Hello ppls this is your
Reasonably Trusted Chief Semi Evil Minion Who Is Mostly Devoted To the Evil Overlord but Is Completely Devoted To Sparhawk and the Continuation of the Series and Is Willing To Perform Certain Forms Of Torture To Gain Said Continuation and, Finally, Also Has Special Privileges
Rather long isn't it, hehehehehehehe. Pure Evil. I am a minion of the Fiery Goddess of Ice, who is my Evil Overlord/Goddess. Though she is considering becoming overlady. Maybe you could review and tell me which you think is better.
I would also like to introduce my invisible friends (which only I can see, hehehehee) Beclyn and Squatch.
Beclyn: I am Beclyn, for those to dumb to figure that out. This is my being who I posses to right my evil fan fiction, hehehehe. I conveniently find sugar packets (owned by cafe's) and force them down her throught (is that how one spells it?). Anyway, her weird wrightings can be totally blamed on me, for I am her source of evil.
Squatch: and I am Squatch. I am the part of her weird imagination that comes up with evil plots. I also tell her when she is being stupid, or when her plots aren't going to work. I conveniently am able to pretend I am not there, when she feels the need to attack my with her evil string of Squatch. I cannot make any sense what so ever, as that is against all my beliefs.
Me: is it just me, or are you to being awfully formal about all this introduction?
Beclyn: great spelling there chief minion.
Me: that Chief semi-evil minion who is...
Squatch: this could take a while. I'll just write the story, while they argue.
When you cry I wipe away all of you tears,
When you scream I fight away all of you fears
Harry looked down at his books with a sigh. It was 1:30 in the morning and he had been reading his potions books for hours, trying to make sense of it all. All the information swarmed inside his head, yet he couldn't hold onto one single thought. None of this made sense to him. How was anyone supposed to try and remember the exact ingredients for the Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia cure? How was he supposed to know the ingredients when he couldn't even pronounce the name of it?
He closed the book, thinking he might go to bed, and continue his work in the morning. He walked slowly up to the dormitory, passing a couple of students, who seemed to be falling asleep against their books. He dragged his feet up the stairs, and practically leaned against the door to get it open. He flopped onto his bed, and took off his glasses. Closing his eyes, he relaxed his body, and after a few minutes fell asleep.
"Do you really think that you can escape?"
"Who are you?"
"You know me, you always have."
"What do you mean?"
"In your heart, you have always known I was the part missing, the other half. You have just never fully understood."
"Why are you here?"
"To warn you. Someone I know is plotting against you."
"Why, who, how do you know this?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Why?"
"I am sorry. Until you understand this emotion, I can do nothing to protect you. My real being has yet to realise these emotions as well."
"How can you be talking to me then?"
"I am simply his subconscious. I have been noticing this change for many months. I must go; if I stay much longer my being will become aware of this conversation. The outcome could be disastrous."
"Wait!"
Harry woke with a start. He looked around him, his vision blurred. Everyone else in the room appeared to be asleep, and at peace. Ron was snoring lightly. It still seemed dark. He looked at his watch and groaned. It was only 2:30. He had been asleep for barely and hour. He silently cursed the spirit, conscience thingy, whatever it had been. How was he supposed to get any rest when something was telling him his heart was incomplete? Sighing, he laid back down. Well, he knew he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep now, no matter how tired he was. No real point in just laying here waiting for the sun to come up. He decided he might as well go for a walk. He reached over to his trunk, trying to find his invisibility cloak, so that he would be found out, while walking, when his hand touched something leathery. Looking down, he saw Dobby, His big eyes wide with joy.
"Is Harry Potter alright?" Dobby asked, looking concerned. "Harry Potter was talking in his sleep, and you is very pale, sir."
"I'm fine." Harry answered sitting up. "What are you doing in here Dobby?"
"Dobby was cleaning, sir, when he hears noises. He walks in here and finds Harry Potter talking in his sleep. Was Mr Potter having nightmares sir?"
"No-not really. It's kind of hard to explain." Harry thought for a moment. "Dobby, would you be able to do something for me?"
"Anything sir," Dobby squealed delightedly, as always extremely pleased to be of any help to Harry.
