"I'm never wrong, Slayer," Harry whispered into her ear. His voice made her
shiver, and he smiled as she did. "Did you like that?" he smirked,
whispering into her ear once more.
She shivered again and this time he chuckled. "I'm winning, aren't I?" he asked, inches from her face. He moved his hands to her sides, and smiled as she jumped in response. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
"Get off me," Nikole said through gritted teeth. Her hands were free; she tried pushing him off, but he wouldn't budge.
"It's okay, baby," Harry soothed, rubbing her sides gently. "I'm here."
"Well, doesn't that give me so much comfort?" Nikole asked sarcastically.
He smirked. "It better," he said.
"Well it doesn't."
"Oh.You hurt my feelings."
"I better have," Nikole spat.
"Don't raise your voice to me, witch," Harry threatened.
"Stupid. I thought I was the Slayer?" Nikole retorted, her mind jumbled. 'I need a plan! Or a spell,' she thought. 'Christ! Where's Hermione when you need her?'
"Ooh, testy aren't we?"
As his bad, garbage breath hit her face; she remembered something in a book of spells she had read a few years ago: Maimahas! This spell could teleport any evil thing-a-ma-jig to the most powerful sorcerer in the perimeter. "Maimahas!" Nikole yelled.
And, as instantly as Harry had become evil, he vanished, leaving Nikole in the Dark Forest lying on her back; she sighed.
Slowly, she stood, the shock of the attack going through her body and trying to calm down the adrenaline and immense impulses her heart rate caused. She instantly felt pain in her arms and removed her robe, only to notice a bruise the size of a golf ball on her upper arm.
{Back in the castle}
Nikole limped through the halls. Chaos was everywhere. People were huddling in groups over huge pieces of glass; teachers were trying to undo the spell on the library door to get it open; Madam Pince and Hermione were being taken to the Hospital Wing by Professor Snape and Flitwick.
Students were staring at her. She was using her robe to put pressure against her side to keep as much blood in, and she was getting a black eye. Her face was dirty and her shoes were broken; her shirt and skirt were ripped and torn. Blood was slowly seeping from her arm and her head hurt like hell.
"Miss Piper!" Professor McGonagol shouted, scurrying towards the beaten girl. "What on Merlin's Earth happened?"
"Um-"
"We must get you to the Hospital Wing at once!" she exclaimed, taking one glance at her side and clothes. "Come!" McGonagol grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the Hospital Wing.
Once Madam Pomfry had settled Nikole into a bed, Nikole explained the horrible battle to McGonagol before passing out into a coma.
She shivered again and this time he chuckled. "I'm winning, aren't I?" he asked, inches from her face. He moved his hands to her sides, and smiled as she jumped in response. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
"Get off me," Nikole said through gritted teeth. Her hands were free; she tried pushing him off, but he wouldn't budge.
"It's okay, baby," Harry soothed, rubbing her sides gently. "I'm here."
"Well, doesn't that give me so much comfort?" Nikole asked sarcastically.
He smirked. "It better," he said.
"Well it doesn't."
"Oh.You hurt my feelings."
"I better have," Nikole spat.
"Don't raise your voice to me, witch," Harry threatened.
"Stupid. I thought I was the Slayer?" Nikole retorted, her mind jumbled. 'I need a plan! Or a spell,' she thought. 'Christ! Where's Hermione when you need her?'
"Ooh, testy aren't we?"
As his bad, garbage breath hit her face; she remembered something in a book of spells she had read a few years ago: Maimahas! This spell could teleport any evil thing-a-ma-jig to the most powerful sorcerer in the perimeter. "Maimahas!" Nikole yelled.
And, as instantly as Harry had become evil, he vanished, leaving Nikole in the Dark Forest lying on her back; she sighed.
Slowly, she stood, the shock of the attack going through her body and trying to calm down the adrenaline and immense impulses her heart rate caused. She instantly felt pain in her arms and removed her robe, only to notice a bruise the size of a golf ball on her upper arm.
{Back in the castle}
Nikole limped through the halls. Chaos was everywhere. People were huddling in groups over huge pieces of glass; teachers were trying to undo the spell on the library door to get it open; Madam Pince and Hermione were being taken to the Hospital Wing by Professor Snape and Flitwick.
Students were staring at her. She was using her robe to put pressure against her side to keep as much blood in, and she was getting a black eye. Her face was dirty and her shoes were broken; her shirt and skirt were ripped and torn. Blood was slowly seeping from her arm and her head hurt like hell.
"Miss Piper!" Professor McGonagol shouted, scurrying towards the beaten girl. "What on Merlin's Earth happened?"
"Um-"
"We must get you to the Hospital Wing at once!" she exclaimed, taking one glance at her side and clothes. "Come!" McGonagol grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the Hospital Wing.
Once Madam Pomfry had settled Nikole into a bed, Nikole explained the horrible battle to McGonagol before passing out into a coma.