Kyane woke up and blinked. Something was off-her mind was fuzzy and blurry. She had flashbacks of the incident which cost her her life, and grimaced bitterly.
Stupid Jason. Like I'll ever forgive him again.
Curse him. Curse him. Curse him forever, if she could, she would haunt him forever. She didn't want to know whatever he'd written in that stupid notebook, anyway.
She was sitting, it felt, on space. There was no temperature-neither hot nor cold. As she looked around her, speckles of color started showing. If she blinked, she could see something materializing around her. It was sparkling and shining. Was she being re-animated? If she was brought to life, she would slap Jason first and dash off to her mother, hug her and not let go for an hour. She would dance and jump, filled with joy, and sing Hallelujah endlessly. Please, please, she begged silently. I want to see my mom.
When the world around her finished materializing, she could see where she was. She had not seen it for years, and it was a miracle that she recognized it, but she was in a special place. One of her few memories of her father occurred in this place-a park, where he used to play with her when she was a child.
She waited. Waited for her father to appear. To try to convince her to go to the Land of the Dead, the Dark Depths of the Unknown, and persuade her out of spending the rest of eternity haunting Jason. However, her father did not appear. Angrily, she stood up and marched through the forest. She kicked piles of branches and threw rocks on the ground at trees.
"I hate you!" She screamed. "I'm dead now! Are you happy? Dead! Because of a stupid stupid stupid stupid book! I hate it! I hate it! I don't care anymore! See what I care about this stupid, meaningless park!" She threw another rock, and there was a sound of it hitting something solid, something else than a tree. Curiously, she poked around. What she discovered was a dusty old mirror. "I don't remember this," she spoke aloud to herself. What was there to conceal? Nothing.
She shook the mirror and tapped her finger against it. It seemed solid. She wiped the dust off it with her sleeve, wondering what she looked like now. A handsome boy's face showed up in the mirror, shocking her.
Is this the new catch for being reincarnated? She wondered. But why can't I just have my old face back?
The boy's face moved. He was focusing on something faraway. He had blonde hair and green eyes, and was wearing a neat gray-colored coat. He was also very attractive and but there was something strange about him. An ethereal green glow light was pouring from somewhere, and behind him were gray bricks of stone.
"Hm?" Kyane stared. "What's this?"
Suddenly, the image changed. It was of the boy walking around, back straight and something by his side. It appeared to be a pen. He was casually walking through a dark, wide hallway. In the shadows, there appeared to be five people following him. He looked around and one lunged for him. He took out a pen and shot a laser light at him.
"What the-IS THAT A WAND?" Kyane's eyes widened. "Is this the afterlife's estimated ideal resting place for me? A park with a mirror that plays the new Harry Potter movies that came out?"
"Imperio!" A voice hissed. It was quiet, but Kyane heard it clearly. The spell failed, as the boy dodged it.
"Don't think you can control me, mudblood! Trying one of the unforgivables, huh?" The boy snarled. "You're nothing but lousy filth." He fumbled with his wand and aimed it at the person who attacked them. "Errantes Aeternum!" The four other people, however, lunged for him and broke his concentration. They overpowered him, and proceeded to hex and jinx him.
The image in the mirror flashed and changed. There were a few hooded figures clustered together in a dark room. muttering and whispering to each other. One figure shifted uncomfortably, and for a few minutes there was silence. Then he spoke up.
"Did you hear, Malfoy? That fool, Avery, finally kicked the bucket thanks to some mudbloods. Never though those filthy Gryffindors would actually have a use!" The person cackled, and the room filled with dark and sadistic laugher.
"No! No!" Kyane yelled. She did not like the attitude of the boy, the way he had called his assassins mudbloods. It was outright and rude discrimination. However, she would not like this to happen to her. Death was something serious. She knew that she wasn't perfect, but she did not want anyone to be snickering or saying She deserved it.
"What?" A voice spoke. The hood fell down. She recognized the face as that of Tom Marvolo Riddle, who would soon become the most despicable figure in the Harry Potter Universe. He reached out a hand, and grasped the speaker by the front of his robes. He looked a lot like Christian Coulson, the actor who played him in the Chamber of Secrets. "What did you say?" He raised his wand, aiming it at his face.
"No! Please! Mercy!" The person begged. "I only heard of this!"
"Avery...died?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "Speak, or I'll Crucio you until you die."
"No! No! Not that! He only died yesterday night-nobody cares about him, anyways."
"Shut up, you worthless scum," Tom replied angrily. "He sure is lucky that he is dead, otherwise I would've cursed him too."
"What did you want with him?" Another voice grumbled.
"I had something to say to him. Crucio!" Tom yelled. He angrily exited the room. The mirror's surface faded into fog. Kyane started to yell indignantly.
"That's it? He's just dead? No! Wait! I need to know what happens next! Don't end it! I don't want this to torment me for all eternity! That's not fair!"
She raised her fist to pound against the mirror's surface. Her hand went through the mirror. Her eyes widened, as she lost her balance and fell forward. She closed her eyes, preparing for impact and bruises. Nothing happened. She opened an eye, surprised.
She wasn't in the forest anymore.
She was sitting in a room that looked familiar. There was a man who reminded her Horace Slughorn, only he looked younger-with a gingery blonde mustache and thick, slimy blond hair that had been slathered with brilliantine. He popped pieces of crystallized pineapple into his mouth idly. He was sitting comfortably in his winged armchair, laughing while chatting. Six or more boys sat around her, all young and handsome.
"Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?" One asked. There was no other than Tom Riddle sitting next to her. He had a smile on his face but a dangerous aura was circling him. She shivered slightly.
"Tom, Tom, if I knew I couldn't tell you," Slughorn pretended to chastise Tom while winking at him. "I must say, I'd like to know where you get your information, boy, more knowledgable than half the staff, you are. What with your uncanny ability to know what others shouldn't, and your careful flattery of people who matter-thank you for the pineapple by the way, you were right, it is my favorite-I confidently expected to rise to Minister of Magic within the next twenty years. Fifteen, if you keep sending me pineapple, I have excellent contacts at the Ministry."
"I don't know that politics would suit me, sir, I don't have the right kind of background, for one thing." Tom smiled coyly, sounding modest.
"Nonsense, couldn't be plainer you come from decent Wizarding stock, abilities like yours. No, you'll go far, Tom, I've never been wrong about the student yet." A golden clock sitting on Slughorn's mahogany desk chimed. "Good gracious, is it that time already? You'd better get going boys, or we'll all get into trouble. Lestrange, I want your essay by tomorrow or it's detention. Same goes for you, Avery." Slughorn nodded amicably at Kyane, who felt nervous. I'm Avery? That can't be my first name. Uhhh, quick, come up with a smart way to find out first name. Come on, flatter him, be like Tom.
"Why sir," she smiled charmingly, trying not to be shocked as a British accent flowed out, "No need for formalities, you've been my professor for long enough now. You can simply call me by my first name. Go on." Some of the boys snickered and Tom very subtly rolled his eyes, still pretending to be modest and shy.
Ha! Kiss-up! I totally outwitted you in flattery, a voice with an accent yelled in her brain. Take that!
"Well, if you insist, Mattheus. Remember, your essay," Slughorn looked surprised, but he chuckled nonetheless. "Shoo! It's the eleven o' clock warning."
Kyane smiled weakly, and looked around bewildered.
What the-? I can't move my legs! The accented voice exclaimed.
Who are you? She asked confusedly. Are you the real Mattheus Avery?
You're a figment of my imagination! Yes, I'm Mattheus. Why aren't my legs moving-!
"Come on, shove off," a boy stood up and whispered to her. Confused, she stared at him and obliged. She stood up. The boy discreetly kicked her in the shins once they exited Slughorn's office. "Mister High and Mighty Tom has a chitchat with Slughorn, and you know that. Move quick!"
Well, you sound like you've made friends, Mattheus, Kyane snarkily remarked.
You shut up. I'm not helping you, Avery snarled. Gimme back control of my body and I'll help you out of the mess.
I can't, I don't know how. You can have your body back for all I care, chauvinist. I can get out of other people's messes when I want to, thanks. I suppose you wouldn't mind if I got your body all beaten up? Your face completely bruised? Then left you to deal with fifty angry mobs? Even worse, killed by Muggleborns? Well?
You just said you can't leave! I refuse to answer.
Kyane walked down the hallway, cursing and muttering angry words at Avery. She bumped into somebody.
"Leave me alone," a girl spoke darkly. "I'm tired of being played around by you, you coward." What-? Avery, what is going on? Avery refused to answer. She bumped into a few more boys and girls with similar angry mutterings. She was confused. She remembered the Muggleborns who had stormed down and killed Avery. She could recognize them in the crowd moving through the Great Hall. People glared at her.
"Culpa!"" A voice yelled. She tripped and fell. "Sternutatio!" Help, Avery! Not helping. She sneezed. Another boy stepped forward and hissed "Av-" Kyane panicked.
"Errantes Aeternum!" The boy's face turned into a look of shock. He turned purple, his limbs went out at odd angles and blood started coming out of his pores. He choked and fell over, suffocating. His friends stayed away, then with a moment of realization, they rushed him to the hospital wing. Avery cackled sadistically. Haha, that's what you get for mingling with purebloods, Mudblood. Wait-You-! I hate you! Avery suddenly was yelling at Kyane, angrily. That was supposed to be my secret spell! I meant to keep working on that until I could show it to Riddle! You...I'm not forgiving you for this. Die. Die!
Already did. You will too, and you would have already, Kyane growled. She gasped as she saw the effects of the spell.
"I'm so sorry-I-" She turned towards the badly injured boy, near death. Needs to be worked upon until it kills, Avery commented before sulking.
"Go away!" The boys friends yelled as they quickly escorted him to the hospital wing.
Kyane now knew why Avery died. Avery died because he was hated.
Well, thanks a lot. I think I now know what Jason was trying to tell me, Kyane muttered. At least I died loved. You died because everyone hated you and ended up ganging on you. When is that? It seemed to be at the end of this year. No response. Well, I have no intention of dying while I am you. If I must, I suppose I shall clean up the mess you started and get rid of your enemies before they murder me.
Just you do that, I highly doubt you can.
"Watch me," Kyane replied.
Author's Note
Raven walks onstage holding a clipboard. There is a large pile of papers with complaints.
"Due to confusion, we would like to add that writing in italics means thoughts. So, if you see Jason, you are an idiot, then that means Kyane is thinking and not saying that sentence aloud. The same goes for Avery, written in bold italics-the bold is so you can tell it's Avery, and the italics is to show that Avery is thinking. Avery and Kyane are communicating by thoughts, because Kyane is in Avery's body and Avery has control over only his mind."
Ella walked onstage, and yelled "Que le chat te mange, et le diable mange le chat!"