"I was wondering whether you would be able to keep an eye out. See..." Harry paused for a moment. He decided to tell Dobby about the dream. If there was anyone e could trust not to make fun of him it was Dobby. "My dream was kind of weird, Dobby. There was this voice telling me that its owner had a crush on me. I know this sound a bit stupid, but would you be able to keep an eye out and tell me if you see anyone who seems to be acting weirdly. Do you know what I mean?"
"Dobby would be honoured, Sir" The elf seemed almost overwhelmed with the idea of helping Harry. "Dobby will find Harry Potters lover, so that Harry Potter can find true love." His eyes seemed to be filled with tears of joy.
"Dobby, have you perchance been reading or watching any romances lately?"
Dobby smiled, and then with a loud crack, disappeared. Harry looked around. What could he do now? Should he tell Ron, and Hermione? That question was an almost immediate no. They would never let him live it down. He decided just to keep it quiet, at least until he figured out whom he's "lover" was. Searching his trunk he found his invisibility cloak and as quietly as possible left the room. Slipping outside the common room, Harry wound his cloak tight around himself. He started walking, letting his feet go where they wished while he pondered on the possibilities. It couldn't be Hermione, she was now in a very deep relationship with Victor Krum, and probably wasn't Cho, they hadn't really talked since fifth year. But who could it be? The more he pondered the more puzzling the whole ordeal became.
He feet, working on their own, eventually found Harry at the "Room of Requirement". Harry looked up, as he realised where he was. Why on earth had he come here? Surprisingly the door was slightly ajar. Someone was already here. Frowning slightly, Harry peaked inside. The room seemed completely empty. Opening it slightly more, Harry was shocked to see that his worse enemy (at this school at least), Draco Malfoy, sitting on a single chair weeping. Harry was filled with conflicting emotions. Hate, for everything this little creep had done to him, Curiosity, for why was Malfoy crying, and finally, a small bit of sympathy. This last emotion confused him the most, why on earth was he being sympathetic towards this piece of shit? This bastard had been making his life miserable from the moment they became enemies. Still, Malfoy did seem to be in a lot of pain, emotionally. It baffled Harry as to why this stuck up, cocky boy could be upset. His grades were okay, he was being as mean as ever, nothing really nig had happened. His father had been in Askaban for nearly a term now. Why be crying over that now.
Harry considered turning around and just walking away, but his feet wouldn't let him. He continued to stare at the blonde boy, as he wept. After many minutes, seeming to sense he was not alone, Malfoy stood up, at turned towards the door. There were some people who could cry without looking to bad, but malfoy obviously wasn't one of them. His face was tear streaked, and blotchy. Without knowing why,Harry took off his invisibilitycloak, and walked into the room.Dracosaw Harry and quickly wiped away his tears with one hand, while reaching for his wand with his other. Normally Harry would also have pulled out is wand, but in Malfoys current state he didn't think he would much of a threat.
"What are you doing here Potter?" Malfoy tried to look his normal cocky self, but was failing miserably. Tears still flowed from his eyes, and he hiccuped from all his sobbing. Harry still feeling sympathetic, took a moment to regain himself.
"Just wandering what the little cry-baby was up to?" he replied, although his comment was half-heartedly made. Malfoy also seemed to see that Harry was in here to fight, and lowered his wand with a sigh.
"Get lost Potter, this is none of your business." he turned and sat back down on his chair. he slumped over. Harry walked inside the room, unsure of what he was doing. It would have been wise to just leave, but his feet seemed to have a will of their own.
"I didn't know you knew how to get into this place?" he said conversationally. "I personally would a picked a more cheerful setting though."
" Get lost Potter." Malfoy said from between clenched teeth. His head was in his hands and his shoulders shook from the sobbing. " Get Away From Me!" He screeched and suddenly stood up, and threw his chair at Harry, who ducked just in time. Harry fled from the room, and ran back to the common room.
Squatch: you are getting sleepy; you are slowly losing your will to do anything except my will. When you see the review, button thingy, you will have a compelling urge to write a review.
Me: Gack, what are you doing! Me-wanted-write-"
Beclyn: our evil minion seems to be experiencing some technical difficulties (which conveniently can only be cured by reviews). Those who give review to the needy (like us) will be rewarded by compliments, while those who don't will be either poked to death, or paper-cutted to death, hehehehehehe. Ahem, please review