*disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter or Foamy the Squirrel. I am only
stealing HP for my own and all of your amusement and to take up all the
free time I have...*snorts* More like studying and homework
time...Err...yeah...
*other stuff* Thank you guys SO much for reviewing!! I love you all SO much! Oh yeah, I got my first flame! Ya know you could have left a signed review so I could email you the answer to what you said, but it had to be anonymous. This story seems rather clichéd at the moment, but it should get better...Okay, if any of you have any suggestions for the upcoming chapters, please them in reviews. I'll state your name if I decide to use one of your ideas!
Vampyre*BloodSuicide: Ron and Harry...It's really Harry that hates her and Ron just goes along with it because he is a complete follower and such. As to why Harry dislikes her so, you'll find that out in a later chapter.
fireangel: Thanks, I'll be posting my chapters faster now, hopefully.
Supreme Neo Countess: Will do. He'll be appearing later on, I promise. It'll be a fast romance once Mynee gets over the whole 'I hate you' thing...
.
Revelations, Chapter Four
.
Severus Snape grumbled darkly to himself about having to carry the unconscious know-it-all up to Dumbledore's study.
She should have been left in the Forest to be eaten by a rampaging two- footed blabberweasel. He none to gently dropped
Hermione's limp body into one of the over stuffed dark blue armchairs and promptly left the office, feeling rather edgy being
alone with a Vampyre. A few minutes after he left, Dumbledore entered. He sat at his desk and simply looked at Hermione's
prone form. What had just occurred was very serious, but he had to stick by his words. A Vampyre had every right to go to
school, just like a regular witch did. Just as he was raising his wand to revive her, her eyes opened and her hues were once
again cinnamon. When they focused on Dumbledore, a sheen of fear crossed her gentle eyes.
"Professor, is Hagrid all right? I didn't mean to hurt him! I was just so hungry! He scared away my prey and I was in blood lust
and I didn't know it was him!"
Dumbledore looked at her barely trembling form before him and shook his head slowly.
"I should have told you that you would have hungered again. It really was not your fault. Hagrid was simply doing his job. He
thought you were a Black Tree Elf."
The fear slid off of Mynee's face, disbelief flooding across it. One hand cradled the side of her face as she shook her head.
"A Black Tree Elf? Merlin...How could he mistake me for one of those?" She snorted darkly. "I'm so bloody pasty...I've seen them,
I look nothing like them. Even from a distance, they're only three feet tall on average! I'm five feet and seven inches! How can I
be mistake for one?" Her voice was high pitched and is what clear to Dumbledore that Mynee had lapsed into hysterics. That
was perfectly understandable considering she had almost killed a man who had been close to her for nearly seven years.
Dumbledore leant over his desk and hit her atop her head with his wand. The sharp and sudden pain brought her out of her bout
of hysterics and she just stared at him.
"I do not know why he thought you were one of them, but he did. He was trying to protect the unicorns."
Mynee stared at Dumbledore for several long moments then just shook her head slowly, her other hand cradling the other part of
her face. When she spoke, it was in such a soft undertone that the elderly wizard had to crane his head to catch her voice.
"This is just so bloody perfect...Like my life couldn't be any worse, this has to go and happen. Fan-bloody-tastic..."
Dumbledore's brow furrowed and he tried to touch one of her hands. When his fingertips grazed her knuckles she pressed
herself into the back of the armchair, physical contact positively revolting her.
"My dear, if there is anything you wish to talk about, you know I will listen."
"I know Professor, I just need to work out my problems on my own. I don't want to drag anyone else down with me. My troubles
are my own; no one else's to deal with." She whispered quietly.
Dumbledore sighed quietly. It was quite clear on his care worn face that he really wanted to help her, to wipe away all of her
fears and pains. But sadly, Mynee did not want any help and he had to obey her wishes.
"As you wish Ms Granger. Now that you are well enough to stay out of the Hospital Wing, I should tell you." Mynee immediately
thought he was going to tell her that she got Head Girl. The ends of her mouth curled up slightly and she lifted her eyes to his
face. "You got the Gryffindor position as Prefect."
"What?" Disbelief shone brightly on her face as the words were processed in her mind. Prefect? She had been a Prefect in Fifth
Year. That was a Fifth Year privilege, not a Seventh Year.
"You are Gryffindor Prefect. I know it seems surprising, but the rest of the teachers and I decided that Fifth Years are still too
immature to handle the responsibility. So, we decided that one person from each house who be named Prefect along with Head
Boy and Girl. Prefects get their own rooms as well, just like the Heads."
