#slay though i went over to hers on friday night and she was wizard high it was incredible to see

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Basilisk Eyes: Chapter 12: Hope is a feathered thing

Crossposted: Basilisk Eyes by Hegemone | Completed: Chapter 12 out of 157 | T | AO3 | FFN | WATT | HPFF

Summary: As Harry Potter slays the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, blood and venom get in his eyes, mostly blinding him. While Harry learns to adapt, he makes some new friends. But this is more than a story of adaptation and friendship as there are threats... and Harry isn't the only one with a past that haunts him.

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Though each day at Privet Drive was a slog, they were passing. Another evening was approaching and Harry was getting nervous, anticipating the arrival of Uncle Vernon from work. His first hour or so after work was always Uncle Vernon’s worst. Harry found himself trying to escape the worry by fantasizing about what he'd be doing at that moment if he hadn't blinded himself with Basilisk venom—which was a bit of torture in and of itself.

Weeks of school with no exams and the end of term not until the end of June seemed like a paradise compared to what Harry was enduring. Everyone would be in high spirits and he could imagine the intense chess games, late-night kitchen raids, and all the pick-up quidditch games he'd be playing. Imagining these scenes was like poking a stick in an open wound.

Dwelling on what was fair or not fair was not an activity Harry indulged often, mostly because he understood early on that it never swung the balance in his favor. He forgot that hard-learned lesson momentarily as he thought about all his classmates enjoying the respite from exams and the beautiful weather (even Draco and the Slytherins!) while he was stuck inside cutting onions and trying not to slice his fingers. He was the reason they had a break. He slew the Basilisk, but his reward was eternal darkness… 

Well, except it’s not dark. It is light and dark, but mostly just nothing. 

Eternal nothingness and a ball of frustration that he just couldn’t do things as easily as he had done them before.

I didn’t know what I had until it was gone.

He wanted to pound and rage and throw things, but he couldn’t because if he did, he’d bring the wrath of Vernon down on his head, shoulders, and back. He closed his eyes against the onion fumes, but not soon enough and tears squeezed underneath his eyelids. The knife slipped on the slick onion skin landing perilously close to his fingers. He took in a deep breath and cast around for something else to think about. He’d end up losing fingers, too, if he kept up the brooding.

Aunt Petunia was also working on dinner in the kitchen, bustling around in her efficient manner. She was humming a little melody that sounded familiar to Harry, but he couldn’t place it. She had lined up the vegetables and utensils needed to process them on the counter for him, which in the context of his history with her, was an unanticipated act of kindness and generosity. It unnerved him. It outright scared him. 

More than Aragog. 

It was terrifying because it was so unknown. He didn’t know how to respond to this new Petunia.

All he could do was keep an ear out for clues while he worked his way through the vegetables. The humming was definitely a clue if he could only figure out the melody.

His thoughts drifted to a recurrent narrative in his life: getting away from Privet Drive. How many times had he schemed and planned to run away to have his plans thwarted and his dreams dashed… that was until a hairy kind giant showed up and told him he was a wizard.

Where’s Hagrid now? 

He couldn’t just wait around to be rescued. He needed to do something and in order to do something, he needed to be able to walk away from Privet Drive… 

What about fly away? 

His heart constricted painfully as he remembered the feeling of soaring through the air on his broom—the air whipping through his hair, the swoops, dips, and spinning around. It was a freedom he’d never felt before. Maybe there was a spell that would help him avoid obstacles in the air just as he imagined there was one that would help him avoid them on earth. 

There are fewer things to run into in the air. 

This thought kept him from sinking into a pit of despair.

His staff was supposedly set up to help him navigate and do other things—maybe he could fly on it, too. He wished he’d been able to focus when he’d been at St. Mungo's—he was sure that Healer Smethwyck had told him exactly what spells he needed to use to make the staff a useful tool, but he couldn’t remember any of it.

Harry started cataloging spells that might work on his staff just as Tempus had worked. Of all the charms he’d learned in Professor Flitwick’s class, the only one that was coming to mind right now was Wingardium Leviosa, which could be useful if he needed to carry something heavy, but it could also be disastrous for him if something floated away from him and he had no idea which way it went.

