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Title: Vile Violent Vacations 24/30
Author: hells_half_acre 
Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Genre: Gen
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, spoilers for Supernatural until 5x10.
Disclaimer:  This is a transformative work of fiction for entertainment purposes only.
AN: Sequel to Damned Demented Demons and Bobby and Hermione - An Epistolary Fic . Updates every Wednesday (PST).

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Summary: In which we see what Harry and Ron were up to while the Winchesters were at Malfoy's.

*Earlier*

Harry watched as Azkaban slowly emerged from the mist of the North Sea. The Dementors that were once so many were now regulated to a perimeter loop only. It was part of the post-war reforms, which tried to make Wizarding society more humane – even to criminals. While Harry could see the point of those who argued that the former Death Eaters locked away in Azkaban deserved Dementors if not more, whenever he had to come out here for interrogations he was always thankful that the reforms had won out in the end.

Now, instead of Dementors suppressing magic-use through depression (a method that was far from foolproof, as Sirius had thankfully discovered), they administered a potion thrice yearly to all inmates, which suppressed their ability to use magic completely. Sure, their wands had been confiscated or destroyed, depending on their sentences, but a wizard’s ability to use wandless magic should never be underestimated.

Ron’s hair stood out as oddly too colourful for the drab prison. Harry knew Ron hated visiting Azkaban just as much as he did. Usually, they sent other Aurors, ones more skilled in interrogation – but the interrogators always told Harry that their methods were much more effective when Harry Potter was standing in the room. His presence made even the more skilled Occlumancers nervous, and sometimes gave the interrogators the edge they needed to get the information.

They started with an interview of the prison guards – wizards now, not Dementors. They fell under the command of the Auror department, but had their own separate protocols and command structure. They met with the higher-ups, and then the head guard of each floor. None reported any suspicious activity. The prisoners who were usually well behaved had been well behaved, the prisoners who were usually disruptive had been disruptive. No one seemed particularly more pleased than usual lately nor had they been surlier.

Once the guards had been interviewed, they moved on to the actual prisoners. Harry and Ron used separate rooms and interrogated different prisoners at the same time – in an effort to cut down the amount of time they would have to spend on the island. Also, if they interviewed the prisoners separately, for the most part, they could divvy them up so that they weren’t interviewing a prisoner that they had a particular history with. Mostly all Death Eaters made a point to sneer at Harry – but for the most part, he had never been in direct duel with anyone he interviewed. It was likewise for Ron, who tended to be react more emotionally than Harry to begin with.

By noon, Harry’s skin was beginning to crawl, and he took a short break between interrogations to have a sandwich. He hoped Ron was having better luck than he was. So far, everyone Harry had interviewed had been just as antagonistic as ever, but none of them had seemed to be hiding anything – nor could any of them name anyone on the outside that might be trying to get revenge against so-called blood traitors.

Harry idly scanned through the list of prisoners still left to interrogate. If Ron was running at the same pace Harry had been, then next up were the Carrows. Harry would take Alecto, and Ron would take Amycus. Harry wasn’t sure which of them would have an easier time of it.

Just as Harry was banishing the sandwich crumbs so as to look professional, the room was filled with a blaring alarm and all the guards snapped to attention with horrified expressions on their faces. There was only one reason for an alarm to sound at Azkaban.

“Harry,” Ron’s voice spoke from the mirror in Harry’s pocket. Harry took it out and flipped it open, and before he could ask anything, Ron continued. “Level D. Cell 259. Now.”

As Harry flipped the mirror shut and ran out the door, he saw all the guards reach for their own pockets as the head of Azkaban sent the orders to secure the island over their communication devices – a prisoner was loose, possibly disguised.

Harry made it to Level D in less than 30 seconds. As he rounded the corner towards Cell 259, he could hear Ron’s voice echoing off through the corridor.

“I want reports of the prisoner’s day to day activities for the past year, a list of any and all visitors, a list of the guard schedule for this floor for the same amount of time. I want to interview all guards assigned to this floor. I want to know about every single bloody breath that’s been taken in this corridor and I want to know about it yesterday.”

