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Mary Sue and the Defeat of Voldemort
A girl blinked her large, almond shaped, violet and gold-flecked eyes, and flicked her waist length, jet-black and streaked red (naturally so -she was born with it so) hair in a manner so innocent that Draco would be wrapped around her proverbial finger. She hated herself for doing it, and the guilt was overwhelming, but she had to make him see the error of his ways.
"Oh, of course -I never thought of it like that," he said, gazing into her multi-coloured eyes like they were portals to the very depths of her soul, "how could I have been so blind? My father has taught me so many wrongs!"
He sobbed and fell into her embrace, which she provided without another thought, "It's okay, Draco." she spoke soothingly, calming him with her melodious voice.
Draco lifted his head, paths of tears evident by the shiny trails they'd left on his cheeks. If only the world knew, he thought, that I cry for her, whom I can never have.
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"Hi Harry," said the girl, gliding into the seat next to him. Upon hearing her voice, Harry Potter knew he was in love all over again; a summer without hearing her voice was a summer too long.
"Hi Mary. Have a good vacation?"
"It was okay, I suppose -the usual: dad was drunk whenever he was in, and when he was out, he was with his latest lady-pals; so I had to look after the house and little Joey and Gary all by myself." Mary sniffed at the memories of her supposed 'free-time' how she wanted a normal life: free from her burdens. Why couldn't her mother have been an average witch, instead of a Descendant of the Sirens and sole heir of Gryffindor? A heritage to which she was now unchangeably stuck with.
"How're things with Voldemort going?" she asked, fiddling with a strand of hair and transfiguring the box in front of her with a mere flick of her hand.: she hadn't needed a wand since she was three, five months after she started doing magic.
Harry said, "Okay, there haven't been any attacks for a while. I'm worried he's planning something."
"You needn't, I'll sort everything out." she assured, "I heard some rumours… I'm going to check them out later."
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Post AN: There's only one more chapter. I am feeling very odd. I think it's the headache. Please R/R. This is only for a laugh.
Mary Sue and the Defeat of Voldemort
A girl blinked her large, almond shaped, violet and gold-flecked eyes, and flicked her waist length, jet-black and streaked red (naturally so -she was born with it so) hair in a manner so innocent that Draco would be wrapped around her proverbial finger. She hated herself for doing it, and the guilt was overwhelming, but she had to make him see the error of his ways.
"Oh, of course -I never thought of it like that," he said, gazing into her multi-coloured eyes like they were portals to the very depths of her soul, "how could I have been so blind? My father has taught me so many wrongs!"
He sobbed and fell into her embrace, which she provided without another thought, "It's okay, Draco." she spoke soothingly, calming him with her melodious voice.
Draco lifted his head, paths of tears evident by the shiny trails they'd left on his cheeks. If only the world knew, he thought, that I cry for her, whom I can never have.
***
"Hi Harry," said the girl, gliding into the seat next to him. Upon hearing her voice, Harry Potter knew he was in love all over again; a summer without hearing her voice was a summer too long.
"Hi Mary. Have a good vacation?"
"It was okay, I suppose -the usual: dad was drunk whenever he was in, and when he was out, he was with his latest lady-pals; so I had to look after the house and little Joey and Gary all by myself." Mary sniffed at the memories of her supposed 'free-time' how she wanted a normal life: free from her burdens. Why couldn't her mother have been an average witch, instead of a Descendant of the Sirens and sole heir of Gryffindor? A heritage to which she was now unchangeably stuck with.
"How're things with Voldemort going?" she asked, fiddling with a strand of hair and transfiguring the box in front of her with a mere flick of her hand.: she hadn't needed a wand since she was three, five months after she started doing magic.
Harry said, "Okay, there haven't been any attacks for a while. I'm worried he's planning something."
"You needn't, I'll sort everything out." she assured, "I heard some rumours… I'm going to check them out later."
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Post AN: There's only one more chapter. I am feeling very odd. I think it's the headache. Please R/R. This is only for a laugh.