I'm just waiting for at least one review. The minute I get one, I'll post this chapter. **Watches her MSN window eagerly.**
*Forget it, no one's gonna review this piece of crap. Why would they? It sucks.*
Shut up, Ginny. I'm still not talking to you because of what you said last chapter.
*You spoke to me just then.*
I thought I told you to shut up.
*You did. But since when do I do anything you tell me?*
You're impossible!
*And proud of it!*
Grr… still no reviews.
*Like I said, forget it, even I wouldn't review this story.*
I thought you were supposed to be my muse! Aren't you supposed to be inspiring me?
*Ew! As if I'd inspire you. But yes, I am a muse.*
Well then what are you waiting for? Go inspire someone.
***Considers it.** Nah, I'll stay here. You're fun to annoy.*
I have a review! Yay!
*Get over it.*
Leave me alone!
*No.*
Please?
*No*
Ok, I'll ignore you then. **pokes out her tongue** Thank you so much for reviewing; 0.o I really appreciate it. And Ryan too. You guys rule.
**Smacks hand to her face.***Omigod! I completely forgot about my daily annoy Ron time! Ok, Ahem. Ron loves Hermione doo dah, doo dah, Ron loves Hermione doo dah dee dah day. Doo dah dee dah day, doo dah dee dah day. Ron loves Hermione, doo dah dee dah day.*
**Holds Ginny at wand point** If you don't stop right now, I'll turn you into a mouse, and send you to Crookshanks as dinner.
*Eep.*
Aine sat in the corner, watching all of the Gryffindors quietly. Time and time again, her eyes fell on Harry. Hmm… I wonder. She thought, and then shook her head, pushing those types of thoughts to the back of her mind. She looked over towards Hermione, and grinned at the younger girl. Hermione smiled back, came over, and sat down.
"What's that ye're readin'?" Aine asked. Hermione held up the book, showing Aine the cover.
"The Life Story (So Far) Of The Goddess Brigid." She read. "Tha's a good one. 'Er's is an interestin' life, I can tell ye tha'."
"How do you know?" Hermione asked.
"I read. Uh, 'Ermione, could ye do me a favour?"
"What type of favour?"
"I need te ken where I can find books on Irish curses, and counter-curses. Especially the ones on 'ow te give people extra life, as a penance for their sins."
"Why would that be a punishment?"
"Imagine if ye lived fer over a thousand years. All of ye family would be dead, and ye'd still be alive, with no one te turn to."
"Oh." Hermione nodded. "That wouldn't be fun.
"So, do ye ken where I can find them?"
"I do, but why do you want them?"
"I'm just doin' some research on Irish Curses is all." Hermione gave her a Look, but Aine had enough practice with Looks to manage to look casual in return.
"Alright." Hermione sighed. "I'll take you to the Library tomorrow. I've got a few books up in my room though, wanna look at 'em?"
"Thank ye! Of course!" Aine followed Hermione up to her room. (Hermione is a prefect, and I say she gets her own room!)
"Here we go, this one is on European Curses, and this one's on Irish hexes, this one's on revenge the Irish way, this one's oops! You don't want that one!" Hermione blushed scarlet. "I've got this book of fairytales, it has some interesting info in it, and those are all the ones I've got out at the moment. Oh! You might like to read this one on Tuatha De Dannan, and what they do to people who disobey them, it's really interesting. There was this one occasion, where a changeling was meddling in the lives of mortals… that could help a lot! It's all about giving people longer life as a punishment!" Hermione beamed at Aine.
"Great. I'll be sure te take good care of the books." She promised, and, staggering slightly under their weight, she made her way to the sixth year girls' dorm.
***
"Ginny wait up!" Aine yelled. Ginny turned around.
"Yeah?" She asked. Aine blushed.
"I er, I was wonderin' if you'd show me the way te the Great 'All. I've forgotten." She mumbled. Ginny grinned.
"Sure!" She grabbed Aine's arm, and Aine had to work hard not to flinch. She'd seen some awful things in her time, and tried to die many times. She had been caught no less than 22 times during 1692 in Salem, trying to get herself killed. Her name back then had been Wendelin, and everyone in the magical world had assumed she liked the sensation, and cast a charm on the fire. In reality, she had been trying to die, and thought being burnt at the stake would be as go a way as any. Unfortunately, it didn't work that way. Lady Aine and Queen Brigid had made sure she couldn't escape her punishment. She was invincible, until her punishment came to an end, when she would be given the choice to die, or live. Aine knew what she would choose.
"Death." She muttered.
"Huh? What?" Ginny asked. Aine blushed.
"Nothin'. Just thinkin' out loud." She said hurriedly.
"Ok." Ginny said uncertainly. "Although I've never heard of anyone thinking out loud about death before."
"So, do ye like 'Arry?" Aine asked, quickly changing the subject. Ginny blushed bright red.
"No!" She exclaimed. Interesting. Aine thought.
***
"Today we will be learning how to fight off Dementors." Professor Congenial said. She smiled at them all. She had pale blue eyes, and wispy blond hair. She was slender, and short. All in all, she looked like a sudden gust of wind would knock her over (I had that happen to me once, not fun.) "Now, Dementors are Dark Creatures. They have no soul, no mercy, and no compassion. They are totally evil."
"Then why are they guardin' Azkaban?" Aine asked. Congenial's smile flickered.
"Because they make sure that the prisoners can't get out." She answered.
"Yes, but if they are completely evil, will they not join Voldemort, should 'e ask them to?"
"Miss Fey, what are you talking about? You-Know-Who is dead." Congenial replied tightly.
"No 'e's not. 'E's alive." Aine contradicted. I know he's alive. I saw him come back to life. Suddenly her eyes lit up. Of course! I'll get him to kill me! She grinned, and Harry, Ron and Hermione gave her strange looks. After all, she'd just been talking about how the Dementors would join Voldemort if he asked them, and she'd started to grin!
"And what proof do you have of that, Miss Fey?"
"None but tha' of a young boy, and my own two eyes. Tha' enough for ye, Professor?"
"Out! And I hope you're happy! You still have to write your essay on the Patronus Charm, and you don't even know how to do it!" She sounded very satisfied. Aine got up, smirking at her in a way reminiscent of Draco Malfoy.
"I ken very well 'ow te do the Patronus Charm. I learnt it a long time ago." She said, and left.
***
Ginny came up to Aine, and sat down next to her. Aine ignored her, and kept shoveling beef stroganoff into her mouth. She wasn't really hungry, but stroganoff was her favourite.
"Is it true?" Ginny asked.
"Is wha' true?"
"Did you really tell Congenial that You-Know-Who is alive, and then get sent out of class?"
"Ye might say tha'."
"What do you mean?"
"For one, 'is name's Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, not You-Ken-'Oo, The Dark Lord, or 'E-Oo-Must-Na-Be-Named. Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself. Second, tha's na all I said. I also told 'er tha' the only proof I 'ad of 'im bein' alive was in the form of a teenage boy, 'oo saw it 'appen, and myself. I've also seen 'im, and I ken tha' 'e's alive." With that, Aine got up from the table, and left.