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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
79
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21,133
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96
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Taming a Monster 2
Continuation of….
Chapter Twenty-Six: Taming a Monster
The next morning before Valerie could even get to the Great Hall for the morning meal before the day’s classes, she was practically ambushed by Ginny with an onslaught of furious tirades. They had a brief conversation, in which Ginny was suspicious as to Valerie’s absence from the meeting and told her she shouldn’t miss anymore and also Ginny complained about her late arrival into the headquarters last night. Valerie only told her that she believed studying for her N.E.W.T.s was more important for herself than D.A. meetings. Of course, that wasn’t really true, as it was secretly her job to spy on the organization. She didn't tell anyone, but Valerie was aware what it also meant by Voldemort taking away her fake galleon and not making her a duplicate. It was obvious Voldemort didn’t find the observations on the D.A.’s activities significant enough to report on.
Valerie strode over to Damion’s place along the Slytherin table, where she could see the brawny boy, munching on a piece of french toast. Damion thought of himself in a lap of luxury, as he ate from a plate loaded down with food, not noticing anything else around him.
Valerie held the note out, putting it under his nose, as she stood from across the table. “Headmaster Snape told me to give you this,” Valerie said loftily.
Damion smirked and rose a thick eyebrow, yet otherwise he portrayed the same level of calm demeanor. He opened the piece of parchment, and read it three times, his expression more mutinous with each one.
“Powers!,” he demanded angrily. “Do you know what is the meaning of this?”
“Nope. No idea,” she lied convincingingly, shrugging carelessly. “Just following orders…Kind of like you do, Damion!”
He scowled at her, and put his elbows on the table, slouching. Clearly he was worried. His two best mates, the fellow prefects who happened to be sitting with Damion, took the parchment from the table. Damion made no objections to it, knowing it concerned them as well. Valerie strode away, in a buoyant victorious fashion. She turned around once and got a glimpse of the three prefects' paling expressions, clearly daunted by the impending meeting with the headmaster, for which they knew not the purpose.
*
That evening, Valerie had to go to Alecto Carrow’s office. She went down there with dread, afraid she would somehow be forced to go to the dungeons again. As usual, she found a long line of miserable-looking kids, queuing up outside the office to go to their trip to be tortured. Valerie tried hard not to look at them, especially when she recogonized some of the faces, including a little First year girl who Damion raped a couple of months ago.
Valerie banged on the door, knocking loudly several times. She got up her nerve and took her wand out. “Alohomora!” The door was free to open and Valerie burst in to find the squat witch, lazing at her desk snacking on a bowl of tarts, mouth covered in raspberry jam.
For a second Alecto was speechless. Then she spoke. “How dare you trespass into my office, Powers!”
“I’m not - you wouldn’t answer your door,” said Valerie, glaring at her. “I knocked. Usually when a person knocks on the door, you answer,” she added slyly.
Alecto ignored the little jibe. By now, she was quite used to constant verbal attacks from the Gryffindors. Instead, she recalled, “That’s right, I put you in detention – Go wait outside with the rest of ‘em!”
“I can’t do that,” said Valerie calmly, and she smiled broadly.
“Why not? Do you want me to make you?” said Alecto nastily, and her chubby fingers curled around the handle of her wand.
“Because…of this note the headmaster wrote. It explains it,” and Valerie came closer to Alecto, and laid the note down on the desk for her to read.
Alecto read quickly, her face turning sour with displeasure and even disappointment. “What made him favour you so?…Perform a lap dance or somethin’?”
Valerie couldn’t resist a cold laugh and adding cooly, “You might say so…”
Alecto’s eyes beamed with malice, like a woman who had found the perfect piece of juicy gossip to spread around. Valerie saw it and quickly became alarmed. She explained, very seriously, “Of course not! Snape threatened me – He said if he finds any evidence indicating I’m stealing, he’ll have me expelled.” For the note to Alecto explained how there was no actual evidence Valerie Powers was stealing, and therefore shouldn’t be punished.
“Oh. That would be good if it happened! Get!”
Gladly, Valerie turned away, and once free, slammed the door behind her, and let out a cacopohony of ringing laughter.
“Oh! What did you do?,” said one girl, excitedly. They were all eager to hear any good news, any tidbits that might contribute to getting rid of the Carrows.
“Just made her sorry life a little worse is all,” said Valerie. At once, without much of a glance at the students, she strode away down the corridor. But at least, as she realized later, she probably made their ordeal just a little bit easier to endure tonight.
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Chapter Twenty-Six: Taming a Monster
The next morning before Valerie could even get to the Great Hall for the morning meal before the day’s classes, she was practically ambushed by Ginny with an onslaught of furious tirades. They had a brief conversation, in which Ginny was suspicious as to Valerie’s absence from the meeting and told her she shouldn’t miss anymore and also Ginny complained about her late arrival into the headquarters last night. Valerie only told her that she believed studying for her N.E.W.T.s was more important for herself than D.A. meetings. Of course, that wasn’t really true, as it was secretly her job to spy on the organization. She didn't tell anyone, but Valerie was aware what it also meant by Voldemort taking away her fake galleon and not making her a duplicate. It was obvious Voldemort didn’t find the observations on the D.A.’s activities significant enough to report on.
Valerie strode over to Damion’s place along the Slytherin table, where she could see the brawny boy, munching on a piece of french toast. Damion thought of himself in a lap of luxury, as he ate from a plate loaded down with food, not noticing anything else around him.
Valerie held the note out, putting it under his nose, as she stood from across the table. “Headmaster Snape told me to give you this,” Valerie said loftily.
Damion smirked and rose a thick eyebrow, yet otherwise he portrayed the same level of calm demeanor. He opened the piece of parchment, and read it three times, his expression more mutinous with each one.
“Powers!,” he demanded angrily. “Do you know what is the meaning of this?”
“Nope. No idea,” she lied convincingingly, shrugging carelessly. “Just following orders…Kind of like you do, Damion!”
He scowled at her, and put his elbows on the table, slouching. Clearly he was worried. His two best mates, the fellow prefects who happened to be sitting with Damion, took the parchment from the table. Damion made no objections to it, knowing it concerned them as well. Valerie strode away, in a buoyant victorious fashion. She turned around once and got a glimpse of the three prefects' paling expressions, clearly daunted by the impending meeting with the headmaster, for which they knew not the purpose.
*
That evening, Valerie had to go to Alecto Carrow’s office. She went down there with dread, afraid she would somehow be forced to go to the dungeons again. As usual, she found a long line of miserable-looking kids, queuing up outside the office to go to their trip to be tortured. Valerie tried hard not to look at them, especially when she recogonized some of the faces, including a little First year girl who Damion raped a couple of months ago.
Valerie banged on the door, knocking loudly several times. She got up her nerve and took her wand out. “Alohomora!” The door was free to open and Valerie burst in to find the squat witch, lazing at her desk snacking on a bowl of tarts, mouth covered in raspberry jam.
For a second Alecto was speechless. Then she spoke. “How dare you trespass into my office, Powers!”
“I’m not - you wouldn’t answer your door,” said Valerie, glaring at her. “I knocked. Usually when a person knocks on the door, you answer,” she added slyly.
Alecto ignored the little jibe. By now, she was quite used to constant verbal attacks from the Gryffindors. Instead, she recalled, “That’s right, I put you in detention – Go wait outside with the rest of ‘em!”
“I can’t do that,” said Valerie calmly, and she smiled broadly.
“Why not? Do you want me to make you?” said Alecto nastily, and her chubby fingers curled around the handle of her wand.
“Because…of this note the headmaster wrote. It explains it,” and Valerie came closer to Alecto, and laid the note down on the desk for her to read.
Alecto read quickly, her face turning sour with displeasure and even disappointment. “What made him favour you so?…Perform a lap dance or somethin’?”
Valerie couldn’t resist a cold laugh and adding cooly, “You might say so…”
Alecto’s eyes beamed with malice, like a woman who had found the perfect piece of juicy gossip to spread around. Valerie saw it and quickly became alarmed. She explained, very seriously, “Of course not! Snape threatened me – He said if he finds any evidence indicating I’m stealing, he’ll have me expelled.” For the note to Alecto explained how there was no actual evidence Valerie Powers was stealing, and therefore shouldn’t be punished.
“Oh. That would be good if it happened! Get!”
Gladly, Valerie turned away, and once free, slammed the door behind her, and let out a cacopohony of ringing laughter.
“Oh! What did you do?,” said one girl, excitedly. They were all eager to hear any good news, any tidbits that might contribute to getting rid of the Carrows.
“Just made her sorry life a little worse is all,” said Valerie. At once, without much of a glance at the students, she strode away down the corridor. But at least, as she realized later, she probably made their ordeal just a little bit easier to endure tonight.
Note: Please review.