disclaimer You all know the rep, I don't own any of this except the plot
and some of the characeters...I don't actually own Nebel or Nall though, they
own themselves...They'll give me a headache if I say I own them...
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crappery Umm...This took a really long time to write, I was attacked with some of the worst writers block I have ever had. I kept rewriting the Quidditch scene over and over again...I'm still not very happy with it, but I hope you all are. We got to 200 reviews! I'm so proud of you! Thanks Satans Little Angel for being reviewer 200!!
zenni: I don't like Ginny, she bothers me. Yeah, Draco's supposed to be really possessive and a bit of a poo, but we all love him anyway.
dyth: Wow, your favourite out of 200? I feel extremely special. meeps yesh ma'am/sir/thing...
littoxkigga: I'll have to read your fluffy story. Thanks!
FunnyCatGirl: grins I wouldn't care if you used my ideas, as long as you said so in the disclaimer.
Crazedgurl1291: Poor Gin? All righty then...
Malfoy's Sprightly KnAvE: Your new name is err...nice? Also, for any of you who are wondering, Furion Montague and that other Montague in Slytherin are related, they're fraternal.
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: I will! Okay, Vampires are the creatures our legends are about. Ya know, the whole not being able to go out into the sunlight, stake threw the heart, aversion to garlic (said as garlick in meh story by the Vamps) and the Vampyres, which is what Mynee is, have all the strengths of a Vampire, with none of their weaknesses except for the thirst for blood which Vampyres need more of. Hope that helps!
elizabeth: Thank you so much!
YamiClara: grins thanks!
ROsE- ofHeL: Wow, thanks for doing that. The 'pyre blood in her along with being betrayed as changed the cannon Hermione into the Mynee we all love.
jungie: cackles Ginny needed to be killed off...Hers is just the first one of many...
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Evil stuff is so much fun, it's especially fun to write about it. So much easier to twist the plot line...
Jessi: Hehehe...She'll hit him with many, many things...
AmericanDemon: hugs Calm down pook, don't burst a blood vessel. There are more dudes after her then Snape now...hehee...I hope this Quidditch scene is all right.
Anna: Thank you, I will!
Pixie: Well, in Episode Seven or something, it was from Harry/Ron/Ginny's point of view. It showed why they, really Harry, hated her. He was blinded by jealously and it burnt away all of his friendship for her. Ron just went along, ditching his girlfriend for his best friend and Ginny was just a bitch. Blerg, scary saying...
Tigoamy: Aww...pets I'm sorry...Ginny isn't fun, she should always die...
LorSparrow: grins I'm glad I found someone who's like me! Thank you!
Satans Little Angel: Thanks for being reviewer 200! Yesh, it wouldn't do her any good to be accused of being a murderess now would it?
dyth: meeps
Thank you everyone for all the reviews! They make my world go round!
Guilt of a Dead Heart, Chapter Seventeen
Mynee muttered darkly to herself as she strode towards her dormitory. Who was Draco to think that he could just rule her life like that? She
was not owned by anyone and she never would. That made her angry, but what bothered her most was that she had murdered someone she had
once been quite friendly with. Virginia Weasley was dead, as in she would never walk the earth again. It was true the girl had been a whore,
sleeping with the majority of the boys in Fifth through Seventh year, but she had been her friend at one point a long time ago...Her body was dead,
she was not supposed to be feeling what she was. Her dead heart was feeling so guilty...
'Told you so.' Nall whispered, its voice taunting her.
'You should have listened to us...' Nebel murmured, its voice thrumming between her ears.
She closed her eyes and pressed the heels of her hands into her ears, as if the feeble gesture could ward away the sound of her split personalities.
She leaned up against one of the many cool, stone walls and slid down to the ground, her knees up to her chest. She rested her head on the top
of her knees, a feeble sigh escaping her. The familiar ache of hunger had settled itself in the pit of her stomach and was willing her to find
something, anything, to eat. She desperately wanted to confide in someone, who was not an old man, tell them what she was...She shook her
head quickly at the thought. Anybody she told would think she was a monster and all chances of a friend would slip through her fingers like sand.
Mynee was about to get up, when a soft, fuzzy head bumped into her thigh. Her fingers sought out the thick fur of her familiar, taking comfort in
his bulk.
"Hello Evi." She murmured quietly.
'Mistress, why have you not fed?'
"I just got out of the Hospital Wing. I was unconscious for two days."
'You should be searching for your dinner, not sitting here.'
"I know, but I don't want to murder anyone."
'I don't understand...You've killed several people to fill your belly.'
"Last time was different. I didn't kill someone I knew. She was my friend a long time ago."
'But she was not when you killed her?'
"No, she was not."
'Then why are you do you feel so guilty then?'
"Her brother and I were dating before..."
'Oh, you feel sorry for her brother, not for yourself or her?'
"I never really like Ginny, so no; I don't feel sorry about taking her life. But Ron, he loved her so much. He'll be heart broken."
'He will get over it.'
"Evi, that's really callous...She was his sister. They were related, I doubt he'll get over it."
'You got over your family's death.'
