RPG

The last Gunslinger Crow Cementerio had a splitting headache he felt like a professional just beat the crap out of him for 10 rounds straight. He opened his eyes a little to be blinded by bright lights and loud noises causing him to groan loudly. Slowly the gunslinger began to open his eyes again to take in everything in a steady flow once his eyes and head adjusting to the light he found himself in a unrecognizable place. Crow was in a dorm room it seemed it was a nice size room filled with some chairs and couches a table and a desk. There was a large fireplace in front of Crow that was filling the room with its heat and warmth, the cowboy was currently sitting in a large maroon chair. Crow also that there were people in this room as well they look like students wearing matching uniforms and they were here and there some were chatting while others wrote on parchment with ink and quills there were a few who were studying from books. Crow quickly notice one thing about the students’ uniforms all of them had the same emblem on the left breast a griffon inside a red and gold shield and underneath of that there was written Gryffindor in gold.

Crow slowly began to take in himself and realized that his clothes were different as well instead of wearing his usual cowboy attire Crow was wearing an indigo and silver sleeveless vest that has black buckles that kept it close underneath that he was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and black gloves on his hands along with black pants with a silver and indigo belt attached and black boots that had spurs on the back. A smile slid over his face he like the new attire but then his eyes grew wide where was one of his prized possession the cowboy hat that was pasted down to him from his grandfather. Where is it? Where is my hat? I need my hat where is it? The gunslinger began to panic as he shifted in his chair and then sighed in relief seeing just on the shoulder of the chair he quickly grabbed it and put it on, Thank god. Crow then began to realize he had the pink ribbon with a gold bell attached to it around his neck that was a gift from his girlfriend Toni. Crow noticed he was wearing a indigo and silver holster as he reached behind him his eyes widen he slowly took out what was suppose to be his revolver Quicksilver, instead of the custom revolver that was made out the indestructible metal orichalcum Quicksilver now appeared to be a wooden toy. The gun was a toy wooden revolver, the wood was silver and across the barrel of the toy Quicksilver was written in gold, there was also something also about the toy gun he was holding Crow could tell the wooden gun had a core that was made from orichalcum. “My gun! What happen to Quicksilver!” All of the students then turned towards him looking worried and scared one of the students, a girl who look to be 15 with short curly brown hair and freckles approached him placing her hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay Professor Crow?”

Suddenly an eruption of memories occurred in the gunslinger mind a violent clash of what seem like two completely different lives one involved what Crow knew was real that he had lived but the other was a strange one that could not be real but yet they were Crow’s memories he remembered every single touch, taste, sight, sound, and smell. They were the memories of him having a custom made wand, going to Hogwarts and graduating, then being a demon/creature hunter then returning to Hogwarts to become the Care of Magical Creature teacher. Ahhh my head what are these memories! Crow nearly fell out of his chair but regain composure once his saw the kids becoming afraid. Then it all occurred to him, Hogwarts, Gryffindor, wands, Care of Magical Creatures I have some how been warped into the world of Harry Potter and I’m a teacher the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. The gunslinger then to out his gun/wand, Quicksilver it now my wand, I had it custom built for me well at least it stills a gun. Another student a young boy who looked like he was 14 with blonde hair and blue eyes walked up to him, “Professor Crow I know you would to hang up here and all but shouldn’t you be getting down to your class. Isn’t it going to start soon?” More “Hogwarts” memories burned into Crow mind these were of having a class in about 30 minutes and always coming and hanging out with Gryffindor students because he was also a Gryffindor. The gunslinger sat up slowly smiling a little as he began to walk out of the dorm, “Yea your right I should get down to my class.” Before he could walk out of the portal another student ran up with a duster coat, “Wait Professor Crow don’t forget your coat.” The student handed Crow a silver duster coast with short sleeves, the gunslinger smiled as he took the coat and threw it and left the Gryffindor dorm. Despite the smile Crow was anxious and his head felt like it was about to spilt open as more many began to fill his mind and clash with his actual memories. I need to found out what the hell happen to explain how I got here then I need to get out of this place. I just hope I’m not the only stuck here.                   

