Harry was crouched on his knees, his hands clasping his ebon head. The quidditch toned muscles of his body were shaking in a horror that was surely dark magical in its origin. "Mione," he whispered chokingly, a voice racked by effort and pain. "Mione, she's taking over my mind, I can't fight it much longer. It's too.. hard..."
"You must, Harry!" cried Mione, blinking back the tears in her eyes of of creamy chocolate. Those eyes were filled with such unbearable pain in seeing her bold strapping young emerald eyed love interest suffer that it was almost as if she was suffering more than Harry himself. "Long term use of love potion can cause brian damage! You must hold on until Harmony Hippogriff comes back with the cure for love potion! It will only be a bit longer!"
Harry rose onto his knees, his Armani robes bunching against the stone floor of the Astronomy tower. His bright green grass eyes stared at her in horrible bitter desolation behind their crystal glasses. They looked like two ripened limes, straining out of his face with pain and suffering. His handsome fine hands clenched into fists and the veins in his arms stuck out like wires.
"Oh Merlin Mione," he gasped, his breath seeming labored. "I ... must... hold... on... but I don't think I can-"
Hermione felt a snarl like a tigress roll out of her lips. Her coffee locks flittered about her hair in the moonlight in an aura of magical fury. Her brilliant eyes flashed like polished mahogany in the dark. She could not bear seeing the horror the foul evil Ginny Weasel tramp had inflicted on her treasured boy. "You are not alone, Harry James Potter!" she ululated, her voice singing like a crystal cymbal in the night. "I will not let you go through this torment alone! If Ginny comes, I will fight the slore myself! But for now! I will give you my magical strength!"
And Mione placed her hands in the centre of Harry's back, feeling the muscles ripple under the tight black Armani shirt. She closed her eyes and let her magical strength pour into Harry, pushing back against the tide of Ginny's loathsome mind control. Harry gasped as Mione's powerful magical strength filled him.
"Thank you, Mione," he said, in a voice much closer to his usual one, though it was still somewhat shaky. "But save some of your magical strength for yourself! You might need it if the filthy red haired slimy babylon woman shows up!"
Mione paused. She wanted to give all her strength to her precious boy, but she would be no use to him in a fight stripped of her powers. She looked up into the brilliant diamonds above, wishing Harmony would arrive. What was taking the blue-haired American so long? "Well, perhaps that much power will be enough to protect you..." Mione said thoughtfully.
Then the sound of tumbling footsteps distracted her. Someone was running towards the two of them. The moonlight shone on the person. Mione gasped as she saw the figure had red hair. Her pearly teeth clenched in anger.
"Ginny WEASEL!" She screamed into the night. The red haired figure suddenly stopped. Harry let out a small groan and clasped his head.
"What do you want, MUDBLOOD?" Ginny asked, cackling with evil laughter as she walked towards the boy who lived. "Trying to pretend you understand Quidditch again? Whatever it is, you might as well accept that Potter is my love slave!"
Mione snarled, unbelieving that the red-haired tramp could be so rude. She quickly stepped in between the Ginny slore and her boy. "Don't forget I can easily overpower you with magic, you tart! And I've found out your secret- a love potion! For shame, Weasel! No wonder you couldn't get real love since you're so ugly!"
Ginny's ugly, stupid-looking face contorted with foul hatred. Her dull, proturbent brown eyes burned with twisted cruelty. "IS that right mudblood? How would you know? You're not even a pureblood!"
Mione had had enough. Her wand was in her hand in a split second. "I'll get you for that one, Tramp! Stupify! Not that you aren't stupid enough already!"
The hex flew through the air like an invisible bullet. It was about to strike when something deflected it from Ginny's face. Mione gasped at Ginny's proud inbred smirk. Surely the diseased hooch had not gotten so powerful as to defeat Hermione Jane Sophia Minerva Granger? But no, something much worse had happened. Mione looked up, to see someone had apparated next to Ginny. Someone... horrible.
The man was over six feet tall, and his hight was enhanced by a huge pink mohawk which sprang from his waxed head. He was wearing a pair of leather trousers, huge boots and nothing else. His upper body was covered in tatoos of dragons, sea serpents and manticores. A huge gold ring protruded from each nipple. Thick rings covered his fingers and their were dark glasses on his eyes.
"OH YEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!" screamed the stranger, throwing one fist in the air. "I'm the mighty Lord NECROSIS, Dark Lord of America, and I'm here to show you limeys the BEATDOWN!" he jumped high in the air, shrieking out a terrible war cry.
Hermione gasped, shaking with horror. Was this the mighty Lord Necrosis? His dark power was even more terrible than that of Lord Voldemort himself. She could feel evil waves radiating off him so terrible she thought they were turning her very bones to ice. Ginny stood next to him, her greasy red hair gleaming in the moonlight, a foul smug smirk marring her already hideous face.
Ginny the tramp marched past Mione and pickced up Harry by the seat of his pants. "NOw you are mine, Potter!" she said, her broken mossy teeth shining in triumph. Harry gave one last heroic spasm of resistance, but even with Mione's power to help him, he still collapsed. His beautiful clover eyes went blank for a second, then were replaced by a repulsively phony saccarine expression of lust. "Ginny," he said, his voice filled with the monotonous stupidity that belied mind control. "You are as dazzling as a precious ruby, as sleek as a jungle cat, and as gorgeous as Paris Hilton."
Ginny's ugly face broke out into a leer of triumph, then she pulled Harry's face close to her and rammed her vile tongue down his throat.
Hermione raised her head into the sky and let out a scream of despair. Where was Harmony? Where was the American with her precious love-potion cure? She heard a crude giggling that snapped her back to reality. Necrosis was laughing at her cruelly.
"Ohhh..." he sneered in his surfer dude accent. "What's the matter, limey girl? You brits and your terrible teeth are going down! The whole world is soon gonna be mine!"
Mione bristled, offended at this insult to her teeth, which she considered very good. "I'll fight you, you monster," she whispered in clear, silvery tones. "I'll fight you because I love my boy and that makes me go on fighting even when it seems hopeless!"
She drew out her wand and prepared for the worst. Necrosis advanced towards her, cackling with evil laughter. Mione fired curse after curse at him, but they just bounced off his chest. He roared with mirth, mocking Mione's teeth.
Mione collapsed, spraining her ankle. Behind Necrosis's evil, mocking smile she could see Ginny kissing Harry, who had an expression of mindless bliss on his face. Tears poured down Mione's face. All was lost. Nothing could save them now. The uncaring stars looked down on them, and Mione realized that they were the same stars that had seen Lily and James die, so long ago.
Then she could hear feet running across the concrete, and a wonderfully familiar voice.
"It's me, Harmony!" the voice called. "I've got the cure!"