Dark spent the rest of the night finishng up her homework she was assigned for the weekend. Then she went to bed. The next morning, which was Monday, she woke up early, wich was not normal for her. She decided to choose a task for today in potions class. She was a bit nervous that she'd be found out if she acted up in class, but she could try to be subtle, or at least play dumb. Besides, even if she did get in trouble, it would still, be fun. What was the worst that could happen? Adetentiopn would only give her more anooying Snape time. She searched the list carefully until she came upon a task that caught her eye. "5. Learn a charm that makes fabric turn day-glo pink. You know what to do next."
Dark had no clue what "Day-glo pink" looked like, but she knew just the people to ask about changing the color of your robes. She would just have to wait until they came downstairs. Dark sighed sleepily and sunk lower into her armchair. She would need extra coffe this morning. she hated Mondays. The door to the girl's dormitories opened and there were high pitched giggles. They were here. Lavender Brown and Parvatti Patil were Gryffindor's fasion enthusiasts, as you might call them. Dark stood up and greeted the girls. In a very business-like voice, she said,
" I am in need of your assistance. It is top secret business, and your help would be appreciated."
The two girls looked at her " Oh! Is it a boy? Or a makeover?" Lavender asked excitedly.
Dark frowned. " No, I don't need help with that. It's for... a prank. You can't tell, though. I'm trying not to get caught...yet." She said.
The two girls looked more interested. They probably wanted some inside information on this so called prank. They were also probably curious to why their help was needed. They didn't have to get near any gross boys, did they? Parvatti nodded as to ask what Dark needed. Dark asked them about the pink charm, and reluctantly told them why she needed it. After warning that there would be dire consequences if they let anything slip, they told Dark that they'd help whenever she needed them. They wanted their revenge on Snape too. A while after, Hermione came down to the common room, and Dark told her about her plan. In the middle of class, Snape would get a whole new look! Harry, Ron, and Ginny soon followed, and they all went to breakfast. Dark couldn't wait until potions class, but would have to wait a while. What a bummer. She ate her breakfast in anticipation, and after breakfast, departed from her friends.
Classes seemed to drag on forever. Charms, Transfuguration, at least she got to drop history of magic after 5th year, or she would have died today. Finally, it was time for her last class. Potions. Dark took her seat in the dungeon classroom, and waited for class to start. Right as the bell rang, Professor Sanpe stormed in, silencing the class with only his presence. The seventh year Gryffindors had class with Ravenclaw, which was a good thing for Dark. She worked well with them.The class turned to look at Professor Snape. Today he was giving some boring lecture that could put even Dark, who was very interested in potions, to sleep. After half an hour, Dark prepared to get her plan into action. Professor Snape turned to write someting on the blackboard. Dark seized her chance and muttered the spell to turn his robes pink. The spell hit him in the back, and pink spread from the point of impact. it soon covered his whole outfit. The class snickered, not wanting to be seen laughing. Snape looked at his arm, which he was writing with and noticed his sleeve was.. hot pink!
At the look of terror and confusion on his face, the whole class burst into laughter. Dark laughed too, trying not too look guilty of the crime. Professor Snape's attempts to silent the class failed and he looked furious.
"OUT! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU, NOW!" He shouted. The class didn't need to be told twice. They all ran out as quickly as they could. They laughed all through the halls until they got to the entrance hall. Everyone was asking who was the one that charmed his robes. Dark snuck away before anyone noticed her, and she went to take a walk through the school. It was a while before dinner anyways. While walking, she read the list. She liked plotting. This was going to be an interesting year. She didn't notice the Headmaster approach her.
" Ah, good afternoon, Miss, Dakota. Or are you still being called Dark?" He said, making Dark jump.
" Sorry, you scared me, Sir." She said. " Yes, im still Dark. How are you, Professor." She asked, trying to hide the list.
" And what is that?" he asked, gesturing to the parchment in Dark's hand.
" Oh, it's um, er..." She didn't know wether to show him or not, but didn't have to decide. Professor Dumbledore took the list and read it. He chuckled and gave it back to her. Dark was glad he wasn't angry.
" Severus has been needing something like that for a long time. I was suprised that the Weasley twins didn't try something like that." He laughed. His eyes twinkled. " But I had a feeling you were up to something."
