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Salem stared at him, then he burst out laughing. "YOU? A witch? That's rich!" he said, trying to stifle his cackling. Harvey frowned. "What's so funny about that?" he asked. Salem gasped for breath. "The Witches Council doesn't turn mortals into witches, and if they did, they wouldn't pick the most common one alive" Salem said, giggling. Harvey crossed his arms over his sweather. "Listen, Salem. I don't know much about magic, I'm a pretty ordinary person. I had a girlfriend for five years and never even suspected magic at all. When I found out she was a witch, I left her. Then, I saved her from that other guy. I proposed to her and we're going to get married. All I know is that I love Sabrina and that I want to spend the rest of my life with her, even if it means sacraficing my mortality" Harvey explained.
"Is the cheesy speech over yet?" Salem yawned. "Yes" Harvey said, inhaling. He had lost all breath. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Other Realm but I can't guarentee they'll turn you into a witch" Salem said, sighing and leaping off of the bed and heading towards the linen closet. Harvey followed, Salem kicked the door and it burst open and they stepped through followed by the usual bolt of lightning. There was a rush of colorful rainbow sparkles, encircling Harvey and he felt white hot pain flowing through his veins. He felt like a vampire was sucking out all of his blood. Salem was perfectly calm. "How can you stand it?" Harvey yelled, grunting in pain. "Oh, it only hurts mortals. I told you it wouldn't be easy" Salem said calmly. Harvey felt like his head was blowing up, his heart was going to explode. But, he kept his ground.
They entered what looked like a normal office. Then, from out of nowhere, Living La Vida Loca started playing out of nowhere and they were in what looked like a Spanish country. There was jazz music playing everywhere, people talking in strange languages and belly-dancers that looked like they had originated in Arab. Harvey gasped at the sight. "Whoa, I had no idea an office could be so fun" he said, smiling. Salem frowned. "Oh please, wait until the head of the council sees this" Salem said sadistically. All of a sudden, a large man wearing glasses and stringy black hair stepped out. He looked overweight. "Okay, enough parties! I'm back, now back to work" he commanded. He had this powerful aura about him, it was very charismatic. Everyone got back to work immediately and the Spanish theme disappeared.
"Wow, how did you do that?" Harvey asked, turning to the large warlock. "Magic, isn't it obvious?" asked the warlock. "Oh by the way, who are you?" Harvey said. "Drell, head of the Witches Council. Who are you?" Drell replied. "Harvey, Harvey Krinkle. Sabrina Spellman's fiancee" Harvey introdouced, sticking out his hand so Drell could shake it. Drell didn't return the friendly gesture and Harvey frowned sadly. "Sabrina Spellman? That name rings a bell. Is she still a half-witch with a Quizmaker?" asked Drell cynically. "Uh, no. No Quizmaker" said Harvey. "Oh, is she solving her family secret and being pushed into a volcano?" Drell retorted. "Uh, no. No family secret" Harvey answered.
"Oh, is it possible she's still tutoring Dreama, the beginner witch?" asked Drell. "Dreama's not a beginner witch anymore, she's got her license now. And, Sabrina finished the tutoring" Harvey said, smiling with pride.
"You mean she's actually a full-witch now?" Drell asked. "Well, she's twenty four and she got her license at eighteen. So, you could say yes" Harvey said, beaming. Sabrina had come a long way since sweet sixteen.
"Wait, she turned 24? Where has the time gone? Last time I saw her, she was just 16" Drell said, a little ticked off at the thought. He had never really thought that Sabrina would of accomplished every task the council put out for half-mortals. "Anyway, I came to talk to you about something. I want to become a witch" Harvey replied. "Warlock" Drell corrected. "Whatever, warlock. Sabrina is in danger and I need to help her" said Harvey. "How come you can't just help her the way you are?" Drell asked suspiciously. "Because, she's in Peru and if I take the plane, I'll never get there in time to save her from Amber" said Harvey. "Amber, that name rings a bell. But, she was turned into a cat thirty years ago, two days after Salem Saberhagen. She's supposed to have one hundred and seventy years left to her punishment, taking over the universe is a big deal" Drell said. Harvey's heart almost stopped, he almost had a heart attack. "Taking over the UNIVERSE? She told us she was turned into a cat because one of Salem's minions told you that Salem was a pawn in her plan and lied about her to the Witches Council so she'd be punished for being there" Harvey explained. Drell laughed loudly at the thought. "Is that what she told you? She always was a flirtatious liar, that girl. Amber wasn't as innocent as you think she was, she never wanted to help others and use her magic to help mortals. She was a selfish, spoiled brat. Let me tell you the real story" Drell said, clearing his raspy throat.
"Amber O'Grady (that's her full name) was born to be bad. Some mortals are born to be wild. But, Amber O'Grady was born to be bad. Even when she was a toddler, she was a bad apple. She always liked to play tricks on her mother. One day, her mother took her to see the volcano. She knew it was dangerous, but she never suspected anything wierd was going to happen. It cost her her life. Amber was always very strong for her age. She was only three years old when she pushed her mother into the pit of lava and stole her life. Delilah O'Grady was a perfectly normal witch; sweet, kind and very beautiful. She always wanted to help others with her magic, but Amber took it all away from her. Delilah had planned to find a way to use magic to save the rainforest, end world hunger and bring world peace to the planet. Unfortanately, her plans were also burnt up in the lava of the volcano" Drell said, lowering his head.
