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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80944 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

A/N: Apologies for the late update. hope you enjoy it. Chapter 37 is the beginning of the Prank War. I have Ideas for it but I welcome any and all prank Ideas. Spoiler Alert- Recommend reading Chapter of Unlikely Heroes: Fallen Feathers, Mirrored Scales. *waves*

Chapter 37– Prank War Plotting

Viktor managed to make it back to the Durmstrang ship, Thor's Hammer without being noticed by their Headmaster Karkaroff. He made his way to his cabin, which he shared with George, he like the headmaster had his own cabin and instead of a berth he had a old-fashioned four-poster bed that was securely fastened to the floor.

However he paused, knocking on the door of Nikolay Tymoshenko better known as Kolya and Kazamir Ivanovski whom they called Vanya's cabin. He knocked on the door.

The gruff response was Russian of course. Despite being a school on coast of Durmsøy, on an unplottable island just north of mainland Finnmark, Norway. There is a Wizarding community called Durmsøy that grew outside the walls of the castle, similar to the nearby Wizarding village of Hogsmeade.

Unlike their Hogwarts counterparts who would call the weather cold, the Durmstrangers were warmer then they were normally used to at the time of year. It wasn't as bitterly cold, nor was it as dark, for in the winter sometimes they didn't see the sun for days do to being so near the Arctic Circle. Some counted their blessings at the honour of being chosen as a candidate for their Institute's Champion. Though they were no doubt jealous that hadn't been chosen by the Goblet of Fire however they were just as fiercely proud of their champion as Hogwarts or Beauxbatons were of theirs.

"Yes?" the two fellow seventh years looked up.

Viktor smirked, "Meeting in my room. Ten minutes." Vanya was a companion from childhood well since first year of course but to a eighteen year old a six plus year companionship was long.

"Of course Viktor." Vanya nodded, "Anything I should tell them?"

Viktor chuckled; he was more relaxed amoung his own then strangers, "Bring an open mind and all their cunning." Being a Chuvash, he was essentially part dragon and therefore had more than a little cunning.

"As you wish Viktor." Vanya said rising from his work.

Viktor headed to his cabin, whistling.

Before he reached the cabin the door was opened.

Viktor felt a wave of desire but suppressed it, he smirked and lifted George's chin kissing him.

The slim but muscular red headed submissive nearly choked on a moan. His arms coming up to wrap around his neck

Viktor reluctantly broke the kiss, "I'm gone little over an hour and you miss me that badly?" softly hissing in Parseltongue.

George flushed, "Of course I'd miss you…" hissing back.

Viktor chuckled, "I'm glad of that."

George muttered, "I'd be a poor submissive if I didn't miss you."

Between Quidditch and his studies Viktor had never before counted the lonely hours until he was away from George. He sniffed, running his hands over George to be sure he was safe and healthy, that nothing had happened while he was away. He cursed himself for rushing out and failing to cast proper protections on his mate. His formidable father would take him to task for it.

George could faintly smell the scents of many persons both familiar and foreign, even that of his own twin. Fred's scent was stronger, as if he'd actually embraced Viktor. He growled slightly.

Viktor chuckled, pinching the back on George's neck. "None of that draga. If I hadn't been interested in anyone before you, what makes you think I'd be sexually attracted to another since I've made you mine?"

George swallowed, rubbing himself against Viktor, half apologetic, half needing to put his scent on his mate.

"Much better." Viktor said ruffling his hair, "Now that the potion's worn off and I look like myself we can talk." He pulled the bag out of his pocket and removing the shrinking charm. He handed it to George, "I trust you to know what these are and how to use them."

George opened the bag and found it full to bursting with Wheezes products; he was surprised, "Where did you get these?"

"Bought them off your brother."

George was perplexed, "Why?"

"Oh just something about a prank war to torment that rotten Headmaster you've got with pure chaos. All four Houses agreed to it. That's why Fred snuck me into the castle. The Slytherins asked for the Beauxbatons and us to help. Thought we'd come up with some good ones since we've received a more diversified education."

George dumped the bag out on their bed, he blushed thinking about the sex they'd had in it. How Viktor had comforted him after the disgusting words Dumbledore and Ron had described their relationship. He swallowed, pushing the thoughts away as he looked through what Fred had sent, "Hm…snowstorm in a bottle, nose-biting tea cups, mysterious Moonlight madness, Weasley's weather in a bottle, Weasley's wet weather, Portable swamp, Tiny twister Midnight." He laughed, "Fred you devil!"

Viktor wasn't expecting that reaction, "What?"

"He sent me more Polyjuice, my potion for canary creams, a demon box, and Wild fire Whiz-bangs."

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Viktor said quickly. "What else did he give me draga?"

"Vials of quick silver and Bodimun essence." George smirked. "I guess he expects me to finish those decoy detonators. This is You-No-Poo. We haven't field tested it yet."

"Quicksilver and Bodimun essence? That's like a bomb. What's you no poo?"

George chuckled, "A sweet that makes you practically live in the loo."

Viktor snorted, "Do give that to your illustrious Headmaster."

A smile flickered across George's face, "Here and I was planning on slipping puking pastilles into his morning croissant."

The rest of the Durmstrang students had filed into the room by now. .

"George this is Nikolay, we call him Kolya and you've flown with Ivanovski he's called Vanya. Vanya's girl, Ekateirna Petrova, better known as Katya. The Headmaster's nephew, Vlasii Poliakoff, he likes to be called Vasya. His roommate, Kjell Lindberg." Viktor blinked, "Zeki? I didn't expect to see you."

