(Author's Note: Greetings. Please, readers. Lumberjack names! I can't
introduce him until I have a name for him. Trogdor? Gustav? Gomez?
And now gentle readers-gently read Chapter Three: Insanity and Vengeance. Two of my favorite things.)
As he walked out of the ice cream parlor, Harry nearly fell over as he saw the girl waving at Hermione. Hermione. "Wow." Harry nearly dropped the ice cream cones he was carrying. He turned to Ron. "Who is THAT?" Harry didn't usually consider himself a skirt-chaser, womanizer or a flirt (although Hermione thinks differently), but this girl prompted him to become all three of those things.
The dark girl was wandering over to Hermione. "Hermione," she said in a mellifluous voice. "I've come to you. As I was instructed to do."
Hermione smiled, pleased that her plan was going well. "Yes. Excellent job." She turned to The Boy Who Lived. "This is Harry." She nodded her head and exaggerated Harry's name.
The girl knowingly nodded. "Is this the one?" she asked Hermione. Hermione nodded. Ginny looked towards her brother, but Ron's eyes were too fixated on Hermione to absorb the strange conversation
The girl extended her hand to Harry. "Hello, Harry." She gracefully shook his hand. "My name is Dementia."
"Dementia," breathed Harry. "What a beautiful name." He stared into her hypnotic eyes.
"Thank you." Dementia smiled, revealing her perfect teeth. "It means "insanity."
Harry was still grasping her hand. "My name's Harry. It means.well, I don't think it means anything."
"My name's Ron," said Ron. "That's my sister Ginny."
"It means "virgin," added Ginny. Hermione, Dementia and her threw back their heads and laughed.
"What a fitting name," commented Hermione, laughing over the inappropriate name for her boy-crazy friend.
Despite who her brother was and who her own friends were, Hermione was somewhat fond of Ginny. There was something about the girl that Hermione found interesting. Her ability to smooth over nearly any situation was intriguing. Hermione was confident that the Goddess would value such a follower, not to mention how skilled Ginny was in most magical areas.
Hermione narrowed her eyes in anger. Harry was now openly gaping at her creation, Dementia. What right does he have to even LOOK at her, Hermione thought angrily. He's scum and Dementia is.she's perfect. She relaxed her face and resumed her custom stressed-out smile. "Say, Harry. Are you gong to give me that ice cream anytime soon?"
"Oh, sure." Harry fumbled and handed Hermione her ice cream. "Would you like me to get you some ice cream, Dementia?"
"No thank you. I don't need to eat." Dementia smiled again. Harry stared into their blinding whiteness. There was something odd about this girl, he thought. "Do you mind if I sit with you, Harry?"
Harry coughed nervously. "No, not at all." Dementia slid into the seat next to Harry. The five teenagers clustered around a table and began to eat their ice cream.
"So, Dementia," began Harry. "Where do you go to school?" Don't say Dumstrang, please don't, thought Harry. Let this girl be going to Hogwarts..
She fixed her eyes on him. "I will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with my mistress, Her-"
"Trelawney!" shrieked Hermione, before Dementia revealed anything more. She smiled weakly. "Dementia is Trelawney's niece."
Dementia frowned at Hermione. "I am no one's child but her Dark-"
"Dementia's mother," amended Hermione. "Her mother's name is err, Darkon. They're Israeli." Hermione laughed nervously.
"How do you two know each other?" questioned Ginny, taking a large bite of her chocolate-marshmallow-surprise ice cream.
"Hermione created me," answered Dementia. She smiled at Ginny. "She made me from a mindless, piece of---"
"I tutored her and arranged for her to gain admission into Hogwarts," interrupted Hermione. "Er, Dementia. Will you join me for a moment outside?"
The "Israeli" girl beamed at Hermione. "Anything you wish, mistress."
Hermione laughed nervously and dragged Dementia to a store across the alley.
"She's a strange girl," commented Ginny as she watched Hermione tow Dementia.
"She's perfect in every way," said Harry. Harry was utterly taken. It was like he had just kissed a Veela. Everything he thought of was about the new radiant creature he just met. Granted, she was a little strange. But so were most of his friends when he first met them-He didn't even like Hermione until after he rescued her from an evil troll.
"You think so?" questioned Ron, taking another bite of his banana-raspberry- papaya ice cream. "Her obsession with homework is a bit irritating. I could live without that."
