A/N: Hey look! It has been almost half a year since I started this story.
I have had like no time at all to do anything except school work. But I
have a four and a half day weekend because exams are officially over!
*CELEBRATION!!* Yes, and I have had some major writer's block. But not
anymore. So enjoy the next chapter of HAVOC AT HOGWARTS!
Havoc at Hogwarts
Hermione and Eris walked along in silence until they came to the staircases. There, they parted ways. Hermione went to the library to finish her homework, and Eris to the Great hall for some late lunch.
When she arrived, there were a few people lazing about, doing homework or gossiping.
"I cannot for the life of me find my brush," Lavendar complained to Parvati. "Oh!"
The reason for this was that Professor Trelawney had just walked in and was sniffling loudly. She quietly asked 'Professor Dubbledore if he could blease fetch her a cub of soub' since she was sick.
Parvati and Lavendar looked around at Eris with identical astonished looks on their faces. They clearly had remembered her predictions from a few days before.
Ron, apparently, had fallen asleep during lunch and woke with a start when Eris loudly plunked next to him.
"I didn't do it!" he said groggily. "Oh," he realized that there was nothing he could have done. "Hey, Eris," he said, stretching up to the nonexistent ceiling. "Have you seen Ginny? Mum sent us a letter this morning."
"I think I saw her a few minutes ago just outside here."
"Ok, thanks," he replied as he slumped to the doors. A minute after the doors had closed, a high pitched, semi-girly scream echoed through everyone's ears.
"THOMAS! What do you think you are doing with MY sister?!" Eris immediately jumped off the bench and dashed toward the scene.
"Ron, please calm down," Ginny tried to say to her brother.
"No! I will not calm down! I have been rudely awoken and decide to find my nice, innocent little sister for a chat. Well she's not so innocent anymore! I see you stumbling out of the caretaker's closet with DEAN THOMAS!"
"Ron, stop embarrassing yourself." He was quickly turning a shade of fuchsia and then bright tomato at this comment.
"I'm not the one to be embarrassed! I just came out here and see one of my roommates having a snog with my little sister!" with that, he stalked off toward the Gryffindor Tower.
"Well that was a lovely little scene," Ginny stated as she turned into the great hall. "Well, what are you lot staring at? Get back to whatever you were doing!"
* * * *
Back in the dormitory, Ron was going on a 'violent' rampage. By violent, he was throwing pillows and stuffed animals and blankets around the room. He plunked himself down amid a mess of flying feathers and random bits of fluff when Harry and Hermione walked in.
"That's a nice fine mess you have made over a silly little thing. Why do you always have to overreact?" Hermione said, scolding.
"I do not overreact!" Ron said angrily as he spat at a feather that landed on the bridge of his nose.
Hermione sighed and set her bag down. She pulled out her wand and said a charm to make the stuffing go back into the bears; the pillows restore their feathers, and blankets to fold themselves neatly.
"Alright, I admit I did get a little too angry," Ron confessed, surveying to room. Then his eyes landed on Hermione. "You do know that you're not allowed to be in here."
"Oh you are very welcome, Ron." And she stalked out.
"Well, excuse me for living," Ron muttered. "Great, she left her book bag in here."
"Look, there's a bit of parchment sticking out," Harry said, pointing to it. "It says my name on it." He looked around and tugged on the corner. It easily slid out of the pocket and unfolded itself neatly.
"Harry, we really shouldn't be looking through Hermione's stuff," Ron said, but looked over his shoulder anyway. A gasp escaped him at the words on the paper.
Goodness! Why can't my friends ever do anything for themselves? It's all about Hermione giving them the answers. Hermione, what's the answer to the history homework? How do you do this? How do you do that? Oh, I don't feel like doing it on time so will you please do it for me? Why can't they just do it themselves? OH, because they are too stupid to figure out for themselves that if you just listen in class you might actually learn something! Although I don't know how anyone would be able to if they can't even afford to get proper books a quills and parchment. Mr. Weasly needs to step it up and get himself a real job! Or maybe he wouldn't have to if he and that wife of his would ever stop popping out babies. They take in every stray cat that wanders across the yard. Even Harry! They knew he was probably insane and yet they take him in. He is not their son and needs to learn that he can't just keep leeching off others!
There was more, but neither wanted to read it. They sat in silence until Hermione came bustling into the room.
