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Chapter List
- 1-Castor
- 2-Pollux
- 3-Gemini
- 4-Polaris
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~*Polaris*~
( A brief side story to Midsummer's Night )

Part 2: Pollux
Author: Chibi Ron Weasley
Rating:
Memorandum: Let's see what I can type up before I go to play lazer tag.
P.S. Lets make it simple and just say that I dont own any Hp characters.
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~*Polaris - Part 2: Pollux*~

Bill awoke the next morning in his apartment face down in a pile of Captain Crunch on his bathroom floor, and was greeted with the remenants of a full fledged hang over. He groaned, rubbing his eyes to try and rid the floating green dots from his vision.

"Uhh...What the heck was I doing last night..." Dragging his battered form up from the floor, he held himself up on the sink, staring at his horrid reflection in the mirror. He gingerly felt his swollen, slightly discolored eye, and the unpleasant scene from yesterday popped back into his mind. He groaned loudly.

"That guy totally nailed me. What was I saying...Good gods, I must have been so plastered..." he muttered, completely disgraced with himself. A piss drunk Bill Weasley is a bad Bill Weasley, who normally disgraced his reputation, so he was always afraid to hear what he had done the next day. Bill was normally a highly respected fellow, and was extremely intelligent to boot. The only problem was... he got drunk once and a while, and that declares all the respectable Bill qualities moot for a couple hours.

"I've got to stop this...urrrg. I still cannot believe...I did that," he groaned, hoping to God that noone who saw knew him. He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. It was all good...no matter. And he would never have to see that guy again. "Ok. We are going to pretend that that never happened...guuurg..." Dizziness reclaiming him, he slunk back to the floor.

Not so much as five seconds later, his pants pocket began beeping wildly. It was his work pager, and he was too lazy and sick to reach across the floor to grab it.

Eventually Steve-O popped onto the screen. "Dude, what are you doing?"

Bill stared sideways across the floor at his friend. "I think...I think I gotta barf."

Steve-O turned away as his friend bowed to the porcelain goddess. "Overdid yourself again, eh? You said you were going to stop doin that..."

"Yeah, I know," Bill said, wiping his mouth.

"Well, toss your cookies later man, and look what time it is."

Bill blinked for a few seconds, then glanced up at the clock, which took another few seconds to come into focus. It read 9:57 AM.

"Shit."

Steve-O nodded. "Yeah. Better hurry, man." The picture blinked out instantly. Bill stood up clumsily, crashing his hip into the side of the sink, cursing randomly. It was now 9:58 AM. He needed to get dressed, he needed to wash up, he needed to...There was no time for it all. It was already 9:59 AM. Bill pulled on some random pants from the hallway, throwing his work robes over it all in hopes that no one would notice, doused himself in aftershave to cover up the booze scent, and grabbed a handfull of floo powder as he ran hurredly down the hallway. "Gringotts!" he yelled, tossing it into the flames. They turned a brilliant green, and he dove into them, vanishing instantly.

*****

Sheryl clicked up to the vault on her ridiculously high heels and stared impatiently at her watch. "9:59 AM. Where is that good for nothing..." She paced back and forth for a moment, then turned toward the wizard who was standing awkwardly by the door, a look of polite unease on his face. "I'm sorry..." she said exasperatedly to him," We've been having a little trouble with this one lately, but rest assured, he'll be here soon..." and she added under her breath, "He'd BETTER be here if he knows whats good for him, the punk ass....I swear if he makes us look bad today..."

KERBLAM!!

Sheryl spun on her heel and stared at the fireplace, which had emitted the loud sparking sound. There was a second wave of quick green sparks, and the fireplace expelled the form of a slightly charred wizard, who flew across the slippery floor tiles and crashed into a shelf.

Sheryl covered her face with her hands. "Noooo..."

Bill staggered to his feet, desperately trying to conceal his hangover. "Supriiiiise!"

Sheryl groaned and checked her watch. It was exactly 10AM. "Good morning, William," she ground out with biting sarcasm. Bill dusted himself off and cleared his throat as he stood before her. "You're on time. Now I would like to introduce you to the Auror from the Ministry that you will be working with today." She took a step backwards. "This is Thomas Malloy."

