Short and Sweet
Jessica woke up in her dorm; the other seventh year girls were still asleep as she got out of her bed. She looked around at the others while getting dressed, Typical, never awake for breakfast. Lazy brats. She sighed, Today is the day. Today I have to do it. I have to ask out Harry Potter. The boy who should have died. Damn him. He probably can't even get dressed by himself, how the hell did he manage to live this long. I can't believe I let the Lord talk me into this. I guess there weren't any others that could do it, but still. But, if the Lord wants me to do it, I will.
She headed down the stairs to the common room, Empty, as always, quickly passing through it and too the hallway she saw a piece of wood on one of the chairs. Strange, she thought, but quickly overlooked it and headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast. As she entered she went towards the nearly empty table at the end of the hall. It's always empty. Why'd I have to be in the laziest house of them all?
Sitting down she thought, Should I do it now? Or wait until lunch? Or possibly dinner? What happens if he says no? Using magic to get him to say yes even with the right precautions could be dangerous with Dumbledore so near. I guess I'll just have to do my innocent act. I was never one of the Slytherins to make fun of him a lot, that was Draco's department, hopefully he never realizes that it's all an act. But of course, this act isn't that hard to play: the sweet, shy girl who really doesn't want to be a Slytherin. They fall for it every time
She looked up from her plate in front of her and saw Manda sitting towards the middle of the table, Interesting. She didn't use to go to school here. So there is another person that could do the job, but it wouldn't make sense for her to do it, would it? No, she must be new here this year. Considering I don't think she was even.
Jessica saw Harry get up from the Gryffindor table, and surprisingly his devoted followers, that Mudblood and the Weasel, didn't come after him. Perfect, he's alone. Noting this, she quickly got up and followed him briskly out of the hall. It's time.
Harry was about to turn to the right to get to his next class, when Jessica pushed her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear and called out smiling, "Hey Harry!"
Harry turned stopped and turned around, looking at her surprised. Of course he's surprised, I'm a Slytherin. "What do you want?" Harry replied, excepting some insult to be thrown at him, instead he found that the girl, Jessica he believes, walked towards him with a smile on her lips and a look of sincerity in her eyes.
"Harry, umm.I was wondering.if you would like to go out sometime?" she smiled hopefully, biting her lip slightly she tried to look innocent. "But.you're a Slytherin" Harry replied shocked.
"Oh, but not all Slytherins are bad. I'm different. I like people for who they are, and not because of what house they are in," she grabbed his arm gently, "I thought you would be the same Harry. You seemed like that kind of person, and that's why I liked you, because of who you are."
"Alright." he replied hesitantly to her first question.
Jessica smiled, "Great," she said kissing him gently on the cheek, "Will you go with me to the seventh year Halloween Ball then?"
"Of course, Jessica."
"You're such a sweetie, but I have to go to class now. See you soon."
She walked away smiling, as Harry stayed where he was. Shocked.
That was easier then I thought it would be, I can't believe he fell for it that easily. The Lord will be happy, but how to go along with the rest of the plan might take some time. Perfection must be reached before we try.
She ran off to Charms and entered the class and sat down next to Draco. "It worked," she whispered.
Ah, so it worked, Draco thought,surprising result. But it is Potter we're talking about, what can you expect with him? He'll believe anything.
Flitwick entered the room, a surprising seventeen minutes late. [i]He's never late. I wonder what was keeping him. Hmm.it's not like it matters. So, step one of the plan worked. Manda's here now too, I think. I saw her at breakfast; she might be forced to help with the plan. Actually, I'm pretty sure Voldie will make her help, considering she always manages to get into every single plan.
Ugh.why did I decide I wouldn't join until I graduated? I think I changed my mind, I'll ask father if its possible for me to have the initiation over winter break. I'm sure it is. Then I could probably help more with the plan. I'm already going to help, whether or not I'm one or not, but I'll probably do more if I join officially. Besides, only people at Hogwart's will be able to feasibly help with the plan besides planning. Everything has to be done by students here, unless, the plan isn't done until after Potter graduates.