She let out a soft sigh. "That's different; I didn't really love them all that much. They never helped me with Uncle Michael...They didn't deserve to
be mourned." Her voice was soft, but was filled with immeasurable pain.
Evi nuzzled closer to her and she slid her legs down so they were stretched out in front of her. He rested his head in her lap and she absently
stroked his dark head.
'I am sorry for bringing up such pain.'
She smiled sadly and shook her head. "No luv, it's not your fault. I think about them from time to time and I get sad. But I guess that's normal..."
They sat there for a few moments, before her stomach let out an angry grow. He butted her hip with his nose then turned his head slightly
revealing the place where she fed off of him.
"Evi I can't..."
'You know you need to feed.'
"I know I do, but I feel like every time I do I turn into this horrible monster who's not fit to live."
'Regardless of how you feel, you do not need to die. But you do need to feed, so please feed Mistress...'
Mynee looked around in the gloomy hallway, and then lowered her head down so she could feed.
Draco left the Hospital Wing a few minutes after Hermione, hoping he could catch up with her so he could apologize. He walked quickly
down a deserted hallway, his ears perked for any sound. He jerked to a stop when he heard Hermione talking softly.
"Last time was different. I didn't kill someone I knew. She was my friend a long time ago."
His eyes widened and he hid in the shadows, inching forward so he could hear what she was saying better. Had she really murdered someone?
There was a pause, as if she was listening to someone speak then she replied.
"No, she was not."
His brow furrowed as he caught a glimpse of her sitting against a wall, a very large furry, black head in her lap. She was running her fingers
through the animal's curly fur, though that was not what got to him the most. It was the pair of massive bat like wings attached to its back that
really sparked his interest. The animal looked extremely familiar, like he had seen a picture of it in a book or something.
"I never really like Ginny, so no; I don't feel sorry about taking her life. But Ron, he loved her so much. He'll be heart broken."
Draco nearly lost control of his legs. Hermione had killed Ginny like many girls in the school thought. If she had, her nearly cutting her own throat
made much more sense. He shook his head quickly and left the gloom of the shadows, taking a less direct root towards the common room. He did
not see her lean her head down to feed, nor the long fangs protruding from her mouth.
Mynee clutched her broom tightly in her hand as she entered the Hufflepuff team's room in the Quidditch stands. She felt like such an alien
being surrounded by all the yellows and blacks. She quickly found a seat next to Illidan who smiled kindly to her. He leaned his head in close to
hers so he could whisper to her.
"I'm sorry about what happened."
"I am too, she shouldn't have died." She said fake pity forced into her words.
"None of those people in Hogsmeade should have died either. I think the monster that killed them should be taken to Azkaban and given the Kiss as
soon as possible." His voice held such venom that she nearly shivered.
She looked at him for a moment and then down at her lap, her mind buzzing slightly. He thought she should have her damned soul sucked out of
her body and then have the shell it once resided in thrown back into a cell for the rest of eternity. She fingered the handle of her broom and Illidan
turned his attention to Jubilee, the two beginning to flirt instantly. She shook her head and pressed her back against the wall, waiting for Smoke to
start talking. He was talking to Elyssa Caracas, a Hispanic girl who spoke with a thick Spanish accent, who was batting her eyes furiously at him.
He seemed unaffected by it all and stood in the center of the room moments later.
"This is our first practice, and with our new and improved team I'm sure we'll win this year. Now that the team is mixed, there'll be no slurs on the
houses of the other members. If an infraction such as that is made, you will be punished severely. We must all work together if we wish to achieve
our goal. We will win the House Cup this year." A radiant smile was on his lips as he looked at the new faces. "I'm sure none of you would object to
that. I want everyone to remember, the first Quidditch match against Slytherin will be in a month, so we're going to practice hard."
His eyes found Mynee's and his flickered for a moment. Her own hues dropped to the ground, not feeling like watching his love sick eyes on her. He
kept blathering on about unimportant things until he clapped loudly, getting everyone's attention.
"Right, we'll go out and practice now. I just need a word with our new Seeker and then everything will be set."
Cold foreboding lanced through her veins as she froze in her seat. Everyone else left the room, leaving her alone with Smoke. She sluggishly got to
her feet, holding her broom at her side. He walked several steps toward her, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward
and wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to pull her against him. She took in a gasp of air and shoved him away from her, in the process
smacking him in several places with her broom.
"What the fuck are you doing Smoke??"
"Don't act all coy Hermione, I know how girls act."
"You know how girls act?" She said incredulously.
"Yeah, you couldn't hold my gaze so you looked down. You obviously want me, just like I want you."
He went to wrap his arms around her again, but she pushed him away. She shook her head at him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Listen, I'm sure you're a great guy and all, but I already kind of have a boyfriend and I know for a fact that he would kill you if he even heard a
rumor that you had tried to kill you."
His brow furrowed and he looked at her with a slightly confused expression. He took a half step backwards as if to give her more space. "You have
a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, it's a pretty rocky relationship. He's really protective."
Understanding flooded across his face and a slight smile upturned the corners of his mouth. He walked a couple steps backward, leaving her five
foot bubble of personal space.