Out on the ground of Hogwarts; yes Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizarding from the J.K. Rowling popular book series Harry Potter, only a few feet in the Forbidden Forest the last Gunslinger and currently the Care of Magical Creatures Teacher Crow was holding his wand/wooden revolver, Quicksilver, aiming at a tree testing his powers. In between his glasses the gunslinger walked out here to the forest that was prohibited to students and began testing his powers to unfortunate results, Crow had learned that because the gun was wooden and not real it didn’t shoot bullets meaning that his signature Railgun technique was absolute in this world which was deeply upsetting because it was that technique that earned him his nickname The Railgun in his actual universe thinking about that brought about more “false positive” memories these were of the development of a different nickname, 200 million Volts Crow, as his memories clashed in his mind Crow feel down to knees holding his head with one hand, “Ahhhhhh! My head! It hurts so much!” Damn it everything brings up memories its like trying to hold back a broken faucet. Crow slowly sat up regaining control over him self, since he came out to the grounds this morning the violent headaches and clash of memories from two different lives had become a frequent thing. I figure once I remember everything up to this current date this should stop, the gunslinger thought to him self as he steadies and aimed his gun preparing to test his powers even more. He had discovered that while he could not shoot bullets anymore he could still pull the trigger on this wooden gun and when he did he felt electrical energy building up in the gun he could feel the voltage increase from the recent memory he realized that 200 million volts must be a max of some sort. He had already tested some different degrees of voltage the weakest being 1 volt which small lightning “bullets” that would barely hurt a fly but enough to sting a little and the more recent 1 million volts which fired powerful bolts of lightning, the gunslinger could only imagine what 200 million volts would do. Crow also discovered that he could cast all the spells a wizard of his talents could though his gun but they were fired like a bullet, and because he still retained his gunslinger accuracy and his 20/2 vision in this world he could cast spells more accurately then a normal wizard. This brought a smile to his face; it’s good to know that even in a Harry Potter universe I’m still the most accurate in this world. Well I guess I tested my powers as far as I can without being redundant. Besides I think my class is starting soon and are they in for a treat. As Crow walked he fought back the numbed pain of a head ache as memories of what he had plan for his class last night filled his head.

Crow walked out of the and took a seat on a nearby stump as his class approached. The early students were about a yard away so Crow decided that he give his accuracy a quick test he took out his “gun” and aimed a male student pointing at the kids book casually, Hmm now let see I read the books let me remember a spell if I can, instead of remembering a spell word form the books Crow’s mind filled itself with a lifetime of spells sorting though the new information and pain was a bit much so he just picked a simple spell. Crow muttered under his breath his head hurting to much to use non verbal spells, “Expelliarmus” The wand fired a bullet like version of the disarming spell hitting the students book, in the exact spot Crow aimed from a little less than a yard away, the book feel into the air and hit the ground causing the unfortunate student to run after it and a smirk to appear on the gunslinger or currently the gun wizard’s face. Yeah I still got it even it this universe. Thank god all those carrots I ate when I was younger and all that training I be pissed if I got screwed out of my skills because of J.K. Rowling.

