(HP) Misery in Company
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tsukinofaeriiMisery In Company 1/1
GWL Arc
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tsukinofaerii
Rating: SNIP
Alternate Timeline/Humor
Warnings: Violence, Profane, female/female
Spoilers: No spoilers
Series: Harry Potter
Pairings:
Summary: Harri and Dracaena face each other before the upcoming Quidditch match. But it's the wrong time for the girls to be losing their tempers. Complete short story.
This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Harry Potter was created and is owned by J.K. Rowling. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.
***
SLAM. The doors to the Great Hall swung open with an almighty crash. Harri Evans stormed into breakfast, wearing her Quidditch robes and breeches and a scowl that sent the entirety of Gryffindor House under the table for cover. Short in stature, tall in sheer bone-chilling rage, not even Professor Snape would have stood in her way. Without even glancing at the food-laden table, she stalked over to where the Gryffindor team members were hiding under the benches.
"Up! Now!" Her short black hair stood on end with the annoyed magic that radiated off her. The team oozed out of their hiding places, eyes wide. Veronica was noticeably absent.
Someone at the Hufflepuff table hummed a dirge.
Harri seemed completely immune to the terror she caused. "To the pitch! Now!"
The youngest member of the team, Adam, spoke up in protest. "But we haven't had breakfast."
"It'll weigh you down. Move it Gryffindors!"
Like lead shot out of a cannon, the Quidditch players ran for the Hall doors, blurs of red and gold. Harri cast a cold eye on the rest of her House. "I'll see you at the game." Turning sharply on her heel, she stormed out, leaving terrified quiet behind her.
***
"Evans."
Harri paused midstride, knuckles whitening as her grip on her broom tightened. "What do you want Black?" She turned around.
Dracaena leaned against her own broom with a casual elegance that made Harri's teeth itch. Girlfriend or not, she was the enemy on the Quidditch pitch. Just the sight of her made Harri's blood boil. On better days, it made her want to drag the other seeker into a dark corner kiss the smirk off her lips. Today, she'd rather just use her knuckles to get rid of it.
"You're going down, Evans." Frozen gray eyes skimmed her up and down, sneering. "I'm going to pound that pretty face of yours into the ground."
"You couldn't do it with a strap-on and a manual," Harri scoffed, lifting her chin and stepping forward. Without her usual heels, Dracaena was short enough to look her in the eye. "Or is Mommy going to help with that too?"
Rage flushed the blonde's cheeks an ugly shade of maroon. "Don't mention my mother, you half-blood orphaned dirt!"
Her breath was hot on Harri's cheeks, smelling of toast and marmalade. Just thought of food made her nauseous, and therefore angrier. She dropped her broom with a clatter. "What? Ashamed of your groveling, Dark Witch of a mother? I would be too!"
"At least my mother had the good taste to marry her own kind! You’re a disgrace!"
With a battle shriek that echoed down the halls, Harri lunged for her girlfriend. Dracaena met her midway, nails raking down the exposed skin of her face. The girls fought dirty, biting, hitting and kicking every opening they got. Harri pinned the blonde to the ground, using her hair as a handhold while she proceeded to bloody her perfect nose. Neither girl heard the Great Hall open behind them.
"Evans! Black! Stop that this instant!" Keene McGonagall rushed forward, wizard's hat askew. Harri fought as he tried to pull her off Dracaena, struggling to get back to pounding the insolence out of the Slytherin girl. McGonagall had her dragged back a meter when Dracaena kicked, trying to push backwards to safety. The blonde's heavy Quidditch boot connected squarely with Harri's jaw in a burst of white-sparked agony that quickly faded to black unconsciousness.
***
Harri stretched out her arms, slamming into the walls around her. The warm glass shimmered, but refused to break. It reflected back and forth in a string of unending corridors that stretched out as far as she could see and only as far as she could reach. Fractured reflections flashed at her, a piece of bare leg, a green eye, a sharp elbow. None of the reflections were whole, like staring through a tiny window only gave a glimpse of the other side. She pounded the mirrors again, scarred hands casting even more reflections in the reflections.
