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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80942 -:- 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.

Chapter 41- Round two?

The problem with completely cancelling first lessons of the day is that during a Prank War students will run around setting up pranks.

The Grand Staircase was full of multi-colour balls that were something like a cross between a Bludger and a Quaffle. There were enough of them to make not touching one was an impossibility, the consequences of touching one was that they all had a geminio duplication charm.

The castle had definitely accepted Luna’s gift of blood, it had become even more maze like then usual. The other staircases periodically became slides, the trick steps moved, the secret passage entrances seemed to have changed places, walls were doors and doors were walls. Even the classrooms seemed to be not quite where one left them. If there were balls on the Grand Staircase’s stairs, there was an entwined amount of conjured snakes on the landings. The snakes were harmless but rather annoying when they entwined round one and you practically rolled down the stairs wrapped up in a snake.

Hallways were greased.

Peeves popped up randomly blowing a dust-like substance and making it pitch black.

XoooooX

Once she’d returned to the Ravenclaw Tower Luna had sweet-talked all of her Housemates who had personal owls to pilfer all of the Muggle alarm clocks in Hogwarts from the Muggleborns and Muggle-raised students. The Ravenclaws had already donated theirs to the ‘cause’. Those who were extremely heavy sleepers had begged their roommates to wake them in time for breakfast.

XoooooX

Professor Sprout was less then amused at the Snowstorm blocking the greenhouses.

Fred was laughing…it had to be George…

“Weasley!”

Fred gave her his best innocent face, “What professor? I swear on Godric’s sword I never left the castle until I followed you to class.”

The dumpy woman was shaking with annoyance, “I know you had something to do with this.”

Fred bowed, “I’ll admit the creation was my idea. Bottling a snowstorm was brilliant. However I am merely the idea man. It was George who made it. My twin is a veritable genius.”

“If you had a hand in its creation you end it right now.”

Fred couldn’t resist a snicker, “My apologies professor but my brother Forge was far too cleaver to make something that could be ended just with finite incantium. I suspect he managed to extend its life. Since I haven’t any idea what spell he used being in a veritable seclusion with the Durmstrang students I doubt I would be much help.”

Professor Sprout threw up her hands, “I want a four foot essay on a dangerous plant of your choice. It’s due next class. For those of you who think you’ve got time for pranks you’ll be sorely disappointed. You can thank the Weasley twins for this assignment.”

XoooooX

The students who were spending a free period in the library were at first annoyed with the familiar cackling and raspberries of Peeves.

Then came the loud rush of wind and the panicked, infuriated scream of Madam Pince.

“MY BOOKS!”

A small tornado, whirlwind had started right in front of her desk and not even her vast knowledge of spells could cancel it.

It grew snatching books, scrolls, scraps of parchment, inkpots, quills, school bags, school ties, and shoes. Anything smaller then Dennis Creevey was soon roaring in the whirlwind. Sixth and Seventh Year girls ran holding onto their hair and screeching. While most of the boys were stunned into silence…

Who should be in the library studying?

Lee Jordan, he was more then content to watch and take copious mental notes.

“YOU! Jordan! You did this! I’ll turn you over to Flitch!”

Lee shook his head, “I had nothing to do with this. I’ll even take veritaserum. I was just here to study quietly for my NEWTS. Peeves. I bet he found a way to torment you. Everyone knows how protective you are about the your books. Can’t you hear Peeves? It sounds like he’s in the heart of that whirlwind.”

Madam Pince let out an exasperated sigh, “Peeves! Leave my precious books alone!”

The loud familiar voice was distorted, “NOTHING DOING! Peeves be having fun. Oh Peeves is king of all he sees. All praise the great and might Peeves!

XoooooX

Lee wasn’t lying when he said he hadn’t set up the prank. He did know what caused it, a Weasley Wizard Wheeze product. He wasn’t sure at the moment whether this was Fred’s or George’s idea well the creation he meant. Lee knew Fred had asked Peeves to set off the whirlwind by breaking the bottle. Now it was interesting to see the whirlwind tearing through the library and snatching up anything smaller then Dennis Creevey. Therefore the rules were observed, no person or property was likely to be hurt. It was merely an annoyance product. It was funny to see how upset Madam Prince was over her precious books. He was extremely grateful he wasn’t in class. He didn’t have Herbology having choosing not to continue the subject. He didn’t need it for his future career, he wanted to be a Quidditch announcer and what did Herbology have to do with that? Nothing that’s what…

He had all but been promised a job at Weasleys Wizard Wheezes until he was hired by a team or if he was really lucky was allowed to join the United Quidditch Announcers of Britain. To be accepted or invited to join that august body was like being asked to join that Potioneers’ society that George was always going on and on about.

