Virginia tapped her nails thoughtfully along the bookspines. She had a
suspicion about who had pushed her down the stairs. Unfortunately, there
were no paintings in the corridor. There was a very nice picture of horses,
but no people who could actually talk. Better then muggle security cameras
in their own way, but cameras didn't sleep. Which was a point in their
favour, but as always there must be some drawbacks to almost every security
device. Not that the portraits were designed to be security devices, but
she was almost certain that was Dumbledore knew everything that was going
on in the school with the students. Most of them just ignored them, even
the muggle borns after their first year or so. Familiarity breeds contempt.
She withdrew a book and took it back to her study table. Nibbling thoughtfully on the end of her quill, she started to research for Charms; they were studying how to apply Charms to objects in order to create a self- perpetuating spell. Such as Invisibility Cloak. Or a Time-Turner. She truly needed one of those. Either one would make committing a murder so easy. And simple.
And dear sweet Hecate, they'd make the task in front of her so much simpler. She had to kill Voldemort. There was no ifs, buts or maybes about it. Voldemort had to die. If she was ever going to have a chance at living, he had to die. Slowly and painfully would be nice, but she'd settle for dead. Since he seemed to be able to come back from it so often, dammit. Why didn't people have the decency to just die? Sometimes you're in the grave because someone *really* wanted you in it. And you should have the wellbred courtesy to stay there.
Good thing she was a bitch who'd haunt the person who would dare kill her for the rest of their unnatural life. She'd be the type of ghost who threw things like knives too. And she was betting she had a great deal of accuracy at hitting her target.
She closed the book as the librarian started to shoo students out and replaced it on the shelves. A slow smile crossed her face as she said goodnight. She was sure she had all she needed. She was strong enough to do this, she was. Now she just had to break into Snape's potion cupboard for the potion component of the spell. . .
~*~*~*~
It took about a month, but she made it. She watched the moon rise into the sky, glowing like the fur on Draco's Animagus form. God, she wanted to go running with him again. They'd done that a few times, gone running, running in their four footed forms until they dropped. They'd even hunted. Admittedly, they had both sucked at it but she had nearly caught that rabbit. Hunting on four feet without magic wasn't as easy as the animals made it look. Because obviously, enough foxes caught enough rabbits and mice that there were many more little foxes every year. But there was a definite knack to the whole business. . .
Virginia stirred the prepared potion in a widdershins direction, watching the moonrays hit the surface of the potion. It started to glow with an opalescent light. She spoke the words of the spell in a slow, clear voice, flicking her wand. The potion bubbled, then settled. She got the cloak she had bought and dipped it into the faintly smoking liquid. A smile of triumph lit her face as the cloak took on the silvery light of the brew she had concocted. But the only way to tell if she'd done it right. . .
She whirled the cloak out of the cauldron after making sure the potion soaked into every square inch of it, on both sides. The cloak was bone dry as she settled it around her shoulders and she nearly screamed with excitement when her body disappeared. She'd done it! It had worked! There were very few witches and wizards who would even think of attempting this, and she'd done it on her first try out of an advanced school textbook!
She totally rocked!
Virginia tidied up, then ran gracefully back up to her dormitory.
Snape detached himself from the shadows once the footsteps had died away, and smiled slightly. If there was one thing the Weasleys had, it was spunk. And the one girl had it in overwhelming quantities. She was intelligent with it, too. So he hoped she never realized how much eye turning he had performed to her petty theft so she could do this. Draco had one of course, but the Dark Lord would be expecting that. He wouldn't be expecting a little red headed girl with warm brown eyes to turn the tables on him.
And he was thinking she could turn the tables completely.
Snape turned on his heel and went back on his rounds. He picked up something Ginny had dropped and studied it. An earring. He would have to return it to her. . .
~*~*~*~
Virginia looked up as Snape placed something on her desk, quill stilling in her hand.
"I believe you dropped this. Next time, make sure its in securely, if you must continue this barabaric practice of making holes in your body then sticking pieces of metal in them."
He moved off and Virginia returned the earring to her ear, watching him with curiousity. How. . .odd. She returned to her note taking before he berated her and Gryffindor lost points.
She withdrew a book and took it back to her study table. Nibbling thoughtfully on the end of her quill, she started to research for Charms; they were studying how to apply Charms to objects in order to create a self- perpetuating spell. Such as Invisibility Cloak. Or a Time-Turner. She truly needed one of those. Either one would make committing a murder so easy. And simple.
And dear sweet Hecate, they'd make the task in front of her so much simpler. She had to kill Voldemort. There was no ifs, buts or maybes about it. Voldemort had to die. If she was ever going to have a chance at living, he had to die. Slowly and painfully would be nice, but she'd settle for dead. Since he seemed to be able to come back from it so often, dammit. Why didn't people have the decency to just die? Sometimes you're in the grave because someone *really* wanted you in it. And you should have the wellbred courtesy to stay there.
Good thing she was a bitch who'd haunt the person who would dare kill her for the rest of their unnatural life. She'd be the type of ghost who threw things like knives too. And she was betting she had a great deal of accuracy at hitting her target.
She closed the book as the librarian started to shoo students out and replaced it on the shelves. A slow smile crossed her face as she said goodnight. She was sure she had all she needed. She was strong enough to do this, she was. Now she just had to break into Snape's potion cupboard for the potion component of the spell. . .
~*~*~*~
It took about a month, but she made it. She watched the moon rise into the sky, glowing like the fur on Draco's Animagus form. God, she wanted to go running with him again. They'd done that a few times, gone running, running in their four footed forms until they dropped. They'd even hunted. Admittedly, they had both sucked at it but she had nearly caught that rabbit. Hunting on four feet without magic wasn't as easy as the animals made it look. Because obviously, enough foxes caught enough rabbits and mice that there were many more little foxes every year. But there was a definite knack to the whole business. . .
Virginia stirred the prepared potion in a widdershins direction, watching the moonrays hit the surface of the potion. It started to glow with an opalescent light. She spoke the words of the spell in a slow, clear voice, flicking her wand. The potion bubbled, then settled. She got the cloak she had bought and dipped it into the faintly smoking liquid. A smile of triumph lit her face as the cloak took on the silvery light of the brew she had concocted. But the only way to tell if she'd done it right. . .
She whirled the cloak out of the cauldron after making sure the potion soaked into every square inch of it, on both sides. The cloak was bone dry as she settled it around her shoulders and she nearly screamed with excitement when her body disappeared. She'd done it! It had worked! There were very few witches and wizards who would even think of attempting this, and she'd done it on her first try out of an advanced school textbook!
She totally rocked!
Virginia tidied up, then ran gracefully back up to her dormitory.
Snape detached himself from the shadows once the footsteps had died away, and smiled slightly. If there was one thing the Weasleys had, it was spunk. And the one girl had it in overwhelming quantities. She was intelligent with it, too. So he hoped she never realized how much eye turning he had performed to her petty theft so she could do this. Draco had one of course, but the Dark Lord would be expecting that. He wouldn't be expecting a little red headed girl with warm brown eyes to turn the tables on him.
And he was thinking she could turn the tables completely.
Snape turned on his heel and went back on his rounds. He picked up something Ginny had dropped and studied it. An earring. He would have to return it to her. . .
~*~*~*~
Virginia looked up as Snape placed something on her desk, quill stilling in her hand.
"I believe you dropped this. Next time, make sure its in securely, if you must continue this barabaric practice of making holes in your body then sticking pieces of metal in them."
He moved off and Virginia returned the earring to her ear, watching him with curiousity. How. . .odd. She returned to her note taking before he berated her and Gryffindor lost points.