This chapter is going to be really weird, because it's from the point of
view of Dirk Sivonen, so he's going to take over my narrating job for a
chapter. This is dinner in the Great Hall as seen by Dirk Sivonen. Also,
there's a little bad language other than "damn" for once in my writing.
(You know how dirty boys' minds are!) lol anyway enjoy! (the subject matter
is a lot darker, for the most part too)
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Once we sat down, Dumbledore spoke again. I don't remember what he said. He's always got something to say during meals, that's what Draco told me.
Draco Malfoy. He's always got something to say, too. Pompous little asshole. I'd avoid him if it weren't for his father.
Ah, right, Lucius Malfoy. The man who controls my actions, my voice, my life.
The curse is some fancy derivation on the Imperius Curse. He can control me from a distance; the curse wears off at Christmas, but he'll just renew the curse during break and have me under his command for the rest of the school year. Then he's going to do something, something so awful that I can't even think about it.
I don't understand why he chose me, a poor boy from Tampere, to do his Dark bidding. Me, of all the people in Finland; he had to pick me. I must be the least likely to follow He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but maybe that's why he chose to control me.
But he can't control my thoughts.
I don't *want* to be rude to those Gryffindor girls, but it's supposedly "right" for Slytherins to hate Gryffindors. He makes my eyes wink at them; he makes my lips curl into a leering grimace. I can tell it upsets the girls; especially the Muggle-born and the half-blood transfer student.
Their blood must be the reason Malfoy hates them so much. I don't hate them, but considering my forced actions they must think I do; I'll bet they hate me as well. It's a damn shame I'm in Slytherin, because they're really pretty, especially that transfer student.
Daisy.. Keane? Yeah, that's her name. I'm 5'10" tall, so she's probably about 5'4". She's got dark brown hair down to her shoulders and beautiful blue eyes, the color of the compressed ice I used to see in icebergs on trips near the Arctic Circle. Really tan skin, too. Very strange features for someone of Irish birth, but gorgeous nonetheless. I hear she's really warming up to that Irish boy, Seamus Finnigan. Draco's always referring to them as "Irish half-Muggle lovers." But like I said, he's a pompous asshole. If you ask me, he's jealous that the Muggle-born girl, Hermione, hooked up with Viktor Krum.
I don't really know what's with Draco. He'd be a damn good person, if it weren't for his father's influence. Lucius wants his little boy to be a Death Eater, just like Daddy, so doesn't have much choice but to go along with it.
Draco noticed my blank stare at dinner. (A/N: I know, I just said he can't control his movements such as looking at one spot, but just wait and it'll make sense) He looked across the table at me and said, "Dirk, what are you looking at? Not even Granger is that stunning. Close, but no."
"Just pissing off the Gryffindors again, sorry," my voice said.
"Which one?" Draco inquired. "The Mudblood? Or that new Irish bitch and her half-Muggle sweetheart?"
"I was just looking at the beautiful foreign Gryffindor, wishing she wanted a Finn instead of an Irishman to keep her warm this winter."
Holy shit.
Draco looked at me, his jaw going slack. In my mind, I was doing the very same thing. Had I just said something of my own free will? Had I, for once, said what I wanted to instead of what Lucius Malfoy wanted me to? Had I admitted my feelings about Daisy Keane? And most importantly of all, did this mean I could overcome the curse, even this far away from Christmas?
Luckily, before Draco could formulate a response, his father's curse kicked in. "Only joking, Draco. Why would I want a girl with Muggle blood fouling up her veins?"
As much as I screamed in my head, wondering if it really was a joke, Draco seemed to think this was a sufficient explanation. "Right, Dirk. Have you got a decent nickname? I can't stand saying 'Dirk' this whole year. It sounds too much like a Muggle name."
It is a Muggle name, bastard! I rather like it, too. Dirk, after my German *Muggle* grandfather. Dirk Niklas Sivonen. Niklas is my father's name. He's full-blooded Finnish wizard, but my mom's a German Muggle-born witch. Is that why I can't stand Draco's comments about being pureblooded?
I thought to myself, Tuko. It was a nickname I had back in Tampere. I would always follow hockey, a Muggle sport, and in particular the Ahmat team. My Muggle grandfather instilled that passion for Muggle sports in my heart. My favorite player the past couple years was Lauri Tukonen, so my friends started calling me "Tuko" as a joke, but it just stuck. Somehow, though, I wasn't sure if I wanted Draco calling me that. Reminds me too much of home.
What happened next was the scariest part, stranger even than my thoughts spilling out my mouth.
Just as I had decided to keep my old nickname to myself and make up another one to tell Draco, his father had my mouth say the following words: "Yeah, my friends called me Tuko. How's that?"
Damn! Can he see into my mind as well? Clearly there are some loopholes in this curse.
I hope.
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A/N: Yes, dark and dismal, but necessary. The "loopholes" are the reason that Dirk's eyes had the unfocused look, if ya didn't catch on to that. So, anyways, I hope you somewhat liked it, and I REALLY hope you review! Yeah, both of you reading this! Lol
PS: Lauri Tukonen is a real player on the Ahmat hockey team in Finland. I don't think he's got a nickname, though. I'll find out what "tuko" means before I post the next chapter.
