No more chit-chat for me. Once again, it's a weekend-night, and once again,
I'm incredibly tired, so here you go...it's your Chapter Three, for anyone
who cares. It's a bit more serious, like the characters get into feeling
real emotions and start to feel for other people, and that sort of thing.
And remember, the ***'s mean I took the particular theme from somewhere
else. So I guess this could go under Parody, too....
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-*Tonks's POV*-
She smiled to herself as she bid farewell to her dream-man.They would have probably shared a good-night kiss had it not been for that irritating Lee kid, always getting in their way and nosing into their business. She hadn't been true friends with him, she just sort of played along and was nice to him because his dad was her boss. So, if she didn't want the boot, she had to play nice. 'Well,' she thought to herself, as she stepped in her room and started brushing her hair, 'Those days are over, and not a damn thing he can do about that NOW,' {she had a new boss.} 'Don't have to befriend the brute any longer.' Usually, she was nicer than this...more easygoing...not as strongly opinionized about anyone...part of herself told her. * 'So, I don't like Lee....'
'....but you like Oliver. A lot.'
'And you're seven years older than him. SEVEN YEARS. SEVEN YEARS. SEVEN YEARS!' This rang through her head without stopping. She tried with agony to overpower the voice.
'Seven years isn't that much...I'm not a bad person.....'
'You're a teacher....SEVEN YEARS!....He's a student....SEVEN YEARS!'
'STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!!'
She was shouting at herself, and grabbing her head as if it would split at any given moment. She took a long swig of Firewhiskey, and tried to calm herself enough to sleep. For she was very tired. 'I know!' She thought. 'I'll watch a video to soothe my senses. Beats taking NyQuil again...' If anything to make her feel better, she'd go back in that hot- tub...but she couldn't. Oliver was fast asleep by now, and she didn't know the password to the room. 'Video it is, then.' {She's probably the only wizard around with a complete TV and VCR set...} She sighed, and picked a video tape off the coffee table and popped it in. She sat back on the couch and relaxed a bit. 'Aaaaaah,' she thought. 'ER re-runs always can get me to fall asleep...' {so friggin' true. Come to think of it, I don't watch it anymore, but, needless to say, it was a one-way ticket to the Land of Nod.- [sleeping, in other words.]} But as she was preparing the pillows and dimming the lights, ready to fall fast asleep,** her TV screen went blank. It gave off a high-pitched, unearthly noise.
"What...the bloody fuck...is it....now?" Quite irked, she got up and tried adjusting the antenna. This just caused a higher, longer, and louder note to come from the TV, and it wailed and wailed and wailed til' the point of no return. She clamped her hands over her ears and stumbled backwards, tripping over the coffee table in her path. Then the wailing turned to a screeching, then the screeching formed distinct words... "SEVEN.....YEARS......SEVEN.....YEARS.....SEVEN.....YEARS....." And then, to her horror, out from the staticy screen emerged a girl....with long, matted, dark hair. Terrified, Tonks thought around vigorously. She didn't want to be killed...and that girl...that THING, she wanted it GONE... 'No chance of sleep now', she thought. She'd be lucky, in fact, to live to see another night...the girl was now extending her clawed arm out, toward Tonks...out of sheer desperation, the pink-haired lady decided to strike up a conversation.
"Hey girl, you've got split ends, but overall nice volume to your hair...sometime we should get together and work on it! Eh? Eh? EH?!!!" Obviously, her 'small-talk' wasn't winning the thing over. What to do, what to do, WHAT to do!!??!!!
'Transform....you can transform.....remember!?'
'SEVEN....YEARS!'
"SEVEN....YEARS!"
'Turn into someone....mean and intimidating....think....who....'
'SEVEN...YEARS!'
"SEVEN....YEARS!" How could she stand it, with all these voices? They were in her head, they were in the TV, they were from the girl.....she couldn't find temporary peace now, not now....she had to transform....to drive the thing away...
"Narcissa Malfoy!" She realized out loud. Now if SHE wasn't an ominous figure, she didn't know of any. She changed...her look....first her hair-spikes, flat, color-grey....then her body-she grew taller, thinner...then the skin-paler....whiter....
'SEVEN.....YEARS.....'
"SEVEN....YEARS..." The thing was now grabbing her, she had a hold on her arm....she had to FOCUS. NARCISSA. At last, her face changed. She was now, truly, what appeared to be the sinister Mrs. Malfoy. 'Let's see what I can do!' She grabbed the girl's hand, and yanked it off her own. She wouldn't let this little monster drag her into the electronic realms of nothing, NO SIR! 'Narcissa' finally got full power over the girl, and heaved her to and through the television screen. Now, the golden circular shape that was on the screen flickered, until it shut the television off completely. Exhausted, confused, but overall feeling she should applaud her efforts, Tonks collapsed back on the couch, and finished off the last of the Firewhiskey.
