Harry Potter and the Evil Faeries
Disclaimer: The only characters we own are Sin, Max, Rev, Ms. Raspen, Deena, and Crystal. The rest of the characters are owned by the author of Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling. Also, the song "Get the Party Started" belongs to the artist named Pink. Please don't sue us!
Summary: This is part of the series Mayhem at Hogwarts. This story is about two evil faeries, their two vampire friends, and their adventures at Hogwarts. It is rated R for some violence, and sexual innuendo (we do not go into detail, so don't get your hopes up.) Please no flames, we're poor little souls.
Chapter 1 The Newcomers
A girl with long, straight, blonde, red-streaked hair and green eyes was sitting in a compartment of the moving Hogwarts Express by herself. She was chewing gum, reading a magazine, and listening to her Discman all at the same time.
Suddenly another girl with long, wavy, red, silver-streaked hair and blue eyes burst into the compartment. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Oh, Deena, always the loner. Come and meet all these kids. We have to mingle."
Deena sighed, put the magazine down, and stood up. "Okay, but you'll have to do all the talking, Crystal, 'cuz once I start, I'll never stop."
"But that's the good thing about you. Come on, you'll be fine." And the two girls walked out.
They walked from compartment to compartment, looking for kids they could talk with. Suddenly they came to one with two boys and a girl in it. The girl was rather tall and had brown, bushy hair and brown eyes. One of the boys was tall and gangly with red hair. The other had messy, black hair and green eyes, and was only a few centimeters shorter than the other boy. They were sitting down, but stood up when they saw the newcomers. The two boys just gawked- they were both drop-dead gorgeous- but the girl walked forward and smiled. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. You're new, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Crystal said. "I'm Crystal DeMona. And this"- she shoved Deena forward- "is Deena Mancha."
"Say hi," she whispered to her.
"Hi," Deena said softly, her eyes shifting nervously at the strangers in front of her.
"She's just shy," Crystal explained. "But once she gets going, she can talk your ear off. Of course, I shouldn't be talking." She giggled.
Suddenly the red-haired boy, whose ears were now as red as his hair, spoke up. "Hey, are you guys from America? I mean, your accents are a lot different from ours. I'm Ron Weasley by the way."
"Harry Potter," mumbled the other boy. He was obviously not recovered yet from the shock of seeing the babes in front of him. At this the girls' two pairs of eyes both darted upwards to the lightening-shaped scare on his forehead.
"Yeah," said Crystal. "From Connecticut, actually. It's a state," she explained, seeing the confused looks on their faces. "We're 5th years."
"So are we," the other three chorused in unison.
"What house are you in?" asked Hermione. "We're in Gryffindor."
"We don't know yet," said Crystal. "I guess they'll tell us when we get there. Can we sit down here?"
"Oh, of course, by all means," said Harry. They all sat down.
"You two both have marvelous ensembles," said Hermione, her legs crossed, jiggling her foot. "Do all Americans dress that bloody wicked?"
"Oh thanks," said Crystal. "Yeah, pretty much." She was wearing a one- shoulder top with rhinestones arranged in a swirl pattern on the front and a short, blue leather mini-skirt. Her hair was done up in a bun with silver hair chopsticks, but left tendrils that framed her face, and she wore silver platform shoes. Deena wore a red keyhole top that showed her cleavage and a silver mini-skirt, which was as short as Crystal's. Her hair was done up in a messy ponytail. She was wearing red combat boots.
Suddenly a very handsome boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sneer on his face burst in. He was flanked on either side by two tall, strong boys. "Well, well, what do we have here? Two beautiful ladies, I see, and the Golden Trio. Do you plan on being friends with these Gryffindor losers? Hey, Weasley, are they your prostitutes whom you get paid for pimping? I bet your family's really using the money."
"Shove it, Malfoy," said Ron, standing up, rolling up his sleeves, and balling his hands into fists.
But to their surprise, it was Deena who came to his defense. "We're not sluts. Bitches, maybe, but not sluts," and she slapped the boy's face.
Surprised and wounded-looking, he spoke out of the side of his mouth to his cronies. "Come on," he said, and they left.
"Who were they?" asked Deena, still angry.
"Draco Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. They've had it in for us since first year. Yep, Slytherin, that's the house NOT to be in."
"Why?" asked Crystal.
"Because its been the house of more dark wizards and witches than any of the others."
'So?' thought Crystal. 'Nothing wrong with dark magic.'
