The motivation for this fic came from reading several Mary Sue parodies as well as Mary Sue stories. I wanted to try to write a fic with an OC in it and keep it realistic, not to mention write some decent fiction.
Since English's not my first language this is a practicing piece for me, too, so bear with me if I make mistakes (Best point them out to me so I can correct them).
And the events in the 7th book partly happen later here because I started writing this before it was released and I didn't want to change my original storyline so heavily.
Disclaimer & Warnings: If I owned HP, would I have let Fred die? … No, I wouldn't have. So I don't own it, Rowling does. There, was that so difficult?
This story contains Spoilers for HP:DH and light slash in future chapters, though nothing graphic.
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Zero
The girl's body was spasming now, shuddering under the immense amount of being that was forced inside her. He felt himself being sucked in by her raspy breathes, his greyish body fading like smoke in harsh wind. The fear had long turned into rage, the pain only inciting it.
And there he stood, the man with the snake-like face, grinning smugly, nine men in black cloaks, their faces hidden by the hoods and masks, aligned in a halfcirle around the glowing signs on the ground.
That wimpy bastard!, he thought as his attempts to resist the pull grew weaker. I am so going to make you pay for this!! There was no way the girl's body would be able to contain such a large spirit like him; she would die and he would rip that damned smirk off the man's face.
And suddenly she pressed her lips shut, interrupting the ritual halfway to immaterialness. His eyes were still his own, therefore he could see her muscles tensing even more, struggling not to give in.
The glowing of the runes became brighter when they fought against stronger antagonism and the hooded men shifted slightly. The man with slitted nostrils just grinned and raised this weird stick-thing of his, pointing it at the girl.
"Crucio", he said.
"AAAAAHHH!!" Her mouth snapped open, releasing a scream of agony, a mere second before the blinding pain struck the spirit. Oh no…
And then he knew, he was lost. Her mind reached out for him with freezing fingers, fumbling along his back, enveloping him. He wanted to shout, to cry to make the pain subside, but it was just the cold numbness of her fainting self that could cease it. The man would not stop until he was caged inside the girl. And the last thing he felt was a ribcage, raising and falling with heavy breaths, of a body that wasn't his.
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Short, but it's just the prologue. The next chapters will become longer. Please review, and flames will be used to roast marshmallows (although they show at least that someone cared enough to make the effort XD).