AN: Hi and welcome to Nyctophobia. I took this down because I wasn't
writing it but I decided to put it back up. I'm probably going to take
down my other one cause I hate it.
Disclaimer: IT'S MINE! ALL MINE! No... not really. It's J.K. Rowling's. DARN!
*blah blah blah* is thought
CHAPTER 1: CLUB SHATTER
Hermione Granger smiled at the girl dancing with her. The club's music was starting to give Hermione a headache, but she didn't care. She nodded towards a couple of guys watching her and her friend. The black haired girl gave a knowing, predatory smile. She raised her voice to be heard above the music. "Nah. Trust me, Mya. They have way too much alcohol in their systems. What did I say about innocents? Anyway, you have to get off the fresh stuff. After all, you do have to go back to that school of yours."
Hermione smiled at her savior. "I miss my friends a lot, but I don't wanna leave America. I mean, I finally got rid of my accent! Although, it does make the guys here think I'm even sexier." Hermione snickered and her raven-haired friend led her off of the dance floor and to a high table. "Not only am I gonna miss this place, but I'm gonna miss you!" Hermione gave a sad smile. "I'll have to face my friends. They'll want to know what happened, where I disappeared to after... you know... and why I didn't stay with the Weasley's when it happened."
Her friend's black eyes stared back into her own, before changing back to their normal icy blue. "Mya, I told you that I had something to tell you, didn't I?" The girl smirked. "I'm going to Hogwash."
Hermione squealed and threw her arms around her friend. "Oh my goodness, Rayvin! Why didn't you tell me! But you aren't a witch!"
Rayvin smiled evilly. "I'm indirectly related to that dear headmaster of yours. I was a witch before. I pulled a few strings. He already knows what happened."
~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rayvin grabbed the man's hand from stopping its reach for the pretty brunette's throat. "What the HELL do you think you're doing to this poor girl, Jorge?" Rayvin glanced past him farther into the alley. The sight of the two others doing the same to the others as planed for the poor girl sickened her. She turned her eyes back to Jorge. "No. I won't allow it! You can't!"
Jorge backhanded her. Rayvin slammed into a brick wall and slid to the ground in a heap. "Watch me."
Jorge was about to continue his task, when he heard Rayvin, one of his exes, growl at him, "At least give her a choice. She's so young!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione shuddered before throwing a questioning glance Rayvin's way. "And how exactly did he know what happened?"
Rayvin rolled her eyes. "Mya, what did I tell you about Dumbledores? They have an uncanny way of knowing things. I didn't tell Albus." Rayvin slowly surveyed the room. Jorge nodded at her from a table across the room. Rayvin growled under her breath before turning back to Hermione.
Hermione smiled. "Don't let Jorge get to you. You know he misses you. I still can't believe you had the courage to dump him all those years ago."
Rayvin smirked at her friend. "I'm just special. That and I've always been both stronger and smarter than him. I wasn't prepared that night. If I had been, you wouldn't be in this situation." Rayvin placed her head in one hand and refused to look at Hermione.
"I'm glad." Rayvin looked up at her in surprise. "I had nothing to live for really. I probably would have killed myself once I got alone anyway."
"But, what about-"
"Harry and Ron? Yeah, I know. They would have missed me. But Harry's had to deal with a lot of death. One little Mud-blood wouldn't make much difference to him." Hermione giggled.
"Damn. You might be even more cynical than I am! No...wait...still me." Hermione rolled her eyes. "He misses you, Mya. Anyway, at Hogwash, I'm not going to be a student." Hermione threw her a 'DUH' look. "Ok, ok. I'm going to be more of your protector." Hermione looked scandalized. "Don't look at me like that! I'm going to have to have you watch my back there. There be hunters at your school, lassie." Rayvin reverted back to her Irish brogue for the last sentence. Both girls laughed until they heard an ever so polite English voice say "Excuse me?"
They both stopped abruptly and turned to face the young man. He smiled a lazy smile. "Hello, I'm Richard. Richard Pacton. What is your name?"
Rayvin smiled at him and glanced at Hermione, who could easily see Rayvin's anger. *Well...this aught to be interesting. Wonder how far she'll go?* "My name?" Here, Rayvin placed one of those stupid, fake, girly giggles. "I'm Jane. Jane Doe."
Richard smiled at her. "Would you like to dance Jane?" Hermione struggled not to laugh.
Rayvin gave a sad little smile at the boy. "I can't. We were just about to leave." Rayvin looked at her watch. "I'm already in hot water with my parents as it is, and if I'm out past curfew again, I'm dead!" Rayvin gave a sexy little pout before sliding off of the stool, with Hermione doing the same.
"Well," started Richard, "are you free tomorrow night?"
Rayvin rolled her eyes over at Hermione before turning around and smiling at him. "Yes."
"Cool, so would you meet me at the entrance at 7?"
Hermione scowled and grabbed Rayvin's wrist. "Yes! She will! Now! IF WE.DON'T.GO.NOW.WE.WILL.BE.LATE!" She punctuated each word with a jerk on Rayvin's wrist. "Come on Jay!" Hermione pulled Rayvin out of the club. As soon as they were out, they ran down the street and then down an alley.
Rayvin burst out laughing. "Thank you so much Mya! I owe you! It took all of my willpower not to put the guy out of his misery." The two girls kept walking, keeping to alleyways, since they were faster, even though they could be dangerous. The two girls finally made it to Rayvin's apartment and flopped down onto their beds.
