- Location
- Australia
I thank you greatly I could only find the light novel and was starting to think it was the only thing as the manga is not a thing yet.
Umbrus Shade, The Incredibly Annoyed Ravenclaw [Harry Potter/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
I thank you greatly I could only find the light novel and was starting to think it was the only thing as the manga is not a thing yet.
Jerry Finch
Stupid but lucky.
- Location
- Slightly closer than you would be comfortable with
I voted for the glory of feeling like a hero yet! I knew the consequences of my ill-thought decision! I FELT THE SHADE!
This story... it's all I ever asked for.
This story... it's all I ever asked for.
Ancient Scholar
Amateur Editor/Beta
- Location
- United States
Yeah their ins't one yet. Their are 5 Volumes so far and its well written but unfortunately very unknown. Found the song on youtube, super catchy. I wish someone would translate the lyrics.
- Location
- Oblivion
The problem with that being Shade didn't have any Metaknowledge about where to start and how to get to the end results seen.
Because that metaknowledge just doesn't exist for most things Harry Potter due to Rowling being super light on details.
The sole information we get about that sort of thing for the setting is basically "Hogwarts has a Library with a restricted section". Shadenight the author turned that into "Hogwars has a Library with a regular section that has a bunch of Shadenight created super munchkinable spells in it and a Forbidden section with super dark spells some of which are also super munchkinable that has protections which can be overcome by someone with a first/second years magical education.".
Further, to even access that sections books, he had to give the Room of Requirement the Shadenight created ability to connect to anywhere within the Hogwarts grounds.
So you see the problem isn't when a character uses metaknowledge to gain power, it's when a character uses author handed to them power-ups to gain power.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Shade didn't need to have metaknowledge of which specific books to use, or which practices to have, because he had the books in universe, and the metaknowledge to apply them properly. He was able to use his metaknowledge to find how to start. He knew the basic curriculum up until the end of 6th year, and what courses were available, and also what a lot of people have done with magic in the books
It'd take a dumbass not to be able to infer how to start.
It'd take a dumbass not to be able to infer how to start.
- Location
- Australia
Agreed I don't think it's unreasonable that Shade got as strong as he did. I mean he studied his ass off and even his friends complained about him spending less time with them.
Plus Shade had access to the room of requirements where there could potentially be lots of spell books. He's also not been skipping on practising magic for a few years wandlessly during summer break. I'd like to think he put in the time and effort to be at his level right now.
Also forgot to say congratulations at Dumbledore basically handing Shade an inheritance in a the form of the Elder Wand. It can technically be considered an inheritance.
Plus Shade had access to the room of requirements where there could potentially be lots of spell books. He's also not been skipping on practising magic for a few years wandlessly during summer break. I'd like to think he put in the time and effort to be at his level right now.
Also forgot to say congratulations at Dumbledore basically handing Shade an inheritance in a the form of the Elder Wand. It can technically be considered an inheritance.
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Mirvein
A Tea-Fueled Monstrosity.
- Location
- In the middle of nowhere.
Ah, I see you're a person of culture as well.
Or something like this, yes.
- Location
- Space
Shade, Shade, Shade, I am really, really disappointed. You had the perfect opportunity to put in a Red Hood line.
This is H.I.S.H.E. though:
"You may condemn me guilty," I stated calmly, an eery smile plastered on my face, unnerving the audience in the stand, "However, may I remind you ladies and gentlemen that this so called "raid" on Malfoy Manor only took me two hours," I paused for a moment, letting the information sink in before continuing on, "You wanna see what I can get done in a whole evening? If I were you, I'd pick wisely, my friends."
"Make no mistake, I'm not asking you to proclaim me innocent," my statement shocking the audience, "I'm telling you."
With my each and every word, legions of Gargoyles appeared behind me and began lining up in an uniform fashion ready for combat at any given moment, effectively taking the whole of Wizengamont hostage.
"What would it be, minister?" I hissed out mockingly, "Proclaim me innocent and let the day end. Or condemn me guilty and see what I can get done in an entire evening."
"Pick wisely."
Anyways, that's all.
This is H.I.S.H.E. though:
"You may condemn me guilty," I stated calmly, an eery smile plastered on my face, unnerving the audience in the stand, "However, may I remind you ladies and gentlemen that this so called "raid" on Malfoy Manor only took me two hours," I paused for a moment, letting the information sink in before continuing on, "You wanna see what I can get done in a whole evening? If I were you, I'd pick wisely, my friends."