"P-Professor, who are the Head Girl and Boy?"
"Harry Potter and Parvati Patil."
Mynee's eyes narrowed slightly and her hands dropped from her face, curling into angry fists. Harry and Parvati? Harry could
burn in hell for all she cared and Parvati was a stupid piece of belly button fluff with the IQ that rivaled a minimal sized pebble.
She ground her teeth and her cinnamon eyes sparkled with anger, through clenched teeth she spoke.
"Who are the other Prefects Professor?"
Dumbledore sensed and saw her anger and decided that he did not want her to explode.
"You'll find out on the train ride back up here in a weeks time."
"Train ride back up?" Her brows flew together, she decided to ignore the fact that Dumbledore was not going to tell who her
dorm mates were. "I don't understand Professor."
"You will be transported down to the train station in London so you can ride the train with your friends."
"What if I'd rather stay here until the Beginning of Term feast? I'd much, much rather do that."
"Nonsense my dear, you'll have a marvelous time traveling with your friends. I'm sure you, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley will start
cooking up a new scheme. You'll have so much free time now that Harry killed Voldemort!"
All of what he said was total nonsense to Mynee, and the final sentence was the last straw. She had bloody well killed
Voldemort while Harry lay dying in a corner. If she had not been there, Harry would have died and Voldemort would be
rampaging around the world still. An angry glare entered her eyes and she shoved out of the chair. She did not excuse herself
from his presence and just marched right on out. No one, not even bloody Dumbledore, knew she had saved the wizarding
world and no one even cared...
Mynee ran out of the office and promptly ran into McGonagall. The elderly witch looked down her nose at her, one dark
brow rising.
"Miss Granger, care to tell me why you are running out of the Headmaster's office?"
"N-No Professor...I-I-I was going to go to my new dormitory. Professor Dumbledore told me my things were in there, but forgot to
tell me where it was." She lied quietly, her eyes down cast.
McGonagall fell for it pitifully, not expecting that her best student would be lying to her.
"Well then, that's perfectly understandable. Come along, I'll show you to the new Prefect's room."
The older woman turned on her heel and walked briskly away in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. The two passed right on
by the Fat Lady until they got to a picture of an oak tree and a small fairy sleeping at the tree's trunk.
"Here were are, this is the portrait. Oiocalen, my dear, please wake up!"
The small feminine figure lifted her head groggily and stared at Minerva.
"Yeah? Wazup?"
"Lindorn Olwa"
The portrait obediently opened and Minerva motioned Mynee to enter. "I won't go in, feel free to look around. You've missed
dinner. If you get hungry for any," She sniffed slightly. "Solid food, the kitchen is on the main floor behind the portrait of a bowl
of fruit. Tickle the largest pear until it turns into a door handle. Sleep well Ms Granger." With that, McGonagall turned and strode
away in an almost Snape-like way. Mynee sighed quietly and pushed herself up into the small circular hole in the wall. She
landed on a plush, dark purple carpet that covered the entire floor of the room. This was the Prefect's common room. In front of
the raging, five foot high fire in the massive fire place was several lush black couches and armchairs. Pressed against one of the
far walls were three or four rich dark red wooden tables, ideal for doing homework upon. There were two doors against another
wall, a golden plaque on each. One said Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, the other Gryffindor and Slytherin. Mynee sorted and
entered the door bearing her house name. It figured that the teachers would try one last time to get at least on Gryffindor and
Slytherin to be on friendly terms with one another. That would never happen. She went up the narrow staircase and entered the
door with her name engraved upon. Strangely, the other had no name on it.
'Damn it...' She thought darkly. 'That bloody man really doesn't want me to know who the Slytherin Prefect. With my horrid luck,
it's probably Malfoy, Goddess forbid..."
Just incase, she knocked on the wood of her door then shut it quietly behind her. She did not want to jinx herself like she
always did. A please sigh escaped her as she surveyed her room. Pressed against the far wall were bloody crimson hangings,
bedspread, and sheets adorned her bed, offset by gorgeous golden pillows. On the same wall was the door, presumably to the
bathroom. The floor was the same plush carpet, but this time in a deeper, richer plum color. Beside the massive window,
complete with cushioned seat, there was a mirrored vanity with her relatively small bag of cosmetics set upon it. Against the
wall where the doorway she was leaning in was an enormous armoire. She clapped her hands in momentary delight and walked
over to her trunk. Mynee kneeled before it and pushed the lid open. Surprisingly, all of her clothing was already out and all of
her books in the bookshelf. She had rather wished to do this herself, but at the same time was glad it had been done from her.
