"Harry," Nikole gasped. "This cannot be happening," Nikole thought. "He
didn't just hit Hermione and throw her outside; he didn't just call me
Slayer; he didn't!"
Harry changed. He physically changed. He grew to about half the size of a dragon. Fire was seeping from his mouth when he breathed. Smoke came from his fingers. His fingernails, they had grown long and sickly. His eyes-oh his eyes! They had gone from they're wonderful care and had become a catlike green with red. His scar had changed from its thin structure into a deep incision. Blood came from it. His face was distorted. Was this the evil that she had been warned against?
"Answer me, Slayer!" Harry spat out fire and hit Nikole right in her left side. "Ha!" Harry yelled in triumph as Nikole fell to the floor, clutching her side. "Not so strong now, huh, Slayer?"
Nikole narrowed her eyes at him. "Lovemous Battleous!" Nikole yelled. She raised her hand openly in the air. Suddenly, a sword materialized in her palm. She pointed it right at him. "Don't make me do this, Harry," she warned.
"I'm not making you do anything, Slayer," he breathed.
"Who are you?" Nikole asked.
"Your worst nightmare," he replied.
"Stand back you fiend!" the librarian yelled, pointing her walking stick at him.
"God," Harry mumbled, rolling his eyes at the poor woman. He picked her up and threw her out the window.
"You cold-blooded ass." Nikole stepped back, the sword still pointed at Harry.
"Thank you, thank you very much," he breathed.
Now he looked like a dragon. His wings began to spread as he looked evilly at Nikole.
She had nothing to do. It was either kill or be killed. But she couldn't kill Harry with a sword! A) It wouldn't work because it was the size of a toothpick to him. B) Nikole didn't want to kill him. C) She needed that book that Harry held so near his fire-flaring mouth. And stabbing mercilessly might cause him to yell from pain, making his fire breathing destroy that book.
Nikole looked around. Anything she could throw at him? No. Was there anything for her to hide behind? No. This was a lose-lose situation. If she stabbed him, his fire would destroy the book. If she didn't fight, she'd die. "How bloody dandy," Nikole thought.
She looked around once more as Harry took a deadly step closer to her. The window! It was broken! She could jump out that way-just hope that no one was outside at the moment.
She made a run for it.
Harry roared like fourteen lions as he saw her run. "No!"
She ran fast, sword in hand. She ran and jumped. She didn't stop to see how far down it was. She just jumped. She jumped headfirst.
Harry was right behind her.
Nikole placed her sword in front of her so that it would help decrease the impact. And it did. The sword dug into the ground as Nikole did a backflip once it made contact.
Now she was standing on her feet, without a sword.
She winced. The pain from her side was coming back. It felt like fire was dancing around in her guts. It was repulsively painful. Blood stained the hand that she had used to keep her side together.
Harry stood in front of her, smiling evilly. Smoke and fire escaped from his wretched nose. His eyes danced with pleasure of seeing her in pain. He took a step closer, stepping and completely crushing the sword.
Nikole gulped with fear.
"Well, well, Slayer. Let's just say, you can run, but you can't hide." As he said this, he began to shrink into his normal body and his normal size. Now he was Harry, only with the eyes of the devil. "If I were you, I'd run."
And run she did. She ran straight into the Forbidden Forest.
Now, now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that she did this in order to get away from him so he wouldn't hurt her. Actually, she was running into the Forest to help keep away any attention to them from the students and for their protection. She was also hoping that something bigger and stronger would just pop from the Forest and kill Harry.
No such luck.
He was just too fast. He tackled her to the ground, so that he was on top. "Nice try, Slayer," he said. He pinned her hands above her head and smiled at her.
"Get off me!" she screamed at him. She wriggled and squirmed underneath him, but he was just too strong. "Why can't I just push him off?" she thought. "I'm the Slayer. I have the strength-unless he has the strength of the only one who was stronger than her: Kilomanjaro, the Eyes of the Devil."
Harry smirked. He had won. He leaned over and kissed her hard.
Nikole was in shock. Mr. Evil had kissed her and is still kissing her. She had to admit, it wasn't that bad-but still. It was Mr. Evil.
Harry broke off, and was breathing hard. Their eyes were locked for the longest time.
"Nice kiss," Harry said, breaking the silence.
"Ditto," Nikole answered sassily. "Now get off me." Nikole continued to wriggle beneath him, but she just wouldn't budge.
"Never, Lady Kathryn."
Nikole looked up and the flames in his eyes continued to rampage through his red pupils. "What?" she asked.
