Attack of the MarySue : Self Insertion
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'd like more though, so if you read, please review! Yeah, sorry for not updating in a while. I've had writers block and lack of reviews lol. Read and Review please! (Oh and obviously this fic will NOT be able to be cross referenced with the final Harry Potter Book).
I
Amelia squinted at Snape. She crossed her arms so they were pressed tightly against her chest, the stone floor leaving her a bit chilly.
"I'm a highschool student. I'm in tenth grade."
Draco lowered in wand warily.
"A... muggle? Are you a muggle?"
Amelia flinched badly. Her eyes were wide and glassy as her skin turned ashen grey.
"W-w-what did you c-call me?"
Hermione bit her lip.
"Muggle. A person who is not magical."
Amelia's hands flew up to her face and tears spilled out of her eyes.
"No!" She turned away and her shoulders began to shake. "Why is this... happening... I d-d-don't understand..."
Hermione walked over to Amelia, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. The muggle swatted it away. The Genius stepped back a little, but Granger would not give up.
"Come on... I'm sure this is all just a mistake... a misunderstanding."
Amelia's eyes were bright red as she turned to the two wizards and one witch.
"I-I'm... I'm so... disgusted with myself..." She wept some more. "How could I stoop that low? I wasn't even thinking! I was sleeping! How did I get here?"
Draco finally found his voice.
"What's your problem?"
The muggle hiccuped.
"I can't talk to you. I shouldn't be talking to any of you." She turned away. "I don't deserve it." She sniffed. "I-I... I somehow used the self-insertion technique..."
Amelia didn't have time to continue. Just then, a girl with hot pink hair and a C cup bust peered into the kitchen.
"Draco!" All four of the occupants of the room turned. "OH DRACO! TAKE ME! MAKE LOVE TO ME DRACO!"
Amelia gasped as Draco Malfoy quickly shot the thing down with a quick Avada Kedavra curse. As the being burst into sparkles, the muggle tilted her head to the side. Her tears were slowing as she sniffed.
"Ouch... that's a MarySue alright."
Snape walked over to her briskly, his cloak billowing behind him.
"How did you know that?"
Amelia looked up into the cold professor's eyes without a hint of fear.
"Trust me, I've dealt with these characters before, Snape."
The spying Death Eater narrowed his dark eyes.
"How did you know my name?"
The muggle had a bit of a smirk on her face.
"I know a lot about you. You're a Death Eater and your worst memory involves Harry's dad." She turned. "You're Hermione Granger, and you are Draco Malfoy." She held up her hand to silence them. "The reason I know this is simple. In my world, lots of people know about you. It's too hard to explain, but trust me when I say that I'm not supposed to be here and I'd leave if I knew how."
II
"I don't see why I can't go to my House's Common Room."
Professor Snape grumbled as he stalked down the secret passageway. Draco muttered something that sounded oddly like, "Deal with it, Gramps" but no one was sure. Hermione was lighting the way with her wand, and Amelia was looking at all the stone, her lips pulled back into a grin.
"Okay, here we are."
Hermione opened the door to a bunch of Gryffindor faces. They scowled at Snape, nodded blandly at Draco, but then stopped on Amelia.
Whispers instantly went up. People started backing away. The muggle was a bit put out, but she remained silent as she scanned the walls.
"Who is that?"
"Is she one of them?"
"What if she could turn into one? Like a booby-trap?"
Draco rolled his emerald eyes.
"Shut up. She's just a muggle." Amelia rose her eyebrows, as if not believing that Draco stood up for her. The Pureblood glared at her. "Trust me, if I had to deal with those whispers, I was going to go crazy. Don't get all mushy on me."
Instantly, all niceness was gone from her face.
"You wish."
A silence. Draco just huffed and sat down, crossing his arms. Amelia just rolled her eyes and sat down in a corner near the bookshelves, pulling a dusty book off of it. Ron Weasley whistled, nudging Harry Potter.
"Get a load of that muggle."
Fred and George chortled.
"Ha! She can't be all that bad!"
The twins bounded over to the girl. Hermione watched them joke with her, making her smile faintly.
"She's not from this world."
Harry and Ron did a double take.
"What?"
The Genius shook herself so she didn't stare at the girl who had now put down the book and was conversing enthusiastically with Fred and George.
"She knew all about Snape, Draco, and I." She looked into the fire. "Everything. Well, not everything but enough. Enough to convince me that... she's from some other sort of parrallel... plane."
Harry and Ron were silent for a while, until the Boy Who Lived spoke up.
"I would say that you've been reading too much science fiction... but that brain of yours has saved my life countless of times... so I'll buy that story."
Hermione smiled at her two best friends.
"Thanks."
III
"Why do we have to bring her with us?"
Amelia licked her lips, biting down an insult.
"Because I know a lot more about MarySues than you do! I know how to handle them, and how they are created."
Draco moved his hands to mimic her. Hermione slapped his arm.
"Stop it you two. You're being immature."
That got Amelia to shut up. The dynamic, now trio, were stalking the hallways. Hermione had leant Amelia some clothes and robes, but even the strongest of wands proved to be useless in her hands.
