A/N Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for I'm sure. *notice
obvious sarcasm* Well, anyway, for all you people who haven't figured it
out yet (or I haven't told you yet), you get to find out who Fawkes'
parents are in this chapter. Not very exciting, and I hope no one has lost
sleep over it, but I decided it might become relevant later.
Disclaimer: I own Fawkes, Rachel, and Sarah. Take Rachel and Sarah and suffer my wraith, they're from my original story. The brilliant minds of Jay and Acacia thought of PPC, certainly not me, J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything to do with it, and the Great Master Tolkien created Lord of the Rings.
Chapter 3: Planning Her Demise
The next day Rachel, Sarah, and I got up early for Quidditch practice. I was a chaser, Rachel and Sarah just came to watch. Luckily, it was raining, so we could easily lure Filch by tracking mud all over the castle.
Practice was done early because our new Keeper, (4th one this month) Crysantha, didn't want to get all wet and muddy.
Now, supposedly, I'm not supposed to be able to get dirty, but I was practically rolling in the mud because 1) I could find Filch easier like this, 2) it was fun, and 3) for some reason it made the Sue mad; heh heh.
What made my mood go sour early was seeing a large, black dog in the bleachers watching us practice.
"Is that Sirius?" asked Harry from right next to me.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said as I walked away. He looked at me, obviously confused. He'd told me about Sirius a long time ago, but I was playing dumb at the moment so that he'd leave me alone and I could escape with Sarah and Rachel.
Tramping mud in the castle is more fun then you'd think, even with Impending Doom coming upon us. Sure enough, Filch was there in a flash. "What do you girls think you're doing?" He really can make anyone fear for their life.
"Trying to get your attention," I said calmly. "I'm sure you have heard of the new Mary-Sue, right?" From the way he's mumbling under his breath, I'd say yes. "Well, you see, Rachel, Sarah, and I need your help again."
He glared at me. You have no idea how scary it is to see Filch glare at you. "I remember," he said, "you lot early got me killed."
"Incinerated to be exact," said Rachel, grinning. What is it with her and fire?
"Yes," said Fitch, now glaring at Rachel, "I remember." Yeah, so do I. Nasty run-in with a Snape luster that was, apparently, half-demon, so she could set almost anything on fire at will. It was not fun.
"Well, Mr. Fitch, sir," said Sarah, trying to be polite, "we can't kill this one without your help." Fitch though about this for a long time, so long in fact that I was about to scream, but then decided that it probably wouldn't be a good idea.
"Fine," he finally said, "I'll help."
"Good," I smiled, "here's what you need to do. . ."
~*~
"Well," said Rachel as we walked back to the Common Room, "that went well."
"It definitely went better then we thought," I said. "Pig brains."
"I'm sorry," said the Fat Lady, "the Mary-Sue changed the password."
"Again!?" the three of us yelled.
"Guess it this time," the Fat Lady said in a bored voice.
"Crysantha?" I guessed. "Middle-Earth? Mellon? Legolas?"
"There you go!" and she swung open.
"Legolas," Sarah muttered, disgusted.
"I just hope our plan works," said Rachel as we walked in to the Common Room only to see every guy in Gryffindor (except for Harry and Ron who were no where to be seen) staring at Crysantha. "Oh! Fawkes!" she called as I tried to go up to bed. "Your mom was looking for you, you should go find her." Muttering darkly under my breath, I walked back out in to the hall.
"I wish you wouldn't bother me all the time," said the Fat Lady. "When are all of you girls going to leave?"
"I have no idea," I muttered as I walked away. That was the great thing about the Fat Lady; she was never fooled and always ignored. Plus, she can always see what's happening around the castle.
Faintly I could've sworn I heard funeral music playing, but it was probably my mind playing tricks on me. Opening the door, I saw her sitting there, correcting papers; my mom, Arwen.
I coughed to get her attention and she looked up at me. "Fawkes!" she said, getting up and hugging me, also nearly suffocating me in the process. She's one of those people you try to avoid when it comes to hugs because she can really squeeze a person.
"Hi mom," I said rather dully as she let go of me and looked me over, deciding what to say. "You weren't in class yesterday, how come?"
"Wasn't feeling well," I muttered. Sometimes it was rather interesting to have Arwen teach Defense Against the Dark Arts because sometimes the author would try to sneak in another character to take her place; Remus is the favorite.
"Have you met Crysantha?" she asked.
"Yes," I said darkly as I looked up at Arwen. Sometimes she'd briefly come out of her Mary-Sue trance, but, unfortunately, this didn't seem like one of those times.
"Have you been nice to her?"
"Of course!" I lied.
She nodded, apparently satisfied with my answer. "Good, I'm glade you two are getting along." I have a feeling that that's not why she called me down to her office. "We're going to have some visitors next week." Oh shit! Legolas is coming! Is the Fellowship coming with him? I hope not!
"Why?" I asked. There was a long pause in the story and a silence from where I was standing. Ah, of course, there is no reason. Well, as soon as I realized that Arwen wasn't going to say anything, I left. Great, more people from Middle-Earth, just what I need; NOT!
Never a moment's rest, now we're going to have to kill her sooner! Not that I'm complaining, of course. . .
~*~*~
A/N Well, there's the next chapter, hope you all liked it! To Sidra: Hey! Good IDEA! I should also kill what's-her-name from that crossover fic. But, just so you know, all this takes place BEFORE OotP, later I'll find more Sue fics for afterwards, but right now this is how it's going. Well, anyway! Hope you've enjoyed the story so far, bye all!