"Oh...Well if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here for you."
She smiled and just before he left she spoke. "You know, by the Elyssa was looking at you she's open to your advances."
He nodded and turned around slightly. "If you don't mind me asking, who's your boyfriend? I want to congratulate him."
Mynee hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should really reveal the relationship that might not go anywhere.
"Draco Malfoy."
Smoke's eyes widened considerably and the step he was about to take fell short. "Draco Malfoy is your boyfriend?"
She raised her brow slightly. "Yes, why do you sound as if that is a crime?"
"He's a Malfoy and you're a...a..."
She raised a brow at him, a smirk crossing her face making her brown eyes gleam with red. "I'm a what Smoke? A mudblood, was that what you
were going to say? You think a pure blood like Draco and a mudblood like me could never be together?"
His eyes widened and he lifted his hands in a gesture, like he could ward her off. "N-No, I just didn't think Malfoy would ever..."
She snorted darkly and just shook her head. "Whatever Smoke. Just get the fuck out of my way so we can go practice."
He slowly stepped out of the way and she strode out of the room, changing the look of annoyance to one of hidden joy. Furion watched her come
out and walked slowly up to her.
"Hey."
She looked at him for a moment and just started laughing. Her laugh held no cheer; it was made a mockery of warmth in its cold and pain. She
leaned heavily on her broom stick until her joyless chuckles ceased.
"Please don't try and flirt with me...I will not hesitate to hex you."
He chuckled softly and shook his head quickly. "Merlin no, I thought everyone knew...I don't swing that way."
Mynee looked at him for a moment and then clamped a hand to her mouth, her cheeks tinting raspberry. "Woops..."
"Been a stressful day for you?"
She smirked and cradled half of her face in her hand. "You have no idea..."
He smiled to her and patted her shoulder lightly. "Yeah well, we all have those days."
He opened his mouth to say something else, but Smoke strode purposely out of the team's room and stood before them, a smile on his face.
"Well, that's all sorted out then. Everyone please mount your brooms and practice can begin!"
She threw her leg over her broom and quickly rose into the air, the ground falling quickly away from her feet. She hovered about thirty yards in the
air as she waited for Smoke to let the balls out of the crate. She did not think it was a particularly good idea to be practicing with all of them,
especially the bludgers, but who was she to say? She had only been to pretty much every Gryffindor team practice there ever had been in the
past seven years. Without warning, a dark leather ball went hurtling past her, causing her to do several mid air cartwheels to avoid being hit.
Mynee turned her livid eyes towards Smoke; he smiled apologetically up to her and waved slightly. She snorted and flew higher, getting out of the
way of most badly hit bludgers. She hovered in the air, letting the wind buffet her form. She felt like she was apart of something much greater
when she was flying. The few times she had managed to stay on whilst she was human, she had gotten the same miraculous feeling. She believed
that that was one of the reasons so many people enjoyed flying. A sad smile crossed her lips as a voice spoke in her head.
'But you aren't human, you're not even mortal. You are a killer through and through.'
Her brow furrowed slightly. That one did not sound anything like Nall or Nebel, it was far more masculine then the two takes on her own voice. She
closed her eyes and shook her head, silently telling whoever was speaking to her to go away. When her hues were revealed to the world again,
they caught the tell tale flicker of gold. She watched the small ball flick around her, a smirk of mild amusement crossing her lips. She lifted her hand
and batted it away like it was a bothersome insect. What was the fun of catching so early on in the practice? She would just have to let it go
again. She directed the broom forward with a simple thought and let the broom meander high above the grassy floor of the pitch, not really caring
where she went as long as she did not smack into a goalpost. The broom, seeming to have a mind of its own, puttered down many yards until the
tips of her toes barely brushed the grass, it seemed as if the broom was following the snitch at a snails pace. She snapped out of her daze when
somebody zoomed in front of her, the displaced air buffeting her and nearly pushing her from her broom. The person turned their head and the dark
brown eyes of Smoke caught hers for a moment, spite gleaming in his. Mynee's reddish eyes flashed and she shot off after the person. She bit her
bottom lip hard as she rapidly gained on him, anger pounding in her veins at her "near death experience" due to his immature antics. When her
Super Nova just started touching the back of his broom she pulled herself into a crouching position on the long shaft. She kept the Super Nova
going fast and then leaped off, shooting her body at his. Her combined momentum and the speed of her broom caused a force strong enough to
make Smoke go tumbling off of his broom, she following. Just before they hit the ground, she knew this was going to hurt, a lot. She flipped their
positions so she would hit the ground and then he would hit her, protecting his fragile mortal body with her much more resilient immortal one. She
hit the soft grass and extreme pain flushed through her body. She let out a soft cry and it morphed into a shriek when Smoke slammed into her
belly. She knew she had probably severely bruised or broken several of her ribs, but that lovely cool feeling of her body healing itself over took her
while Smoke was trying to catch his breath and within the few moments it took for the rest of the team to gather round, she was completely
healed up again. She pushed him off of her and go up to her knees, intentionally gasping for breath to make it seem like she was human. Furion
landed beside her and looked at her with the eyes of a concerned friend.
