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Temptation on the Train, Chapter Five
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Just as Night relinquished her feverish embrace on the world and Day took the earth into his palm, the first rays of sweet
light caressing the world in golden hues, a dark figure appeared in Mynee's bedroom. The shadowy form looked at her sleeping
face, fingertips brushing unruly auburn hair away from her face. It looked around the room, making doglike sniffing noises. It
walked over to her vanity and unscrewed the lid to her single bottle of perfume. When it got a whiff, a choked sneezing noise
came from it and it dropped the bottle back onto the wood. Luckily for it, she was a very heavy sleeper and could regularly sleep
through a rampaging hippogriff stampede, even if it occurred right by her bed, so she barely stirred. It moved then through the
still deep darkness of her room, walking as if it could see perfectly in the dark gloom hanging menacingly in the air like a cobra,
waiting for the opportune time to strike. It opened up her inlayed armoire and ran its fingers over the school robes that had been
transported from the wreck of her home. After a few moments of invading her privacy, if grew weary of snooping and crept back
to her bedside, the shape's head lowered down so it was close to hers, a heavily masked, yet soothing, voice came from the
gloom surrounding the figure.
"Le morceau dégoûtant de foutaise*...You should not have been changed. Jacob broke the rules of the game. You will be
punished severely
before you can carry out...Enough with words you cannot even hear." The voice sounded decidedly masculine towards the end of
the short tirade, as if he was loosing his hold on his disguise.
Both of his slender, nearly translucent hands drew out of the murky folds of his cloak. They reached out for the pale flesh of her
neck and just has his finger tips touched her skin, Mynee's eyes flew open. Some strange, new inner sense had alerted her that
there was someone, no, something was in her room. The dark figure immediately drew away from her, as if he could no longer
murder her while she was awake.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" Her voice was shrill as she groped on her bedside table for her wand.
Avez-vous peur le Vampire? Vous devez être, vous ne serez pas sûr aussi longtemps que je marche sur cette terre. Je reviendrai
pour vous, faites ne vous oubliez pas cela* ..." He had reverted back to his native French tongue, not knowing or caring that she
would not understand him.
He abruptly stopped speaking when she sat up, raising her wand at him, the slightly quivering tip pointing right at his unbeating
heart.
"I do not know what you just said, but it matters little. I do not care how you got into my room, but you best leave now before I
curse you to the farthest reaches of Hell."
The man's brow furrowed in the pitch darkness and before he disappeared, he hissed angrily at her. "Vous osez parlez au
dirigeant futur de Vampires comme cette chienne? *!" With that, he concentrated on his domain and disappeared.
Mynee's eyes bulged and she quickly summoned and lit several candles with a flick of her wand. Someone had just apparated
then disapperated in Hogwarts. Could the wards be down? What if Volde...She took a deep breath and dropped her wand onto
the bloodlike sheets she was sitting on. Voldemort was dead, so why would not Dumbledore take the wards down? But it that
man really had just disapperated, why had not there not been the customary 'popping' noise of displaced air? She ran her fingers
nervously through her snarled hair in an attempt to make some sense of it. She was quite sure the man had spoken French, his
thick accent made that quite clear, but why in the name of all things bleeding and bloody would a Frenchman want with an
English Vampyre? She was nothing special, just a creature forgotten by the one who turned her the moment her mortal life was
ripped out of her clutches. Mynee took in a breath of air her lungs really did not need, and let it out in a quiet sigh. She needed
to get the library. She was sure there would be several dusty old tomes that could give her more insight into her kind. She knew
the basic facts about her race, but none of their history. No book she had come across could tell her really anything about
Vampyres, only the general things she knew by heart. She gingerly picked her wand off the bed clothes and set it back on her
bedside table. She would do herself no good racking her brains for any other information about Vampyres. She would go to the
library tomorrow, hopefully. What she did not remember was that that day was the last of the summer and she would be
transported back to King's Cross Station and ten thirty the next morning. She rested her head back on her golden pillow and
pulled her thick comforter up around her shoulders. Within moments she was asleep again, her sleepy subconscious shoving
away all thoughts of dark Frenchman and Vampyres.
