Dark and Light--A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter 11-Mirror, Mirror

Christmas was nearing. Evie was in a worse mood than ever.

She had no idea why, but ever since that conversation back at Hagrid's hut, something had urged her to keep sitting by Harry and his friends. You couldn't say they were friends, but they had obviously gotten closer.

Neptunia called it 'getting soft.' Pluto called it 'opening up her mind.' Silver called it 'getting to know people better.' She felt a murderous intent building up towards all of them.

Evie hated Christmas. It wasn't because she didn't get any presents--heck, she was way used to that by now--but because something has happened when she was three that ruined her perspective on it forever. We won't go into the details now, because that would stray too far from the plot line.

So anyway, she shoved through the crowd chattering in excitement. The rooms were all frigid cold, especially the dungeons for Potions class...or so Evie learned from the other students. At the mere age of two, she had cast a spell on herself that kept her skin temperature and the air around her at just her preferred temperature. So maybe the entire class was feeling a 0 degree Fahrenheit temperature, but Evie was cooking it up at 87 degrees.

"I do feel sorry," said Draco Malfoy loudly one Potions lesson, staring pointedly at both Evie and Harry (whose cauldrons were placed next to each other for some annoying reason), "for those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."

Harry ignored him and continued with his Potion, but Evie, who hadn't been doing anything in the first place, retorted snippily, "Yes, I'm sure you do. Well I feel sorry for the parents that have to deal with their snobby, obnoxious brat of a child that does return home for Christmas."

Malfoy sneered at her, but then Professor Snape walked by and said, "Mystic, get to work. Two points from Gryffindor."

Evie made no movement to obey.

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Evie plopped down in a random chair at the Gryffindor table for lunch with a heavy scowl.

He had been bothering her again.

Give me it...the Sorcerer's Stone...

Good heavens, for the last time, I don't have the stupid stone! If you really want immortality, go ask the old man to make you one!

Give it to me...

Shut up! Seriously!

She successfully managed to block him out ten minutes later.

"Hello? Evie?"

Evie looked up to see Harry waving his hand in her face. She scowled, her eyes narrowing. "What?"

"I was just wondering if you're going anywhere over the holidays," Harry said.

She gave him a murderous look. "Why would I? Where do you think I'd go, China?"

"No, I was just wondering--" Harry started.

"Well keep your  wondering to yourself," Evie snapped.

"What's got you in a bad mood?" Ron said hotly.

"I hate Christmas," Evie said flatly. "You have no idea."

"What are you talking about?" Ron exclaimed incredulously. "Who doesn't like Christmas?"

Evie went to answer, but then out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar black owl struggling against the strong winds of the storm and hissed. She slammed her hand on the table as she stood up, her chair clattering against the ground. Every head turned to look at her, and Professor McGonagall was there in a flash. "Is something the matter, Evie?"