"Make no mistake, I'm not asking you to proclaim me innocent," my statement shocking the audience, "I'm telling you."
With my each and every word, legions of Gargoyles appeared behind me and began lining up in an uniform fashion ready for combat at any given moment, effectively taking the whole of Wizengamont hostage.
"What would it be, minister?" I hissed out mockingly, "Proclaim me innocent and let the day end. Or condemn me guilty and see what I can get done in an entire evening."
"Pick wisely."
Anyways, that's all.
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Eh... Dumbledore has experienced some rather reasonable character growth. As for Fudge - well I'd say it is rather clear why he's terrified. If he were a courageous man he wouldn't call a (as far as he knows) dead man 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'. He also wouldn't try to subvert Albus Dumbledore.
So when Shade very much looks like he's kicking in the Albus Dumbledore/Tom Riddle/Gellert Grindelwald category and that he might have Albus Dumbledore backing him then of course Fudge is going to be utterly terrified. One side playing by the rules and Voldemort dying unexpectedly is what allowed the Ministry to remain functioning instead of things devolving in a civil war.
As for the Wizengamot - whilst a lot of its members are probably blood purists there's going to be some who will go 'Death Eaters dead? Let's party! Oh, you don't like that they died? Accio world's smallest violin!'. Like Augusta Longbottom isn't exactly going to be heartbroken that the people who tortured her son and daughter in law to insanity and their accomplices are dead. And then again there's the veneration and fear wizards seem to have towards the powerful - Dumbledore actively shunned politics and he still ended as one of the most influential people in magical Britain.
- Location
- Hell
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Look, if you (or anyone else) can stay sufficiently immersed in this fic, good for you. I mean this wholly sincerely. I would like to be immersed too. I would like my suspension of disbelief intact, because I enjoy enjoying things. If Shade wants my criticism, he can ask for my criticism. Otherwise, I'm not posting it because it does nothing for me to get into a debate. My post wasn't intended to invite a bunch of discussion - it was intended to broadcast my opinion to the author.
JustinTim3
Lost soul of Ashes
- Location
- iowa
Welcome to Harry Potter.
- Location
- Australia
Guys we are fast approaching the last book, I wonder what else is left to do here and hopefully we can think of things to talk about.
Well after that there will be meeting with the Malfoys and finding a golem in Draco's suitcase and Shade's threat may cause some problems. I like to see another POV of other characters, it helps liven things up.
Well after that there will be meeting with the Malfoys and finding a golem in Draco's suitcase and Shade's threat may cause some problems. I like to see another POV of other characters, it helps liven things up.
Edifier
Trusted within thoughts.
- Location
- Court of Moon Wizards
I was happy ignoring the un-probability of these things but you had to point it out. It does feel like eveyone and everything are bending themselves over for him. Except for Hermione, for most part. Her snogging the room or requirements was quite in character. Conflicts with characters and other characters pursuing their own agendas with their own power is fun to read. Especially if their motivations line up or slightly cross, or just cross.
As for the adults, they feel like paper water-balloons, that go pop, pop, pop.
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Year Six - Chapter Twenty-Two
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Year Six - Chapter Twenty-Two
People feared what they could not understand. Children feared that which stood unknown at the edge of their existence. I could pinpoint the difference between those who read the Daily Prophet and those who didn't by the frightened stares, the trembling gasps, the awkward shuffling of feet to make way for the likes of me. This wasn't respect, but fear. Fear that I'd find them guilty, fear that they'd be judged, and found wanting.
Shade Umbrus - Hogwarts' Champion and Righteous Protector of the Wizarding World!
by Rita Skeeter
The Daily Prophet's headlines, and most of the columns, dealt with the actions and the reactions. Who would have guessed that the International Community at large would be incensed by what seemed like a random act of self-justice?
No trial, no proof, only one man's words to condemn many to their death-is this really the justice that the Wizengamot seeks to uphold?
The headlines of the international newspapers were delivering a different tune, one which painted a grisly light, probably out of the ignorance of the situation, or because they couldn't do much more than lament how justice was dying. Well, that was what one got when justice actually turned its head and ignored criminals that didn't have the backing of powerful families, I reckoned.