Bill held out his hand. "Nice to meet you--"

The other wizard did not offer his hand, nor did he say a word. He just stared, his mouth hanging open slightly as if in shock.

Bill stared back at him, and the irony of the situation hit him a few moments later as his brain realized what his eyes were seeing. His numb mind could only form three words, and those were: Oh...HELL...No.

Thomas Malloy, Auror from the Ministry of Magic, was the guy he had hit on in the bar yesterday.

Bill stood, his hand frozen in the greeting position, his mouth also hanging open, speechless.

Sheryl stared from Thomas, to Bill, then back to Tom again, an annoyed expression on her face. "Um, ok, ...well, that went well." She turned and started off towards the door. "If you have any trouble, Mr. Malloy, please feel free to contact me."

Bill took a step towards her. "Sheryl, no way...I--"

"If you'll both excuse me, I have another affair to attend to, and you are both competant enough to get right to work, so good luck to you! Cheerio." And she shut the door behind her, leaving the two in awkward silence, Bill in mid sentance, his hand still outstretched to where she had been standing.

Slowly, very slowly, he felt his eye twitch as he rotated his head around to face Tom. "Uhhhhhhh.........................hmm. Well, this is awkward."

Thomas stared back at him, expressionless. "Let's get this over with." Bill could not read the tone in his voice as he strode over to the vault door.

"Uh...right." Bill made his way slowly to the door, and cleared his throat. "This particular vault can only have it's door opened by a goblin."

Thomas glared back stonily, his arms crossed.

"Uh...yeah." Bill shot him an annoyed glance before he called a goblin over. Outstretching its long finger, it ran it down the front of the door, unlocking the various locks behind it. Bill took hold of the door, staring downward. He waited until the goblin left, but did not open the door. He took a deep breath, breaking the curse on the outer part of the door, but continued to stand there and hold it shut.

Tom stood staring for about a minute before he impatiently inquired, "What are we waiting for?"

Bill glared back at him. It wasn't a very nice glare either. Gods...out of all the people...out of ALL the people in the world, Bill had to get stuck with HIM. The one guy he really didn't feel like seeing right now, and he was about to expose his humiliation to him.

Bill breathed deeply again. "You know what's in here, right?"

"A boggart," Thomas answered, cocking an eyebrow at Bill.

"Urr...yeah." Bill mutter Tom Tom noticed that a blush was beginning to creep onto his face. "Alright. I'm going to open it on the count of three...but...but you have to promise not to laugh."

Tom now looked politely bewildered. "Ok..."

"Alright then...I can't believe I'm actually doing this..." Bill muttered reluctantly. Gulping down his pride, he slowly counted to three. And opened the door.

"PLAY!!!"

"Tinky Winky find NEW FRIEND!!!"

The color drained from Bill's face as four giant Telletubbies bounded from the vault, their arms outstretched and smiles on their big stupid faces. "PLAY!!!" they repeated.

"NOOOOOO!!!" Bill shrieked in terror as he numbly stumbled backward away from the smiling Telletubbies. He continued to retch out agonized screams as La La crushed him lovingly to her fuzzy bosom. "LOVE!!"

Thomas could not believe what he was seeing. This tough punk looking guy was screaming bloody murder on the floor as he was being hugged on all sides by gigantic multi colored creatured.

"NOOOO!! MAKE THEM STOP!!!!" he screamed as the green one petted his ponytail.

Thomas bit his lip and pinched himself in the side to keep himself from bursting into laughter. "R...RIDDICULUS!" he managed to yell. He lifted his wand and the telletubbies vanished, leaving Bill cowering and whining in a ball on the floor. It was only when Tom had collapsed on the floor laughing uncontrollably that Bill opened his eyes. Noticing he was no longer surrounded by fat baby-like creatures, he sat up quickly and glared at Tom, his face hot with embarassment. "It's not funny."

Tom rose slowly to a half standing position, one hand supporting his weight on the edge of a table, the other holding his side. "N...no. Of course it's not." He wiped a tear away from his eye, and upon seeing the serious expression on Bill's face, snorted and erupted with poorly concealed giggles.

