CHAPTER SEVEN: FORESHADOWING!

When Harry left Akumanox's office, her mask collapsed and ask did she, collapsing into tears. Sadness turned into anger, anger to rage, and rage to hate. How dare he reject her like that? She was Akumanox Cullen-Hart, an Enjeru, child of angels! Surely anyone who rejected an angel from his heart must be a devil!

But wait. Personal hurt feelings wouldn't be enough to declare a jihad on the boy. First, she must find out if anyone else in her family had a problem with him. That would be easy enough. Then she had to find out more about the boy himself. That too was no challenge.

To find out if her family also had agrudge she touched her temple which accessed a telepathic link to anyone in her family.

"Torin," she said. Does the crown family grudge on Harry Potter?

And that's how she found out about her father's history with Harry's ancestors. To find out more about the boy himself, she could have read up on him since he was in oodles of history books but instead she chose to read the minds of the other students to see what they thought about him. Half the Muggleborn thought he was Buffy the Vampire Slayer in disguise. Hufflepuffs generally thought, "Harry Potter's a pretty cool guy. eh fights Voledmort and doesn't afraid of anything." Gryffindors vascillated between thinking he was okay and being proud of him to represent them, to being jealous that he got all the attention. Ravenclaws thought he was a little dull and not smart enough for them, except Cho Chang who was dismayed at his obvious homosexuality, and Slytherins thought he was a waste of potential and life itself.

He was rich, popular, good-looking in a scruffy kind of way, and Akumanox was determined to turn him straight or he'd die with her trying. Someone, she couldn't be bothered to read their mind to find out their name since Akumanox was more important than they were and couldn't be bothered to remember petty things like student's names, had seen Fleur Delacour kiss him two years ago and wondered idly if she was his fag hag and he the queen of France. She assured them in passing that that probably wasn't the case.

As she was heading back to her office, the annoying poltergiest that like to drop stuff on people's heads burst into song.

Nox Anne

You don't have to put on that red light

Walk the streets for money

You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Nox Anne

You don't have to wear that dress tonight

Nox Anne

You don't have to sell your body to the night

The students burst out laughing. Akumanox threw out a force field of paper flowers and black magic. The origami was actually more effective in holding them back since she'd used up so much of her black magic reserves to invade everyone's mental privacy. Then she stormed off the rest of the way to her office because she couldn't be bothered with these dullards. After all Akumanox was important and had important things to do.