Welcome to Chapter Eight of the Hogwarts Chatroom. I am going to try my best to update regularly with long chapters. For any slash lovers, I'd like someone to help beta my story on EverlastingDevastation
As usual:
Disclaimer: I wanted the rights to Harry Potter for Christmas. But JKR wasn't going to give it to a thirteen year old girl, even if it was Christmas. So damn.
Warning: Non-HBP compliant. Language
Please note that I will not put a list of character screen names in here because there is no chatroom segment in this particular chapter. This IS Sixth Year. As always, please rate and review.
Now we can start,
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Hogsmeade Weekend.
Also known as 'Let Us Torture The Boys' Day. The boys were dragged reluctantly out of bed by Hermione and Ginny amidst grumbling and yelling. They also had to drag Hannah out as she, unlike the rest of the girls, was a late riser. After an hour of yelling, grumbling and glares, they finally managed to go down to the Great Hall to meet the Sirens for breakfast. Ron put his elbow in his toast, Harry sulked, Hannah was smirking gleefully, Hermione acted like a mother hen and the remaining Sirens stared blankly at the bunch of them.
They were barely out of the Hall when a snarky voice called out to them.
"So Potter, hanging out with the Weasel and the Mudblood wasn't enough and you had to add more to your pathetic entourage?" said Malfoy, striding up to them. One could note that he stayed away from Sarah who's teeth were bared in a show of animalistic defiance. "We have Dark Royalty, a vampire, a cold-blooded murderess and a Siren," he said, pointing to each girl in turn. The Sirens went pale while the other three got mad. "What are you talking about, Malfoy?" asked Harry, flushed with anger. "Oh, you mean they didn't tell you? I would have thought that they would have told you," he said, walking away.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron. "He knows something we don't," muttered Hermione. She turned towards the girls. Immediately, two ran away at almost the speed of light and the others transformed into animals and ran away. The trio stared at the retreating Sirens and gaped in shock. Hermione was the first to recover.
"Harry, do you think Malfoy was telling the truth?"
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"Oh fuck," said Hannah. "Oh fuck sounds about right," replied Sarah. The four of them had landed just out of sight near the carriages. Zoey walked up to him and said in her most regal voice. "Zoey Iris, Sarah Connor, Vivian Carlyle and Hannah Allen," Filch ticked off their names and they got into one carriage. Hannah leaned out the back window and petted the Thestral in order to make it move.
"What are we supposed to do? How does Malfoy know?" said Hannah, worriedly. "Well, I didn't expect to keep my secret for very long," mused Vivian. "Vivian, you were disinherited from Voldemort himself. I'm being targeted by all the Voldemort-supporting Pureblood families for killing Rodolphus Lestrange," said Sarah, panicking. "Well, that's fine and dandy, but unlike you both, I'm not exactly human!" spat Hannah. "Well what about me? I'm fucking DEAD," yelled Zoey. "Look, calm down Hannah, your powers are going out of control," said Vivian, putting a hand on her shoulder. Hannah narrowed her blood red eyes at them, clouded slightly by the lenses of her glasses but she changed back.
They arrived at Hogsmeade and looked around. Zoey suddenly looked up. "The trio's here. They've spotted us. Quick – split up!" she said, hurriedly and everyone ran in different directions. Hannah ran towards Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, Zoey towards the Shrieking Shack, Vivian towards The Three Broomsticks and Sarah to the most unlikely place; Madam Puddifoot's.
"Oh bugger, they've split up. How are we going to find them?" asked Harry, looking around. "I'll go get Sarah and Zoey, Ron, you get Vivian, and Harry, you'd better find Hannah," said Hermione. "Excuse me, why do I get the one who's Dark Royalty?" asked Ron. "Okay you can pick Dark Royalty, vampire, Siren or murderess. You can either handle the daughter of a dark bastard, an undead entity who sucks blood to survive, a seductress with the powers of a Veela or the murderess. I'd go with the one who doesn't like to kill people," said Harry. Ron blinked and ran after Vivian.
Hannah was in the WWW, pretending to browse the darker products. She went up to the Weasley twins. "Excuse me, but where are the Smoke Pellets?" she asked, innocently. "Oh, it's over there," said Fred, pointing. She said her thanks and picked up the economy size. "That will be seventy five Sickles and four Knuts," said George. She paid and walked out of the store only to come face to face with Harry. She shrieked and began to take off.
