Harry Potter and the Rocky Horror Picture Show

The party of the first part takes this time to thank the parties of the second through fourth parts, as well as the people who reviewed the second chapter (hereafter known as the party of the fifth part). How long will I keep this odd bit of the notes up? Uh... I don’t know. Ask me again three or so chapters from now. :D But, to be more specific; Thank you, DaughterHecate, Daydreamer1585, Death Eater Apostate, Lily Vance, Lioness, Meri015, PieEyedDragon, RavD, Sezstar, and Theoretical Gutter. You don’t know how much I appreciate your reviews. ^_^

One more time, thank you Loki. You’ve given me several much needed ego-boosts & so many great lines of dialogue. Yes, you are my Flourish. (Inside joke, people, don’t worry about it.)

Chapter 3

Invasion of the IGN Explorers

Syvia and her six actors exited the auditorium and strode down the corridor in search of an empty classroom. They were promptly interrupted by an odd noise.

“Does someone hear some kind of... tapping?” Neville asked unexpectedly.

“What?” Hermione asked, stopping.

“Oi, here’s a free room,” Ron said, opening a door.

“Wait a minute,” Syvia said, holding up a hand for quiet. Ginny tilted her head to the side, listening intently, then turned and walked over to a closed window.

“There’s a school owl here, trying to get in,” Ginny said, turning back to Syvia.

“That’d be Ovelia. Let her in, please.”

“Ovelia, who’s Ovelia?” Neville asked, turning to Syvia.

Ginny obligingly flung open the shutters, causing the rest of the students to shout in objection to the cold. Ovelia flew in, circled Syvia’s head once, and dropped onto the young woman’s shoulder.

“Back so soon?” she smiled. Syvia took a small roll of parchment from the barn owl’s leg and answered Neville. “Professor Dumbledore lent her to me for the fic,” she explained.

“So how’d you know it was her without looking?” Ron asked. He and Hermione were hiding behind the open door, using it to block the freezing air. Harry helped Ginny to re-close the window amid much shivering on the part of the other students.

“All part of being the all-knowing, all-seeing author,” Syvia grinned, unrolling her letter. Ovelia fluffed her feathers a bit, then began to preen her tail feathers. Syvia looked at her. “What? Aren’t you done for this chapter?” Ovelia ignored the girl and started on her left wing. Syvia turned to the students, who were watching curiously. “I guess that’s a ‘no’,” she grinned.

“All-knowing author, are you?” Draco smirked. “Then why do you keep asking questions like that?”

Syvia looked at him, grinned even more widely. “I know all, I see all, but I don’t tell all. Well... not in this chapter anyway.” Then she unrolled her letter and began to read.

Hi Syv!

I would love to be in your fic and the show! I probably will not be too far behind this message, so expect me soon. Soon meaning this very chapter.

Hugs and Kisses,

Magie

P. S. Yes, I do speak in contractions, but due to the font you picked for my handwriting, I cannot write in them.

Magie

Syvia smirked and put the letter in her pocket. She turned to the door that Ron was holding open and addressed the Hogwarts students.

“Shall we?” she asked, motioning them into the empty classroom. The four wizards and two witches took seats around a large table and dove back into their scripts. Syvia pushed the door completely open before taking a seat at the head of the table.

“So, again,” Syvia said, clearing her throat. “Any complaints?”

“Not really,” Ron answered. “My costume seems fairly safe.”

“You’re sure? You’ve already read to the part where you have to wear a thong?” At that, Draco looked up with a smirk on his face.

“Uh...”

Then Syvia’s expression turned thoughtful. “Or is that Hermione?” This caused the rest of the students to look up from their scripts.

“Well,” Ron whispered to his girlfriend, “a see-through maid’s outfit, is it?” Hermione widened her eyes playfully at him.

“Could be interesting,” she responded with a little grin. Harry, unaware of the exchange, was reading through his script with a pensive expression. He seemed about to voice a thought, when Ginny beat him to it.

“I wear what is more or less a corset for the whole play, right?” she asked curiously.

“You what?” Ron shouted as Syvia opened her mouth. Ginny flinched at the shrill pitch of her brother’s voice.

“More or less,” Syvia responded, ignoring Ron. “I have a more detailed list of the costume descriptions-” she glanced at the floor beside her chair, seeming to look for something. “Oh no!” Syvia exclaimed, now managing to distract the second-youngest Weasley. “I left my satchel in the auditorium.” She attempted to push her chair away from the table and found it impossible. She tried again, and failed again. “What on earth...?” Syvia looked around the back of her chair and caught sight of the obstruction.

“Dobby? What are you-?”

“Dobby is getting your bag miss!” The house-elf squeaked, his enormous green eyes shining with joy. “Anything to help Harry Potter and Miss Syvia!”

“Oh no!” Draco broke in. “You had to bring that into the fan fic?” he cried, pointing at Dobby. Dobby gasped at the sound of Draco’s voice.

“Master Draco?! The Master isn’t kept you from Hogwarts yet? Dobby thought Master didn’t want you to be around the ‘boys of questionable orientation’ anymore?”

Draco stood slowly, his face a brilliant shade of red. Syvia regarded Dobby with a puzzled expression on her face. There had been something strange about what the house-elf had said.

“Go shut your face in an oven!” Draco whispered venomously. Dobby flinched and ducked fearfully under Syvia’s chair. Harry, Ron and Hermione surged up from their chairs with murderous expressions on their faces. Ginny and Neville sat, looking confused, but angry with Draco’s tone. Syvia stood up quickly, knocking her chair to the floor and startling Ovelia, who took wing with a screech and flew to the back of an unoccupied chair.