There was a scrambling of footsteps and the captain of the guard scrambled past Harry with his subordinate in tow, both ashen faced and both blanching even further when they caught Harry’s eye. He ignored them, and didn’t stop running until he reached Ron, who was standing in an open cell.

“Who is it? How-" Harry started to ask, but Ron cut him off.

“Take a look for yourself,” Ron said, stepping out of the doorway. Inside the cell, there was an unconscious guard.

“Is he-"

“They’re fine, just knocked out” Ron said. Harry noticed the other unconscious guard shoved hastily into a corner. And then Harry saw it: At the end of the bed, in a far corner, was a pile of blood, skin, and goo, all soaking into the recognizable cloth of a prisoner’s uniform.

“Oh, god,” Harry said. “That is disgusting, what the bloody hell happened-"

Ron actually huffed a little laugh, and Harry tried to figure out what was so amusing about someone being reduced to gooey sludge.

“The thing is,” Ron said. “We don’t use video-cameras, do we? So, like they said – the only way we could be able to tell one is if we have animals or find where they’ve shed their skin.”

Harry’s eyes shot back to the pile of human sludge in the corner, realizing, that maybe it wasn’t so human after all.

“Are you telling me-" Harry started, but cut himself off as two more guards arrived at the cell door, reporting that they were sent to follow any and all orders from Harry and Ron. Harry glanced at the cell, which for its meagre contents was in quite the state of disarray.

“Inventory every single thing in here,” Harry ordered. “I want to know how the bloody hell a shifter got into Azkaban.”

“Yes, sir,” the guards replied. Then a question of equal, if not more import rushed to the forefront of Harry’s mind.

“Whose cell is this, Ron?” Harry asked. Ron looked vaguely sick, and Harry suddenly got the impression it had nothing to do with the puddle of skin in the corner.

“Amycus Carrow.”

*

The good news was that Alecto was still safely behind bars. Harry had ordered her to be interrogated, before leaving to help search for the shapeshifter. Ron watched as the guards sifted through the contents of the Amycus’ cell, once their unconscious comrades had been carted away to the infirmary. He could see the guards visibly trying not to gag whenever they had to go near the pile of fleshy slop in the corner. Ron waited in the hall, inspecting each item they came out with and writing it on an inventory after inspecting it.

He’d recorded the bed linens, pillow, toothbrush, and two Muggle history books about the Middle Ages from the prison library, when one of the guards dropped yet another library book in front of him. Ron glanced at it before returning to his inventory list, where he was half way through writing the title of the previous book, and then he hand stilled before his brain had even caught up with what he had seen.

Slowly, Ron looked back at the third book. It was black hardcover, and that in and of itself was nothing to be concerned about. It had the nice little label on the side that indicated it was from the prison library. The cover, however, had a very unique design on it. One that Ron had seen before – on Monday, while the Winchesters had been conducting their training session.

“Merlin’s goat...he wouldn’t...” Ron breathed.

“Sir?” One of the guards spoke up.

“What is this book doing in the library?” Ron asked.

“Can’t say that I know, sir, I’m not a librarian,” the guard answered. “Most of what’s there has been donated over the years.”

“And is there no censor?” Ron asked. “No control over dangerous materials? This book should not be in the prison library...it’s a book on witchcraft for Merlin’s sake!”

Ron watched as the guard glanced down at the book, and raising an eyebrow at Ron like maybe Ron was insane.

“Well, like I said, not exactly my job...” the guard said. “But, I mean, it’s just muggle nonsense, isn’t it? It’s not real magic.”

Ron felt like hexing him, he really did, but it’d be unprofessional.

“Muggle witchcraft is magic too, you daft-" Ron cut himself off, picked up the book, and handed his clipboard inventory at the guard. “I have to go see Harry, you finish this up.”

“Yes, sir,” the guard said, looking suitably nervous.