Mynee was woken sharply the next morning by a shrill voice shrieking madly in her ear. She attempted to kick the person
away, but the person only hopped over her curled up figure and started yelling at her face.
"Miss Hermione must get up! Professor Dumbledore will be very angry with Dobby if he doesn't get Miss Hermione up!"
It took several minutes of being screeched at by a nervous house elf until she rolled out of her bed and hit the plush carpet. She
immediately felt a bruise form and then, like someone had applied a cool compress, the soft aching faded away as if it had never
been there. She slowly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees before a small body hit her back. She cried out softly as she
toppled over and promptly glared at the small creature in a painfully colorful assortment of clothing.
"Dobby, I'm up! Please, I'll be in the Entrance Hall in fifteen minutes! You don't have to hover around..."
The elf seemed to think she was angry and squeaked in fear. "Yes Miss Granger! Dobby will go back down to the kitchens now!"
He snapped two long green fingers and disappeared in a small puff of purple smoke. She groaned quietly and pushed herself
onto her feet. Ten minutes later she was dressed in a tight black tank top with a silver skull-and-crossbones emblazoned across
her breasts. A thick black choker with an cross wrong side up hugged her neck tightly, hiding the two silvery puncture mark scars
on her neck. Resting on her hips was an equally place skirt with zippers running up it and vivid green tartan beneath the
unzipped zippers. Thigh high black and white nylon stockings disappeared into a pair of battered high tops, completing her
'look' nicely. She ran a hand through her surprisingly tame hair and threw one more look around her room. On her way out, she
snatched her I-Pod off her vanity and headed out. All the things she had read in Hogwarts, A History about muggle things not
working, were completely shit. Muggle stuff worked perfectly well, it was just a lie to keep people from bringing portable TVs and
such to school and then to classes. She slipped her little white CD player into her large satchel, black with a pentacle on the front
in white, along with her wand. Mynee walked slowly down to the Entrance Hall and hid her pleased look from the badly hidden
horror of the teachers at her choice of clothing. She smiled sweetly up to Dumbledore, her slightly red eyes sparkling. It was clear
to elderly wizard that she had yet to feed that day and he prayed silently to any deity that she would not kill any students. He
returned the smile and rested a hand lightly on her shoulder, not sure if she'd jerk away like she had the night before.
"Are you ready Miss Granger?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes Professor." She murmured quietly.
He led her out of the school and off the grounds until they were standing right outside the gates. Dumbledore smiled brightly to
her and took her hand. He did not say a thing and he simply disapperated. Mynee felt the slightly sickening feeling of her feet
leaving the ground then rather firmly being put back down. When her vision cleared, she saw the blessedly familiar scarlet of the
Hogwarts Express. She turned her head to thank Dumbledore for apparating her, but found he had already disappeared. She
snorted softly and adjusted her satchel. She looked around at the people already on the platform, then up at the clock. Ten to
eleven, she was twenty minutes late. A soft, humorless laugh burbled from between her lips and she quickly quieted down. A few
summers ago, being twenty minutes late would have thrown off all of her 'plans'. Neville Longbottom waved a little at her and
she smiled in return. He had grown up quickly when his grandmother had been killed the previous year, he was no longer the
fumbling boy in Potions, but a strong and matured man who had, on several occasions, glared right back at Snape and uttered
some scathing remark. Usually the Potions Master was too stunned to say anything, which suited the Gryffindors fine. Mynee
started walking towards the nearest entrance to the train, but was bumped out of the way by two boys.
"Hey, watch it!" She said.
She knew perfectly well who the two boys were, but refused to acknowledge them by their names unless they did so first. Harry
wheeled around, his once gorgeous green eyes cloudy. A sneer passed over his lips and he elbowed Ron in the ribs.
"Oh look Ron, it is Bunny."
Ron turned and his blue eyes raked her form in the tight shirt and relatively short skirt. A rather Slytherin like smirk settled on his
face as he spoke.
"Hello Bunny."
She shuddered on the inside, but on the outside she looked perfectly calm. She smiled sweetly to him, her red tinged eyes
flashing dangerously.
"Hello boys, have a good summer?"