"Where am I?"
... I...
She whirled, banging a bony knee in the process. The voice bounced around like the pieces in the glass, turning into echoes. "Hello?"
... here...
This time she didn't bother turning, instead closing her eyes. The darkness was a welcome relief from the endless mirrors. "Where are you?"
"Right in front of you, Miss Evans."
That was not the answer she expected. Especially not when it sounded like Doctor Pomphrey. Cautiously, she cracked her left eye. A vaguely doctor-shaped blur hovered over her. "Back with us, I see." Her glasses were placed on her nose, solidifying the blob into a person. Candles filled the infirmary with gentle light, fighting the gloom that seeped in through darkened windows. "Quite a concussion Miss Black gave you. You've been out for almost a day now."
"A day? The match!" All thoughts of the strange dream vanished as she sat up, leaving her stomach behind on her pillow. The room doubled alarmingly, rushing upwards as she fell back to the bed. "Urg."
"Yes. Urg, Miss Evans. You won't be up and about until tomorrow at the least." Pomphrey tsked, setting something down on the bedside table. Harri didn't look, too busy telling her stomach that it had nothing to bring up. "The Quidditch match has been rescheduled. Between the damage Miss Black did to you and vice versa, neither team had a seeker capable of playing."
"Nng."
"Quite. Now rest. Call if you need anything."
Something terribly embarrassing niggled at Harri's consciousness. She struggled to sit up, careful of her stomach but refusing to be humiliated while laying down. "Wait! I need..." She trailed off, blushing.
The doctor looked at her calmly, eyebrow raised. "Yes?"
"It's-- that time," Harri admitted, squirming and wishing Mister Pomphrey were a Madame instead. "I need... things. You know."
If anything, Pomphrey only looked amused. "That explains quite a bit of this morning's explosion. Miss Black made the same request."
Somehow, that only made it worse.
Between Mirrors
GWL Arc
By
tsukinofaeriiRating: SNIP
Alternate Timeline/Humor
Warnings: Violence, Profane, female/female
Spoilers: No spoilers
Series: Harry Potter
Pairings:
Summary: Harri and Dracaena face each other before the upcoming Quidditch match. But it's the wrong time for the girls to be losing their tempers. Complete short story.
This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Harry Potter was created and is owned by J.K. Rowling. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.
***
SLAM. The doors to the Great Hall swung open with an almighty crash. Harri Evans stormed into breakfast, wearing her Quidditch robes and breeches and a scowl that sent the entirety of Gryffindor House under the table for cover. Short in stature, tall in sheer bone-chilling rage, not even Professor Snape would have stood in her way. Without even glancing at the food-laden table, she stalked over to where the Gryffindor team members were hiding under the benches.
"Up! Now!" Her short black hair stood on end with the annoyed magic that radiated off her. The team oozed out of their hiding places, eyes wide. Veronica was noticeably absent.
Someone at the Hufflepuff table hummed a dirge.
Harri seemed completely immune to the terror she caused. "To the pitch! Now!"
The youngest member of the team, Adam, spoke up in protest. "But we haven't had breakfast."
"It'll weigh you down. Move it Gryffindors!"
Like lead shot out of a cannon, the Quidditch players ran for the Hall doors, blurs of red and gold. Harri cast a cold eye on the rest of her House. "I'll see you at the game." Turning sharply on her heel, she stormed out, leaving terrified quiet behind her.
***
"Evans."
Harri paused midstride, knuckles whitening as her grip on her broom tightened. "What do you want Black?" She turned around.
Dracaena leaned against her own broom with a casual elegance that made Harri's teeth itch. Girlfriend or not, she was the enemy on the Quidditch pitch. Just the sight of her made Harri's blood boil. On better days, it made her want to drag the other seeker into a dark corner kiss the smirk off her lips. Today, she'd rather just use her knuckles to get rid of it.
