Nissa and I own ourselves, nothing more.
Chapter 8
by: PunkGothicJackal (Niko)
Later (2 September, 1991, 3:30 a.m)
I can't sleep. I keep remembering what Nissa said to me..... it hurts too much. I guess I better start from where I left off about the train, hadn't I?
The dorkmaster (as I call Malfoy; or at least, that's the polite terms... I should hate to foul your beautiful pages with what I really think of him), whispered something to my sister that I did not catch (which probably wasn't that nice, anyway), but I did hear what my sister said, even though she thought I didn't.
"Who knows?" She replied, and I knew instantly what the question had been. She glanced around at the Weasleys and I, then had the nerve to smirk and say, "Trying to make yourselves famous, hanging around with Harry Potter?"
"Unlike you, Nissa," I hissed, "I'm trying to be nice. I actually want friends." I could have said worse, and wanted to, but didn't. I now regret it.
"Who would be friends with you, Niko?" She shot back at me. I didn't show any surprise, for this is the kind of arguement we have at home over who gets the phone.
"Plenty of people." I replied boredly. "At least I don't go around making friends with slimeballs like this one!" I gestured at Draco, and I instantly knew I hit a nerve. Nissa reached out and grabbed hold of him to keep him from lunging at me, while Ron, Harry, and the twins stepped in front of me to keep me from doing anything stupid. Well, that was fine, I'd get back to the front sooner or later.
I'm not sure if Draco remained where he was or not, but I can tell he was talking to Harry. "My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron let out a derisive snort, which wasn't exactly his smartest move....
"Think my name's funny, do you?" Draco sneered. "No need to ask yours. Red hair and hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley." Had I been in the front, Draco would have been dead in two seconds flat. I would have killed him with my bare hands, forget the wand!
Draco went back to talking to Harry. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort, Harry Potter. I can help you there." Alas! Almost free of my guards. I was at least where I could see what was going on, anyway. That was progress.
Draco held out his hand, but Harry didn't take it. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."
Nissa pulled impatiently on Draco's arm, just as I got back to the front. There, that was better. But not for long. "C'mon Draco," she said, then looked at me. She then added, "You don't want to be in the same compartment as a Mudblood, do you?"
Had I not been surprised by Nissa's comment, I would've killed her and be on my way to Azkaban right now. I wish.
I gasped and Draco stared at her. Suddenly it was deathly silent. Nissa walked out, leaving Draco and his friends still in the doorway, looking surprised. Harry was looking at Ron confusedly, and all three Weasleys were staring at me, wondering what I would do to get my revenge. In truth, I did nothing. Yet.
I gained my aura of indifference back and wrapped it around me like a cloak, but I could tell my friends weren't fooled. They already knew me too well. I was smoldering.
I gave Draco a carnivouris smile, and whispered something to Ron, who started laughing. Apparently, he wasn't expecting that.
"What was that, Niko?" Draco demanded. "What did you say?"
"Oh, I was simply saying how I could describe you in four letters." I said innocently.
"And what are those?" I could tell he wasn't liking this at all.
"U-G-L-Y." Everyone but Malfoy and his cronies died laughing.
Draco grabbed the dragon's claw I wear around my neck and pulled me close to him. "Watch it, Mudblood. I'll get you for that comment." He hissed, releasing me, and stormed out. I shrugged, but my mental barriers were falling. I needed to get out fast. I would not cry in front of my friends.... I never had, and never would.
I turned back to my friends who were watching me closely, concernedly, but I simply shrugged them off, too. "I... I need to be by myself." I said, and I knew my voice raised a little. No one tried to stop me as I left, and I was thankful for that. They knew Nissa was my sister. It hurt that she had said that.
I found an empty compartment, where my only visitor was a girl asking me if I had seen a toad. I didn't answer, and I think she took the gist how upset I was. She left, and I was alone to come up with my revenge. I will wait Nissa out, until she thinks I'm not going to get my revenge, and then I will strike, as quick and as deadly as a cobra. She will regret messing with me.
As for the fact of her being my sister? That will not make her punishment lessen, but indeed, it will only be worse. As far as I'm concerned, my sister is dead. She would not have done that to me just to make friends. We used to be the best of friends, not the bitter enemies we became overnight.
Well, I shall write after dinner later. Night.
Niko
5 September, 1991
I know I never wrote. Truth is, I haven't done anything. Anything but worry all my friends beyond belief. Ever since the train incident, I became withdrawn, and though I spend a lot of time with my new friends, I never say much. I simply listen to their conversations. I am ever greatful to have become such close friends with a lot of the Gryffindors. Who needs Nissa?
To answer truthfully, I do. Without Nissa, it's like a piece of me is missing.... a big piece.
It amazes me that I still complete my homework every night, and I love all of my classes. But as Ron pointed out, I get skinnier and skinnier, and I am already pretty small. I don't eat anything, and even when I do, I end up making myself sick thinking about my sister. It's as if she instantly replaced me for that slimy git Malfoy.... If you've never had a sister betray and backstab you, let me tell you. It hurts. Beyond belief.
There's nothing for me to do now. I find nothing worth doing, so I do my homework and continue to get thin..... Harry and Ron have tried their hardest to cheer me up, and they have no idea how much it means to me. But I will be able to get over this soon.... and I'll be back to my normal quick-tempered self. Without Nissa.... See, she does not leave my thoughts, even for a moment.
So I will sit here and ponder revenge.
