AN - COMPLETE! COM-CHUFFING-PLETE! Woooooohooooooo! I have finished a story! A short one mind, but i've finished one more than one chapter! Praise the lord! Yes, so this FINAL chap is short, barely 1000 words, in fact it might be something silly like 1001, im not sure, but i dont care - its the last one! This is an early birthday pressie for Becbe, though when she finally reads it she'll of probably been 16 for months!
Disclaimer - Nadda mine.
Summary - Fairy Mother was once the most feared creature in the Dark Forest: the Queen of the Little People, she ruled all. No one can reign forever though. The tale of how a cursed fairy affected Hogwarts students from the FourFounder's 900's to the modern day. Dark humour!
The Fairy Mother
by Nestle
Part Four… Stupid Christmas Fairy
Christmas of 1994
Sulking, the Fairy Mother decided, really did get quite boring after seven years of it. It was the 7th anniversary of the day she decided she would simply just sulk until she grew tired of it. To be truthful, she was rather disappointed; she'd hoped she'd have lasted much longer. But alas, she feared she would never be able to retract her bottom lip if she did not stop now.
Perhaps she should try brooding next. It had some appealing possibilities; after all, it was all the vampires ever did, and they never seemed to grow tired of it! The Fairy Mother tried to remember a period in the 1200's where she thought she had brooded for a while. Of course, she could have been moping; the two were very similar. And then there was that decade in the 1600's, she wasn't what that was, her memory was a little foggy.
Yes, brooding it was, maybe she would beat her record. How exciting. As the Fairy Mother shifted her eyebrows into an expression much more suitable to brooding, she began to notice that something was different, very different.
She'd been made into a porcelain figure around five years ago by a House Elf who was rather fond of "pretty china" as he put it. It was an activity that had very nearly disrupted her sulking, she might have accidentally moved onto complaining by mistake. It hadn't taken long though, not with House Elves magic. She'd been placed on a shelf, still in the Gryffindor Common Room. She was most definitely not on a shelf now – she was a damnsite higher! And something was spiking at her leg…
A flicker of gold caught her eye, and she glanced at it quickly, her lip curling when she saw what it was.
Tinsel.
She shuddered, only to find her stiff ceramic body wasn't able to. Something sparkled to her right, and she rolled her eyes down.
Baubles! With glitter!
Oh, by the cry of the Augurey, this could not get any worse.
It was Christmas. Again.
Only this time she was the bloody Christmas Fairy!
The Fairy Mother let out a shriek, and tried to wriggle her body, but her stiff figure was firmly attached to the top branch of the Christmas tree. A soft tune wafted in her hearing range, ad the Fairy Mother paused to listen to it. Her face slowly took on an expression of horror when she realised what it was: carol singers. This was a place of year round merrymakers, at Christmas, they became deafening!
The Fairy Mother began to wail, all thoughts of brooding disappeared as she let out the warbling moans of despair and anguish.
"Will you shut up! It's bad enough with that lot!"
The Fairy Mother stopped instantly. Her scowling eyes roamed the face of the girl who had spoken. Dislike sparkled at once; the Fairy Mother was not spoken to like that.
The girl sighed loudly, and smoothed her bushy brown hair behind her ears, turning back to the roll of parchment she was working on, the Fairy Mother could just make out the separate shapes of the runes.
The Fairy Mother whistled. Only a shot burst, but it was enough to make the girl flinch in annoyance, once again, she whistled, only this time a long tinny melody wafted through the air.
"Stop it!"
"Stop what my dear?" The Fairy Mother asked sweetly, smiling prettily.
"Making noises!"
"I don't know what you mean… do you realise that you've made a mistake at the beginning of that paragraph?"
The girl stared at her, and then turned to her parchment, after a couple of seconds she began to furiously scratch out her writings.
"And then of course the grammar in the third line down is absolutely ghastly. Are you sure you should be doing this subject dear? I mean, you don't seem very good..."
The girl clenched her teeth, glaring angrily at the Fairy Mother, she merely smiled.
"I'm happy to help you. I know a great deal about languages."
"I'm sure you do." The girl muttered.
Two boys plopped themselves down next to the girl with a sigh.
"Transfiguration." One muttered miserably.
"Potions." The other said, with equal despair.
She didn't answer them. Soon the two boys, having realised no sympathy or even reaction would come from her, grudgingly began to attempt their work. The Fairy Mother clicked her tongue. From far above in the tree, she could see the knuckles of the girl's hand whiten. Oh, this was fun! The Fairy Mother thought, cackling with glee.
"Harry," The girl said, "Will you tell that annoying ornament thing to stop it?"
The red haired boy chuckled, the dark haired lad, presumably Harry, turned towards the tree in bewilderment.
"Stop what?" He asked.
"The noises! Can you not hear the noises it's making!"
"Well – yeah, but, it's not that annoying."
"Yes it is!" The girl was shaking with fury.
The Fairy Mother cackled aloud this time. Nothing this amusing had happened since she told that pathetic Neville boy that his friends were sneaking out, if she remembered correctly, this was the same girl who had performed the full body bind on him. He had landed right underneath her shelf, oh, she had giggled all night about that! The Fairy Mother burst into laughter again at the memory.
"SHUT UP!"
A flash of light.
A wave of heat.
The sound of breaking china.
The girl pulled her outstretched arm back and pocketed her wand. She seemed perfectly calm now; she picked up her quill and began to write again.
The remains of the Fairy Mother's ceramic shell stayed scattered on the carpet underneath the Christmas tree. Forgotten.
"That wasn't necessary Hermione." Harry muttered, continuing with his transfiguration work.
"Oh shut up," she replied. "It was just a stupid Christmas Fairy."
Hermione never learnt that she was responsible for the final demise of one of the oldest, and evilest, creatures ever to haunt the Dark Forest.
COMPLETE!