It was bloody brilliant the way Ron had used the spell to stop the troll from killing Hermione in their first year—it made him smile to remember how Ron had stood in shock, incredulous that the spell had actually worked.

He remembered Ginny used a spell in the Chamber of Secrets that brought his glasses whooshing to her hand… 

Axo or something like that. That one could be handy. 

He sighed thinking about how he had spent precious minutes that afternoon trying to find his trainers in his bedroom while Aunt Petunia shrieked about needing to get the rubbish to the curb before the garbage collection arrived. Of course, he’d never would have been able to use magic to locate his shoes while she was watching. He was glad he found them else he would have had a wet sock in addition to cuffed ears. He dragged the rubbish out to the curb in a circuitous path until he found the edge with the grass and then kept one foot on the soaking lawn and the other on the driveway. All the while Aunt Petunia was berating him from the porch. 

What does she do while I’m at Hogwarts? 

He shook the thought from his head, he really didn’t want to know.

He wondered if Alohomora would work with his staff… maybe he could use it to get into the cupboard under the stairs and get some things from his trunk. 

Why is it taking Hermione so long to write back? 

He remembered Hermione fixing his glasses with Oculus Reparo and wondered if he’d be able to cast a spell to fix something he couldn’t see. He could feel that his glasses were cracked, maybe that was enough? 

How much of spell casting is visual? Will Hogwarts let me come back in the fall? What if they can’t figure out how to teach me or just don’t want to go to the trouble? 

He had to reel in his thoughts. I’ll figure it out, he told himself firmly, I can’t stay with the Dursleys… 

He was certain that Hermione knew loads of spells that could help him get around more easily. He couldn’t wait until he heard back from her. He just had to make it through… what? … the evening? … the week? … the summer? … without pissing off his Aunt and Uncle… which was a pretty tall order as usually it was just his existence that made them mad. And now it was a lot harder to sneak around pretending he didn’t exist.

Harry managed to make it through dinner without doing much to set off his Uncle. He did knock over a glass of water accidentally when Uncle Vernon had moved it and didn’t think to tell him. Miraculously, Aunt Petunia had stepped in before Uncle Vernon got violent and Harry didn’t get whacked around or sent to his room without dinner. How many times now had she stepped in on his behalf? Uncle Vernon seemed as stunned as he was.

Harry picked at his food in the ensuing silence, sodden as it was and with water dripping in his lap. I should really eat something, he told himself in a tone that reminded him very much of Ron’s Mum. He chased a few bites of chicken around his plate with his fork trying to stab them, finally cornering them with his knife, while Aunt Petunia broke the eerie quiet with discussions of when Dudley was coming home from Smeltings.

Harry was feeling deflated until he heard, “Remember, Vernon, we’re driving out to Smeltings on Friday, June 25th in the afternoon to pick him up. You secured approval to leave work early, right?” Harry sucked in his breath and tried to calm his breathing. It was weeks away.

They’d never take Harry with them. He’d be left alone in the house. He’d be able to do things… call Hermione? 

Not yet, she’ll still be at Hogwarts. 

Get into his trunk. Summon a wizard or witch to help him? 

How do I summon someone? Maybe by then, I��ll have an answer from Ron and Hermione. 

Wisps of hope wound around his heart. He worked on making a mask of his face, on not letting his elation show. He thought about Dudder’s stinking socks in the laundry to achieve the expression he needed.

Later that night, after the dishes were washed and dried and put back in the cabinets, the kitchen wiped down and swept, Harry wearily climbed the stairs to bed. While Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were watching the evening news and then their favorite shows, Harry leaned against the window sill feeling the evening air on his face and straining to hear Hedwig’s wings beating as she approached.

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Girl Meets Season 5 - Episode 8 - Girl Meets World of Terror 5

Synopsis: What can you expect when you’re finishing high school? For Riley her entire world will turn upside down and picking up the pieces will bring her and her friends closer together.

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A/N: I couldn’t finish it last night... I was too tired... but it’s done now and it’s so cute I could just kiss it on the face.

Happy Friday the 13th Everyone

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P.S. and thank you to everyone who helped me put together the Adult versions of Maya, Farkle, Smackle, Zay, and Josh I’ll post about the AU I’m planning later for now enjoy this!!!

