A/N: Heeheeheehee!

"I... uh... I dreamed this really weird dream about a hippogriff invading the head common room. It was actually quite scary! It looked rabid or something... yeah. Well, this was one of the premonition sort of dreams, where you're sure they'll come true. I'm just telling you so you can be careful, alright?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably. He knew how ridiculous all this sounded, but he had to say it anyways. The hippogriff had sort of scared him, and as Rim would also be living in the Head Quarters, she had a right to know of the danger that awaited her. Before Rim could get over her surprise at his words and reply, Harry mumbled a quick "goodbye" and jogged in the direction of #4.

Rim stood still, wondering what /that/ was about. Hippogriff? What hippogriff? Why would a /hippogriff/ attack /her/, Mârimtudâda Vulturedumplings-MacGonagle, niece of Minerva MacGonagle no less! Then, she called out – "Harry! Wait!"

Harry turned back, and Rim was surprised to see that his cheeks and ears were flushed.

"Hey, Harry!" she called again.

Harry turned around and began walking slowly to Rim's direction, and Rim noticed with pleasure that the back of his neck was a pale pink as well.

'Mmmm…' she thought, drooling slightly.


As the drool descended on her shoulder, she suddenly opened her eyes wide to discover that she was inside, in a dark, unfamiliar room.

'Huh?' she thought. Just then, another drop of liquid descended onto her shoulder, and Rim realized that it was rain falling through the ceiling.

"What happened?" she called out quaveringly. "Harry? Are you there?"

But she only heard the quiet thump of a drop of water, falling once again on her shoulder.

Annoyed, she moved to brush the droplet of water off, but to her dismay she discovered that her hands were bound.

She panicked. Everything was dark, she couldn't move, and drop after drop of water fell on her shoulder.

She couldn't move.

She couldn't even scream, because of the gag in her mouth.

Rim tried to scream anyway, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. As she continued wiggling, trying to get away from the unrelenting drop of water, she heard a noise and suddenly stopped. Footsteps were walking up to her… coming closer… almost there…

"Mwwwwwwwwwwwyyyyyyy!" she croaked, trying to scream for help.

The steps came closer, and suddenly the light was flipped on. Rim looked up in surprise, eyes watering from the bright light, and was shocked to see an evil, sadistic, twisted face – the face of…

Her evil brother, Goobert.

"Why, hello, Maritum!" He said evilly. He looked evilly, talked evilly and smiled evilly. And lived evilly.

"Have you ever heard of water torture? I'm /sure/ you have... well, consider yourself lucky! You'll be experiencing it first-hand over the next week or so! I'm sure not many in our day of age have that /privilege/..."

Cackling evilly, he gave her a goodbye punch in the collarbone and shut the door of the closet where she was stored, leaving her in complete darkness once more.

Panic.

Panic, panic, panic.

She was going to be driven insane by being /dripped/ on!


It took Rim - or Maritum, or Tud, as her evil brother evilly called her - almost five minutes to calm herself enough to try to think of a plan to escape.

'Hmm...' she pondered. 'Perhaps there's something I can do to rescue myself. Maybe if I croak loudly enough, Janiviolamarie and Allegregorliphian, my parents, will rescue me. But no... they don't care about me. They never did. They might not even notice that I'm gone!'

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered how cruelly her cruel parents treated her. In fact, every time they were around her, they looked cruelly, talked cruelly, and smiled cruelly. And lived cruelly. But they were only cruel when they were around their beautiful daughter - Janiviolamarie because her cruel nature was cruelly jealous of her daughter's beauty, and Allegregorliphian because his cruel mind cruelly thought of cruel ways to make his daughter cruelly miserable so his cruel nature would be cruelly satisfied.

Rim sniffed. And sniffled. And then started to cry, but soon stopped because she couldn't cry and breathe at the same time in a lying position.

As she lay on the hard floor and bemoaned her fate, she heard an evil knock on the door and saw with fear that her evil brother, Goobert, had entered.

Goobert looked positively furious. In his hands, he held Rim's pet owl, Namistory.

"Maritum," he said, "I will give you a choice."

'An /evil/ choice', Rim commented to herself.

Goobert grinned sinisterly. "Option number one is..."

'Yes?' thought Rim. 'Spit it out already!' But she dared not say it out loud.

"... you watch me kill Namistory. You can watch while I first tear her wings off, one by one, then slowly pluck all her feathers, etc."

Rim felt queasy.

"Option number two is...

A/N: To be continued...