Opheliac

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. Nor do I own Emilie Autumn and anything associated with her.

Thanks to my reviewer: annanananaan- I’m glad you liked the beginning. And I’m thinking it was both twins that are quoted. They’re so uncannily synced to each other. It’s scary and awesome all at the same time.

Thanks to my beta and muse, Phoenix. This chapter’s dedicated to you. ^_^


GOTHIC LOLITA

“How old are you?
I’m older than you’ll ever be
I’ve been dead a thousand years
And lived only two or three
I don’t mind telling you
My life was ended by your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don’t suppose you’d understand
(Call off the search, we’ve found her)”

A sea of screaming fans filled the Bridgewater Hall in Manchester, some of them crying out for various members of the band.. But it was the three fans backstage that had been continuously distracting Amelie through the concert. Well, actually, just one. The girl’s two friends were pretty calm.
How had her bodyguards let her backstage?!

“If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won’t arrest you
The world won’t detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn’t do

I’m Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I’m not even legal
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it’s my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita”

After repeatedly failed attempts to run screaming onto the stage, the stage crew had finally thought to put up a barricade between the trio and the Black Dahlia. Now the bushy-haired girl stood rocking and sobbing in pure unadulterated joy as her two friends, a redhead with a bandaged skull and a dark, messy-haired boy with glasses, stared on in horror.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ai, her cellist, grin impishly at them, an evil glint in her eye. The girl fainted.
Amelie fought the urge to laugh as they reached the end of their encore.

“Thank you, kind sirs
You’ve made me what I am today
A bundle of broken nerves
A mouthful of words
I’m still afraid to say
I don’t mind telling you
Now that I’m old enough to love
I couldn’t begin to
Even if my pretty little life depended on it
And funny thing, it does”

