The Cast
Almost every main character in this story is based on someone. Not
necessarily someone I know, but maybe just someone I e-mailed and asked if I
could stick in a story for obscure reasons of my own. Here’s the cast as it
now stands:
Draco: Oh goody gumdrops!
Harry: Ya know if your gonna relentlessy Mary Sue us you should at least try
to hide it a little.
Autumn Vance – PikaCheeka
Erin Conner – Rain in Fire
Hazel Randel – Adelina
Lianne Treyvan – Me, Mystica
Draco: Bitch, Bitch, Whore. Loser..
Hermione: My we're bitter today.
No offense is meant to cheerleaders in this story. I'm just personally a part
of a clique that is… not on friendly terms with a lot of the girls who are
also cheerleaders. No, not the all-in-black drama people… sort of a weird
mish-mash group. Anyway, no offense to cheerleaders. I know there are some
girls out there who are both cheerleaders and perfectly nice, decent people…
just not in this school.
Harry: And we should care why?
Ron: Oh goody, another lets use HP as way to vent frustrations at people who
will never ever read the story!
Hermione: When did you get so observent?
Part 1 - Lianne
Chapter 1
“Come on, Li, he’s really cute.” Nichole looked at Lianne beseechingly.
“Let me set you up with him. You’ll like him, I know you will.”
Harry: Okay who are these people, what do they have to do with us?
“I told you, Nichole, I’ve got a boyfriend.” Lianne brushed back her dark
brown hair as she bent down to get at her locker. Out of her friend’s
eyeshot, she scowled at the conversation she knew was coming. Why couldn’t
Nichole understand?
Draco: Because she's a stupid bint?
“Oh, him.” Nichole dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “He’s not real,
Li.”
Hermione: You know being in love with a fictional character should be cause
for major concern.
“He’s real to me.” Lianne rummaged around for her art folder and sketchbook.
“Can you see my sketchbook? Oh, never mind, it’s under my history book.”
“Don’t change the subject, Li.” Nichole sighed. “You can’t date a book
character.”
Draco: I'm starting to like Nichole.
“Why?” Lianne asked absently, standing up and kicking her locker closed. She
could’ve carried on this conversation while asleep, they’d had it so often.
Harry: Once again because they're fictional, they don't exsist!
Hermione: This is sign of deep mental problems
Draco: And this is a surprize why?
“It isn’t normal, that’s why.” Nichole pursed her lips. “I really think
you’d like Jeff, if you’d just give him a chance - ”
“Would you cheat on Taylor?” Lianne interrupted.
“Of course not!” Nichole said indignantly. “What do you take me for?”
“Then why do you expect me to cheat on Sirius?” With that, Lianne turned
around and stalked away.
Hermione: Did the massive stupidity of this conversation hurt anyone else?
Draco: Fictional, trust me Sirius will not care who you date!
“Autumn! Hey, Autumn, wait up!”
Autumn turned around. “Oh, hey, Casey. How goes it?”
Ron: There's a Mary Sue name if I ever heard one.
Casey sighed. “About as well as you’d expect, considering I just got out of
Mrs. Drake’s class.”
“That bad?” Autumn winced sympathetically. “Poor you.”
“Yeah.” Casey grinned suddenly. “But I do have Paul in there, to cheer me
up.”
Draco: Jesus holy Christ! I don't fucking care what class you go too! Why are
you telling me this!
Harry: Jeez calm down! We may need the ropes again.
“Oh, God, not the romance!” Autumn made gagging noises in the back of her
throat. “Don’t start, Casey, please don’t start!”
“Ok, ok, I won’t.” Casey shook her head in resignation. “But you’ve got to
find a guy eventually.”
Hermione: Because everyone knows that a woman is nothing without a man!
“Got one.” Autumn waited challengingly for Casey to deny it.
“Would it be a waste of breath to tell you otherwise?” Casey asked, laughing.
“Yup.” Autumn nodded decisively. She raised her voice a little. “I love
Draco Malfoy, and the whole world can know about it!”
Draco: NOOOOOOO!
