Disclaimer: Okay, okay, okay already. I know JK Rowling is like, Queen of
HP, and in this fanfic, I am only adding imperfections to her master works.
I hope she forgives me.
XI: French Twist
Mimi Olu, seventeen, almost perfect (almost!) and with an extreme desire to be the heroine here. She was slightly sick of being the extra in the close knit group that Hermione, Ron and Harry had created. Belynn had slipped seamlessly into the foursome, and while Caspian did not need to be in because he was a teacher, it seemed Hermione had pushed him in.
Ron loved her, and that was good. But she had pretty much lost touch with her former friends, except for Kati, who she still ate with half the time and shared notes and stories with. Kati was very quiet, and though bright, had never shown an extreme gift for magic. She could transfigure a teapot to a puppy, but that was the extent of her abilities. McGonagall accepted it – a lot of witches and wizards out there were not as perceptive as Mimi and Hermione, and chuckle, even Ron and Harry. At times it seemed even Malfoy had more of a gift.
She knew that she could cement the deal with a victory for the team.
That was her goal for the day.
She had been swimming all her life. She loved the mortal sport, the slick of water on her skin and the sheer power it took her to propel her slim body through the pool.
This would be like swimming a relay.
She grabbed Ron's arm. We must reverse the Orb, she thought. "Ron, honey, I have an idea."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"We're going to the Malfoy residence. In fact, I think we may rescue everyone."
"Whaa—aa—t?" Ron asked. She liked very much to see him responding to her genius like this. She knew he was very very bright, especially since he'd earned acceptance at Loonger, one of the best colleges of the country, as well as Badrian. Still, it didn't seem he knew her strengths. Whether or not she had been hiding them, she wasn't now.
"I'll explain on the way. Get your broom."
Her plan was to fly off of Hogwarts property, then apparate to Malfoy Manor. There, where Narcissa would likely be sleeping (well, hopefully), she would procure two very important things. The licenses and paper spells for both the Orb and Belynn.
Ron was back with his broom in two seconds, or what seemed so. The broom was not very old at all, because Harry had bought it for him as a gift when he earned an award for excellence in apparating.
He hopped on and pulled Mimi on as well, and they rode off, her black hair flying into his, his tall, pale figure juxtaposed beautifully against her petite one.
Then night was blessed by their presence.
The ride off of Hogwarts territory seemed to take days, but they made it. When they landed, Ron was dozing. It was past one in the morning. Mimi tapped him awake. "Come on, you need to be awake to apparate, silly!"
"Ohh, yea. I was awake the whole time." He fibbed teasingly.
"No time for teasing. Up-up-up."
"Sure." They held hands, closed eyes, and focused very intensely on Malfoy Manor.
They were not at all prepared for what they found when they got there.
Malfoy manor was decorated for a party. A ghoulish, nasty party.
"No wonder Malfoy was so peaked! He was missing Evil Night."
"Astute." Ron answered, using one of his trademark 'smooth' accent.
"If it is Evil Night, there must be some of Voldemort's thugs in there, signing contracts. Maybe…"
"Malfoy wanted to offer someone Harry." Ron finished her sentence, but tonight it wasn't romantic, it was purely functional.
"And he can't. That's really good."
"True, but Belynn was taking him to get Harry. If they trap her, or him, in the Orb…"
The light seemed to dim and brighten at various times, punctuating the despair.
"Mimi, if Malfoy gets back here before midnight tonight with an orb full of Harry's soul, we will be losing the GREATEST wizard I have ever known except for Dumbledore. We need to save him. He's Harry Potter."
"Well, duh."
"Let's do this."
"We need a plan."
They did. And they sat behind a tree, making a plan as quickly as they could. Because in 23 hours, Harry Potter and Belynn Morose were dead. And nobody was going to let that happen.
XI: French Twist
Mimi Olu, seventeen, almost perfect (almost!) and with an extreme desire to be the heroine here. She was slightly sick of being the extra in the close knit group that Hermione, Ron and Harry had created. Belynn had slipped seamlessly into the foursome, and while Caspian did not need to be in because he was a teacher, it seemed Hermione had pushed him in.
Ron loved her, and that was good. But she had pretty much lost touch with her former friends, except for Kati, who she still ate with half the time and shared notes and stories with. Kati was very quiet, and though bright, had never shown an extreme gift for magic. She could transfigure a teapot to a puppy, but that was the extent of her abilities. McGonagall accepted it – a lot of witches and wizards out there were not as perceptive as Mimi and Hermione, and chuckle, even Ron and Harry. At times it seemed even Malfoy had more of a gift.
She knew that she could cement the deal with a victory for the team.
That was her goal for the day.
She had been swimming all her life. She loved the mortal sport, the slick of water on her skin and the sheer power it took her to propel her slim body through the pool.
This would be like swimming a relay.
She grabbed Ron's arm. We must reverse the Orb, she thought. "Ron, honey, I have an idea."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"We're going to the Malfoy residence. In fact, I think we may rescue everyone."
"Whaa—aa—t?" Ron asked. She liked very much to see him responding to her genius like this. She knew he was very very bright, especially since he'd earned acceptance at Loonger, one of the best colleges of the country, as well as Badrian. Still, it didn't seem he knew her strengths. Whether or not she had been hiding them, she wasn't now.
"I'll explain on the way. Get your broom."
Her plan was to fly off of Hogwarts property, then apparate to Malfoy Manor. There, where Narcissa would likely be sleeping (well, hopefully), she would procure two very important things. The licenses and paper spells for both the Orb and Belynn.
Ron was back with his broom in two seconds, or what seemed so. The broom was not very old at all, because Harry had bought it for him as a gift when he earned an award for excellence in apparating.
He hopped on and pulled Mimi on as well, and they rode off, her black hair flying into his, his tall, pale figure juxtaposed beautifully against her petite one.
Then night was blessed by their presence.
The ride off of Hogwarts territory seemed to take days, but they made it. When they landed, Ron was dozing. It was past one in the morning. Mimi tapped him awake. "Come on, you need to be awake to apparate, silly!"
"Ohh, yea. I was awake the whole time." He fibbed teasingly.
"No time for teasing. Up-up-up."
"Sure." They held hands, closed eyes, and focused very intensely on Malfoy Manor.
They were not at all prepared for what they found when they got there.
Malfoy manor was decorated for a party. A ghoulish, nasty party.
"No wonder Malfoy was so peaked! He was missing Evil Night."
"Astute." Ron answered, using one of his trademark 'smooth' accent.
"If it is Evil Night, there must be some of Voldemort's thugs in there, signing contracts. Maybe…"
"Malfoy wanted to offer someone Harry." Ron finished her sentence, but tonight it wasn't romantic, it was purely functional.
"And he can't. That's really good."
"True, but Belynn was taking him to get Harry. If they trap her, or him, in the Orb…"
The light seemed to dim and brighten at various times, punctuating the despair.
"Mimi, if Malfoy gets back here before midnight tonight with an orb full of Harry's soul, we will be losing the GREATEST wizard I have ever known except for Dumbledore. We need to save him. He's Harry Potter."
"Well, duh."
"Let's do this."
"We need a plan."
They did. And they sat behind a tree, making a plan as quickly as they could. Because in 23 hours, Harry Potter and Belynn Morose were dead. And nobody was going to let that happen.