A/N: Hey! This is where the co-writing comes in, as I have said numerous
times. Thank you to lise Carew who knows her history and made me feel
inspired to get this chapter up so quickly. I dedicate this to you. muchas
gracias. And since I always forget a disclaimer, it's in my profile now so
don't sue me. Danka Shane!
Havoc at Hogwarts
In the staff room, the teachers were having a conference. None looked too pleased.
"She disrespected me in my class!" said McGonagall.
"She interrupted my class to jibber about nothing," Snape exclaimed.
Trelawney was still in a state of shock.
"I liked her," said Hagrid thoughtfully. "She can talk ter a sphinx."
"That settles everything!" Snape exclaimed.
"An' whas' that supposed ta mean?" Hagrid said forcefully.
"Anyone you like must be a menace," He concluded.
"Enough! What should we do about Eris?" asked Dumbledore calmly.
"Kick her out! That's the only logical answer!" Trelawney said suddenly. "' the Fates have better things to do than' . . . oversized insect!" Trelawney burst into tears from the memory of the insult.
"No. No, we must not do that. We should all try to be nice to her. She could be a danger to us," He decided.
"What do you mean, Albus? A danger? What could a 16 year old girl do that would endanger us?" asked Minerva sensibly.
"I cannot answer that. The only thing I can tell you to do is . . . don't let her see she's on your nerves."
"But . . ." Trelawney said hopelessly.
"That's that. Now hop off to dinner"
* * * *
Harry, Ron and Hermione took their places at the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to toast and marmalade.
"I hope Eris doesn't try anything funny today," Hermione grumbled.
"I don't think she will. Look at her, she is being completely quiet," remarked Harry.
"That can never be a good thing," Ron pointed out. "What's she saying to herself?" Harry whispered. To be sure, Eris was muttering to herself while putting cream cheese on the bagel she was holding. Out of the blue, she threw the bagel on the table with frustration and screamed,
"Tail of newt, not eye of newt!" she smacked her own head and picked up the bagel.
"What's she on about?" Ron asked.
"The world may never know," Harry answered.
In History of Magic, Eris was scribbling furiously whispering to herself. Hermione was beginning to have a good day after all. She snuck a look at Eris's paper and saw that instead of notes, she had what looked like a recipe and reminders written. Things like RAT'S liver, not MOUSE'S liver were huge and underlined until you could hardly see the words. Hermione frowned and shook her head. It wasn't her problem.
Potions started out as usual and Eris looked suddenly happier.
"That's a first," Ron said.
"What?" asked Harry.
"Someone is happy in potions," He said.
Eris smiled inwardly and counted the amount of times she was supposed to stir her concoction. It was not, in fact, what was written up on the board, but a burning potion. It burns but it doesn't burn anything else. She took the spoon out of it defiantly and dipped in her hand. Quickly, before anyone saw, she whispered 'lumos' and held the flame to her fingers. They instantly inflamed and she put her hand on the desk.
Harry was the first to notice that Eris was drumming her fingers on the table. He did a double take and saw that her hand was on fire!
"Erm . . . Eris? I think you have a problem," he said
"Do I? Hmm," She shrugged, not looking at her hand.
"Professor? Eris has got a bit of a problem," Harry explained to Snape, but he wasn't listening.
Finally Hermione noticed, "Eris! I think your hand is on fire!"
"Well look at that."
"I think you should try to put it out!" Hermione said.
"Gee golly gosh! I should!" Eris said conversationally, not paying attention to the fact that half the class was now looking at her flaming hand. Something dawned on her. She looked down at her hand and let out a high pitched scream. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! My hand is on fire! What do I do? What do I do?" She looked panicked and the students around her were taking on the same expression.
Snape had finally turned around and looked fearful, "People, calm down," he was trying to say. He started casting spells in her direction to put out the fire. Nothing was working. (That could have been because Eris was moving her hand out of the way. The spells were hitting other people and the result turned out to be very amusing.)
"Okay, okay I've got an idea," Eris said over the yelps of people being hit by spells. Much to her delight, more people were catching on fire. (A clever illusion and heating spell on her part) She turned her hand horizontally and blew a raspberry with her tongue that Peeves would have been proud of.