This was the justice of the muggleborn; the justice of the Light-side that finally felt vindicated after the countless years of having to suffer in silence Death Eaters allowed to walk freely around.
Yet, even as I mused that, I couldn't help but stare ahead. Once Christmas vacation was over, I could get Helga Hufflepuff's cup from the vault through Draco's help, and destroy it. Then, all that would remain would be Harry Potter's impromptu shard. It wouldn't be much of a problem; I could just wait. Eventually, he'd die of old age.
And the Dark Lord would not resurface again.
I smiled as I flipped through the newspapers while in the library. In the silence of a lack of students, there was peace if not for the fluttering of books. My breathing grew even, and then, ever so gently, I realized that for the very first time I was feeling at ease and at peace.
I snorted as I stretched after a few hours of reading, and then walked out after bidding goodbye to the fluttering books high in the air.
I'd be having Christmas at the Hog's Head this year; so I just had to walk down a few floors, take the secret passage, and be by the Hog's Head in time for the night service. At least, that had been the last part of my plan. There was another part to it, one that I had to do in the meantime.
"Since I cannot ignore the likes of you, I won't," I acquiesced from the depths of the Hall of Shadows, my eyes glued to the Elder Wand, held in my left hand. "Whether real or not-your history's a bloody one, ain't it? Can't run the risk of letting your power get to my head," I didn't hesitate. I didn't hesitate, not even in the slightest, and threw the wand into the crackling fires of the chimney. There it began to sizzle, and fizzle.
My right hand clenched around my own wand, and as I pointed it at the chimney, I gritted my teeth. "This hurts me more than it hurts you, but things like you-things powerful, and bloody, they're better off...gone."
The chimney roared as the flames turned purplish, greenish and then white, a brilliant whiteness that temporarily blinded me to the sight of the wand fuming and finally shattering in a show of countless ashes. I rubbed my eyes to clear the flash out of my retina, and as I carefully glanced around, I reckoned that nothing bad had happened.
There was just...
Well, there was just one last object that needed to be returned.
"I'll be holding on to this one for a little while longer," I muttered to the crackling flames, "Just a tiny bit, but I promise I'll be giving it back when the time comes." A large weight shifted overhead, Shadowdrake's dragon head shifting down to look at me, and at the proceedings with great curiosity. "The Invisibility Cloak, the last of the Deathly Hallows-the last of the over-hyped objects of magic. The stone and the wand, I've already destroyed," I looked up at the curious look of the great statue. "With the Cloak gone too, I wonder...would Death even go as far as grant me a boon for having returned the objects, or is it merely wishful thinking that holds no worth?" I patted the stone chin of the Draghul, and as it opened its mouth, I let the cloak be swallowed by the Gargoyle.
"Keep it safe until I tell you otherwise, Shadowdrake," I said as my parting words.
I walked out through the secret passage to Hogsmeade, and as the cold winds of December welcomed my face with their biting chill, I dimly realized I had forgotten to prepare Christmas gifts this year round. Preoccupied as I was, I had forgotten all about the ancient and honorable tradition of gift-exchange.
The Hog's head was in a strange state of fermentation. There were festive banners and happy, joyful magical lights flickering about. More than a few fairies hung about with their glittering wings, and as I stepped inside, the cold of the December evening melted right off, replaced with the warmth that could only come from a chimney that had been heating up the room the entire day, as well as the festive cries that died out, all of them, at my entrance.
There was silence in the Hog's head.
My eyes went through the crowd, meeting those of Aberforth and Albus Dumbledore, whom both were wearing strangely matching sweaters and pullovers that made me wonder if their mother had come out of the tomb, and then onward to the rest of the participants. There were many old and cranky wizards and witches, and amidst them I even saw the figure of Neville Longbottom and his grandmother.
I didn't see Harry Potter, or Sirius Black-or even Remus Lupin for what mattered. There were none of my close friends, now that I saw through the crowd. Only strange, unfamiliar faces that had more years put together than the sun in the sky, probably.
Hadn't he been a prisoner? Wasn't I supposed to free him from Malfoy Manor? Had they found him? Was he safe?
The thoughts rushed through my head, but disappeared as a firm and large hand grabbed hold of my back and pushed me forward. "The man of the hour!" an old man said cheerfully, looking drunker than the rest. "Where did you hide the lad until today, Albus!?"
"Tiberius," Albus answered jovially, "You've drank a firewhiskey too many."