"Well," said Deena menacingly, "If they come here again, there's going to be a WWE smackdown on the Hogwarts Express."
"WWE smackdown?" asked Ron.
"Wrestling," said Deena.
"Oh, well, don't get your hopes up," said Harry bemusedly. "You're not going to be able to wrestle Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy, maybe, but you gotta get past those two first."
'No problem,' thought Deena. 'I have a few tricks up my sleeve.'
Crystal, who saw the evil glint in Deena's eyes, and sensing her anger, said, "Maybe you should listen to some music."
"Okay," said Deena. She walked out of the compartment. A few seconds later she came back with her Discman and the magazine she had been reading earlier.
"What magazine is that?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Seventeen," she replied. "You can take a look at it if you want," she added, holding it up so they could see the cover.
Ron took it. "Wow!" he said with a gleam in his eye. "Britney! She's hot!"
'Guys,' thought all three girls at once.
Harry said, "Let me see it."
Ron passed it to him. "I take it this is a Muggle magazine. The pictures don't move."
"Yeah," said Deena. "It's really popular back in the States. For girls, that is." She put on her headphones and pressed a button on the Discman. She started singing along to her music: "I'm.coming up so you better get this party started. I'm comin'. I'll be burning rubber-you'll be kissing my ass."
'She's a good singer', thought Ron.
"What CD is that in your Discman?" asked Hermione.
"Pink Mizundaztood," replied Deena.
"CD?" asked Ron blankly. "Discman?"
"Compact Disc," explained Crystal. "You know, Muggle music?"
"I've never heard of Pink, but she must be popular in America. Are you two Muggle-born as well?" asked Hermione.
"What?" Deena slipped the headphones off of her ears so she could hear better. "Um-"
Just at that moment, they were saved. Malfoy opened the door.
"Don't look now," Crystal said, "but here comes Malfoy and his posse."
"Posse?" chorused Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"Posse, you know, Crabbe and Goyle," said Crystal.
"Oh," they said. Sure enough, there were the two idiots on either side of Malfoy.
Malfoy started to sneer. "Don't you Yankees ever do anything cool? I mean what the fuck?"
"Hey!" shouted Deena. "What the fuck do you think you're doing coming in here? Don't you know you're not welcome?" And with that, to everyone's surprise, she got up and pushed all three down. "That'll teach you not to mess with us," she said, dusting off her hands with a flourish. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Malfoy was sitting on the floor of the train, astonished. He had never seen any girl do that before. He was quite taken with Deena. 'Woah, I think I'm in love', he thought. But he wasn't about to admit that.
"See ya later, losers," was what he said. He motioned to his posse to follow him, and they left. But before the door was shut all the way, Malfoy could see Deena dancing, and she was really good.
'Man, she's got a nice ass,' he thought. 'But she already hates me! I don't have a chance with her.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- "That was so funny," Ron was saying. "Did you see the look on Malfoy's face?"
"Hey," said Hermione. "I think we should change into our robes."
"Yeah, so guys, scram!" said Deena.
Harry and Ron walked out hanging their heads.
Once they were gone, Deena said, "I've made a few changes to my robes." She took hers out and put it on, right over her clothes. It was cut as short as a mini-skirt. It also had a hole in the bust, so her cleavage was still showing. She slipped on a pair of fishnet tights, and then put her boots back on. She spun around, and modeled it for everyone. "So.waddaya think?"
"Er.it's nice," said Hermione, clearly disapproving of it. She thought it looked slutty.
"I don't do robes," said Crystal, pouting. "So I didn't bring any."
"Didn't bring any?!?!" exclaimed Hermione. "But, it's the rules!"
"So what? Rules are made to be broken. Come on, Deena, let's bounce. We still have some guys to check out. That Malfoy looked hot."
And with that, the two American girls stood up. "See ya, Hermione, bye!" they said, and stepped out of the compartment, passing Ron and Harry, who stood gaping at their asses as they walked away.
Hermione was now alone in the compartment. But not for long- seeing the girls were dressed, Harry and Ron came back in.
"Something's up with those two," Hermione said. "And I'm going to find out what."
"What are you talking about? They're beautiful!" said Ron.
"That's just it. Never judge a book by its cover, Ron. I think we should find out what house they're in. For all you know, they could be in Slytherin."
"You're crazy," said Harry. "They can't be. They're too nice."
Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Never mind," she said exasperatedly.
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That's all for now. In a couple days I'll add another chapter. In the meantime, please R/R!
