Disclaimer: Okay, I am taking this totally seriously. Ms. Rowling is an
awesome writer, and someday, I wanna be like her, except writing for
adolescents (who read HP anyway). But that's in the future, and I live NOW,
so obv. I'm borrowing her characters for my plot.
VIII: Why He Avoided Shadows
A month passed at Hogwarts. It seemed someone had sprinkled Felicia's Magickal Faerie Dust over the school and improved things. Of course everyone had secrets, though these were well known by nearly the entire faculty and student body. Grades were at an all time high, and Dumbledore began to examine his food to see if the house elves were adding some magical ingredient.
But not everything was quite so beautiful and perfect as one would assume.
"Well, Bea honey, I asked you here for a reason."
"Yes Harry?"
"Well, I uh, love you." Harry's heartbeat ran higher than ever. He had never, ever told anyone he loved him or her, except his parents in his deepest, most private dreams.
"Oh Harry."
"Well, yes, that's all. Let's go to dinner." Given her response, he did not assume things had gone swimmingly.
"I do too."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do. But I'm not allowed."
"What do you mean?"
"Harry, I have to tell you a long story."
"Am I going to like this?"
"I don't think so."
"What is it?"
She inhaled and tried to regain confidence.
"Don't say a word. Let me talk."
"Mmmmhhmmm."
"I'm not like you. I don't mean I'm not a pureblood. I mean I have no blood. I'm well, a Figment." She sat down and looked into the air in front of them.
"Wha—"
"You said I could speak. Okay, well, I'm not really a witch; rather, I'm the product of a spell. I was created to protect something. In essence, I'm a hand made assassin."
"Of who?"
"Anyone that threatens the Orb. You."
"You have to kill me."
"Yes and no Harry. Lucius Malfoy created me. He controls my mind but not my body. I can fight his presence in my head. He doesn't have time to be there all the time."
"Have you be trying to seduce me for his purposes?"
"Harry, no!"
"Bea?"
"Harry, I swear I love you. I've been working really hard. He can barely touch my thoughts."
"So I'm in love with a shadow."
"Just about."
"Does the shadow love me back?"
"Incredibly so."
***
Draco Malfoy slipped into Hermione Granger's Head Girl Suite. It wasn't difficult. His cousin Caspian had given him magical locks pick for Christmas and her room was only the next one over from his. It was dark, but he could see how classily the décor has been arranged. Obviously two girls were living there; the canopy beds met at the headboards and were arranged at an angle so that the footboards were quite apart. In between, a small glass table was laden with magazines and books. The walls were obviously painted bright colors, and the windows had been curtained in velvet and silk.
"Nice taste." He muttered. He was looking for something incriminating about Hermione and Caspian. Old Caspy had annoyed him in the last few weeks, mainly by mingling with the mudblood. He looked around and ended up in the private en suite bathroom. And then he saw a blinding flash of light.
Light in a huge round ball, that was concentrated like a lamp, and floated unsupported in the darkness. He knew what it was. Father definitely wouldn't want his prized Orb in a mudblood's bathroom. Draco would let them find it there. Yes, he would, and when they did, Ms. Granger would be the premier thief
***
Mimi Olu carefully smeared eye gloss over her slim Asian eyelids. Ron was going to take her to Hogsmeade tonight. She knew he thought she was divine, now she would prove it to him. She adjusted her slim black trousers and pale green shirt with lace trim. Her black hair had a swishy quality, and long eyelashes framed glassy black eyes. She thought she should wear heels, but decided instead to wear her trusty four and a half inch slip on black clogs. This looked good, she knew. She looked just perfect.
***
Ron was worried. He was seven and a half minutes late for his dinner with Mimi. And Harry had burst in with some long story. Leave it to Harry to ruin tonight for him. He planned to ask Mimi to the Swan Soiree, which was in two months. But Harry didn't care. Instead, he mumbled incessantly about some assassin from Morellia he'd heard about from Malfoy.
***
"Something must have happened, Lucius."
"The child is a figment, she has no mind of her own. So explain to me why seven minutes ago she decided to tell her victim who she was, and promised not to kill him."
"Loophole, sir."
"What? Are you saying I may lose my Orb because of some mistake on your part?"
"No. I'm saying there is a loophole."
"Explain this loophole. Now."
"Emotion makes a wizard a wizard, or a witch a witch, or a human a human, or—"
"Speedy version."