She did not know why she even bothered with a conversation. One of them or both would say something extremely hurtful and
then walk off, leaving her standing by herself. She told herself it was just because she could insult them, but deep down inside of
her there was a nasty little voice whispering that she did not want to be alone anymore, even if it meant she would be made fun
of, as long as she had some physical contact.
"Yeah we did. Harry and I went to Rome. We had loads of fun. Though I suspect you didn't have much fun, huh? Considering
you're a murderess and all."
Surprise flashed through her eyes, "Pardon? Murderess?" Confusion then settled in.
"Well you did kill your family then disappeared for a few days, probably to hide the evidence." Ron leaned his head close to
hers. "Dad's gonna fry your arse and you're gonna rot away in Azkaban." He leaned back and acted like he'd never said that.
"Always thought you were a bit wacky Bunny. So, did your Uncle finally pop your..."
Mynee's eyes had narrowed at the Azkaban comment. When he was about to ask her if she had been raped by her Uncle yet, that
was the final straw. She pulled her arm back and let her balled up fist fly at Ron. Her knuckles collided with his nose with a
sickening thud and a spray of blood went across her shirt. The moment his blood was exposed to the air, Mynee's nostril's flared
and the blood lust came over her, willing her to feed of the ones who had been causing her torment. Harry and Ron's eyes
widened at the look of intense hunger that crossed her face and when her hues rapidly changed to a pure crimson and she half
opened her mouth, then rapidly shut it. The color change was gone before either of them could properly register it, her eyes once
again a simple red tinted cinnamon. There was a scowl on her face as she glared at the two of them.
"Stay the hell away from me Potter, Weasley. I don't ever want to see or talk to either of you again." She started to turn so she
could go to another entrance, then turned. "Oh yeah, Potter?"
"What Bunny?" His voice was filled with barely controlled hatred.
"I killed Voldemort." Her words were soft, barely audible. But both boys heard her and Harry tried to jump her. Ron luckily
grabbed the back of his shirt and held him place. Harry seemed to be almost foaming at the mouth with anger.
"No you didn't! I did! I'm the bloody Boy Who Lived! You're just a repug...repat...re...stupid person!"
"Repugnant? I am astounded by your way with words!" She said sarcastically. She shook her head at his stupidity and then
walked onto the train, leaving the boys alone.
When Mynee got to an empty compartment she slid in and shut the door behind her. Those two got on her nerves so badly!
'I wonder if anyone would notice if Harry just so happened to fall out of Gryffindor Tower...Or conveniently tripped and fell down
the stairs. That'd be blood brilliant...' She thought as she took her I-Pod out of her bag and put the two white earpieces into her
ears. The moment the loud base kicked in and her favorite group started singing, she let out a breath she did not know she had
taken. It hurt her lungs to breathe, but she was quite surprised to find out that her heart was still beating. She had always thought
that 'pyres', like Vamps, hearts stopped beating when the changed. That obviously was not the case considering her heart was
beating loudly in her ears. Mynee drummed her fingers slowly on the seat beside her as she bit her bottom lip. She was really
hungry and could go for some blood. It would be painfully easy to creep into one of the compartments and feed off of its
contents. But then, alas, there would be some dead students and the teachers would know immediately who the perpetrator was.
She was so lost in thought, that she did not notice the door to her compartment sliding open and a golden haired boy slipping in
and sitting on the padded bench in front of her. It was not until she opened her eyes that she saw him. For a moment surprise had
control of her eyes until anger and annoyance dominated her hues. She stopped her music and glared.
"What the hell are you doing in here Malfoy?"
"I saw you punch Weasley, he break up with you or something?" His voice was nasty as he tried to get a rise out of her.
"Break up with me? Is your head so full of fluff that you did not hear or see what happened at the end of last year?"
He did not say anything and looked at her with steely eyes, waiting for her to go on. She snorted darkly at him.
"If you don't know, I won't tell you. You'll find out soon enough."
Just as she was about to play her music, when the cross on her neck started vibrating furiously against her throat, Mynee sighed
quietly and put her I-Pod back into her back.
"G'bye Malfoy, I get the joy of going to the Heads/Prefect's part of the train. Toodles." She was leaving the compartment when he
grabbed her wrist. She turned her head to glare at him, but stopped at the smirk on his lips.
