Title: In your shadow I can shine
Fandom: Harry Potter / Tokio Hotel
Characters / pairing: Voldemort / Ginny - Tom / Gustav, other characters
Party: 1 / 1
Rating:
PG Word Count: 1411 (W)
Alerts: Crossover, slash
Summary: - Do not find them beautiful? - Tom cried in ecstasy, running up the companion and proudly display a lock of hair.
- In truth, I preferred the first. - The drummer said flatly, trying to illuminate the cave with a cigarette lighter outlet.
- In truth, I too: I find a lot of OOC ... you know, little Mary Sue here. -
Notes: -will be a crossover? Well, you indicate
.- A special thanks to Clare, who plotted with me this wonder, to which Sara has contributed to the sclera on the text of the Master Plan, and Amber, who dreams of Draco, Severus loves and still listens to - After three long years-Tokio Hotel.
Chia, my muse, that's all yours.
In your shadow I can shine
Gustav turned cautiously and buckled a powerful nudge in the ribs of Tom.
- What the hell is it? - Muttered the guitarist pulling a dread with extreme admiration.
The other sighed and continued the way they were in the dark in the den, take care to make as little noise as possible.
- Do not find them beautiful? - Tom cried in ecstasy, running up the companion and proudly display a lock of hair.
- In truth, I preferred the first. - The drummer said flatly, trying to illuminate the cave with a cigarette lighter outlet.
- In truth, even I said, I find a lot of OOC ... you know, little Mary Sue here. -
Gustav took out a stick * the back button of his jeans, pulled a match from the left sock and got out so beautiful and bright torch.
- You change, Tom. - Muttered, shaking what had once been a fluffy hair streaked from one of the few things capable of curdling Adam Lambert.
- Do not call me that! - Rasta growled. Gustav
ignored him and asked: - Do you think if Adam cables right now that you and I are together? - Tom Kaulitz
settled the huge sweatshirt and let out a verse of doubtful meaning.
- might simply be to do surgery for the scar, there was no need to get up mica eight-inch and take a similar tonnage! - Muttered in mock disinterested tone.
Regardless, Adam would not have ever been completely indifferent.
- My mother does not like. Unlike someone else, that will undoubtedly love it! -
Tom snorted, unconvinced.
- Forget about me ... -
- Tom Kaulitz, guitarist of Tokio Hotel! -
The two boys walked for a couple of hours in the endless dark tunnel, until they reached a grassy area that contrasted immensely with the previous view.
The air was fresh and crisp and the moon shone in a wide range, beyond which was visible a house that Gustav could never forget.
- La Tana ...? - Tom whispered halfway between admiration and bewilderment. Gustav nodded
moved, shaking hands with the companion transport. While the two
to hammer home, a plump woman rushed out of it and literally threw him to the drummer, who dropped the makeshift torch still in his hand.
- Ginny! Oh, Ginny dear! - Molly Weasley sobbed, clutching the boy, while Tom looked up to heaven.
At that moment out of my burrow a lanky red-haired boy, a girl from kinky hair and a leonine-looking young rebellious and exuberant.
- Ginny ... Oh God became man indeed! Good thing Dad is at work, or else ... - Ronald murmured aghast, making step one foot from sensitive girlfriend.
- Shut up, Ron! If you say so, remind Fred that George has referred to an intervention! -
- But he was missing an ear ... - the boy defended himself weakly.
- Yes, but there was no need to be set up that hair. - Fred muttered gloomily.
- Well, now they call Georg Beef ... - Ron said, earning a second trampled.
Meanwhile, Gustav and Tom had greeted the whole family, despite the identity of the guitarist had remained a secret.
That night, Molly, Ron, Hermione and Fred found themselves in the kitchen, strictly in the dark, to discuss Tom.
- It is with Bill and Ginny, right? It 's a friend of theirs for sure. - Generalized Fred casually, deliberately omitting the name of the twin.