Episode 8 - Girl Meets World of Terror 5

“Hello, my name is Auggie “Doggie” Matthews, and Welcome to another Scary Time Theater,” he says as he sits behind a microphone, the room glittering from the lights hitting the golden background. “What if you found yourself in a whole new world, and not everything is what it seemed to be before. As a storm rages through your home, and takes you away, I too shall take you away to this tale of terror, beware sometimes the truth is hidden behind something as simple as a dark curtain.”

It was Halloween and Riley decided to dress like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, so that when she went with Auggie and Ava on their trick or treating she could also take Artemis with her. Everything changed when on the morning of Halloween, it was storming outside, her mother had taken Auggie to school early because the school play was going on for a test run during school hours and he had to be there, but Riley was stuck at home in full costume because the storm had grown since they had left.

“Oh Artemis, I’m so sorry I couldn’t take you trick or treating,” she said petting her dog as she watched the storm rage on outside the living room bay window.

She had fallen asleep watching the rain pour down onto the city soaking every inch of the asphalt, Artemis fast asleep on her lap.

The sound of a branch breaking the window caused her to jump, grabbing the small pup and rushing towards the couch so that she could call her parents to tell her what had happened. Just as she grabbed the house phone the power went out and Artemis let out a bark. The phone was dead when she put it to her ear so she reached into her pocket and turned on her cell but there was no signal. She knew this wasn’t good but it was hard to think when you had to find a safe place during a storm. As she tried to get away from the living room and move towards the kitchen something came in through the broken window and she tried to duck but she hadn’t been fast enough and it had hit her on the head leaving her on the floor passed out with Artemis frantically running around her barking.

“Sometimes when you fall asleep during a storm, the world around you may change, and you may not be where you once were,” Auggie said from behind his curtain.

“Why are you talking in riddles?” Doy said to him.

“Not now Doy, I’m trying to narrate this story,” Auggie said just before Doy smiled and walked away dressed like a monkey.

“What will happen to Riley when she finds herself in a new world? Stay tuned and find out.”

“Wake up,” someone’s soft voice said. “Wake up,” the person nudged Riley and when she opened her eyes she was looking at a beautiful blonde woman wearing a large crown and a short fluffy pink dress.

“Oh look she’s awake,” someone else said.

Riley looked around her and saw her classmates dressed in all kinds of clothes but they were in the gym at John Quincy, her old middle school, and her classmates looked a lot younger than they did now.

“You’ve slayed the evil witch by landing on her so these are now yours,” younger Yogi said while handing her a pair of glittering red converse shoes from a person who was now crushed under her couch from the living room.

‘How odd,’ she thought to herself.

“You must go on a journey my friend,” the voice from earlier said. Now that her eyes were focused Riley could see Maya standing there wearing that pink dress, the crown tilted slightly on her head, as the jewels glittered under the lights of the gym.

“If you wish to go home again, you must follow the purple linoleum floor to the wizard and have him grant you the wish of going back home,” Maya said to her. “You’ve killed Missy the Wicked Witch and freed these people from her reign, so now we give you her shoes, in hopes that they would carry you onward in your journey.”

“Onward towards the wizard,” younger Darby said pulling Riley up.

“Onwards,” younger Sarah said helping Riley into the shoes.

“Onwards,” everyone else said as Yogi pulled Riley towards the doors following the purple floor.

Maya followed her down the gym and stood next to her, Riley had never seen her friend wearing something so puffy, but it fit her in a way, and made her best friend glow.

“Now follow this road,” she said with a wave as the doors flew open revealing the lockers of her old middle school. “Follow it was it goes, and when you reach the end you’ll find yourself at the wizard’s palace and he will help get you home.”

A small yelp drew Riley’s attention to the basket in younger Sarah’s hand as she held it out to Riley. Artemis was in the basket looking at Riley expectantly as Riley looked between her friends, and the purple tiled floor.

“Go on now,” Maya said, it was still odd to hear her talk like that, all nice and proper without some random quip or joke. “Follow the road onwards.”

“Onwards,” her younger classmates said before Maya pushed her forwards and the doors slammed behind Riley.