Niko
Chapter 8
by: PunkGothicJackal (Niko)
Later (2 September, 1991, 3:30 a.m)
I can't sleep. I keep remembering what Nissa said to me..... it hurts too much. I guess I better start from where I left off about the train, hadn't I?
The dorkmaster (as I call Malfoy; or at least, that's the polite terms... I should hate to foul your beautiful pages with what I really think of him), whispered something to my sister that I did not catch (which probably wasn't that nice, anyway), but I did hear what my sister said, even though she thought I didn't.
"Who knows?" She replied, and I knew instantly what the question had been. She glanced around at the Weasleys and I, then had the nerve to smirk and say, "Trying to make yourselves famous, hanging around with Harry Potter?"
"Unlike you, Nissa," I hissed, "I'm trying to be nice. I actually want friends." I could have said worse, and wanted to, but didn't. I now regret it.
"Who would be friends with you, Niko?" She shot back at me. I didn't show any surprise, for this is the kind of arguement we have at home over who gets the phone.
"Plenty of people." I replied boredly. "At least I don't go around making friends with slimeballs like this one!" I gestured at Draco, and I instantly knew I hit a nerve. Nissa reached out and grabbed hold of him to keep him from lunging at me, while Ron, Harry, and the twins stepped in front of me to keep me from doing anything stupid. Well, that was fine, I'd get back to the front sooner or later.
I'm not sure if Draco remained where he was or not, but I can tell he was talking to Harry. "My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron let out a derisive snort, which wasn't exactly his smartest move....
"Think my name's funny, do you?" Draco sneered. "No need to ask yours. Red hair and hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley." Had I been in the front, Draco would have been dead in two seconds flat. I would have killed him with my bare hands, forget the wand!
Draco went back to talking to Harry. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort, Harry Potter. I can help you there." Alas! Almost free of my guards. I was at least where I could see what was going on, anyway. That was progress.
Draco held out his hand, but Harry didn't take it. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."
Nissa pulled impatiently on Draco's arm, just as I got back to the front. There, that was better. But not for long. "C'mon Draco," she said, then looked at me. She then added, "You don't want to be in the same compartment as a Mudblood, do you?"
Had I not been surprised by Nissa's comment, I would've killed her and be on my way to Azkaban right now. I wish.
I gasped and Draco stared at her. Suddenly it was deathly silent. Nissa walked out, leaving Draco and his friends still in the doorway, looking surprised. Harry was looking at Ron confusedly, and all three Weasleys were staring at me, wondering what I would do to get my revenge. In truth, I did nothing. Yet.
I gained my aura of indifference back and wrapped it around me like a cloak, but I could tell my friends weren't fooled. They already knew me too well. I was smoldering.
I gave Draco a carnivouris smile, and whispered something to Ron, who started laughing. Apparently, he wasn't expecting that.
"What was that, Niko?" Draco demanded. "What did you say?"
"Oh, I was simply saying how I could describe you in four letters." I said innocently.
"And what are those?" I could tell he wasn't liking this at all.
"U-G-L-Y." Everyone but Malfoy and his cronies died laughing.
Draco grabbed the dragon's claw I wear around my neck and pulled me close to him. "Watch it, Mudblood. I'll get you for that comment." He hissed, releasing me, and stormed out. I shrugged, but my mental barriers were falling. I needed to get out fast. I would not cry in front of my friends.... I never had, and never would.
I turned back to my friends who were watching me closely, concernedly, but I simply shrugged them off, too. "I... I need to be by myself." I said, and I knew my voice raised a little. No one tried to stop me as I left, and I was thankful for that. They knew Nissa was my sister. It hurt that she had said that.
I found an empty compartment, where my only visitor was a girl asking me if I had seen a toad. I didn't answer, and I think she took the gist how upset I was. She left, and I was alone to come up with my revenge. I will wait Nissa out, until she thinks I'm not going to get my revenge, and then I will strike, as quick and as deadly as a cobra. She will regret messing with me.
As for the fact of her being my sister? That will not make her punishment lessen, but indeed, it will only be worse. As far as I'm concerned, my sister is dead. She would not have done that to me just to make friends. We used to be the best of friends, not the bitter enemies we became overnight.
Well, I shall write after dinner later. Night.
Niko
5 September, 1991
I know I never wrote. Truth is, I haven't done anything. Anything but worry all my friends beyond belief. Ever since the train incident, I became withdrawn, and though I spend a lot of time with my new friends, I never say much. I simply listen to their conversations. I am ever greatful to have become such close friends with a lot of the Gryffindors. Who needs Nissa?
To answer truthfully, I do. Without Nissa, it's like a piece of me is missing.... a big piece.
It amazes me that I still complete my homework every night, and I love all of my classes. But as Ron pointed out, I get skinnier and skinnier, and I am already pretty small. I don't eat anything, and even when I do, I end up making myself sick thinking about my sister. It's as if she instantly replaced me for that slimy git Malfoy.... If you've never had a sister betray and backstab you, let me tell you. It hurts. Beyond belief.
There's nothing for me to do now. I find nothing worth doing, so I do my homework and continue to get thin..... Harry and Ron have tried their hardest to cheer me up, and they have no idea how much it means to me. But I will be able to get over this soon.... and I'll be back to my normal quick-tempered self. Without Nissa.... See, she does not leave my thoughts, even for a moment.
So I will sit here and ponder revenge.
Niko