"Hermione what were you thinking? You could have killed Smoke, along with yourself? Why the hell did you go after him like that?"
She had a hand pressed to her chest in the appearance that she was catching her breath. She turned her face up to him, a grim smile on her lips.
"He tried to knock me off my broom; I was just returning the favour."
He sighed and shook his head slowly. "You could have been hurt; you're the best seeker Hufflepuff has had in a long time. Don't you want to win
the House Cup this year, your final year?"
She shook her head. "No. I could frankly care less."
"If you didn't want to win, why did you try out?"
"Revenge." She said simply, the emotion flaring to live in her cinnamon eyes.
"On who? Why would you want revenge on anyone?"
She got slowly to her feet and grabbed her broom out of the air, which had been hovering around her head. She looked at him, her hues getting a
decidedly red hint to them.
"Just because a person's life appears to be perfect, doesn't mean it is."
She mounted her broom and shot back into the air, leaving the rest of her team far below her on the ground, they all watching her figure getting
smaller and smaller.
Mynee hovered three or four goalpost heights above the ground, watching the snitch, which seemed to have grown quite attached to her,
fluttered around her head. The mortals down there knew nothing about suffering. They had never been forced to watch hundreds of food items
parade on by, but know they could never eat them. They had never had their delicate mortal bodies change; rebuild themselves into some nearly
invincible creature that hunted the living to keep themselves on the cusp of life. She let out a dark snort and batted the golden ball away from her
face, a hiss escaping her lips.
"Get the fuck outta my face."
'Isn't that anger wonderful? Wouldn't you just love to go kill everyone who hurt you in some way? It'd be wonderful to have their blood all over
your hands and in your body, giving you lif...'
"Shut up." She said angrily, hitting her fists against her thighs.
'How can I shut up if I am apart of you?'
"You can not be apart of me, you keep referring to us as separate beings." So did her other personalities, but this voice did not need to know
that.
"No I don't."
"Ah, you just did. You see, you can not be apart of me."
"That's not true! I am apart of you!"
"Okay then, if you are apart of me, answer this question correctly. What is the name of my pet?" She instantly threw up some mental walls,
unsure of how she knew how, but hoping they would work.
"Evig Sol." The voice said proudly.
Mynee snorted quietly and let the walls drop. "Incorrect. I have no pet named Evig Sol. I have a cat called Crookshanks. You aren't apart of me.
Now LEAVE!" The last word was said both from her mouth and mind, forcing the presence to leave the privacy of her mind. She shook her head
slowly to rid herself of the feeling of having something...extra inside of her. She looked down at the ground and saw that the practice was coming
to an end. She snatched the snitch out of the air and leveled the end of her broomstick with the grass. She shot down like a spell from a wand,
the wind rushing past her ears and through her hair. From those standing below her, she looked like an avenging angel, simply lacking the large
wings. She pulled out of the nearly vertical dive almost a second too late and came to a quick halt. She hopped off of her broom and smiled slightly
to them, the beginnings of a migraine pounding behind her eyes. She handed Smoke the snitch, not catching the lustful look he sent to her. She
shouldered her broom and waited for Furion. He came ambling over and grinned to her.
"That was a cool dive Hermione, looked like you were going to crash. Where'd you learn that?"
She shrugged. "Just felt like doing one. Saw Potter doing it all the time, must have rubbed off on me."
"So what's up with Harry and Ron? You three don't seem like the closest of mates anymore."
"Something happened before the summer started; I don't really want to get into it."
"Wasn't that around the time Harry killed You Know Who?"
Mynee ground her teeth together as she walked with him towards the castle. "No. Potter never killed Voldemort. He was out cold when I rid the
world of that pestilent smear of filth."
Her eyes drifted to the ground as he watched her. "Harry didn't kill You Know Who?"
"No, I did. Though no one believes me, I doubt you do.
Furion smiled slightly. "I believe you Hermione. I always thought Harry was a glory stealer. You did all of the work and he all the credit, correct?"
She looked at him in astonishment, readying herself for a nasty joke. "Y- Yes. From First year to Voldemort's death, he did nothing but say the
curses I taught him just in case he needed them."
He wrapped his free arm around her shoulders in a friendly way, pulling her into a light hug. "Down with him then...I hate people like that. Glad you
told me, I can tell my friends what we thought was true. Don't worry Hermione, not everyone in this world is against you. You'd be surprised how
many people believed you when you said you'd killed him."
She smiled up to him, letting her lips hide her pointy incisors. "Really? That's a comforting thought...I'll talk to you later, I'm all sweaty and need a
shower." She pulled out of his arm and waved, before heading up towards her dormitory. Unknown to the newly made friends, two pairs of jealous
eyes watched their easy comfort around each other with sick resentment, both thinking how they would make a better friend to the auburn haired
girl. The eyes turned, one following the girl and the other taking a long route to the Hufflepuff common room, following Furion with a furious
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The plot thickens, kinda...So has anyone noticed that the chapters are getting steadily lighter and more and more people are hitting on Mynee, or is just me? I dunno, but as I've said before, it must get better before it gets darker. So please, the faster you review the sooner I'll get the next chapter out.