“Yup that’s the Maya I know,” she said as she started walking down the halls of her former middle school.

As she made her way down the stairs she saw the hallway covered in stalks of wheat, but the purple floor was still there leading her way. Riley saw that the wheat was actually growing out of the floor which was strange, but what was stranger was that there was a Scarecrow standing on top of the friendship bench reciting some complicated equation. Riley walked towards the figure only to find herself face to face with Farkle.

“Finally,” he said struggling against the binds that tied him to the post. “Someone had finally come to help me.”

Riley untied his legs and arms before Farkle stood and stretched. “How long have you been stuck there?”

“A very long time, I’m Farkle the Scarecrow, and you are?”

“Riley.”

“And what brings you here?”

“I’ve been sent to the Wizard so that I could get home, why were you tied up?”

“Because an evil little witch made sure that I wouldn’t be able to leave these infernal wheat fields.”

“Well the witch is dead, she was crushed by my couch,” Riley said still weirded out by the fact that her couch had killed a person.

“Well good, I need to join you on your journey to see the Wizard, because the witch took something very important to me and I need to get it back.”

Riley thought about the story she was in, and knew that this had to be the Wizard of Oz which meant Farkle wanted a brain, but if he was reciting a formula it couldn’t be that he needed it.

“What do you need to get back then?” she asked wondering if the story was going to unfold the same way.

“The witch took my girlfriend, she was a scarecrow too, we used to be side by side talking about math and science, until the witch came and tied me to the post, and taking my love far far away.”

‘So he was looking for Smackle,’ she said to herself.

“Will you help me?”

“I will,” she said with a smile.

The two of them continued down the purple floor together and soon after leaving the wheat filled hallway they found themselves in her father’s old classroom. The words People Change People written on the board. In the middle of the room sat a tin man who was just looking out to the world unmoving. Riley walked around and saw that it was Zay, he had a tin top hat and a tin suit with a small bowtie. Fashionable Zay, very dapper.

“Do you need some help?” she asked and he blinked back for a moment.

“There’s a cookie over there that will restore my strength but the affects only last so long,” he said and she quickly found herself rushing off to get the cookie before coming back and giving it to him.

Once gone he began to stretch. “Thanks Sugar,” he said smiling. “I need to have my revenge on this little witch who has cursed me. I can only move if I have these cookies, and the person who makes them was sent away.”

Riley couldn’t help but smile, Zay would never need to journey to find his heart because he wore it on his sleeve, but his weakness for his grandmother’s cookies were always at the forefront of his mind. He loved his grandmother, but feared losing her as well so of course her cookies had a healing effect on him.

“We’ll help you my friend, for we are going to the Wizard in hopes that he restores our lives to what they’re supposed to be,” Farkle said to Zay.

“Thank you my friends,” Zay said smiling.

Riley loved when her friends were happy. “Let’s continue our journey.”

The purple road led out the other door, but when Riley opened it they were no longer at school but on the downtown train that she had always gotten on to go to school. There was no one on the train except for someone on the far end dressed in a cowboy outfit with longer than usual blondish brownish hair. The train jolted sending her forward onto the guy’s lap.

“Normally I wouldn’t have pegged you for someone who would directly fall into a lion’s lap, but it seems as though you’re the one I’ve searched for all along,” he said and Riley couldn’t help but blush. This wasn’t middle school Lucas at all, this was a mix of Texas Lucas, and High School Lucas, he was a lion and she was in his arms.

“Lucas, you’re not like that anymore,” she said hoping to tame his Texas side. “You’re stronger than that and you know it, remember you want to be a veterinarian.

Lucas smiled at her and she could see the storm settling in his eyes, “Thank you,” he said pulling her into a hug. “I was cursed by a witch, and I know once you’re gone I will be trapped in that dark place forever.”

“I’m not leaving you behind,” she said smiling as she placed a kiss on his forehead. “Now let’s defeat the witch, get to the Wizard and go home.”

Lucas nodded at her as she jumped off his lap and pulled him off the seat. The train stopped at the station as the floor matched itself up and the purple floor was leading them out. They were now standing in the hole at Abigail Adams High School and above them stood their lockers and the purple floor was leading them towards the end of their journey.