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Once we sat down, Dumbledore spoke again. I don't remember what he said. He's always got something to say during meals, that's what Draco told me.
Draco Malfoy. He's always got something to say, too. Pompous little asshole. I'd avoid him if it weren't for his father.
Ah, right, Lucius Malfoy. The man who controls my actions, my voice, my life.
The curse is some fancy derivation on the Imperius Curse. He can control me from a distance; the curse wears off at Christmas, but he'll just renew the curse during break and have me under his command for the rest of the school year. Then he's going to do something, something so awful that I can't even think about it.
I don't understand why he chose me, a poor boy from Tampere, to do his Dark bidding. Me, of all the people in Finland; he had to pick me. I must be the least likely to follow He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but maybe that's why he chose to control me.
But he can't control my thoughts.
I don't *want* to be rude to those Gryffindor girls, but it's supposedly "right" for Slytherins to hate Gryffindors. He makes my eyes wink at them; he makes my lips curl into a leering grimace. I can tell it upsets the girls; especially the Muggle-born and the half-blood transfer student.
Their blood must be the reason Malfoy hates them so much. I don't hate them, but considering my forced actions they must think I do; I'll bet they hate me as well. It's a damn shame I'm in Slytherin, because they're really pretty, especially that transfer student.
Daisy.. Keane? Yeah, that's her name. I'm 5'10" tall, so she's probably about 5'4". She's got dark brown hair down to her shoulders and beautiful blue eyes, the color of the compressed ice I used to see in icebergs on trips near the Arctic Circle. Really tan skin, too. Very strange features for someone of Irish birth, but gorgeous nonetheless. I hear she's really warming up to that Irish boy, Seamus Finnigan. Draco's always referring to them as "Irish half-Muggle lovers." But like I said, he's a pompous asshole. If you ask me, he's jealous that the Muggle-born girl, Hermione, hooked up with Viktor Krum.
I don't really know what's with Draco. He'd be a damn good person, if it weren't for his father's influence. Lucius wants his little boy to be a Death Eater, just like Daddy, so doesn't have much choice but to go along with it.
Draco noticed my blank stare at dinner. (A/N: I know, I just said he can't control his movements such as looking at one spot, but just wait and it'll make sense) He looked across the table at me and said, "Dirk, what are you looking at? Not even Granger is that stunning. Close, but no."
"Just pissing off the Gryffindors again, sorry," my voice said.
"Which one?" Draco inquired. "The Mudblood? Or that new Irish bitch and her half-Muggle sweetheart?"
"I was just looking at the beautiful foreign Gryffindor, wishing she wanted a Finn instead of an Irishman to keep her warm this winter."
Holy shit.
Draco looked at me, his jaw going slack. In my mind, I was doing the very same thing. Had I just said something of my own free will? Had I, for once, said what I wanted to instead of what Lucius Malfoy wanted me to? Had I admitted my feelings about Daisy Keane? And most importantly of all, did this mean I could overcome the curse, even this far away from Christmas?
Luckily, before Draco could formulate a response, his father's curse kicked in. "Only joking, Draco. Why would I want a girl with Muggle blood fouling up her veins?"
As much as I screamed in my head, wondering if it really was a joke, Draco seemed to think this was a sufficient explanation. "Right, Dirk. Have you got a decent nickname? I can't stand saying 'Dirk' this whole year. It sounds too much like a Muggle name."
It is a Muggle name, bastard! I rather like it, too. Dirk, after my German *Muggle* grandfather. Dirk Niklas Sivonen. Niklas is my father's name. He's full-blooded Finnish wizard, but my mom's a German Muggle-born witch. Is that why I can't stand Draco's comments about being pureblooded?
I thought to myself, Tuko. It was a nickname I had back in Tampere. I would always follow hockey, a Muggle sport, and in particular the Ahmat team. My Muggle grandfather instilled that passion for Muggle sports in my heart. My favorite player the past couple years was Lauri Tukonen, so my friends started calling me "Tuko" as a joke, but it just stuck. Somehow, though, I wasn't sure if I wanted Draco calling me that. Reminds me too much of home.
What happened next was the scariest part, stranger even than my thoughts spilling out my mouth.
Just as I had decided to keep my old nickname to myself and make up another one to tell Draco, his father had my mouth say the following words: "Yeah, my friends called me Tuko. How's that?"
Damn! Can he see into my mind as well? Clearly there are some loopholes in this curse.
I hope.
*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Yes, dark and dismal, but necessary. The "loopholes" are the reason that Dirk's eyes had the unfocused look, if ya didn't catch on to that. So, anyways, I hope you somewhat liked it, and I REALLY hope you review! Yeah, both of you reading this! Lol
PS: Lauri Tukonen is a real player on the Ahmat hockey team in Finland. I don't think he's got a nickname, though. I'll find out what "tuko" means before I post the next chapter.