"My brother makes the stuff," the old man known as Tiberius grumbled, "I'll tell you when I've had one too many." He kept pushing me forward, until I ended up going through a series of presentation that ended up seeing me come to a halt by Neville's side, the elderly people enjoying their Christmas cheer a bit too much, and thus leaving the two youngsters by themselves to the side.
"Guess a Christmas like this isn't bad once in a while," Neville said, trying to make conversation.
"I guess so too," I acquiesced with a nod. "Never seen so many happy elderly if not during pudding hour in a retirement home."
Neville's eyes crossed ever so slightly, and then he broke out in a small chuckle. "Guess that too can happen." He seemed ready to say something else, and I waited until he finally did blurt out what he wanted to say. "Thank you," he said in the end. "For...you know, what you did."
"There's nothing to thank me for, Neville," I answered. "I killed some really bad people, in really horrible ways." In a normal world, in a normal society, I'd still be sentenced to some years in prison.
"Yeah," Neville muttered, "It's strange but I always thought you would do something like that." I took a sip out of whatever liquid was in the cup in my hand, and then raised an eyebrow towards Neville's suddenly ashamed expression. "It's just-you've always been like this," he hastily added when the silence began to stretch into uncomfortably awkward territory.
"Like this, how?" I asked.
"You don't feel guilt at all about the things you do, do you?" Neville said, "My gran says you've got backbone, but I think you just don't care. If someone stood in your way, you'd remove them. That's...cold, I think."
"I've had my tough outer layer stripped more times than I can count on the fingers of my hand, Neville," I answered with a roll of my eyes. "I'm just willing to take a gambit, and a chance, when the decision of doing nothing can cost a lot more than what I am willing to give. Rest assured that beneath my tough, cold exterior lies a bundle of warm wool merged in hot chocolate and candy. You just need to dig a bit to find it, that's all."
Dinner was had but a few minutes later, and as the feast-like banquet lasted for more than an hour, it was only once we reached the end of the dessert that Albus Dumbledore rose from the right side of the table, the head of it reserved to Aberforth as the host of the proceedings. "Now, as we have eaten our fill and drank perhaps beyond our years-"
"Says you!" Tiberius Ogden slurred from the side.
"I think it is time for me to announce something publicly. I have resigned, as you may know, or suspect, from all titles-I will be enjoying a much needed vacation, a trip around the world to see its wonders-" he extended both arms to calm the chorus of mutters and whispers from those who hadn't yet been told about this. "Yet as I leave, I will ask you one favor as my old friends. I leave behind a remarkably headstrong brother, who can quite honestly take care of himself-" Aberforth snorted, "But also a son. A son I would like to present you, my pride, my joy and also my most incredible headache-inducing student to date."
He lifted his goblet, and pointed at me. Very slowly, I stood up with my cheeks heating from the embarrassment of being in front of such a crowd of people.
"Shade Umbrus Dumbledore," Albus continued, "I would like it if I were not called back from my vacation because the Ministry is on fire. Can I please ask that you all ensure that doesn't happen?"
The stunned silence lasted only as long as it took for Augusta Longbottom to remark, with a snarky and incredibly amused tone.
"Depending on circumstances, I'll be the one giving him a hand with an Incendio!" before breaking out in laughter, raising her goblet with a cheer.
"G-Gran!" Neville mouthed out, shocked.
As the cheers ran through the table, I awkwardly looked down at my reflection in the goblet's liquid in front of me.
My reflection smiled, eyes glimmering with incredible amusement.
For I was Shade Umbrus Dumbledore...
...the incredibly embarrassed Ravenclaw.
People feared what they could not understand. Children feared that which stood unknown at the edge of their existence. I could pinpoint the difference between those who read the Daily Prophet and those who didn't by the frightened stares, the trembling gasps, the awkward shuffling of feet to make way for the likes of me. This wasn't respect, but fear. Fear that I'd find them guilty, fear that they'd be judged, and found wanting.
Shade Umbrus - Hogwarts' Champion and Righteous Protector of the Wizarding World!
by Rita Skeeter
The Daily Prophet's headlines, and most of the columns, dealt with the actions and the reactions. Who would have guessed that the International Community at large would be incensed by what seemed like a random act of self-justice?
No trial, no proof, only one man's words to condemn many to their death-is this really the justice that the Wizengamot seeks to uphold?