Disclaimer: IT'S MINE! ALL MINE! No... not really. It's J.K. Rowling's. DARN!
*blah blah blah* is thought
CHAPTER 1: CLUB SHATTER
Hermione Granger smiled at the girl dancing with her. The club's music was starting to give Hermione a headache, but she didn't care. She nodded towards a couple of guys watching her and her friend. The black haired girl gave a knowing, predatory smile. She raised her voice to be heard above the music. "Nah. Trust me, Mya. They have way too much alcohol in their systems. What did I say about innocents? Anyway, you have to get off the fresh stuff. After all, you do have to go back to that school of yours."
Hermione smiled at her savior. "I miss my friends a lot, but I don't wanna leave America. I mean, I finally got rid of my accent! Although, it does make the guys here think I'm even sexier." Hermione snickered and her raven-haired friend led her off of the dance floor and to a high table. "Not only am I gonna miss this place, but I'm gonna miss you!" Hermione gave a sad smile. "I'll have to face my friends. They'll want to know what happened, where I disappeared to after... you know... and why I didn't stay with the Weasley's when it happened."
Her friend's black eyes stared back into her own, before changing back to their normal icy blue. "Mya, I told you that I had something to tell you, didn't I?" The girl smirked. "I'm going to Hogwash."
Hermione squealed and threw her arms around her friend. "Oh my goodness, Rayvin! Why didn't you tell me! But you aren't a witch!"
Rayvin smiled evilly. "I'm indirectly related to that dear headmaster of yours. I was a witch before. I pulled a few strings. He already knows what happened."
~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rayvin grabbed the man's hand from stopping its reach for the pretty brunette's throat. "What the HELL do you think you're doing to this poor girl, Jorge?" Rayvin glanced past him farther into the alley. The sight of the two others doing the same to the others as planed for the poor girl sickened her. She turned her eyes back to Jorge. "No. I won't allow it! You can't!"
Jorge backhanded her. Rayvin slammed into a brick wall and slid to the ground in a heap. "Watch me."
Jorge was about to continue his task, when he heard Rayvin, one of his exes, growl at him, "At least give her a choice. She's so young!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione shuddered before throwing a questioning glance Rayvin's way. "And how exactly did he know what happened?"
Rayvin rolled her eyes. "Mya, what did I tell you about Dumbledores? They have an uncanny way of knowing things. I didn't tell Albus." Rayvin slowly surveyed the room. Jorge nodded at her from a table across the room. Rayvin growled under her breath before turning back to Hermione.
Hermione smiled. "Don't let Jorge get to you. You know he misses you. I still can't believe you had the courage to dump him all those years ago."
Rayvin smirked at her friend. "I'm just special. That and I've always been both stronger and smarter than him. I wasn't prepared that night. If I had been, you wouldn't be in this situation." Rayvin placed her head in one hand and refused to look at Hermione.
"I'm glad." Rayvin looked up at her in surprise. "I had nothing to live for really. I probably would have killed myself once I got alone anyway."
"But, what about-"
"Harry and Ron? Yeah, I know. They would have missed me. But Harry's had to deal with a lot of death. One little Mud-blood wouldn't make much difference to him." Hermione giggled.
"Damn. You might be even more cynical than I am! No...wait...still me." Hermione rolled her eyes. "He misses you, Mya. Anyway, at Hogwash, I'm not going to be a student." Hermione threw her a 'DUH' look. "Ok, ok. I'm going to be more of your protector." Hermione looked scandalized. "Don't look at me like that! I'm going to have to have you watch my back there. There be hunters at your school, lassie." Rayvin reverted back to her Irish brogue for the last sentence. Both girls laughed until they heard an ever so polite English voice say "Excuse me?"
They both stopped abruptly and turned to face the young man. He smiled a lazy smile. "Hello, I'm Richard. Richard Pacton. What is your name?"
Rayvin smiled at him and glanced at Hermione, who could easily see Rayvin's anger. *Well...this aught to be interesting. Wonder how far she'll go?* "My name?" Here, Rayvin placed one of those stupid, fake, girly giggles. "I'm Jane. Jane Doe."
Richard smiled at her. "Would you like to dance Jane?" Hermione struggled not to laugh.
Rayvin gave a sad little smile at the boy. "I can't. We were just about to leave." Rayvin looked at her watch. "I'm already in hot water with my parents as it is, and if I'm out past curfew again, I'm dead!" Rayvin gave a sexy little pout before sliding off of the stool, with Hermione doing the same.
"Well," started Richard, "are you free tomorrow night?"
Rayvin rolled her eyes over at Hermione before turning around and smiling at him. "Yes."
"Cool, so would you meet me at the entrance at 7?"
Hermione scowled and grabbed Rayvin's wrist. "Yes! She will! Now! IF WE.DON'T.GO.NOW.WE.WILL.BE.LATE!" She punctuated each word with a jerk on Rayvin's wrist. "Come on Jay!" Hermione pulled Rayvin out of the club. As soon as they were out, they ran down the street and then down an alley.
Rayvin burst out laughing. "Thank you so much Mya! I owe you! It took all of my willpower not to put the guy out of his misery." The two girls kept walking, keeping to alleyways, since they were faster, even though they could be dangerous. The two girls finally made it to Rayvin's apartment and flopped down onto their beds.
