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Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
The Tale of a Young Wizard
NOTE: Warning, this chapter contains graphic violence as well as some very minor sexual acts as well, if you are offending with kissing don't read it :p If you are offended with rape...probably a bad idea to read it either...or if you are offending with blood. Etc. It IS rated R after all...
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Steven had to use a minor cleaning spell on his face to remove the tear stains and the red eyes he had obtained from crying long into the night like a pathetic little baby. Gregory had heard it, he thought less of him for it. Slytherin's may be cowards but they have pride, and they don't break down and cry. He had actually thought to bewitch Steven so that he couldn't speak, that way Gregory wouldn't have to hear the sobbing which had kept him up later then he had planned.
Gregory did not wake him up that morning, they had no classes today. Gregory did not walk with him to breakfast, he nor did any of the other Slytherins, who by now were all aware that he had been crying himself to sleep. None of them wanted to be near him, and a few of them even called him a Hufflepuff when he passed. Steven wasn't sure now whether he would break down again, or if he would explode and accidentally kill one of them.
He sat alone when he ate his breakfast, none of them would sit with him, not even Gregory. He even saw, out of the corner of his eye, Gregory making fun of him. Pretending to cry. Then he heard something that made him snap, he didn't know how Gregory knew about it, maybe he just assumed, maybe it was just a real unlucky guess
"Oh woe is me! Sabrina hates me, Waaaah I want my mommy!"
Steven stood up, very calmly. None of them noticed him, none of them paid him even the slightest bit of attention. They were too busy laughing at Gregory. But originally they were laughing with him, but after Steven cast a spell to turn Gregory's nose into a pickle and his ears into donuts, they were laughing at him. Gregory tried to say something in response, but his voice was so contorted from having his nose replaced with a pickle, that it only caused the Slytherins to laugh even harder. Steven walked, calmly, out of the Great Hall, most people hadn't noticed what he'd done to Gregory, which made Gregory very glad, for the humiliation would've been too much.
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Sabrina and Johnathen were walking hand in hand down an empty corridor of Hogwarts. Most of the students were out in the courtyard, the rest were in the Great Hall or in the commons of their respective house. They were chatting idly about different things, they came onto the subject of quidditch:
"I love the new seeker on the Irish team...his red hair...the way he moves on the broom...mmmm" she sighed happilly, forgetting John was there for a moment, but only for a moment.
"What's that supposed to mean!? Are you planning to leave me for him!?" John nearly screamed.
"What?? Oh don't be serious John. A guy like him would never go out with some ordinary witch like me." she assured him
"That's right, don't you forget that. I'm the only person who would. So don't you ever think of leaving me."
"Um...ok Johnny.." she said with a bit of confusion, not understanding what the hell his problem was and half tempted to kick him square in the balls right there.
They walked in silence for a while down the hall. They encountered a few students here and there, and then for a long while they saw no one. Johnathen stopped her and pushed her rather forcefully against the wall and pressed his lips on her. She fought against him and struggled to get her mouth out from his.
"John! Stop! Someone will see us!"
"Relax babe..no one has been around for at least 20 minutes...we can have all the fun we want..."
"I don't WANT to have this kind of fun right now! Especially not right in the middle of the fucking hall! We could get expelled!"
"You slut you know you want this..."
Petrificus Totalus!
John paralyzed her, she was helpless, completly conscious of what was going on, but she could do nothing. She could not scream, she could not run. This boy, this "love of her life" was doing what no one in the world had the right to do!
"He's going to rape me" she realized, with a great deal of horror.
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Steven was wandering through the halls of the school, he wasn't really heading in any one direction or another, he just wanted to be away from those bastards he called friends. He was pissed, to say the least. Everyone he cared about in this school had turned their back on him, and so he decided he would go to Dumbledore's. As he was about to turn a corner on the way to Dumbledore's office, he heared John saying something very muffled. As if his face were covered while he was saying it. Steven peered around the corner, expecting to see John with some other girl, instead, to his horror, he saw John with the paralyzed Sabrina kissing her neck. He would've stopped and turned around, assuming she was just fooling around with him. In reality he knew she wouldn't do such a thing, but in his state of anger and depression, he didn't really feel like being optimistic. But he saw her face, he saw her eyes. Her beautiful eyes which were filled with tears. Not tears of joy, tears of fear, tears of sorrow, tears of pain.
It was then that he decided he had had enough. He had felt his heart shattered the night before, his friends abandoned him today, and now he saw the only person he'd ever truely cared about being abused in a way no one deserves. He yelled out with enough rage it nearly broke the glass windows of the hallway, he instinctivly flipped out his wand and used the first spell that came to his mind.
Reducto!
A beam of red light shot out of Steven's wand and struck John's right arm. Sabrina was splattered with blood, which didn't help her mental condition to much, nor did seeing John's severed hand still gripping onto her....
His arm had been blow apart, the only part of it that remained was the hand gripped to Sabrina. Her panic nearly broke the paralyzation, but she remained still, though her eyes were bulging and she was frantically darting them all around the place.
At the sound of the spell, and the screaming of John, Dumbledore appeared from his office, he saw John and Sabrina and was horrified, Steven couldn't tell which one he was more horrified with though...
