Chapter 4 ~*~*~ The Origins of Mary-Sue
In the hallway outside the Great Hall, a man sat, cornered against the wall, holding his knees. His wand had been thrown across the room, so magic was out. He didn't want to attempt force against the monstrous black dog that was approaching with overly-dramatic slowness.
Suddenly, Remus heard Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford's cry, and his keen ears could hear the thump she made as she fell to the ground. When he turned back to his foe, it was no longer a dog, but Sirius looking down at himself in puzzlement.
"Er, Remus. . ." said Sirius in an accent that was definitely British rather than the strange American accent he had recently adopted, "What's going on? I vaguely remember being rescued by a strange girl, and then trying to kill you, but I don't really remember anything else these past few weeks. And what the hell am I wearing?" he said suddenly, noticing his bare chest, dog collar, and tight leather pants.
Remus stood up, beckoning to Sirius to do the same. Urgency flashed in his tired grey eyes. "Come. We don't have much time."
The Defense Professor turned, running down the hallway. Sirius jumped to his feet and followed. "No, seriously. What's going on?" He said, catching up with his friend. Remus eyed him carefully.
"You of course remember our seventh year N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts class, yes?" The man said finally. Sirius grinned sheepishly.
"You know James and I only took it for the credits to become aurors. It's not as though we were paying attention. . ."
Remus rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically "Of course, how could I have thought you'd actually pay attention? No matter that both of you very nearly topped me in the exams, and I'd been studying since the Christmas holidays." Sirius laughed and gave him an apologetic smile. Remus shrugged. "But I do wish you'd paid attention. You at least remember when Professor Shacklebolt told us about the Mary-Sue, don't you?"
"Um. . .no," said Sirius slowly. "Sorry. Wasn't that that water demon that lives in Japan?"
"No," sighed Remus, "That's a kappa." He shook his head, then appeared to be trying to remember something. "Ah, well, I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Let's see. . .The Ma'ri Su was a dark creature forged by the dark wizards of Ancient Egypt, in revenge against a great Roman wizard who had banished them from the Nile Valley into the Sahara. Ma'ri Su was part demon, but strangely enough, a cousin of the dementor- she has the ability to feast on the human soul. But while her Dementor cousin feasts on the happiness within the soul, Ma'ri Su would feast upon reality. She has Dark Magic that Voldemort could only dream of, and specializes in controlling human minds. She became the lover of the Roman wizard, and this led eventually to his murder. Then, she moved on to her next victim, another enemy of the Egyptian wizards, and drove him to suicide. Finally, she vanished- but was recreated by French wizards in the 15th century to fight the English. She was, fortunately, stopped before she did too much damage, but English wizards were now aware of the creature they called 'Mary-Sue.' And now, we have one at Hogwarts. Do you understand?"
Sirius blinked. "Wait. . . Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford is a dementor?"
Remus opened his mouth as though he were going to argue, but finally he sighed and said "You know what? Sure. She's a dementor."
"I bloody hate dementors," growled Sirius. Remus sighed and gave him a small smile, and then stopped running. They stood at the door of his office adjoining the Defense classroom. Remus opened the door, and pulled Sirius inside.
"Sirius," he said slowly, "do you remember our first year, when I tried to get into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and became. . .ill?"
Sirius started laughing, then, looking at Remus, turned the laugh into a cough. "Erm. . .I think so. Was that the time you were sick all over Snivy's bookbag?"
"Yes," sighed Remus, "that time. But it wasn't my fault, see- Professor Domremi had wards up, to keep out dark creatures. Dumbledore made him close the ward, but, as I discovered when I began teaching, they hadn't been destroyed, just dormant. If you help me put the wards back up, we should be safe from Mary-Sue."
The two wizards pulled out their wands and, concentrating together, muttered the charm necessary for wards. This was not a charm that even Sirius could forget- in the days of Voldemort's rise to power, strong wards were essential to survival. Sirius was quite good at wards- although Remus was far more knowledgeable about magic, Sirius possessed far more natural power than the werewolf. With their combined power, a soft silvery light shimmered along the door frame, glowing brightly for a moment and then vanishing. The wards were in place.
Sirius put his wand back into his pants pocket, and then cast a concerned look at his friend. "But won't the wards affect you, too?" He remembered the episode in his first year. Although he and James had found Remus's aim hilarious at the time, they'd spent the next week worrying about their friend. They hadn't known at the time what was wrong with him, but the fact was that wards were dangerous things. A good Dark Creature ward could easily kill a young werewolf if he tried to force his way through, and quite badly hurt a full grown one.