She then remembered the small metal article she had packed that she did not want anyone else to see. She hopped up to her
feet and ran to the bathroom. In the large bag filled with all the things a girl needs in the bathroom she extracted a something
wrapped up in brown paper that was only about two inches by four inches and hid it in the cupboard under the sink. She
quickly set the rest of her things out in one of the two showers, marking it as her own. Mynee sighed quietly and the effort of the
night suddenly came over. How she wished she could just go collapse in her bed, but the thin, once white, nightgown she was
wearing was stained with her own black blood and Hagrid's crimson. It was close to stiff with all the dried fluid on it and the
still damp parts stuck to her flesh. She looked at herself in the mirror and quickly looked away, frightened by her own blood
spattered reflection. She pulled the ruined cloth over her head and dropped it on the floor. She entered the shower and turned
the nozzle so frigid water rained down over her. The water warmed quickly and she attacked her bloody body with handfuls of
soap.
Some time later, Mynee crawled into her bed dressed in nothing but a thin dark green tank top and a pair black football
shorts. She pulled back the blood crimson comforter and slid into her bed. A warm cocoon enveloped her and her last thought
before she drifted off to sleep was how bloody screwed her life was...
At the other end of the school, all the teachers with the exception of Hagrid, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape,
were crowded in the Hospital Wing, in the abandoned part it. Poppy was preaching to the mass about the evilness of Vampyres
and how Hermione Granger would murder them all along with the students when she was blinded by her blood lust. Sadly, the
teachers in their fear of the unknown were drawn in by her blatant lie. Slowly, their hearts were corrupted by fear and they all
started to turn away from a girl who needed their help, and anyone else who would give it.
.
.
.
.
.
Hey everyone! I told you I'd get another chapter out by the end of the week! The only point to this chapter is to show how
frightened the teachers are of Mynee and what she is. So, please review and tell me what you think and ask me any questions
you have!
Translations
Oiocalen-evergreen
Lindorn Olwa-oak branch/wand
.
Your Lord and Master, . Foamy the Squirrel
*other stuff* Thank you guys SO much for reviewing!! I love you all SO much! Oh yeah, I got my first flame! Ya know you could have left a signed review so I could email you the answer to what you said, but it had to be anonymous. This story seems rather clichéd at the moment, but it should get better...Okay, if any of you have any suggestions for the upcoming chapters, please them in reviews. I'll state your name if I decide to use one of your ideas!
Vampyre*BloodSuicide: Ron and Harry...It's really Harry that hates her and Ron just goes along with it because he is a complete follower and such. As to why Harry dislikes her so, you'll find that out in a later chapter.
fireangel: Thanks, I'll be posting my chapters faster now, hopefully.
Supreme Neo Countess: Will do. He'll be appearing later on, I promise. It'll be a fast romance once Mynee gets over the whole 'I hate you' thing...
.
Revelations, Chapter Four
.
Severus Snape grumbled darkly to himself about having to carry the unconscious know-it-all up to Dumbledore's study.
She should have been left in the Forest to be eaten by a rampaging two- footed blabberweasel. He none to gently dropped
Hermione's limp body into one of the over stuffed dark blue armchairs and promptly left the office, feeling rather edgy being
alone with a Vampyre. A few minutes after he left, Dumbledore entered. He sat at his desk and simply looked at Hermione's
prone form. What had just occurred was very serious, but he had to stick by his words. A Vampyre had every right to go to
school, just like a regular witch did. Just as he was raising his wand to revive her, her eyes opened and her hues were once
again cinnamon. When they focused on Dumbledore, a sheen of fear crossed her gentle eyes.
"Professor, is Hagrid all right? I didn't mean to hurt him! I was just so hungry! He scared away my prey and I was in blood lust
and I didn't know it was him!"
Dumbledore looked at her barely trembling form before him and shook his head slowly.
"I should have told you that you would have hungered again. It really was not your fault. Hagrid was simply doing his job. He
thought you were a Black Tree Elf."
The fear slid off of Mynee's face, disbelief flooding across it. One hand cradled the side of her face as she shook her head.
