Title: The Bermuda Triangle
Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?
Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…
Author: Silver Sparklze
Started: 7th September 2003
Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!
"I need you to tell me everything you heard, felt, saw, etc, while you were in Lucius Malfoy's care," Bumblboor said gravely, looking over his moon-shaped glasses at Jillian. Jillian bit her lip; not that she didn't want to tell him, but unsure of how to.
"Well, it all started when this rat…" Suddenly, Jillian trailed off. "OMIGOD!!!" She screeched. "THE RAT!! THE FILTHY STINKING RAT! HOW DARE THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT DO THIS, HOW DARE HE!!!"
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall shrieked. "How dare you!"
"Now, now, Minerva, I'm sure Jillian has a good reason for that little outburst." Bumblboor said, sounding amused, despite Jillian's language.
"Don't worry, Professor, I do." Jillian said grimly. "You see; my best friend – a muggle – from Australia has a little sister, who owns a rat. Neither my friend nor I have ever liked this rat – actually, I'm not being honest – my best friend never liked the rat, which, by the way, was named Chuckles. But that's not the point. The point is; this rat had a silver paw. As did the rat that turned into a snivelling piece of shit, then kidnapped me. So I'm guessing they're one and the same, since April's rat recently went missing."
"Well, that is interesting." Bumblboor said. "We'll have to look into that. Now, the rest of the story, please?" Quickly, Jillian babbled out her answer. It was only when she got to the part about Narcissa that Bumblboor stopped her.
"Are you sure?" He asked, "Are you sure you were rescued by Narcissa Malfoy?"
"She's a Siren, right?" Jillian asked.
"How did you know?" Bumblboor asked sternly, "No one other than Narcissa, Lucius, and I know that."
"Narcissa told me." Jillian said.
"Hmm…well, we can't be sure that it was actually Narcissa, but from the fight it certainly sounds like her…" Bumblboor said, frowning. "She was one of our most promising students until she married Lucius. Then things went downhill. Everyone knew he was a supporter of Voldemort. She couldn't have announced her loyalties any clearer."
"Uh, uh," Jillian disagreed, shaking her head, "Narcissa said that the only muggles or muggle-borns she'd like to see abolished are the sailors." Bumblboor chuckled.
"That sounds like something the old Nari Black would say." He remarked to the ceiling. Jillian half expected the ceiling to reply, the way Bumblboor was looking at it. Fawkes cooed from his perch, and flew over to land on Jillian's shoulder. Jillian frowned, sensing a strange magical presence.
Suddenly, Bumblboor's door opened, and a beautiful blonde with silvery-blue eyes walked in as though she owned the place. She was wearing muggle jeans and her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a plait spilling over the shoulder of her red silk shirt. Jillian realised with a jolt that it was Narcissa!
"Mrs. Malfoy, how nice to see you." Bumblboor said politely, but Jillian knew he wasn't too happy to see her there.
"It's Ms. Black, Albus." Narcissa said crisply, "I've filed for a divorce. And I do believe we were on first-name basis, non?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, Narcissa." Narcissa sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"Only my mother calls me that. Oh, and Jillian. But that's going to change, I hope."
"Very well," There was a glimmer of a smile around Bumblboor's mouth now. "Nari."
"Thank you! Merlin, that took a while." She flipped her plait over her shoulder. "Now, I am here to tell you all about Lucius. Normally I wouldn't have done this, but…" For a moment Narcissa's eyes clouded over with anger, "That bastard and his serpentine friend hurt my Kai." Jillian's eyebrows rose in shock. Nobody had ever called her that. She only had one nickname, which her mother called her by, no one else. Even Dad called her Jillian.
"Kai?" Bumblboor asked.
"Yes. Her middle name's Kaida, isn't it?" Narcissa looked amused.
"One of them." Jillian muttered. She hated her middle names.
"But why the nickname?" Bumblboor pressed.
"I felt that she needed one, and Jilly-Bean is what her mother calls her, so I can't call her that. And I get the feeling that she doesn't really like Jill, or she would have surely used it. So I gave her a nickname in accordance to her middle name, which I really rather like. The Japanese are such delightful, polite people." Jillian giggled.