Crow head was killing him as more and more memories clashed and filled his head, thankfully they were becoming more recent but still Crow was forced to grab his head and close his eyes fighting back tears. The pain subsided for now allowing Crow to stand up and look around most of the class had arrived now and they all look anxious at his recent display of pain, it didn’t help that word that got that he was acting strange in the Gryffindor dorm. Crow flashed a quick reassuring smile to his students and gave them a thumb up speaking optimistically and cheerfully, “What’s wrong class you look like you seen a dragon?” A few of the students laughed at this remark, from what the cowboy could tell this was a fourth year class. I got to admit as crazy as this universe is, it’s pretty nice to be a teacher and help kids learn. Crow smiled at the class as he spoke; “Now you probably all heard I was acting strange earlier but no need to worry, rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” The class began to laugh at his joke and worried a little least about their teacher strange behavior. ‘Okay good now that, that is out of the way I hope you all enjoyed your weekend and did your homework I will be collecting that at the end of class.” The 200 million Volts, Wizard winced as memories of homework and the weekend flowed in he look around the class taking a mental roll call as painful headaches caused by memories of each student filled his head. Yep they are all fourth years it seems that good from what I taught so far they are the nicest and smartest of the all the grades at least fifth years. “So does everyone remember what Friday lesson was? Now I know you all had a long weekend I sure did that one trip to the Three Broomsticks I will remember. A word from your elders class never….and I mean ever mix Fire Whisky and Butterbeer.” The atmosphere lighten up more as Crow walked back and forth in front of his class making sure everyone was attended to today then he saw him standing next to the boy who books he shot with his spell was a certain 12 year old, black hair sky blue eyed boy wearing an eye patch along with a set of Slytherin robes. A boy, Crow recognize immediately and knew that he was not from the Harry Potter-verse, Caius Weaver heir to the Weaver estate who Crow had encountered to unfortunate results that being a trip to an Erotic Night Club. The gun wizard mind was filled with new memories but unlike the memories from his life as wizard, that came in an even flow, these were fragmented and filled with blackness almost like walking though a dream they were also from the real-verse. Crow remembered going to Caius house because the boy wanted something and then blackness. Crow shouted without thinking, “CAIUS WEAVER YOU LITTLE….” Thankfully the cowboy caught himself it would not be good if his students heard him finish that sentence, he quickly changed his tone to one of faked politeness and flash a half ass fake smile, “Prodigy can you please remind us what we learned Friday.”                

Crow thought that for a minute that Caius would answer normally as he watched the 12 year old boy kick his feet and replied to his teacher’s question about what the class learned on Friday, "Of course I remember Professor Crow!" The gunslinger smiled but the smile and his hopes of normalcy vanish once Caius jumped on his desk, "Professor Crow is my favourite teacher of all time! Not only is he smart, and his lectures as entertaining as that TV show 'The Bachelor', he is dashingly hansom!" Crow faced immediately turned red as a tomato, oh dear god I really step into it this time, Crow suddenly felt like the sun got ten times hotter when he saw the young heir give him a playful wink, "I would never forget what the amazing, brilliant, and fantastic professor Crow taught us!" The 20 million Volts Wizard smirked unwilling and he appreciated the Weaver’s heir compliments, that handsome young man certainly knows how to butter my toast….WAIT?! WHAT?! Crow suddenly came to a terrifying realization, Oh god the mental influence Caius put on me back at Zella’s club is still in effect even in those universe DAMN IT!!!!! Crow wanted to throttle the little brat and make him pay as he frantically ran his hands though his hair thinking that somehow that might erase the mental violation. The class giggled at Caius’s little game and Crow’s reaction once the gun-wizard returned back to “reality” Caius was now sitting again and smiling at Crow letting the cowboy know he was having fun mind fucking him. "Back to your question, Professor Crow, I believe you were telling us about Dementors. And other soul...." To worsen not only Crow’s embarrassment, blush, and torture Caius groaned the next words, " sucking fiends." The class busted out in laughter expect for Crow of course who was moments away from grabbing Caius by the neck and strangling him the only good thing was that Crow was sure Caius was done with his game (WRONG!) Caius gave Crow a devilish and seductive smile, that the poor Care of Magical Creature teacher felt attractive to thanks to some mental manipulation, "Professor Crow, enlighten us. What sucks harder than a Dementor?" The class collectively giggled and Crow was internally steaming mad, I’m going to kill him, I’m going to kill Caius Weaver I’ll take him out to the , shoot him and leave him for dead. As Crow planned murder he remembered the down side to being a teacher, I can’t do anything to him I’m suppose to be a teacher if I lay one hand on a single hair on his head I’ll be jinxed and cursed by every teacher in the school. Crow anger built as his tried to think of a way around this and a smile slip over his face, I am a teacher and this is supposed to be Hogwarts I’ll punish him. “I don’t know Caius maybe you can tell us how bad detention sucked when you have it with me this Saturday night. And you know what I think your little show deserves a reward. How does 50 points from Slytherin sound? And because everyone thought it was so funny 10 points from every other house as well.” The gunslinger turned his back on the class smirking thinking he won Caius little mental game. That should teach that snot nose little brat a lesson I probably just made the whole class pissed at him. Crow turned back to the class with his usual smile ready to start today’s lesson.

