How to describe Lavender Brown…Chaotic Good?

I do not own Harry Potter nor am I affiliated with the makers of the Fate abridged series (but check it out, it's pretty fantastic).

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Lavender came walking out of the girls' dormitory the next morning. Seamus was muttering something under his breath. He was wearing a black eyepatch and a white ribbon of bandages around his arm for…some reason.

Had he dressed like that in the last timeline? She tried thinking back.

It was difficult to say…Seamus had always been a background character, so…

She shrugged it off,

"Hey, Seamus."
"No." Seamus spoke up, "There is no Seamus. There was never a Seamus. I am Zero of the balance. Born of the forbidden union between a devil and an angel in my past life!"

Lavender blinked,

"Okay?" She tilted her head to the side, then realized, "Ah. Like in the manga I sent to you for Christmas?"

"The Holy Books."
"Sure." Lavender shrugged her shoulders.

"By the way, the current chosen one of this life wishes to see you. He says you have set him against his godfather who was not on the side of the dark as you had proclaimed."
"Ah…" Lavender furrowed her brow.

In her mind she wondered if she was going to have to interpret 'chuunibyou' for the next seven years.

"Oh." Lavender realized, "Harry had been taking my joke about godfathers being members of the mafia seriously all this time and finally realized it wasn't true?"

Seamus nodded his head, eyes severe.

"Oh boy."

He wasn't going to be happy.

"It was really just a joke! I didn't think he'd take me seriously." Lavender pouted, then crossed her arms.

Well, what now?

She shook her head,

"I really should be getting to breakfast. I have a big day ahead of me. Start of a new term. All the new magic being taught in class, avoiding Harry for a bit until he calms down…" Lavender paused, "Alternatively…"

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"Gonna get magical up in here!" Lavender shouted as she ran back and forth in front of a tapestry portraying a bunch of trolls learning ballet like a madwoman.

Really, she'd been meaning to do this for a long time now and not doing it and going to classes would just be putting it off longer.

Really, it had nothing to do with the fact that an angry eleven-year-old boy was likely plotting his vengeance for the foreseeable classes (How had she ever been sorted into Gryffindor?).

Horcruxes…Horcruxes…Horcruxes…I need to gather all the horcruxes and have the means of destroying them!

A door appeared where there had previously not been a door.

Success!

Lavender opened the door to the room of requirements only to feel terribly disappointed.

There, in the middle of the room was a stand with a shiny, silver diadem with a blue gem hanging down the center.

Okay, that was probably a horcrux…

And beside that was a vial labeled Phoenix Tears.

"Hm…I was hoping for all the horcruxes…but I guess one will do. Alright! Let's do this!" She ran into the room, slamming the door behind her.

She uncorked the phoenix tears.

"Is this really going to work? Do I just…pour it?" Shrugging her shoulders, then did just that.

Steam came off the ancient artifact, which then turned a most interesting shade of black.
The wraith of Voldemort came out of the thing screaming.

Lavender took a step back in surprise.

And then the black ghost…thing was dragged downwards, shattered in a burning inferno. She thought she might have heard a phoenix's song (though she may have imagined it).

Lavender then picked up the diadem and looked it over.

Not a scratch.

Did that mean it could still be used for…whatever it had originally been used for?

Should she hold onto it? At the very least, she should probably tell the headmaster that she'd managed to destroy one or…purify one? Who would have thought phoenix tears could do something like that? It was certainly easier than procuring Basilisk venom or casting Fiend Fire on the thing.

Lavender left the room of requirements deciding this was something to bother Snape with.

As she wandered down the halls and down the stairs, she came running into Hermione Granger of all people.
"There you are!" The bushy-haired girl had a frown on her face.

Uh oh. She knew that look.

That was Hermione Granger's legendary Lecture Mode look.

"Do you know I've been looking everywhere for you? Professor McGonagall wanted to know why you weren't in class."
"Uh, well…" Lavender began.
"There's no excuse for skipping classes, Lavender Brown." Hermione put her hands on her hips, "I don't care if those magazines you read say that it's 'cool' or that –"

She was probably going to go on for a while, Lavender thought.

" – Parvati wouldn't, even though she's your friend. Perhaps you ought to take a page out of her book, or magazine, if that's what –"

Hm…Lavender looked down at the diadem in her hands, then back up at Hermione.

She had heard the diadem had some pretty awesome powers…

"- With nothing but a waffle!"

Wait, what? What was she talking about now? She had, admittedly zoned out a few times. How long had Hermione been lecturing her again?

Eh, might as well go for it.

Lavender placed the diadem on Hermione's head.

"Wha? Whoa…" Hermione tilted back and forth, a peculiar expression on her face.

She seemed a bit dazed at first, and then she started to glow with a golden aura.

"Hermione?" Lavender asked, "Hermione?" She waved a hand in front of her face.

Hermione blinked, then straightened on the spot.

"You, girl!"

"Ha? Me?" Lavender wondered.

"Is there another girl around here?" Hermione inquired, "The year…it is…nineteen ninety-two, correct?"
"Yes…" Lavender trailed off, wondering what was going on now, "You okay, Hermione?"

"Hermione? Is that this girl's name?"
"Oh…fuck. You aren't Voldemort, are you?" Lavender was almost afraid to ask.

Hermione frowned,

"No."
Lavender let out a sigh of relief,

"Close call…So…who are you? Because you aren't Hermione."
"I am Rowena Ravenclaw. One of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Oh, fuck me!"
"You are a bit young for me, I'm afraid." Rowena-Hermione declined.

Lavender blinked, realizing she'd taken what she said as being a little too literal. She tilted her head to the side.

That wouldn't be a terrible way to go, actually…She shook her head of those thoughts.