Five Seconds Later
"Harry mate, you need something?" asked Fred. "OH FUCK! I was supposed to catch her," yelped Harry, running off. "Happy to help, mate!" yelled Fred. "What did you help him with?" asked George. "Dunno. Must've been important though," he replied. "Anyway, back to work!"
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In The Shrieking Shack
Zoey came face to face with Catherine Southenboard who was sitting idly on the bed. "FUCK. What are you doing here?" she yelped, all self-composure leaving her. "I knew one of you would come here. I just didn't know it would be you who came here, vampire," said Catherine, a sadistic smile on her face. "I don't give a damn about who you are but don't call me that," growled Zoey, her eyes turning red.
"Ah – but isn't that what you are?" said Catherine, lacing her fingers together. Zoey walked up to the Slytherin and grabbed her by the collar. "I know what I am and I know that I am not one of those penny scrapping fuckers who kill for fun and for money," she growled. "Ooh… Scary Nosferatu, I didn't come here to antagonise you. If I were you I would put me down because here comes Hannah," said Catherine. "Huh? What the fuck are you talking about, woman?" demanded Zoey.
At that point, Hannah barged into the house. She stared at Zoey lifting Catherine up by her collar. "WHAT THE FUCK? DO YOU WANT SARAH'S TITLE OF COLD-BLOODED MURDERESS?" she demanded, wide eyed. "I don't want that fucked up title but I've killed more than her," growled Zoey. "Oh…ja, bye-bye!" she turned around to go out. She then stopped dead in her tracks. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! HARRY'S GONNA CATCH ME! Gotta hide, gotta hide…" she screamed, diving under the bed. "Um, Hann? I can still see you," said Zoey. "NO YOU CAN'T! I'm invisible!" she yelped.
"Wow. That was fast. Her swings are proceedingly getting faster and faster," said Zoey. "Yup. Actually her brain is like a little swing in her head and as time goes by it gets faster and faster due to something called love related stress. So I'm guessing that she is in fact in true utter love with Harry Potter. Is it not true E.D?" said Catherine. "E.D? Are you…" said Zoey. Hannah gasped. "-a guy?" asked Zoey looking confused. Catherine giggled as Hannah went bright red with anger. "Catherine Southenboard you arse hole," growled Hannah. Then Harry walks into the room. There is silence except Catherine's scribbling on a notepad. "Hannah- is-a-guy," she whispered as she wrote. Harry blinked.
"Hannah is a guy? Huh?" he said. "I'm NOT a fucking guy! I am a female through and through. SO the moral of the story is DO NOT listen to Catherine Southenboard!" yelled Hannah. "Here come the rest," said Catherine. "WHAT THE FUCK?" she screamed. "Rest? What do you mean by 'rest'?" yelled Zoey. Catherine remained quiet, which made Zoey blow a fuse. She grabbed Catherine by her collar again and screamed "Tell me now or so help me I shall-" she broke off midway through her rant because she heard footsteps and voices. "Fuck. Hermy, Ron, Sazzy and Viv are here," growled Zoey. Hannah shrieked. "I'M NOT HERE," she shrieked, slamming herself inside the cupboard.
Ron and Hermione came in, dragging Viv and Sarah in. "Um – do cupboards usually shake like that?" asked Ron. Hannah let out an ear-splitting shriek before bursting out of the cupboard. "THERE'S A DEAD BODY IN THERE," she yelled, latching on to the nearest arm. Harry blinked down at her. She met his gaze and shrieked loudly before grabbing onto Sarah. "SAAARAAAHH…" she whined. "Hann – you're fifteen. Get. A. Grip," said Sarah. "I'm sixteen next month," said Hannah, pouting. "I'm a hundred effing years old," muttered Zoey. Everyone looked at her. "It's true," she replied, shortly. No one dared defy her.
"Last one to school is Malfoy's girlfriend!" yelled Hannah, transforming into her customary black falcon and flew off. "WAIT FOR ME!" yelled Zoey, beginning to flit away. Sarah shook her head and Vivian sighed. "No one can beat them," she said. "I can! Bye-bye," said Catherine and disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Ron was wide eyed. "That one REALLY scares me,"
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