Several people in her vicinity turned to look at her a little strangely, but
since most high schoolers didn’t read Harry Potter, no one knew who she was
talking about.
Ron: Those that did decided to contact a mental instatution as soon as
possible.
Except for one person.
“Excuse me, but did you say ‘Draco Malfoy’, as in from the Potter books?” a
young-looking brunette asked hopefully.
Draco: No the Draco Malfoy that runs the ice cream shop! Stupid bint.
“Yeah, so?” Autumn looked at the girl warily. She was probably a freshman,
as she didn’t have the look of a hardened veteran that most juniors and
seniors wore, and Autumn would’ve recognized a fellow sophomore.
Harry: Are they in high school or a war zone?
“That’s – that’s awesome!” The girl’s dark green eyes lit up. “I mean…
I’ve never met anyone before who… who actually – ”
Hermione: Was actually capable of intelligent thought"
Harry: Who actually gave a damn about this story?
Draco: Who opened fire on all of these people?
“If you’re from the psychology class, you can drop dead,” Autumn snapped.
“I don’t need to see a shrink, especially not a geeky wanna-be.”
Ron: Anyone want to try and pick out all the things wrong with that sentence?
“No, no, I’m not!” the girl exclaimed. “I’m a Potter fan, too!”
“Really?” Autumn grinned in relief. “Oh, well, that’s ok, then!” She
paused, cautious once more. “You aren’t in love with Draco, too, are you?”
“No, definitely not.” The girl shook her head firmly. “Sirius Black’s my
soul mate!”
Hermione: Oh god, my brain, it's exploding from the stupidity!
Draco: Waaaay to much time around me!
Just as Autumn opened her mouth, the bell rang. “Aw, crap! We’re late!” She
frowned. “Say, what lunch period have you got?”
“B lunch till the end of the year,” the girl answered. “You?”
“The same.” Autumn grinned. “Meet you in the courtyard?”
Harry: Don't care, don't care, don't care, don't care....
“Sure!” The girl gasped. “Oh, by the way, I’m Lianne.”
“I’m Autumn, but I’ve kinda got to run. Mr. Howe’s gonna murder me as it
is.” She waved, then hurried for her next class as quickly as she could
without getting a detention from the security guards for running.
Ron: ZZZZZ....
Hermione: I second that
Hazel buried herself in her book, trying to ignore the chattering crowds
jostling and shoving around her. Couldn't they see she was trying to read?
Just because it was lunchtime was no reason to push people.
Draco: How long has she been in public school?
Finally, most of the students either drifted into the cafeteria or found
other tables in the courtyard, leaving the junior in peace.
Until two girls came up beside her.
"Can we sit here?" the younger girl asked, tacking on "Please?" as an
afterthought.
Hazel sighed, but nodded. "Don't bother me," she ordered, picking up her
sandwich. She didn't trust school food.
Draco: What a lively and open person she is!
Harry: Hazel has issues with anything dealing with reality
It wasn't that she was anti-social. She had several friends - but all of them
had A lunch. And in her experience, many of the girls who tried to sit with
her were the prissy sort of girly-girl who wanted to try to gossip with her
about boys, makeup, clothes, and who other girls were dating. Hazel thought
the last one was none of her business, had no interest in discussing the
middle two, and would drop dead before spreading her love life across the
school, which eliminated the first.
Hermione: I'd like to rephrase Harry's don't care mantra.
Ron: What the hell does this have to do with us?!
She tuned out the two girls, burrowing into The Fellowship of the Ring. So
what if she'd read it before? It was still good. After a while, though,
ignoring the other girls' conversation became difficult. The older girl with
black curls had one of those charismatic voices you couldn't help but listen
to, and the brunette had a bright, carrying laugh that continually pierced
her consciousness.
Draco: Mary Sue Alert!
Harry: Yes it periced her conciousness going straight to her brain killing
her the end!
Ron: If only....
Much as Hazel tried to avoid it, she ended up listening in.
"Yeah, I've been in love for… probably over a year, now," the brunette was
saying, grinning in a self-deprecatory sort of way. "It didn't hit me till
the second time, but then, wham! Head over heels."