"I went to Japan with Mum one year," She said, "And you're right, Narcissa. They are polite. One of the Japanese house elves nearly had a heart attack when I told him his cooking was superb. He babbled thank you's for three or four days, and I'm not kidding."
"But that's not the point, is it?" McGonagall said crisply. "You were going to tell us about Lucius."
"Later." Narcissa said.
"But-" McGonagall protested.
"Later, Minerva, and don't make me tell you again!" Narcissa snapped.
"Nari." Bumblboor warned.
"Sorry." Narcissa said, looking a bit sulky.
"Are Sirens immortal?" Jillian asked suddenly.
"No-o…but they live for an awfully long time…why?" Narcissa asked.
"Just something I was reading." Jillian said dismissively. "I'm gonna go talk to my friends now, k?" Without waiting for an answer, she skipped off.
Hermione smiled as she sat with Draco and Jillian in her rooms. Jillian was doing her homework in front of the fire, and Draco…mmm…that felt nice…Draco was massaging her shoulders. She didn't know why, though.
"Herm?" Draco said.
"Hmm…"
"I love you."
"Love too." Was all Hermione could manage. She could feel Draco grin.
"Marry me?" Jillian looked up from her homework, packed her things away, and quietly left the room. Hermione turned around and looked at Draco.
"Excuse me?" She asked, pretty sure that she'd heard wrongly.
"Will you marry me?" He asked, looking rather anxious. "I'd really like it if you would, Hermione…that is…I really love you…and…well…please?" It was the please that did it. Malfoys never said please. Hermione kissed him gently.
"Draco you silly ferret, of course I'll marry you." She said, smiling.
"Right," Draco growled, "You asked for it." He leapt over the back of the couch in one bound, and began tickling her.
While Hermione shrieked with laughter, she couldn't help but think that the Bermuda Triangle wasn't so bad after all…
Fin…or is it?
Author's Notes: Man oh man, was that ending hard to write. But I think it's ok…what about you?
Narcissa: *sniffs* It was ok.
Jillian: I liked it. Good job, Ash.
Draco: Me too.
Hermione: You got Draco and I together! You bitch!
Me: Actually, Hermione, that's Draco and me.
Draco: No it's not. It's Hermione and me. Why would I want to be with you? For one thing, you're a muggle!!
Me: I was correcting Hermione's grammar, Draco. And be careful. I can still pair you up with Neville Longbottom.
Draco: No you can't, the story's over.
Me: I can write a sequel, dumbass. Remember, the pen is mightier than the sword.
Draco: *mutters* Stupid authors.
Me: *sweetly* What was that?
Draco: Nothing! *muttering again* It's times like these I agree with Voldie. All muggles should die horrible slow deaths.
Me: Show some respect, Draco. Herm's a muggle-born. 'Sides, I can still add an epilogue in which you marry Neville Longbottom.
Neville: *gagging noises.* No thanks! There's no telling where that thing's been! I'd rather kiss a toilet seat.
Me: This is getting out of hand. *Shuts everyone in a convenient closet, and chains Harry Potter to the wall for her own enjoyment.* What was that, Harry? I didn't quite hear you?
Harry: *sounds bored* Ashlie is a talented author who should be getting millions of dollars. She should also own all the Harry Potter characters, and Remus Lupin is HERS! TAKE THAT BEST-FRIEND-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED!!!
Me: You forgot the triumphant cackle.
Harry: Ha…ha…ha.
Title: The Bermuda Triangle
Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?
Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…
Author: Silver Sparklze
Started: 7th September 2003
Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!
"I need you to tell me everything you heard, felt, saw, etc, while you were in Lucius Malfoy's care," Bumblboor said gravely, looking over his moon-shaped glasses at Jillian. Jillian bit her lip; not that she didn't want to tell him, but unsure of how to.
"Well, it all started when this rat…" Suddenly, Jillian trailed off. "OMIGOD!!!" She screeched. "THE RAT!! THE FILTHY STINKING RAT! HOW DARE THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT DO THIS, HOW DARE HE!!!"