"We can go together then Mudblood, I just so happen to be the Prefect for Slytherin. Isn't that nice?"
It all suddenly made perfect sense. Dumbledore had not told her who the Slytherin prefect was because he knew she would have
had a nervy spaz and go on a killing spree. She had to spend the entire school year sleeping next to him, the Ferret who had
made all her time at Hogwarts a living hell with his constant insults. She ground her molars for a moment, and then wrenched her
arm out of his grasp.
"First of all Malfoy, you can call me Granger, not Mudblood. And secondly, no, it's not nice that you're the Slytherin prefect. I'll
just have to poison you while you sleep. It'll be wonderfully easy considering we get to share a bathroom." She smiled sweetly to
him, her coppery eyes flashing nastily. She snorted at the look of horror on his face then shut the compartment door in his face.
Life was a bitch.
Mynee sat down in the corner of the large Head/Prefect's compartment, her eyes glued to the window. For the moment, the
area around her was devoid of any other presence and she wished it would stay that way. Her mind began to grasp on the misty
tendrils of the night before the glass door slid open. She tore herself away from the foggy outlines of her memory and let her
reddish hues rest on Harry, Parvati, and the other three Prefects. She snorted softly and looked back out the window, watching the
lush green countryside fly by. For a few minutes the others were talking, until Parvati attempted to draw Mynee into the
conversation.
"So Hermione, did you have a nice holiday?"
Mynee turned her head slightly and glared forcefully into the dark brown eyes of the Headgirl.
"Well Parvati, if you consider being forced to go into a cabin up in some remote mountain range for the entire summer, locking
yourself in your room lost in thought, while someone murders your parents and uncle then unlocked your door and attempted to
kill you as well nice, then I suppose I had an absolutely lovely summer."
Everyone in the compartment, with the exception of Harry, contracted looks of utmost horror flooding across their faces. Parvati
leant forward and touched Mynee's pale arm with her heavily tanned hand.
"I am so sorry Hermione! If you need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you."
Mynee's eyebrow crept up slowly until it almost reached her hairline. She just smiled slightly to her, it not reaching her eyes, and
then looked back out the window. Parvati drew her hand away from Mynee and began to talk furiously with the Hannah Abbot
and Padma, her twin. Mynee caught her name a couple times and she mentally rolled her eyes. After a few minutes the girls
started giggling madly, normally after saying her name. Soon it became too much and she whipped her reddish eyes away from
the window and glared furiously at them.
"You know it's very rude to talk about people, especially when they are within hearing range." The three girls just smirked, badly,
and Mynee got up from the cushioned bench. She was fighting the temptation of draining the three girls dry. She noticed briefly
that Malfoy was not in the compartment. "I'm not staying here anymore." She kicked several people's legs out of the way and just
as she was leaving, she turned her head and smirked properly at them. "Girls, don't try thinking about smirking correctly, you'll
hurt yourselves." Her smirk melted into a sweet smile then she left, slamming the glass door behind her.
'Merlin, that's three more people on my hit list...' Mynee thought darkly as she headed back to her own compartment. 'Malfoy
better be gone, or he'll have a hungry and irate Vampyre on his hands...' She snorted in her mind then opened the door
cautiously. Luckily for Malfoy, he was not there. She walked in and sat down, barely contained anger flickering on her face. She
curled up by the window and pulled her I-Pod out of her back and started listening to her music, almost wishing she could have
died along with her family only three days before.
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Hey everyone, yet another chapter out! I really don't have anything to say at the moment, so I'll leave you with just two words, Please Review!
Translations (In order of appearance above. These are rough translations, sorry if parts of them are incorrect!)
Disgusting piece of crap
Are you afraid Vampire? You should be, you will not be safe as long as I walk on this earth. I will come back for you, do not you forget that.
You dare speak to the future ruler of Vampires like that bitch?
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Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel
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Super Hiper Chit: Maybe I'll do that.
IceCristal: Your right! He actually makes his first appearance in this chapter! Mynee does sound pretty damn cool.
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Morgain Lestrange: I'll be leaving hints about the Legend, but you won't really find out until later on, I have it all planed out!