"Now, on to her father. Rupert O'Grady always did all he could to make a difference in the world. He had a certain obsession with mortals and he decided to move to the mortal realm so he could get away from the memory of his dead wife and find someone else that could help ease the hurt of the painful loss. He moved to the mortal realm and decided to get married again and raise a family. He also took up a job as a highschool teacher. He taught at Westbridge High for four long years, then he met another young woman. She resembled Delilah strongly and his old feelings for Delilah returned in Sharon Young. They got married and soon Sharon was pregnant. The baby was due in six months when they discovered it and they were going to name it Delilah in respect for Delilah O'Grady. Amber had turned nine, but she kept being her naughty old self. Over the past six years of her mom's death, she continued to play awful pranks on her schoolmates. She played the worse tricks on mortals, she despised mortals and always saved the meanest things she cooked up in her foul, evil mind for them. She hated her father for marrying a mortal and she hated Sharon for tainting their pure bloodline of full-witches. The baby was definately going to be half-witch because of Sharon's so-called "bad blood" in her side of the family. So, Amber did what she thought she needed to do; she killed the baby. Sharon was cooking spaghetti for her future family and she turned to Amber asking if she liked some".
FLASHBACK:
Nine year old Amber was sitting in her chair, glowering at the spaghetti she was going to have to eat. In her mind, that food was none the less of poison. A mortal cooked it, and everything a mortal touched in her book was trash. She refused to eat mortal trash. Sharon turned to Amber, smiling brightly. "Would you like some spaghetti?" she asked, holding out the pot of pasta for her. Amber glared at her and her eyes turned furious fuschia. Her voice turned demonic and she growled; "I don't want your fucking crap". Sharon gasped at Amber's language. "Young lady, go to your room!" she ordered, pointing to the door that led to Amber's room. Amber smirked evilly.
Then, she got a innocent smile and said in her best baby voice; "I'm so sorry, Mommy. Can I hug you?" she asked, pulling her arms out for a bear hug. Sharon got closer and embraced the rotten, evil child in her arms. She didn't see Amber's smirk. She pulled out a dagger and stabbed Sharon in the heart, hit her in the head with the pot of pasta, knocking her unconcious. Then, she kicked her straight in the womb, where the unborn child was growing inside her. Sharon laid there for forty minutes before Rupert came home from work and found her brutally murdered in cold blood. She was lying in a pool of her own blood, her head had been completely demolished, she had suffered a stroke and a heart attack at the same time, she had a concussion, she was unconcious, the skull was cracked and the baby had died. Also, her heart had been ripped out and was still pumping dark blood all over the once clean kitchen floor. And right next to the gruesome murder scene, young Amber was coloring a picture, looking as sweet and innocent as your average nine year old girl. Rupert called 911 and it was declared Sharon was dead, along with her future daughter Delilah. Rupert cried over the loss of his future wife and unborn child.
Harvey felt sick, he had kissed that awful murderer. Not intentionally, but Amber had laid her dirty, disgusting murderer lips on his cheek and lips. He thought he was going to throw up, but he held down the waves of nausea.
"Did they arrest Amber for murder?" asked Harvey, tears welling up for the death of Sharon Young and the unborn baby. Drell shook his head sadly and frowned. "No, they figured Amber was sleeping and someone broke into the house. They arrested Sharon's father because he had abused her as a teenager and figured he was angry at her for marrying someone they never really met. Later, Rupert comitted suicide on Amber's tenth birthday. Amber laughed hysterically at all three funerals, she enjoyed the suffering and pain on people's faces. She loved the smell and feel of death, she loved death. All through middle school and high school, she continued this awful pattern. Killing mortals, breaking people's hearts and destroying their souls. She ruined friendships, tainted relationships and betrayed everyone that got close to her. She didn't want any friends, she wanted to hurt them all and she didn't care if they knew. "She didn't care about anyone, but herself. She became fascinated with the occult, worshipped Salem Saberhagen and she made everyone believe she was a sweet, innocent Pilgrim girl. To her teachers and fellow students; Amber O'Grady was a perfect mortal girl. She was sweet, kind, helpful and a Christain. She went to church every day and made it look like she was praying to God and Jesus, but she secretly prayed to Satan all the time. Everyone thought Amber was perfect and couldn't make a mistake. She was flawless, she was wonderful. She was beautiful, she was student council president. She was queen bee, she was the most popular kid in school. She got straight A's, she joined the cheerleading squad. She made the Honor Roll, she was prom queen. She had a happy, healthy loving boyfriend that she evantually got engaged to in their senior year, before he died in a car accident. Then one day, she decided she wanted to destroy everyone and everything. She was going to take over the universe, then blow it up. Thankfully, we stopped her and she was turned into a cat for 200 years. It should of been even more though. I truly despise that girl, she's pure evil. She doesn't care about anyone, she hates everyone" Drell explained.
Harvey ran to the bathroom and puked. He couldn't believe that sweet, innocent kitten they had taken in at the doorstep was a cold-blooded, conniving, manipulative dark-hearted murderer that killed, hurt and destroyed so many innocent people. Drell took a glass of water and sipped it, his throat was dry from all the talking.
"Now, Harvey. Before I turn you into a warlock, you have to go through three intense tests. They'll test you psychically, emotionally and mentally. Are you ready?" Drell paused dramatically. Harvey nodded. "I'm ready".