Taken Over
by unwritt3n xx
Chapter 2
Abigail
'Hermione' left her dorm with great confidence, and was becoming someone no one ever thought she could be. She was walking towards the Great Hall, swinging her hips simultaneously, that was covered by a pair of very fitted black leather pants. She was also wearing a black tank top that was very low cut, and showed part of her incredibly flat stomach. Her hair wasn't straight, but it wasn't curly, either. It had the beachy look, and it was her natural hair color, but somehow she managed to put black and blonde highlights into it. But she also had the amulet hanging around her neck. I guess all I'm trying to say is, that she was no goody-two-shoes anymore…at least not this girl. She was bad…and when I say bad…I mean, bad.
Once she had gotten to the Great Hall doors, she gave one flick of her wrist, and they opened with a loud disturbance. Everyone turned to see who had made that awful noise. No one recognized her at first, but as soon as they realized who this person was, they were left in complete shock. Especially the guys…the girls looked like the had an attitude problem…
"Hermione?" a raven-haired boy, whose hair was completely out of place, with glasses and brilliant green eyes asked her, while he started to walk up to her.
"What do you think you're doing, speaking to someone who is much superior than you?" was 'Hermione's' reply.
The boy stopped in his tracks, and looked confused. This was not his Hermione. There was no bloody way that someone as kind as her could act like that…or dress like that, for that matter!
"Abigail…?" Albus Dumbledore inquired calmly, while curiosity was getting the best of him.
"Yes," she said, "I'm back."
Everyone was either staring at Dumbledore or 'Abigail'. Some were whispering along with their peers and some were looking utterly horrified.
'Abigail' then turned to her right and spotted the raven haired-boy again, but this time, he was sitting with a fiery red-haired boy about his age, who were both looking at her in shock. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone else. This time it was a blond boy with silvery-gray eyes, that were literally glowing. He was quite good looking from 'Abigail's' point of view. He was quite tall and muscular. He was also staring mouth ajar and wide-eyed, in complete shock, but at the same time, eyeing her in complete admiration. He had no idea that a filthy, little mud blood could look like that.
'Wow, Hermione's really blossomed,' he thought absentmindedly, before he caught himself. 'No! Did I just call Granger, Hermione? Yes, I did. Urgh! She's Granger! A friend of Harry-Bloody-Potter! A "mudblood", a "know-it-all", and a "bookworm". ITS GRANGER!' he thought, furiously.
'Abigail' looked away from Malfoy, and started over towards the Gryffindor table, still swinging her hips, and stopped right in front of Harry. She looked down at him curiously, then said, "Who are you?" with sudden interest and a bit of disgust in her voice. Harry stayed silent.
"You may speak."
"I'm Harry Potter," replied Harry, who was now standing up, and glaring menacingly at her.
"Well, Harry Potter, I am not pleased to meet you," said 'Abigail'. "Adorior," she said with another flick of her wrist, and Harry was now off the ground.
"Now, where was I?" asked 'Abigail' all sweet and innocently. "Oh, yes, I remember now."
"Accendo," 'Abigail' said pointing her right hand with her middle and fore finger tucked away and was pointed at the High Table, which burst into flames. Everyone gasped, while she smiled in satisfaction. All the professors jumped back in surprise, and Dumbledore quickly said an incantation to make the fire freeze. He got a glance of the amulet around her neck, and whispered to McGonagall, "We need to get the amulet off of her somehow by hand."
"Yes, but how?" replied McGonagall.
"Someone's going to have to get close to her."
"What about Potter?" she asked, looking worriedly at the levitating boy.
"We could try, but its going to be complicated," Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eye.
'Abigail' was now getting very annoyed with the old man, and this time said, "Aboleo!" This caused the glass in the windows to shatter, which left a few girls horrified.
As a reflex, Dumbledore raised his wand and said, "Reparo!"
"What do I have to do to make you stop ruining my plans?" she asked with an irritated sigh. Then 'Abigail' was struck with an epiphany. 'Abigail' again rose her right hand with her middle and forefinger tucked back, but this time she had it pointing straight at Dumbledore. "Dormio!" she exclaimed as Dumbledore was jolted with a blue light and was knocked out. "I can't believe I didn't think of that before," finished 'Abigail' with an evil smirk, and now with her hands on her hips.
"Now…" she started as she walked towards the fiery red-headed boy, "Who are you?"
"R-R-on Weasley," he stuttered feeling completely afraid.
"Well, Weasley…are you friends with big-headed Potter up there," asked 'Abigail' who was now looking up at Harry, and Ron following her gaze.
"Uh…" he started not sure what to say. "Um…yes," he finally answered after a long pause.
"Well then…here's you reward," she said. "Adorior!" With another flick of her wrist and he flew up, right next to Harry. "Are you two close?" she asked with a sly grin.
"Yes," grunted Harry, as Ron stayed silent.
"Well, you're about to get closer," she replied. "Conflicto!" she yelled with both arms raised, and a blinding white light hit them both, and they collided. With that, they fell fifteen feet from the air, and landed on the Gryffindor table, unconscious. "I told you, you'd be closer," she said while turning around, and watching out of the corner of her eye, people gathering around the two boys.
"You two," she said motioning to Crabbe and Goyle, over at the Slytherin table. They looked up in surprise, while Crabble opened his mouth and some potatoes he was currently chewing, fell out and onto his plate. 'Abigail' looked completely revolted.
"Huh?" asked Goyle.
"Follow me," 'Abigail' said, and with another flick of her wrist and the word, "Adsector."
Crabbe and Goyle got up, and followed right behind her, and out of the Great Hall, hypnotized. But with a look back, 'Abigail' saw the blond boy again. She saw that he was staring at her (well, mostly the whole school population was), so she winked at him. Malfoy then broke the stare and looked down, completely surprised.
'She winked at me? Why'd she do that?' he thought, but another thought in his head said, 'You know you liked it.' he replied, 'Oh, shut up, brain!'
And leaving many stunned students and professors behind, she walked off.
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After 'Abigail' had left the Great Hall, the students and professors there, were still quite shocked. Harry and Ron were still lying on the Gryffindor table, knocked out, and Professor Dumbledore asleep, about a foot away from the High Table.
"Oh, dear," said Madame Pomfrey. "We better take Albus, and not to mention Potter and Weasley," she said while looking down at where Harry and Ron lay with pity, "to the hospital wing, so I can fix them up straight away."
"Yes, yes, you do tha,." said McGonagall while getting up to the front.
"Attention!" she exclaimed. "Prefects will lead their Houses to their dormitories, and teachers will all meet in the hospital wing!" she continued when no one moved. "QUICKLY!"
"What do we do, Minerva?" asked Madam Pomfrey, after she used the Levitating Charm on Harry, Ron and Dumbledore.
"We will do as I said; we'll meet in the hospital wing," replied McGonagall, "but I've got to do something first."
"And what might that be?" asked none other than greasy-haired, big-nosed, Severus Snape.
"That is for you to find out later, isn't it, Severus?" said McGonagall, as Snape now looked highly taken-aback.
--TBC--
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.