AmericanDemon: I love you too and the chapters will, hopefully, be expelled from the creative part of my brain faster. *grins evilly* that squirrel is haunting your footsteps...It will eat you in a matter of days.
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews!
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Temptation on the Train, Chapter Five
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Just as Night relinquished her feverish embrace on the world and Day took the earth into his palm, the first rays of sweet
light caressing the world in golden hues, a dark figure appeared in Mynee's bedroom. The shadowy form looked at her sleeping
face, fingertips brushing unruly auburn hair away from her face. It looked around the room, making doglike sniffing noises. It
walked over to her vanity and unscrewed the lid to her single bottle of perfume. When it got a whiff, a choked sneezing noise
came from it and it dropped the bottle back onto the wood. Luckily for it, she was a very heavy sleeper and could regularly sleep
through a rampaging hippogriff stampede, even if it occurred right by her bed, so she barely stirred. It moved then through the
still deep darkness of her room, walking as if it could see perfectly in the dark gloom hanging menacingly in the air like a cobra,
waiting for the opportune time to strike. It opened up her inlayed armoire and ran its fingers over the school robes that had been
transported from the wreck of her home. After a few moments of invading her privacy, if grew weary of snooping and crept back
to her bedside, the shape's head lowered down so it was close to hers, a heavily masked, yet soothing, voice came from the
gloom surrounding the figure.
"Le morceau dégoûtant de foutaise*...You should not have been changed. Jacob broke the rules of the game. You will be
punished severely
before you can carry out...Enough with words you cannot even hear." The voice sounded decidedly masculine towards the end of
the short tirade, as if he was loosing his hold on his disguise.
Both of his slender, nearly translucent hands drew out of the murky folds of his cloak. They reached out for the pale flesh of her
neck and just has his finger tips touched her skin, Mynee's eyes flew open. Some strange, new inner sense had alerted her that
there was someone, no, something was in her room. The dark figure immediately drew away from her, as if he could no longer
murder her while she was awake.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" Her voice was shrill as she groped on her bedside table for her wand.
Avez-vous peur le Vampire? Vous devez être, vous ne serez pas sûr aussi longtemps que je marche sur cette terre. Je reviendrai
pour vous, faites ne vous oubliez pas cela* ..." He had reverted back to his native French tongue, not knowing or caring that she
would not understand him.
He abruptly stopped speaking when she sat up, raising her wand at him, the slightly quivering tip pointing right at his unbeating
heart.
"I do not know what you just said, but it matters little. I do not care how you got into my room, but you best leave now before I
curse you to the farthest reaches of Hell."
The man's brow furrowed in the pitch darkness and before he disappeared, he hissed angrily at her. "Vous osez parlez au
dirigeant futur de Vampires comme cette chienne? *!" With that, he concentrated on his domain and disappeared.
Mynee's eyes bulged and she quickly summoned and lit several candles with a flick of her wand. Someone had just apparated
then disapperated in Hogwarts. Could the wards be down? What if Volde...She took a deep breath and dropped her wand onto
the bloodlike sheets she was sitting on. Voldemort was dead, so why would not Dumbledore take the wards down? But it that
man really had just disapperated, why had not there not been the customary 'popping' noise of displaced air? She ran her fingers
nervously through her snarled hair in an attempt to make some sense of it. She was quite sure the man had spoken French, his
thick accent made that quite clear, but why in the name of all things bleeding and bloody would a Frenchman want with an
English Vampyre? She was nothing special, just a creature forgotten by the one who turned her the moment her mortal life was
ripped out of her clutches. Mynee took in a breath of air her lungs really did not need, and let it out in a quiet sigh. She needed
to get the library. She was sure there would be several dusty old tomes that could give her more insight into her kind. She knew
the basic facts about her race, but none of their history. No book she had come across could tell her really anything about
Vampyres, only the general things she knew by heart. She gingerly picked her wand off the bed clothes and set it back on her
bedside table. She would do herself no good racking her brains for any other information about Vampyres. She would go to the
library tomorrow, hopefully. What she did not remember was that that day was the last of the summer and she would be
transported back to King's Cross Station and ten thirty the next morning. She rested her head back on her golden pillow and
pulled her thick comforter up around her shoulders. Within moments she was asleep again, her sleepy subconscious shoving
away all thoughts of dark Frenchman and Vampyres.
