A/N: (the world's LONGEST author's note) This particular writing focuses less on Nicole and more on Harry.... I can't help it!! There's only so much messing with a piece of writing that my muse will let me do! But I do think this is the better work-- my other one, "The Fanfiction from Heck" had nothing but what was nessecary but the plot; this one had a couple of asides. Rest assured, I like it and I think you will too. Get ready for a longie! This is over 100 pages-- but don't be discouraged-- it keeps the attention quite nicely. The print is also large. ;-) But it is somewhat confusing, as it's a bit of a massive crossover of various books-- and unless you've read as many books as I have (and that's on HELL of a lot), then just treat anyone from another book like I made them up. Also, the PG rating on this is NOT just for show.

The names "Nive" and "Eoren" really should have a little accent mark on the capital E and the i, but those are WAY too hard to do in HTML. (Which (just to show off my knowledge) means "Hyper Text Markup Language".) :::::sigh:::: I'm such a Hermione..... For all you peeps out there who liked "Maidenly Innocence. Sort of. Well, no." there's a bit of a mention of "Jimmy Sunshine" whiskey! (And yes, you have to be eighteen to buy it and twenty-one to actually drink it... although it is good as a cleaning substance, as you will find.)

Oh, and this is chaptered. I don't have it all up yet, but I will soon..... when I finish WRITING it, that is. (Please, if you spam/flame me, be gentle. I don't have a day in the schoolweek where I don't have something afterwards. My schedule is.... erm, busy.)

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. No, I don't own Nicole OR Sophie. They own me. Naevaerland and its, erm, rather-- excuse me, REALLY strange inhabitants belong to Spamwarrior, as does Stephanie Barry, and Tananda (a.k.a. "Tanda") belongs to Robert Asprin in his book "Another Fine Myth" and its counterparts, although I did make up her last name.

Another Sector of Hell-- Madness Returns
-- The Fanfiction from Heck part 2
(a.k.a. Harry Potter and the Return of the Dark or "Nicole 2")
(sequel to "Harry Potter and the Cross-world Adventures"
or "The Fanfiction from Heck" OR "Nicole 1")

Chapter 1
Peeves' Problem

Peeves the Poltergeist skimmed the tops of some suits of armor before landing safely on the floor so he could maneuver his wheelchair through the threshold of the door that lead into Professor Dumbledore's office.

Damn that Nearly Headless Nick! He'd done this to him- put him in a wheelchair of all things, for Goodness's sake. The least wanted thing of Peeves was several broken leg-bones. But a least a wheelchair was better than crutches, which he'd almost been forced to use, he reminded himself. For that, he could be grateful.

"Good morning, Peeves," said Sophia Willow, brushing past him. Sophia Willow was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, after their previous one, Harria Crystal, had turned out to be an evil Fleur Delacour. Fleur had sold her soul to Voldemort, becoming his mistress and his agent in the school until a dragon which a student by name of Nicole had attracted forced her to reveal herself. Fortunately, the dragon had carried her off; it was left to the depths of the imagination to say where Fleur was now.

Probably a dragon belly, thought Peeves with grim humor. He had never liked Crystal/Fleur. But then, he didn't like Sophia Willow either.

Professor Willow was a nice person, although her name was certainly opposed to her build. Instead of being long, willowy and graceful, (like one would expect) she was broad shouldered and hipped, with blonde hair and greenish eyes. She was tall enough, and presented her own kind of grace and charm. She looked very European, with a slightly hooked nose and a pretty face.

Peeves heard a mewl and, looking down, saw Filch's scrawny cat, Mrs. Norris, looking up at him disapprovingly, as if she knew his very thoughts. Peeves had always wondered why Mrs. Norris was called Mrs., but on the occasion of asking Filch, the caretaker, he had received an angry look and a "she is, and that's that! Don't ever dare to mention that around me again!" Peeves wondered why Filch was so touchy on the subject, but even he knew better than to ask.

At that moment Professor Dumbledore's gargoyle jumped aside, and there was a grating noise as the door slid open. No one was on the stairs that led up to the Headmaster's Office. "Wha?" said Peeves blankly. "Why'd you open?"

"I figured that if you wanted to see Professor Dumbledore badly enough to stand there for five minutes a little piece of stone like me's not gonna stop you," said the gargoyle in a deep voice. "It hurts when people kick me, did you know that? Like that Harry Potter kicked me two years ago.... man, I'm tellin' ya, he might have saved the world, but he could have a little more respect for the working decents like me. Besides, I know you. You painted daisies all over me last year. "

"Mmm," replied Peeves, not really interested. "Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well bug Professor Dumbledore about having a magical replacement for my wheelchair."

"But Professor," whined Peeves fifteen minutes later. "You know it could be done--"

Dumbledore peered, amused, at the simpering Peeves before him. "Peeves, my dear poltergeist," he said in a voice as deep and old as the gargoyle's, "I think we both know that this wheelchair will help keep you out of-- trouble. Remember the silly wedding portrait?"

Peeves' mouth split into a wide grin. "OOOOH--"

"Yes, well, I'm sure you see what I mean," interrupted Dumbledore. "There's no need to go reminiscing about it."

"Of course not, Professor," said Peeves, and flew out the door and down the stairs. Moments later, there was a loud crash followed by several thump!s and a loud "OW!!"

"Oh dear," mumbled Professor Dumbledore, trying hard to suppress a smile--

Peeves had forgotten it was a spiral staircase again.

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A/N #2: All right folks, I know that was pathetic, but it sets the stage for some pranks. Anyway, the next chapter is better. Go read it.

Lizyrd