But once they got to the top, the seniors from Freshman year tried to push them back down into the hole. “You’re not ready for this,” they kept saying.

“What you say doesn’t matter, as long as we’re together, we’re going to get home,” Riley said as if they were the magic words.

She held onto her friends and the seniors disappeared from sight leaving nothing but butterflies floating in the air. Before they could step forward a little witch appeared, her skin green, wearing a long black dress.

“Really, they couldn’t stop you, geez useless I tell you,” she said and from the sound of her voice Riley knew that it was Ava.

“Let us through you evil witch,” Zay said to her but Riley held him back.

She walked up to Ava, leaving the boys behind and kneeled onto the ground and hugged her.

“No let go of me, I must defeat you,” Ava screamed until all the green bleed out of her body leaving nothing but the blonde little girl her brother loved so much. “No fair,” she said pouting.

“Let’s go,” Riley said holding her hand out to Ava. “Auggie’s waiting for you.”

“Fine,” Ava said taking Riley’s hand.

Lucas joined them, taking Riley’s other hand, Zay and Farkle next to him as they stood in front of her father’s classroom door. The door opened revealing a room covered in glitter and gold.

“Who dares enter my chamber,” a voice said but Riley had had enough.

“Come on Auggie it’s time to go home,” she said before hearing someone huff.

“Fine,” her brother’s voice said as he walked out from behind a black curtain. “You ruin all the fun.”

“Is it so bad that I want to spend the day with my little brother?” she said as she let go of Ava and walked towards him. “Let’s go home.”

“Okay,” he said in defeat. “Everything will go back to normal once you click your heels three times and well you know the rest.”

She did, and she realized she only went on the journey because she knew that along the way she would have to bring together this strange group of people. They were her family just as much as her parents and her brothers, and she loved them all. Maya stepped forward dressed in her pink frills, Smackle next to her in an outfit matching Farkle’s. They were her family.

When Riley woke up she was in the emergency room, her father looking at her with worry. She smiled at him for a moment.

“What happened?”

“I was on my way back because the school asked that the students stay home,” he said taking her hand. “The storm was really bad, and you mother called and said that the alarm went off on the living room windows, when I got there you were on the floor and you had this gash on your head.”

“I had the weirdest dream,” she said smiling at him.

“I bet you had a pretty nasty head wound. The doctors want to keep you overnight since you were knocked out.”

“But Auggie, and trick or treating?”

“No one is going out today so don’t worry too much, plus they’re all worried about you, Lucas is probably still waiting outside for me to let him in, but I told him to wait.”

“Daddy don’t be mean to Lucas.”

“I’m not don’t worry,” he said with a smile. “I’m going to let him in now.”

She laughed knowing he would rather keep Lucas out but since she was in the hospital he wouldn’t be that mean. Her father left, pulling his phone out before Lucas walked inside.

“I was so worried,” he said rushing to her side and carefully taking her hand. “I had gotten to school and they said classes were canceled but your dad was freaking out because you wouldn’t pick up the phone. We found out that the cell tower had been knocked down and he had to stop me from running out into the storm to find you.”

“Good thing I never left my house,” she sighed. “Well it wasn’t that good.”

“It’s fine, you’re alright, and everything is right with the world,” he said leaning towards her and kissing her on her forehead, just like she had done in her dream. Her father making a noise as he walked back inside.

“Everyone is at the house, they boarded up the window and it’ll be fixed by the end of the week,” he said reminding Riley of the alarm.

“Dad when did you get alarms installed on the windows?” she asked curious.

“Probably after that night Lucas slept over,” he said trying to act like it was normal. “I make sure your windows are locked before I turn it on, but I get an alert if the windows are broken.”

“The man is paranoid, maybe he should be the one in the hospital,” she said rolling her eyes which only made her grab her head.

Lucas laughed, and her father sighed. As far as dreams went it wasn’t a bad one, and in the end everyone was saved.

Across town in a sleepy Greenwich Village Brownstone, Auggie Matthews sat on his bed smiling as he ate a candy apple. “I hope you enjoyed another Halloween story,” he said smiling as he stood and left his room.