Mynee was woken sharply the next morning by a shrill voice shrieking madly in her ear. She attempted to kick the person
away, but the person only hopped over her curled up figure and started yelling at her face.
"Miss Hermione must get up! Professor Dumbledore will be very angry with Dobby if he doesn't get Miss Hermione up!"
It took several minutes of being screeched at by a nervous house elf until she rolled out of her bed and hit the plush carpet. She
immediately felt a bruise form and then, like someone had applied a cool compress, the soft aching faded away as if it had never
been there. She slowly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees before a small body hit her back. She cried out softly as she
toppled over and promptly glared at the small creature in a painfully colorful assortment of clothing.
"Dobby, I'm up! Please, I'll be in the Entrance Hall in fifteen minutes! You don't have to hover around..."
The elf seemed to think she was angry and squeaked in fear. "Yes Miss Granger! Dobby will go back down to the kitchens now!"
He snapped two long green fingers and disappeared in a small puff of purple smoke. She groaned quietly and pushed herself
onto her feet. Ten minutes later she was dressed in a tight black tank top with a silver skull-and-crossbones emblazoned across
her breasts. A thick black choker with an cross wrong side up hugged her neck tightly, hiding the two silvery puncture mark scars
on her neck. Resting on her hips was an equally place skirt with zippers running up it and vivid green tartan beneath the
unzipped zippers. Thigh high black and white nylon stockings disappeared into a pair of battered high tops, completing her
'look' nicely. She ran a hand through her surprisingly tame hair and threw one more look around her room. On her way out, she
snatched her I-Pod off her vanity and headed out. All the things she had read in Hogwarts, A History about muggle things not
working, were completely shit. Muggle stuff worked perfectly well, it was just a lie to keep people from bringing portable TVs and
such to school and then to classes. She slipped her little white CD player into her large satchel, black with a pentacle on the front
in white, along with her wand. Mynee walked slowly down to the Entrance Hall and hid her pleased look from the badly hidden
horror of the teachers at her choice of clothing. She smiled sweetly up to Dumbledore, her slightly red eyes sparkling. It was clear
to elderly wizard that she had yet to feed that day and he prayed silently to any deity that she would not kill any students. He
returned the smile and rested a hand lightly on her shoulder, not sure if she'd jerk away like she had the night before.
"Are you ready Miss Granger?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes Professor." She murmured quietly.
He led her out of the school and off the grounds until they were standing right outside the gates. Dumbledore smiled brightly to
her and took her hand. He did not say a thing and he simply disapperated. Mynee felt the slightly sickening feeling of her feet
leaving the ground then rather firmly being put back down. When her vision cleared, she saw the blessedly familiar scarlet of the
Hogwarts Express. She turned her head to thank Dumbledore for apparating her, but found he had already disappeared. She
snorted softly and adjusted her satchel. She looked around at the people already on the platform, then up at the clock. Ten to
eleven, she was twenty minutes late. A soft, humorless laugh burbled from between her lips and she quickly quieted down. A few
summers ago, being twenty minutes late would have thrown off all of her 'plans'. Neville Longbottom waved a little at her and
she smiled in return. He had grown up quickly when his grandmother had been killed the previous year, he was no longer the
fumbling boy in Potions, but a strong and matured man who had, on several occasions, glared right back at Snape and uttered
some scathing remark. Usually the Potions Master was too stunned to say anything, which suited the Gryffindors fine. Mynee
started walking towards the nearest entrance to the train, but was bumped out of the way by two boys.
"Hey, watch it!" She said.
She knew perfectly well who the two boys were, but refused to acknowledge them by their names unless they did so first. Harry
wheeled around, his once gorgeous green eyes cloudy. A sneer passed over his lips and he elbowed Ron in the ribs.
"Oh look Ron, it is Bunny."
Ron turned and his blue eyes raked her form in the tight shirt and relatively short skirt. A rather Slytherin like smirk settled on his
face as he spoke.