"A Black Tree Elf? Merlin...How could he mistake me for one of those?" She snorted darkly. "I'm so bloody pasty...I've seen them,
I look nothing like them. Even from a distance, they're only three feet tall on average! I'm five feet and seven inches! How can I
be mistake for one?" Her voice was high pitched and is what clear to Dumbledore that Mynee had lapsed into hysterics. That
was perfectly understandable considering she had almost killed a man who had been close to her for nearly seven years.
Dumbledore leant over his desk and hit her atop her head with his wand. The sharp and sudden pain brought her out of her bout
of hysterics and she just stared at him.
"I do not know why he thought you were one of them, but he did. He was trying to protect the unicorns."
Mynee stared at Dumbledore for several long moments then just shook her head slowly, her other hand cradling the other part of
her face. When she spoke, it was in such a soft undertone that the elderly wizard had to crane his head to catch her voice.
"This is just so bloody perfect...Like my life couldn't be any worse, this has to go and happen. Fan-bloody-tastic..."
Dumbledore's brow furrowed and he tried to touch one of her hands. When his fingertips grazed her knuckles she pressed
herself into the back of the armchair, physical contact positively revolting her.
"My dear, if there is anything you wish to talk about, you know I will listen."
"I know Professor, I just need to work out my problems on my own. I don't want to drag anyone else down with me. My troubles
are my own; no one else's to deal with." She whispered quietly.
Dumbledore sighed quietly. It was quite clear on his care worn face that he really wanted to help her, to wipe away all of her
fears and pains. But sadly, Mynee did not want any help and he had to obey her wishes.
"As you wish Ms Granger. Now that you are well enough to stay out of the Hospital Wing, I should tell you." Mynee immediately
thought he was going to tell her that she got Head Girl. The ends of her mouth curled up slightly and she lifted her eyes to his
face. "You got the Gryffindor position as Prefect."
"What?" Disbelief shone brightly on her face as the words were processed in her mind. Prefect? She had been a Prefect in Fifth
Year. That was a Fifth Year privilege, not a Seventh Year.
"You are Gryffindor Prefect. I know it seems surprising, but the rest of the teachers and I decided that Fifth Years are still too
immature to handle the responsibility. So, we decided that one person from each house who be named Prefect along with Head
Boy and Girl. Prefects get their own rooms as well, just like the Heads."
"P-Professor, who are the Head Girl and Boy?"
"Harry Potter and Parvati Patil."
Mynee's eyes narrowed slightly and her hands dropped from her face, curling into angry fists. Harry and Parvati? Harry could
burn in hell for all she cared and Parvati was a stupid piece of belly button fluff with the IQ that rivaled a minimal sized pebble.
She ground her teeth and her cinnamon eyes sparkled with anger, through clenched teeth she spoke.
"Who are the other Prefects Professor?"
Dumbledore sensed and saw her anger and decided that he did not want her to explode.
"You'll find out on the train ride back up here in a weeks time."
"Train ride back up?" Her brows flew together, she decided to ignore the fact that Dumbledore was not going to tell who her
dorm mates were. "I don't understand Professor."
"You will be transported down to the train station in London so you can ride the train with your friends."
"What if I'd rather stay here until the Beginning of Term feast? I'd much, much rather do that."
"Nonsense my dear, you'll have a marvelous time traveling with your friends. I'm sure you, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley will start
cooking up a new scheme. You'll have so much free time now that Harry killed Voldemort!"
All of what he said was total nonsense to Mynee, and the final sentence was the last straw. She had bloody well killed
Voldemort while Harry lay dying in a corner. If she had not been there, Harry would have died and Voldemort would be
rampaging around the world still. An angry glare entered her eyes and she shoved out of the chair. She did not excuse herself
from his presence and just marched right on out. No one, not even bloody Dumbledore, knew she had saved the wizarding
world and no one even cared...
Mynee ran out of the office and promptly ran into McGonagall. The elderly witch looked down her nose at her, one dark
brow rising.
"Miss Granger, care to tell me why you are running out of the Headmaster's office?"
"N-No Professor...I-I-I was going to go to my new dormitory. Professor Dumbledore told me my things were in there, but forgot to
tell me where it was." She lied quietly, her eyes down cast.
McGonagall fell for it pitifully, not expecting that her best student would be lying to her.
"Well then, that's perfectly understandable. Come along, I'll show you to the new Prefect's room."
The older woman turned on her heel and walked briskly away in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. The two passed right on
by the Fat Lady until they got to a picture of an oak tree and a small fairy sleeping at the tree's trunk.