" Well, Fred and George did help me write it... Professor, may I ask you someting?" Asked Dark. Dumbledore nodded. " Were you helping to distract the great hall yesterday?" Dark wanted to know this, because it was even odd for Dumbledore to burst into song.
He just smiled and said, " I don't believe I remember distracting anybody yesterday..."
Dark had a feeling he was kidding, so she said goodbye, and continued her walk. Lost in thoughts, she let her feet carry her without knowing where she was going. She didn't know that she was getting progressivly closer to the dungeons. Every once in a while she checked her watch. It was still a while until dinner. She sighed boredly, and then she heard footsteps. Coming out of her daydream, she noticed where she was. Dark was only a few corridors away from the potions classroom. Great, so the fotsteps must belong to Snape. Dark kept walking. She could take a turn at her next right and find a staircase that lead away from the dungeons. She didn't want to meet up with an angry Professor Snape, and there was no doubt that he'd be angry.
Dark was about to turn to the staircase when Snape spotted her. Dark knew he saw her when his footsteps stopped. " Oh great, here comes the interrogation!" Thought Dark.
" Miss Smith, what are you doing down here?" He asked slowly in his deep voice.
Dark turned slowly. Would he believe that she was just taking a walk. Better try him. " I was just taking a walk, Sir. I was thinking and lost track of where I was going." Well, at least she was telling the truth, but Snape probably wouldn't think so. She waited for his reply.
" Just taking walk? In the dungeons..." He didn't sound convinced. Dark was a bit frustrated by this.
" Yes, Professor, but I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She explained, realizing how stupid she sounded only after she said it. Snape snorted slightly and then checked his watch.
" Well, I'd better ascort you to the grat hall for dinner, to make sure you aren't defacng school property." He said. Dark didn't mind this.It didn't sound so bad when the word ascort was thrown in there. Maybe he wouldn't say anything mean, and just be a silent meanie. Not true.
" You should watch what you're doing, Miss Smith. You don't want anyone to think you're getting into trouble... And especially walking alone so far away from Gryffindor territory. Very suspicious, Smith." He drawled. Was that a smirk on his face? Dark started to wonder if he was on to her and her evil scheming. She put on an innocent looking face.
" What reason is there that I would be up to something, Professor?" She asked sweetly, well, faking the sweet part. She tried the ''Bambi" eyes, but he wasn't looking at her anymore. There was no answer for this. They walked in silence until Dark got bored. She quietly conjured a wet sock and threw it at Snape's head. It made a squishy thwap-like noise and Dark giggled as Snape froze in his tracks. He looked at her. She looked back. He glared. She still looked at him. He looked funny ith a drippy sock on his head. Dark didn't expect what happened next.
Professor Snape took the sock and it looked as though he was giving it back to Dark, but then he smothered her face in socky wetness. When he stopped, Dark sputtered and wiped her face. " 'Ey! Watchit!" She said loudly. " You started it, Miss Smith, You watch it." He smirked at the suprised look on her face. When they reached the great hall, they made their ways to their own tables, Snape sat down at the head table, but didn't make it there without first being hit right in the butt by a wet sock. He almost felt a smile form on his lips, but stopped it.
" Though, it was pretty amusing to make Dakota angry..." He thought. " Wait, Dakota! Since when did I refer to my students by their first names?" He shook it off as a mere mental slip.
Dark laughed at her perfect aim and then went to sit with her freinds and tell them about what happened. She didn't mind the sock on her face, she was happy that she wasn't dead after what she did. She pulled out the list. The group were in a deep conversation about what Dark should do next. Then Harry pointed one out.
" Here's a good one!" He laughed. It was indeed good, but the others were surprized that he liked this task. it read, "11. Make a voodoo doll of Harry Potter. Push pins into it in class and smile knowingly at Snape."
" Alright," said Hermione. "We should work on making the doll after homework tonight."
Ron looked at her as if she was insane. " Homework? Is that all you think about? We gotta help Dark." He said. Everybody roled their eyes. Another fight was coming on. Hermione clenched her fists.
" What do you mean! You make it sound as though I'm not willing to help her! I'ts not like she'll die if I do my homework first! I'll help her, but i need good grades to pass." She said, glaring. Ron looked as though he was going to reply to this, but Dark spoke.
" She's right, Ron. I'd rather do my homework first anyways. It won't take long. Besides you should catch up on your work too. Im not being graded on annoying Snape anyways." She was relieved to see that Ron and Hermione had cooled off a bit. Dark went back to her mashed potatoes and steak. She was very hungry.
