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Artimis

Cold, Hungry, and Mad as Hell

I've been good in my little stone prison for nearly twenty years now. 'Dead' longer than I've been alive. And to be honest I'm quite fed up with this, this bloody dragon shit! If I'm suppose to be as fucking powerful as Dumb-ass-dork said I am, then why the Hell haven't I been able to get myself out of this bloody rock?! Or better yet, why hasn't he found a way to get me out yet, or even try getting me out for that matter!

I get myself killed trying to save him and his school at the tender age of 16 and no one even tries to help me out of this shit? Oh come on! I died a virgin for Gods sake! You know, I bet if they had brought me back to America like Lilly had said in the first place, then the good old boys back home could have gotten me out of here easily.

Bitter as I may sound, you must excuse me Bob. I telepathically placate the giant squid, whose distempered thrashings nearly topple a boat full of fresh first years. But I should be one of the ones in that castle all warm and cozy by the fire, instead of sitting out here in the freezing rain with pigeon shit on my cloak! Said as it may seem it's true.. While the owl's know enough not to go on me the less intelligent fowl don't seem to take the hint. I'm cold, I'm wet, and I'm dirty┘ I most certainly don't deserve this.

In the list of things to do as soon as I am real again list┘ turning into my animagus form and clawing my way through a few dozen pigeons is the first thing to do. Maybe even hit up a KFC since I can hardly even remember what 'food' tastes like. Followed closely by hexing a few troublesome Gryffindor's and totally mauling the Head Master. Sure maybe I'll get expelled... but there's always a life of crime. Besides I'm Dead. What more can they do to me?

Oh there's a fun thought... Maybe when I get out of here I'll track down Voldemort; kick his arse, and take over. I'll have to make Draco Malfoy my bitch of course, who ever knew that, that pansy Luscious could have ever spawns such lovely offspring. And he has done such a lovely job of 'protecting' me these past six years, ever since his first year.

It was quite the surprise to me, let me assure you. When just 13 years after my petrifacation a mini Prongs under the name of Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. Lily's eyes gave it away though... At least some people were able to get some after school let out. Wonder if there's going to be any mini Moonies running about? Best not think of him though, times past, and cold forgotten hearts.

After graduation he never came back, never even said good-bye┘ not that I expected it mind you. He has his wolf to worry about, he doesn't need to be mooning over me as well. Ha┘ such pun-like humor from a living dead girl like me. At least Sirius had the decency to say 'Farwell' to his stonified friend. He even stopped by a couple years later when he was running from the aurors. Taking refuge in the Forbidden Forest near my corpse. Poor boy looked worse off than I do. Straggled and suffering from mal-nutrition. I think that his dog form even had a slight case of mange┘

I was right. The rat betrayed him, (fuckin' vermin) and the wolf left him all alone. My poor, dear pad foot. Of all my friend I think I missed him the most. He use to have such light about him, but I guess the strain of losing me, James, Lily, and apparently his brother as well... There really was no hope for him after that, he'd made too many enemies at school from being so much of an individual. A rather sexy individual might I add...

But I digress, my thoughts were on the young Malfoy. He's different

Apparently his mother told him about me, Narssisa always was one of the nicer Slytherin girls. Shame that she had to be Bellatrix's sister. Ahh yes it's back to that bitch again, In the past twenty years of my imprisonment I've had much time to think back upon the day of my 'murder'. She's near the top of my little list... Right between Snape, and Pettigrew.

Back to the boy! These past few years of entrapment in this stone prison has rotted my mind it seems. I'm starting to babble internally now, far worse than I ever did with words alone...

It was a few years ago now, then Draco was just a first year, that I first saw him, or he saw me I guess you can say. A few lusty Hufflepuff fifth years were leaning on the back of my stone cape as they made out beside the lake. Not an uncommon occurrence unfortunately enough for me. Apparently I am always a bit warm and therefore good enough to ▓snuggle▓ against when the winds became chilly. At time I wished my wand was usable so that I could zap myself unconscious less have to listen to the teens groping next to me, often made worse since I couldn't turn to see what 'exactly' it was that they were doing... Many gross and disturbing memories, believe me.

Any-way! It was one such bitter evening that young Draco decided to play a rather nasty trick on the two unsuspecting lovers. (Much to my enjoyment!) They were in the middle of a rather obnoxious snogging session when the blond first year let loose a hex that caused them to ooze horrid green slime from both their noses (not to be confused with normal boogers) as this substance happened to smell like a mixture of raw sewage and fish. Thanfully my nose no longer surved its purpose.

The two fled the scene rather quickly in an odd flurry of disgust and┘ well more disgust I suppose. Would have been laughing hysterically if my face had not been made of stone. As it were the boy responsible only let loose a self satisfied smirk before walking nearer to my still form. He looked so familiar... I if only I could remember.

"So you're the famous Alyson Grim are you?" The boy asked me as he wiped the little bit of slime off of me with a simple charm and flung it off in some random direction.

"Father really did a number on you didn't he?" He grimaced at the thought of his father, undoubtedly not a very good one whoever he may be.. Death Eater's are rarely loving parents I'd wager.

He was examining me with such intensity that it looked as if he half expected me to answer him. At this point the familiarities were oblivious; the slicked back blond locks, the pale complexion, those high defined cheekbones, and those awe inspiring ice blue eyes. Eyes of the Devil maybe... Lucius Malfoy. Poor boy never stood a chance. I thought with not a small amount of sorrow. Sins of the father and all that jazz, the Dork Lard probably already has his eyes on him. Poor boy...

"My name is Draco Malfoy." He told me with an almost somber expression on his face as he knelt before me in the autumn leaves of reds and gold. Gryffindor colors, how ironic since he is almost certainly...

"I'm a Slytherin just like you were." a small smile on his lips as he said this, "My parents spoke of you often when I was younger. Mother still does in fact. In the stories she likes to tell from time to time. She was particularly hit by your loss, said that the two of you were mates when you were younger. My father...He never wanted to hurt you, you know, or so he claims. But they didn't really have a choice." looking at me now he pauses a moment before continuing. "You were different weren't you?"

His eyes were so gentle in that moment that my heart leapt for the child. Only 11 years old and still so tender after living in a house of murdering racist swine. I almost forgot that hex that he had preformed only a few short minuets ago.

This is no good little boy...