Remus gave a sickly frown at the thought. "If I try to go back through, yes. But as long as I remain in here, it doesn't matter if I can't get out, because Mary-Sue can't get in. A temporary solution, I'll admit, but I'm going to send you to get me some supplies from the Potions Cabinet to prepare a better one."
Remus opened a random cabinet above his desk, which seemed to be larger on the inside than on the out. The cabinet contained a large tank with disturbing cracks that resembled claw marks, some worn dragon hide gloves, a suitcase that appeared to be rattling, and a pile of some very old, much loved books. Remus picked a slim book with a black cover that was hardly staying on out of the middle. He leafed through the ancient, yellowing pages, until he found he middle. There seemed to be a kind of list written in curly, silvery writing. Remus held it out towards the animagus.
"Right. These are the ingredients I'll be needing." He said, handing Sirius the small book. Sirius nodded, placed the top of the page between his thumb and index finger, and tore the list out into his hand. Remus winced in sympathy with his book. "Alright then, Sirius," he said slowly, looking annoyedly at his destroyed property. "Go get the ingredients, but look out for Destinee. She'll likely be about soon, and you don't want to fall under her spell again."
Remus sat down in his comfortable office chair, and Sirius opened the door and stepped into the hall. There was a faint shimmer about his body as he passed through the door, almost as though there was a stream of water that he was walking through, but it was hardly visible except to those that knew it was there.
"Good luck, Sirius," said Remus, picking up the little book to read. "Don't forget anything, and avoid Destinee at all costs."
Sirius nodded. "Right. Potions ingredients, don't meet Destinee. See you in a minute, Moony," said Sirius dramatically.
"Oh, and Sirius?" Remus asked slowly.
The dark haired man pulled himself to his full height, paying close attention. He may have had a reputation for not living up to his name, but Sirius knew when to be serious. Now, there was a task at hand, and Remus needed him to do it. "What is it?"
"For God's sake, man, put on some clothes!"
***
Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford sat up slowly. With a tragic moan, she slowly brought herself to a sitting position. Running her perfect pink hands through locks of boundless obsidian, she opened her exotic topaz eyes and glanced around. She sat on the floor of the Great Hall. Her robes were bloodstained in a very G-rated way, and yet those surrounding her looked on in horror.
"WHY?" screamed Harry, fully utilizing his gift to speak long sentences in all caps. "HOW CAN YOU BE ALIVE? MY PLAN WAS FOOLPROOF!"
"Oh, no," whispered Hermione. "Here we go again." Harry didn't seem to hear. He kept right on yelling.
"IT ISN'T FAIR! MY MUM AND DAD DIED AND I HAD TO LIVE WITH THE DURSLEYS AND STAY WITH THEM ALL SUMMER AND EVERYONE STILL TREATS ME LIKE A LITTLE BOY! I WAS THERE WHEN CEDRIC DIED AND SIRIUS EVEN THOUGH THAT WAS REALLY MY FAULT AND HE'S ALIVE NOW, BUT CHO STILL BROKE UP WITH ME BECAUSE MY EYES JUST WEREN'T PRETTY ENOUGH! THAT'S THE REAL REASON EVERYONE HATES ME!" He collapsed on the floor in sobs. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford raised an eyebrow, but Hermione shrugged and pat Harry on the back.
Suddenly, Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford leaned over and lifted Harry's chin. "Don't be sad, Harry," she said in a voice like a siren's song. "I don't hate you. You're my long lost adored twin brother."
Harry's not quite as exotic-ly topaz eyes grew very round. "My. . .dear sister Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford. Why would I ever be jealous of you?"
Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford pat Harry on his very messy and unboundless plain black hair. "That's a good brother. Doesn't everyone feel better?"
The entire Great Hall, as one being, nodded. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford smiled benevolently, and then cocked her head, as if hearing something annoying far far away. "Oh, dear," she said sweetly. "It seems that some people are still mad at me. We can't have that."
The entire Great Hall nodded in agreement. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford smiled again, and Ron fell over in a dead faint. "Go," said Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford. "Bring me Sirius and especially my Remy-poo!"
Everyone stood up and filed out of the Great Hall. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford pranced like a dove gracefully after.
Author's Note~
This chapter isn't great, but I like next chapter. Sorry about the long wait, I'd been thinking that this chapter was up for some reason. Please r&r. Well, I guess if you're here, you've already r'd. Now you just need to r. Confused? Good. r&r
Next chapter sooner.
Check out my friend's great fics, please. Her name is tavari. She's on my list of favorite authors. She's quite good, and will appreciate your reviews. She's especially good if you're into Marauder fiction, as I most definitely am. ^_^
Take care, now.
