Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
WHAT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED
"And here are your N.E.W.T. results." Professor McGonagall announced, passing out slips of paper to the seventh year students sitting in the Great Hall. I was eighteen, having had to take my O.W.L.s twice. My name is Marissa Blanch, and I'm a Slytherin. I looked at my slip of paper:
N.E.W.T. Results
Pass Grades
Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Fail Grades
Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
Marissa Arcta Blanch has achieved:
Astronomy D
Arithmancy P
Care of magical Creatures A*
Charms P
D.A.D.A. T
Herbology D
History Of Magic T
Potions T**
Transfiguration D
*Student prefers only to look after xxxx-xxxxx creatures.
**Student refuses to make anything but poisons.
I sighed. It would be much easier if I could convince my parents to transfer me to Durmstrang.
I left the Great Hall in a foul mood. I didn't want to do another year over. Someone would pay.
Specifically, the first year in front of me. "Hey, kid." I said, plastering a smile onto my face. "Having fun at your first year at Hogwarts?"
"Yeah!" He replied enthusiastically. "But the exams were a little hard."
"Oh?" I said. "Have you learned any cool spells?"
"Yes, there's this one spell-"
"That's really cool," I interrupted. By now we were in a deserted classroom. "I know a cool spell, too." I whipped out my wand. "SECTUMSEMPRA!"
The kid screamed and started bleeding from huge slashes in his chest. Laughing evilly,
I left him to die.
Four days later this was in the Daily Prophet:
At Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and
Wizardry on Thursday, the body of
Harry James Potter was discovered
in a deserted classroom. He appears
to have bled to death, and the
culprit was found: Marissa Arcta
Blanch. The eighteen year old does
not deny the murder, and was sent
to Azkaban this morning.
A Ministry insider says, "I don't
feel safe sending my children to
Hogwarts anymore. I've already sent
a letter to the American Academy of
Magic and Beauxbatons, but if it
comes to it, I will home school my
kids.
Two months after I arrived at Azkaban, the Dark Lord came to free his faithful followers.
And I was among them.
He explained that once Harry Potter was out of his way, he got hold of the Sorcerer's Stone and came to free us. And suddenly I was his most faithful, most trustworthy follower. And together, we took over the world.