"As the Headmaster's aide I had to see if I needed to inform him about your activities."

Viktor sighed, "That would be no fun." He muttered in Russian. "I thought we could join in the chaos. Hogwarts had revolted against their Headmaster. It's been urged on by some individuals such as Malfoy and Fred."

Zeki Mahmet uly Şahin- the son of the Iraqi ambassador who severed Igor Karkaroff's aide was thoughtful. "They've declared a rebellion?"

Viktor smirked, "The Four Houses have United perhaps for the first time in at least a hundred years. They are using the perfectly Legal Prank War to cause as much chaos as they can. They've asked if we would like to participate. They believe that despite our relatively small numbers that our superior education will be an asset. We also have my mate's detailed knowledge of the castle, the inhabitants' habits, as well as his inventions."

George picked up his snowstorm in a bottle, "Any of you know a charm to extend a spell?" changing his mind and taking the second one as well.

There was collective laughter.

Vanya nodded, "Of course."

"Good. I need someone to make sure these end up broken and extended. I want one in front of the Greenhouses and the other in front of the castle. I'd lock Hagrid in his cabin but then no one could take care of Beauxbatons' Abraxans."

Another voice spoke, "Enrich Pappenhausen." Bowing slightly, "I can handle it."

"The nose –biting teacups. I think we should use a powerful switching charms to trade those for Dumbledore's." George sighed, "It would be best if they looked like his tea cups though." He smirked, "Oh Dobby!"

There was a pop and Harry's loyal house elf Apparated into Viktor's crowded cabin. "Master George be wanting Dobby?

"What do Dumbledore's teacups look like?"

Dobby held his hand up and a sort of mirage appeared hovering over his hand. "Look like this why?"

George spun his wand in his hand before aiming it at the nose-biting teacups and altering their appearance. He whistled when the entire lot of them matched the hazing two-dimensional image floating over the house elf's hand. "Now comes the problem of getting them into his Tower."

Dobby laughed, "That be easy for a house elf." He waved his hand; the teacups vanished and then reappeared. "Done. These Dumbledore's teacups."

George flicked his wand, the portal snapped open. He glared that the teacups, they flew out of the cabin upon reaching the open air they shattered. "Slip veritaserum to my brother will you?" he stared at the Wheezes on the bed, "Whizbanges at one in the morning. The decoys going off at three. Mysterious Moonlight Madness at breakfast. The tornado in Dumble's office." He snickered, "a portable swamp in the Headmaster's tower. If only I had dogbogs…"

Zeki shook his head, "When Hogwarts wants chaos you deliver."

George growled, "That man has done nothing but torment my family. He encouraged my aunt to trap my father into a bonding. Used love potions and memory charms on my dad. Twice kidnapped my papa. Kidnapped my four brothers and myself. He mentally assaulted my brother in person, attempted to wipe the memory of his lover and best friend as well as murder his child. Trust me when I say I have no respect for the man."

"He tried to kill an Auror last night." Viktor said tightly.

There were hisses of shock.

"He had another falsely imprisoned."

"Draga, peace."

George took a calming breath.

"What else do you want?"

"As much mayhem as we can produce."

Katya walked to the open portal and muttered a charm.

The twelve boys blinked and the Whomping Willow was gone.

George stared, "What did you do?"

"Transplanted it." Katya laughed.

"Where is it?" Viktor asked worried.

"I'll put it back."

"There's a secret passage to Hogsmeade open now."

Katya waved her wand.

A large twin needle pine tree appeared over the spot left by the missing Whomping willow.

George kissed her cheek, "You're brilliant! They'll be shocked."

Katya blushed, "It's nothing. I'm studying Herbology. I'm planning to be a tree healer. Sometimes one has to transplant a tree to properly treat it."

"I've got a nasty hex." Vanya offered.

"What is?" George was interested.

"It's called the Somnambulist Curse." He smirked, "Trust me it's nasty. It makes you sleepwalk but only if you're fully human. It doesn't work on those with magical creature inheritances."

"How long does it work?" George was interested having never heard of it.

"About three nights. It only works if you're asleep." Vanya shrugged.

George pointed out Ravenclaw Tower, "Can you cast it so it affects anyone living in that tower?" he liked Luna but he disliked most Ravenclaws. Namely, Davies and Clearwater.

"Sure." Vanya muttered a spell and the Tower glowed once. "Done."

"Sleepwalking Eagles that will be interesting." George said rubbing his hands together. "Erich be a gentleman and make it snow."

"If Master George be wanting something in the Headmaster's Office I can throw it there." Dobby offered.

George tossed him the Tiny twister Midnight, the demon box and the Portable swamp. "The clear bottle toss in his office. It will give him a tornado. The Demon Box needs to be under his bed." He whispered a charm; "It will open itself at midnight. Throw the brown bottle on his bed. I hope he likes sleeping in a swamp."

"Why not conjure a lot of snakes? We can make them non-poisonous. I was thinking boas and hypnotizing cobras. " Viktor added.

"Do it. We can ask Peeves to drop them on the Grand Staircase. I also need him to set off the Mysterious Moonlight Madness at breakfast."

Viktor conjured the snakes, they would only last an hour. He ordered them not to hurt students, they could hypnotize them or restrain them but they were not to hurt them.

"Time?" Vasya cast his equivalent of the tempus, "just before nine."

George chuckled. "This will be sweet. Fred better give me this memory so we can all enjoy it." as he set about to call Peeves.

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