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel
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crappery Umm...This took a really long time to write, I was attacked with some of the worst writers block I have ever had. I kept rewriting the Quidditch scene over and over again...I'm still not very happy with it, but I hope you all are. We got to 200 reviews! I'm so proud of you! Thanks Satans Little Angel for being reviewer 200!!
zenni: I don't like Ginny, she bothers me. Yeah, Draco's supposed to be really possessive and a bit of a poo, but we all love him anyway.
dyth: Wow, your favourite out of 200? I feel extremely special. meeps yesh ma'am/sir/thing...
littoxkigga: I'll have to read your fluffy story. Thanks!
FunnyCatGirl: grins I wouldn't care if you used my ideas, as long as you said so in the disclaimer.
Crazedgurl1291: Poor Gin? All righty then...
Malfoy's Sprightly KnAvE: Your new name is err...nice? Also, for any of you who are wondering, Furion Montague and that other Montague in Slytherin are related, they're fraternal.
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: I will! Okay, Vampires are the creatures our legends are about. Ya know, the whole not being able to go out into the sunlight, stake threw the heart, aversion to garlic (said as garlick in meh story by the Vamps) and the Vampyres, which is what Mynee is, have all the strengths of a Vampire, with none of their weaknesses except for the thirst for blood which Vampyres need more of. Hope that helps!
elizabeth: Thank you so much!
YamiClara: grins thanks!
ROsE- ofHeL: Wow, thanks for doing that. The 'pyre blood in her along with being betrayed as changed the cannon Hermione into the Mynee we all love.
jungie: cackles Ginny needed to be killed off...Hers is just the first one of many...
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Evil stuff is so much fun, it's especially fun to write about it. So much easier to twist the plot line...
Jessi: Hehehe...She'll hit him with many, many things...
AmericanDemon: hugs Calm down pook, don't burst a blood vessel. There are more dudes after her then Snape now...hehee...I hope this Quidditch scene is all right.
Anna: Thank you, I will!
Pixie: Well, in Episode Seven or something, it was from Harry/Ron/Ginny's point of view. It showed why they, really Harry, hated her. He was blinded by jealously and it burnt away all of his friendship for her. Ron just went along, ditching his girlfriend for his best friend and Ginny was just a bitch. Blerg, scary saying...
Tigoamy: Aww...pets I'm sorry...Ginny isn't fun, she should always die...
LorSparrow: grins I'm glad I found someone who's like me! Thank you!
Satans Little Angel: Thanks for being reviewer 200! Yesh, it wouldn't do her any good to be accused of being a murderess now would it?
dyth: meeps
Thank you everyone for all the reviews! They make my world go round!
Guilt of a Dead Heart, Chapter Seventeen
Mynee muttered darkly to herself as she strode towards her dormitory. Who was Draco to think that he could just rule her life like that? She
was not owned by anyone and she never would. That made her angry, but what bothered her most was that she had murdered someone she had
once been quite friendly with. Virginia Weasley was dead, as in she would never walk the earth again. It was true the girl had been a whore,
sleeping with the majority of the boys in Fifth through Seventh year, but she had been her friend at one point a long time ago...Her body was dead,
she was not supposed to be feeling what she was. Her dead heart was feeling so guilty...
'Told you so.' Nall whispered, its voice taunting her.
'You should have listened to us...' Nebel murmured, its voice thrumming between her ears.
She closed her eyes and pressed the heels of her hands into her ears, as if the feeble gesture could ward away the sound of her split personalities.
She leaned up against one of the many cool, stone walls and slid down to the ground, her knees up to her chest. She rested her head on the top
of her knees, a feeble sigh escaping her. The familiar ache of hunger had settled itself in the pit of her stomach and was willing her to find
something, anything, to eat. She desperately wanted to confide in someone, who was not an old man, tell them what she was...She shook her
head quickly at the thought. Anybody she told would think she was a monster and all chances of a friend would slip through her fingers like sand.
Mynee was about to get up, when a soft, fuzzy head bumped into her thigh. Her fingers sought out the thick fur of her familiar, taking comfort in
his bulk.
"Hello Evi." She murmured quietly.
'Mistress, why have you not fed?'
"I just got out of the Hospital Wing. I was unconscious for two days."
'You should be searching for your dinner, not sitting here.'
"I know, but I don't want to murder anyone."
'I don't understand...You've killed several people to fill your belly.'
"Last time was different. I didn't kill someone I knew. She was my friend a long time ago."
'But she was not when you killed her?'
"No, she was not."
'Then why are you do you feel so guilty then?'
"Her brother and I were dating before..."
'Oh, you feel sorry for her brother, not for yourself or her?'
"I never really like Ginny, so no; I don't feel sorry about taking her life. But Ron, he loved her so much. He'll be heart broken."
'He will get over it.'
"Evi, that's really callous...She was his sister. They were related, I doubt he'll get over it."
'You got over your family's death.'
She let out a soft sigh. "That's different; I didn't really love them all that much. They never helped me with Uncle Michael...They didn't deserve to
be mourned." Her voice was soft, but was filled with immeasurable pain.