"Sorry, I think I left my bag in here. You two look like you just saw a ghost. That doesn't work, does it?" Neither said a word. They just sat there, with expressions of confusion mixed with extreme hurt on their faces.
Hermione took the parchment gingerly out of their hands and reached for her bag. She read the letter that she didn't write as she walked down the staircase to the common room, a frown deepening after each sentence.
Eris sauntered past Hermione as she made her way to the boy's dormitories. She gave her an evil grin and opened the door to the room where Harry and Ron sat motionless.
"Hey, you guys. What's wrong?"
"We have just been insulted by our best friend," Harry said, incredulous.
"I don't believe it," Ron told them and walked slowly to the door and down the staircase.
"I know Harry, its okay," Eris said, weaving hypnosis into her voice.
"You, you know what it said?" Harry asked in a semi-monotone expression.
"Yes, and I think that she needs to pay for her insults. She obviously thinks less of you than you thought. You need to make her feel pain for it."
"Pain? But it wasn't that bad. . . "Harry tried to fight the hypnosis.
"Yes. Yes it was," Eris enforced her tone, and then made it gentler. "She's too smart for you. She said it herself. The only way to defeat her is with power that she doesn't know."
Harry was giving in. "And what might that be?"
"The Dark Side. You must join the Dark Side and you can defeat her. She and anyone else who has ever doubted or ridiculed you." Eris's eyes turned a violent shade of Cherry and realized she was winning. "Join Lord Voldemort and you shall forevermore be on the top and never have to worry about Hermione again."
The name stirred something inside Harry. She hadn't actually said Hermione's name in a while. He looked up at her eyes and saw the red, immediately becoming frightened.
Eris saw him unaffected by her hypnosis and realized she had failed. She tore her eyes away from the face of Harry Potter and wiped his memory of the incident.
* * * *
"I thought you said that Hypnosis was a specialty of yours!" Voldemort had jut been informed of Eris's progress, or lack- thereof.
"I tried. But he has like a wall, or something and he wasn't fully surrendering. Nothing could get through that thick skull," Eris complained.
"All right, but you try it again."
Eris began tossing a golden apple up and down. Voldemort's eyes followed it, flinching each time she almost dropped it. "Don't worry, honey. I got it all under control."
A/N: so, how was that? I hope it sort of made up for the space in between. I really would enjoy it if I got a review or two, but if you decide that you don't feel like it, that's okay. Just write one eventually. I like to know how I am doing. Have a nice day!
Havoc at Hogwarts
Hermione and Eris walked along in silence until they came to the staircases. There, they parted ways. Hermione went to the library to finish her homework, and Eris to the Great hall for some late lunch.
When she arrived, there were a few people lazing about, doing homework or gossiping.
"I cannot for the life of me find my brush," Lavendar complained to Parvati. "Oh!"
The reason for this was that Professor Trelawney had just walked in and was sniffling loudly. She quietly asked 'Professor Dubbledore if he could blease fetch her a cub of soub' since she was sick.
Parvati and Lavendar looked around at Eris with identical astonished looks on their faces. They clearly had remembered her predictions from a few days before.
Ron, apparently, had fallen asleep during lunch and woke with a start when Eris loudly plunked next to him.
"I didn't do it!" he said groggily. "Oh," he realized that there was nothing he could have done. "Hey, Eris," he said, stretching up to the nonexistent ceiling. "Have you seen Ginny? Mum sent us a letter this morning."
"I think I saw her a few minutes ago just outside here."
"Ok, thanks," he replied as he slumped to the doors. A minute after the doors had closed, a high pitched, semi-girly scream echoed through everyone's ears.
"THOMAS! What do you think you are doing with MY sister?!" Eris immediately jumped off the bench and dashed toward the scene.
"Ron, please calm down," Ginny tried to say to her brother.
"No! I will not calm down! I have been rudely awoken and decide to find my nice, innocent little sister for a chat. Well she's not so innocent anymore! I see you stumbling out of the caretaker's closet with DEAN THOMAS!"
"Ron, stop embarrassing yourself." He was quickly turning a shade of fuchsia and then bright tomato at this comment.
"I'm not the one to be embarrassed! I just came out here and see one of my roommates having a snog with my little sister!" with that, he stalked off toward the Gryffindor Tower.
"Well that was a lovely little scene," Ginny stated as she turned into the great hall. "Well, what are you lot staring at? Get back to whatever you were doing!"
