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LJ Fan: I didn't know I had a biggest fan! I didn't even know I had a fan! I feel speshol!
Sorceress Jade: *Flings cabbages* TAKE THAT, BIATCH!
*'s is for thoughts.
This chapter is one where the Mary-Sue author reveals the tiny part of Angst and sadness in her, but she fails miserably, and all that is left is stupidity and would-be angst. We also touch on her many and varied pets. Also, she almost dies. Take it, I said ALMOST. Stop celebrating, you, she won't actually die. * All faces in room fall * Don't worry, she'll die at the end! * Faces light up again * but its saving the world from Voldemort. * Faces fall again, and many people run away to be sick. *All of the characters in this chapter are very out of character. Take it from me, I wrote it. I also ate a burrito. ____________________
Voldemort flew hundreds of miles with Summer, before flying through an open window of a very old house. He set her down and looked at her, smiling. (T/A/N: by smiling, I mean looking disgusted)
"Why did you have to do that in front of the whole school?" Summer said. "Why didn't you get me before I was up on stage, or you could have told them you weren't taking me hostage, you were my father!"
"I put the Imperius charm on your friend - what was her name? Angela? No, Angel. I made her run out and make you come inside. If I had told the people I was your father, you would be pressed for information of my whereabouts. I do not want that. Also, you seemed too busy before you were up on stage, outside?" He said with a friendly smirk on his face.
"YOU WERE WATCHING?" Summer yelled. "THAT IS SO GROSS!"
"Ah . . . I never said I watched you, I merely said that you seemed busy. I saw you walk out with Lucius's son, and thought it best not to walk in on anything."
"Oh, it's a whole lot better, pretending to capture me!" Summer said jokingly.
"You sing well. I heard you for a while before I came in. You sound like a thousand burritos - COUGH COUGH, I mean a thousand Phoenixes." (T/A/N: by phoenixes, I mean burritos.) He said, ignoring the comment previous. "That must be from your mother. I never had much talent for music. But her . . . she would always sing. She was great at it, too. She sounded like a thousand burritos too . . . I mean, phoenixes." (T/A/N: again, I mean burritos.) He turned to the window, looking at the dark sky.
"My mother - who was she?" Voldemort turned back around to face her, his eyes full of the utmost sadness. (T/A/N: OOC!)
"She was a very powerful witch. She was going to work for the good side, but I persuaded her to join me. She had an unfortunate accident with a dragon, and so her blood was never human blood, but dragon blood. That was the source of her power. Her name was Tara Moonfire Callista (T/A/N: how Mary-Sue-ish!) and she died giving birth to you. So I picked you up and left you at the doorstep of two of her friends, well, they were her friends when she wasn't evil. I presumed that even if they didn't want anything to do with her anymore, at least they couldn't turn away a baby."
"Why did you leave me?" Summer said, sixteen years of not knowing coming through. "Did you blame me for her dying?"
"No, I never blamed you. How could I, as you were only newborn? It was my fault that she died. It is a beautiful thing, good and pure, to give birth. But she had taken many dark potions and put so many dark spells on herself that the two sides were literally waging war on each other. Of course, it is not pleasant to have a war inside you, so she died. I only left you at Daniel and Crystal Woods' doorstep because I knew that if you got brought up with me, I would only be able to teach you dark spells, and no school would accept you for your heritage. So then and there I decided that you needed a good upbringing, like I never had. Perhaps if I had been brought up as you had, we would be a proper family. It would be Tom, Tara and Summer, all the way. (T/A/N: could you really imagine Lord Voldemort, the most evil thing in existence, thinking about what could have been if the love of his life hadn't died, and if he was good? Thinking about HAPPY FAMILIES? Bloody hell, the Mary-Sue author is one twisted biatch. [By Mary- sue author, I mean me.]) So I knew that no young girl should have to learn dark magic when she should be playing with her friends. I left you for your own good, Summer. (T/A/N: 'for your own good' here means 'because I hate you') There is not a day in my life that I haven't thought of you, and wondered if I had kept you, what would have happened."
"Well, one thing's for sure" Summer said brightly.
