Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: Thanks again to all the kind reviews I've been getting. It really boggles the mind. :) These last few chapters I don't like too much, so I'm surprised others do.
Chapter Seventeen
The One with All the Kissing
Ethra whiled away the rest of the day, her simple mind already extremely bored by being stuck inside. She spent it in the library, reading various things, but couldn't concentrate on anything.
Remus was very nice to her, but she got the feeling he secretly wanted her dead.
Finally, night came upon the house, and she heard movement upstairs.
When she emerged from the back of the house, she heard hushed voices and saw, from the hallway, Professor McGonnagal and a scary looking guy Ethra could only assume was Mad-Eye Moody. He had the itchy feeling that he was watching her, and her suspicions were confirmed by Mad-Eye pulling out his wand and Stupifying her.
She awoke moments later, and was pleasantly surprised to find herself in Severus' arms.
"How. Many. Effing. Times. Do I have to pass out or be knocked out, damnit?" She rubbed her forehead irratably.
Snape just glared at her, getting up and practically throwing her off her feet and storming into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.
"So, um...I guess no one told him I'm not a Death Eater anymore?" She asked no one. Shrugging, she headed upstairs and for the room she heard noise in. A hooting owl, a mowling cat, a dignified snort from one Miss Hermione Granger.
Ethra sighed and knocked on the door. Everyone went silent, and she heard footsteps toward the door. The knob turned and a tall, red headed kid popped his head out.
"Erm..hello." Ron said, squirmingly.
"Go ahead and let her in." She heard Harry hiss. Ron looked briefly disgruntled and opened the door wider.
She saw there the twins, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and assorted animals.
"Um..." She raised a hand briefly. "Hi."
It was the wrong hand to raise. Her left, leaving her forearm exposed. A collective gasp echoed throughout the room, and an empty painting on the wall to her right snickered openly.
She sucked in a quick breath of air and clutched her arm, looking horrified.
"Is it true, then," Harry ventured quietly, "that you remember nothing about being a Death Eater?"
Ethra took a moment to think.
"I can't remember past the last month, really." She furrowed her brow, getting woozy. Her arm was itching her and she rubbed it compulsively.
"It's a classic case of author-induced amnesia." Hermione commented wisely.
Ethra looked over at the Weasley twins, standing together. They had indeed gotten more gorgeous. In the past, Ethra would have run up and squeeled and hugged them both but now...she was so tired.
"Anyone know what's going on?" Ethra asked.
"They're probably talking about you." George commented.
"Yeah."
"The Malfoys know you and Snape are, er...acquainted." Fred put in.
"Exactly WHAT is that rumor, anyway? What did Draco say he walked in on?" Ethra asked cautiously.
The twins looked at one another.
"Er...nevermind." Ethra sighed.
Harry was busy rubbing his scar and staring at Ethra. She looked around. Everyone was staring at her.
"Look, I know you probably don't trust me right now, but I'm sure I joined the Death Eaters for a very un-Muggle-hating reason."
"Actually." Hermione said, guardedly. "You killed quite a few Muggles."
"I did?" Ethra was horrified.
"Yes, yes. It seemed they were all mean to you in grade school."
"Wh...bu....that doesn't sound like me..." She put a finger to her lips. "Although, a few..." She smirked softly.
The others began to slowly back away.
"Oh, knock it off." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a changed man."
The others exchanged looks undiscreetly.
"Er, woman, rather."
"Well..." Ron said thoughtfully. "You did kill quite a few murderers and rapists and people like that, both wizard and muggle."
"Fantastic!" Ethra brightened, then caught sight of Hermione and Ginny's horrified looks. "Er, I mean...that's terrible. Those...poor...people." Ethra smiled inwardly, however. She had never really thought of the vigilante possibilities of her possition before. 'No, no. That's a bad idea.' She scolded herself.
But so tempting.
'Shit!' She cursed herself quietly. 'No wonder I became a Death Eater.'
"Well, um...thanks for having me." Ethra nodded to everyone in turn, then spun around and walked quickly out of the room, heading back to the library, her thoughts heavy on her mind.
She had just settled into one of the many chintz armchairs in the room with a good book about Magical Beasts when she heard the door creak open. She hoped it was Severus, but when she looked up she saw in the door way the shadow of a scrawny boy with messy hair.
"Harry?"
"Ethra, um. can I come in, then?"
"Sure." Ethra smiled, if not a little confused.
"Look, Ethra. I know you didn't join Voldemort to kill innocent people. I mean, too much anyway. And I know you were only with them for about a year."
"Yes?"
"And I know that everyone..you know...makes mistakes.."
"Thanks, Harry." Ethra smiled kindly. "That's very sweet of yo-"
Her sentence was cut off by Harry's lips on hers. She squeaked and pushed him off.
"Harry-"
"Listen, Ethra, what I want to say is, I'm terribly in love with you, would you go out with me?"
The author laughed maniacally and the people around her looked suspiciously at her.
"That's...thanks anyway, love. I'm a little..old for-"
He was kissing her again. This time more forcefully, and before she could pry him off her, the door opened spreading bright light into the dark library.