"Hello Bunny."
She shuddered on the inside, but on the outside she looked perfectly calm. She smiled sweetly to him, her red tinged eyes
flashing dangerously.
"Hello boys, have a good summer?"
She did not know why she even bothered with a conversation. One of them or both would say something extremely hurtful and
then walk off, leaving her standing by herself. She told herself it was just because she could insult them, but deep down inside of
her there was a nasty little voice whispering that she did not want to be alone anymore, even if it meant she would be made fun
of, as long as she had some physical contact.
"Yeah we did. Harry and I went to Rome. We had loads of fun. Though I suspect you didn't have much fun, huh? Considering
you're a murderess and all."
Surprise flashed through her eyes, "Pardon? Murderess?" Confusion then settled in.
"Well you did kill your family then disappeared for a few days, probably to hide the evidence." Ron leaned his head close to
hers. "Dad's gonna fry your arse and you're gonna rot away in Azkaban." He leaned back and acted like he'd never said that.
"Always thought you were a bit wacky Bunny. So, did your Uncle finally pop your..."
Mynee's eyes had narrowed at the Azkaban comment. When he was about to ask her if she had been raped by her Uncle yet, that
was the final straw. She pulled her arm back and let her balled up fist fly at Ron. Her knuckles collided with his nose with a
sickening thud and a spray of blood went across her shirt. The moment his blood was exposed to the air, Mynee's nostril's flared
and the blood lust came over her, willing her to feed of the ones who had been causing her torment. Harry and Ron's eyes
widened at the look of intense hunger that crossed her face and when her hues rapidly changed to a pure crimson and she half
opened her mouth, then rapidly shut it. The color change was gone before either of them could properly register it, her eyes once
again a simple red tinted cinnamon. There was a scowl on her face as she glared at the two of them.
"Stay the hell away from me Potter, Weasley. I don't ever want to see or talk to either of you again." She started to turn so she
could go to another entrance, then turned. "Oh yeah, Potter?"
"What Bunny?" His voice was filled with barely controlled hatred.
"I killed Voldemort." Her words were soft, barely audible. But both boys heard her and Harry tried to jump her. Ron luckily
grabbed the back of his shirt and held him place. Harry seemed to be almost foaming at the mouth with anger.
"No you didn't! I did! I'm the bloody Boy Who Lived! You're just a repug...repat...re...stupid person!"
"Repugnant? I am astounded by your way with words!" She said sarcastically. She shook her head at his stupidity and then
walked onto the train, leaving the boys alone.
When Mynee got to an empty compartment she slid in and shut the door behind her. Those two got on her nerves so badly!
'I wonder if anyone would notice if Harry just so happened to fall out of Gryffindor Tower...Or conveniently tripped and fell down
the stairs. That'd be blood brilliant...' She thought as she took her I-Pod out of her bag and put the two white earpieces into her
ears. The moment the loud base kicked in and her favorite group started singing, she let out a breath she did not know she had
taken. It hurt her lungs to breathe, but she was quite surprised to find out that her heart was still beating. She had always thought
that 'pyres', like Vamps, hearts stopped beating when the changed. That obviously was not the case considering her heart was
beating loudly in her ears. Mynee drummed her fingers slowly on the seat beside her as she bit her bottom lip. She was really
hungry and could go for some blood. It would be painfully easy to creep into one of the compartments and feed off of its
contents. But then, alas, there would be some dead students and the teachers would know immediately who the perpetrator was.
She was so lost in thought, that she did not notice the door to her compartment sliding open and a golden haired boy slipping in
and sitting on the padded bench in front of her. It was not until she opened her eyes that she saw him. For a moment surprise had
control of her eyes until anger and annoyance dominated her hues. She stopped her music and glared.
"What the hell are you doing in here Malfoy?"
"I saw you punch Weasley, he break up with you or something?" His voice was nasty as he tried to get a rise out of her.
"Break up with me? Is your head so full of fluff that you did not hear or see what happened at the end of last year?"
He did not say anything and looked at her with steely eyes, waiting for her to go on. She snorted darkly at him.
"If you don't know, I won't tell you. You'll find out soon enough."
