Harry awoke early the next morning to a scream and pounding footsteps. He was up in a flash and got to his door in time to see Mariah fly around the corner, tears streaming down her face. She smashed right into him and they both fell, Harry first. If he wasn't so worried about Mariah, he would have felt his head slam into the floor. As it was, he didn't feel anything but Mariah's sobs as she clung to him.
"Mari? Mariah... tell me what happened," he said, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Th-that BASTARD!"
Surprised at this outburst, he didn't have to wait long before she finished, "He killed my mother..."
Harry wrapped his arms around her. "Shhh.... it's ok..."
She was shaking her head. "No... it's not..."
She cried on his shoulder for a few minutes, then dried her tears and gave him a bitter smile. "Well, Harry... now we've both been orphaned by Voldemort."
With shaky steps, she made her way to her room and softly closed the door. Harry found next to him and letter and a newspaper clipping.
"Aurors found dead after attack on French Ministry"
"Tuesday morning dawned on a dismal and horrifying scene at the French Ministry in Paris, where five Aurors were found dead, apparently after holding off an attack of Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Among the dead was France's Ella Jordan, the Head Auror of the French branch... she leaves behind a daughter, whose whereabouts are unknown."
Harry stared at the clipping for a moment, then slowly made his way down the stairs to talk with Janelle.
~*~
After two weeks Mariah finally became a shadow of her cheerful self. She was still withdrawn, but associated with her friends with a show of enthusiasm.
"Hey!" Lexi's hand slamming down on the table made Sephie jump.
"Jeez! Give a girl a coronary and be done with it!"
"I have an idea!"
"Praise God!"
"Mariah has been feeling down lately..."
"Oh, bleeding hearts of the world UNITE." Oh, Sephie was in rare form today.
"I think we should go clubbing."
"I- huh?"
"You heard me."
"That is a GREAT idea.... uh-oh. Two problems."
"What?" Lexi asked.
"One: The boys."
Lexi waved her hand dismissively. "Aw, they aren't a problem."
"Fine then: My sister."
Lexi bit her lip. "Now THAT'S a problem. How in hell are we going to get her to agree to go clubbing?"
"This will take ingenuity and courage..."
~*~
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
Sephie's voice turned plaintively sweet. "Can you come up here and help me with something, please?"
"Sure, Seph."
Hermione climbed the stairs and walked into Sephie's room.
The only thing she saw was Mariah tied to a chair.
"What the..." She was immediately ambushed by her sister, Ginny, and Lexi.
The result: Hermione tied to a chair with duct tape, glaring at her friends as they laughed at her.
"Now, Herm, we want you to go clubbing with us. Ah! Don't say no, yet..." Hermione was furiously shaking her head, "because I think we have some pictures here that might change your mind..."
Hermione's eyes widened as Sephie waved a picture of her and Ron arduously making out during the go-away party the Weasleys had thrown. "MMMPPHHHHHH!"
"What was that?" Lexi asked.
Mariah grinned. "I believe it was somewhere along the lines of, "You BITCHES! Where did you get those?!"
"Ah, never question ability... just question motives. Now, either you go clubbing with us, or these go express owl to Mrs. Weasley and Mum."
Hermione glowered, but agreed to their request.
For an hour they primped, crimped, curled, and fussed magically until they were turned out to their satisfaction.
"Ok, Ginny, you know what to do?" asked Lexi.
Ginny fastened the terrycloth robe high around her neck. "Gotcha, chief!"
"Gook luck, soldier!" They saluted each other, and Ginny was off.
They heard sounds downstairs... voices... a slamming door, followed by the click of a lock... then the pounding and yelling of the boys. Ginny returned, cheeks flushed.
"Mission accomplished!"
~*~
"GINNY!" The boys yelled and pounded with all their might, but it was no use. They were effectively locked in the room.
"Now why would she do that?" wondered Harry aloud. Ron gulped as he looked out the window.
"Call it a wild guess, but..." he pointed to the girls, all in skimpy clothing, piling into Lexi's convertible.
"Whoa!" They all watched as the girls waved and started to drive away.
Ron cursed; Hermione looked VERY upset to be in that car... and in those CLOTHES.
Harry, looking amused, started whistling the Dwarf theme from Snow white, while George and Draco made up "suitable" words.
"Hi hoe, hi hoe,
it's off to work they go,
That itty bitty dress
puts guys to the test
Hi hoe, hi hoe
Hi hoe hi hoe,
It's off to work they go
without ten bucks
a guy's outta luc-"
They were interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. In his fury, Ron had put his fist right through it.
"Christ, Ron!" Draco yelped, surprised, as Ron started to haul himself out of the window.
"Care to tell me what you're doing, little bro?" asked George carefully.