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Notes: aint drama a pain? oh well, review
Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
The Tale of a Young Wizard
NOTE: Warning, this chapter contains graphic violence as well as some very minor sexual acts as well, if you are offending with kissing don't read it :p If you are offended with rape...probably a bad idea to read it either...or if you are offending with blood. Etc. It IS rated R after all...
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Steven had to use a minor cleaning spell on his face to remove the tear stains and the red eyes he had obtained from crying long into the night like a pathetic little baby. Gregory had heard it, he thought less of him for it. Slytherin's may be cowards but they have pride, and they don't break down and cry. He had actually thought to bewitch Steven so that he couldn't speak, that way Gregory wouldn't have to hear the sobbing which had kept him up later then he had planned.
Gregory did not wake him up that morning, they had no classes today. Gregory did not walk with him to breakfast, he nor did any of the other Slytherins, who by now were all aware that he had been crying himself to sleep. None of them wanted to be near him, and a few of them even called him a Hufflepuff when he passed. Steven wasn't sure now whether he would break down again, or if he would explode and accidentally kill one of them.
He sat alone when he ate his breakfast, none of them would sit with him, not even Gregory. He even saw, out of the corner of his eye, Gregory making fun of him. Pretending to cry. Then he heard something that made him snap, he didn't know how Gregory knew about it, maybe he just assumed, maybe it was just a real unlucky guess
"Oh woe is me! Sabrina hates me, Waaaah I want my mommy!"
Steven stood up, very calmly. None of them noticed him, none of them paid him even the slightest bit of attention. They were too busy laughing at Gregory. But originally they were laughing with him, but after Steven cast a spell to turn Gregory's nose into a pickle and his ears into donuts, they were laughing at him. Gregory tried to say something in response, but his voice was so contorted from having his nose replaced with a pickle, that it only caused the Slytherins to laugh even harder. Steven walked, calmly, out of the Great Hall, most people hadn't noticed what he'd done to Gregory, which made Gregory very glad, for the humiliation would've been too much.
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Sabrina and Johnathen were walking hand in hand down an empty corridor of Hogwarts. Most of the students were out in the courtyard, the rest were in the Great Hall or in the commons of their respective house. They were chatting idly about different things, they came onto the subject of quidditch:
"I love the new seeker on the Irish team...his red hair...the way he moves on the broom...mmmm" she sighed happilly, forgetting John was there for a moment, but only for a moment.
"What's that supposed to mean!? Are you planning to leave me for him!?" John nearly screamed.
"What?? Oh don't be serious John. A guy like him would never go out with some ordinary witch like me." she assured him
"That's right, don't you forget that. I'm the only person who would. So don't you ever think of leaving me."
"Um...ok Johnny.." she said with a bit of confusion, not understanding what the hell his problem was and half tempted to kick him square in the balls right there.
They walked in silence for a while down the hall. They encountered a few students here and there, and then for a long while they saw no one. Johnathen stopped her and pushed her rather forcefully against the wall and pressed his lips on her. She fought against him and struggled to get her mouth out from his.
"John! Stop! Someone will see us!"
"Relax babe..no one has been around for at least 20 minutes...we can have all the fun we want..."
"I don't WANT to have this kind of fun right now! Especially not right in the middle of the fucking hall! We could get expelled!"
"You slut you know you want this..."
Petrificus Totalus!
John paralyzed her, she was helpless, completly conscious of what was going on, but she could do nothing. She could not scream, she could not run. This boy, this "love of her life" was doing what no one in the world had the right to do!
"He's going to rape me" she realized, with a great deal of horror.
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Steven was wandering through the halls of the school, he wasn't really heading in any one direction or another, he just wanted to be away from those bastards he called friends. He was pissed, to say the least. Everyone he cared about in this school had turned their back on him, and so he decided he would go to Dumbledore's. As he was about to turn a corner on the way to Dumbledore's office, he heared John saying something very muffled. As if his face were covered while he was saying it. Steven peered around the corner, expecting to see John with some other girl, instead, to his horror, he saw John with the paralyzed Sabrina kissing her neck. He would've stopped and turned around, assuming she was just fooling around with him. In reality he knew she wouldn't do such a thing, but in his state of anger and depression, he didn't really feel like being optimistic. But he saw her face, he saw her eyes. Her beautiful eyes which were filled with tears. Not tears of joy, tears of fear, tears of sorrow, tears of pain.
It was then that he decided he had had enough. He had felt his heart shattered the night before, his friends abandoned him today, and now he saw the only person he'd ever truely cared about being abused in a way no one deserves. He yelled out with enough rage it nearly broke the glass windows of the hallway, he instinctivly flipped out his wand and used the first spell that came to his mind.
Reducto!
A beam of red light shot out of Steven's wand and struck John's right arm. Sabrina was splattered with blood, which didn't help her mental condition to much, nor did seeing John's severed hand still gripping onto her....
His arm had been blow apart, the only part of it that remained was the hand gripped to Sabrina. Her panic nearly broke the paralyzation, but she remained still, though her eyes were bulging and she was frantically darting them all around the place.
At the sound of the spell, and the screaming of John, Dumbledore appeared from his office, he saw John and Sabrina and was horrified, Steven couldn't tell which one he was more horrified with though...
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Notes: aint drama a pain? oh well, review