What was it called again? Oh yes, the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. One Masters like Professor Snape err Professor Prince-Malfoy and the guy who created Wolfsbane, Damo-something. George was as obsessed with brewing as Fred was with sex. Only First Class Potioneers were invited to join the society, you had to do something profound like create a potion, draught etcetera that took the Wizarding World by storm. It was George’s dream to be noticed by them. As dreadfully as the Moonlight Madness affected everyone surely being capable of brewing something that replicated the sheer madness of a full moon had to count for something.

As much as he liked working with his best friends Gred and Forge he wanted to be a Professional Quidditch announcer. If he were chosen to give play by play on one of the Quidditch stations on the Wizarding Wireless he would have it made. He sighed, even then Angelina wouldn’t like him back. She’d been in love with Fred for years; they were all too good friends to let a girl come between them. Alicia was a great girl, and he really liked her. Not romantically but he’d hate to see her emotionally shatter because George was a poof. It didn’t take a genius to see that George was really falling for Viktor Krum of all people. It was almost shocking to realize that Viktor liked George back.

He smirked to himself; he’d have to be blind or totally obtuse not to know that his best friends were striking. They’d both changed their fifth year around their birthday. He wouldn’t be surprised if they’d come into an inheritance. No one was quite like Gred and Forge when it came to secrets. Maybe some day they’d trust him with those secrets but for now he was content to help Fred mastermind the pranks to end all pranks.

Speaking of pranks, how long was the Tiny twister Midnight supposed to last anyway? It’d been twenty minutes now and it showed no signs of weakening. Had the twins cast a charm that extended it?

Not that he particularly liked Madam Pince but the poor woman looked very unwell. What kind of life had to she had to care more about books then people? Did she actually have friends? He hoped the Weasley Wizard Wheeze product fizzled out soon. If it didn’t he had a terrible feeling the woman would end up in the infirmary.

XoooooX

Due to the wild effect of ‘Moonlight Madness’ no one had noticed that the suits of armour between the front doors of the castle and the Great Hall had been turned into statues. If there weren’t with the slight impression of a gauzy shawl ’

The ones with real issues were the ones who had been switched: Ravenclaw’s prefect/Quidditch Captain Rodger Davies and Cho Chang as well as Hufflepuff’s descendants Deborah and Zacharias Smith.

Rodger caught Cho’s eyes in the hallways and made movements like he was in her body and fondling it again.

Cho’s eyes narrowed, “That isn’t funny Davies.”

Rodger smirked, “Really? I thought it was. For a few minutes there I was one of the sexiest girls in Hogwarts. Thought I might as well enjoy it.”

“Hufflepuff or not, at least Cedric has manners.”

Rodger snorted, “Didn’t keep him from being sexually involved with a dozen girls in the Great Hall.”

Cho snapped, “That wasn’t his fault. They were going to force him.”

Rodger crowed, “No guy unless they’re bent shouldn’t be pleased at the idea. So either he lied about being upset by the attention or he’s bent and is attracted to some guy.”

Cho pulled out her wand and muttered a spell.

Rodger glared at her, “What did you do?”

Cho smirked setting off for class again, “Cold water and impotency spell.”

“You wench!” Rodger growled, spinning his wand in his fingers before casting a curse.

“Davies! Chang!”

Professor Lupin wasn’t looking pleased

XoooooX

Remus had to levitate himself over a swamp that ‘randomly’ appeared between Filius’ classroom and his own. Blasted Weasley-Prewett twins! It had to be those two; they were the only ones clever enough to create something like that.

“Fifty points from Ravenclaw for using magic in the corridors. Davies you’re a prefect! This behaviour should be below a Fifth and Sixth Year. I will be discussing this with Professor Flitwick.” He spotted Eastchurch. “Miss Eastchurch. You will escort these two to the infirmary. I want to know what they cast at each other.”

Cho and Rodger glared at each other.

But Felicity Eastchurch pushed them along towards the nearest stairs that led to the infirmary.

Remus sighed; he’d hoped that the Prank War would be more fun as opposed to the altercation between Chang and Davies.

A/N: Sorry for the inconvenience- I decided it needed to be edited but here it is.

Okay so I left it at a cliffy sorry. It's just too large for one post. I hope you all enjoy it though.

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