Severus.
by Ethra Esme
A/N: Thanks again to all the kind reviews I've been getting. It really boggles the mind. :) These last few chapters I don't like too much, so I'm surprised others do.
Chapter Seventeen
The One with All the Kissing
Ethra whiled away the rest of the day, her simple mind already extremely bored by being stuck inside. She spent it in the library, reading various things, but couldn't concentrate on anything.
Remus was very nice to her, but she got the feeling he secretly wanted her dead.
Finally, night came upon the house, and she heard movement upstairs.
When she emerged from the back of the house, she heard hushed voices and saw, from the hallway, Professor McGonnagal and a scary looking guy Ethra could only assume was Mad-Eye Moody. He had the itchy feeling that he was watching her, and her suspicions were confirmed by Mad-Eye pulling out his wand and Stupifying her.
She awoke moments later, and was pleasantly surprised to find herself in Severus' arms.
"How. Many. Effing. Times. Do I have to pass out or be knocked out, damnit?" She rubbed her forehead irratably.
Snape just glared at her, getting up and practically throwing her off her feet and storming into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.
"So, um...I guess no one told him I'm not a Death Eater anymore?" She asked no one. Shrugging, she headed upstairs and for the room she heard noise in. A hooting owl, a mowling cat, a dignified snort from one Miss Hermione Granger.
Ethra sighed and knocked on the door. Everyone went silent, and she heard footsteps toward the door. The knob turned and a tall, red headed kid popped his head out.
"Erm..hello." Ron said, squirmingly.
"Go ahead and let her in." She heard Harry hiss. Ron looked briefly disgruntled and opened the door wider.
She saw there the twins, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and assorted animals.
"Um..." She raised a hand briefly. "Hi."
It was the wrong hand to raise. Her left, leaving her forearm exposed. A collective gasp echoed throughout the room, and an empty painting on the wall to her right snickered openly.
She sucked in a quick breath of air and clutched her arm, looking horrified.
"Is it true, then," Harry ventured quietly, "that you remember nothing about being a Death Eater?"
Ethra took a moment to think.
"I can't remember past the last month, really." She furrowed her brow, getting woozy. Her arm was itching her and she rubbed it compulsively.
"It's a classic case of author-induced amnesia." Hermione commented wisely.
Ethra looked over at the Weasley twins, standing together. They had indeed gotten more gorgeous. In the past, Ethra would have run up and squeeled and hugged them both but now...she was so tired.
"Anyone know what's going on?" Ethra asked.
"They're probably talking about you." George commented.
"Yeah."
"The Malfoys know you and Snape are, er...acquainted." Fred put in.
"Exactly WHAT is that rumor, anyway? What did Draco say he walked in on?" Ethra asked cautiously.
The twins looked at one another.
"Er...nevermind." Ethra sighed.
Harry was busy rubbing his scar and staring at Ethra. She looked around. Everyone was staring at her.
"Look, I know you probably don't trust me right now, but I'm sure I joined the Death Eaters for a very un-Muggle-hating reason."
"Actually." Hermione said, guardedly. "You killed quite a few Muggles."
"I did?" Ethra was horrified.
"Yes, yes. It seemed they were all mean to you in grade school."
"Wh...bu....that doesn't sound like me..." She put a finger to her lips. "Although, a few..." She smirked softly.
The others began to slowly back away.
"Oh, knock it off." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a changed man."
The others exchanged looks undiscreetly.
"Er, woman, rather."
"Well..." Ron said thoughtfully. "You did kill quite a few murderers and rapists and people like that, both wizard and muggle."
"Fantastic!" Ethra brightened, then caught sight of Hermione and Ginny's horrified looks. "Er, I mean...that's terrible. Those...poor...people." Ethra smiled inwardly, however. She had never really thought of the vigilante possibilities of her possition before. 'No, no. That's a bad idea.' She scolded herself.
But so tempting.
'Shit!' She cursed herself quietly. 'No wonder I became a Death Eater.'
"Well, um...thanks for having me." Ethra nodded to everyone in turn, then spun around and walked quickly out of the room, heading back to the library, her thoughts heavy on her mind.
She had just settled into one of the many chintz armchairs in the room with a good book about Magical Beasts when she heard the door creak open. She hoped it was Severus, but when she looked up she saw in the door way the shadow of a scrawny boy with messy hair.
"Harry?"
"Ethra, um. can I come in, then?"
"Sure." Ethra smiled, if not a little confused.
"Look, Ethra. I know you didn't join Voldemort to kill innocent people. I mean, too much anyway. And I know you were only with them for about a year."
"Yes?"
"And I know that everyone..you know...makes mistakes.."
"Thanks, Harry." Ethra smiled kindly. "That's very sweet of yo-"
Her sentence was cut off by Harry's lips on hers. She squeaked and pushed him off.
"Harry-"
"Listen, Ethra, what I want to say is, I'm terribly in love with you, would you go out with me?"
The author laughed maniacally and the people around her looked suspiciously at her.
"That's...thanks anyway, love. I'm a little..old for-"
He was kissing her again. This time more forcefully, and before she could pry him off her, the door opened spreading bright light into the dark library.
Severus.