So Amelia asked George if he needed his Beater's bat anytime soon.
And that was how she got the bat. She was swinging it aimlessly, saying softly about how she used to play softball.
"Who are we looking for today?"
Hermione's posture was straight and her eyes had a determined gleam to them.
"McGonagall and Dumbledore."
Draco sighed and Amelia grinned.
"Dumbledore? Really?" She seemed to bounce with anticipation. "To meet him would be an honor... even where I come from..."
Hermione raised her eyebrows, but they heard a noise. All three of them ducked behind a suit of armor. Hermione peered around, gazing into the Great Hall. Her mouth went dry.
"Oh Merlin..."
Draco and Amelia stuck their heads out around the corner.
"Holy shit."
"There has to be thousands of them!"
The three of them shivered.
"Why did this happen to us?" Draco grabbed the collars of Amelia's robes. "You know! You said you knew everything about them! Tell us!"
The muggle seemed to have lost her intent on not liking Draco Malfoy. Her eyes never strayed from his as she pried his hands off of her robes.
"Look, MarySues were once human." She stared at them, as they moved in hoards in the Great Hall. Their breathy voices moaning. "The only thing I can compare them to is zombies." She got a blank stare from Draco and a tilted head from Hermione. "Okay, they have no soul. No flaws, no definite personality. Just what society thinks is perfect."
"The problem is, perfect gets boring, and boring in intense measures can kill a soul. At one time, when the MarySue was in the making, it's soul was probably normal. But... almost always... things go awry and the MarySue will never return to... being human."
Hermione bit her lip.
"How tragic..."
Draco crossed his arms, turning his nose upright.
"It's stupid! If they let themselves try to be amazing and perfect, they should have thought of the consequences."
Amelia nodded solemnly.
"If only more authors thought that way before losing themselves with power."
They were all silent until all three of them agreed that it was time to move. They could talk later.
IV
"Horseshoe."
Dumbledore's office door swung open. Hermione and Draco went inside as Amelia slowly staggered in, staring at the designs, touching the stone. She wasn't surprised about the moving paintings, but she still marveled them.
"Dumbledore! Headmaster!"
Hermione called out. Draco's eyes flickered on all the objects in the room. Amelia clutched George's bat, armed and ready.
"Headmaster?"
They all bit their lips.
"Lemon drop?" All three of them watched in amazement as their Headmaster came out, smiling merrily as though it was Christmas. "Or is it tea that you take now?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Sir... are you alright?"
Dumbledore nodded, slipping a few lemon drops in his mouth.
"Quite. Who is your new friend?"
Draco and Hermione looked behind them, to where the Headmaster was gesturing with his wand. Amelia was staring at him, a slight flush on her face. She bowed her head, her face now turning a fair shade of scarlet.
"My name is Amelia, sir." She coughed. "I'm a muggle from America."
Dumbledore raised a silver eyebrow.
"Really now?"
His queries were stopped at once when a small group of unison shouts were heard. Draco paled, if even possible, and grabbed the old man's hand.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here."
The three of them dragged Dumbledore out of his office and down the hall, towards McGonagall's classroom and quarters. Dumbledore adjusted his glasses as he jogged with them.
"What is going on? I didn't think that the school actually came together..."
Hermione sighed.
"Sir, you don't want to know."
V
Amelia waved them over with the bat. All four of them opened the door to the Transfiguration room. It was dark and dusty. Draco waved spider webs away with his wand. Dumbledore blinked away the smell of mold.
Hermione found the door that led to McGonagall's room.
"Professor!"
Hermione's curt knocking was met with a weak cry.
"Go away!" A cough. "Merlin... just leave this school..."
At first, Hermione was taken aback. But then, remembering the situation that their school was in, she knocked again.
"Professor, it's me, Hermione Granger! I take your class, I am best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley and I get top scores. I'm a bookworm and a Mugglebo–"
The door opened, cutting her off.
There stood the Transfiguration teacher. She was skinnier than usual, her cheeks and eyes sunken in. She trembled and Amelia quickly helped her down the stairs. McGonagall had tears in her wrinkled eyes.
"My dear girl, I didn't think you survived..."
She hugged Hermione, releasing Amelia. She even rubbed Draco's slicked back hair. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with tears as he looked at her.
"Minerva... what happened to you?"
The Transfiguration professor almost sobbed as she hugged her dear friend Albus close.
"Oh, Albus! I thought everyone was gone! Those... those things..."
Draco, Hermione, and Amelia all had to stand back, leaving the two teachers with some time to themselves. They all huddled in a circle.
"We can't just go around and rescue all of the teachers! I mean... we don't have enough supplies and food. We'll run out!"
Hermione gasped at Draco's statement.
"I can't believe you! How could you say such a thing?"
Amelia scratched her head, eyebrow raised.
"Maybe... maybe we should come up with a plan... to get rid of them... all a once..."
The other two magical beings fell silent, and now, for once, the muggle had their attention.
VI
A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. Did you like "Amelia"? Was everyone IC? REVIEW! Please. Lol.