That night, after writing a herbology essay, which wasn't too hard, answering some potions questions, which was even easier for her, and studing animagi transformations, which was more difficult, she was ready to make her doll. Hermione wasn't ready yet, so she re-read her animagi notes.
- An animagus is a witch or wizard who can transfigure themselves into an animal at will
- It is one of the most difficult types of magic to learn
- When a person transforms into an animal, they change into their inner animal form. The inner form is usually their patronus form as well.
That was as far as she read before she was interrupted. It was Hermione and Ginny. They had lots of cloth, yarn, stuffing, and even some markers. " We're ready when you are!" Said Ginny, with a cheerfull voice. The three girls worked on the Harry doll, giggling about it's scary likeness of the real Harry. They kept it together by using seaming charms, since neither of them were good at sewing. Hermione drew on a marker face, while Dark made glasses out of a paperclip she found on the floor. After that there was only one thing missing, hair. Dark had heard that if you wanted to make a voodoo doll, you needed either hair or something that belonged to the person that the doll represented. Of course she didn't believe that voodoo dolls worked, she thought that Harry hair would make a great effect. They found Harry and Ron playing chess by the fire. Harry looked up at the girls.
"Hey, did you guys finish yet? Let me have a lo-" Harry was cut off by Dark jumping on his back. The common room was filled with sounds like, " Hold his arms down, Gins!" and " I got his legs! Hurry up Dark!" And " Oy what are you doing to Harry? HARRY are you ok!"
When the chaos was finally subdued, Dark had a few locks of Harry's hair for the doll. She used an adhering charm to put it on the doll. She carefully made it resemble Harry's messy hair style and then she showed the boys the doll. Ron laughed " It looks just like him!" He said. Dark nodded. "It's like his son or someting. Look Harry, we had a baby!" This got a laugh out of Harry, who was busy complaining about not being asked for the hair. There was no mouth on the doll. Just two line-shaped eyes and a tiny nose. It looked like a manga-like plushie. It was kinda cute. She even made little sneakers for it. Dark really hoped that Snape wouldn't confiscate it. It could make a funny Christmas present to Harry. Plushies were fun presents. Last Christmas Sirius got her a plushie horse, because whenever anyone asked her what she wanted for a gift, she said " I wanna pony!" Of course, she cracked and told everyone what she wanted after a while... exept for Sirius. She sure missed messing with his head.
Dark sighed and put the voodoo doll in her book bag. She had potions first tomoorow. Then she realized that tomorrow was Halloween. How could she have forgotten! Time was passinf so quickly and she had hardly made a dent in her list. She'd have to work harder. She bid her friends a good night and went to her dorm. She dug around in her trunk and pulled out a plush horse and hugged it. It was soft and cuddly. She took it to bed and fell asleep with it cuddled up under her chin.
Dark opened her eyes. She was sitting on the back of a big horse doll. " Whee fun!" She said. She looked around. Where was she? Her surroundings changed from outdoors to the dark school corridors. Was it night? The horse stopped and Dark got off. She pet it. It squeaked like a dog chew toy. She was in the dungeons and was heading towards the potions class. The door was ajar, so she walked faster. She looked inside and gasped. Professor Snape was being attacked by... what was it? The room was only lit by a few candles. For a second, Dark grinned as she recalled some dreams that took place in this surrounding. She heard Professor Snape yelp, so she ran into the room. Whatever was attacking him sure smelled bad. "Professor!" Dark yelled as she lunged at his attackor. It was squishy. She punched it, and took out a big sword from nowhere. Dark hacked away at it, and it fell by a cluster of candles. It looked like a...big sock...? It was! She had just slain a big wet sock the size of a grown man. " Weird," She thought. Dark's attention turned towards Professor Snape, who was sitting on the floor and rubbing his head. Dark knealt by him.
" Are you alright?" She asked.
" Yeah, I think I am." He said, nodding at her.
Dark was wondering why Snape couldn't take down a smelly sock. She asked him. He looked a bit insulted, and said, " It caught me off guard. Who would expect a sock would want their blood?"
Dark noticed a smashed vial on the floor. Snape followed her gaze. The damned thing broke it while I was putting it away. That was when it attacked." Dark looked back up at him.