The headlines of the international newspapers were delivering a different tune, one which painted a grisly light, probably out of the ignorance of the situation, or because they couldn't do much more than lament how justice was dying. Well, that was what one got when justice actually turned its head and ignored criminals that didn't have the backing of powerful families, I reckoned.
This was the justice of the muggleborn; the justice of the Light-side that finally felt vindicated after the countless years of having to suffer in silence Death Eaters allowed to walk freely around.
Yet, even as I mused that, I couldn't help but stare ahead. Once Christmas vacation was over, I could get Helga Hufflepuff's cup from the vault through Draco's help, and destroy it. Then, all that would remain would be Harry Potter's impromptu shard. It wouldn't be much of a problem; I could just wait. Eventually, he'd die of old age.
And the Dark Lord would not resurface again.
I smiled as I flipped through the newspapers while in the library. In the silence of a lack of students, there was peace if not for the fluttering of books. My breathing grew even, and then, ever so gently, I realized that for the very first time I was feeling at ease and at peace.
I snorted as I stretched after a few hours of reading, and then walked out after bidding goodbye to the fluttering books high in the air.
I'd be having Christmas at the Hog's Head this year; so I just had to walk down a few floors, take the secret passage, and be by the Hog's Head in time for the night service. At least, that had been the last part of my plan. There was another part to it, one that I had to do in the meantime.
"Since I cannot ignore the likes of you, I won't," I acquiesced from the depths of the Hall of Shadows, my eyes glued to the Elder Wand, held in my left hand. "Whether real or not-your history's a bloody one, ain't it? Can't run the risk of letting your power get to my head," I didn't hesitate. I didn't hesitate, not even in the slightest, and threw the wand into the crackling fires of the chimney. There it began to sizzle, and fizzle.
My right hand clenched around my own wand, and as I pointed it at the chimney, I gritted my teeth. "This hurts me more than it hurts you, but things like you-things powerful, and bloody, they're better off...gone."
The chimney roared as the flames turned purplish, greenish and then white, a brilliant whiteness that temporarily blinded me to the sight of the wand fuming and finally shattering in a show of countless ashes. I rubbed my eyes to clear the flash out of my retina, and as I carefully glanced around, I reckoned that nothing bad had happened.
There was just...
Well, there was just one last object that needed to be returned.
"I'll be holding on to this one for a little while longer," I muttered to the crackling flames, "Just a tiny bit, but I promise I'll be giving it back when the time comes." A large weight shifted overhead, Shadowdrake's dragon head shifting down to look at me, and at the proceedings with great curiosity. "The Invisibility Cloak, the last of the Deathly Hallows-the last of the over-hyped objects of magic. The stone and the wand, I've already destroyed," I looked up at the curious look of the great statue. "With the Cloak gone too, I wonder...would Death even go as far as grant me a boon for having returned the objects, or is it merely wishful thinking that holds no worth?" I patted the stone chin of the Draghul, and as it opened its mouth, I let the cloak be swallowed by the Gargoyle.
"Keep it safe until I tell you otherwise, Shadowdrake," I said as my parting words.
I walked out through the secret passage to Hogsmeade, and as the cold winds of December welcomed my face with their biting chill, I dimly realized I had forgotten to prepare Christmas gifts this year round. Preoccupied as I was, I had forgotten all about the ancient and honorable tradition of gift-exchange.
The Hog's head was in a strange state of fermentation. There were festive banners and happy, joyful magical lights flickering about. More than a few fairies hung about with their glittering wings, and as I stepped inside, the cold of the December evening melted right off, replaced with the warmth that could only come from a chimney that had been heating up the room the entire day, as well as the festive cries that died out, all of them, at my entrance.
There was silence in the Hog's head.
My eyes went through the crowd, meeting those of Aberforth and Albus Dumbledore, whom both were wearing strangely matching sweaters and pullovers that made me wonder if their mother had come out of the tomb, and then onward to the rest of the participants. There were many old and cranky wizards and witches, and amidst them I even saw the figure of Neville Longbottom and his grandmother.
I didn't see Harry Potter, or Sirius Black-or even Remus Lupin for what mattered. There were none of my close friends, now that I saw through the crowd. Only strange, unfamiliar faces that had more years put together than the sun in the sky, probably.
Hadn't he been a prisoner? Wasn't I supposed to free him from Malfoy Manor? Had they found him? Was he safe?
