Title – In the Midst of Love and Evil (3/?)Chapter 3 – Your First Fight, Pretty Solider of Gryffindor, part 2/2
Author name – Empress of Chaos
Author email – empress@moonkitty.net
Category - Action/Adventure/Crossover
Keywords – SailorMoon, Hermione, Draco, Gryffindor, Crossover
Spoilers – All
Rating – PG to PG-13 (PG-10, maybe?)
Chapter Summary – Hermione's discovered that she's Sailor Gryffindor. Something evil is plotting something against the wizards and witches at Hogwarts, and it's something that Hermione knows she has to stop.
Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. Sailor Moon belongs to Dic (or whoever owns it now). No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note – My word! It's been a while, hasn't it? Anyway, my parents made me clean my room (^^;;) and I finally found the disk that had this chapter on it. I've probably lost what fans I had, but I might just hunt them down… ::writes down the idea:: Anyway, I'd like to thank my beta readers (you know who you are; I would have sent this to you first, but I was so excited, I just had to get this up) and the following people: Dommi, Bluejello, Ariana, key, BabySerenity, Black Aura (you changed your name!!), PrincessLesse, Sailor Tsunami, Jaded Cabbit, Hoshiko Usagi, Umbreon, and Sailor Chibi. And I'd like to thank the rest of the people reading this, because you were so interested in reading this you actually clicked it. Please, leave a review so I know who you are. Also, if anyone can think of a new summery for FF.N, I'll be eternally grateful! Empress
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In the Midst of Love and Evil
~ The story of Sailor Gryffindor ~
By the Empress of Chaos
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Chapter 3 – Your First Fight, Pretty Soldier of Gryffindor, Part 2/2
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As if on cue, the Great Hall filled with the students of Hogwarts, each a zombie of sleep and hunger. They growled and grumbled at each other until their food appeared, then occupied themselves with consuming the food and awaiting the arrival of the morning's mail. The owls came, delivered letters and packages (sometimes into the receiver's food), and left.
Normality existed in the Great Hall--for all was as normal as it could be--floating, flying, invisible to a mortal's eye. It swirled around the tables, students, and teachers like a large roller coaster. On some occasions, it was inhaled by an individual, which produced a tickling feeling in the nose of that individual.
A very short while after the owls left, Normality stopped. It hovered; hesitated. It made a noise, like a sigh of a normal wind, and disappeared without a trace. Poof. Gone. No more.
A shadowy figure entered the Great Hall, unnoticed, as Normality left. It wore a long pair of black robes—much, much darker than the color of the black Hogwarts' robes--with a hood that created a shadow over the face of the particular shadowy figure, almost like a dementor. With a sweep of its robes, a hand appeared, shooting a beam of… something… at the wall above the teacher's table.
That got everyone's attention. The students stopped eating; they stopped grumbling and growling and reading and whatever else it was that they did each morning. They must've noticed that all Normality was gone, as well, for they didn't move, nor did they take their gaze away from the strange figure.
The figure laughed evilly at their gazes of fear and curiosity. It extended two fingers on the outstretched, clutching the other three, and pointed it towards the Gryffindor table.
Up the hand moved.
Up went the nearest Gryffindor. The small second-year squirmed with all his might, but all of his effort affected nothing. He was still suspended in mid air, feet dangling just inches from the table.
A sixth-year stood up and tried to rescue the poor second-year, clutching his ankle as the second-year rose, but he was stopped by an odd magical force field of some kind. His grip released and he was forced to sit down again.
No body seemed to want to do anything. They stayed in their seats and watched.
The figure laughed even more evilly than before, and made a fist with his hand, the back of his hand pointed towards the floor.
The second-year gave a high-pitched scream filled with pain, then collapsed. Just above his head appeared pearl-colored sphere, which shimmered with a brilliant light, and with that, the now unconscious second-year fell.
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Some feeling… a strange and very strong feeling… seemed to overtake Sailor Gryffindor's mind and body. This feeling told her something was wrong, or was going to happen that would not be nice. One could only describe this feeling as a sixth (or seventh, if one could call it that) sense.
As strange as this new feeling was, it was a troubling one. Something else inside of her (whether it was common sense or some other new feeling) told her there was an evil presence amidst the stonewalls of the ancient castle; her mind then told her that she needed to find out what it was that was so troubling. Sailor Gryffindor agreed.
With new feelings in hand, she took off at a run towards the first place she thought of: the Great Hall.
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Many emotions ran through the crowd in the Great Hall, ranging from that of confusion to anger to just being plain scared out of what wit they had. But one thing was clear to those who'd just seen what had happened: something fishy was going on.
A couple of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs gathered around the body of the second-year. The poor thing wasn't responding to anything they did.
The hooded figure laughed some more. "Doesn't matter what you do," he said, "He won't wake up."
"Why not?"
The whole of the population of the Great Hall turned to face the entranceway. There, leaning against one of the great doors, stood a girl with a sailor's outfit on with a skirt. The skirt, bow, and cape were colored a deep scarlet red, while the rest were a brilliant gold. Her hair was long, brown, and bushy, and her eyes flashed a very dangerous shade of brown. On her forehead was a tiara with a stone in the middle that was the same shade of deep scarlet as her shirt, and it was surrounded by an aura of gold.
"Who are you?" snarled the figure.
"I should be asking you that, and what you're doing here."