"She fell in love. That made her real."
"F*ck."
"Please, sir."
"Go away."
VIII: Why He Avoided Shadows
A month passed at Hogwarts. It seemed someone had sprinkled Felicia's Magickal Faerie Dust over the school and improved things. Of course everyone had secrets, though these were well known by nearly the entire faculty and student body. Grades were at an all time high, and Dumbledore began to examine his food to see if the house elves were adding some magical ingredient.
But not everything was quite so beautiful and perfect as one would assume.
"Well, Bea honey, I asked you here for a reason."
"Yes Harry?"
"Well, I uh, love you." Harry's heartbeat ran higher than ever. He had never, ever told anyone he loved him or her, except his parents in his deepest, most private dreams.
"Oh Harry."
"Well, yes, that's all. Let's go to dinner." Given her response, he did not assume things had gone swimmingly.
"I do too."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do. But I'm not allowed."
"What do you mean?"
"Harry, I have to tell you a long story."
"Am I going to like this?"
"I don't think so."
"What is it?"
She inhaled and tried to regain confidence.
"Don't say a word. Let me talk."
"Mmmmhhmmm."
"I'm not like you. I don't mean I'm not a pureblood. I mean I have no blood. I'm well, a Figment." She sat down and looked into the air in front of them.
"Wha—"
"You said I could speak. Okay, well, I'm not really a witch; rather, I'm the product of a spell. I was created to protect something. In essence, I'm a hand made assassin."
"Of who?"
"Anyone that threatens the Orb. You."
"You have to kill me."
"Yes and no Harry. Lucius Malfoy created me. He controls my mind but not my body. I can fight his presence in my head. He doesn't have time to be there all the time."
"Have you be trying to seduce me for his purposes?"
"Harry, no!"
"Bea?"
"Harry, I swear I love you. I've been working really hard. He can barely touch my thoughts."
"So I'm in love with a shadow."
"Just about."
"Does the shadow love me back?"
"Incredibly so."
***
Draco Malfoy slipped into Hermione Granger's Head Girl Suite. It wasn't difficult. His cousin Caspian had given him magical locks pick for Christmas and her room was only the next one over from his. It was dark, but he could see how classily the décor has been arranged. Obviously two girls were living there; the canopy beds met at the headboards and were arranged at an angle so that the footboards were quite apart. In between, a small glass table was laden with magazines and books. The walls were obviously painted bright colors, and the windows had been curtained in velvet and silk.
"Nice taste." He muttered. He was looking for something incriminating about Hermione and Caspian. Old Caspy had annoyed him in the last few weeks, mainly by mingling with the mudblood. He looked around and ended up in the private en suite bathroom. And then he saw a blinding flash of light.
Light in a huge round ball, that was concentrated like a lamp, and floated unsupported in the darkness. He knew what it was. Father definitely wouldn't want his prized Orb in a mudblood's bathroom. Draco would let them find it there. Yes, he would, and when they did, Ms. Granger would be the premier thief
***
Mimi Olu carefully smeared eye gloss over her slim Asian eyelids. Ron was going to take her to Hogsmeade tonight. She knew he thought she was divine, now she would prove it to him. She adjusted her slim black trousers and pale green shirt with lace trim. Her black hair had a swishy quality, and long eyelashes framed glassy black eyes. She thought she should wear heels, but decided instead to wear her trusty four and a half inch slip on black clogs. This looked good, she knew. She looked just perfect.
***
Ron was worried. He was seven and a half minutes late for his dinner with Mimi. And Harry had burst in with some long story. Leave it to Harry to ruin tonight for him. He planned to ask Mimi to the Swan Soiree, which was in two months. But Harry didn't care. Instead, he mumbled incessantly about some assassin from Morellia he'd heard about from Malfoy.
***
"Something must have happened, Lucius."
"The child is a figment, she has no mind of her own. So explain to me why seven minutes ago she decided to tell her victim who she was, and promised not to kill him."
"Loophole, sir."
"What? Are you saying I may lose my Orb because of some mistake on your part?"
"No. I'm saying there is a loophole."
"Explain this loophole. Now."
"Emotion makes a wizard a wizard, or a witch a witch, or a human a human, or—"
"Speedy version."
"She fell in love. That made her real."
"F*ck."
"Please, sir."
"Go away."