“That will be the first and last time you say anything like that to Dobby in this fic!” Syvia cried, stopping them all in their tracks. “Your fellow students I can understand, and I’ll have to condone, considering that’s one of your character faults, but not Dobby!” she shouted at Draco.

“That elf has no business talking about-”

“So I’ll keep him away from you!” Syvia cut him off. “The fact remains that Dobby is a sympathy generating sidekick and an underdog and you will not abuse him in my fan fic!” Draco glared at Syvia’s angry face for a few moments, and finally looked away.

“Fine then,” he spat. The blond flung himself back down into his chair and folded his arms petulantly. The trio sat down slowly, deciding not to aggravate Syvia more. Dobby, crouched between the legs of Syvia’s overturned chair, looked up nervously at the authoress.

“Miss, you has a visitor waiting at the main hall, and Dobby will go and get Miss Syvia’s bag,” he whispered.

“That’s fine, Dobby,” Syvia told him calmly, still glaring at Draco. “Go ahead.” Dobby was all too glad to disappear. “No fighting while I’m gone,” she whispered venomously. Still glaring, Syvia paced to the door and left, Ovelia flying after her.

“Oooooo-” Ron grinned.

“Don’t start, Ron,” Hermione murmured quickly, silencing him.

Syvia’s mouth broke into a tired grin as she caught sight of a tall redheaded young woman, waiting by the door to the Great Hall.

“Heyyyy!” the other girl called out, rushing forward. Syvia hugged the older girl briefly, pulled away so she could look Magie in the face.

“You don’t know how good it is to have a friend here,” she said fervently.

“You’re probably going to get more than one,” Magie grinned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I was in the 3b’s when I got your post- by the way your owl is beautiful!”

“Isn’t she?” Syvia grinned up at Ovelia, who was perched on a suit of armor looking very pleased with herself. “Wait a minute, you were in the Three Broomsticks when she found you, but it took you a day to answer my post?”

“What?” Magie looked at her, confused, then realized what Syvia was asking. “Oh, not that Three Broomsticks. Our Three Broomsticks. The one at IGN.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” Syvia said in understanding.

“Anyway,” Magie waved her hands a little, changing the subject, “you’re likely to have more people show up for this fic. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, and Loki, afraid that I was getting correspondence from Darien, or some fool like that, snatched the letter and read it aloud to the whole bar.”

Syvia rolled her eyes. “Yep, that sounds like Loki alright. I thought you had an understanding with him.”

Magie sighed good-naturedly and shook her head. “It seems that he’s still suspicious. I mean, I might be a nice young amateur actress in your fics, yet Loki always sees me as the diabolical villain of his.”

“But I thought when you volunteered for his fics, you wanted to be the villain,” Syvia asked her, confused.

“Yes, but Loki can’t let go of the rivalry. I’m just letting you know in advance. Since Loki still seems to think I’m dangerous, he’ll probably show up before long.”

The auditorium was empty save the stack of unclaimed scripts, Syvia’s satchel, which lay beside them, and Dobby, who had been distracted from his errand. He stood in the back of the room, staring, entranced, at the Founders’ painting. Rowena Ravenclaw could be seen on stage, standing on a balcony, staring dreamily off into the distance. She didn’t seem to notice Slytherin, who was standing at the bottom of the balcony, looking up at her with amused eyes.

“Salazar, O Salazar,” she murmured distractedly. “Wherefore art thou Salazar? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Ravenclaw...”

Dobby continued to watch the play unfolding in the painting, oblivious to the sound of someone quietly opening a door in the front of the auditorium.

A young man wearing Hawaiian robes walked in. He looked up at the ceiling, then around the walls. His expression said he was impressed, maybe even a little intimidated, but not about to show it.

“Well.... this is a big, round room...” he murmured. Catching sight of Dobby’s head, just visible above the back of a chair; the young man headed for the back of the auditorium.

“...doff thy name; and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself,” Rowena said, smiling. Snoring could be heard coming from off-stage in the painting. There was a muffled exclamation, and then Helga Hufflepuff’s voice could be heard.

“Pay attention, Godric!” she hissed. There was a sleepy-sounding response from the other founder. Rowena and Salazar bravely kept going, but looked as if they were trying not to laugh, which ruined the serious mood of the scene.

The Hawaiian-Robed young man approached them and cleared his throat. Dobby looked up curiously. In the painting, Rowena and Salazar turned look at him while Helga walked on stage with Godric following her, yawning.

“Hey there,” he said calmly. “Do any of you know where I can find a chick named Syvia?”

Dobby gasped. “Dobby is forgetting to get Miss Syvia’s bag!” The house elf disappeared, only to reappear on the stage. He seized the satchel and disappeared with a pop, leaving the young man alone with the painting.

“Oh, yes, that was a great help,” he murmured, quirking one eyebrow.

“We can help you, Loki,” Helga said from the painting.

Loki, for that was indeed who the young man was, looked up suspiciously. “How do you know my name?” Salazar produced a small book, bound in blue leather.

“We’ve been reading the fic,” he answered with a smile. “Exit out of the front auditorium door on the right. Fifth door on the left side of the corridor.”

“That’s where Syv is?”

“No,” Godric answered. Loki’s face screwed up in confusion. “That’s where she left the Hogwarts students who are playing key rolls in the musical. She’ll get back there sooner or later.”

“Ah. Thanks.” He grinned suddenly. “Say, do you know what’s going to happen next in the fan fic?”

“Not really,” Salazar smirked. “Syvia hasn’t written it yet.” Loki snapped his fingers disappointedly in response and turned to go.

“Good luck in your endeavor,” Rowena smiled at Loki’s retreating back.

“Thanks,” Loki grinned over his shoulder, “something tells me we’ll need it.”