Interlude - ??? ?????? and the Arturian Prisoner
The girl chained to the wall may have given up hope that she'd be able to struggle free, but that didn't stop her from trying regardless. If there was a god, he owed her for this whole debacle, and given their apparent sense of unfairness, they may only grant a miracle if it was for something the girl didn't expect.
Damn that buffoon, and damn that Skeleton too. What exactly was their deal, kidnapping her? Thinking she was King Arthur? It was stupid.
They were stupid. Everything was stupid.
The door creaked open, and the girl looked upon, fully prepared to give her kidnapper another tongue-lashing that he would no doubt ignore completely. Imagine her surprise when, instead, a red-haired boy stepped in.
"Bloody hell." He swore, rushing over to her. "Are you alright?"
"No." The girl replied. "I've been kidnapped!"
"I know." The boy said, looking over at the handcuffs. "I overheard Lockhart's talk with the Headmaster. Blimey, I never did like the guy, but I didn't think he was a kidnapper..."
"You overheard them? The girl asked. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"Going to school." The boy replied.
"You're a student here?" The girl asked, before shaking her head. "No, not important. How'd you know to listen in on them?"
The boy paused, tapping the handcuff with his wand. "...It's a long story."
"Short version?" The girl asked.
"Bullshit magic." The boy replied. "As far as I can tell, my future self sent memories back to me? At first, it felt like I'd lived them, but it faded after a while, feels less real. But I saw..."
The boy gulped. "Bloody hell, it was horrible. All the skeletons, making bad puns. All the tunnel snake reference. Merlin's wand, it was a nightmare."
Then, sighing, he lowered his wand. "The handcuff's... Whatever enhancement is on them, I can't break them. Sorry, but I can't get you down."
The girl looked down. "...Oh."
A moment passed, as the boy went through his pockets. "...Chocolate frog?" He asked.
The girl looked back, seeing the moving creature in his hand, and blinked. "Uh... No thanks."
The boy sighed again. "Sorry I can't get you down."
"Can't you get help?"
"With Lockhart?" The boy asked. "Nobody would believe me. A lot of people consider him a hero."
"What a load of-"
"Listen." The boy said. "I can't do anything now, but I recall something vaguely, from my future memories. I might be able to learn a spell that could help here, if I get some time. I'll make sure to sneak in from time to time to try it out."
The girl smiled. "Really?"
"I can't just leave you here." The boy said. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Arthurline Grey." The girl introduced yourself. "You?"
"Ron Weasley."
And Now Back To The Speech...
"Ladies and Gentlemen-" I begin, only for someone to tap me on my shoulder. Turning around, I come face to face with Hagrid, still rocking his fabulous robes.
"Yes?" I ask. A moment passed.
"So." Hagrid began. "Nice weather, isn't it? Good for all me silk production."
"Is there a point to this?" I ask.
"And I was wondering." Hagrid went on. "What colour silk you think would go good on your bones?"
"I look fabulous in everything." I continue. "So I'll let you decide."
"Classical black? A good choice. My father was always a fan."
Suddenly, I hear a scream, and look to the crowd.
...Huh. Everyone was showing their inner me-ness. Look at all those skeletons. Over in Gryffindor, a boy in Quidditch clothes- Shouldn't that only be for when you're on the field?- Was cracking up.
"Hey, Crabbe!" Called the Goyle Potter. "Are you a skeleton? Don't worry, I'll fix it."
And with a wave of his wand, everyone in Slytherin turned into a newt. The boy looked at his wand for a moment.
"I, uh." He began. "I don't know how I did that."
"It was like this." Neville said, waving his wand. Suddenly, everything was shining. Wishing I could squint my eyes, I had a House Elf bring me sunglasses, and looked around more.
...Huh. No wonder all that shining was happening. Everything was crystal now. I was crystal, Snape was crystal, even Finch's cat was Crystal. The Ghosts, too. Nearly Headless Nick, recognizing that he now had a physical body, immediately went around reducing the length of his name. A changed man, Headless Nick started beaming, while people looked at the crystal knife in his hand in horror.
"This is getting silly." I say. "Ten points from each house responsible for this."
Everyone turns to the hourglasses of points, only to notice them empty.
"...Where are the points?" I ask.
"Don't worry." Snape replied. "They're charmed to return if stolen."
Sure enough, after a moment, there is a yelp as a big pile of crystal gems disappear from out beneath a Ravenclaw Student with the Harry Potter Curse- Is that Hermione?- And they appear momentarily.
"Clever." I note. "But seriously, how did Neville do this."
The boy rubs the back of his crystal head shyly. "Uh... Gran taught me a spell to turn things into crystal. Didn't get it working, though. Guess I did now?"
"Your grandmother is a terrifying woman." I note. Neville nods in agreement.
"Well." I note. "Everyone is crystal, and some of us are skeleton newts, and Lockhart is missing, and Idon't see the Weasley twins which is mildly terrifying, but at the very least, this can't get any wors-"
Suddenly, Quirrel ran in.
"Cats!" He called. "McGonagall is leading a cat army into battle! She demands a pay rise, and threatens flooding the castle in hairballs if we refuse!"
Everyone turns to him.
"...I thought you'd want to know." He says, fainting, landing on the back of his head.
"I just want this day to be over." I moan.
~~~~~
So, uh, I lost my old character list and had to make a brand new one, forgot most of the results too, so if anyone spots characters shuffled around a bit, that's why.
You may now throw your vote behind what happens during the Battle of Eighty Bazillion Cats.