Disclaimer: All hail J. K. Rowling. All hail. Hail. Hail.
The uncanonity of this fic is beginning to scare me.
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"This is just plain foolishness now!" Avery hissed at McNair as they swept palms up and down, wafting a gentle breeze in the Mary Sue's general direction.
"SHHH!" McNair hissed back then smiled as innocently as an executioner could when the Mary Sue turned to give them a cursory glance.
Within an hour, the Mary Sue, or Harryanna, as she now insisted on being called, had turned the Death Eater's lives upside down and violated every single one of Voldermort's orders. Where Voldermort had declared that life must be bad, Harryanna had waved her hands and turned good. Lucius Malfoy was once again dressed immaculately on the condition that he subject his son to her rule.
"Draco, tell me again that you love me." Harryanna cooed, sipping from a champagne glass, which contained butterbeer.
"I love you." Draco said, eyes glazed.
"No, no, darling. In poetry."
"I..."
"I'm sorry Miss Harryanna. Stomachache." McNair grunted, dropping his palm and tearing off.
"Toothache." Avery echoed, clapping his hands over his ears and fleeing.
Harryanna shrugged and turned back to Draco. "You were saying, my sweet?"
"Your eyes are as blue as a summer sky."
"My eyes are violet today, darling."
"Your skin is as smooth as the velvet which is the silk of your hair."
"Oh, Draco!"
Voldermort chose this moment to make his entrance. Harryanna sighed and dismissed Draco with a wave of her hand. Draco bowed and slunk out, still looking dazed. Voldermort watched him go, then turned back with a frown.
"It is now only two days before you meet your adversary, Mary Sue." He said.
"Harryanna, please, Lord Voldermort." She interrupted.
He seethed, but caught her eyes and chose not to follow up. "Harryanna. Have you any plan at all? Any idea of what to do? Potter may be young, but he is not a fool. Well, he is, but not that big a fool. You must not fail!"
"Come, come, my dear dark lord. I am the Mary Sue, that which was created to be Perfect and Awed. I will not fail you. Much."
"What do you mean much?"
"Well, I might fall in love with Harry Potter, mightn't I? After all, from what Draco tells me..."
"YOU WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH MY ARCH NEMISIS!" The smoke was definitely billowing from his ears now.
"All right, all right, I won't. But what if he falls in love with me?" Harryanna experimented with red hair and green eyes before shimmering softly. Voldermort clenched his fist and counted to ten. He hated it when she shimmered softly at him. And when she glowed at him. He wished she would just remain a normal, illuminous object.
"Then you crush his heart before ripping it out and severely mutilating it. And you bring me his head." Clenched teeth were sometimes difficult to speak through, but Voldermort had had plenty of practice.
Harryanna watched his retreating back. "Must I really get my hands dirty?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------
"Take care of yourself, Harry. And don't go looking for trouble! Heaven knows it finds you often enough." Harry felt himself go pink as Mrs. Weasley gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. He squirmed out of his hands and began to drag his trunk onto the train.
"Harry, she's right." Lupin said, coming to help him. "Just study hard and enjoy your school year. I know they told you not to write to us in case the owls are intercepted, but," Lupin lowered his voice. "Write to him."
Harry nodded, knowing exactly who Lupin meant, then went back to help Ron with his trunk as well, seeing as how Ron was Mrs. Weasley's current victim. He was about to heave the trunk onto the train when he was aware of a sudden silence clouding over the station.
Draco Malfoy had just walked in through the barrier of platform nine and three quarters. Behind him stood his father, the usual sneer stuck on his face. Then Crabbe and Goyle marched in. The four of them parted in the middle to reveal...
Someone gasped - it may have been Pansy Parkinson. A girl walked in, and the world seemed to revolve in slow motion. Her air was a deep, rich shade of copper red, and her eyes were bright emerald green though at times it softened into the barest hint of grey. She laid a dainty hand upon Draco's shoulder and leaned over to whisper in his ear, and in doing so caused her beautiful hair to cascade over her shoulders, drawing an appreciative moan from the rest of the station. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder, as if looking for the source of the moan, and caught Harry's eyes. She smiled.
The crash of Ron's trunk against the floor brought everyone back to their senses.
"I had fragile things in there!" Ron yelled and darted over, threatening to strangle Harry with all his might. Harry blinked and some part of him registered the fact that his foot had borne a large part of the trunk's impact. None of this mattered. The feeling of disappointment overwhelmed him as he watched the girl glide into the train holding Draco's arm.
"EARTH TO POTTER!" Someone smacked him so hard on the back of the head he saw stars.
"OW, Hermione, what on earth was that for?"
"For acting like Ron in a roomful of Veelas. On the train! Now! It's leaving!"
Harry took a step towards the train, then cried out in anguish. "My toes! I think they're broken!"