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall shrieked. "How dare you!"
"Now, now, Minerva, I'm sure Jillian has a good reason for that little outburst." Bumblboor said, sounding amused, despite Jillian's language.
"Don't worry, Professor, I do." Jillian said grimly. "You see; my best friend – a muggle – from Australia has a little sister, who owns a rat. Neither my friend nor I have ever liked this rat – actually, I'm not being honest – my best friend never liked the rat, which, by the way, was named Chuckles. But that's not the point. The point is; this rat had a silver paw. As did the rat that turned into a snivelling piece of shit, then kidnapped me. So I'm guessing they're one and the same, since April's rat recently went missing."
"Well, that is interesting." Bumblboor said. "We'll have to look into that. Now, the rest of the story, please?" Quickly, Jillian babbled out her answer. It was only when she got to the part about Narcissa that Bumblboor stopped her.
"Are you sure?" He asked, "Are you sure you were rescued by Narcissa Malfoy?"
"She's a Siren, right?" Jillian asked.
"How did you know?" Bumblboor asked sternly, "No one other than Narcissa, Lucius, and I know that."
"Narcissa told me." Jillian said.
"Hmm…well, we can't be sure that it was actually Narcissa, but from the fight it certainly sounds like her…" Bumblboor said, frowning. "She was one of our most promising students until she married Lucius. Then things went downhill. Everyone knew he was a supporter of Voldemort. She couldn't have announced her loyalties any clearer."
"Uh, uh," Jillian disagreed, shaking her head, "Narcissa said that the only muggles or muggle-borns she'd like to see abolished are the sailors." Bumblboor chuckled.
"That sounds like something the old Nari Black would say." He remarked to the ceiling. Jillian half expected the ceiling to reply, the way Bumblboor was looking at it. Fawkes cooed from his perch, and flew over to land on Jillian's shoulder. Jillian frowned, sensing a strange magical presence.
Suddenly, Bumblboor's door opened, and a beautiful blonde with silvery-blue eyes walked in as though she owned the place. She was wearing muggle jeans and her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a plait spilling over the shoulder of her red silk shirt. Jillian realised with a jolt that it was Narcissa!
"Mrs. Malfoy, how nice to see you." Bumblboor said politely, but Jillian knew he wasn't too happy to see her there.
"It's Ms. Black, Albus." Narcissa said crisply, "I've filed for a divorce. And I do believe we were on first-name basis, non?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, Narcissa." Narcissa sighed, and rolled her eyes.
"Only my mother calls me that. Oh, and Jillian. But that's going to change, I hope."
"Very well," There was a glimmer of a smile around Bumblboor's mouth now. "Nari."
"Thank you! Merlin, that took a while." She flipped her plait over her shoulder. "Now, I am here to tell you all about Lucius. Normally I wouldn't have done this, but…" For a moment Narcissa's eyes clouded over with anger, "That bastard and his serpentine friend hurt my Kai." Jillian's eyebrows rose in shock. Nobody had ever called her that. She only had one nickname, which her mother called her by, no one else. Even Dad called her Jillian.
"Kai?" Bumblboor asked.
"Yes. Her middle name's Kaida, isn't it?" Narcissa looked amused.
"One of them." Jillian muttered. She hated her middle names.
"But why the nickname?" Bumblboor pressed.
"I felt that she needed one, and Jilly-Bean is what her mother calls her, so I can't call her that. And I get the feeling that she doesn't really like Jill, or she would have surely used it. So I gave her a nickname in accordance to her middle name, which I really rather like. The Japanese are such delightful, polite people." Jillian giggled.
"I went to Japan with Mum one year," She said, "And you're right, Narcissa. They are polite. One of the Japanese house elves nearly had a heart attack when I told him his cooking was superb. He babbled thank you's for three or four days, and I'm not kidding."
"But that's not the point, is it?" McGonagall said crisply. "You were going to tell us about Lucius."
"Later." Narcissa said.
"But-" McGonagall protested.
"Later, Minerva, and don't make me tell you again!" Narcissa snapped.