Disclaimer: The only characters we own are Sin, Max, Rev, Ms. Raspen, Deena, and Crystal. The rest of the characters are owned by the author of Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling. Also, the song "Get the Party Started" belongs to the artist named Pink. Please don't sue us!
Summary: This is part of the series Mayhem at Hogwarts. This story is about two evil faeries, their two vampire friends, and their adventures at Hogwarts. It is rated R for some violence, and sexual innuendo (we do not go into detail, so don't get your hopes up.) Please no flames, we're poor little souls.
Chapter 1 The Newcomers
A girl with long, straight, blonde, red-streaked hair and green eyes was sitting in a compartment of the moving Hogwarts Express by herself. She was chewing gum, reading a magazine, and listening to her Discman all at the same time.
Suddenly another girl with long, wavy, red, silver-streaked hair and blue eyes burst into the compartment. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Oh, Deena, always the loner. Come and meet all these kids. We have to mingle."
Deena sighed, put the magazine down, and stood up. "Okay, but you'll have to do all the talking, Crystal, 'cuz once I start, I'll never stop."
"But that's the good thing about you. Come on, you'll be fine." And the two girls walked out.
They walked from compartment to compartment, looking for kids they could talk with. Suddenly they came to one with two boys and a girl in it. The girl was rather tall and had brown, bushy hair and brown eyes. One of the boys was tall and gangly with red hair. The other had messy, black hair and green eyes, and was only a few centimeters shorter than the other boy. They were sitting down, but stood up when they saw the newcomers. The two boys just gawked- they were both drop-dead gorgeous- but the girl walked forward and smiled. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. You're new, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Crystal said. "I'm Crystal DeMona. And this"- she shoved Deena forward- "is Deena Mancha."
"Say hi," she whispered to her.
"Hi," Deena said softly, her eyes shifting nervously at the strangers in front of her.
"She's just shy," Crystal explained. "But once she gets going, she can talk your ear off. Of course, I shouldn't be talking." She giggled.
Suddenly the red-haired boy, whose ears were now as red as his hair, spoke up. "Hey, are you guys from America? I mean, your accents are a lot different from ours. I'm Ron Weasley by the way."
"Harry Potter," mumbled the other boy. He was obviously not recovered yet from the shock of seeing the babes in front of him. At this the girls' two pairs of eyes both darted upwards to the lightening-shaped scare on his forehead.
"Yeah," said Crystal. "From Connecticut, actually. It's a state," she explained, seeing the confused looks on their faces. "We're 5th years."
"So are we," the other three chorused in unison.
"What house are you in?" asked Hermione. "We're in Gryffindor."
"We don't know yet," said Crystal. "I guess they'll tell us when we get there. Can we sit down here?"
"Oh, of course, by all means," said Harry. They all sat down.
"You two both have marvelous ensembles," said Hermione, her legs crossed, jiggling her foot. "Do all Americans dress that bloody wicked?"
"Oh thanks," said Crystal. "Yeah, pretty much." She was wearing a one- shoulder top with rhinestones arranged in a swirl pattern on the front and a short, blue leather mini-skirt. Her hair was done up in a bun with silver hair chopsticks, but left tendrils that framed her face, and she wore silver platform shoes. Deena wore a red keyhole top that showed her cleavage and a silver mini-skirt, which was as short as Crystal's. Her hair was done up in a messy ponytail. She was wearing red combat boots.
Suddenly a very handsome boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sneer on his face burst in. He was flanked on either side by two tall, strong boys. "Well, well, what do we have here? Two beautiful ladies, I see, and the Golden Trio. Do you plan on being friends with these Gryffindor losers? Hey, Weasley, are they your prostitutes whom you get paid for pimping? I bet your family's really using the money."
"Shove it, Malfoy," said Ron, standing up, rolling up his sleeves, and balling his hands into fists.
But to their surprise, it was Deena who came to his defense. "We're not sluts. Bitches, maybe, but not sluts," and she slapped the boy's face.
Surprised and wounded-looking, he spoke out of the side of his mouth to his cronies. "Come on," he said, and they left.
"Who were they?" asked Deena, still angry.
"Draco Malfoy and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. They've had it in for us since first year. Yep, Slytherin, that's the house NOT to be in."
"Why?" asked Crystal.
"Because its been the house of more dark wizards and witches than any of the others."
'So?' thought Crystal. 'Nothing wrong with dark magic.'