"He's talking about Dementia, you prat," snickered Ginny. She turned around to see her friends. "Where'd they go?" Ginny spun around, searching for the girls. "They'll turn up. I wonder what they're talking about."
"Have I failed you in some way? Are you displeased with me?" Dementia inquired hysterically as Hermione dragged her ruthlessly through the alley. "Please, let me throw the spear in my gut." She began to sob. "I'm a bad follower!"
"Will you please shut up?" snapped Hermione at her hysterical adherent. "I just want to lay out some ground rules for when the fall term starts. Dumbledore is a noisy man. It will be a difficult enough task getting him to trust me, with my new looks etcetera."
Dementia nodded dumbly, muting her sobs and wiping her tears,
"Dementia, you cannot refer to me as your mistress in front of other people," instructed Hermione as they ducked into a shop in Knockturn Alley. "These are the rules, for when we arrive at school. You may not mention your past. If you are asked, you were born and raised in.Tel Aviv." Hermione paused after naming a large city in Israel. "Then, your mother, a witch, sent you to Hogwarts to get away from the er, suicide bombings. Understand?"
"Yes, mistress," answered Dementia meekly. As an instrument of Hermione, she could not disobey.
"And we may not mention Her Darkness!" urged Hermione. "The people at Hogwarts-especially the Gryffindors are perpetual do-gooders. They would not applaud how we seek justice on the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-An-Asshole."
"Yes, mistress," answered Dementia. Hermione looked at her watch.
"I will meet you in Knockturn Alley at 3 in the morning tomorrow. We in front of Occultenary Needs. Understand." Dementia nodded once more. "Good." Hermione took out her wand and muttered a spell at Dementia. The girl disappeared and Hermione smiled. Phase One was complete.
"Only the weak seek revenge," quoted Hermione darkly. She smiled softly, glimpsing the form of Harry joking with Ron. "But only the strong seek justice."
"Where did Dementia go?" demanded a very upset Harry as he saw Hermione approach the table alone.
Stupid boy, thought Hermione. Always thinking with his pants, falling for the pretty girls. "Dementia had places to be. She had to. disappear." That's not a lie, thought Hermione. She did disappear.
"So, Hermione. Have you finished your homework yet?" asked Harry.
Hermione shot him a long look. "Let's think about that question Harry. You have known me for six year now. Do you think I've finished my essays?"
"Yes," answered Harry nervously. He felt like he was in Professor McGonagall's classroom. If he answered wrong, would she transfigure him into a trout or something?
"And I may assume," Hermione continued, "You were about to ask me for some help on your Potions essay about creating a more effective Wolfsbane potion, correct?"
"Yes.."
"Do it yourself," said Hermione dryly as she had some more ice cream.
"Er, shall we go now?" questioned Ron nervously. He too had wanted to ask for Hermione's superior intellectual help on his homework. I'll ask later, he thought. And I'll bring up the fact that she's superiorly intellectual.
"Certainly," agreed Hermione. She got up when she heard a startled gasp from Ginny.
"Hermione," she exclaimed, pointing at Hermione's shoulder. "What happened to your shoulder?"
Hermione cursed. She didn't realize she had exposed her mark to the world. She could say it was a Muggle thing, a tattoo? Hermione realized they were staring at her, waiting for an answer. She quickly invented a story. "I dropped a triangle into a fire and then Viktor picked it up and dropped it on my shoulder, branding me as a triangle-player for life," she invented.
"You play the triangle?" Ron smiled. "That's great! You never cease to amaze me, Hermione."
I wonder if I'll amaze them when I hurl their lifeless bodies off the astronomy towers and make it seem like suicide, thought Hermione. No, that's not poetic enough. It needs to be more gruesome.
"HERMIONE!" shrieked Ginny. "I've been calling your name for the past five minutes. Do you want to go to Katie Bell's party tonight?"
"Yes," answered Hermione.
Ginny sighed, utterly perplexed. What was wrong with Hermione? Making jokes about joining the occult and agreeing to parties was not something Ginny was used to, from Hermione. This new, triangle-playing, Israeli-knowing, dark Hermione was different. And Ginny was going to find out why.
(Author's Note: Don't you just love cliffhangers? They rock my non-existent socks. Comment: A reviewer said that this needed to be a higher rating. I think that's ridiculous. Yes, there's some language problems. But they're not cursing each other out.yet. Maybe in future chapters. Anyway, if the ratings go up, it's Fanfic.net, not me! I like it the way it is.