"You are the child who cleansed my diadem?"
At Lavender's nod, she spoke again,

"You have my thanks. However unintentional it may be, however, it seems my diadem has absorbed some of my consciousness from before I died…Fascinating."
"Yeah…" Lavender thought this was just plain weird, really, "Er, and you can speak perfect, modern English?"
"I have acclimatized myself to your modern lingo using the knowledge of this girl."
Modern lingo? Lavender wondered.

"So…" Lavender wanted to get all of this straight in her head, "You're Rowena Ravenclaw? And…you're using Hermione's knowledge to…better understand the modern world? And…you're trapped in the diadem?"
"Fo shizzle." Rowena-Hermione responded (completely serious).

"Lavender! Hermione!" Harry came walking over towards them.

He did not look happy.

"Are classes over?" Lavender wondered.

"Yes…they've been over for the last twenty minutes at least." Harry frowned, "Why did you let me believe my godfather was a part of the magical Mafia?"

"Uh, more importantly, Hermione's currently being possessed right now by the spirit of Rowena Ravenclaw. Thoughts?" So, maybe she was deflecting a little bit…

"Hermione?" Harry turned to the girl, noting the diadem on her head.

"My name is Rowena Ravenclaw." Rowena-Hermione spoke, "You are acquainted with Hermione Granger?"
"Uh…" Harry's eyes widened with some panic, "Can you…bring Hermione back?"
"Of course."

Harry let out a breath.

"Though not now. I have many things I wish to do before I must be put back to sleep."
"Is Hermione cool with that?" Lavender just wanted to make sure.

"The girl is happy." Rowena-Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "I offered her the library within the diadem. So far, she hasn't made so much as a peep."
Lavender looked over at Harry and put a hand on his shoulder,

"I'm sorry, Harry. We may never see her again."
"We need…we need to tell Professor Dumbledore!" Harry paled, forgetting his previous anger towards Lavender.

"The current headmaster?" Rowena guessed, "I suppose that is fine…"
"Well…I guess we could go get Actually Satan to let us in." Lavender figured.

They were close to the potions classroom after all.

Harry didn't care, he just wanted to be sure Hermione was alright.

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Dumbledore looked between Hermione (apparently Rowena Ravenclaw), Harry, Lavender and Snape as they stood in front of his desk in his office. He then looked down at the medical report Poppy had given him after her examination of Hermione Granger and Rowena Ravenclaw.

He noted the diadem Hermione, now Rowena was wearing.

He picked up his tray of candies.
"Lemon drop?"

"A candy? Thank you." She picked one up out of the tray, "These modern confectionaries have such curious names." She popped it in her mouth.

Dumbledore took a candy for himself, sucking on the hard candy and looking around the room.

"I do wish to ask," Rowena looked over at the potions master, "Your name is Satan?"

"It is not!" Snape shot Lavender a glare, "My name is Severus Snape."

"I see…" She then looked to Lavender Brown, "Why do you call him Satan?"
"Actually Satan." Lavender corrected, then shrugged her shoulders, "It made perfect sense at the time. Oh, and this is Harry Potter, by the way. He's my sworn rival."
"Your…rival?" Rowena repeated, then turned to Harry, "So, you and this girl are tight?" She paused, "Tight…never thought I'd use that word that way."

"Er, yes." Harry figured that it was better to just go along with it rather than explain the weird complexities of their relationship.

Dumbledore cleared his throat,

"It is an honour to meet you, Lady Ravenclaw." In fact, he was having some trouble believing this was even possible…although he supposed, with the magic of the diadem it could have absorbed her consciousness before death had she been wearing it at the time…

"Am I to assume that Miss Granger is still inside your mind?"
"She is." Rowena dipped her chin in confirmation.

"And she is alright with these arrangements?" Dumbledore wanted to make sure.

"She is. I have allowed her into the virtual library inside the diadem. She can take control whenever she wants, since this is her body. I simply made a deal with her. Should she wish for her body back, she need only take it."

That…sounded about right, Dumbledore thought with a sigh.

"I would ask that she continue attending classes." He said, "But I suppose…if she wishes to continue with this deal otherwise, outside of her schoolwork then I see no problem."

Harry was about to protest, then closed his mouth.

He had a feeling…Hermione would never forgive him if he took her away from an ancient library.

Hermione's face was blank for nearly a minute. Then, she nodded.

"I have discussed it with the girl. She has given me the okay." She paused, "What a strange expression."

Dumbledore hummed, then popped another lemon drop in his mouth.

From what he could tell, the diadem wasn't feeding off of her. They'd run all the spells they could and if Miss Granger wanted to spend time in an ancient library, well, who was he to deny a student the opportunity to learn old magic?

"Ah, right." Lavender remembered, "Professor?" She drew his attention, "So…the diadem was one of those things that Voldemort left behind, but I kind of cleansed it in phoenix tears. A big black wraith came out of it and was destroyed."
Dumbledore's eyes widened. Until he reminded himself that diagnostics had come up negative for anything dark having to do with the diadem.

"Yes. The girl cleaned my diadem." Rowena confirmed, "I owe her a great debt for what she has done."

Lavender would have brushed it off, but…having one of the founders owe her? That would be so awesome!

"In that case," Lavender licked her lips, "There's an evil, Dark Wizard after Harry's life. You think you could teach the two of us how to fight?"

"Huh?" Harry wondered why he was being dragged into this.

"I could give you a lesson every now and then." Rowena said thoughtfully.

"Awesome!"
"Uh…that is pretty cool, I guess…" Harry admitted.

"Right, so, we good?" Lavender asked Harry.

"I…I guess…" Harry let out a sigh.