Instead of putting it out, the spit went right through and erupted in an explosion of flames on the other side.
"Cool! I can spit fire!" Eris said gleefully and continued 'spitting fire' while the class broke out in pandemonium.
'This is turning out better than I thought,' Eris told herself. Little did she know, Hermione had figured out the illusion and was ignoring it. She took the time to experiment with Eris's potion and find out what it was.
"She dipped her hand in it and lit it on fire. Why is she not burning?" suddenly it dawned on her. "The little weasel!" she said loudly. Ron shot her a look. "Sorry, Ron," She reached into her robes for her wand and found that it wasn't there. Hermione looked up and around at the scene before her.
People were screaming towards the door, but unable to get out. 'Eris must have locked it. Use Alohamora!' she thought. The illusion was quite good, she had to admit. The fake fire was smoldering things in its path. The potions dungeon was up to its neck in flames. Random things that had been on the shelves and in cabinets had fallen out and were burning at an alarming rate. Hermione looked closely and saw very few of the objects had actually fallen. Another trick Eris had created. The outlines of the ingredients and such were still intact on their shelves.
Eris was still making her hand roar with flames. For a moment she stopped and bent down to pick something up. It looked like a stick. No, a wand. Hermione's wand!
Hermione charged through people, knocking a few into the fake flames on her way. They screamed with agony, but stopped when they realized they weren't burning. Hermione got to Eris who was cheerfully making more of a mess of things by flicking her wand about and making objects crash into people.
"Eris! Stop this and give me my bloody wand!"
"Hmm? I can't hear you!" Even though she obviously could.
"Fine! You are just making it difficult for yourself! Give me my wand!"
"And let you ruin this mess? Of course not!" Hermione picked up a stray wand that had rolled across her feet and pointed it in Eris's direction.
"Expelliarmus!" She cried. Both she and Eris's wand came flying toward her as the goddess was knocked forward. The flaming illusion flickered, making Eris angry.
"Why did you do that? You are no fun at all!" she whined.
"Because you are a menace!" she retorted.
"Prat."
"Immature"
"Tosser!" Eris snapped.
"Well, I never . . ." Hermione said, taken aback.
"That's right. And you never will," Eris said, making the flames rise higher, smoldering everything.
"How can you . . . without your wand?" Hermione stammered. She shook her head and pointed a wand to the door and screamed, "Alohamora!" The door flew open. A relieved look washed over the students as they gushed through the door.
Then she pointed to the flames and did a complicated charm to remove the illusion. People stopped screaming and looking terrified. Snape poked his head out from under his desk.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Eris," Hermione said.
"You should be! I had to remember how to do this dumb potion all day! You ruined my hard work."
"Detention," said Snape, rising from his hiding spot. "Detention for both of you."
"For what?' Eris spat.
"Disrupting my class. You are dismissed."
* * * *
"I though I made it clear to lie low," Voldemort scolded.
"You can't expect me to be a good girl and do nothing!"
"If you pull another stunt like that . . ." He trailed off, letting her
think up punishments with her imagination.
"You know, Tommy, I don't think this is working," Eris said viciously.
"What are you talking about?"
"This whole command thing. I am way more powerful than you. We both know
that. So I should be in charge," she explained to him like a mother
explaining that her child couldn't have the candy bar they wanted.
Especially since the mother wanted to avoid a trip to the dentist.
"No! It's my plan so it's my directions!" he whined.
"Yeah, and?" she said. He paused, unable to say anything.
"Right. So I do what I want, try to get what's-his-name to convert,
yaddah yaddah yaddah," She told him.
"But . . ." he started to say.
"I don't think you want to finish that sentence," She said, inflicting
pain on him with every word.
"No," he gave in. Both were thinking the same thing, though.
'I'm in charge. No matter what happens.'
A/N: So yeah, I didn't really get reviews from anyone for the last
chapter. I feel like no one loves me. But I guess that's because I'm a
bighorn sheep. (Inside joke) well, whatever. Tell me, does this make
anyone bored? I swear it gets really good. I have chapter 7 already
written. It's the best. But the rating for that is PG-13. Sexual humor.
