Disclaimer: I do not owe Harry Potter or any of his friends. They haven't been up for auction on Ebay lately. I don't own Vecna, and I don't think that I would want him!
Chapter 1: Hermione
The library was Hermione's favorite hangout. She was that priss little study all the time know it all type of girl. Today, she decided that after class she'd go to the library and check out that huge dusty volume of "The Big Book of Magical Items and Holy Relics" for some light reading. She'd been wanting to get her hands on this one for years. It was better the Sear/Roebuck's catalog, where the muggles could buy anything! Ron and Harry didn't know what they were missing out on. Boys! They were all just such immature little pains. She dropped the book on the table, and the vermin with scattered. Ignoring them (She'd seen worse in Snape's laboratory, and they claimed to be students!), she began to thumb through it. This was a witch's dream. Ah, what she wouldn't do to get her hands on one of these items. Finally, she came across two pages stuck together with a sickly ichor. She threw back her golden brown mane of hair and puzzled this. She gingerly and ever so carefully pulled the pages apart. Sure enough there was another item there. Her brows furrowed as she looked over the ancient text and the wonderfully accurate illustration. The Holy Relic of Vecna.
"Hm," she mused, "I wonder what that's for and how you use it?" she queried to herself.
An older girl looked over her shoulder and smirked. She whispered in Hermione's ear. Harry Potter's favorite female counterpart class mate turned 12 shades of red and exclaimed in no uncertain tones, "YOU DO WHAT WITH IT!!!"
Chapter 1: Hermione
The library was Hermione's favorite hangout. She was that priss little study all the time know it all type of girl. Today, she decided that after class she'd go to the library and check out that huge dusty volume of "The Big Book of Magical Items and Holy Relics" for some light reading. She'd been wanting to get her hands on this one for years. It was better the Sear/Roebuck's catalog, where the muggles could buy anything! Ron and Harry didn't know what they were missing out on. Boys! They were all just such immature little pains. She dropped the book on the table, and the vermin with scattered. Ignoring them (She'd seen worse in Snape's laboratory, and they claimed to be students!), she began to thumb through it. This was a witch's dream. Ah, what she wouldn't do to get her hands on one of these items. Finally, she came across two pages stuck together with a sickly ichor. She threw back her golden brown mane of hair and puzzled this. She gingerly and ever so carefully pulled the pages apart. Sure enough there was another item there. Her brows furrowed as she looked over the ancient text and the wonderfully accurate illustration. The Holy Relic of Vecna.
"Hm," she mused, "I wonder what that's for and how you use it?" she queried to herself.
An older girl looked over her shoulder and smirked. She whispered in Hermione's ear. Harry Potter's favorite female counterpart class mate turned 12 shades of red and exclaimed in no uncertain tones, "YOU DO WHAT WITH IT!!!"
