Declaimer: Frankly Reader, I don't give a damn if you know it, but J.K.
Rowling owns all things HP (and that is NOT Hewlett Packard).
X: Unreasonable
"Belynn, my doll, come to me. I forgive you for being late. You are here, that is all that matters."
Belynn was tempted to shout, stay away you disgusting man. She had never really liked her owner; it was simply implanted on her brain that she must follow him. Now that she had her own mind, she realized how much she disliked the evil that emanated from his olive toned flesh. It calmed her to see that she really was good. Instead she acted coy and enslaved. "Of course, master Malfoy. What brings you here?"
This seemed to anger him.
"You absolute b*tch! You should be out of here by now. I have a million things to do. Harry should already be in the Orb! The year is half over. What in hell do you think you are doing?"
"I am sorry, my master, it is taking time."
"Why? People are telling me you have become real. Shall I believe these things? Or are you just ignoring my orders, flitting weeks of my time away kissing that horrid child?" Lucius's face had become twisted and angry, his shouting swelled the room. He nearly made Belynn cry.
"I am a Figment. Always, you know it. I could not escape it. I simply cannot trap Harry until I find his spirit, and so far, I have been completely unable to do so. The boy is impermeable to evil."
Belynn was in fact telling the truth. Though she had not tried to steel his soul at all, she had examined Harry seven thousand million times, and she new the inner workings of his spirit. He really was perfectly pure and safe. Voldemort would never own the boy, just as he had never owned Lily and James.
"Then make him permeable to evil, or I will boil you."
"Boil me?"
"Have you forgotten the stipulations of your very existence? Your spell exists only as a piece of paper. If I should choose to, I could simply place the paper in a cauldron and boil it. You would feel it. And you would disappear. Dissipated steam." Malfoy looked quite interested in his own suggestion. Belynn was quite fearful. But then she remembered. He cannot destroy me if I am no a Figment, and I most certainly am not.
"I will do as you ask, master. Have you other business?"
"With Potter!"
"Good sir, I do not know where he is." Belynn spoke only in formal tongue with Malfoy, trying to roughly imitate the slave girl who had spoken the way that pleased Lucius. She was not that girl. That was the most important of all.
"Luckily, Dummbledore is not as stupid as you and my wife and other women about, and should be able to help me. Poor Dumbledore has no clue what evil is. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Simply divine." Belynn sighed inwardly. The act was interfering with her current moral standing.
Mimi and Ron had heard every word. They did not know whether to be thrilled by and Academy Award winning performance or absolutely terrified. Was Belynn, enchantress, retired Figment, Harry's girlfriend, telling the truth?
X: Unreasonable
"Belynn, my doll, come to me. I forgive you for being late. You are here, that is all that matters."
Belynn was tempted to shout, stay away you disgusting man. She had never really liked her owner; it was simply implanted on her brain that she must follow him. Now that she had her own mind, she realized how much she disliked the evil that emanated from his olive toned flesh. It calmed her to see that she really was good. Instead she acted coy and enslaved. "Of course, master Malfoy. What brings you here?"
This seemed to anger him.
"You absolute b*tch! You should be out of here by now. I have a million things to do. Harry should already be in the Orb! The year is half over. What in hell do you think you are doing?"
"I am sorry, my master, it is taking time."
"Why? People are telling me you have become real. Shall I believe these things? Or are you just ignoring my orders, flitting weeks of my time away kissing that horrid child?" Lucius's face had become twisted and angry, his shouting swelled the room. He nearly made Belynn cry.
"I am a Figment. Always, you know it. I could not escape it. I simply cannot trap Harry until I find his spirit, and so far, I have been completely unable to do so. The boy is impermeable to evil."
Belynn was in fact telling the truth. Though she had not tried to steel his soul at all, she had examined Harry seven thousand million times, and she new the inner workings of his spirit. He really was perfectly pure and safe. Voldemort would never own the boy, just as he had never owned Lily and James.
"Then make him permeable to evil, or I will boil you."
"Boil me?"
"Have you forgotten the stipulations of your very existence? Your spell exists only as a piece of paper. If I should choose to, I could simply place the paper in a cauldron and boil it. You would feel it. And you would disappear. Dissipated steam." Malfoy looked quite interested in his own suggestion. Belynn was quite fearful. But then she remembered. He cannot destroy me if I am no a Figment, and I most certainly am not.
"I will do as you ask, master. Have you other business?"
"With Potter!"
"Good sir, I do not know where he is." Belynn spoke only in formal tongue with Malfoy, trying to roughly imitate the slave girl who had spoken the way that pleased Lucius. She was not that girl. That was the most important of all.
"Luckily, Dummbledore is not as stupid as you and my wife and other women about, and should be able to help me. Poor Dumbledore has no clue what evil is. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Simply divine." Belynn sighed inwardly. The act was interfering with her current moral standing.
Mimi and Ron had heard every word. They did not know whether to be thrilled by and Academy Award winning performance or absolutely terrified. Was Belynn, enchantress, retired Figment, Harry's girlfriend, telling the truth?