Til tomorrow!
And now gentle readers-gently read Chapter Three: Insanity and Vengeance. Two of my favorite things.)
As he walked out of the ice cream parlor, Harry nearly fell over as he saw the girl waving at Hermione. Hermione. "Wow." Harry nearly dropped the ice cream cones he was carrying. He turned to Ron. "Who is THAT?" Harry didn't usually consider himself a skirt-chaser, womanizer or a flirt (although Hermione thinks differently), but this girl prompted him to become all three of those things.
The dark girl was wandering over to Hermione. "Hermione," she said in a mellifluous voice. "I've come to you. As I was instructed to do."
Hermione smiled, pleased that her plan was going well. "Yes. Excellent job." She turned to The Boy Who Lived. "This is Harry." She nodded her head and exaggerated Harry's name.
The girl knowingly nodded. "Is this the one?" she asked Hermione. Hermione nodded. Ginny looked towards her brother, but Ron's eyes were too fixated on Hermione to absorb the strange conversation
The girl extended her hand to Harry. "Hello, Harry." She gracefully shook his hand. "My name is Dementia."
"Dementia," breathed Harry. "What a beautiful name." He stared into her hypnotic eyes.
"Thank you." Dementia smiled, revealing her perfect teeth. "It means "insanity."
Harry was still grasping her hand. "My name's Harry. It means.well, I don't think it means anything."
"My name's Ron," said Ron. "That's my sister Ginny."
"It means "virgin," added Ginny. Hermione, Dementia and her threw back their heads and laughed.
"What a fitting name," commented Hermione, laughing over the inappropriate name for her boy-crazy friend.
Despite who her brother was and who her own friends were, Hermione was somewhat fond of Ginny. There was something about the girl that Hermione found interesting. Her ability to smooth over nearly any situation was intriguing. Hermione was confident that the Goddess would value such a follower, not to mention how skilled Ginny was in most magical areas.
Hermione narrowed her eyes in anger. Harry was now openly gaping at her creation, Dementia. What right does he have to even LOOK at her, Hermione thought angrily. He's scum and Dementia is.she's perfect. She relaxed her face and resumed her custom stressed-out smile. "Say, Harry. Are you gong to give me that ice cream anytime soon?"
"Oh, sure." Harry fumbled and handed Hermione her ice cream. "Would you like me to get you some ice cream, Dementia?"
"No thank you. I don't need to eat." Dementia smiled again. Harry stared into their blinding whiteness. There was something odd about this girl, he thought. "Do you mind if I sit with you, Harry?"
Harry coughed nervously. "No, not at all." Dementia slid into the seat next to Harry. The five teenagers clustered around a table and began to eat their ice cream.
"So, Dementia," began Harry. "Where do you go to school?" Don't say Dumstrang, please don't, thought Harry. Let this girl be going to Hogwarts..
She fixed her eyes on him. "I will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with my mistress, Her-"
"Trelawney!" shrieked Hermione, before Dementia revealed anything more. She smiled weakly. "Dementia is Trelawney's niece."
Dementia frowned at Hermione. "I am no one's child but her Dark-"
"Dementia's mother," amended Hermione. "Her mother's name is err, Darkon. They're Israeli." Hermione laughed nervously.
"How do you two know each other?" questioned Ginny, taking a large bite of her chocolate-marshmallow-surprise ice cream.
"Hermione created me," answered Dementia. She smiled at Ginny. "She made me from a mindless, piece of---"
"I tutored her and arranged for her to gain admission into Hogwarts," interrupted Hermione. "Er, Dementia. Will you join me for a moment outside?"
The "Israeli" girl beamed at Hermione. "Anything you wish, mistress."
Hermione laughed nervously and dragged Dementia to a store across the alley.
"She's a strange girl," commented Ginny as she watched Hermione tow Dementia.
"She's perfect in every way," said Harry. Harry was utterly taken. It was like he had just kissed a Veela. Everything he thought of was about the new radiant creature he just met. Granted, she was a little strange. But so were most of his friends when he first met them-He didn't even like Hermione until after he rescued her from an evil troll.
"You think so?" questioned Ron, taking another bite of his banana-raspberry- papaya ice cream. "Her obsession with homework is a bit irritating. I could live without that."
"He's talking about Dementia, you prat," snickered Ginny. She turned around to see her friends. "Where'd they go?" Ginny spun around, searching for the girls. "They'll turn up. I wonder what they're talking about."