Evi nuzzled closer to her and she slid her legs down so they were stretched out in front of her. He rested his head in her lap and she absently
stroked his dark head.
'I am sorry for bringing up such pain.'
She smiled sadly and shook her head. "No luv, it's not your fault. I think about them from time to time and I get sad. But I guess that's normal..."
They sat there for a few moments, before her stomach let out an angry grow. He butted her hip with his nose then turned his head slightly
revealing the place where she fed off of him.
"Evi I can't..."
'You know you need to feed.'
"I know I do, but I feel like every time I do I turn into this horrible monster who's not fit to live."
'Regardless of how you feel, you do not need to die. But you do need to feed, so please feed Mistress...'
Mynee looked around in the gloomy hallway, and then lowered her head down so she could feed.
Draco left the Hospital Wing a few minutes after Hermione, hoping he could catch up with her so he could apologize. He walked quickly
down a deserted hallway, his ears perked for any sound. He jerked to a stop when he heard Hermione talking softly.
"Last time was different. I didn't kill someone I knew. She was my friend a long time ago."
His eyes widened and he hid in the shadows, inching forward so he could hear what she was saying better. Had she really murdered someone?
There was a pause, as if she was listening to someone speak then she replied.
"No, she was not."
His brow furrowed as he caught a glimpse of her sitting against a wall, a very large furry, black head in her lap. She was running her fingers
through the animal's curly fur, though that was not what got to him the most. It was the pair of massive bat like wings attached to its back that
really sparked his interest. The animal looked extremely familiar, like he had seen a picture of it in a book or something.
"I never really like Ginny, so no; I don't feel sorry about taking her life. But Ron, he loved her so much. He'll be heart broken."
Draco nearly lost control of his legs. Hermione had killed Ginny like many girls in the school thought. If she had, her nearly cutting her own throat
made much more sense. He shook his head quickly and left the gloom of the shadows, taking a less direct root towards the common room. He did
not see her lean her head down to feed, nor the long fangs protruding from her mouth.
Mynee clutched her broom tightly in her hand as she entered the Hufflepuff team's room in the Quidditch stands. She felt like such an alien
being surrounded by all the yellows and blacks. She quickly found a seat next to Illidan who smiled kindly to her. He leaned his head in close to
hers so he could whisper to her.
"I'm sorry about what happened."
"I am too, she shouldn't have died." She said fake pity forced into her words.
"None of those people in Hogsmeade should have died either. I think the monster that killed them should be taken to Azkaban and given the Kiss as
soon as possible." His voice held such venom that she nearly shivered.
She looked at him for a moment and then down at her lap, her mind buzzing slightly. He thought she should have her damned soul sucked out of
her body and then have the shell it once resided in thrown back into a cell for the rest of eternity. She fingered the handle of her broom and Illidan
turned his attention to Jubilee, the two beginning to flirt instantly. She shook her head and pressed her back against the wall, waiting for Smoke to
start talking. He was talking to Elyssa Caracas, a Hispanic girl who spoke with a thick Spanish accent, who was batting her eyes furiously at him.
He seemed unaffected by it all and stood in the center of the room moments later.
"This is our first practice, and with our new and improved team I'm sure we'll win this year. Now that the team is mixed, there'll be no slurs on the
houses of the other members. If an infraction such as that is made, you will be punished severely. We must all work together if we wish to achieve
our goal. We will win the House Cup this year." A radiant smile was on his lips as he looked at the new faces. "I'm sure none of you would object to
that. I want everyone to remember, the first Quidditch match against Slytherin will be in a month, so we're going to practice hard."
His eyes found Mynee's and his flickered for a moment. Her own hues dropped to the ground, not feeling like watching his love sick eyes on her. He
kept blathering on about unimportant things until he clapped loudly, getting everyone's attention.
"Right, we'll go out and practice now. I just need a word with our new Seeker and then everything will be set."
Cold foreboding lanced through her veins as she froze in her seat. Everyone else left the room, leaving her alone with Smoke. She sluggishly got to
her feet, holding her broom at her side. He walked several steps toward her, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward
and wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to pull her against him. She took in a gasp of air and shoved him away from her, in the process
smacking him in several places with her broom.
"What the fuck are you doing Smoke??"
"Don't act all coy Hermione, I know how girls act."
"You know how girls act?" She said incredulously.
"Yeah, you couldn't hold my gaze so you looked down. You obviously want me, just like I want you."
He went to wrap his arms around her again, but she pushed him away. She shook her head at him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Listen, I'm sure you're a great guy and all, but I already kind of have a boyfriend and I know for a fact that he would kill you if he even heard a
rumor that you had tried to kill you."
His brow furrowed and he looked at her with a slightly confused expression. He took a half step backwards as if to give her more space. "You have
a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, it's a pretty rocky relationship. He's really protective."
Understanding flooded across his face and a slight smile upturned the corners of his mouth. He walked a couple steps backward, leaving her five
foot bubble of personal space.
"Oh...Well if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here for you."