In the hallway outside the Great Hall, a man sat, cornered against the wall, holding his knees. His wand had been thrown across the room, so magic was out. He didn't want to attempt force against the monstrous black dog that was approaching with overly-dramatic slowness.
Suddenly, Remus heard Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford's cry, and his keen ears could hear the thump she made as she fell to the ground. When he turned back to his foe, it was no longer a dog, but Sirius looking down at himself in puzzlement.
"Er, Remus. . ." said Sirius in an accent that was definitely British rather than the strange American accent he had recently adopted, "What's going on? I vaguely remember being rescued by a strange girl, and then trying to kill you, but I don't really remember anything else these past few weeks. And what the hell am I wearing?" he said suddenly, noticing his bare chest, dog collar, and tight leather pants.
Remus stood up, beckoning to Sirius to do the same. Urgency flashed in his tired grey eyes. "Come. We don't have much time."
The Defense Professor turned, running down the hallway. Sirius jumped to his feet and followed. "No, seriously. What's going on?" He said, catching up with his friend. Remus eyed him carefully.
"You of course remember our seventh year N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts class, yes?" The man said finally. Sirius grinned sheepishly.
"You know James and I only took it for the credits to become aurors. It's not as though we were paying attention. . ."
Remus rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically "Of course, how could I have thought you'd actually pay attention? No matter that both of you very nearly topped me in the exams, and I'd been studying since the Christmas holidays." Sirius laughed and gave him an apologetic smile. Remus shrugged. "But I do wish you'd paid attention. You at least remember when Professor Shacklebolt told us about the Mary-Sue, don't you?"
"Um. . .no," said Sirius slowly. "Sorry. Wasn't that that water demon that lives in Japan?"
"No," sighed Remus, "That's a kappa." He shook his head, then appeared to be trying to remember something. "Ah, well, I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Let's see. . .The Ma'ri Su was a dark creature forged by the dark wizards of Ancient Egypt, in revenge against a great Roman wizard who had banished them from the Nile Valley into the Sahara. Ma'ri Su was part demon, but strangely enough, a cousin of the dementor- she has the ability to feast on the human soul. But while her Dementor cousin feasts on the happiness within the soul, Ma'ri Su would feast upon reality. She has Dark Magic that Voldemort could only dream of, and specializes in controlling human minds. She became the lover of the Roman wizard, and this led eventually to his murder. Then, she moved on to her next victim, another enemy of the Egyptian wizards, and drove him to suicide. Finally, she vanished- but was recreated by French wizards in the 15th century to fight the English. She was, fortunately, stopped before she did too much damage, but English wizards were now aware of the creature they called 'Mary-Sue.' And now, we have one at Hogwarts. Do you understand?"
Sirius blinked. "Wait. . . Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford is a dementor?"
Remus opened his mouth as though he were going to argue, but finally he sighed and said "You know what? Sure. She's a dementor."
"I bloody hate dementors," growled Sirius. Remus sighed and gave him a small smile, and then stopped running. They stood at the door of his office adjoining the Defense classroom. Remus opened the door, and pulled Sirius inside.
"Sirius," he said slowly, "do you remember our first year, when I tried to get into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and became. . .ill?"
Sirius started laughing, then, looking at Remus, turned the laugh into a cough. "Erm. . .I think so. Was that the time you were sick all over Snivy's bookbag?"
"Yes," sighed Remus, "that time. But it wasn't my fault, see- Professor Domremi had wards up, to keep out dark creatures. Dumbledore made him close the ward, but, as I discovered when I began teaching, they hadn't been destroyed, just dormant. If you help me put the wards back up, we should be safe from Mary-Sue."
The two wizards pulled out their wands and, concentrating together, muttered the charm necessary for wards. This was not a charm that even Sirius could forget- in the days of Voldemort's rise to power, strong wards were essential to survival. Sirius was quite good at wards- although Remus was far more knowledgeable about magic, Sirius possessed far more natural power than the werewolf. With their combined power, a soft silvery light shimmered along the door frame, glowing brightly for a moment and then vanishing. The wards were in place.
Sirius put his wand back into his pants pocket, and then cast a concerned look at his friend. "But won't the wards affect you, too?" He remembered the episode in his first year. Although he and James had found Remus's aim hilarious at the time, they'd spent the next week worrying about their friend. They hadn't known at the time what was wrong with him, but the fact was that wards were dangerous things. A good Dark Creature ward could easily kill a young werewolf if he tried to force his way through, and quite badly hurt a full grown one.