“Okay now that Mr. Weaver had his fun, I believe its time for today’s lesson. Today I have a very special treat for you all but it is located deep in the Forbidden Forest.” Several students began to whisper to each other some excited some nervous about what the treat could be and why it is in the Forbidden Forest Crow just continued over their excitement, “Now I know that the other teachers have told you to stay away from the Forest but don’t worry I will be there with you and I will make sure nothing harms you no matter what.  Now class if you would all be so kind to start into the forest just follows the path I made designated by the golden orbs.” The students began to get up and walk into the forest but instead of taking lead of his class Crow had eyes for one 12 year old, “Caius you stay behind I want to talk to you real quick.” Some students giggled remembering Caius performance and make rude jokes and comments about what they were going to “talk” about but once they were all out of hearing range Crow walked over to Caius slamming his hand down on the boy’s desk, “Okay Caius spill the beans! What the hell is going on?! All of a sudden I wake up in Gryffindor dorm room and I’m a teacher at Hogwarts! I highly doubt that this is just coincidence that you are here as well so what is going on why are we in a Harry Potter universe, if this even is a universe maybe the who world was changed so that everything is magic and spells. And I swear to go if this is some weird sex fetish of yours that won’t be enough teachers or wizards in this world to hold me back from you.”  

The truth hit Crow like a ton of bricks and the memories that filled his mind hit him like two tons, I’m in…..aaahhhh my head….that’s not possible….aaaahhhh it hurts so much…..how did I get sucked in here…..aahhh make the pain stop. Crow saw images of him going over Caius’s house, a portal of sorts opening, him being sucked in said portal, and then this world. This isn’t a universe or dimension this is a dream, Caius’s dream…..aaaahhhh the pain…it feels like someone is splitting my head open. The gunslinger could only say one word as he feel down to his knees gripping the desk for support he could here loud banging coming from the castle apparently someone was having fun, this was actually Retrias Voltlaire casting spells on the boggart in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Crow was seconds from passing out but first he only gasped, “Caius.” Crow would have been out for a good hour but before he could fully be passed out an ear splitting, hair raising scream of terror echoed though the grounds to Crow and Caius. Crow shot up in an instant he could tell that the scream was that of a girl and it was not good Crow was up despite his head being in immense pain and moving. He ran at his top speed, despite not being able use his electricity to enhance his speed further he was still incredibly fast, Crow grabbed Caius by the waist and ran though the forest bouncing off trees to propel himself even fastest. The 20 million Volt wand looked down at the 12 year old heir and telepath his other hand grasping his head to keep it from bursting even though he was smiling still Crow’s voice was very serious, “Listen Caius this ain’t over between me and you we are going to the third floor corridor to inspect it but not before we explore this world and make sure that we are not the only ones here. And when we do get back and oh yes we will get back to reality I swear I’m going to make your brother pay for this and then you.” Crow then smiled down at the boy with the wicked most intentions in mind for the telepath “For the record detention with me is going to suck really, really hard.” Crow smirked at the young boy and uncharacteristically gave him a wink, probably because of the metal influence was even stronger in Caius’s Dream World.

