TITLE: The Goddess Must Be Crazy.. Who Are We Kidding? She Is.
AUTHOR: Silence
DISCLAIMER: See previous parts
SPOILERS: General warning for everything.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you haven't, it might be a great idea to read "Confessions of a Mary Sue" before reading this.
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*yawn* I'm a sleepy little freak now. Just watched the Dawson's finale and I'm like, "Ugh! Whatever!" And if you watched it, it soo didn't go the way I wanted it to. *mumbles* I never seem to get the 'ships I want. CURSE TV!!!
~Silence, who is now off to seek vengeance on how Buffy was screwed over this season~
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Part 8: Lacey Is No Angel.. But We All Knew That
I groaned as I followed Harry. Trouble finds him? Yeah. Whatever. It's looking like he goes looking for it. I pulled my new robe tighter around me. Hehe. I always wanted a Hogwarts robe since reading the books. Ahh.. The books. So long I had bashed them, and now I am a fangirl. Oh, I'm a Sirius Black fangirl at that. Yup. And a closet Snape one.
Shut up. At least he's a far departure from Legolas. Insert the wistful sigh.
I put the breaks on my thoughts, as I realized I'd zoned and Harry had gone on without me. With an inward snarl of annoyance, I stormed forward.. Only to be hit in the head with a water balloon.
I let out a shriek as water soaked through my hair and onto my clothes. I mercifully thanked the gods I was holding my hat and not wearing it. "HEY!!!" Looking up, I spotted my attacker.
A little man was floating in the air above. He wore outrageous looking threads, which included an orange bow tie and a bell hat.
"Peeves." I growled at him, even as another water balloon came my way. I side stepped it and it splashed the floor on impact. "That's it, I don't care if you're dead or not, I'm going to kill you!!"
I pushed my sleeves up and Peeves stuck his tongue out at me. Where the fuck was Peter Venkman when you needed him? I was ready to do some ghost busting, starting with this annoying little--
I shrieked again as another balloon narrowly missed my head. "GET DOWN HERE, YOU LITTLE FUCK! I'M GOING TO RIP THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE AND SHOVE THAT BOW TIE UP YOUR GOD FORSAKEN COLOR BLIND ASS!!!"
Peeves stared at me in shock. I guess he didn't expect a girl to speak to him like that. So in retaliation to his earlier taunt, I flipped him off. He cackled and vanished just as Harry returned.
"It was nothing but a false alarm. Some fake wands were set off and--" He stared at me. "Why are you wet?"
I almost replied guys don't ask that, they just go with it, but I couldn't do it. I didn't know if he'd get it or not. Frankly, I'm not sure I wanted to know. It would ruin the whole golden boy image for me. So I replied with sigh. "Peeves."
"Ah." He pointed his wand and said a word I couldn't hear, as I was busy muttering about the ways I was going to torture Peeves, and poof. I was dry. "Better now?"
I nodded. "Much. The last thing I need is to have the whole Samara look again."
"The what?"
"Pop culture reference that doesn't really fit since the movie doesn't exist yet." I explained. "Fake wands?" I asked, "Weasley made?"
He nodded with a grin. "They're best sellers."
"Fred and George must be so proud." I said dryly and finally put my hat on my head.
"Oh they are." Harry said. "Come on. We should see if Mythe came back yet."
"And how do you expect to do that?" I asked.
His grin widened. "Accio Marauder's Map!" I blinked as a piece of parchment soon rushed to Harry's hand. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
The parchment became a map and I rolled my eyes. "I should have known."
"So you do know of it."
"Of course!" I said indigently. "I just forgot." At his amused look I resisted the urge to push him. "Hey, I DO have a life that doesn't involve being where I shouldn't."
"Oh really." The amused look didn't falter. "Like?"
"Like.. Groping Legolas in the name of all fangirls." His eyes widened at that and I allowed myself a smirk. So it was an exaggeration on my part. Big deal. Let me have my fantasies. I tapped the map with my finger. "Ahem. Back to business, yes?"
"Of course." We both took a look at the map, which covered all of the grounds of Hogwarts, and only four dots were moving around. Two were side by side with the names; H. Potter and.. Lacey. Okay. It had my last name on it, but you don't need to know it. "You're Lacey--"
"Yes." I snapped at him. "Look." I pointed. "There's Filch. But who's that?"
There was a lone dot where the Quidditch field lay. L. Angel.
Harry glanced at me with a frown on his face. "I have no idea."
"We really shouldn't go look." I said. "It could be trouble."
"It probably is."
"We could get killed."
"Possibly."
"We're going anyway aren't we."
Harry flashed me a grin. "Of course. Mischief managed." The map cleared and he quickly pocketed it into his robes.
"Okay, since when are you so impetuous that you need to go off and face danger?" I asked.
"I'm not being impetuous." He gave me an innocent look. "We're going to go get my invisibility cloak and scout. Just close enough to see what we're dealing with."
"Oh goody." I muttered. Close quarters with Potter. Just what I needed. Must remember, don't kill him for breathing near me. I can work through the fact that I hate people in my personal space. Yup. I can deal.
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Close quarters with one Harry Potter wasn't as fun as most Mary Sue fics probably let on. Not that I would know. I actually didn't read Potter fics unless they were crossovers. Eh, I'm funny that way. I need to have a ship in my fandom, and sadly, there wasn't one I liked that much in the world of Potter.
And it was dark. Did I mention that? Because it was. Uber creepy. It screamed an episode of Scooby Doo.
Anyway, here I was walking next to Harry and hidden underneath that pretty silvery cloak. If I asked nicely, do you think Harry would give it to me? I didn't think so either.
We'd reached the Quidditch field and L. Angel hadn't left because there was a lone figure in the middle of it. I squinted my eyes at the figure as Harry pulled out a pair of binoculars.
"It's a man." Harry said. "Dark hair. He seems to like black."
I snickered. "If I didn't know any better I'd say it was--" I stopped in mid-sentence and snatched the binoculars out of Harry's hands.
"What is it?"
I gazed through and I nearly dropped the binoculars. Standing there was none other then Angel. As in the souled vampire. Yeah. From Buffy. "Houston, we have a crossover."
"What?"
"That's Angel." I groaned. "Liam. Liam Angel. Duh me. Anyhoo, he's a vampire with a soul from this show I watch, Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
"Evil?"
"Nope. Souled and a champion for good." I continued to watch Angel. "But.. Why would he be here?"
"How would be a better question." Harry pointed out.
Angel turned towards our direction. I froze. He couldn't see us. Could he?
Angel smiled.
I swallowed slowly and handed back the binoculars. I grabbed Harry's wrist. "Run."
Harry let out a cry of surprise as I began dragging him away from the field. He started asking me questions, but I paid no attention.
Those eyes that had looked at me were cold. Dead.
Like the ones in my dream.
Angel wasn't home.. But Angelus was.
