Fictional vs. Reality

Chapter 7 - Voldemort Knows

"So, what you want me to do is go to Dumbledore and tell him what we plan to do tonight?" Severus asked.

Voldemort nodded, facing away from Severus and the doll. The doll, Chuckie, sat impatiently on a large chair. He wanted nothing more than to tear out these men's' throats and strangle them with their brain stem. It would be messy, bloody, and brutal, all to which the little doll treasured above all else when killing a victim.

"You want me to tell our enemy our plans?" Severus emphasized every word, much for his understanding than anything else.

Again, Voldemort nodded.

"Why?"

Voldemort fought the urge to remark, 'It's what you've been doing for many years now, isn't it?' Instead, he settled with, "I want him to send someone out and try to stop him. Someone will get killed. And, if he brings more than we had hoped for, I'll send my servants, and hopefully they'll take care of the situation."

Severus nodded and bowed. "Yes, my lord."

Chuckie wanted nothing more than break that long, slender, pale neck of his, and watch his blood stain his hair.

With a swish of his robes, Severus disappeared out of the room. He had to admit, though to no one but he, that that Chuckie doll was scary, and he knew the doll wanted to do something incredibly brutal to him.

He walked into the parlor, where Freddy and Bella were talking. He stopped at the doorframe, raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms over his chest. He thought Bella pretty brave to be socializing with a monster that wanted to kill her just the day before.

"Tell me what this 'Draco Malfoy' looks like," Freddy implied.

"Well, he looks like his father - " Bella started, but Freddy growled.

"I don't know what his fucking father looks like, either!"

"He's tall, blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and a traitor," Severus said, startling the two. "Why do you want to know?"

"I want some details on how this kid is so I can find him," Freddy said. "Is he a child? My favorite victims are children, you know."

Bella shrugged. "He's seventeen, going on eighteen, I believe."

"Perfect..." Freddy smirked.

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"Ew! It's gross!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Well, you can't expect the good guys to always look cute, do you?" Hermione defended.

"Well, yeah! Isn't that the whole point?" Ginny sighed. "Aren't all super heroes supposed to be these really cute guys that the women all melt for?"

"Like Potter?" Draco asked.

Harry cleared his throat and he blushed. "I-I don't think so."

"Anyways," Hermione said, "he's a good guy. He can knock out many bad guys at the same time. And, he's practically indestructible."

"Why practically?" Ginny asked worriedly.

"I don't know. Nothing is that perfect in the real world, I suppose."

"But, this isn't the real world we're dealing with," Harry said. "I mean I used to think magical things were unreal. Now I know that they are; and on top of all that they can heal, kill without leaving any clues to who they are, and I can go on and on but - "

"But you wouldn't like to have everyone sleeping when you're done with the speech about how grand magical beings are...am I right?" Draco smiled at him. "Or am I right?"

"Please fight the urge to start a fight, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said. "Harry has made his point. Okay, maybe Flubber is indestructible. What can I say? I'm stuck in the real world here."

At that moment, Ron ran in the room, his face flushed. "Snape's back! He doesn't look too happy either."

Hermione shrugged. "We'll just be smart enough to stay out of his way while he's here. Now, as I was saying - "

"It won't be that easy," Ron interrupted.

"Why?" Hermione snapped. "It is easy. We stay away from him, and he stays away from us. It's logical, and it's how it's supposed to be whilst we are all here together."

"Well, he wants to talk to everyone."

Hermione silently cursed to herself. If it got out to anyone that she was kissing her professor in her sleep, she'll die of mortification. And she was sure Draco was going to make sure of that...only without the intention of really trying to kill her.

"Put Flubber away," Ginny said, holding her hand out to Draco.

Draco put his hands up and pushed away. "No way!" He stood up and walked towards the door. He turned around. "I don't care how sanitary that thing is, I will not touch it." With that said, he turned around and walked out of the room.

Ginny then tried handing it to Harry, then Ron, both refusing it, then leaving just as Draco had. She sighed dejectedly. "I guess no one wants to hold you, little fella," she said.

Hermione cleared her throat.

"I feel sorry for you that no one wants to touch a little green gloop," she continued. "It saddens me when people take things for granted by the way they look. 'Don't judge a book by its cover,' I always say. Or is that Hermione who always says that? I don't know. Anyways, just because everyone else doesn't like you doesn't mean that I don't. Sure I said you were ugly and super good guys were supposed to be cute, but at least you are cute in the way you act."

Hermione cleared her throat again, only louder this time. It seemed that Ginny had forgotten that she was even in the room.

"You're so...baby cute with your funny little wiggly body and little cooing noises you do."

Hermione was getting aggravated. Did Ginny really have to start using baby talk to it? She shook her head. "GINNY!"

"What?"

"Give me Flubber, now."

Sighing in relief, she handed Flubber over, and walked out of the room, muttering something about wanting to wash her hands ten times with both soap and water, and magic. Hermione sighed, and smiled at Flubber. She put the green glob in the container, and shut and locked it.