco, Blaise, and the others don’t even know that I actually use it.”
Katherine: It can hardly hurt you in SLYTHERIN HOUSE!
“Ah, you keep many ssecretsss, nestling. You have not even told your nest-matesss that you have accepted your gift. Perhaps it isss time to tell them that asss well. They already know and do not care, but you do not give them the benefit of learning that you no longer mind either.” The snake eyed her from one side, turning his head. “I think that you need to tell them about it and of your unease with your false friendss.
Guardian’s Song: As if she HASN’T been bitching about them to everyone within ten miles?!
Your nest-matesss will understand.”
{snip, she walks out of the room}
Once more, the unicorn portrait drew her attention as she approached.
Saladin humphed, if snakes were even capable of doing such a thing. “You should really be more open about your sexuality! No, Roy, that’s ROSE Potter. But it IS nice to see you again - *WARPS OUT OF DIMENSION* giftss.
I do not think that the otherss in your nest would care either.”
Holly walked by the picture. “Open? I don’t think that--”
She froze as the portrait unexpected swung back, almost hitting her in the face as it went. Green eyes simply goggled at first at the back of my throat *swallows* the picture, not noticing the snicker-like whiney,
Rutherford: So the portrait didn’t notice the snicker-like whiny girl? I can buy that.
and then at the new hallway that had been revealed.
She felt that Saladin summed it up nicely.
“Well, that iss unexpected.”
AN: There is not a lot of Tom in this chapter.
Katherine: Thank you, author, we could have NEVER noticed that on our own.
In fact, he is only mentioned in passing,
Rutherford: Yeah, we could have never figured that out on our own…
but I couldn’t really think of a way to involve him.
Also, I have wanted to introduce the passageway for quite a while, and I have tried to build up to it. I am not sure how well I did. Oh, and we get to meet Holly's little friend, her right hand. *runs* Saladin the serpent.
Guardian’s Song: Pity Roy ran… I was just about to tell him that Blaise and Draco already filled that role.
He will make various appearances throughout the story, but he will mostly be in the background, just like Hedwig. Bonus points to those that can guess where his name comes from.
Guadian’s Song: He was a sultan who… well, I don’t remember much other than fighting his forces in Age of Empires II.
…*Googles* Ah, he’s the one who united the Muslims against the Crusaders. *nods*
…*IRATE* Slytherins against the EVUUUUUL Gryffindors, right?! *SCREAMS*
To everyone who reviewed: Thanks
Chapter Twenty: The Author Is A Hack, True or False?
Guardian’s Song: TRUE! *puts away permanent marker*
…At last…
OVER TO YOU, LADY DAS MERVIN! :DDDDDD
Percival Dumbledore: *staggers out of the sporking room, his sanity barely intact* No more prepubescent incest, hooray! 8D …NOW can we go after the author?
Katherine “Kendra” Dumbledore: No, dear. And I believe you still have to, ahem, reclaim mastery of your wand. *suggestive smirk*
Harry “Harold Rutherford” James Potter: ARRRRRRRRRGH! *runs to go play with the Dumbledore children*
Guardian’s Song: And so we close on that happy note… On to Veritas, THAT BLOODY FIC I’M WRITING, and homework. *walks off*