Remus gave a sickly frown at the thought. "If I try to go back through, yes. But as long as I remain in here, it doesn't matter if I can't get out, because Mary-Sue can't get in. A temporary solution, I'll admit, but I'm going to send you to get me some supplies from the Potions Cabinet to prepare a better one."
Remus opened a random cabinet above his desk, which seemed to be larger on the inside than on the out. The cabinet contained a large tank with disturbing cracks that resembled claw marks, some worn dragon hide gloves, a suitcase that appeared to be rattling, and a pile of some very old, much loved books. Remus picked a slim book with a black cover that was hardly staying on out of the middle. He leafed through the ancient, yellowing pages, until he found he middle. There seemed to be a kind of list written in curly, silvery writing. Remus held it out towards the animagus.
"Right. These are the ingredients I'll be needing." He said, handing Sirius the small book. Sirius nodded, placed the top of the page between his thumb and index finger, and tore the list out into his hand. Remus winced in sympathy with his book. "Alright then, Sirius," he said slowly, looking annoyedly at his destroyed property. "Go get the ingredients, but look out for Destinee. She'll likely be about soon, and you don't want to fall under her spell again."
Remus sat down in his comfortable office chair, and Sirius opened the door and stepped into the hall. There was a faint shimmer about his body as he passed through the door, almost as though there was a stream of water that he was walking through, but it was hardly visible except to those that knew it was there.
"Good luck, Sirius," said Remus, picking up the little book to read. "Don't forget anything, and avoid Destinee at all costs."
Sirius nodded. "Right. Potions ingredients, don't meet Destinee. See you in a minute, Moony," said Sirius dramatically.
"Oh, and Sirius?" Remus asked slowly.
The dark haired man pulled himself to his full height, paying close attention. He may have had a reputation for not living up to his name, but Sirius knew when to be serious. Now, there was a task at hand, and Remus needed him to do it. "What is it?"
"For God's sake, man, put on some clothes!"
***
Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford sat up slowly. With a tragic moan, she slowly brought herself to a sitting position. Running her perfect pink hands through locks of boundless obsidian, she opened her exotic topaz eyes and glanced around. She sat on the floor of the Great Hall. Her robes were bloodstained in a very G-rated way, and yet those surrounding her looked on in horror.
"WHY?" screamed Harry, fully utilizing his gift to speak long sentences in all caps. "HOW CAN YOU BE ALIVE? MY PLAN WAS FOOLPROOF!"
"Oh, no," whispered Hermione. "Here we go again." Harry didn't seem to hear. He kept right on yelling.
"IT ISN'T FAIR! MY MUM AND DAD DIED AND I HAD TO LIVE WITH THE DURSLEYS AND STAY WITH THEM ALL SUMMER AND EVERYONE STILL TREATS ME LIKE A LITTLE BOY! I WAS THERE WHEN CEDRIC DIED AND SIRIUS EVEN THOUGH THAT WAS REALLY MY FAULT AND HE'S ALIVE NOW, BUT CHO STILL BROKE UP WITH ME BECAUSE MY EYES JUST WEREN'T PRETTY ENOUGH! THAT'S THE REAL REASON EVERYONE HATES ME!" He collapsed on the floor in sobs. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford raised an eyebrow, but Hermione shrugged and pat Harry on the back.
Suddenly, Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford leaned over and lifted Harry's chin. "Don't be sad, Harry," she said in a voice like a siren's song. "I don't hate you. You're my long lost adored twin brother."
Harry's not quite as exotic-ly topaz eyes grew very round. "My. . .dear sister Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford. Why would I ever be jealous of you?"
Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford pat Harry on his very messy and unboundless plain black hair. "That's a good brother. Doesn't everyone feel better?"
The entire Great Hall, as one being, nodded. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford smiled benevolently, and then cocked her head, as if hearing something annoying far far away. "Oh, dear," she said sweetly. "It seems that some people are still mad at me. We can't have that."
The entire Great Hall nodded in agreement. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford smiled again, and Ron fell over in a dead faint. "Go," said Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford. "Bring me Sirius and especially my Remy-poo!"
Everyone stood up and filed out of the Great Hall. Destinee Violette Morningstarr de Smytheford pranced like a dove gracefully after.
Author's Note~
This chapter isn't great, but I like next chapter. Sorry about the long wait, I'd been thinking that this chapter was up for some reason. Please r&r. Well, I guess if you're here, you've already r'd. Now you just need to r. Confused? Good. r&r
Next chapter sooner.
Check out my friend's great fics, please. Her name is tavari. She's on my list of favorite authors. She's quite good, and will appreciate your reviews. She's especially good if you're into Marauder fiction, as I most definitely am. ^_^
Take care, now.