She smiled and just before he left she spoke. "You know, by the Elyssa was looking at you she's open to your advances."
He nodded and turned around slightly. "If you don't mind me asking, who's your boyfriend? I want to congratulate him."
Mynee hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should really reveal the relationship that might not go anywhere.
"Draco Malfoy."
Smoke's eyes widened considerably and the step he was about to take fell short. "Draco Malfoy is your boyfriend?"
She raised her brow slightly. "Yes, why do you sound as if that is a crime?"
"He's a Malfoy and you're a...a..."
She raised a brow at him, a smirk crossing her face making her brown eyes gleam with red. "I'm a what Smoke? A mudblood, was that what you
were going to say? You think a pure blood like Draco and a mudblood like me could never be together?"
His eyes widened and he lifted his hands in a gesture, like he could ward her off. "N-No, I just didn't think Malfoy would ever..."
She snorted darkly and just shook her head. "Whatever Smoke. Just get the fuck out of my way so we can go practice."
He slowly stepped out of the way and she strode out of the room, changing the look of annoyance to one of hidden joy. Furion watched her come
out and walked slowly up to her.
"Hey."
She looked at him for a moment and just started laughing. Her laugh held no cheer; it was made a mockery of warmth in its cold and pain. She
leaned heavily on her broom stick until her joyless chuckles ceased.
"Please don't try and flirt with me...I will not hesitate to hex you."
He chuckled softly and shook his head quickly. "Merlin no, I thought everyone knew...I don't swing that way."
Mynee looked at him for a moment and then clamped a hand to her mouth, her cheeks tinting raspberry. "Woops..."
"Been a stressful day for you?"
She smirked and cradled half of her face in her hand. "You have no idea..."
He smiled to her and patted her shoulder lightly. "Yeah well, we all have those days."
He opened his mouth to say something else, but Smoke strode purposely out of the team's room and stood before them, a smile on his face.
"Well, that's all sorted out then. Everyone please mount your brooms and practice can begin!"
She threw her leg over her broom and quickly rose into the air, the ground falling quickly away from her feet. She hovered about thirty yards in the
air as she waited for Smoke to let the balls out of the crate. She did not think it was a particularly good idea to be practicing with all of them,
especially the bludgers, but who was she to say? She had only been to pretty much every Gryffindor team practice there ever had been in the
past seven years. Without warning, a dark leather ball went hurtling past her, causing her to do several mid air cartwheels to avoid being hit.
Mynee turned her livid eyes towards Smoke; he smiled apologetically up to her and waved slightly. She snorted and flew higher, getting out of the
way of most badly hit bludgers. She hovered in the air, letting the wind buffet her form. She felt like she was apart of something much greater
when she was flying. The few times she had managed to stay on whilst she was human, she had gotten the same miraculous feeling. She believed
that that was one of the reasons so many people enjoyed flying. A sad smile crossed her lips as a voice spoke in her head.
'But you aren't human, you're not even mortal. You are a killer through and through.'
Her brow furrowed slightly. That one did not sound anything like Nall or Nebel, it was far more masculine then the two takes on her own voice. She
closed her eyes and shook her head, silently telling whoever was speaking to her to go away. When her hues were revealed to the world again,
they caught the tell tale flicker of gold. She watched the small ball flick around her, a smirk of mild amusement crossing her lips. She lifted her hand
and batted it away like it was a bothersome insect. What was the fun of catching so early on in the practice? She would just have to let it go
again. She directed the broom forward with a simple thought and let the broom meander high above the grassy floor of the pitch, not really caring
where she went as long as she did not smack into a goalpost. The broom, seeming to have a mind of its own, puttered down many yards until the
tips of her toes barely brushed the grass, it seemed as if the broom was following the snitch at a snails pace. She snapped out of her daze when
somebody zoomed in front of her, the displaced air buffeting her and nearly pushing her from her broom. The person turned their head and the dark
brown eyes of Smoke caught hers for a moment, spite gleaming in his. Mynee's reddish eyes flashed and she shot off after the person. She bit her
bottom lip hard as she rapidly gained on him, anger pounding in her veins at her "near death experience" due to his immature antics. When her
Super Nova just started touching the back of his broom she pulled herself into a crouching position on the long shaft. She kept the Super Nova
going fast and then leaped off, shooting her body at his. Her combined momentum and the speed of her broom caused a force strong enough to
make Smoke go tumbling off of his broom, she following. Just before they hit the ground, she knew this was going to hurt, a lot. She flipped their
positions so she would hit the ground and then he would hit her, protecting his fragile mortal body with her much more resilient immortal one. She
hit the soft grass and extreme pain flushed through her body. She let out a soft cry and it morphed into a shriek when Smoke slammed into her
belly. She knew she had probably severely bruised or broken several of her ribs, but that lovely cool feeling of her body healing itself over took her
while Smoke was trying to catch his breath and within the few moments it took for the rest of the team to gather round, she was completely
healed up again. She pushed him off of her and go up to her knees, intentionally gasping for breath to make it seem like she was human. Furion
landed beside her and looked at her with the eyes of a concerned friend.