But I will never get to chapter 7 if no one tells me they read my
story!!! Yes, so please click that little button there and make me a
happy sheep. Baa.
Havoc at Hogwarts
In the staff room, the teachers were having a conference. None looked too pleased.
"She disrespected me in my class!" said McGonagall.
"She interrupted my class to jibber about nothing," Snape exclaimed.
Trelawney was still in a state of shock.
"I liked her," said Hagrid thoughtfully. "She can talk ter a sphinx."
"That settles everything!" Snape exclaimed.
"An' whas' that supposed ta mean?" Hagrid said forcefully.
"Anyone you like must be a menace," He concluded.
"Enough! What should we do about Eris?" asked Dumbledore calmly.
"Kick her out! That's the only logical answer!" Trelawney said suddenly. "' the Fates have better things to do than' . . . oversized insect!" Trelawney burst into tears from the memory of the insult.
"No. No, we must not do that. We should all try to be nice to her. She could be a danger to us," He decided.
"What do you mean, Albus? A danger? What could a 16 year old girl do that would endanger us?" asked Minerva sensibly.
"I cannot answer that. The only thing I can tell you to do is . . . don't let her see she's on your nerves."
"But . . ." Trelawney said hopelessly.
"That's that. Now hop off to dinner"
* * * *
Harry, Ron and Hermione took their places at the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to toast and marmalade.
"I hope Eris doesn't try anything funny today," Hermione grumbled.
"I don't think she will. Look at her, she is being completely quiet," remarked Harry.
"That can never be a good thing," Ron pointed out. "What's she saying to herself?" Harry whispered. To be sure, Eris was muttering to herself while putting cream cheese on the bagel she was holding. Out of the blue, she threw the bagel on the table with frustration and screamed,
"Tail of newt, not eye of newt!" she smacked her own head and picked up the bagel.
"What's she on about?" Ron asked.
"The world may never know," Harry answered.
In History of Magic, Eris was scribbling furiously whispering to herself. Hermione was beginning to have a good day after all. She snuck a look at Eris's paper and saw that instead of notes, she had what looked like a recipe and reminders written. Things like RAT'S liver, not MOUSE'S liver were huge and underlined until you could hardly see the words. Hermione frowned and shook her head. It wasn't her problem.
Potions started out as usual and Eris looked suddenly happier.
"That's a first," Ron said.
"What?" asked Harry.
"Someone is happy in potions," He said.
Eris smiled inwardly and counted the amount of times she was supposed to stir her concoction. It was not, in fact, what was written up on the board, but a burning potion. It burns but it doesn't burn anything else. She took the spoon out of it defiantly and dipped in her hand. Quickly, before anyone saw, she whispered 'lumos' and held the flame to her fingers. They instantly inflamed and she put her hand on the desk.
Harry was the first to notice that Eris was drumming her fingers on the table. He did a double take and saw that her hand was on fire!
"Erm . . . Eris? I think you have a problem," he said
"Do I? Hmm," She shrugged, not looking at her hand.
"Professor? Eris has got a bit of a problem," Harry explained to Snape, but he wasn't listening.
Finally Hermione noticed, "Eris! I think your hand is on fire!"
"Well look at that."
"I think you should try to put it out!" Hermione said.
"Gee golly gosh! I should!" Eris said conversationally, not paying attention to the fact that half the class was now looking at her flaming hand. Something dawned on her. She looked down at her hand and let out a high pitched scream. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! My hand is on fire! What do I do? What do I do?" She looked panicked and the students around her were taking on the same expression.
Snape had finally turned around and looked fearful, "People, calm down," he was trying to say. He started casting spells in her direction to put out the fire. Nothing was working. (That could have been because Eris was moving her hand out of the way. The spells were hitting other people and the result turned out to be very amusing.)
"Okay, okay I've got an idea," Eris said over the yelps of people being hit by spells. Much to her delight, more people were catching on fire. (A clever illusion and heating spell on her part) She turned her hand horizontally and blew a raspberry with her tongue that Peeves would have been proud of.
Instead of putting it out, the spit went right through and erupted in an explosion of flames on the other side.