The uncanonity of this fic is beginning to scare me.
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"This is just plain foolishness now!" Avery hissed at McNair as they swept palms up and down, wafting a gentle breeze in the Mary Sue's general direction.
"SHHH!" McNair hissed back then smiled as innocently as an executioner could when the Mary Sue turned to give them a cursory glance.
Within an hour, the Mary Sue, or Harryanna, as she now insisted on being called, had turned the Death Eater's lives upside down and violated every single one of Voldermort's orders. Where Voldermort had declared that life must be bad, Harryanna had waved her hands and turned good. Lucius Malfoy was once again dressed immaculately on the condition that he subject his son to her rule.
"Draco, tell me again that you love me." Harryanna cooed, sipping from a champagne glass, which contained butterbeer.
"I love you." Draco said, eyes glazed.
"No, no, darling. In poetry."
"I..."
"I'm sorry Miss Harryanna. Stomachache." McNair grunted, dropping his palm and tearing off.
"Toothache." Avery echoed, clapping his hands over his ears and fleeing.
Harryanna shrugged and turned back to Draco. "You were saying, my sweet?"
"Your eyes are as blue as a summer sky."
"My eyes are violet today, darling."
"Your skin is as smooth as the velvet which is the silk of your hair."
"Oh, Draco!"
Voldermort chose this moment to make his entrance. Harryanna sighed and dismissed Draco with a wave of her hand. Draco bowed and slunk out, still looking dazed. Voldermort watched him go, then turned back with a frown.
"It is now only two days before you meet your adversary, Mary Sue." He said.
"Harryanna, please, Lord Voldermort." She interrupted.
He seethed, but caught her eyes and chose not to follow up. "Harryanna. Have you any plan at all? Any idea of what to do? Potter may be young, but he is not a fool. Well, he is, but not that big a fool. You must not fail!"
"Come, come, my dear dark lord. I am the Mary Sue, that which was created to be Perfect and Awed. I will not fail you. Much."
"What do you mean much?"
"Well, I might fall in love with Harry Potter, mightn't I? After all, from what Draco tells me..."
"YOU WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH MY ARCH NEMISIS!" The smoke was definitely billowing from his ears now.
"All right, all right, I won't. But what if he falls in love with me?" Harryanna experimented with red hair and green eyes before shimmering softly. Voldermort clenched his fist and counted to ten. He hated it when she shimmered softly at him. And when she glowed at him. He wished she would just remain a normal, illuminous object.
"Then you crush his heart before ripping it out and severely mutilating it. And you bring me his head." Clenched teeth were sometimes difficult to speak through, but Voldermort had had plenty of practice.
Harryanna watched his retreating back. "Must I really get my hands dirty?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------
"Take care of yourself, Harry. And don't go looking for trouble! Heaven knows it finds you often enough." Harry felt himself go pink as Mrs. Weasley gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. He squirmed out of his hands and began to drag his trunk onto the train.
"Harry, she's right." Lupin said, coming to help him. "Just study hard and enjoy your school year. I know they told you not to write to us in case the owls are intercepted, but," Lupin lowered his voice. "Write to him."
Harry nodded, knowing exactly who Lupin meant, then went back to help Ron with his trunk as well, seeing as how Ron was Mrs. Weasley's current victim. He was about to heave the trunk onto the train when he was aware of a sudden silence clouding over the station.
Draco Malfoy had just walked in through the barrier of platform nine and three quarters. Behind him stood his father, the usual sneer stuck on his face. Then Crabbe and Goyle marched in. The four of them parted in the middle to reveal...
Someone gasped - it may have been Pansy Parkinson. A girl walked in, and the world seemed to revolve in slow motion. Her air was a deep, rich shade of copper red, and her eyes were bright emerald green though at times it softened into the barest hint of grey. She laid a dainty hand upon Draco's shoulder and leaned over to whisper in his ear, and in doing so caused her beautiful hair to cascade over her shoulders, drawing an appreciative moan from the rest of the station. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder, as if looking for the source of the moan, and caught Harry's eyes. She smiled.
The crash of Ron's trunk against the floor brought everyone back to their senses.
"I had fragile things in there!" Ron yelled and darted over, threatening to strangle Harry with all his might. Harry blinked and some part of him registered the fact that his foot had borne a large part of the trunk's impact. None of this mattered. The feeling of disappointment overwhelmed him as he watched the girl glide into the train holding Draco's arm.
"EARTH TO POTTER!" Someone smacked him so hard on the back of the head he saw stars.
"OW, Hermione, what on earth was that for?"
"For acting like Ron in a roomful of Veelas. On the train! Now! It's leaving!"
Harry took a step towards the train, then cried out in anguish. "My toes! I think they're broken!"