"What's that?"
"If I wrote to my other parents telling them about my troubles, they'd tell me to study to get my mind off it. It's great that I have a caring dad that can take me hostage when I'm feeling blue" (T/A/N: by that piece of dialogue, I mean 'I want a burrito') Summer said. For thirty years, all Voldemort could laugh at was hurting people. Now, for the first time, he genuinely laughed. Summer and him stood there aimlessly; just laughing at nothing in particular, until two people came crashing through the window.
"Vell, if eet eesn't my guut frieeeeends Meester Dumbledooooooore unt Meeeeeester Snaaaaaaape" Voldemort said in a fake Mexican accent. (T/A/N: Voldie in Mexican? What is this world coming to, Miss Sue?)
"Stand aside, Miss Woods" (T/A/N: I almost wrote stand aside Mary Sue!) Snape said.
"Yes, it's ok now Summer, we have Voldemort, you can return to Hogwarts safely now." Dumbledore said, his face set. (T/A/N: by safely he means in a metal box, which has been put in a giant blender, been switched on, and pulled by a horse with a rope to Hogwarts, where she will be dropped in the lake and forgotten about.)
"No, no, you don't understand!" Summer said, at a loss for words. "I'm fine, I can go whenever I want! He's not controlling me or anything! It's fine!" She said, thinking they would get it. They didn't.
"Probably the Imperius charm . . ."Dumbledore said, pointing his wand at Voldemort.
"I'm not under the Imperius charm! You don't get it! Can you just LISTEN TO ME?" Summer yelled, but they took no notice of her.
"You give me no choice, Miss Woods." Snape said, while pointing his wand at her, she was lifted off her feet and floated to the other side of the room, kicking and fighting against the magic.
"FINAROS CAPITAROS!" Dumbledore shouted, and a blue orb of light sped towards Voldemort, but Summer had already ran halfway across the room towards Voldemort.
"NO!" she shouted, jumping in front of him. The blue orb hit her square in the chest, before covering her entire body with a blue glow, to add to her general RADIANCE. She looked at where the orb hit her, uttered: "oh!" and fell to the ground.
(T/A/N: you have to wait heaps more chaps before she ACTUALLY dies! Bummer! I need a comfort burrito!)
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There were many rumours surrounding the whole Summer-Voldemort-Dumbledore- Snape thing. The most popular rumour was that when Dumbledore and Snape had come there, Voldemort had Summer tied up on a chair, and had cursed her before apparating out. What really happened after Summer had fallen was Voldemort magicked a stretcher, floated Summer onto it, drawn the glow off her into his wand (which broke) and then apparated. Dumbledore had then turned the stretcher into a Portkey, which then took her to St Mungo's, (T/A/N: by St Mungo's I mean Dumbledore really couldn't give a crap where she went, so he didn't actually know where it would take her) while he and Snape apparated there.
Draco was very depressed, (T/A/N: by depressed I mean ecstatic) as he truly thought Summer was dead, and so soon after he had told her how he felt. Angel was depressed as well, but not like Draco was. They both presumed her dead, and so did most of the school.
"Angel?" Draco said.
"Yeah?"
"Can you get me a burrito?"
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Summer was lying in a hospital bed in a single ward at St Mungo's (T/A/N: only by lucky chance did she end up at St Mungo's!) , while Dumbledore and Snape sat beside her on hard-backed chairs.
"She wasn't under the Imperius curse" Dumbledore said. "As you know, I can tell whether someone is acting of their own free will of not. She was."
"But, I thought the only reason you wanted to curse Voldemort was to get Summer back safely . . ." Snape said.
"Well, I will tell you the reason, if you promise not to tell anyone?" Snape nodded. "I have been fighting against Lord Voldemort for longer than you have been teaching at Hogwarts. I had the perfect chance to kill him at the old Riddle house. I wished for him to be dead so much, that I put a students life in danger. I knew she would do anything to protect Voldemort, as he is her father." Snape gaped. (That rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't know it.) "But I thought there was a chance that she would act as a human shield. I decided to take a leap of faith and perform the spell anyway. It sickens me to think that I put one of my children's life in danger all because of some petty wish."
Snape stared. Dumbledore looked at the ceiling. Summer lay in her bed, wishing that she hadn't spent the last few minutes feigning not to be awake. And deep, deep underground, Voldemort stood, hoping against hope that his only living relative, his only daughter, the last memory of Tara, was not dead - because of his recklessness. (T/A/N: and I sat here, eating a burrito.)
*Oh god. I feel sick. Oh god. * Summer thought. *Oh god. I have to sneeze. * Quickly, she feigned waking up, then sneezed. * How's that for quick thinking? *
"Summer, you're awake. I will alert the Healer in charge." Dumbledore said.
"Wait, Professor . . . " Summer said; "What hit me before?"
Dumbledore hesitated, then walked back to her bed.
"Severus?" Snape looked around. "Could you get a Healer?" Snape nodded, and was almost at the door when Dumbledore said: "Oh, and Severus? Take your time." He said pointedly, and Snape nodded and left the room.
"That was the Energy Shooter Spell, Summer. It is immensely complex. It shoots out an orb of pure energy, coating the person's body with pinpoints of energy, causing them to fall into a coma, and it results in death if the spell isn't lifted. Your father pulled the energy into his wand, which shattered, then he disapparated. Sacrifice of one's own wand shows true devotion, Summer, for if I had performed the charm which could have stopped him from apparating, he would be defenceless."
"How did you know he was my father?" she asked, extremely confused.
"You have the same eyes, you know. Well, his before he changed them, and yours before you realised you were a metamorphmagi. I saw him walking down the street with you, the day your mother died. You turned your head towards me, and I knew then and there that you would not be like he is. (T/A/N: how did Dumbledore know that the baby was Summer?) So here we are, and you may return to Hogwarts once a Healer has checked you out. Would you like a burrito?"
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Summer returned to Hogwarts late that night, but she didn't feel like sleep. So instead she sat on her bed until 4am, thinking about her father. It made sense, she thought, that he would risk his life for her. She risked her life for him only a few seconds previous. *So now we're even* she thought. She stood up, bashing her head on the top of her four-poster bed, and biting her lip to stop herself crying out, she stepped down and changed her belly button ring to one of a pink gem on one end and a black one on the other. She went over to a cage on a shelf and waved her wand at it, and a mouse appeared on it. A deep purple snake snapped over to it, and swallowed it. Summer wrinkled her nose; she loved Dr. Phil, her snake, but hated how he ate live creatures. She walked over to another cage, and waved her wand at it. Three fat beetles appeared in one corner, which her pet spider, Lovebug, immediately crawled over to. She magicked a rat into her owl Callista's cage, then walked over to a tree branch she had charmed to grow into her dorm. She waved her wand and a hand of bananas appeared in a fork of the branch, next to a tiny fuzzy beanbag in another fork, where her black spider monkey, Meatloaf, slept. He woke up, and cooed his thanks, before going back to sleep. She smiled and magicked a huge chunk of raw meat into an even bigger food dish, and called out: "Sushi! Here girl!" A few seconds later a large black panther faded into the room, yawning her growly yawn. Because her father owned Sushi and put spells on her before Summer owned her, Sushi the panther had the ability to fade to invisible and back again. (T/A/N: That's all the pets this Mary-Sue has! Don't worry, other Sues have more strange pets.) Sushi's growl woke Angel up, and she stared at Summer for a while, before almost yelling out . . .
"Summer! You're alive!" Some of the girls stirred, so Summer motioned her to be quiet and follow her downstairs. Once they were in the common room, Summer told her all about what happened.
"But, if you're his daughter, then . . . you must be the heir (T/A/N: I just spelled heir as hair) of Slytherin! You'd better not go spreading that around, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go up and see Draco, I haven't seen him since the ball." Angel hesitated, then followed her up the stairs. Halfway up, she stopped. "Don't you want to come up? I thought you had a thing for that Blaise guy? He'll be up here too, you know." With that, Angel burst into tears and ran back down the stairs, Summer following.
"What's up?" She said, sitting next to Angel on the couch in the common room.
"Well, when . . . ~snif~ you went with your dad . . . ~snif~ He . . . he said that . . . he hoped you'd die, and then I said that . . .~snif~ I didn't like him saying stuff like that about you . . . and then . . . ~snif~ he said that he never liked me anyway, and that he hoped I'D die . . ." She said, crying.
"Oh, Angel . . . shhhhh, it's ok, it's ok. No guy is worth your tears, and when you find one that is, he won't make you cry." She said putting her arm around her. "What say we get a burrito for breakfast today." And they headed down to the hall.
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When Summer entered the hall, she noticed that there were much murmurs of her. To stop herself looking at anyone in particular, she looked up at the ceiling. It was bright blue and sunny today, *Perfect for Quidditch* she thought. *Oh God. We have Quidditch today, with the Gryffindors. * She noticed the Gryffindors looking depressed that she had come back, (they had seen her flatten the Ravenclaws her last match) and she smiled at the thought. She sat down with Draco, who was ecstatic that she wasn't actually dead. (T/A/N: I was ecstatic that she wasn't dead too! No, sorry, I meant to say HORRIFIED.) She told him friendlily to stop asking questions about her, because she was fine, and not actually dead, and told him to eat his burrito before it got cold.
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Summer walked down to the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand, for the match against Gryffindor. She was feeling very sick with apprehension, and wished she'd eaten something else for breakfast, as she didn't want to know how a burrito tasted coming back up. She got changed with her teammates and gave them quite a good (T/A/N: by good I mean shithouse) pep talk. Then they walked out onto the pitch, their faces set.
"Shake hands!" Madam Hooch said. Summer shook hands with the Gryffindor captain rather reluctantly, and the WHOLE TEAM (T/A/N: by the whole team I mean no one) laughed as she looked disgusted and wiped her hand on a beater's robes.
"READY?" Madam Hooch called out. Then, with a blow of her whistle, they were off. Madam Hooch decided she couldn't be fucked umpiring, and went to do some paperwork. (T/A/N: by paperwork I mean she went to eat a burrito)
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Honourable Mentions:
LJ Fan: I didn't know I had a biggest fan! I didn't even know I had a fan! I feel speshol!
Sorceress Jade: *Flings cabbages* TAKE THAT, BIATCH!
*'s is for thoughts.
This chapter is one where the Mary-Sue author reveals the tiny part of Angst and sadness in her, but she fails miserably, and all that is left is stupidity and would-be angst. We also touch on her many and varied pets. Also, she almost dies. Take it, I said ALMOST. Stop celebrating, you, she won't actually die. * All faces in room fall * Don't worry, she'll die at the end! * Faces light up again * but its saving the world from Voldemort. * Faces fall again, and many people run away to be sick. *All of the characters in this chapter are very out of character. Take it from me, I wrote it. I also ate a burrito. ____________________
Voldemort flew hundreds of miles with Summer, before flying through an open window of a very old house. He set her down and looked at her, smiling. (T/A/N: by smiling, I mean looking disgusted)
"Why did you have to do that in front of the whole school?" Summer said. "Why didn't you get me before I was up on stage, or you could have told them you weren't taking me hostage, you were my father!"
"I put the Imperius charm on your friend - what was her name? Angela? No, Angel. I made her run out and make you come inside. If I had told the people I was your father, you would be pressed for information of my whereabouts. I do not want that. Also, you seemed too busy before you were up on stage, outside?" He said with a friendly smirk on his face.
"YOU WERE WATCHING?" Summer yelled. "THAT IS SO GROSS!"
"Ah . . . I never said I watched you, I merely said that you seemed busy. I saw you walk out with Lucius's son, and thought it best not to walk in on anything."
"Oh, it's a whole lot better, pretending to capture me!" Summer said jokingly.
"You sing well. I heard you for a while before I came in. You sound like a thousand burritos - COUGH COUGH, I mean a thousand Phoenixes." (T/A/N: by phoenixes, I mean burritos.) He said, ignoring the comment previous. "That must be from your mother. I never had much talent for music. But her . . . she would always sing. She was great at it, too. She sounded like a thousand burritos too . . . I mean, phoenixes." (T/A/N: again, I mean burritos.) He turned to the window, looking at the dark sky.
"My mother - who was she?" Voldemort turned back around to face her, his eyes full of the utmost sadness. (T/A/N: OOC!)
"She was a very powerful witch. She was going to work for the good side, but I persuaded her to join me. She had an unfortunate accident with a dragon, and so her blood was never human blood, but dragon blood. That was the source of her power. Her name was Tara Moonfire Callista (T/A/N: how Mary-Sue-ish!) and she died giving birth to you. So I picked you up and left you at the doorstep of two of her friends, well, they were her friends when she wasn't evil. I presumed that even if they didn't want anything to do with her anymore, at least they couldn't turn away a baby."
"Why did you leave me?" Summer said, sixteen years of not knowing coming through. "Did you blame me for her dying?"
"No, I never blamed you. How could I, as you were only newborn? It was my fault that she died. It is a beautiful thing, good and pure, to give birth. But she had taken many dark potions and put so many dark spells on herself that the two sides were literally waging war on each other. Of course, it is not pleasant to have a war inside you, so she died. I only left you at Daniel and Crystal Woods' doorstep because I knew that if you got brought up with me, I would only be able to teach you dark spells, and no school would accept you for your heritage. So then and there I decided that you needed a good upbringing, like I never had. Perhaps if I had been brought up as you had, we would be a proper family. It would be Tom, Tara and Summer, all the way. (T/A/N: could you really imagine Lord Voldemort, the most evil thing in existence, thinking about what could have been if the love of his life hadn't died, and if he was good? Thinking about HAPPY FAMILIES? Bloody hell, the Mary-Sue author is one twisted biatch. [By Mary- sue author, I mean me.]) So I knew that no young girl should have to learn dark magic when she should be playing with her friends. I left you for your own good, Summer. (T/A/N: 'for your own good' here means 'because I hate you') There is not a day in my life that I haven't thought of you, and wondered if I had kept you, what would have happened."
"Well, one thing's for sure" Summer said brightly.
"What's that?"
"If I wrote to my other parents telling them about my troubles, they'd tell me to study to get my mind off it. It's great that I have a caring dad that can take me hostage when I'm feeling blue" (T/A/N: by that piece of dialogue, I mean 'I want a burrito') Summer said. For thirty years, all Voldemort could laugh at was hurting people. Now, for the first time, he genuinely laughed. Summer and him stood there aimlessly; just laughing at nothing in particular, until two people came crashing through the window.
"Vell, if eet eesn't my guut frieeeeends Meester Dumbledooooooore unt Meeeeeester Snaaaaaaape" Voldemort said in a fake Mexican accent. (T/A/N: Voldie in Mexican? What is this world coming to, Miss Sue?)
"Stand aside, Miss Woods" (T/A/N: I almost wrote stand aside Mary Sue!) Snape said.
"Yes, it's ok now Summer, we have Voldemort, you can return to Hogwarts safely now." Dumbledore said, his face set. (T/A/N: by safely he means in a metal box, which has been put in a giant blender, been switched on, and pulled by a horse with a rope to Hogwarts, where she will be dropped in the lake and forgotten about.)
"No, no, you don't understand!" Summer said, at a loss for words. "I'm fine, I can go whenever I want! He's not controlling me or anything! It's fine!" She said, thinking they would get it. They didn't.
"Probably the Imperius charm . . ."Dumbledore said, pointing his wand at Voldemort.
"I'm not under the Imperius charm! You don't get it! Can you just LISTEN TO ME?" Summer yelled, but they took no notice of her.
"You give me no choice, Miss Woods." Snape said, while pointing his wand at her, she was lifted off her feet and floated to the other side of the room, kicking and fighting against the magic.
"FINAROS CAPITAROS!" Dumbledore shouted, and a blue orb of light sped towards Voldemort, but Summer had already ran halfway across the room towards Voldemort.
"NO!" she shouted, jumping in front of him. The blue orb hit her square in the chest, before covering her entire body with a blue glow, to add to her general RADIANCE. She looked at where the orb hit her, uttered: "oh!" and fell to the ground.
(T/A/N: you have to wait heaps more chaps before she ACTUALLY dies! Bummer! I need a comfort burrito!)
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There were many rumours surrounding the whole Summer-Voldemort-Dumbledore- Snape thing. The most popular rumour was that when Dumbledore and Snape had come there, Voldemort had Summer tied up on a chair, and had cursed her before apparating out. What really happened after Summer had fallen was Voldemort magicked a stretcher, floated Summer onto it, drawn the glow off her into his wand (which broke) and then apparated. Dumbledore had then turned the stretcher into a Portkey, which then took her to St Mungo's, (T/A/N: by St Mungo's I mean Dumbledore really couldn't give a crap where she went, so he didn't actually know where it would take her) while he and Snape apparated there.
Draco was very depressed, (T/A/N: by depressed I mean ecstatic) as he truly thought Summer was dead, and so soon after he had told her how he felt. Angel was depressed as well, but not like Draco was. They both presumed her dead, and so did most of the school.
"Angel?" Draco said.
"Yeah?"
"Can you get me a burrito?"
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Summer was lying in a hospital bed in a single ward at St Mungo's (T/A/N: only by lucky chance did she end up at St Mungo's!) , while Dumbledore and Snape sat beside her on hard-backed chairs.
"She wasn't under the Imperius curse" Dumbledore said. "As you know, I can tell whether someone is acting of their own free will of not. She was."
"But, I thought the only reason you wanted to curse Voldemort was to get Summer back safely . . ." Snape said.
"Well, I will tell you the reason, if you promise not to tell anyone?" Snape nodded. "I have been fighting against Lord Voldemort for longer than you have been teaching at Hogwarts. I had the perfect chance to kill him at the old Riddle house. I wished for him to be dead so much, that I put a students life in danger. I knew she would do anything to protect Voldemort, as he is her father." Snape gaped. (That rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't know it.) "But I thought there was a chance that she would act as a human shield. I decided to take a leap of faith and perform the spell anyway. It sickens me to think that I put one of my children's life in danger all because of some petty wish."
Snape stared. Dumbledore looked at the ceiling. Summer lay in her bed, wishing that she hadn't spent the last few minutes feigning not to be awake. And deep, deep underground, Voldemort stood, hoping against hope that his only living relative, his only daughter, the last memory of Tara, was not dead - because of his recklessness. (T/A/N: and I sat here, eating a burrito.)
*Oh god. I feel sick. Oh god. * Summer thought. *Oh god. I have to sneeze. * Quickly, she feigned waking up, then sneezed. * How's that for quick thinking? *
"Summer, you're awake. I will alert the Healer in charge." Dumbledore said.
"Wait, Professor . . . " Summer said; "What hit me before?"
Dumbledore hesitated, then walked back to her bed.
"Severus?" Snape looked around. "Could you get a Healer?" Snape nodded, and was almost at the door when Dumbledore said: "Oh, and Severus? Take your time." He said pointedly, and Snape nodded and left the room.
"That was the Energy Shooter Spell, Summer. It is immensely complex. It shoots out an orb of pure energy, coating the person's body with pinpoints of energy, causing them to fall into a coma, and it results in death if the spell isn't lifted. Your father pulled the energy into his wand, which shattered, then he disapparated. Sacrifice of one's own wand shows true devotion, Summer, for if I had performed the charm which could have stopped him from apparating, he would be defenceless."
"How did you know he was my father?" she asked, extremely confused.
"You have the same eyes, you know. Well, his before he changed them, and yours before you realised you were a metamorphmagi. I saw him walking down the street with you, the day your mother died. You turned your head towards me, and I knew then and there that you would not be like he is. (T/A/N: how did Dumbledore know that the baby was Summer?) So here we are, and you may return to Hogwarts once a Healer has checked you out. Would you like a burrito?"
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Summer returned to Hogwarts late that night, but she didn't feel like sleep. So instead she sat on her bed until 4am, thinking about her father. It made sense, she thought, that he would risk his life for her. She risked her life for him only a few seconds previous. *So now we're even* she thought. She stood up, bashing her head on the top of her four-poster bed, and biting her lip to stop herself crying out, she stepped down and changed her belly button ring to one of a pink gem on one end and a black one on the other. She went over to a cage on a shelf and waved her wand at it, and a mouse appeared on it. A deep purple snake snapped over to it, and swallowed it. Summer wrinkled her nose; she loved Dr. Phil, her snake, but hated how he ate live creatures. She walked over to another cage, and waved her wand at it. Three fat beetles appeared in one corner, which her pet spider, Lovebug, immediately crawled over to. She magicked a rat into her owl Callista's cage, then walked over to a tree branch she had charmed to grow into her dorm. She waved her wand and a hand of bananas appeared in a fork of the branch, next to a tiny fuzzy beanbag in another fork, where her black spider monkey, Meatloaf, slept. He woke up, and cooed his thanks, before going back to sleep. She smiled and magicked a huge chunk of raw meat into an even bigger food dish, and called out: "Sushi! Here girl!" A few seconds later a large black panther faded into the room, yawning her growly yawn. Because her father owned Sushi and put spells on her before Summer owned her, Sushi the panther had the ability to fade to invisible and back again. (T/A/N: That's all the pets this Mary-Sue has! Don't worry, other Sues have more strange pets.) Sushi's growl woke Angel up, and she stared at Summer for a while, before almost yelling out . . .
"Summer! You're alive!" Some of the girls stirred, so Summer motioned her to be quiet and follow her downstairs. Once they were in the common room, Summer told her all about what happened.
"But, if you're his daughter, then . . . you must be the heir (T/A/N: I just spelled heir as hair) of Slytherin! You'd better not go spreading that around, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go up and see Draco, I haven't seen him since the ball." Angel hesitated, then followed her up the stairs. Halfway up, she stopped. "Don't you want to come up? I thought you had a thing for that Blaise guy? He'll be up here too, you know." With that, Angel burst into tears and ran back down the stairs, Summer following.
"What's up?" She said, sitting next to Angel on the couch in the common room.
"Well, when . . . ~snif~ you went with your dad . . . ~snif~ He . . . he said that . . . he hoped you'd die, and then I said that . . .~snif~ I didn't like him saying stuff like that about you . . . and then . . . ~snif~ he said that he never liked me anyway, and that he hoped I'D die . . ." She said, crying.
"Oh, Angel . . . shhhhh, it's ok, it's ok. No guy is worth your tears, and when you find one that is, he won't make you cry." She said putting her arm around her. "What say we get a burrito for breakfast today." And they headed down to the hall.
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When Summer entered the hall, she noticed that there were much murmurs of her. To stop herself looking at anyone in particular, she looked up at the ceiling. It was bright blue and sunny today, *Perfect for Quidditch* she thought. *Oh God. We have Quidditch today, with the Gryffindors. * She noticed the Gryffindors looking depressed that she had come back, (they had seen her flatten the Ravenclaws her last match) and she smiled at the thought. She sat down with Draco, who was ecstatic that she wasn't actually dead. (T/A/N: I was ecstatic that she wasn't dead too! No, sorry, I meant to say HORRIFIED.) She told him friendlily to stop asking questions about her, because she was fine, and not actually dead, and told him to eat his burrito before it got cold.
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Summer walked down to the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand, for the match against Gryffindor. She was feeling very sick with apprehension, and wished she'd eaten something else for breakfast, as she didn't want to know how a burrito tasted coming back up. She got changed with her teammates and gave them quite a good (T/A/N: by good I mean shithouse) pep talk. Then they walked out onto the pitch, their faces set.
"Shake hands!" Madam Hooch said. Summer shook hands with the Gryffindor captain rather reluctantly, and the WHOLE TEAM (T/A/N: by the whole team I mean no one) laughed as she looked disgusted and wiped her hand on a beater's robes.
"READY?" Madam Hooch called out. Then, with a blow of her whistle, they were off. Madam Hooch decided she couldn't be fucked umpiring, and went to do some paperwork. (T/A/N: by paperwork I mean she went to eat a burrito)
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