“Wait, sir!” the second guard spoke up from inside the cell. “You might want to see this before you go.”

Ron quickly poked his head in the room, and his eyes landed on the last thing he wanted to see. The guard had moved the mattress off the bed, and there - drawn onto the stone floor in dried blood - was a very strange pattern of lines and markings. Ron recognized it too, though, from a completely different part of the Winchester’s training session.

“Oh fuck us,” Ron said. “It’s a summoning.”

The mirror in his pocket suddenly flashed hot, and Ron brought it out and flipped it open, watching Harry’s face swim into focus.

“Harry-" Ron started.

“We’ve got it,” Harry said. “Meet me in the courtyard.”

“I’ll be right there,” Ron said. “I’ve got a few questions of my own.”

He snapped the mirror shut and addressed the guards.

“Stand guard, and don’t touch anything else. I’ll be back.”

*

“If you cooperate, tell us everything we want to know, then will let you go free, understand?” Harry offered the man standing in front of him, just as Ron walked into the courtyard. Prison guards stood at every exit, and Harry had both his team of Auror interrogators and the head prison guard behind him. In front of him, held by the arms on both sides by guards, was a man in a guard uniform – only, he wasn’t really a man. The small missing skin from his hand verified the fact that he was a shapeshifter.

The shifter laughed bitterly, and shook his head, but Harry had a feeling that the shifter at least wanted to believe him, and hopefully that was good enough.

“How’d you get here?” Harry decided to start small.

“Goddamn demon bitch brought me here. Tricked me,” the shifter said.

“A demon? How long ago? What happened?” Harry fired back.

“Few months, it was,” the shifter said. “The bitch tells me she can bring me to a place where I’ll get three square meals, sleep above ground in a nice bed, not be treated like a freak. Knew it was too good to be true, but I was drunk – had Hunters on my tail after I-“ the shifter cut himself off, and then started again with a smirk, “anyway, that don’t matter. I took her up on it. She tells me all I have to do is look like this ugly looking bloke, so I do. Didn’t say anything about it being a fuckin’ prison. No, nothing about that. Still, better than I had before, and better than getting shot through by those bastards who’re lookin’ for me. So I stayed. Did as I was told.”

“I know how you work,” Harry said. “When you change, you can hear their thoughts, can’t you? What’s Amycus planning?”

“I ain’t him anymore, am I?” the shifter sneered, “how should I know.”

“You were him for months,” Harry countered. “Something must have filtered through. You tell me, or I’ll run you through with silver right now.”

“Does it have anything to do with this,” Ron suddenly asked from Harry’s side, holding out a black book for the Shifter to see, “or was this some light reading on your part?”

“I’m not that stupid,” the shifter said. “Demon already tricked me once – I’m not about to sell my bloody soul to the foul thing.”

“But Amycus Carrow – you’ve read his mind, he’s pretty stupid, isn’t he?” Harry hedged.

“Bloody imbecile,” the shifter replied. “I was actually sort of glad when I realized the jig was up and I had to get going – sick and tired of that moron’s stream of consciousness.”

“Smart enough to escape prison though, and put you in his place,” Ron said, and Harry raised an eyebrow at the fact that it actually sounded like Ron was defending a Carrow.

“That was the demon,” the shifter said. “Sold his soul, didn’t he? Idiot. She’s the one that thought up how it’d work. He didn’t want anyone to know he was gone, see. Figured once you knew, Harry Potter would catch him in no time – have the whole world under your thumb, don’t you Mr. Potter? So, she brings me in, and brings him out. And that’s her bit done. Then all he has to do is wait for that stupid potion to wear off so that he can use magic again, course, the bugger is impatient – so he goes ahead and uses demonic stuff out of the books he read to get a little revenge while he waits for the main event.”

“And what’s the main event? What’s so important that he has to sell his soul?” Harry asked.

“Destroy you, of course,” the shifter smiled, as though Amycus wasn’t the only idiot they were discussing. “Most of the people I’ve met in here would love to succeed where the Dark Lord failed – or just get their revenge on you. Destroy you. Leave you with nothing, like you’ve left them.”

“They did it to themselves,” Harry said on reflex.

“How’s he going to destroy Harry?” Ron asked.

“Same way, you bastards are planning to kill me – he’ll go for the heart,” the shifter rolled his eyes. “Though, in your case, I think he means it poetically.”

Harry felt the blood chill in his veins.

“He’s going to go after my family?” Harry asked.

“I’ve told you everything I know,” the shifter said. “Now let me go.”

Harry surged forward and grabbed the shifter by the shirt.

“IS HE GOING TO GO AFTER MY FAMILY?!” Harry yelled.

“It would destroy you, wouldn’t it?” the shifter smiled. Suddenly the shifter twisted, and Harry and the two guards who had been holding the shifter were left with handfuls of clothing that was slowly melting into fleshy goo, while a half-formed man made up of shifting musculature sprinted across the court yard, dodging hexes, and then dove over a low stone wall and plunged into the North Sea.

The guards and Harry all quickly dropped the remnants of the shifters body, stepping back and muttering cleaning charms on their hands.

“Damn it!” Harry said. “He shifted the damn clothes too – why didn’t we think of that.”

“Poor bastard,” Ron said. “Even if he manages to steal one of our boats, the Dementors will get him.”

“I’ll feel sorry for the Shifter later, Ron,” Harry said. “Right now I think I have more important things to think about, like for instance, how long do we have before the magic-suppressing potion wears off of Amycus? And how the hell does he think he’s going to get near me or my family?”

“Sir,” the head of the prison said, looking pale, “the prisoners are made to drink the potion the first of January, April, and September. Assuming the prisoner was present for the September dosage, the potion should be wearing off...um...any day now.”

Harry made sure to breathe. He counted to eight, because he felt it was a nice looking number to count to. He decided to give Ron his orders first, though, judging by the way Ron was already flipping open his mirror, he probably knew what was coming.

“Ron, I’m going home to my family. Order the Auror’s accordingly,” He said evenly, then he turned to the head of the prison. “I want a full inquiry. I want Muggle witchcraft books removed from the library. I expect a full report of new security measures on my desk by Monday. I want you to lift the anti-apparation jinx in one minute for approximately one minute.”

Ron opened his communicator to send a message to all teams and the head office, as the head of the prison started muttering under his breath and moving his wand carefully in the air.

“Code Harry,” Ron said. “I’ll be issuing further orders in-“

“Ron,” Harry suddenly said, interrupting. “Get Sam and Dean too. Send them to my house.”

“-I’ll be issuing further orders in fifteen minutes.” Ron finished, after he gave Harry a nod. “Where are they?”

“Malfoy’s,” Harry said. “If they’re not there, then they’re on the road, and you’ll have to find them by broom.”

“Right, I better hope I catch them then,” Ron said.

“The anti-apparation charm has been lifted, Sir,” the head of the prison said. “You have approximately one minute.”

“See you soon, Harry,” Ron said. “Give Ginny and the kids my love.”

Harry nodded, and they both turned – twisting through space towards different destinations.

*

Ron arrived just outside the gates of Malfoy Manor, a rush of relief flooded him upon seeing the huge black American car parked neatly outside. He put his hand on the wrought iron gate – solid. Well, it’s not like he expected any different. Malfoy couldn’t set foot on Ron’s property either. Ron peered onto the property, and spotted Dean and Sam standing at the coach house doors with Malfoy and his wife, and a man in a trench coat that could only be the angel Castiel. Harry had told Ron this morning on the long boat trip to Azkaban just how unnerving it had been to have an angel over for breakfast.

“Dean! Sam!” Ron called out, and watched as their heads swivelled towards him. He beckoned them over and they came, Malfoy walking sedately behind, and the angel – the angel appeared right beside Ron and looking at him intently.

“Melin...” Ron muttered, looking sideways at the angel as the Winchesters reached him, passing through the gate like it was so much smoke.

“Castiel,” the angel replied.

“Uh, right, sorry,” Ron said.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked, him and Sam coming to a stop and looking at him in concern.

“We’ve got a problem,” Ron said, and held out the book, knowing that Dean would recognize it right away.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dean said.

“Who had it?” Sam asked. “Were they the ones who put the runes up?”

Ron’s eyes slide over to behind, Sam and Dean. Malfoy was just now reaching them.

“Malfoy,” Ron greeted, trying to be polite.

“Weasley,” Malfoy replied, the look of uncomfortable wariness on his face that he had worn since the war.

“Ron,” Sam said, breaking the awkward silence, but looking between Ron and Malfoy with a frown. “Was the person who had this book responsible for the runes? Did you catch them? Draco probably has a right to know too, if this is a confidentiality issue or something...”

Ron frowned at that. Not because Sam didn’t have a point. There was a confidentiality issue, but if Malfoy was a target – or could possibly be a target, he probably had a right to know who was coming for him. That being said, the slimy git might just help Carrow in the hopes of saving his own skin...but, then again, Harry always insisted that Malfoy had learned his lesson.

“I um, suppose Sam’s right,” Ron said, and turned to Malfoy. “This isn’t to leave this...pavement, um, gateway...but, there’s been an escape from Azkaban.”

“Who?” Malfoy asked, noticeably paling further, as though that were possible.

“Amycus Carrow,” Ron said.

“How?” Malfoy asked.

“With this,” Ron held up the book again. “It’s Muggle witchcraft. It appears as though he used it to summon a demon, in order to make a deal for his freedom. The magic suppressing potion in Azkaban doesn’t work on demon-magic. Apparently, we wrongfully assumed no self-respecting wizard would stoop to such disgusting measures.”

Castiel reached over and took the book from Ron’s hands. Ron was a bit startled, but Sam gave him a smile and shrug, which basically told him that the angel was not known for being overly polite.

“And he...was here, at my house?” Malfoy asked. “He carved those things into my wall. He’s out to get revenge on me for betraying the Dar- um, Voldemort?”

“Yes,” Ron said, “well, no...that was just, well, we’re not sure. According to our source, it was something to do while he waited.”

“Waited for what?” Dean asked.

“The prisoners are given a potion three times a year,” Ron explained. “It suppresses all magical abilities for four and a half months. Apparently, he didn’t want to attack his real target until he was at full strength. This...demonic rune plan, it was just something to pass the time with – to get revenge on blood-traitors as well.”

“Who or what is his intended target then?” Malfoy asked.

“Three guesses,” Ron sighed, “and it’s not me or Hermione.”

Malfoy nodded. After the well publicized threats shouted at Harry during the war trails, this really wasn’t a surprise for any of them. The only surprise was the method with which Carrow was going about it.

Sam and Dean were looking back and forth between them, obviously missing information. Ron would have to debrief them once they were back at Harry’s.

“It’s the children you need to protect,” Malfoy said. “He’ll go after Harry’s children first.”

“How do you-"

“It’s what he always used to tell us in class, when he made us...practice,” Malfoy explained, looking vaguely sick. “When he made us practice on the younger students, he’d tell us that it was to ‘get over our stupid morals, because in the art of...in the art of torture, there’s no better way to break someone than to use their children.’”

“Who the hell was this guy?” Dean asked, now looking as sick as Malfoy.

“I’ll um, tell you later, okay?” Ron said, “He’s no one good, as you’ve probably picked up by now.” Wanting, for some odd reason, to put Malfoy at ease, Ron focused his attention back on the pale blonde. “Harry’s already gone to round up Ginny and the kids, and keep them safe at home. Like I said, I don’t think Carrow has any interest in you anymore, but just in case, maybe you and your family should enjoy a nice weekend on the grounds of the Manor. I’ll, um, I’ll let you know as soon as we catch him. And if you see or hear anything – you know how to get in touch with us.”

Malfoy nodded, then turned slightly to look back at the coach house, where Astoria stood with Scorpius on her hip, watching from a distance in concern. Malfoy waved, and Scorpius happily waved back, but Astoria did not look comforted.

“Come on, Sam, Dean...uh, Castiel,” Ron said, “Harry wants you back at his place.”

“Right,” Dean said. “You can tell us more on the way.” He pulled out his car keys and moved towards the Impala. “Uh, take care, Drake.”

“You too,” Malfoy replied, and Ron never thought he’d see the day that Malfoy actually let someone get away with calling him a nickname without even making a face at it.

“Tell Astoria we’re sorry for not being able to come in for that tea after all,” Sam said. “And tell Scorpius...um, bye for me?”

“I will,” Malfoy replied. Sam smiled and both Winchesters got into the Impala.

“Castiel?” Ron asked, the angel only then looking up from the witchcraft book he was still flipping through. “Do you want to travel back to Harry’s by portkey or on your own?”

In response, there was a brief flicker of a shadow behind the angel, and then he was gone.

“Ok,” Ron said, at least taking comfort in the fact that Malfoy looked as uncomfortable as Ron felt. “Um, see you, Malfoy.”

“Weasley,” Malfoy said, giving Ron a nod.

With that, Ron touched his wand to the bonnet of Dean’s car, vaguely hearing Dean exclaim something through the glass.

Portus,” Ron said, placing his other hand flat on the cold steel, and leaving Draco Malfoy standing outside his enchanted gates alone.

*
Chapter 25

Comments

( 47 comments — Leave a comment )
redrikki
Nov. 3rd, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)
Ah, is anyone going to check on Teddy? I mean, it's not like the guy's never broken into Hogwarts before.
hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 06:39 pm (UTC)
Hahaha...try not to jump too far ahead ;)
trystan830
Nov. 3rd, 2010 06:05 pm (UTC)
oh very awesome!!

did you name the black muggle magic book and i missed it? or should i just guess it's the Necronomicon? hee.
hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 06:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I didn't name it on purpose (it's never been established just how many books LIKE the Necronomicon exist in the Supernatural-verse...or the HP-verse for that matter)...but yes, it's safe to assume it's the Necronomicon or something amazingly similar.
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hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 06:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks!

And yeah...Dean isn't going to be too happy about that... ;)
lelaro
Nov. 3rd, 2010 06:45 pm (UTC)
somehow i doubt that what dean shouted was complimentary. someone's going to take care of teddy right? also did the dementor's get the shifter?
hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC)
Nah, it probably wasn't complimentary...

As for the shifter - well, we may never know...

Teddy has the power of awesomeness to protect him! (don't worry, we'll get to him) ;)
marlowe78
Nov. 3rd, 2010 08:21 pm (UTC)
Oh NOES!

I actually have no clue who this guy is (his name is pretty cool, though), but he sounds nasty!

And uh... torture-lectures? I think I need to read HP again, huh? Or maybe there are summaries somewhere :-D

Will we get some more Winchesters at Hogawarts? I mean, Teddy must be protected too.
Ah, probably a call to Hagrid and Mrs Gonnaghal (?) is enough for him. Or maybe not? du-du-du-duuuuuuuhm....

Good chapter, brought forth the action, which is always a plus for me. Happily waiting for next week!

hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC)
You can look him up on the Harry Potter wiki. He's from the 7th book. ;)

But, you know, you could also read the book again! It might be fun!

Dun dun duuuun, indeed ;)

The next few chapters are full of action - so much so, that I'm really worried you guys are going to get confused about what is actually going on. I don't think I'm that great at writing action :P

Conversations seem to be more my thing.

Anyway, glad you liked it!
lethiaw77
Nov. 3rd, 2010 08:27 pm (UTC)
OMG...Dean is go gonna kick Ron's ass!!!! LOL!!!! And oh YAY drama :) Not to dismiss anything, but is Ron even gonna call Hermione and put her on alert????
hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 10:13 pm (UTC)
It's a good thing for Ron that there are more pressing matters to attend to ;)

Ron will check in with Hermione at the beginning of next chapter. Hermione got to be a BAMF in DDD, which means, sadly, that she's hardly in this story - I just can't juggle that many characters at once. :P

Glad you enjoyed the chapter!
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sinesofinsanity.dreamwidth.org
Nov. 3rd, 2010 08:40 pm (UTC)
Yay long update!!

Excellent chapter and definitely an interesting look at the shifter. Being a muggle supernatural thing he wouldn't have any idea what Azkaban or Dementors were. I'd feel bad for him, but he must have done something nasty to attract the attention of the Hunters who were chasing him.

Harry's walking into a trap isn't he? Someone will at some point in this story. That's my WMG (wild mass guess as tv tropes calls it)
hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 10:16 pm (UTC)
Yeah...the shifter might deserve what's coming to him.

Thanks for liking the long update! Man, I struggle sometimes to get these chapters up to 4,000 words...it's nice to have it appreciated!

Someone will at some point in this story.

Hmmm....perhaps! ;)
franztastisch
Nov. 3rd, 2010 10:15 pm (UTC)
EXCITING. And UNEXPECTED. Yey! I love twists and turns! (And Sam and Scorpius :P)

OMG *makes grabby hands for more*
hells_half_acre
Nov. 3rd, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
:D

I will work on getting you more RIGHT AWAY - however, you still won't see it until next week...sorry :P

I'm glad you liked it!
erroneously111
Nov. 3rd, 2010 11:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the update - it's all slotting into place (impressive planning), and the way Carrow is described is really well done, because it seriously creeps me out.
hells_half_acre
Nov. 4th, 2010 12:45 am (UTC)
Thanks!

Carrow creeps me out too. They barely spend any time on the Carrows in HP7, but if you stop and think about them...they are seriously messed up and creepy people.

Did I mention before that I love your icon? Because I do :)
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shadwrayvn
Nov. 4th, 2010 12:56 am (UTC)
You... this.. my god there are no words to express how much I love this story! I'm literally sitting @ the edge of my seat waiting for the next chapter! *huggles* You're one of my fav authors ever!
hells_half_acre
Nov. 4th, 2010 02:37 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks! *hugs*

I hope you like next chapter too! Sorry for making you wait for it :) Don't fall off your chair! ;)
shidechule
Nov. 4th, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
great chapter! surprising. id never imagined it was carrow, but then again, he would be one of the only death eaters to stoop so low as to sell their souls, the rest of them are too arrogant for that.
cant wait for next wednesday!
hells_half_acre
Nov. 4th, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm happy you liked it! I did some research before I decided on Carrow, and yeah...the others were all far too arrogant. :P
calamityjim
Nov. 4th, 2010 07:35 am (UTC)
I am always so excited when I see this story update. Makes me all giddy inside.
hells_half_acre
Nov. 4th, 2010 05:31 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm always excited to share an update. :)
isadorathegreat
Nov. 4th, 2010 04:36 pm (UTC)
Dude - I was totally right on the money with the magic book thing, yes!! Also, the Carrows, I completely forgot about who they were until you mentioned the lectures. They were the ones that ran Hogwarts during year 7, right?

I'm glad to see the plot is steaming full speed ahead and am now slightly anxious about Teddy after reading everyone's comments. Thanks for posting and see you next Wednesday!
hells_half_acre
Nov. 4th, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
They were two professors at Hogwarts, yes. (Dark Arts and Muggle Studies...which turned into torturing and hate-class). They were also in charge of discipline at Hogwarts, so although Snape tried to assign detentions with Hagrid for those who misbehaved (the DA), he was supposed to be assigning all detentions to be served with the Carrows.

I'm glad you liked it! I'm looking foward to next Wednesday because that's when it gets REALLY good :P
msninacat
Nov. 6th, 2010 09:04 am (UTC)
Oh, wow. That was amazing. You've got like layers of things going on and they are all neatly tied together. Color me impressed! And poor Ron. Dean probably thinks you're gonna scratch the paint. ;D
hells_half_acre
Nov. 6th, 2010 07:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Unlike DDD, I did plan this out a little more from the beginning...though, when you see my actual outline you might laugh.

Thanks for reading :)
lizzy384
Nov. 25th, 2010 12:37 pm (UTC)
So there are the chapters I love because they are so cute and funny and then there are ones like this one that are brilliant because of the clever, creative plot developments and the suspense ;-)

While I suspected that a surviving Death Eater was somehow going to be behind the attacks, I certainly didn’t see the twist you added coming! Such an imaginative way to meld the two worlds together, not only bringing in demons but one of the other wonderfully disgusting supernatural beings that we love to hate! I think the shapeshifters are one of favourite heebie-jeebies from the Supernatural world.

I’ve always loved the way the wizarding world is a strange mix of old and new. In some ways their magic gives them an edge over the muggle world, yet in others, like their lack of magical equivalents for muggle technology (like video cameras) they lag behind. Then you throw in a bit of arrogance about muggle beliefs (like muggle magic) and you end up with one hell of a shit-storm!

Ron was magnificent in his Auror mode at Azkaban – Harry was too, but it’s like we expect that of Harry, we know he’s a great leader. But this chapter just reinforced why Ron is such an extraordinary 2IC and how well they work as a team. Oh, and Harry’s reflection on Ron’s hair was a colourful (hee-hee) way to illustrate the prison’s depressive nature ;-)

You captured Harry’s fear brilliantly – great line when he decided to count to eight “because he felt it was a nice looking number to count to”. The tension was palpable. I know Harry’s immediate thoughts have gone to Ginny and the kids and then Dean and Sam, but why do I have this horrid feeling that Amycus is going to go after Teddy?! Seems like a double-whammy – to not just go for Harry’s heart, but also put an extra kick in the graves of Lupin and Tonks. Here’s hoping that if Harry doesn’t think of Teddy, either Dean or Sam remind him!

Great job with the awkward interaction between Draco and Ron – I reckon even if Draco and Harry could come to a kind of tentative friendship based on mutual respect, there’s just too much family history (even if no one actually remembers the source of the feud!) for Draco and Ron to ever get along. Hats off to Draco for saying Voldemort’s name – with everything he put Draco through, it’s another indication of how he’s trying to move beyond the boy he was. His insight into Amycus’ next target really highlights that evil is not as simple as what you are (wizard, muggle, angel, vampire etc).

On a lighter note, amusing little interaction between Ron and Castiel: “Merlin” “Castiel” “Uh, right, sorry” ;-) And loved Ron turning the Impala into a portkey – I can only imagine the colourful language that spilled from Dean’s mouth!
hells_half_acre
Nov. 25th, 2010 06:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad this chapter went over so well. I really wanted to show Ron in full auror mode, mainly because no one really thinks of him that way - but in terms of being a war-legend, he'd be right up there with Harry, and I think he'd eventually develop the commanding presence that went along with that.

In some ways their magic gives them an edge over the muggle world, yet in others, like their lack of magical equivalents for muggle technology (like video cameras) they lag behind.

I was re-reading Deathly Hallows the other day (in preparation for seeing the movie), and it talked about Harry lighting the oil lamps in Ron's sitting room with a wave of his wand...and I found myself thinking: well, it's cool that he can turn the lights on with a wave of his wand, but their OIL lamps?! Really? They must burn through a lot of oil...

I'm sure between the 4 adults, SOMEONE will think of Teddy ;) Again, really happy that Harry's fear came across well.

Also, yes, Ron and Draco will never really be friends, nor can they be strangers...the most they can do is try to not contribute to the feud, and decide to give the next generation a chance to grow up without it. I think they're both trying to do that (some more than others).

Thanks for reading :)
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