She was brutally shoved awake what seemed like no more than three seconds later. She moaned and turned back over, shoving the figure that had waken her aside.
"Mum, get up, Mum...."
"What....?.....who.....where.....WHAT?" Tonks had regained full composure, and looked up at the person who had disturbed her peacuful sleep. He had bleach-blonde hair and light-grey eyes. Before she could question him, she caught sight of a mirror just behind him and realized that she had those same exact features. Then she remembered-she had transformed into Narcissa. 'Oh great,' she thought with sarcastic joy. 'Now I have to act like this fruit's mother, to avoid any more panic-situations...' Then she did a recap of all she knew of Narcissa's life, and thought aloud with mild arousement, "My husband's a pimp." The boy just stared.
"Mum? Mother, I don't think you're alright....why are you here?"
"I....see, well.....it's a funny story, boy, you see I...."
He picked up the empty bottle of Firewhiskey. "Dad TOLD you not to drink anymore, remember? So why'd you come to Hogwarts, just to get drunk for a bit?" As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he apparantly realized that he had just said something very wrong indeed, and cringed in fear of being hit. 'Is this all the better that woman treats her son?' thought Tonks, 'so that he is always in fear of speaking his mind? That isn't right.'
'Much like the way you treat Lee..'
"NO! NOT NOW!" She certainly didn't want to hear voices, especially not right now. Instead, she spoke to Draco.
"Sure, why not. Go play with your friends...here, take twenty...." she pressed the Galleons into his palm. He took it ungratefully and turned around. Tonks could have sworn she heard muttering that sounded like, "Money, money, what else is new." Those awful parents! Oh well, not HER problem. Let them deal with that themselves. Just as she was getting up, Wood came through the open door.
"Oliver! It's me!"
"Who?"
"No...Tonks....I transformed, is all...long story....you sleep well?"
He walked over, and they briefly kissed on the lips, but all Draco saw when he came back in to ask for more money was HIS MOTHER KISSING ANOTHER MAN-A BOY, AT THAT. He, too, was shocked to tears, and pulled out his wand, and with a blast, petrified Oliver. Eventually, the whole situation became too much for him, and before anyone had a chance to do anything, Draco as well dropped to the floor. Tonks, with the body of Narcissa Malfoy, was standing over the two bodies, and when Lee Jordan walked into the room, that was all he saw. A sly smirk spread across his face.
"Boy," he said, "have I got you." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~* A/N. Whhheeeeeeeeew! Tired out! *Pant, pant* Got all that done. You know the drill, review if you like it, review if you don't. Just, review! Honestly, too. Thanks. *="The Secret Window" **="The Ring" Go see those movies! That's all I have to say for now.
She smiled to herself as she bid farewell to her dream-man.They would have probably shared a good-night kiss had it not been for that irritating Lee kid, always getting in their way and nosing into their business. She hadn't been true friends with him, she just sort of played along and was nice to him because his dad was her boss. So, if she didn't want the boot, she had to play nice. 'Well,' she thought to herself, as she stepped in her room and started brushing her hair, 'Those days are over, and not a damn thing he can do about that NOW,' {she had a new boss.} 'Don't have to befriend the brute any longer.' Usually, she was nicer than this...more easygoing...not as strongly opinionized about anyone...part of herself told her. * 'So, I don't like Lee....'
'....but you like Oliver. A lot.'
'And you're seven years older than him. SEVEN YEARS. SEVEN YEARS. SEVEN YEARS!' This rang through her head without stopping. She tried with agony to overpower the voice.
'Seven years isn't that much...I'm not a bad person.....'
'You're a teacher....SEVEN YEARS!....He's a student....SEVEN YEARS!'
'STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!!'
She was shouting at herself, and grabbing her head as if it would split at any given moment. She took a long swig of Firewhiskey, and tried to calm herself enough to sleep. For she was very tired. 'I know!' She thought. 'I'll watch a video to soothe my senses. Beats taking NyQuil again...' If anything to make her feel better, she'd go back in that hot- tub...but she couldn't. Oliver was fast asleep by now, and she didn't know the password to the room. 'Video it is, then.' {She's probably the only wizard around with a complete TV and VCR set...} She sighed, and picked a video tape off the coffee table and popped it in. She sat back on the couch and relaxed a bit. 'Aaaaaah,' she thought. 'ER re-runs always can get me to fall asleep...' {so friggin' true. Come to think of it, I don't watch it anymore, but, needless to say, it was a one-way ticket to the Land of Nod.- [sleeping, in other words.]} But as she was preparing the pillows and dimming the lights, ready to fall fast asleep,** her TV screen went blank. It gave off a high-pitched, unearthly noise.