The thoughts rushed through my head, but disappeared as a firm and large hand grabbed hold of my back and pushed me forward. "The man of the hour!" an old man said cheerfully, looking drunker than the rest. "Where did you hide the lad until today, Albus!?"
"Tiberius," Albus answered jovially, "You've drank a firewhiskey too many."
"My brother makes the stuff," the old man known as Tiberius grumbled, "I'll tell you when I've had one too many." He kept pushing me forward, until I ended up going through a series of presentation that ended up seeing me come to a halt by Neville's side, the elderly people enjoying their Christmas cheer a bit too much, and thus leaving the two youngsters by themselves to the side.
"Guess a Christmas like this isn't bad once in a while," Neville said, trying to make conversation.
"I guess so too," I acquiesced with a nod. "Never seen so many happy elderly if not during pudding hour in a retirement home."
Neville's eyes crossed ever so slightly, and then he broke out in a small chuckle. "Guess that too can happen." He seemed ready to say something else, and I waited until he finally did blurt out what he wanted to say. "Thank you," he said in the end. "For...you know, what you did."
"There's nothing to thank me for, Neville," I answered. "I killed some really bad people, in really horrible ways." In a normal world, in a normal society, I'd still be sentenced to some years in prison.
"Yeah," Neville muttered, "It's strange but I always thought you would do something like that." I took a sip out of whatever liquid was in the cup in my hand, and then raised an eyebrow towards Neville's suddenly ashamed expression. "It's just-you've always been like this," he hastily added when the silence began to stretch into uncomfortably awkward territory.
"Like this, how?" I asked.
"You don't feel guilt at all about the things you do, do you?" Neville said, "My gran says you've got backbone, but I think you just don't care. If someone stood in your way, you'd remove them. That's...cold, I think."
"I've had my tough outer layer stripped more times than I can count on the fingers of my hand, Neville," I answered with a roll of my eyes. "I'm just willing to take a gambit, and a chance, when the decision of doing nothing can cost a lot more than what I am willing to give. Rest assured that beneath my tough, cold exterior lies a bundle of warm wool merged in hot chocolate and candy. You just need to dig a bit to find it, that's all."
Dinner was had but a few minutes later, and as the feast-like banquet lasted for more than an hour, it was only once we reached the end of the dessert that Albus Dumbledore rose from the right side of the table, the head of it reserved to Aberforth as the host of the proceedings. "Now, as we have eaten our fill and drank perhaps beyond our years-"
"Says you!" Tiberius Ogden slurred from the side.
"I think it is time for me to announce something publicly. I have resigned, as you may know, or suspect, from all titles-I will be enjoying a much needed vacation, a trip around the world to see its wonders-" he extended both arms to calm the chorus of mutters and whispers from those who hadn't yet been told about this. "Yet as I leave, I will ask you one favor as my old friends. I leave behind a remarkably headstrong brother, who can quite honestly take care of himself-" Aberforth snorted, "But also a son. A son I would like to present you, my pride, my joy and also my most incredible headache-inducing student to date."
He lifted his goblet, and pointed at me. Very slowly, I stood up with my cheeks heating from the embarrassment of being in front of such a crowd of people.
"Shade Umbrus Dumbledore," Albus continued, "I would like it if I were not called back from my vacation because the Ministry is on fire. Can I please ask that you all ensure that doesn't happen?"
The stunned silence lasted only as long as it took for Augusta Longbottom to remark, with a snarky and incredibly amused tone.
"Depending on circumstances, I'll be the one giving him a hand with an Incendio!" before breaking out in laughter, raising her goblet with a cheer.
"G-Gran!" Neville mouthed out, shocked.
As the cheers ran through the table, I awkwardly looked down at my reflection in the goblet's liquid in front of me.
My reflection smiled, eyes glimmering with incredible amusement.
For I was Shade Umbrus Dumbledore...
...the incredibly embarrassed Ravenclaw.
- Location
- Canada
Prolly a wrap up chapter soon.
- Location
- North America
Who won the damn shipping war?
Heleor
^_^
Who did Shade spend Christmas with?
Augusta Longbottom of course.
GiftOfLove
From the Heart
Noting that Horcrux still remain.
Delerp Turtle
I CAST FIST!
- Location
- Middle, Capital of Nowhere
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's obviously Shadowdrake.