"I," the figure, sounding as if he thought he was superior to all those around him, placed his hand upon his chest to indicate he was talking about himself, "am Gavin. And what I am doing here is clearly none of your business. Although, it wouldn't matter anyway, because you're not going to be here much longer."
"Oh, but it is my business, and I do intent to stay right where I am. I am Sailor Gryffindor," she took a step towards Gavin, arms still crossed, "Now tell me what your doing here, and-and I might be nice…"
An evil smile grazed across Gavin's face, showing the amount of laughter going on inside of his pale head. "What? A girl? Threatening me? You've got to be kidding me!"
Sailor Gryffindor watched as Gavin walked over towards the fallen second-year, seized the white orb, and turned his attention back towards Gryffindor. "I have what I came for. I'll be leaving now, that is, if you don't mind, little girl."
Before Gavin could do anything else, Gryffindor shouted "Flame Blast!" as both her arms appeared in front of her, guiding the sudden outburst of fire towards the pale man. Almost instantly, though, the flame hit a magical force field much like the one that surrounded the second-year.
Anger flashed across Gavin's face, but disappeared about as quickly as it had come. "I will be back, and when I do, you'd better not be here…" he threatened, growling through clinched teeth, then, with a wave of his hand, he disappeared.
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Classes for the rest of the day were canceled due to the "interruption". Hiroshi, the second-year who'd been attacked, had been taken to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey tried her best to revive the poor, none of which were successful. The rest of the school had been told to stay in their dormitories until further notice, or at least until the next day. Sailor Gryffindor was seemed to be the hot topic of the day, but since nothing was known about her, people created their own theories of why she was there, and more importantly, who she was.
Hermione sat on her four-poster bed and thought about the morning's happenings. She rolled the facts over and over in her head. Strangely enough, she'd known exactly what to do. She knew she hadn't been given instructions, but she still knew what exactly what she was doing.
When that was added to the rest of the facts, it only confused Hermione more (which used to seem like an impossible thing to do). What was the white orb, and why did Gavin – or whatever his name was – take it?
As the questions she needed to answer formed in her head, Lavender and Parvati bounced into the room, popping every one of Hermione's thought bubbles as they did.
"Hermione! Where were you this morning? I know I told you to wake up… You missed everything!" Lavender bounced onto Hermione's bed.
I didn't miss it, Hermione thought to herself. Then, playing as if she had indeed not been in the Great Hall earlier, she said, "What did I miss?"
Lavender and Parvati went into an explanation of what had happened. Hermione tried as best she could to pretend that she didn't know what was coming next. Their series of events, she did notice, were a bit more exaggerated than what she remembered. They had gone into a long series of attacks and blocks that she knew she didn't do, but other than that, it all seemed the same.
A new question popped into Hermione's head as the other two girls went off to do their own homework: How did she know what to do. It was like something had taken control of her body and mind… but why? Had something been trying to show her what to do? A possible theory, yes, but… But, but, but…
Hermione shook her head of the thought and pulled out her homework.
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I felt your presence this morning, but my eyes did not see you. Estelle stood dead center of the now empty dormitory. Were you…?
Hermione thought about this. Should she tell her about this morning? Before Hermione could answer, Estelle answered her own question as if she hadn't even asked Hermione in the first place.
Yes, I see…
"I guess you know the whole story of what happened this morning. If what Lavender had told was right, then… What was that thing that "Gavin" took from Hiroshi?"
The white orb? It is, or was, Pure Magic…
"Pure Magic?"
Pure Magic is the essence with in the core source of a magical being's power. If one loses their source of magic, it is said that they lose their soul. Almost like if one were kissed by a Dementor, dreadful things, they are.
"That's funny. I've never heard or read anything about Pure Magic. But still, what would someone want someone else's source of magic?"
I believe, it, if mixed with the right potion, can increase the drinker's magical power. I am not completely certain, but that is what I have heard. Not many know who to do those potions; the books they were written in are very hard to find.
"It's probably some scheme of Voldemort's… Should we tell someone?"
I do not think we should. You were given those powers of yours for a reason, and I think that this is it.
"You're saying it's up to me to stop this Gavin guy?"
Looks like it, Hermione.
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The next morning, the Great Hall was once again filled with Hogwarts students, only one less from Gryffindor. It seemed a bit quieter after what had happened. Most students and teachers were jumpy, watching for the return Gavin had promised.
Hermione ate her breakfast in silence, listening to Harry and Ron discuss their Divination assignment due that afternoon, and whether or not Trelawney knew of Sailor Gryffindor and her sudden arrival. Maybe it won't be that bad, she thought to herself as she poked a pancake with her fork, I could probably fit this new… thing… in somewhere… She smiled to herself, All I have to do it save Hogwarts and get my homework done on time… Nothing I can't handle…
Fluttering noises come from overhead; owls poured into the Great Hall like pumpkin juice into a goblet. From the mass of owl feathers, a light tan colored owl broke free of the main mass, and sailed down to the Gryffindor table. It flew once around the table, then landed between her and Ron, holding it's leg out for Hermione to take the letter.
She did so, wonder who'd write to her; the owl hooted happily at her, then took off, joining the rest of the owls as they left. Hermione then unrolled the letter and read it to quietly to herself.
All yours.
And her amulet gave off an even brighter golden aura than before, but no one noticed it.
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END