"You're going down, Evans." Frozen gray eyes skimmed her up and down, sneering. "I'm going to pound that pretty face of yours into the ground."
"You couldn't do it with a strap-on and a manual," Harri scoffed, lifting her chin and stepping forward. Without her usual heels, Dracaena was short enough to look her in the eye. "Or is Mommy going to help with that too?"
Rage flushed the blonde's cheeks an ugly shade of maroon. "Don't mention my mother, you half-blood orphaned dirt!"
Her breath was hot on Harri's cheeks, smelling of toast and marmalade. Just thought of food made her nauseous, and therefore angrier. She dropped her broom with a clatter. "What? Ashamed of your groveling, Dark Witch of a mother? I would be too!"
"At least my mother had the good taste to marry her own kind! You’re a disgrace!"
With a battle shriek that echoed down the halls, Harri lunged for her girlfriend. Dracaena met her midway, nails raking down the exposed skin of her face. The girls fought dirty, biting, hitting and kicking every opening they got. Harri pinned the blonde to the ground, using her hair as a handhold while she proceeded to bloody her perfect nose. Neither girl heard the Great Hall open behind them.
"Evans! Black! Stop that this instant!" Keene McGonagall rushed forward, wizard's hat askew. Harri fought as he tried to pull her off Dracaena, struggling to get back to pounding the insolence out of the Slytherin girl. McGonagall had her dragged back a meter when Dracaena kicked, trying to push backwards to safety. The blonde's heavy Quidditch boot connected squarely with Harri's jaw in a burst of white-sparked agony that quickly faded to black unconsciousness.
***
Harri stretched out her arms, slamming into the walls around her. The warm glass shimmered, but refused to break. It reflected back and forth in a string of unending corridors that stretched out as far as she could see and only as far as she could reach. Fractured reflections flashed at her, a piece of bare leg, a green eye, a sharp elbow. None of the reflections were whole, like staring through a tiny window only gave a glimpse of the other side. She pounded the mirrors again, scarred hands casting even more reflections in the reflections.
"Where am I?"
... I...
She whirled, banging a bony knee in the process. The voice bounced around like the pieces in the glass, turning into echoes. "Hello?"
... here...
This time she didn't bother turning, instead closing her eyes. The darkness was a welcome relief from the endless mirrors. "Where are you?"
"Right in front of you, Miss Evans."
That was not the answer she expected. Especially not when it sounded like Doctor Pomphrey. Cautiously, she cracked her left eye. A vaguely doctor-shaped blur hovered over her. "Back with us, I see." Her glasses were placed on her nose, solidifying the blob into a person. Candles filled the infirmary with gentle light, fighting the gloom that seeped in through darkened windows. "Quite a concussion Miss Black gave you. You've been out for almost a day now."
"A day? The match!" All thoughts of the strange dream vanished as she sat up, leaving her stomach behind on her pillow. The room doubled alarmingly, rushing upwards as she fell back to the bed. "Urg."
"Yes. Urg, Miss Evans. You won't be up and about until tomorrow at the least." Pomphrey tsked, setting something down on the bedside table. Harri didn't look, too busy telling her stomach that it had nothing to bring up. "The Quidditch match has been rescheduled. Between the damage Miss Black did to you and vice versa, neither team had a seeker capable of playing."
"Nng."
"Quite. Now rest. Call if you need anything."
Something terribly embarrassing niggled at Harri's consciousness. She struggled to sit up, careful of her stomach but refusing to be humiliated while laying down. "Wait! I need..." She trailed off, blushing.
The doctor looked at her calmly, eyebrow raised. "Yes?"
"It's-- that time," Harri admitted, squirming and wishing Mister Pomphrey were a Madame instead. "I need... things. You know."
If anything, Pomphrey only looked amused. "That explains quite a bit of this morning's explosion. Miss Black made the same request."
Somehow, that only made it worse.
Between Mirrors