"Well," said Deena menacingly, "If they come here again, there's going to be a WWE smackdown on the Hogwarts Express."
"WWE smackdown?" asked Ron.
"Wrestling," said Deena.
"Oh, well, don't get your hopes up," said Harry bemusedly. "You're not going to be able to wrestle Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy, maybe, but you gotta get past those two first."
'No problem,' thought Deena. 'I have a few tricks up my sleeve.'
Crystal, who saw the evil glint in Deena's eyes, and sensing her anger, said, "Maybe you should listen to some music."
"Okay," said Deena. She walked out of the compartment. A few seconds later she came back with her Discman and the magazine she had been reading earlier.
"What magazine is that?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Seventeen," she replied. "You can take a look at it if you want," she added, holding it up so they could see the cover.
Ron took it. "Wow!" he said with a gleam in his eye. "Britney! She's hot!"
'Guys,' thought all three girls at once.
Harry said, "Let me see it."
Ron passed it to him. "I take it this is a Muggle magazine. The pictures don't move."
"Yeah," said Deena. "It's really popular back in the States. For girls, that is." She put on her headphones and pressed a button on the Discman. She started singing along to her music: "I'm.coming up so you better get this party started. I'm comin'. I'll be burning rubber-you'll be kissing my ass."
'She's a good singer', thought Ron.
"What CD is that in your Discman?" asked Hermione.
"Pink Mizundaztood," replied Deena.
"CD?" asked Ron blankly. "Discman?"
"Compact Disc," explained Crystal. "You know, Muggle music?"
"I've never heard of Pink, but she must be popular in America. Are you two Muggle-born as well?" asked Hermione.
"What?" Deena slipped the headphones off of her ears so she could hear better. "Um-"
Just at that moment, they were saved. Malfoy opened the door.
"Don't look now," Crystal said, "but here comes Malfoy and his posse."
"Posse?" chorused Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"Posse, you know, Crabbe and Goyle," said Crystal.
"Oh," they said. Sure enough, there were the two idiots on either side of Malfoy.
Malfoy started to sneer. "Don't you Yankees ever do anything cool? I mean what the fuck?"
"Hey!" shouted Deena. "What the fuck do you think you're doing coming in here? Don't you know you're not welcome?" And with that, to everyone's surprise, she got up and pushed all three down. "That'll teach you not to mess with us," she said, dusting off her hands with a flourish. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Malfoy was sitting on the floor of the train, astonished. He had never seen any girl do that before. He was quite taken with Deena. 'Woah, I think I'm in love', he thought. But he wasn't about to admit that.
"See ya later, losers," was what he said. He motioned to his posse to follow him, and they left. But before the door was shut all the way, Malfoy could see Deena dancing, and she was really good.
'Man, she's got a nice ass,' he thought. 'But she already hates me! I don't have a chance with her.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- "That was so funny," Ron was saying. "Did you see the look on Malfoy's face?"
"Hey," said Hermione. "I think we should change into our robes."
"Yeah, so guys, scram!" said Deena.
Harry and Ron walked out hanging their heads.
Once they were gone, Deena said, "I've made a few changes to my robes." She took hers out and put it on, right over her clothes. It was cut as short as a mini-skirt. It also had a hole in the bust, so her cleavage was still showing. She slipped on a pair of fishnet tights, and then put her boots back on. She spun around, and modeled it for everyone. "So.waddaya think?"
"Er.it's nice," said Hermione, clearly disapproving of it. She thought it looked slutty.
"I don't do robes," said Crystal, pouting. "So I didn't bring any."
"Didn't bring any?!?!" exclaimed Hermione. "But, it's the rules!"
"So what? Rules are made to be broken. Come on, Deena, let's bounce. We still have some guys to check out. That Malfoy looked hot."
And with that, the two American girls stood up. "See ya, Hermione, bye!" they said, and stepped out of the compartment, passing Ron and Harry, who stood gaping at their asses as they walked away.
Hermione was now alone in the compartment. But not for long- seeing the girls were dressed, Harry and Ron came back in.
"Something's up with those two," Hermione said. "And I'm going to find out what."
"What are you talking about? They're beautiful!" said Ron.
"That's just it. Never judge a book by its cover, Ron. I think we should find out what house they're in. For all you know, they could be in Slytherin."
"You're crazy," said Harry. "They can't be. They're too nice."
Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Never mind," she said exasperatedly.
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That's all for now. In a couple days I'll add another chapter. In the meantime, please R/R!