"What...the bloody fuck...is it....now?" Quite irked, she got up and tried adjusting the antenna. This just caused a higher, longer, and louder note to come from the TV, and it wailed and wailed and wailed til' the point of no return. She clamped her hands over her ears and stumbled backwards, tripping over the coffee table in her path. Then the wailing turned to a screeching, then the screeching formed distinct words... "SEVEN.....YEARS......SEVEN.....YEARS.....SEVEN.....YEARS....." And then, to her horror, out from the staticy screen emerged a girl....with long, matted, dark hair. Terrified, Tonks thought around vigorously. She didn't want to be killed...and that girl...that THING, she wanted it GONE... 'No chance of sleep now', she thought. She'd be lucky, in fact, to live to see another night...the girl was now extending her clawed arm out, toward Tonks...out of sheer desperation, the pink-haired lady decided to strike up a conversation.
"Hey girl, you've got split ends, but overall nice volume to your hair...sometime we should get together and work on it! Eh? Eh? EH?!!!" Obviously, her 'small-talk' wasn't winning the thing over. What to do, what to do, WHAT to do!!??!!!
'Transform....you can transform.....remember!?'
'SEVEN....YEARS!'
"SEVEN....YEARS!"
'Turn into someone....mean and intimidating....think....who....'
'SEVEN...YEARS!'
"SEVEN....YEARS!" How could she stand it, with all these voices? They were in her head, they were in the TV, they were from the girl.....she couldn't find temporary peace now, not now....she had to transform....to drive the thing away...
"Narcissa Malfoy!" She realized out loud. Now if SHE wasn't an ominous figure, she didn't know of any. She changed...her look....first her hair-spikes, flat, color-grey....then her body-she grew taller, thinner...then the skin-paler....whiter....
'SEVEN.....YEARS.....'
"SEVEN....YEARS..." The thing was now grabbing her, she had a hold on her arm....she had to FOCUS. NARCISSA. At last, her face changed. She was now, truly, what appeared to be the sinister Mrs. Malfoy. 'Let's see what I can do!' She grabbed the girl's hand, and yanked it off her own. She wouldn't let this little monster drag her into the electronic realms of nothing, NO SIR! 'Narcissa' finally got full power over the girl, and heaved her to and through the television screen. Now, the golden circular shape that was on the screen flickered, until it shut the television off completely. Exhausted, confused, but overall feeling she should applaud her efforts, Tonks collapsed back on the couch, and finished off the last of the Firewhiskey.
She was brutally shoved awake what seemed like no more than three seconds later. She moaned and turned back over, shoving the figure that had waken her aside.
"Mum, get up, Mum...."
"What....?.....who.....where.....WHAT?" Tonks had regained full composure, and looked up at the person who had disturbed her peacuful sleep. He had bleach-blonde hair and light-grey eyes. Before she could question him, she caught sight of a mirror just behind him and realized that she had those same exact features. Then she remembered-she had transformed into Narcissa. 'Oh great,' she thought with sarcastic joy. 'Now I have to act like this fruit's mother, to avoid any more panic-situations...' Then she did a recap of all she knew of Narcissa's life, and thought aloud with mild arousement, "My husband's a pimp." The boy just stared.
"Mum? Mother, I don't think you're alright....why are you here?"
"I....see, well.....it's a funny story, boy, you see I...."
He picked up the empty bottle of Firewhiskey. "Dad TOLD you not to drink anymore, remember? So why'd you come to Hogwarts, just to get drunk for a bit?" As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he apparantly realized that he had just said something very wrong indeed, and cringed in fear of being hit. 'Is this all the better that woman treats her son?' thought Tonks, 'so that he is always in fear of speaking his mind? That isn't right.'
'Much like the way you treat Lee..'
"NO! NOT NOW!" She certainly didn't want to hear voices, especially not right now. Instead, she spoke to Draco.
"Sure, why not. Go play with your friends...here, take twenty...." she pressed the Galleons into his palm. He took it ungratefully and turned around. Tonks could have sworn she heard muttering that sounded like, "Money, money, what else is new." Those awful parents! Oh well, not HER problem. Let them deal with that themselves. Just as she was getting up, Wood came through the open door.
"Oliver! It's me!"
"Who?"
"No...Tonks....I transformed, is all...long story....you sleep well?"
He walked over, and they briefly kissed on the lips, but all Draco saw when he came back in to ask for more money was HIS MOTHER KISSING ANOTHER MAN-A BOY, AT THAT. He, too, was shocked to tears, and pulled out his wand, and with a blast, petrified Oliver. Eventually, the whole situation became too much for him, and before anyone had a chance to do anything, Draco as well dropped to the floor. Tonks, with the body of Narcissa Malfoy, was standing over the two bodies, and when Lee Jordan walked into the room, that was all he saw. A sly smirk spread across his face.
"Boy," he said, "have I got you." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~* A/N. Whhheeeeeeeeew! Tired out! *Pant, pant* Got all that done. You know the drill, review if you like it, review if you don't. Just, review! Honestly, too. Thanks. *="The Secret Window" **="The Ring" Go see those movies! That's all I have to say for now.