"I fell right away," the black-haired girl admitted, grinning back. "First
time I met him in Madame Malkin's."
Hermione: Ya know most normal people would've contracted a psychitrist by now.
Harry: You didn't meet him in Madam Malki
Hazel looked up sharply. Madame Malkin's? she thought suspiciously. That's
from the Harry Potter books - that's where Harry met Draco.
"Oh, are we talking too loud?" the older girl asked, her brown eyes just a
shade too innocent, as were the other girl's dark green eyes. "I'm sorry, we
just get so excited about the Harry Potter series - "
Draco: That we should be sedated, beaten, and then locked away from society
"You've read it, too?" Hazel sat up straight, her grey eyes bright. "I knew
that's what you had to be talking about, with Madame Malkin's!"
"Yup, another Potter fan." The brunette nodded in satisfaction. "I thought
so." She grinned up at Hazel. "I'm Lianne Treyvan, and this is Autumn…
Autumn…" She paused, frowning.
Ron: A good question here would be what were your parents on?
"Autumn Vance," the brown-eyed girl filled in. "Yeah, anyone who reads Lord
of the Rings is almost definitely a Potter fan, too."
Hermione: Not necessarily.
"I guess." Hazel smiled. "I'm Hazel Randel. Nice to meet you." She frowned
suddenly, the conversation she'd overheard coming back to her. "Wait - you're
in love with Harry, too?"
"Too?" Lianne echoed - then laughed. "Aha, another psycho! So Harry's the one
who captured your heart?"
Harry: NOOOOOO!
Draco: Ha! Welcome to my hell!
Hazel drew away, cautious. What in the world had possessed her to blurt out
that too? "I'm not psycho."
Ron: Yes, yes you are!
"Course you are." Autumn grinned. "Same as us. Don't worry, we're kindred
spirits."
"Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy are our knights in shining armor," Lianne
explained.
Draco: Urge to kill...rising...
"Speak for yourself!" Autumn said indignantly. "I won't be some guy's damsel
in distress. He tries to romance me, he can have a fist in his face!"
Hermione: It's not like you have any deep set issues here.
Hazel privately thought that Autumn looked the type who just might carry out
on her threat, too. Definitely not a prissy cheerleader type.
Ron: Because cheerleaders are evil! They like to date real people!
"You'd hit Draco?" Lianne asked in interest.
Harry: I would!
Hermione: I did!
"I don't do the romance thing," Autumn replied. "No kissing, hugging, holding
hands, or anything of the sort."
Draco: So what is romance to her? Killing someone then hiding the body
together?
"I would if it was Sirius offering." Lianne grinned mischievously.
Harry: I just wanna point out that Sirius wouldn't touch either of you with a
ten foot pole.
You know, he is about twenty years older than you," Hazel felt obligated to
point out. "The fact that he's a book character aside, any relationship would
be illegal."
Harry: Another good point
"Who cares?" Lianne thrust her chin into the air defiantly. "Soul mates are
soul mates. Love will find a way."
Draco: That has to be the dippiest answer I ever heard.
"Could you get any more cliched?" Autumn mimed gagging. "You sound like an
inspirational greeting card."
Draco: Damn now she's starting to grow on me
Ron: Like fungus
"Actually, no, she didn't," Hazel countered, smiling. "She was worse."
Harry: Worse than being slowly tortured by fire ants?
Draco: Worse than being burned at the stake?
Hermione: Worse than being forced to read this tripe?
Ron: You win
"Lianne Treyvan, you put that sketchbook away and go to bed right this
minute!"
Lianne scowled at her drawing for a moment, but called back, "Ok, ok, I'm
done, I'm done!" She closed the sketchbook with a sigh and transferred her
art materials from the bed to her desk. "Goodnight!"
Her mother poked her head in the doorway, smiling at her youngest child.
"Night, Li. Love you."
"Love you." Lianne climbed into bed as her mother flipped off the light. She
listened, grinning in delight, as her mother had to tell her older brother
off when she discovered he'd put off his English paper until just then.