That would mean that they might not have the plan finish for a year or two.If Potter really falls for it, maybe some useful information will be obtained. Interesting.Voldie probably wants to get it over with as soon as possible, but Potter might be able to help us. He's bound to become some type of Ministry official or become an Auror or something like that, even though he's not that smart, he does get okay grades, but everyone will want him because they believe he is like their bloody savior or something.damn.people are stupid.
So, if he does become something like that, we could kill two birds with one stone, as simple as that. I wonder if Voldie would follow my plan even if I was a Death Eater, probably not.I'd still be new, I probably wouldn't even be aloud to talk to him.but my father is in his Inner Circle, Second in Command even.Manda's also in the Inner Circle, Maybe she will agree with my idea. Damn.Manda's two years younger then me and in the Inner Circle? She wasn't even alive when Voldemort met his downfall! But he's here again.I suppose he always was, but few people knew.At least she's smarter then most of the Death Eaters, I'm sure some of them probably can't even tie their own damn shoes.I should be able to get more power quickly.
Some people have inside information and go up quickly that way, like Manda, her dad was the Minister of Magic in the US.hmm.I wonder, would that make a good source for information? I might be able to because of my Father. I'm also smarter then most of them, even my grades show it.of course neither my Father nor Voldie probably care that I'm Head Boy or that I have the best grades in my year after that Mudblood Granger. But, wasn't Voldie Head Boy too? Maybe he'll see that as a good thing. But then again, maybe not.
I suppose getting a job for me won't be that hard, I've already had a few offers from companies, even one from the Ministry. I'll have to have another career if I'm a Death Eater, otherwise its too.obvious. Damn.this is my last year at Hogwart's.this might be the last year I'm inside these walls.soon I'm going out into the real world, where war is all around, not just the war against us and them, but the war against countries, against lifestyles, against.the war against life.
It's all a war, living in this world is a war, it's a fight with ourselves, a fight to try and stay alive. A fight for freedom from our own chained cells. The chained cells of our mind, of our body, of our soul. We live in war all the time, it is our life, it will always be our life. War is always going to happen on this earth. It always will, there will always be that struggle with ourselves. Maybe the fighting will stop sometime on the outside, but on the inside we will always be struggling to win the war with ourselves, struggling to live, to die. Life is a war for all, even the people who have nothing to worry about, they are also at war, because there will always be something unknown, someone they should have met. And there has to be one minute of their lives that they regret.it could just be a minute, it could be a lifetime, and that eats away at you. It eats away at you. Since life is always war then why even bother to live. The opposite of war isn't peace. There will never be peace either, but there will be the opposite of war. The opposite of war is creation; war is destruction, destruction of mind or body. When there is no more war, there will still be creation. When there is no more war, there will not be peace, because peace is created by war existing. As much as we don't want to admit that, it has to be true, if there wasn't such a thing as war, there would not be such a thing as peace. There has to be war existing somewhere for people to want peace, there may be so called peace at places, but there has to be war for there to be peace.
But peace doesn't exist. War does. Without the struggles of life, without the war that inhabits our minds and corrupts our bodies, there would be no such thing as peace; peace is as intangible as living a life without fear, without hope, without courage. Living a life without living for live. Living a life for yourself and not who's around you. Living a life and not living with everything that is effecting you. Peace is as intangible as living a perfect life. A life that will never happen.
Draco felt a sharp poke in his ribs and slightly jumped, leaving his thoughts behind. Jess had poked him with her wand, "Hey Drac, class is over hon."
"Damn.do we have any homework?"
"No."
"Good, what did we do then?"
"Oh," they had both walked out of the room and were heading towards Potions in the Dungeons but this point, "Flitwick was explaining to us about 'Current Events.' He was talking about the attack last night."
"Attack?"
"Yeah, the attack, don't you know about it? A few Aurors managed to capture a few Death Eaters.. They're calling it an 'attack' supposedly, the papers are saying that the ministry has two of The Lord's inner circle captured.ha"
"Who do they really have then?"
"I can't tell you."
"You know I'll find out soon anyways from my father, so just tell me." "No.you won't find out from your father."
"What do you mean, of course my father will tell me."
"No, he won't. He couldn't, its
impossible."
Draco stopped walking, "What do you mean impossible?" Draco wanted to know. Draco needed to know.
"I'll tell you later."
"No, you'll tell me now."