"Hermione what were you thinking? You could have killed Smoke, along with yourself? Why the hell did you go after him like that?"
She had a hand pressed to her chest in the appearance that she was catching her breath. She turned her face up to him, a grim smile on her lips.
"He tried to knock me off my broom; I was just returning the favour."
He sighed and shook his head slowly. "You could have been hurt; you're the best seeker Hufflepuff has had in a long time. Don't you want to win
the House Cup this year, your final year?"
She shook her head. "No. I could frankly care less."
"If you didn't want to win, why did you try out?"
"Revenge." She said simply, the emotion flaring to live in her cinnamon eyes.
"On who? Why would you want revenge on anyone?"
She got slowly to her feet and grabbed her broom out of the air, which had been hovering around her head. She looked at him, her hues getting a
decidedly red hint to them.
"Just because a person's life appears to be perfect, doesn't mean it is."
She mounted her broom and shot back into the air, leaving the rest of her team far below her on the ground, they all watching her figure getting
smaller and smaller.
Mynee hovered three or four goalpost heights above the ground, watching the snitch, which seemed to have grown quite attached to her,
fluttered around her head. The mortals down there knew nothing about suffering. They had never been forced to watch hundreds of food items
parade on by, but know they could never eat them. They had never had their delicate mortal bodies change; rebuild themselves into some nearly
invincible creature that hunted the living to keep themselves on the cusp of life. She let out a dark snort and batted the golden ball away from her
face, a hiss escaping her lips.
"Get the fuck outta my face."
'Isn't that anger wonderful? Wouldn't you just love to go kill everyone who hurt you in some way? It'd be wonderful to have their blood all over
your hands and in your body, giving you lif...'
"Shut up." She said angrily, hitting her fists against her thighs.
'How can I shut up if I am apart of you?'
"You can not be apart of me, you keep referring to us as separate beings." So did her other personalities, but this voice did not need to know
that.
"No I don't."
"Ah, you just did. You see, you can not be apart of me."
"That's not true! I am apart of you!"
"Okay then, if you are apart of me, answer this question correctly. What is the name of my pet?" She instantly threw up some mental walls,
unsure of how she knew how, but hoping they would work.
"Evig Sol." The voice said proudly.
Mynee snorted quietly and let the walls drop. "Incorrect. I have no pet named Evig Sol. I have a cat called Crookshanks. You aren't apart of me.
Now LEAVE!" The last word was said both from her mouth and mind, forcing the presence to leave the privacy of her mind. She shook her head
slowly to rid herself of the feeling of having something...extra inside of her. She looked down at the ground and saw that the practice was coming
to an end. She snatched the snitch out of the air and leveled the end of her broomstick with the grass. She shot down like a spell from a wand,
the wind rushing past her ears and through her hair. From those standing below her, she looked like an avenging angel, simply lacking the large
wings. She pulled out of the nearly vertical dive almost a second too late and came to a quick halt. She hopped off of her broom and smiled slightly
to them, the beginnings of a migraine pounding behind her eyes. She handed Smoke the snitch, not catching the lustful look he sent to her. She
shouldered her broom and waited for Furion. He came ambling over and grinned to her.
"That was a cool dive Hermione, looked like you were going to crash. Where'd you learn that?"
She shrugged. "Just felt like doing one. Saw Potter doing it all the time, must have rubbed off on me."
"So what's up with Harry and Ron? You three don't seem like the closest of mates anymore."
"Something happened before the summer started; I don't really want to get into it."
"Wasn't that around the time Harry killed You Know Who?"
Mynee ground her teeth together as she walked with him towards the castle. "No. Potter never killed Voldemort. He was out cold when I rid the
world of that pestilent smear of filth."
Her eyes drifted to the ground as he watched her. "Harry didn't kill You Know Who?"
"No, I did. Though no one believes me, I doubt you do.
Furion smiled slightly. "I believe you Hermione. I always thought Harry was a glory stealer. You did all of the work and he all the credit, correct?"
She looked at him in astonishment, readying herself for a nasty joke. "Y- Yes. From First year to Voldemort's death, he did nothing but say the
curses I taught him just in case he needed them."
He wrapped his free arm around her shoulders in a friendly way, pulling her into a light hug. "Down with him then...I hate people like that. Glad you
told me, I can tell my friends what we thought was true. Don't worry Hermione, not everyone in this world is against you. You'd be surprised how
many people believed you when you said you'd killed him."
She smiled up to him, letting her lips hide her pointy incisors. "Really? That's a comforting thought...I'll talk to you later, I'm all sweaty and need a
shower." She pulled out of his arm and waved, before heading up towards her dormitory. Unknown to the newly made friends, two pairs of jealous
eyes watched their easy comfort around each other with sick resentment, both thinking how they would make a better friend to the auburn haired
girl. The eyes turned, one following the girl and the other taking a long route to the Hufflepuff common room, following Furion with a furious
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The plot thickens, kinda...So has anyone noticed that the chapters are getting steadily lighter and more and more people are hitting on Mynee, or is just me? I dunno, but as I've said before, it must get better before it gets darker. So please, the faster you review the sooner I'll get the next chapter out.
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel