Dark and Light--A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter 16-Defend the Stone

"Now now, Miss Mystic," Quirrell said calmly, walking around the area. "You really don't want to fight me."

"See, that's where you're wrong," Evie disagreed with a mischievous smirk, her braids billowing out behind her. "I do. But if you choose to turn your tail and run like a coward, I'll be nice enough to understand."

Quirrell looked bemused at Evie's sly expression, not even seeming to notice the purple sparks in his face. "Very funny. Maybe you should turn back now--"

Evie sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "Looks like I underestimated your stupidity. For your information, I could force you to turn back, but that'd be so freaking boring! I don't care about the Sorcerer's Stone, I don't care about Voldemort, I don't care about your whole world domination plans--but we didn't finish our battle last time. I'm bored. Give me something interesting, Voldemort."

So you dare to speak my name...

Evie's eyes flickered upwards in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, whoop-dee-doo. Cry yourself a river. Hey, you, what are you going to do?"

"Stay out of my way, Mystic," Quirrell commanded, snapping his fingers. Ropes immediately appeared in the air around the young witch, lashing out to bind her body, but there was a sizzling and crackling sound before a thin veil of mist rose into the sky.

The mist thinned to reveal Evie standing there, two wands in each hand and the tops all smoking. She blew at it absently, flicking it off to the side to keep the mist from her face. "Sorry, but that kind of cheap gimmick doesn't work on me."

"As expected of the famous young witch of Diagon Alley," Quirrell commented.

"Yeah, yeah," Evie rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me that's all you've got, turban-head."

The two seemed to have a hard staring contest in which no one moved. Evie thought about shooting lasers from her eyes, but then dismissed the thought thinking it'd be too boring. Besides, there'd probably be some kind of backlash from it.

Then Neptunia hopped lightly on her shoulder and murmured quietly in the witch's ear so that Quirrell couldn't hear, "I hear footsteps. I'm not sure who it is, but..."

Evie sighed, placing her wands back in the notches of her belt. "Although finishing that battle would be quite the interesting experience, I remember saying something about being done playing hero for the year. So with that being said, good luck finding the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort."

Before Quirrell could reply,  she leaped into the shadows and cast a spell of invisibility over herself before hiding in the ceiling.

(A/N: I know, boring, but I can't stray from the plot line, remember! Just my policy. >.<)

And so, Harry Potter entered the chamber.

"You!" He exclaimed, shocked.

Evie rolled her eyes. Whoopee-doo. What did I tell you?

Harry and Quirrell started arguing about something, and Quirrell even ended up binding Harry with the same spell he had attempted on Evie--(He actually got caught in that? Talk about pathetic)--before Evie got bored and began tuning them out. She raised her wand and erected a shimmering lavender barrier around herself that blocked out all sound.

"It's not like I can't handle it, it's just that I'd rather not," Evie muttered to herself, pulling out the blue wand. "Guess I better contact the old man. Shouldn't he be here by now?"

She spun the wand in midair, and it generated a small communication porthole. Dumbledore's startled face was reflected in it. "E-Evie Mystic?"

"Where the hell are you, old man?"