Jessica woke up in her dorm; the other seventh year girls were still asleep as she got out of her bed. She looked around at the others while getting dressed, Typical, never awake for breakfast. Lazy brats. She sighed, Today is the day. Today I have to do it. I have to ask out Harry Potter. The boy who should have died. Damn him. He probably can't even get dressed by himself, how the hell did he manage to live this long. I can't believe I let the Lord talk me into this. I guess there weren't any others that could do it, but still. But, if the Lord wants me to do it, I will.
She headed down the stairs to the common room, Empty, as always, quickly passing through it and too the hallway she saw a piece of wood on one of the chairs. Strange, she thought, but quickly overlooked it and headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast. As she entered she went towards the nearly empty table at the end of the hall. It's always empty. Why'd I have to be in the laziest house of them all?
Sitting down she thought, Should I do it now? Or wait until lunch? Or possibly dinner? What happens if he says no? Using magic to get him to say yes even with the right precautions could be dangerous with Dumbledore so near. I guess I'll just have to do my innocent act. I was never one of the Slytherins to make fun of him a lot, that was Draco's department, hopefully he never realizes that it's all an act. But of course, this act isn't that hard to play: the sweet, shy girl who really doesn't want to be a Slytherin. They fall for it every time
She looked up from her plate in front of her and saw Manda sitting towards the middle of the table, Interesting. She didn't use to go to school here. So there is another person that could do the job, but it wouldn't make sense for her to do it, would it? No, she must be new here this year. Considering I don't think she was even.
Jessica saw Harry get up from the Gryffindor table, and surprisingly his devoted followers, that Mudblood and the Weasel, didn't come after him. Perfect, he's alone. Noting this, she quickly got up and followed him briskly out of the hall. It's time.
Harry was about to turn to the right to get to his next class, when Jessica pushed her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear and called out smiling, "Hey Harry!"
Harry turned stopped and turned around, looking at her surprised. Of course he's surprised, I'm a Slytherin. "What do you want?" Harry replied, excepting some insult to be thrown at him, instead he found that the girl, Jessica he believes, walked towards him with a smile on her lips and a look of sincerity in her eyes.
"Harry, umm.I was wondering.if you would like to go out sometime?" she smiled hopefully, biting her lip slightly she tried to look innocent. "But.you're a Slytherin" Harry replied shocked.
"Oh, but not all Slytherins are bad. I'm different. I like people for who they are, and not because of what house they are in," she grabbed his arm gently, "I thought you would be the same Harry. You seemed like that kind of person, and that's why I liked you, because of who you are."
"Alright." he replied hesitantly to her first question.
Jessica smiled, "Great," she said kissing him gently on the cheek, "Will you go with me to the seventh year Halloween Ball then?"
"Of course, Jessica."
"You're such a sweetie, but I have to go to class now. See you soon."
She walked away smiling, as Harry stayed where he was. Shocked.
That was easier then I thought it would be, I can't believe he fell for it that easily. The Lord will be happy, but how to go along with the rest of the plan might take some time. Perfection must be reached before we try.
She ran off to Charms and entered the class and sat down next to Draco. "It worked," she whispered.
Ah, so it worked, Draco thought,surprising result. But it is Potter we're talking about, what can you expect with him? He'll believe anything.
Flitwick entered the room, a surprising seventeen minutes late. [i]He's never late. I wonder what was keeping him. Hmm.it's not like it matters. So, step one of the plan worked. Manda's here now too, I think. I saw her at breakfast; she might be forced to help with the plan. Actually, I'm pretty sure Voldie will make her help, considering she always manages to get into every single plan.
Ugh.why did I decide I wouldn't join until I graduated? I think I changed my mind, I'll ask father if its possible for me to have the initiation over winter break. I'm sure it is. Then I could probably help more with the plan. I'm already going to help, whether or not I'm one or not, but I'll probably do more if I join officially. Besides, only people at Hogwart's will be able to feasibly help with the plan besides planning. Everything has to be done by students here, unless, the plan isn't done until after Potter graduates.