- But I have not yet figured out why Bill also has been made to redo it completely. It is becoming just a fad! - Ron said with conviction.
- He's running away from Fleur: it has become a kind of stalker, so he has solved the problem of scarring and the stifling of his wife in one fell swoop. - Mom Weasley said with more than a hint of satisfaction.
- In any case, he began Hermione, calmly sipping his whiskey-Arsonist 's only person who can tell us something about Tom is ... Harry Potter. -
Adam Lambert was carefully enameled fingernails black, when his phone rang and the notes of "Snape, whataya Want From Me?" Spread in the room.
- Hello? - Said the singer all perky.
- Harry! How are you doing? - Shouted in his ear to the voice of Ron, who evidently had not understood how to use a phone.
- Ron, do you want from me? -
- Could you be a bit 'more friendly ... - muttered the red felt.
- Oh, no, sorry, I was just rehearsing for my text. I'm fine, you? Here in America everything is fantastic! Lovely! And then, well, I have a number of fans, not to say ... -
Ron coughed awkwardly.
- Yes, of course, Harry, look, I wanted to ask you a question: is not that you have news of Tom Kaulitz? -
the other end of the phone, Adam cursed because the bottle of nail polish was overturned, scattering its precious contents on the kitchen table.
- How do you say? - Asked-Kaulitz? When do you say to your brother Bill that I'm dying to go shopping with him? -
- Er, soon. But I was talking the other Kaulitz: Tom. - Ronald said, nothing short of thrilled.
Adam laughed heartily, amused and slightly bitter.
- You mean Tom Marvolo Riddle! - quiet said, wiping the glaze with a piece of paper towel soaked in acetone.
Ron gasped and began to hop on one foot, throwing into consternation mother, brother and girlfriend, who helplessly watched the show.
Molly grabbed the phone to his son and took over-the-situation very bravely.
- Harry dear, how are you? - Voice purred with myeloma.
- Very good, Mrs. Weasley, her? - Adam replied, asking for the bottle of nail polish what she wanted from him.
- Well, my dear. Okay, very quickly, tell me you would know who is actually Tom Kaulitz? -
Molly went with the interview as only she could do, while Ron muttered apparently meaningless phrases such as "What does You-Know-Who Want from Gustav?"
- Lord Voldemort. - Adam sang, performing one of his famous high notes, to increase the pathos of the situation.
Molly Weasley nearly fainted, attacked the call in the face of the poor boy survived and slipped the phone on the floor.
- Voldemort! - Ron howled.
- I do it out of me, on behalf of the ear of George, or George, if you prefer! - Fred jumped up and rushed upstairs to the bedroom where she slept Gustav and Tom, before anyone could stop him.
Fred held his breath and opened the door trying to avoid any unnecessary noise. The darkness was all around him, but could not possibly turn the wand to locate the bed of the Dark Lord.
How could he do?
- Psst, Fred! - Said Hermione's voice behind him.
The boy looked terrified, but changed his expression when he saw that the young man was holding out, tied on a string, the pygmy Puffola had once belonged to Ginny.
- Keep the other end of the wire and let go of Puffola. Certainly recognize the smell of your sister and go on his side! Good luck! - Fred
carried out and walked toward the side opposite to that he had slipped the little beast.
- I'll kill you, Voldemort! In the name of the hair by Georg Listing! Avada Ke ... -
- Shut up! Viagra and I'm not afraid to use it! I am Tom Kaulitz, also known as the Lord ... obscure -
- Honey, I told you to stop watching all those cartoons. Fred, Mom, Ron, Herm-Gustav began with a deep sigh, turning to all the newcomers-I love Tom. I met him in a totally different environment than where you used to see you. Sure, maybe he gets better with the wand with Gibson, but I feel for him a sincere affection, that nothing will change. Because I know that Tom has changed and needs me. In my shadow he can shine. - The drummer smiled sweetly.
- Oh, well, I can shine anywhere! I am Lord Voldemort. Accio Viagra! -
* this is a wand to the battery
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