Draco: Thrill, chill to the exciting putting things away and going to be
scene!
Lianne stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance over it. For the
longest time, she'd been afraid of the dark… now, she wasn't. When she'd
fallen for Sirius, when she'd discovered that he lived in shadows, to hide
from the Ministry, she'd begun seeing him in every darkened room. All right,
she was obsessed… but it had helped get rid of her nightlight, hadn't it?
Hermione: Yes it helped get rid of her fear of the dark, but she then
developed a more serious mental disorder.
Her mind drifted back to the conversation at lunch. What if I really did meet
Sirius? she wondered, already half-asleep. What would I really do? She
imagined kissing him on the lips. No… it would be fun, but he might not be
too pleased. After all, he is a lot older than me. Would she just introduce
herself? How uninteresting. No, it would have to be something more fun.
Harry: If you Sirius ever met he'd Avada Kedrva your ass so fast time would
go backwards.
Lianne's gaze fell on her sketchbook. That was it, she could ask him to pose!
Well, he probably wouldn't, so maybe she wouldn't exactly ask first, but she
could show him her picture when she was done, and that would be an excellent
way to strike up a conversation.
Hermione: This is pointless! You will never met Sirius! He doesn't fucking
exsist!
Harry: Does that mean we don't exsist?
Ron: If we didn't we wouldn't have to read this fanfic anymore.
She drifted off to sleep, imagining out how her first encounter with Sirius
ought to go.
Draco: Hopefully ending with him killing her.
"Sorry, Autumn, I've got to go," Casey apologized. "Mom says go to bed."
"Talk to you later, then," Autumn said, smiling even though she knew Casey
couldn't see over the phone.
"Later." Casey hung up.
Autumn gently put the phone back on its hook, so as not to wake her father.
He'd never actually said she couldn't be on the phone this late, but that
didn't necessarily mean anything. It was nearly midnight, and parents tended
to have funny ideas about how late kids should stay awake, even on weekends.
Draco: Does the complete and utter pointlessness of these scenes bother
anyone else?
Harry: Deep hurting...Deep hurting....
Too bad I couldn't just call Draco up on the phone, Autumn thought with a
grin. Wouldn't that be interesting? "Hi, Draco, you don't know me, but I just
wanted to say hello." Sure. And where would he get a telephone in the first
place? She laughed at her own wishful thinking. Watch it, Autumn. You
wouldn't want to go all optimistic, now, would you?
Draco: I'm a wizard, I don't have a phone, and if I did I wouldn't talk to
you.
"Hey, Erin," Hazel said, answering the phone when she saw her cousin's number
on the caller ID.
"Hi, Hazel," Erin Conner replied, the stuffed-up quality of her voice
explaining why she hadn't been in school that day. "How goes it?"
"Not bad." Hazel twined the telephone cord around her fingers. "I see you
were sick."
"A cold," her cousin confirmed. "I should be back at school tomorrow, though…
mom says it's one of those three-day bugs, and I had it all weekend." Her
voice brightened. "But I did get a chance to read those books you've been
talking about, though."
Draco: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
[Runs out of the room screaming]
"The Harry Potter series?" Hazel grinned. "How'd you like them?"
"I… liked Remus Lupin," Erin admitted, and Hazel heard the blush in the
eighteen-year-old's voice. "He seems nice."
Harry: If you 18 years old and lusting over a imaginary man old enought to be
your father get help now.
"Yes, he does," Hazel agreed, her voice slightly teasing. "Going to join the
Lunatic Love Association?"
"The what?" Erin asked suspiciously.
"I met two other girls today who have obsessions just like mine, and now you
say you've got one, too," Hazel explained. "Lianne Treyvan and Autumn Vance.
They've fallen in love with Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy, respectively,
though Autumn keeps denying it."
Hemione: Because Autumn wants to keep her sanity.
Draco: Is the pointlessness over yet?
"Lianne Treyvan?" Erin repeated thoughtfully. "I think I know her. Yeah,
she's in my art class, isn't she? Short girl, layered brown hair?"
"That sounds like her," Hazel agreed. "You should introduce yourself… in
fact, if you want, I could introduce you to Autumn, too. I think you'd all
like each other."
Draco: That much evil concentrated in one spot could therorically destroy the
planet.
"We probably would." Erin laughed. "The Lunatic Love Association… I like it."
Harry: It really does suit you.
Chapter 2
"Oh, no. No, no, no." Lianne shook her head violently. "Pettigrew is much
worse than Voldemort."
Harry: Oh my god, something we actually agree on!
"You've got to be joking, Li." Autumn laughed. After nearly a month, she,
Lianne, Hazel, and Erin had grown to be close friends, and always sat
together during lunch. And argued about the Potter books, of course.
"Voldemort kills people. He does the Muggle torturing thing. He's the main
villain."
"I don't know," Erin broke in thoughtfully. "I mean, at least Voldemort is
openly evil. Pettigrew was a sneaky little traitor. He double-crossed all his
friends!"
Harry: Another good point! My head my explode!
"Well, I was thinking more because he got Sirius thrown in Azkaban, but yes,
there's that," Lianne said, grinning.
"You're obsessed." Hazel looked up from her book, Magic's Promise, shaking
her head wryly.
Hermione: And therefore should seek medical attention.
"So are you," Lianne pointed out.
"True, but I'm not openly insane," Hazel replied.
"Insane? Me?" Lianne stared at the other three in wide-eyed innocence. "Do
you really think I'm insane?"
{All three} YES!
"No, Li," Autumn said reassuringly. "Don't worry. We know you're insane."
"Speaking of insane…" Lianne frowned. "I had the weirdest dream last night."
"Not the one about Sirius and the swimming pool of green Jello again,
please," Erin said, making a face. "If that was it, I don't want to hear
about it."
Draco: None of us wants to hear about any of this!
"No, I made that one up to frighten you," Lianne said, her eyes strangely
serious. "This one was… really freaky. It was about Sirius, yes… but…"
~*~ the previous night ~*
Lianne stood in the middle of a huge hallway, looking around curiously. What
was going on? She knew she was dreaming ("I could remember going to sleep,
and waking up is one of those things you tend to know about.") but where she
was, she couldn't imagine. Which was strange, since in her variety of dream,
she usually knew things like that.
Ron: Yes well most know when they fall asleep and when they wake up. It's
called a clock people.
She saw several doors leading out of the hall, but she didn't quite dare go
through any of them. This could very easily turn into a nightmare. Besides,
if there was something here her subconscious wanted her to see, it'd show up
sooner or later, whether she went searching for it or not. She sat down on
the floor to wait.
Draco: Christ! Even in her dreams she's boring!
After a huge amount of time had passed ("I swear, I've never been so bored in
a dream in my life!") she heard footsteps. "About time," she muttered,
getting to her feet. "Stupid subconscious, dragging a girl out of bed at this
hour!" Then, much to her disgust, the footsteps passed her by. "Great. Do I
have to do everything myself?"
Harry: Honey your asleep, stop contradicting yourself.
Hermione: This is the 18 year old girl in love with a man twice her age and
non-exsistant.
She sighed, then walked hesitantly towards the door closest to which the
sound had come from. "This had better not turn out to be a nightmare," she
said threateningly to whoever happened to be listening. Opening the door, she
slipped through as quietly as she knew how. Which wasn't very, as she
immediately lost her balance by trying to walk on her tiptoes and fell over,
the door slamming behind her with a clang. ("Which is different from normal
how?" "Quiet. I am the one telling this story, thank you!")
Ron: And now the schizophrenia kicks in
A tall, black-haired boy spun around, yelling in surprise. He gave Lianne a
suspicious look, which she hardly noticed. ("I knew him. I knew him. Not like
you usually know people in dreams, but the way you know someone you've known
all your life. I couldn't have thought he was anyone else, not if he'd been
trying to confuse me. I'd know him anywhere.")
Draco: Kill me....
"Sirius Black…" Lianne breathed, scrambling to her feet, wishing that for
once in her life, she could manage it gracefully. ("I don't know why I was so
surprised. I mean, he's kinda a recurring character in my dreams, but this
was different. Not just because he was younger, my age, but something about
this whole dream was weird.")