"Nari." Bumblboor warned.
"Sorry." Narcissa said, looking a bit sulky.
"Are Sirens immortal?" Jillian asked suddenly.
"No-o…but they live for an awfully long time…why?" Narcissa asked.
"Just something I was reading." Jillian said dismissively. "I'm gonna go talk to my friends now, k?" Without waiting for an answer, she skipped off.
Hermione smiled as she sat with Draco and Jillian in her rooms. Jillian was doing her homework in front of the fire, and Draco…mmm…that felt nice…Draco was massaging her shoulders. She didn't know why, though.
"Herm?" Draco said.
"Hmm…"
"I love you."
"Love too." Was all Hermione could manage. She could feel Draco grin.
"Marry me?" Jillian looked up from her homework, packed her things away, and quietly left the room. Hermione turned around and looked at Draco.
"Excuse me?" She asked, pretty sure that she'd heard wrongly.
"Will you marry me?" He asked, looking rather anxious. "I'd really like it if you would, Hermione…that is…I really love you…and…well…please?" It was the please that did it. Malfoys never said please. Hermione kissed him gently.
"Draco you silly ferret, of course I'll marry you." She said, smiling.
"Right," Draco growled, "You asked for it." He leapt over the back of the couch in one bound, and began tickling her.
While Hermione shrieked with laughter, she couldn't help but think that the Bermuda Triangle wasn't so bad after all…
Fin…or is it?
Author's Notes: Thanks to these reviewers;
Swishy Willow Wand: Are you sure a sequel wouldn't fit? 'Cause I have one in mind. But if you're certain…
Sage: The Dark Dryad: Amen to that. Doesn't school suck? Sorry about my unpredictable updating. Two jobs, chores, tae kwon do, school…yes, I hate my life. RE ch 19:…I won't =)
Lgobgirlie15: The language Narcissa and Herm speak? My own take on Siren. Basically, a mixture of French, Olde English, Gaelic, Japanese, and a play on modern words, with lots of symbols…because I think symbols are cool.
DesireeMalfoy: Hey, babe. Waiting for more of your story, chomping at the bit. Thanks for your compliments, always appreciated.
Skyleia: Here's the next chapter, hope it doesn't disappoint…
Skittles713: Alas, I'm afraid so. It's been so much fun to write…
Rose: Thanks, I'm glad you like it.
Unicorn13: Uh…that wasn't the ending to my story…this is…
TwinklingStarlightAquila: Thanks…glad you liked it.
Man oh man, was that ending hard to write. But I think it's ok…what about you?
Narcissa: *sniffs* It was ok.
Jillian: I liked it. Good job, Ash.
Draco: Me too.
Hermione: You got Draco and I together! You bitch!
Me: Actually, Hermione, that's Draco and me.
Draco: No it's not. It's Hermione and me. Why would I want to be with you? For one thing, you're a muggle!!
Me: I was correcting Hermione's grammar, Draco. And be careful. I can still pair you up with Neville Longbottom.
Draco: No you can't, the story's over.
Me: I can write a sequel, dumbass. Remember, the pen is mightier than the sword.
Draco: *mutters* Stupid authors.
Me: *sweetly* What was that?
Draco: Nothing! *muttering again* It's times like these I agree with Voldie. All muggles should die horrible slow deaths.
Me: Show some respect, Draco. Herm's a muggle-born. 'Sides, I can still add an epilogue in which you marry Neville Longbottom.
Neville: *gagging noises.* No thanks! There's no telling where that thing's been! I'd rather kiss a toilet seat.
Me: This is getting out of hand. *Shuts everyone in a convenient closet, and chains Harry Potter to the wall for her own enjoyment.* What was that, Harry? I didn't quite hear you?
Harry: *sounds bored* Ashlie is a talented author who should be getting millions of dollars. She should also own all the Harry Potter characters, and Remus Lupin is HERS! TAKE THAT BEST-FRIEND-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED!!!
Me: You forgot the triumphant cackle.
Harry: Ha…ha…ha.
Food for thought: I don't drink anymore. Of course, I don't drink any less, either. (my best friend)