Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: Um....boo! Hee hee hee.... I'm trying to get back on track with the whole "unbelievable stupidity" thing. I think this chapter is inane enough to qualify.
Chapter Sixteen
Darkness Becomes Her
Ethra spent the day helping Molly Weasley with various things around the house, doing grunt work, and wondering if she would see Severus at the meeting tonight.
If so, would he be angry?
Probably.
She was just sweeping the floor when her left arm burned, firey, intense heat. That usually conotates burning, ya know.
Anyway, she fell to her knees, clutching her arm and dropping the broom loudly. Just as she did, Remus was coming into the room to, I dunno, get tea or something.
"Are you alright? Is it your head?" He rushed over to her and caught her before she fell over backward.
"N-no...my...arm...." Her hand was clutched tightly around her arm, and Lupin worked to pry it off.
What he saw astounded him.
"Great google-y-moogle-y!" He muttered under his breath.
Upon the inside of her forearm, she bore the Dark Mark.
It was not completely black yet, but it was apparent.
Ethra got a hold of herself and looked.
"What...is that..?"
Remus simply looked at her arm, and then her.
"You...you don't remember..any of it?"
Ethra tried to think about events over the past year or so.
Blank.
Nothing. Nothing about the wizarding world, nothing about the non-wizarding world. She was completely amnesiotic (heh.).
"Was I...a Death Eater, here?"
Remus looked at her at first with incredulity, and then with pity. He gently helped her up into a chair.
"Haven't you wondered why you are a nineteen year old seventh year?"
"Um, I guessed it was either my rampant stupidity or the fact that the author didn't really think about it."
"Erm, a little of both, but you see, for some reason the story developed a plot unbeknownst and unaided by the author. Not a very well-structured plot, but a plot nonetheless. Now, would you like to hear the sorry excuse for why you are a nineteen year old seventh year?"
"Sure. Shoot."
And he told her the story, but the author was too tired and bored to write out the entire explanation.
"Wow." Ethra breathed, stunned. "So, I quit Hogwarts, lied about my age, became a Death Eater, reformed, and went back to school last year, but no one knows about it except Dumbledore? How...Mary Su-"
"Don't say that name! Anyway, obviously I know, too, because Dumbledore decided that, whilst you realities are re-merging, you are too vulnerable and know too much to suffer alone. So when he found out you'd made your way here, he decided here would be the next safest place. Especially after..." He paused, clearing his throat.
"What?"
"Since Draco Malfoy walked in on you...and...Severus Snape. You're going to need extra protection now that Voldemort knows of your defection."
"Yes, but does he? He knows I was with Severus...but he doesn't know I switched sides, right?"
"Er, I guess so..."
"So, maybe, I could do the whole spy thing like Snape!"
Lupin thought this over. "Well, normally, I would say no, but since I wouldn't mind seeing you killed, we'll talk it over at the meeting."
"Do I get to come to the-"
"NO!"
"Okay, fine." Ethra rubbed her sore arm and stood up, sticking out her tongue at Lupin. "Damn sexy werewolf, you."
"Yes. I know, it's a curse." He deadpanned. "Like a cuppa?"
Ethra smiled. "Sure. Thanks."
by Ethra Esme
A/N: Um....boo! Hee hee hee.... I'm trying to get back on track with the whole "unbelievable stupidity" thing. I think this chapter is inane enough to qualify.
Chapter Sixteen
Darkness Becomes Her
Ethra spent the day helping Molly Weasley with various things around the house, doing grunt work, and wondering if she would see Severus at the meeting tonight.
If so, would he be angry?
Probably.
She was just sweeping the floor when her left arm burned, firey, intense heat. That usually conotates burning, ya know.
Anyway, she fell to her knees, clutching her arm and dropping the broom loudly. Just as she did, Remus was coming into the room to, I dunno, get tea or something.
"Are you alright? Is it your head?" He rushed over to her and caught her before she fell over backward.
"N-no...my...arm...." Her hand was clutched tightly around her arm, and Lupin worked to pry it off.
What he saw astounded him.
"Great google-y-moogle-y!" He muttered under his breath.
Upon the inside of her forearm, she bore the Dark Mark.
It was not completely black yet, but it was apparent.
Ethra got a hold of herself and looked.
"What...is that..?"
Remus simply looked at her arm, and then her.
"You...you don't remember..any of it?"
Ethra tried to think about events over the past year or so.
Blank.
Nothing. Nothing about the wizarding world, nothing about the non-wizarding world. She was completely amnesiotic (heh.).
"Was I...a Death Eater, here?"
Remus looked at her at first with incredulity, and then with pity. He gently helped her up into a chair.
"Haven't you wondered why you are a nineteen year old seventh year?"
"Um, I guessed it was either my rampant stupidity or the fact that the author didn't really think about it."
"Erm, a little of both, but you see, for some reason the story developed a plot unbeknownst and unaided by the author. Not a very well-structured plot, but a plot nonetheless. Now, would you like to hear the sorry excuse for why you are a nineteen year old seventh year?"
"Sure. Shoot."
And he told her the story, but the author was too tired and bored to write out the entire explanation.
"Wow." Ethra breathed, stunned. "So, I quit Hogwarts, lied about my age, became a Death Eater, reformed, and went back to school last year, but no one knows about it except Dumbledore? How...Mary Su-"
"Don't say that name! Anyway, obviously I know, too, because Dumbledore decided that, whilst you realities are re-merging, you are too vulnerable and know too much to suffer alone. So when he found out you'd made your way here, he decided here would be the next safest place. Especially after..." He paused, clearing his throat.
"What?"
"Since Draco Malfoy walked in on you...and...Severus Snape. You're going to need extra protection now that Voldemort knows of your defection."
"Yes, but does he? He knows I was with Severus...but he doesn't know I switched sides, right?"
"Er, I guess so..."
"So, maybe, I could do the whole spy thing like Snape!"
Lupin thought this over. "Well, normally, I would say no, but since I wouldn't mind seeing you killed, we'll talk it over at the meeting."
"Do I get to come to the-"
"NO!"
"Okay, fine." Ethra rubbed her sore arm and stood up, sticking out her tongue at Lupin. "Damn sexy werewolf, you."
"Yes. I know, it's a curse." He deadpanned. "Like a cuppa?"
Ethra smiled. "Sure. Thanks."