"Lady Kathryn will never live."
"Ya sure about that?"
"Like hell."
"Dead wrong."
Harry changed. He physically changed. He grew to about half the size of a dragon. Fire was seeping from his mouth when he breathed. Smoke came from his fingers. His fingernails, they had grown long and sickly. His eyes-oh his eyes! They had gone from they're wonderful care and had become a catlike green with red. His scar had changed from its thin structure into a deep incision. Blood came from it. His face was distorted. Was this the evil that she had been warned against?
"Answer me, Slayer!" Harry spat out fire and hit Nikole right in her left side. "Ha!" Harry yelled in triumph as Nikole fell to the floor, clutching her side. "Not so strong now, huh, Slayer?"
Nikole narrowed her eyes at him. "Lovemous Battleous!" Nikole yelled. She raised her hand openly in the air. Suddenly, a sword materialized in her palm. She pointed it right at him. "Don't make me do this, Harry," she warned.
"I'm not making you do anything, Slayer," he breathed.
"Who are you?" Nikole asked.
"Your worst nightmare," he replied.
"Stand back you fiend!" the librarian yelled, pointing her walking stick at him.
"God," Harry mumbled, rolling his eyes at the poor woman. He picked her up and threw her out the window.
"You cold-blooded ass." Nikole stepped back, the sword still pointed at Harry.
"Thank you, thank you very much," he breathed.
Now he looked like a dragon. His wings began to spread as he looked evilly at Nikole.
She had nothing to do. It was either kill or be killed. But she couldn't kill Harry with a sword! A) It wouldn't work because it was the size of a toothpick to him. B) Nikole didn't want to kill him. C) She needed that book that Harry held so near his fire-flaring mouth. And stabbing mercilessly might cause him to yell from pain, making his fire breathing destroy that book.
Nikole looked around. Anything she could throw at him? No. Was there anything for her to hide behind? No. This was a lose-lose situation. If she stabbed him, his fire would destroy the book. If she didn't fight, she'd die. "How bloody dandy," Nikole thought.
She looked around once more as Harry took a deadly step closer to her. The window! It was broken! She could jump out that way-just hope that no one was outside at the moment.
She made a run for it.
Harry roared like fourteen lions as he saw her run. "No!"
She ran fast, sword in hand. She ran and jumped. She didn't stop to see how far down it was. She just jumped. She jumped headfirst.
Harry was right behind her.
Nikole placed her sword in front of her so that it would help decrease the impact. And it did. The sword dug into the ground as Nikole did a backflip once it made contact.
Now she was standing on her feet, without a sword.
She winced. The pain from her side was coming back. It felt like fire was dancing around in her guts. It was repulsively painful. Blood stained the hand that she had used to keep her side together.
Harry stood in front of her, smiling evilly. Smoke and fire escaped from his wretched nose. His eyes danced with pleasure of seeing her in pain. He took a step closer, stepping and completely crushing the sword.
Nikole gulped with fear.
"Well, well, Slayer. Let's just say, you can run, but you can't hide." As he said this, he began to shrink into his normal body and his normal size. Now he was Harry, only with the eyes of the devil. "If I were you, I'd run."
And run she did. She ran straight into the Forbidden Forest.
Now, now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that she did this in order to get away from him so he wouldn't hurt her. Actually, she was running into the Forest to help keep away any attention to them from the students and for their protection. She was also hoping that something bigger and stronger would just pop from the Forest and kill Harry.
No such luck.
He was just too fast. He tackled her to the ground, so that he was on top. "Nice try, Slayer," he said. He pinned her hands above her head and smiled at her.
"Get off me!" she screamed at him. She wriggled and squirmed underneath him, but he was just too strong. "Why can't I just push him off?" she thought. "I'm the Slayer. I have the strength-unless he has the strength of the only one who was stronger than her: Kilomanjaro, the Eyes of the Devil."
Harry smirked. He had won. He leaned over and kissed her hard.
Nikole was in shock. Mr. Evil had kissed her and is still kissing her. She had to admit, it wasn't that bad-but still. It was Mr. Evil.
Harry broke off, and was breathing hard. Their eyes were locked for the longest time.
"Nice kiss," Harry said, breaking the silence.
"Ditto," Nikole answered sassily. "Now get off me." Nikole continued to wriggle beneath him, but she just wouldn't budge.
"Never, Lady Kathryn."
Nikole looked up and the flames in his eyes continued to rampage through his red pupils. "What?" she asked.
"Lady Kathryn will never live."
"Ya sure about that?"
"Like hell."
"Dead wrong."