Hermione: Proably because your FUCKING INSANE!
Harry: I think we may need some strong rope here
"You… don't go to school here," Sirius said, studying her in the puzzled way
of someone trying to match a name to a face that's just vaguely familiar.
Draco: Then he told Mcgongall, she threw her out and something the Forbidden
Forest eats her, the end!
"Er… no," Lianne agreed, making no attempts to hide the fact that she was
staring outright. He was just as good-looking as she'd thought he would be,
tall and lanky, with big brown eyes and thick black hair that was just
shoulder-length. This was the person she'd been trying to capture on paper
ever since she'd met him in the book series. "No, I don't."
"You're American," he added. Lianne was unsure whether he considered this to
be a point in her favor or against her.
Harry: I don't think my godfather is that stupid.
"I wish I was British," she offered.
Draco: Well I wish you were dead!
He half grinned, before remembering that she was probably some sort of
American spy or something. Maybe the man-eating zucchinis had sent her.
"How'd you get here, anyway?"
Hermione: God I can feel my IQ dropping as we read this
Lianne shrugged. "I dunno. I was just back home in bed asleep, and then I was
here." She looked around in interest. "Is this really Hogwarts?" ("It didn't
look anything like I'd imagined. When they say stone, they don't mean that
pretty white marble stuff. This place was rock.")
Harry: Cause ya know most castles are made of rock.
"Obviously." Sirius sighed. "Ok, I give up, who are you? And how the heck do
you know me?"
Draco: Holy shit! An intelligent question!
"I'm Lianne Treyvan," she told him. "And…" ("Well, what would you have said?
I mean, 'you're a character in a book I read’ seems to lack that certain
something.")
"And…" Sirius prompted. "You were going to say how you know me."
"I'm special?" Lianne tried, falling back on the time-honored response of
people everywhere who don't want to give away all their information.
Draco: I've changed my mind. kill her, kill her!
Harry: No more caffine for you.
"I'm special, too," Sirius said calmly. "I expect my suddenly finding myself
outside the front hall has something to do with you?"
"Huh?" Lianne asked, confused. ("As usual." "Do you want to hear this or not?
Shush!")
Hermione: Who are you talking to?
"Like you, I was in bed, asleep, until I suddenly found myself out here in
the middle of the school, very far away from Gryffindor Tower. I was about to
go back to bed when you fell over back there." Sirius narrowed his eyes at
her. "And you still haven't explained how you know me."
Harry: Shouldn't he have told a teacher or something by now?
"Wow, that's really weird," Lianne said, ignoring the demands for an
explanation. "Usually my dreams are a lot more straightforward than this. And
you always seem to know how it is I know you."
Hermione: Okay I'm not even gonna try to puzzel that out.
"You dream about me?" Sirius clearly didn't know whether to be flattered or
disturbed, and after several moments of being unable to decide, settled on
bewildered.
Harry: I'd go with disturbed. I know I am/
"Um… sorta kinda maybe," Lianne said, grinning embarrassedly. "I mean, I'm
dreaming now, right?"
Sirius blinked. "No, I'm dreaming. This is my dream, I'm sure I'd know if it
wasn't."
Hermione: Who is dreaming, and more importantly do we care?
Ron: No and no.
Lianne blinked, dumfounded. ("Well, it's not exactly the sort of thing you
expect. Maybe you don't know if you're dreaming, but the other people never
insist that it's their dream." "They do in Wonderland." "Yes, but I'm not
Alice.") "Your dream?" She smiled sweetly. "So you dream about me? Why,
Sirius Black, I am honored!"
Draco: Goody, the imaginary character is dreaming about you!
Sirius blushed, looking annoyed with himself. Then he seemed to decide that
served no useful purpose, and was annoyed with Lianne instead. "There you go
again, acting like you know me!"
"Of course I do, if it's your dream," she pointed out. "Rather a dull dream,
isn't it? Couldn't you have made it more interesting? A few flying saucers,
or maybe a dragon or two? That's not too much to ask, is it, after you yanked
me out of a sound sleep to come visit you here?"