Bill got angrily to his feet. "I told them...I TOLD them I wanted to do it alone! But NOOOOOO..." he scowled over at Thomas, who was now politely covering his mouth with his hand. "Guess we're even now, Girlie-man."

"I guess we are, Mr. Children's show complex."

Bill turned a menacing glare on him. "Don't start with me, or you'll regret it, you wuss." Bill turned back to the now empty vault, squinting at it. His hang over had still not passed completely. "Dammit, if these two doors would stop spinning in circles, I could check if anything else is in there...."

Thomas looked concerned, pointing out that there was only one door, and it most certainly was not spinning.

"Don't get smart with me, Girlie-man," Bill mumbled, stupidly trying to cram the two door images together with his hands, "I know what I'm doin, I'm a professional."

"Why don't I just check." Tom strode past Bill and peeked into the vault. "It appears to now be cleared."

"Stop try'ing to show me up at my job, " Bill grumbled, stumblng up to the door unsteadily, and accidentally crashed into Tom.

"Ow! You stood on my foot!" Tom yelped, "Just hold on, you still appear to be drunk from last night...I...ah..ah, AH!!" Tom looked up just in time to see that the door was shutting on them. "The door stop!! You knocked it out of place!"

"Huh...?" Bill stared blankly.

"Put it back, PUT IT BACK!!!" Tom yelled, panicked.

BOOM. The large metal door shut, and the lock clicked as it sealed them inside the vault in complete darkness.

"Oh. That door stop." Bill said stupidly.

Tom shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "Lumos," he muttered calmly, then pointed his wand at Bill and said "Soberus."

Bill blinked, suddenly feeling 110% more coherent. "Hey...I feel alot better now." He glanced over at Tom. He was glaring back with a not very happy look on his face.

"Good job. You've accomplished to shut us up in the vault."

".....WHAT!?" Bill said, a sudden note of panick present in his voice. Tom waved his hand as to show Bill where they were now sitting. "Fuck. FUCK!!" Bill cursed, kicking the now useless door stop across the cold stone floor. He stood up and began beating on the back of the door. "Hey...HEY!!! SOMEBODY HELP!! We're stuck in here!! HELP!!"

"I don't think anybody is going to come for a while..."

"HELP!! OPEN THE DOOR!!"

"The outside door can only be opened by a goblin's touch, am I correct?"

"SOMEBODY, GOBLIN, ANYBODY...."

"Sheryl said somebody would only be coming back around 5 to open the vault for a customer."

Bill stopped shouting for a moment to frown. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!! I'M LOCKED IN HERE!! AND I'M STUCK IN HERE WITH SOME GUY THAT LOOKS LIKE A GIRL WITH A PESSIMISTIC ATTITUDE TOO!!"

Tom sighed depressingly. "I'm only thinking rationally."

"Oh, ye, a little faith, Mr. Know-it-all," Bill spat frustratedly.

Tom glanced at him. "The only thing that you're going to accomplish by savegely beating the door is to earn yourself a nicely bruised pair of hands. They will go nicely with that bruised eye of yours."

At this Bill shut up immediately, unable to think of a response, he plopped down mutely and bad tempered on the cold floor, holding his throbbing hands.

Tom's violet eyes shined intelligently through the darkness. "the walls in the vaults of Gringotts are amazingly thick, and the interiors are guarded with spells of all variations..." Tom decided to go for the 'Gee, I only work here," comment, "..... I doubt anyone would be able to hear us, even if they were right outside the vault."

Bill didn't even look back at him as he talked. He stared smugly at the wall. "Goody. A prick AND a know-it-all! These are going to be a funfilled six hours!"

Tom flushed bright red. "Fine. If that's how you're going to be, then so be it." He turned, abashed, and faced the opposite wall.

*****

The next couple of hours didn't go by so nicely. Most of it was uncomfortable silence, the two sitting at opposite walls in darkness, Thomas's illuminated wand lying on the floor between them. Every once and a while Thomas would comment that Bill reeked of booze and after shave and that it was irritating his nose, and Bill would tell him to go piss up a flag pole. What an incredibly loving atmospere. But it had been at least an hour and a half since they'd said so much as that.