* * * *
Back in the dormitory, Ron was going on a 'violent' rampage. By violent, he was throwing pillows and stuffed animals and blankets around the room. He plunked himself down amid a mess of flying feathers and random bits of fluff when Harry and Hermione walked in.
"That's a nice fine mess you have made over a silly little thing. Why do you always have to overreact?" Hermione said, scolding.
"I do not overreact!" Ron said angrily as he spat at a feather that landed on the bridge of his nose.
Hermione sighed and set her bag down. She pulled out her wand and said a charm to make the stuffing go back into the bears; the pillows restore their feathers, and blankets to fold themselves neatly.
"Alright, I admit I did get a little too angry," Ron confessed, surveying to room. Then his eyes landed on Hermione. "You do know that you're not allowed to be in here."
"Oh you are very welcome, Ron." And she stalked out.
"Well, excuse me for living," Ron muttered. "Great, she left her book bag in here."
"Look, there's a bit of parchment sticking out," Harry said, pointing to it. "It says my name on it." He looked around and tugged on the corner. It easily slid out of the pocket and unfolded itself neatly.
"Harry, we really shouldn't be looking through Hermione's stuff," Ron said, but looked over his shoulder anyway. A gasp escaped him at the words on the paper.
Goodness! Why can't my friends ever do anything for themselves? It's all about Hermione giving them the answers. Hermione, what's the answer to the history homework? How do you do this? How do you do that? Oh, I don't feel like doing it on time so will you please do it for me? Why can't they just do it themselves? OH, because they are too stupid to figure out for themselves that if you just listen in class you might actually learn something! Although I don't know how anyone would be able to if they can't even afford to get proper books a quills and parchment. Mr. Weasly needs to step it up and get himself a real job! Or maybe he wouldn't have to if he and that wife of his would ever stop popping out babies. They take in every stray cat that wanders across the yard. Even Harry! They knew he was probably insane and yet they take him in. He is not their son and needs to learn that he can't just keep leeching off others!
There was more, but neither wanted to read it. They sat in silence until Hermione came bustling into the room.
"Sorry, I think I left my bag in here. You two look like you just saw a ghost. That doesn't work, does it?" Neither said a word. They just sat there, with expressions of confusion mixed with extreme hurt on their faces.
Hermione took the parchment gingerly out of their hands and reached for her bag. She read the letter that she didn't write as she walked down the staircase to the common room, a frown deepening after each sentence.
Eris sauntered past Hermione as she made her way to the boy's dormitories. She gave her an evil grin and opened the door to the room where Harry and Ron sat motionless.
"Hey, you guys. What's wrong?"
"We have just been insulted by our best friend," Harry said, incredulous.
"I don't believe it," Ron told them and walked slowly to the door and down the staircase.
"I know Harry, its okay," Eris said, weaving hypnosis into her voice.
"You, you know what it said?" Harry asked in a semi-monotone expression.
"Yes, and I think that she needs to pay for her insults. She obviously thinks less of you than you thought. You need to make her feel pain for it."
"Pain? But it wasn't that bad. . . "Harry tried to fight the hypnosis.
"Yes. Yes it was," Eris enforced her tone, and then made it gentler. "She's too smart for you. She said it herself. The only way to defeat her is with power that she doesn't know."
Harry was giving in. "And what might that be?"
"The Dark Side. You must join the Dark Side and you can defeat her. She and anyone else who has ever doubted or ridiculed you." Eris's eyes turned a violent shade of Cherry and realized she was winning. "Join Lord Voldemort and you shall forevermore be on the top and never have to worry about Hermione again."
The name stirred something inside Harry. She hadn't actually said Hermione's name in a while. He looked up at her eyes and saw the red, immediately becoming frightened.
Eris saw him unaffected by her hypnosis and realized she had failed. She tore her eyes away from the face of Harry Potter and wiped his memory of the incident.
* * * *
"I thought you said that Hypnosis was a specialty of yours!" Voldemort had jut been informed of Eris's progress, or lack- thereof.
"I tried. But he has like a wall, or something and he wasn't fully surrendering. Nothing could get through that thick skull," Eris complained.
"All right, but you try it again."
Eris began tossing a golden apple up and down. Voldemort's eyes followed it, flinching each time she almost dropped it. "Don't worry, honey. I got it all under control."
A/N: so, how was that? I hope it sort of made up for the space in between. I really would enjoy it if I got a review or two, but if you decide that you don't feel like it, that's okay. Just write one eventually. I like to know how I am doing. Have a nice day!