"Have I failed you in some way? Are you displeased with me?" Dementia inquired hysterically as Hermione dragged her ruthlessly through the alley. "Please, let me throw the spear in my gut." She began to sob. "I'm a bad follower!"
"Will you please shut up?" snapped Hermione at her hysterical adherent. "I just want to lay out some ground rules for when the fall term starts. Dumbledore is a noisy man. It will be a difficult enough task getting him to trust me, with my new looks etcetera."
Dementia nodded dumbly, muting her sobs and wiping her tears,
"Dementia, you cannot refer to me as your mistress in front of other people," instructed Hermione as they ducked into a shop in Knockturn Alley. "These are the rules, for when we arrive at school. You may not mention your past. If you are asked, you were born and raised in.Tel Aviv." Hermione paused after naming a large city in Israel. "Then, your mother, a witch, sent you to Hogwarts to get away from the er, suicide bombings. Understand?"
"Yes, mistress," answered Dementia meekly. As an instrument of Hermione, she could not disobey.
"And we may not mention Her Darkness!" urged Hermione. "The people at Hogwarts-especially the Gryffindors are perpetual do-gooders. They would not applaud how we seek justice on the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-An-Asshole."
"Yes, mistress," answered Dementia. Hermione looked at her watch.
"I will meet you in Knockturn Alley at 3 in the morning tomorrow. We in front of Occultenary Needs. Understand." Dementia nodded once more. "Good." Hermione took out her wand and muttered a spell at Dementia. The girl disappeared and Hermione smiled. Phase One was complete.
"Only the weak seek revenge," quoted Hermione darkly. She smiled softly, glimpsing the form of Harry joking with Ron. "But only the strong seek justice."
"Where did Dementia go?" demanded a very upset Harry as he saw Hermione approach the table alone.
Stupid boy, thought Hermione. Always thinking with his pants, falling for the pretty girls. "Dementia had places to be. She had to. disappear." That's not a lie, thought Hermione. She did disappear.
"So, Hermione. Have you finished your homework yet?" asked Harry.
Hermione shot him a long look. "Let's think about that question Harry. You have known me for six year now. Do you think I've finished my essays?"
"Yes," answered Harry nervously. He felt like he was in Professor McGonagall's classroom. If he answered wrong, would she transfigure him into a trout or something?
"And I may assume," Hermione continued, "You were about to ask me for some help on your Potions essay about creating a more effective Wolfsbane potion, correct?"
"Yes.."
"Do it yourself," said Hermione dryly as she had some more ice cream.
"Er, shall we go now?" questioned Ron nervously. He too had wanted to ask for Hermione's superior intellectual help on his homework. I'll ask later, he thought. And I'll bring up the fact that she's superiorly intellectual.
"Certainly," agreed Hermione. She got up when she heard a startled gasp from Ginny.
"Hermione," she exclaimed, pointing at Hermione's shoulder. "What happened to your shoulder?"
Hermione cursed. She didn't realize she had exposed her mark to the world. She could say it was a Muggle thing, a tattoo? Hermione realized they were staring at her, waiting for an answer. She quickly invented a story. "I dropped a triangle into a fire and then Viktor picked it up and dropped it on my shoulder, branding me as a triangle-player for life," she invented.
"You play the triangle?" Ron smiled. "That's great! You never cease to amaze me, Hermione."
I wonder if I'll amaze them when I hurl their lifeless bodies off the astronomy towers and make it seem like suicide, thought Hermione. No, that's not poetic enough. It needs to be more gruesome.
"HERMIONE!" shrieked Ginny. "I've been calling your name for the past five minutes. Do you want to go to Katie Bell's party tonight?"
"Yes," answered Hermione.
Ginny sighed, utterly perplexed. What was wrong with Hermione? Making jokes about joining the occult and agreeing to parties was not something Ginny was used to, from Hermione. This new, triangle-playing, Israeli-knowing, dark Hermione was different. And Ginny was going to find out why.
(Author's Note: Don't you just love cliffhangers? They rock my non-existent socks. Comment: A reviewer said that this needed to be a higher rating. I think that's ridiculous. Yes, there's some language problems. But they're not cursing each other out.yet. Maybe in future chapters. Anyway, if the ratings go up, it's Fanfic.net, not me! I like it the way it is.
Til tomorrow!