"Oh, you're bleeding." She said, pulling a hankercheif out of her pocket. Since when did she carry those around? Oh well. She made to wipe the spot on his forehead, where the cut was, when Professor Snape caught her arm. He pulled her towars him and hugged her.
" Thank you," He said, " for helping me." He looked into her eyes, and she looked into his. Snape placed his mouth by Dark's neck.
" Dark... RRRIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
Dark's eyes snapped open. The bells on her brass alarm clock were blaring. " GAH!" She said, thickly. She was too tired to figure out how to stop the noise. She picked up the screeching hell clock and threw it against the wall. That worked. " Damn you, demon clock!" She shouted. Ok, to many comics for her. She didn't want to wake up. Such a good dream too. She grudgingly got out of bed and put on her school clothes. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair. Once satisfiyed with her appearance, she went downstairs to the common room.
She went into the corner, where she left her shoes and book bag. When she was ready, she left Gryffindor tower, and went to breakfast. Mmmm, the great hall smelled like pancakes. Dark sat down and helped herself to food. Her friends were there, and they greeted her. Dark glanced up at the head table. When she saw Snape, she remembered her dream. Damn clock. She turned back to her breakfast just as the mail came. Her owl, Huntress swooped down at her place. She had a letter from her parents clutched in her feet. Things seemed fine at home. Her little brothers almost killed her pet niffler, but besides that, everythihng was fine. " Oh goody!" Said Dark. Her parents sent her some Halloween candy. She took the box of chocolate frogs and put them in her book bag.
Dark turned back to her friends. " I realized something," she said. " I have got tto get my ass moving on those tasks. It's halloween allready, and i've inly got a few of them done. I don't plan to complete the whole list, but i've got to do a lot of the tasks." She sounded a bit urgent. This was her last year as a student here. Hogwarts had been home to most of the best times of her life. She had to make her own impression here before it was too late.
The others agreed, and were willing to help as much as they could. They all wanted to see more Snape abuse as well.
When breakfast was through, Dark took her bag and headed towards the dungeons. She had a lot of time to get there, because of the small break after breakfast, so she walked slow. She then realized that she had no pins to stick into the doll. She quickly dug a few hair pins out of her bag, and transfigured them into sewing pins, like the kind you put iinto pin cushions. Then, she hurried off to class. Finding those pins took a while. Dark got to the potions class, and sat down. When Snape came in and shut the door, the class fell silent. He assigned the work for the day, and with a wave of his wand, the directions were on the board.
Dark got to work on the potion straight away. Heh, kid stuff. By the time the class was half up, her potion was finished. She bottled some and put it on Professor Snape's desk. When she got back to her seat, she reached into her book bag, and took out the Harry plushie, or voodoo doll, whatever. She began playing with the pins...as in pushing them into the doll. Dark was having fun with it, exept for the fact that it looked like her friend. Every so often, she looked at Snape through the corner of her eye. When he finally noticed what she was doing, he stared at her with a look of confusion. Dark looked up and caught his eye. She smiled knowingly, and winked as she put another pin through "Harry's" head.
"Crazy girl," Severus thought. "Is she trying to bug me? Or trying to kill Potter? Or what?" Snape walked up to Dark, who had stopped looking at him. By now some of the other students were watching too, trying to stifle their giggles.
" Miss Smith." He began slowly. " Please refrain from attempting to cause harm to your fellow students." He was trying to keep his calm. The girl was distracting HIS class. The pest.
Dark slowly looked up at him. She had been pretending to be too interested in the doll to listen.
"Huh?" she said, looking as if she was oblivious to what he had said. Dark knew she struck a nerve.
" I said, stop that. Now!" Snape snarled. Dark was expecting him to onfiscate the doll. "You can do that on your own time." He added. The class laughed. Snape probably just wanted to see if Harry would be affected by this...without himself holding the blame.
The bell rang, and the class filed out. Dark spent the whole day getting " Nice one, Dark!" s and things like that from the other students. At lunch, Dark told everyone what happened. The rest of the day was quite uneventful, well besides the Halloween dinner. There was lots of candy. We'll leave it at this: Dark Candy WHEEEEEEE!
( Now I want a Harry Doll. I allready made a Snape one. It looks very poorly made... I used hot glue to keep it together... mmyep. Oh, and can anyone tell me, What is day-glo pink? Is it like hot pink? Or what? )