"Cool! I can spit fire!" Eris said gleefully and continued 'spitting fire' while the class broke out in pandemonium.
'This is turning out better than I thought,' Eris told herself. Little did she know, Hermione had figured out the illusion and was ignoring it. She took the time to experiment with Eris's potion and find out what it was.
"She dipped her hand in it and lit it on fire. Why is she not burning?" suddenly it dawned on her. "The little weasel!" she said loudly. Ron shot her a look. "Sorry, Ron," She reached into her robes for her wand and found that it wasn't there. Hermione looked up and around at the scene before her.
People were screaming towards the door, but unable to get out. 'Eris must have locked it. Use Alohamora!' she thought. The illusion was quite good, she had to admit. The fake fire was smoldering things in its path. The potions dungeon was up to its neck in flames. Random things that had been on the shelves and in cabinets had fallen out and were burning at an alarming rate. Hermione looked closely and saw very few of the objects had actually fallen. Another trick Eris had created. The outlines of the ingredients and such were still intact on their shelves.
Eris was still making her hand roar with flames. For a moment she stopped and bent down to pick something up. It looked like a stick. No, a wand. Hermione's wand!
Hermione charged through people, knocking a few into the fake flames on her way. They screamed with agony, but stopped when they realized they weren't burning. Hermione got to Eris who was cheerfully making more of a mess of things by flicking her wand about and making objects crash into people.
"Eris! Stop this and give me my bloody wand!"
"Hmm? I can't hear you!" Even though she obviously could.
"Fine! You are just making it difficult for yourself! Give me my wand!"
"And let you ruin this mess? Of course not!" Hermione picked up a stray wand that had rolled across her feet and pointed it in Eris's direction.
"Expelliarmus!" She cried. Both she and Eris's wand came flying toward her as the goddess was knocked forward. The flaming illusion flickered, making Eris angry.
"Why did you do that? You are no fun at all!" she whined.
"Because you are a menace!" she retorted.
"Prat."
"Immature"
"Tosser!" Eris snapped.
"Well, I never . . ." Hermione said, taken aback.
"That's right. And you never will," Eris said, making the flames rise higher, smoldering everything.
"How can you . . . without your wand?" Hermione stammered. She shook her head and pointed a wand to the door and screamed, "Alohamora!" The door flew open. A relieved look washed over the students as they gushed through the door.
Then she pointed to the flames and did a complicated charm to remove the illusion. People stopped screaming and looking terrified. Snape poked his head out from under his desk.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Eris," Hermione said.
"You should be! I had to remember how to do this dumb potion all day! You ruined my hard work."
"Detention," said Snape, rising from his hiding spot. "Detention for both of you."
"For what?' Eris spat.
"Disrupting my class. You are dismissed."
* * * *
"I though I made it clear to lie low," Voldemort scolded.
"You can't expect me to be a good girl and do nothing!"
"If you pull another stunt like that . . ." He trailed off, letting her
think up punishments with her imagination.
"You know, Tommy, I don't think this is working," Eris said viciously.
"What are you talking about?"
"This whole command thing. I am way more powerful than you. We both know
that. So I should be in charge," she explained to him like a mother
explaining that her child couldn't have the candy bar they wanted.
Especially since the mother wanted to avoid a trip to the dentist.
"No! It's my plan so it's my directions!" he whined.
"Yeah, and?" she said. He paused, unable to say anything.
"Right. So I do what I want, try to get what's-his-name to convert,
yaddah yaddah yaddah," She told him.
"But . . ." he started to say.
"I don't think you want to finish that sentence," She said, inflicting
pain on him with every word.
"No," he gave in. Both were thinking the same thing, though.
'I'm in charge. No matter what happens.'
A/N: So yeah, I didn't really get reviews from anyone for the last
chapter. I feel like no one loves me. But I guess that's because I'm a
bighorn sheep. (Inside joke) well, whatever. Tell me, does this make
anyone bored? I swear it gets really good. I have chapter 7 already
written. It's the best. But the rating for that is PG-13. Sexual humor.
But I will never get to chapter 7 if no one tells me they read my
story!!! Yes, so please click that little button there and make me a
happy sheep. Baa.