Harry: If your dreaming your in a sound sleep.
"I've met dragons, you wouldn't like them," Sirius told her, rubbing his
shoulder ruefully. "I've got a scar that'll take years to fade, after James
got the bright idea to see if we could track down some wild British dragons
last summer." He glared at her. "And my dreams are not uninteresting!"
"This one is," Lianne replied. "Are you sure you don't want to make it more
interesting?"
Draco: By having you die in a ball of fire? Sure!
"How am I supposed to do that?" Sirius snapped. ("Now we know why Li hasn't
got a boyfriend. Her method of showing she likes someone is to annoy him to
death." "Quiet, you.")
Hermione: I didn't think it could get more annoying. But I was wrong!
"You could try this." Lianne moved forward to kiss him…
"And…" Erin prompted when Lianne stopped talking.
"And my brother knocked a table over on his way to the bathroom." Lianne
scowled. "I still haven't forgiven him. That dream might've been weird, but
it was the best one I've had yet."
Harry: God God are we done yet?
"You're lucky." Hazel grinned. "I wish I could have a dream like that about
Harry. You'd better write yours down, you'll kick yourself if you forget it."
"First thing I did," Lianne said, somewhat indignantly. "And I'd never forget
this dream. I can still remember it, as if it actually happened."
"That is weird." Erin frowned thoughtfully.
"Even for you," Autumn added.
Draco: Cause it's not like we have a club devoted to our love of fictional
characters
"Gee, thanks." Lianne made a face.
Autumn opened her mouth to make a retort, but the bell cut her off, signaling
the end of lunch. "Oh, wonderful. See you all tomorrow, then." With that,
they scattered their separate ways.
Autumn laid back on her bed, playing with the telephone cord. Her father was
out, and wouldn't be home till past midnight. Normally, she'd call one of her
friends, but Casey was out of town, Erin was studying, Hazel wasn't home, and
Lianne's line was busy. She supposed she could always study for one of her
classes, but she didn't really have anything in particular she felt like
going over. She wished someone would call her.
Hermione: Once again there characters can't have anything that deals with
reality
It was like a little voice had whispered in her ear, "Granted." The telephone
jangled impatiently, waiting for her to lift it and speak.
Harry: You really shouldn't listen to the voices in your head.
She snatched it up. But before she could say a word, the person on the other
end snapped, "Yes? What?"
"Sorry?" Autumn frowned. This was a boy's voice, about her age, but not
someone she knew from school. She'd have remembered his voice, a light tenor
that would be pleasant to listen to, if only he'd speak more gently. "Who's
calling, please?"
"What do you mean, calling? You called me!" the boy sneered querulously. "And
it's Draco Malfoy. Who did you think it was?"
Draco: Why do I have a phone?
Author's Note: Yes, I know, where did Draco get a phone? All will be
explained in the next part, which will quite cleverly be titled "Autumn".
Anyway, Mysti would now like to state that she feels very stupid. She is
attempting to write two different stories at once, and thinks that this is a
rather bad move on her part. And this story takes an extraordinarily long
time to write, so please don't expect the next part too soon. There are often
large gaps in between Mysti's chapters. It doesn't mean she's forgotten, it
just means she's got various other projects going. Anyway, disclaimer.
Autumn, Hazel, and Erin belong to the authors they are based upon. Lianne is
mine. Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling, who is kind enough to let us
fanfic writers play with her characters. The various books I mentioned belong
to their respective authors. The other characters are - I'm pretty sure - all
mine. Zhai'helleva!
Harry: You know this explains so damn much!
Draco: Please don't hurry on our account!
Harry: Closing thoughts?
Ron: can't...too much pain..
Hermione: Well I have some. While there are no real spelling and grammar
errors the story is filled with relentless Mary Sueism. Not to mentiont that
2/3 of the description was for everyday stuff that's boring while your doing
it. It's not called fanfiction because the fans write about themselves.
Draco: I've got worse news. This story has 14 parts..
Harry: There is not god
By Iczer6