"Going after my girlfriend," he muttered as he dropped to the grass outside.
A/N: I thought I'd get this out before I have the other Angels down my throat (they know where I sleep)
~Maggie
"Mari? Mariah... tell me what happened," he said, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Th-that BASTARD!"
Surprised at this outburst, he didn't have to wait long before she finished, "He killed my mother..."
Harry wrapped his arms around her. "Shhh.... it's ok..."
She was shaking her head. "No... it's not..."
She cried on his shoulder for a few minutes, then dried her tears and gave him a bitter smile. "Well, Harry... now we've both been orphaned by Voldemort."
With shaky steps, she made her way to her room and softly closed the door. Harry found next to him and letter and a newspaper clipping.
"Aurors found dead after attack on French Ministry"
"Tuesday morning dawned on a dismal and horrifying scene at the French Ministry in Paris, where five Aurors were found dead, apparently after holding off an attack of Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Among the dead was France's Ella Jordan, the Head Auror of the French branch... she leaves behind a daughter, whose whereabouts are unknown."
Harry stared at the clipping for a moment, then slowly made his way down the stairs to talk with Janelle.
~*~
After two weeks Mariah finally became a shadow of her cheerful self. She was still withdrawn, but associated with her friends with a show of enthusiasm.
"Hey!" Lexi's hand slamming down on the table made Sephie jump.
"Jeez! Give a girl a coronary and be done with it!"
"I have an idea!"
"Praise God!"
"Mariah has been feeling down lately..."
"Oh, bleeding hearts of the world UNITE." Oh, Sephie was in rare form today.
"I think we should go clubbing."
"I- huh?"
"You heard me."
"That is a GREAT idea.... uh-oh. Two problems."
"What?" Lexi asked.
"One: The boys."
Lexi waved her hand dismissively. "Aw, they aren't a problem."
"Fine then: My sister."
Lexi bit her lip. "Now THAT'S a problem. How in hell are we going to get her to agree to go clubbing?"
"This will take ingenuity and courage..."
~*~
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?"
Sephie's voice turned plaintively sweet. "Can you come up here and help me with something, please?"
"Sure, Seph."
Hermione climbed the stairs and walked into Sephie's room.
The only thing she saw was Mariah tied to a chair.
"What the..." She was immediately ambushed by her sister, Ginny, and Lexi.
The result: Hermione tied to a chair with duct tape, glaring at her friends as they laughed at her.
"Now, Herm, we want you to go clubbing with us. Ah! Don't say no, yet..." Hermione was furiously shaking her head, "because I think we have some pictures here that might change your mind..."
Hermione's eyes widened as Sephie waved a picture of her and Ron arduously making out during the go-away party the Weasleys had thrown. "MMMPPHHHHHH!"
"What was that?" Lexi asked.
Mariah grinned. "I believe it was somewhere along the lines of, "You BITCHES! Where did you get those?!"
"Ah, never question ability... just question motives. Now, either you go clubbing with us, or these go express owl to Mrs. Weasley and Mum."
Hermione glowered, but agreed to their request.
For an hour they primped, crimped, curled, and fussed magically until they were turned out to their satisfaction.
"Ok, Ginny, you know what to do?" asked Lexi.
Ginny fastened the terrycloth robe high around her neck. "Gotcha, chief!"
"Gook luck, soldier!" They saluted each other, and Ginny was off.
They heard sounds downstairs... voices... a slamming door, followed by the click of a lock... then the pounding and yelling of the boys. Ginny returned, cheeks flushed.
"Mission accomplished!"
~*~
"GINNY!" The boys yelled and pounded with all their might, but it was no use. They were effectively locked in the room.
"Now why would she do that?" wondered Harry aloud. Ron gulped as he looked out the window.
"Call it a wild guess, but..." he pointed to the girls, all in skimpy clothing, piling into Lexi's convertible.
"Whoa!" They all watched as the girls waved and started to drive away.
Ron cursed; Hermione looked VERY upset to be in that car... and in those CLOTHES.
Harry, looking amused, started whistling the Dwarf theme from Snow white, while George and Draco made up "suitable" words.
"Hi hoe, hi hoe,
it's off to work they go,
That itty bitty dress
puts guys to the test
Hi hoe, hi hoe
Hi hoe hi hoe,
It's off to work they go
without ten bucks
a guy's outta luc-"
They were interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. In his fury, Ron had put his fist right through it.
"Christ, Ron!" Draco yelped, surprised, as Ron started to haul himself out of the window.
"Care to tell me what you're doing, little bro?" asked George carefully.
"Going after my girlfriend," he muttered as he dropped to the grass outside.
A/N: I thought I'd get this out before I have the other Angels down my throat (they know where I sleep)
~Maggie