Just as she was about to play her music, when the cross on her neck started vibrating furiously against her throat, Mynee sighed
quietly and put her I-Pod back into her back.
"G'bye Malfoy, I get the joy of going to the Heads/Prefect's part of the train. Toodles." She was leaving the compartment when he
grabbed her wrist. She turned her head to glare at him, but stopped at the smirk on his lips.
"We can go together then Mudblood, I just so happen to be the Prefect for Slytherin. Isn't that nice?"
It all suddenly made perfect sense. Dumbledore had not told her who the Slytherin prefect was because he knew she would have
had a nervy spaz and go on a killing spree. She had to spend the entire school year sleeping next to him, the Ferret who had
made all her time at Hogwarts a living hell with his constant insults. She ground her molars for a moment, and then wrenched her
arm out of his grasp.
"First of all Malfoy, you can call me Granger, not Mudblood. And secondly, no, it's not nice that you're the Slytherin prefect. I'll
just have to poison you while you sleep. It'll be wonderfully easy considering we get to share a bathroom." She smiled sweetly to
him, her coppery eyes flashing nastily. She snorted at the look of horror on his face then shut the compartment door in his face.
Life was a bitch.
Mynee sat down in the corner of the large Head/Prefect's compartment, her eyes glued to the window. For the moment, the
area around her was devoid of any other presence and she wished it would stay that way. Her mind began to grasp on the misty
tendrils of the night before the glass door slid open. She tore herself away from the foggy outlines of her memory and let her
reddish hues rest on Harry, Parvati, and the other three Prefects. She snorted softly and looked back out the window, watching the
lush green countryside fly by. For a few minutes the others were talking, until Parvati attempted to draw Mynee into the
conversation.
"So Hermione, did you have a nice holiday?"
Mynee turned her head slightly and glared forcefully into the dark brown eyes of the Headgirl.
"Well Parvati, if you consider being forced to go into a cabin up in some remote mountain range for the entire summer, locking
yourself in your room lost in thought, while someone murders your parents and uncle then unlocked your door and attempted to
kill you as well nice, then I suppose I had an absolutely lovely summer."
Everyone in the compartment, with the exception of Harry, contracted looks of utmost horror flooding across their faces. Parvati
leant forward and touched Mynee's pale arm with her heavily tanned hand.
"I am so sorry Hermione! If you need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you."
Mynee's eyebrow crept up slowly until it almost reached her hairline. She just smiled slightly to her, it not reaching her eyes, and
then looked back out the window. Parvati drew her hand away from Mynee and began to talk furiously with the Hannah Abbot
and Padma, her twin. Mynee caught her name a couple times and she mentally rolled her eyes. After a few minutes the girls
started giggling madly, normally after saying her name. Soon it became too much and she whipped her reddish eyes away from
the window and glared furiously at them.
"You know it's very rude to talk about people, especially when they are within hearing range." The three girls just smirked, badly,
and Mynee got up from the cushioned bench. She was fighting the temptation of draining the three girls dry. She noticed briefly
that Malfoy was not in the compartment. "I'm not staying here anymore." She kicked several people's legs out of the way and just
as she was leaving, she turned her head and smirked properly at them. "Girls, don't try thinking about smirking correctly, you'll
hurt yourselves." Her smirk melted into a sweet smile then she left, slamming the glass door behind her.
'Merlin, that's three more people on my hit list...' Mynee thought darkly as she headed back to her own compartment. 'Malfoy
better be gone, or he'll have a hungry and irate Vampyre on his hands...' She snorted in her mind then opened the door
cautiously. Luckily for Malfoy, he was not there. She walked in and sat down, barely contained anger flickering on her face. She
curled up by the window and pulled her I-Pod out of her back and started listening to her music, almost wishing she could have
died along with her family only three days before.
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Hey everyone, yet another chapter out! I really don't have anything to say at the moment, so I'll leave you with just two words, Please Review!
Translations (In order of appearance above. These are rough translations, sorry if parts of them are incorrect!)
Disgusting piece of crap
Are you afraid Vampire? You should be, you will not be safe as long as I walk on this earth. I will come back for you, do not you forget that.
You dare speak to the future ruler of Vampires like that bitch?
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Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel