Bab 71: Bonus Chapter: You’ll Be Taking Me There
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(A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to his excellency the Emperor Palpatine, may his order be executed.)
November ended and the last month of the year brought with it a wave of a cold and snow the likes of which their French guests have never seen before, Durmstrang's people found it nice and pleasant.
Warming charms were cast, enchantments provided and the ill-prepared students from Beauxbatons given coats and cloaks to keep them alive through the Scottish winter. How could anyone come to Britain without so much as a scarf was anyone's guess, but Magnus believed it had to do with the abnormal frog consumption.
He wouldn't voice this opinion, obviously. Or a certain fiery overgrown bird lady who's very much tougher than she ought to be would have a not so pleasant conversation with him.
'I might tell her anyway, the face she'd make…' He repressed a snicker, not wanting to further disturb the other students in the corridor.
The Sirius in him told him to do, the more reasonable part McGonagall cultivated in him wished to avoid dancing to her flaming tune.
He was coming back from a nice chat with the older Scottish witch, one that involved generous amounts of the best coffee in the world (As far as he was concerned.) and some pastries while they talked about the intricacies of elemental transfiguration and their defensive capabilities.
Or in a single word, heaven.
His Newts results wouldn't come back until the end of the year, unless he started throwing his name around to get things smoothened up, but that would require telling his father (And of course, the rest of his family.) about it which was something he'd rather avoid for the moment.
'I haven't even told them I passed my owls, if I tell them about my newts they'll have a heart attack…it isn't thatimportant anyways.' He reasoned, wincing at the mere thought of him trying to tell them he had essentially finished his regular wizarding education and would soon pursue a mastery.
It wasn't the time for this either, there were more urgent things he had to take care of.
The Horcruxes, for one; Magnus got rid of the locket and diary by use of Albus-I-Make-Martyrs-Dumbledore, he is keeping Helga Hufflepuff's cup in Grimmauld. But there was still the ring, the snake, the enchanted diadem and the martyr mentioned above, and they won't hunt themselves alone.
His work trying to find a counter for the least creative spell of all time came close second, now that he had at least somecontrol over Fiendfyre giving him one of the strongest offenses known to wizardkind.
Then came the problems with the muggle beast, and the seemingly unstoppable force of technological progress that might just ruin the Statue of Secrecy if someone didn't strike first.
And of course, the trickiest problem of them all, the only one he had absolutely no idea of how he could ever solve it, if it was even possible.
A silvery haired, blue eyed, sometimes fire throwing problem with a smile he would gladly die for, and who was currently sitting next to his friends in the great hall.
'Damn, they are giggling.'
Fleur looked at him, somehow always knowing when he entered a room, and offered him a smile that did nothing to stop the feeling of utter dread in his heart.
The Witch crossed the distance quickly, with a grace only she could muster, the thought put a smile on his lips.
"Bonjours, are you done staring?" She asked, chuckling when he felt his face warm up, she gave him a grin full of mischief and Magnus knew he was in for a wild ride.
"No, but I might as well finish later." He shrugged.
The Ravenclaw knew better than to deny it, the last time he did she nearly ate him whole, or at least it felt like it. There weren't that many ways to describe hours of relentless teasing, done so sweetly he couldn't help but suffer through it.
The Veela seemed to like his answer, but you could never really tell with the opposite gender, by experience he knew she might as well be thinking about whatever sweets she'll be having today.
'I should bring her some next time.' He noted.
"Bold, that's good, but I think I like the cute Magnus a bit more." She said, and he did his utmost to ignore the implications.
He needed to keep his cognitive capabilities, after all.
"Learned anything interesting?" He asked, nodding at his two lady friends who wore silly smiles.
"Yes, no, maybe…I'll tell you later." Fleur's smile was beautifully evil, he didn't whether he liked or feared it.
'Liar, you know you love it.' An insidious voice said deep within, and for once he found himself agreeing with it.
"Later when?" He asked before she could notice just how much he wanted to keep seeing this smile.
"Maybe in the ball, you'll be taking me of course." She said matter of factly, though her cheeks were a bit red. "I am in need of a date, and you're taking too much time to ask me, I got tired of waiting."
"…Okay." He managed to say clearly, but wasn't nearly good enough to keep a huge smile off his face.
Her own smile mirrored his, though he doubted he could smile nearly as prettily. She schooled her features too soon for his liking, but he followed her lead all the same, people were already having their fill of gossip for the day.
"Good, that's good." She sighed, lips twitching in a way that had no business being so enticing. "I'll be wearing silver."
And she left, chin high with a grace that was only hers.
"Noted." He said, dragging himself to the Ravenclaw table, one look at his giggling friends was enough to break his composure, and the huge smile was in force.
'So that's why they were smiling.' He thought, not even bothering to look like he listened to whatever nonsense they were saying.
Who could blame him? He had a long day, and his mind was too busy thinking about blue eyes and silvery hairs.
'Thank god I learned how to dance.'
Still, some practice is a must, Minerva would be more than happy to help him out…she'll also probably threaten Fleur not to break his heart too, but whatever.
…
In a dark room, deep within the bowels of the castle, Many a cloaked figure could be seen waiting for something that might just ruin their lives if the outside world learned about it.
Some of them came in groups, those were chattering among themselves, others were lone wolves in search of some obscure knowledge.
Some were large, others small, but all of them had one thing in common; they came here to see one, highly excitable person.
"Welcome to the Top D's War Room! Here, you will learn how to become a true alpha male; you'll be riding firebolts, pulling hoes by the dozen and if you're really good, pimping them for a quick buck thanks to all those Soyboys out there." Dobby appeared, bald head shining even though it was dark, his sunglasses gave off a sense of danger and mystery.
The people listened in rapt attention, mesmerized by his mismatched brightly colored clothing and outstandingly articulate speech.
"If you came here, I'm not gonna lie to you, you're probably a second rate males." He raised his bony hand, subtly showing off an expensive looking gold watch he asked Harry Potter's Scary Friend to transfigure. (He bribed him with chocolate cakes.) "Pathetic, attractive and dirt poor, fully dependent on your parents for money."
He paused, for an instant.
"You are Dracos." He spoke with utter contempt, and they all looked down in shame.
"But you came here, you made the effort to join the War Room, and that means something." Dobby said to his cultists, "It means that unlike all those Dracos out there, you are willing to change your ways, reject the weakness of modernity and return to the grind set!"
"This is a long journey, but the destination is worth it, believe me." He nodded sagely, "I'll be taking you there, until you all become true chads…until you become Magnuses."
That day, a legend was born.
_______________ Author Note__________________
Hey guys! It's Uncle Sheo!
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