Crow and Caius were in the Forbidden Forest where the rest of “Professor Crow’s” Care for Magical Creature class was supposed to be they had arrived at the origin of the scream in a matter of seconds. Crow quickly let Caius go on a large root and ran forward. “What wrong I heard a scream was someone attacked, is anyone hurt?” The gun wizard made a mental inventory of the class and figure out that everyone was there but they were all terrified and not speaking that is until one 4 year girl spoke up in a shaking voice, ‘Pro…Professor what…is…is….THAT!?” The girl was pointing at something in front of her and Crow ran up accidentally bumping into a few kids feeling disoriented because of the still present splitting headache he was expecting to see a creature of unimaginable horror and was preparing to draw his gun from the holster underneath his duster coat but what he saw instead was a large creature thrashing about in a cage larger than the creature itself. Crow eyes could see what the students couldn’t the creature was a large Hungarian Horntail Dragon, a very angry one for that matter, and this was today lesson a smile slid over Crow face as he sighed in relief and turned to his class who looked like they shit themselves. “Well class I hope you like my surprise for all of you. Today’s lesson is about dragons and you all know I’m a hands-on kind of teacher so I thought the best way to teach you guys and gals about dragons is to show you one up close. After constant persistence the school allowed me to have this “little” baby shipped in.” By the look on some of the students face they couldn’t believe this their teacher had a dragon shipped to the school for study this was possibly the most reckless, dangerous, crazy, creative, and genocidal teaching method in school history. “Don’t worry class Junior here, yes Thomas the dragon’s name is Junior” Crow addressed a 4 year with black hair and hazel eyes who was about to ask if this was a joke not was the dragon really named Junior. “Junior is completely harmless” Crow mumbled the next part, “As long as he is in his cage.”

Crow continued speaking causally like they were doing book work, “So before we get to Junior here, let’s talk about what we know about dragons already what about you Spellcharmer? What can you tell us that we you already know?” Crow asked a sweet looking Ravenclaw with short curly red hair and freckles who had proven to be the smartest in the class numerous times Spellcharmer, her first name being Cindy, spoke in a shy voice but loud enough for the class to hear over the dragons roars, “Dragons are known in all cultures around the world but are most prominent in, Japan and China many buildings have statues of dragons out front and on roofs.” Crow smiled this was true and a bright bit of insight to the respective cultures, “Good one Spellcharmer five points for Ravenclaw. It is true that China and Japan view the dragon with great respect. Because I am a demon/creature hunter I have been to both those countries once or twice and dragons play a big part in their mythologies uniquely Chinese dragons are representative of the Chinese Emperors of old.  Japanese dragons are more associated with water and have a more serpentine appearance. A few Slyterhins smirked at this news; anything that made the snake mascot of Slyterhin even cooler was a good thing because it gave them something to boast about. Crow continued though still smiling the dragon still thrashing about in its cage causing some children to shift nervously, “Also let us not forget Europeans also have a unique history with these creatures’ muggles read about them in fairy tails that involve a knight slaying these beasts to rescue a princess.” This caused a mix reaction among students some laughed at the aspect of someone killing a dragon wearing a suit of armor, others felt pity for muggles who believed such lies, some felt the knight rescuing a princess was romantic and courageous. The reactions were divided among houses, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws felt it was ridiculous and impossible to perform such a feat, Slyterhrins felt that people who believed that were stupid and ignorant want to be knights and princesses, and the Gryffindors felt that this was a true show of courage and or romance. Crow continued talking over the students, “Okay who else wants to tell us something else they knew about dragons…what about you Ingram?” Crow smirked at a Gryffindor with shaggy brown hair and deep green eyes who was talking to a friend about how he would kill a dragon if he was a knight and was caught off guard being put into the hot seat. “Um…they are big.” The class began to laugh at the hysterical and the most obvious answer even Crow laughed a little; poor Jacob Ingram turned a violent shade of red. “Yes Ingram they are also big. I believe Junior is a testament to how big they are. Anyone else want to share with us other than their size what else do dragons’ posse? What about you Humbler?” The gun wizard called on a chubby Hufflepuff, Joseph Humbler, the boy thought hard and remembered something from some stories, “Dragons can also breathe fire and sometimes be poisonous.” Crow smiled Joseph may have been a few bullets short of a loaded gun but he did have a few things other than food on the brain, “Good the whole fire breathing is a bit obvious not as obvious as being big.” He shot a glance at Jacob Ingram, “But being poisonous is a few things some people forget and is a deadly mistake some dragons can have poison laced claws and fangs. Now it’s not as deadly as basilisk poison but it definitely number two or three on the list. Remembering something that most people forget is worth 10 points for Hufflepuff.” Crow scanned the class as Junior got angrier and angrier and let out a few snorts of fire. “Now back to Junior he is a Hungarian Horntail; so what can who tell me about them class?” The cowboy left this question open to anyone in the class who knew the answer.