Bill, getting slightly bored with counting the cracks in the stone wall, glanced slyly over his shoulder. It looked like Tom was starting to nod off. Grinning maliciously, Bill turned back around and picked up a loose chunk of stone that had apparently fallen from the wall at some point, and tossed it blindly over his shoulder. It clunked hollowly ont the floor behind him. Bill frowned, picked up another chunk, tossing it over his shoulder, and grinning as he heard it hit pay dirt.

Bill waited, half expecting to hear cursing or see something come flying back at him. But nothing happened. "Hey, what gives? Did I kill you or something?"

"No," Thomas replied, though he didn't sound angry, which suprised Bill greatly, "Please don't throw things at me."

Something else came flying out of the darkness and he moved his head just in time and it sailed past him. "Stop this..." he repeated in a strained but calm voice.

Ok. That was it. Bill turned around smugly. "You're an Auror, aren't you?" he spat, suddenlt sounding very aggitated, "Why don't you do something?"

Thomas sat there still facing the wall with his back toward Bill. "I don't participate in unnessecary violence."

Bill snorted. "You, you showed me that at the bar..."

Thomas was silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry...I'm ashamed that I lost my temper then...you are the first person that had pushed me that far..."

Bill just stared.

"I'm sorry if you're still sore about that incident, but there's no point in getting revenge for it now, how professional would it look if we were both found in here covered in bruises?

Bill stared open mouthed at the other man's back. How could he be speaking so politely to a man who had just been chucking big heavy stone chunks at his head for no better reason than target practice? He had a calm yet melencholy tone in his voice as he spoke with Bill that almost made him feel sorry for the guy. It made him feel bad for harassing him...but at the same time it just fuled his desire to torment him more. As a matter of fact, it was really pissing him off. Why the hell wouldn't this guy respond!?

"You make me sick!" Bill shouted suddenly.

"E...Excuse me?"

Bill was suddenly filled with anger, although he didn't really know why. Why did he want to torment this guy so much? Did he even have a legitimate reason anymore? "Why the hell are you so goddamn polite!?" Tom yelped as Bill walked across the room and whacked him across the back of the head with his wand. "Why don't you goddamn do something? Defend yourself! You call yourself an Auror!? How the hell did someone like you get the position of Auror? What's wrong with the Ministry!? AND WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME!!?" Bill reached down, grabbed Tom by the back of his collar, choking him slightly and pulled him violently to a standing position.

Tom coughed softly as Bill let him go and stood fuming behind him. "Why don't you face me when I'm talking to you like a real man!?"

Very slowly, Tom turned around. Bill blinked and stared into those gorgeous violet eyes again, only this time they were covered by round glasses. The feeble light from the wand on the floor was still able to shine through them though, reflecting in his eyes, and intensifying the extremely forlorn expression that was in them, and suddenly, as Bill gazed into them, he felt as though a razor edged knife had been plunged through his heart.

"Why are you doing this?" Thomas said softly. His voice sounded so distant and sad that it made Bill's spirit sink. "I can sense that you're a good person...so why?"

Bill was speechless. All he could do was stare at the extremely somber features on the beautiful boy. All of a sudden, he noticed that there was a trickle of blood running down Tom's cheek behind his glasses. The fact hit him that it was undoubtably he who had caused it, by hitting him in the face with the stone. For some reason, he felt terrible. Worse than if he would have commited a crime. It might as well be a crime to let that brash red stain the porcelain of that beautiful skin. He looked up from the blood back into the violet eyes.

"I...I'm sorry." Mutely, Bill dug into his robe pockets and pulled out what appeared to be a band aide, gave it to Thomas, and slunk silently back into the darkness.

Tom stood still for a moment, then glanced down at the band aide that he held in his hand. It was neon yellow and had a smiling little panda face on it. Tom glanced back up into the darkness that Bill had moved into and smiled gently.

~*End of Part 2*~

I know I know....Bill Weasley acts alot like Ranma Saotome, eh? *snort* Heh heh. Well, we all know how much I love Ranma.
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