"Here were are, this is the portrait. Oiocalen, my dear, please wake up!"
The small feminine figure lifted her head groggily and stared at Minerva.
"Yeah? Wazup?"
"Lindorn Olwa"
The portrait obediently opened and Minerva motioned Mynee to enter. "I won't go in, feel free to look around. You've missed
dinner. If you get hungry for any," She sniffed slightly. "Solid food, the kitchen is on the main floor behind the portrait of a bowl
of fruit. Tickle the largest pear until it turns into a door handle. Sleep well Ms Granger." With that, McGonagall turned and strode
away in an almost Snape-like way. Mynee sighed quietly and pushed herself up into the small circular hole in the wall. She
landed on a plush, dark purple carpet that covered the entire floor of the room. This was the Prefect's common room. In front of
the raging, five foot high fire in the massive fire place was several lush black couches and armchairs. Pressed against one of the
far walls were three or four rich dark red wooden tables, ideal for doing homework upon. There were two doors against another
wall, a golden plaque on each. One said Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, the other Gryffindor and Slytherin. Mynee sorted and
entered the door bearing her house name. It figured that the teachers would try one last time to get at least on Gryffindor and
Slytherin to be on friendly terms with one another. That would never happen. She went up the narrow staircase and entered the
door with her name engraved upon. Strangely, the other had no name on it.
'Damn it...' She thought darkly. 'That bloody man really doesn't want me to know who the Slytherin Prefect. With my horrid luck,
it's probably Malfoy, Goddess forbid..."
Just incase, she knocked on the wood of her door then shut it quietly behind her. She did not want to jinx herself like she
always did. A please sigh escaped her as she surveyed her room. Pressed against the far wall were bloody crimson hangings,
bedspread, and sheets adorned her bed, offset by gorgeous golden pillows. On the same wall was the door, presumably to the
bathroom. The floor was the same plush carpet, but this time in a deeper, richer plum color. Beside the massive window,
complete with cushioned seat, there was a mirrored vanity with her relatively small bag of cosmetics set upon it. Against the
wall where the doorway she was leaning in was an enormous armoire. She clapped her hands in momentary delight and walked
over to her trunk. Mynee kneeled before it and pushed the lid open. Surprisingly, all of her clothing was already out and all of
her books in the bookshelf. She had rather wished to do this herself, but at the same time was glad it had been done from her.
She then remembered the small metal article she had packed that she did not want anyone else to see. She hopped up to her
feet and ran to the bathroom. In the large bag filled with all the things a girl needs in the bathroom she extracted a something
wrapped up in brown paper that was only about two inches by four inches and hid it in the cupboard under the sink. She
quickly set the rest of her things out in one of the two showers, marking it as her own. Mynee sighed quietly and the effort of the
night suddenly came over. How she wished she could just go collapse in her bed, but the thin, once white, nightgown she was
wearing was stained with her own black blood and Hagrid's crimson. It was close to stiff with all the dried fluid on it and the
still damp parts stuck to her flesh. She looked at herself in the mirror and quickly looked away, frightened by her own blood
spattered reflection. She pulled the ruined cloth over her head and dropped it on the floor. She entered the shower and turned
the nozzle so frigid water rained down over her. The water warmed quickly and she attacked her bloody body with handfuls of
soap.
Some time later, Mynee crawled into her bed dressed in nothing but a thin dark green tank top and a pair black football
shorts. She pulled back the blood crimson comforter and slid into her bed. A warm cocoon enveloped her and her last thought
before she drifted off to sleep was how bloody screwed her life was...
At the other end of the school, all the teachers with the exception of Hagrid, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape,
were crowded in the Hospital Wing, in the abandoned part it. Poppy was preaching to the mass about the evilness of Vampyres
and how Hermione Granger would murder them all along with the students when she was blinded by her blood lust. Sadly, the
teachers in their fear of the unknown were drawn in by her blatant lie. Slowly, their hearts were corrupted by fear and they all
started to turn away from a girl who needed their help, and anyone else who would give it.
.
.
.
.
.
Hey everyone! I told you I'd get another chapter out by the end of the week! The only point to this chapter is to show how
frightened the teachers are of Mynee and what she is. So, please review and tell me what you think and ask me any questions
you have!
Translations
Oiocalen-evergreen
Lindorn Olwa-oak branch/wand
.
Your Lord and Master, . Foamy the Squirrel