Despite the cheers for more, the band took their bows, and their crazy jumps and kicks, offstage to their dressing room. Everyone was pumped and still bouncing around from the energy of their performance.
“Hey, bitches,” Ai cried, throwing herself onto the lush couch the room provided. “Did you see those three backstage? What a bunch of loonies, eh?”
Gemma, the keyboardist, giggled. “I can’t believe that girl wasn’t removed. Britain’s so lax on security.”
Quinn, the band’s drummer and only male, took his place before the vanity. As he checked himself out in the mirror, rearranging his slightly mussed hair, he said, “Yeah, but when Ai made the girl faint… It was worth the annoyance.” He grinned sheepishly at his reflection.
Amelie plopped down on the couch next to Ai. She threw her arm over her eyes with a groan of protestation. “Do we really have to do a meet and greet with them? I mean, it’s never a good idea to meet a crazed fan.”
Ai chuckled. “Maybe we could get to the limo before anyone notices we’re gone?” she suggested.
Gemma gasped. “But-but- the redhead was so cute! Can’t we just stay for a little bit?!”
Amelie rolled her eyes. “I refuse,” she insisted stubbornly.
It seemed as if fate was giving the Black Dahlia the finger that evening. No sooner had they reached the exit door, that a girl’s wailing stopped them in their tracks.
“Damn.”
“OH MY GOD!!! AMELIE! AI! GEMMA! QUINN! IT’S REALLY THEM!! AHHHHH!!” the girl from before was shrieking as she ran towards them, closely followed by her friends and Manny the Manager.
"Fuck...There goes my awesome escape plan," Ai grumbled.
“Hermione, calm down! It’s okay!”
“Simmer down, now! Simmer down!” Manny was panting, his balding head shining with sweat.
And then the girl, Hermione, launched herself onto Amelie, who squeaked in alarm as they fell out the door and onto the pavement of the parking lot.
However, the girl’s whimpering and screaming quieted down as she stared at something in horror. Amelie leaned her head back to look, only to find at least ten… people?… in black cloaks and wearing creepy white mask.
“H-Harry! Ron! Death Eaters!”
The two boys burst through the door along with the rest of the band.
“Potter,” the lead ‘Death Eater’ spat. “How convenient that your only protection lies in two children and a group of filthy Muggles.”
“Hey, we’re not children!” Ron protested, receiving an elbow to the ribs from Harry.
Hermione scrambled to her feet and Harry’s other side, face stony.
“Kill them all. Leave Potter for the Dark Lord,” the man commanded, brandishing a long… ‘stick’.
“What the FUCK do you plan on doing with that? It’s a stick,” Amelie snorted in disdain from her position on the ground.
He laughed. “Cruc-”
“Expelliarmus!” Harry cried, whipping out his own stick.
A jet of red light erupted from the end of it and hit the cloaked man square in the chest. He went flying backwards, his stick abandoned.
“What the-”
“You’ll pay for that, Potter!”
“Oh, my God, what’s going on?!”
“Get them!”
And then the cloaked figures swarmed. Gemma screeched and hid behind the nearest dumpster. Quinn was instantly knocked out by a stray spell.
“I’ll get my cello! Keep them busy!” Ai cried, running back into the building.
Manny looked back and forth between the fight and the building, before shakily saying to no one in particular, “I-I-I’ll get security!” and then followed Ai’s path, with no intention of returning.
Amelie stumbled up, her platform boots making it hard to maneuver. She ducked as a jet of green light was aimed at her. It hit the wall behind her and shattered the brick.
One of the masked men cornered her, stick pointed menacingly at her throat. “You’re a pretty little Muggle, aren’t you?” he sneered, voice thick with halitosis. “Maybe we’ll have some fun before I kill you. Maybe after.”
She gagged. “You just wait. You wait for it, seriously, wait...This may take a while,” she said fiercely, yanking at the buckles of her boot.
He cackled. Yes, CACKLED.
“And what exactly am I-”
“AIYEEE!!!” she screeched in a warrior cry, swinging her boot over her head in a helicopter motion, hobbling over to him.
His stick hand faltered and he looked at the raving lunatic before him.
She swung the boot- yes, the boot with the 7-inch platforms and the many buckles- at his head. He hit the ground.
“Take that, beeyatch! Who’s next?” She looked around manically, teeth bared in a savage snarl, while gesturing violently with her arms and shoulders. “What now bitches? OH! What NOW?!”
At that moment, Ai decided to return. She charged through the back door, cello slung over her shoulder, running full speed at the Death Eaters. She let out a shrill banshee-like scream as she swung the cello forcefully at the nearest person.
The man went flying.
“FUCK YEAH!”
“Go Ai!”
“Um…” Harry said, bouncing on the balls of his feet, stick at the ready. “As entertaining as that was, now that they’re down, we should run.”
“Uh, right,” Amelie said slowly, hopping around due to her missing boot. “Just kidding!”
"Damn..." Ai complained, "I wanted to gouge some eyes out with my bow."
However, they never got a chance to run. More figures were appearing around them with popping noise like gun shots.
Gemma screamed. Ai cradled her cello to her chest. Amelie had had enough.
“What the FUCK is up with all these people and their freaky sticks?!” she huffed, stamping her booted foot down. “Do you know who I am?”
Everyone ignored her. And Ai let out a chuckle and whispered to Amelie, "Do you really think they know who any of us are? I mean, they fight with fucking wood sticks!"
The newly arrived people outnumbered the Death Eaters, and they were definitely lacking in the creepy factor.
“SALVATION!” Gemma screamed, finally coming out from behind her dumpster.
One man in patchwork… robes?… that had graying hair despite his youthful face threw a soda can at Harry. “Take the Portkey. It’ll send you to Number 12. Hurry!”
Harry hesitated. “What about them?” He gestured to the band.
The man looked thoughtful. “Take them too. We’ll deal with it later.”
Just then, the Death Eaters swooped down on Quinn’s unconscious body.
“Quinn!”
“Everyone, hurry, and touch the can!” Harry cried.
“WHY?!” Ai demanded.
“Just do it!” Amelie hissed, grabbing the can.
The cloaked figures were disappearing with resounding cracks, taking Quinn with them.
“Portus!”
The world spun and blurred around Amelie. At last the world righted itself, and she found herself in a heap on the ground with Ai and Gemma. In a dark and unfamiliar house.
Yes, fate had definitely been giving them the finger.


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Ok, so I’ve forgotten to mention before: This story is not OTP or HBP compliant. Sirius isn’t dead. I’m in denial. Nor the other evil things that have happened. Shh! They’ll never know. ^_^

Beta Note: Another thing that the esteemed author forgot to mention is that this is somewhat of a collaboration between her and I, so some things that may not fit...They're my fault.