That would mean that they might not have the plan finish for a year or two.If Potter really falls for it, maybe some useful information will be obtained. Interesting.Voldie probably wants to get it over with as soon as possible, but Potter might be able to help us. He's bound to become some type of Ministry official or become an Auror or something like that, even though he's not that smart, he does get okay grades, but everyone will want him because they believe he is like their bloody savior or something.damn.people are stupid.
So, if he does become something like that, we could kill two birds with one stone, as simple as that. I wonder if Voldie would follow my plan even if I was a Death Eater, probably not.I'd still be new, I probably wouldn't even be aloud to talk to him.but my father is in his Inner Circle, Second in Command even.Manda's also in the Inner Circle, Maybe she will agree with my idea. Damn.Manda's two years younger then me and in the Inner Circle? She wasn't even alive when Voldemort met his downfall! But he's here again.I suppose he always was, but few people knew.At least she's smarter then most of the Death Eaters, I'm sure some of them probably can't even tie their own damn shoes.I should be able to get more power quickly.
Some people have inside information and go up quickly that way, like Manda, her dad was the Minister of Magic in the US.hmm.I wonder, would that make a good source for information? I might be able to because of my Father. I'm also smarter then most of them, even my grades show it.of course neither my Father nor Voldie probably care that I'm Head Boy or that I have the best grades in my year after that Mudblood Granger. But, wasn't Voldie Head Boy too? Maybe he'll see that as a good thing. But then again, maybe not.
I suppose getting a job for me won't be that hard, I've already had a few offers from companies, even one from the Ministry. I'll have to have another career if I'm a Death Eater, otherwise its too.obvious. Damn.this is my last year at Hogwart's.this might be the last year I'm inside these walls.soon I'm going out into the real world, where war is all around, not just the war against us and them, but the war against countries, against lifestyles, against.the war against life.
It's all a war, living in this world is a war, it's a fight with ourselves, a fight to try and stay alive. A fight for freedom from our own chained cells. The chained cells of our mind, of our body, of our soul. We live in war all the time, it is our life, it will always be our life. War is always going to happen on this earth. It always will, there will always be that struggle with ourselves. Maybe the fighting will stop sometime on the outside, but on the inside we will always be struggling to win the war with ourselves, struggling to live, to die. Life is a war for all, even the people who have nothing to worry about, they are also at war, because there will always be something unknown, someone they should have met. And there has to be one minute of their lives that they regret.it could just be a minute, it could be a lifetime, and that eats away at you. It eats away at you. Since life is always war then why even bother to live. The opposite of war isn't peace. There will never be peace either, but there will be the opposite of war. The opposite of war is creation; war is destruction, destruction of mind or body. When there is no more war, there will still be creation. When there is no more war, there will not be peace, because peace is created by war existing. As much as we don't want to admit that, it has to be true, if there wasn't such a thing as war, there would not be such a thing as peace. There has to be war existing somewhere for people to want peace, there may be so called peace at places, but there has to be war for there to be peace.
But peace doesn't exist. War does. Without the struggles of life, without the war that inhabits our minds and corrupts our bodies, there would be no such thing as peace; peace is as intangible as living a life without fear, without hope, without courage. Living a life without living for live. Living a life for yourself and not who's around you. Living a life and not living with everything that is effecting you. Peace is as intangible as living a perfect life. A life that will never happen.
Draco felt a sharp poke in his ribs and slightly jumped, leaving his thoughts behind. Jess had poked him with her wand, "Hey Drac, class is over hon."
"Damn.do we have any homework?"
"No."
"Good, what did we do then?"
"Oh," they had both walked out of the room and were heading towards Potions in the Dungeons but this point, "Flitwick was explaining to us about 'Current Events.' He was talking about the attack last night."
"Attack?"
"Yeah, the attack, don't you know about it? A few Aurors managed to capture a few Death Eaters.. They're calling it an 'attack' supposedly, the papers are saying that the ministry has two of The Lord's inner circle captured.ha"
"Who do they really have then?"
"I can't tell you."
"You know I'll find out soon anyways from my father, so just tell me." "No.you won't find out from your father."
"What do you mean, of course my father will tell me."
"No, he won't. He couldn't, its
impossible."
Draco stopped walking, "What do you mean impossible?" Draco wanted to know. Draco needed to know.
"I'll tell you later."
"No, you'll tell me now."