~Fawkes
Disclaimer: I own Fawkes, Rachel, and Sarah. Take Rachel and Sarah and suffer my wraith, they're from my original story. The brilliant minds of Jay and Acacia thought of PPC, certainly not me, J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything to do with it, and the Great Master Tolkien created Lord of the Rings.
Chapter 3: Planning Her Demise
The next day Rachel, Sarah, and I got up early for Quidditch practice. I was a chaser, Rachel and Sarah just came to watch. Luckily, it was raining, so we could easily lure Filch by tracking mud all over the castle.
Practice was done early because our new Keeper, (4th one this month) Crysantha, didn't want to get all wet and muddy.
Now, supposedly, I'm not supposed to be able to get dirty, but I was practically rolling in the mud because 1) I could find Filch easier like this, 2) it was fun, and 3) for some reason it made the Sue mad; heh heh.
What made my mood go sour early was seeing a large, black dog in the bleachers watching us practice.
"Is that Sirius?" asked Harry from right next to me.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said as I walked away. He looked at me, obviously confused. He'd told me about Sirius a long time ago, but I was playing dumb at the moment so that he'd leave me alone and I could escape with Sarah and Rachel.
Tramping mud in the castle is more fun then you'd think, even with Impending Doom coming upon us. Sure enough, Filch was there in a flash. "What do you girls think you're doing?" He really can make anyone fear for their life.
"Trying to get your attention," I said calmly. "I'm sure you have heard of the new Mary-Sue, right?" From the way he's mumbling under his breath, I'd say yes. "Well, you see, Rachel, Sarah, and I need your help again."
He glared at me. You have no idea how scary it is to see Filch glare at you. "I remember," he said, "you lot early got me killed."
"Incinerated to be exact," said Rachel, grinning. What is it with her and fire?
"Yes," said Fitch, now glaring at Rachel, "I remember." Yeah, so do I. Nasty run-in with a Snape luster that was, apparently, half-demon, so she could set almost anything on fire at will. It was not fun.
"Well, Mr. Fitch, sir," said Sarah, trying to be polite, "we can't kill this one without your help." Fitch though about this for a long time, so long in fact that I was about to scream, but then decided that it probably wouldn't be a good idea.
"Fine," he finally said, "I'll help."
"Good," I smiled, "here's what you need to do. . ."
~*~
"Well," said Rachel as we walked back to the Common Room, "that went well."
"It definitely went better then we thought," I said. "Pig brains."
"I'm sorry," said the Fat Lady, "the Mary-Sue changed the password."
"Again!?" the three of us yelled.
"Guess it this time," the Fat Lady said in a bored voice.
"Crysantha?" I guessed. "Middle-Earth? Mellon? Legolas?"
"There you go!" and she swung open.
"Legolas," Sarah muttered, disgusted.
"I just hope our plan works," said Rachel as we walked in to the Common Room only to see every guy in Gryffindor (except for Harry and Ron who were no where to be seen) staring at Crysantha. "Oh! Fawkes!" she called as I tried to go up to bed. "Your mom was looking for you, you should go find her." Muttering darkly under my breath, I walked back out in to the hall.
"I wish you wouldn't bother me all the time," said the Fat Lady. "When are all of you girls going to leave?"
"I have no idea," I muttered as I walked away. That was the great thing about the Fat Lady; she was never fooled and always ignored. Plus, she can always see what's happening around the castle.
Faintly I could've sworn I heard funeral music playing, but it was probably my mind playing tricks on me. Opening the door, I saw her sitting there, correcting papers; my mom, Arwen.
I coughed to get her attention and she looked up at me. "Fawkes!" she said, getting up and hugging me, also nearly suffocating me in the process. She's one of those people you try to avoid when it comes to hugs because she can really squeeze a person.
"Hi mom," I said rather dully as she let go of me and looked me over, deciding what to say. "You weren't in class yesterday, how come?"
"Wasn't feeling well," I muttered. Sometimes it was rather interesting to have Arwen teach Defense Against the Dark Arts because sometimes the author would try to sneak in another character to take her place; Remus is the favorite.
"Have you met Crysantha?" she asked.
"Yes," I said darkly as I looked up at Arwen. Sometimes she'd briefly come out of her Mary-Sue trance, but, unfortunately, this didn't seem like one of those times.
"Have you been nice to her?"
"Of course!" I lied.
She nodded, apparently satisfied with my answer. "Good, I'm glade you two are getting along." I have a feeling that that's not why she called me down to her office. "We're going to have some visitors next week." Oh shit! Legolas is coming! Is the Fellowship coming with him? I hope not!
"Why?" I asked. There was a long pause in the story and a silence from where I was standing. Ah, of course, there is no reason. Well, as soon as I realized that Arwen wasn't going to say anything, I left. Great, more people from Middle-Earth, just what I need; NOT!
Never a moment's rest, now we're going to have to kill her sooner! Not that I'm complaining, of course. . .
~*~*~
A/N Well, there's the next chapter, hope you all liked it! To Sidra: Hey! Good IDEA! I should also kill what's-her-name from that crossover fic. But, just so you know, all this takes place BEFORE OotP, later I'll find more Sue fics for afterwards, but right now this is how it's going. Well, anyway! Hope you've enjoyed the story so far, bye all!
~Fawkes
