"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?"

Dumbledore gave a wry smile. "So you knew?"

"No freaking duh," Evie huffed. "I've known all along."

"I really shouldn't have left..." Dumbledore chuckled.

"Yeah, mistake on your part, huh?"

"I apologize for that."

"Oh I don't care. With you gone, that means there's more rules I can break and get away with," Evie said flatly. "Anyway, you know who it is, right?"

"It's Professor Quirrell, isn't it?" Dumbledore said without hesitation.

"Bingo," Evie said sarcastically. "If you know, then hurry up and get the hell over here. I have a feeling Harry's going to kill himself with his stupidity." She briefly cast a glance down at the floor below her, where Harry stood hesitantly before the mirror, Quirrell lingering behind him.

At this, Dumbledore's brows creased in concern. "I knew it was still too early...you'll take care of him, won't you, Evie?"

"Heck no."

"Evie--"

"I think I said this before," Evie said in a bored tone, "but I'm done playing hero. Unless it benefits me in some way, I have no interest in your personal affairs."

"Fighting against the Dark Lord...isn't that what you've always wanted to do?" Dumbledore asked, amusement glinting in his eyes.

"Don't bribe me."

"I'm not--"

Evie sighed. "I should've known it was a waste of time talking to you...this conversation ends here."

She pulled the spinning wand from the air, disconnecting the call, and turned back to the scene.

Just in time to see Quirrell unwrap the turban on his head.

Evie couldn't help but make a disgusted face. "Eww, that's nasty..."

Yes, Evie Mystic, this is what I have become.

Staring at the face of the Dark Lord etched into the back of Quirrell's head and hearing his voice in her mind, Evie felt nothing but disgust.

"Yuck."

I am nothing but a shadow. I must share a body with another in order to live. But Quirrell is ever so faithful, yes...you even saw him drinking unicorn blood for me...and when I get the Elixir of Life--

It was the wrong topic to bring up.

Silver.

Evie had almost forgotten about that incident, but now a new fresh wave of rage shot through her. She stood up, glowering with murderous intent, and raised her wand.

I'm going to make you pay for that.

"Avada Kedavra." (A/N: too lazy to get the book out. XD. Spelling errors, anyone?)

A bright green light shot from the tip, but naturally, since the man was two-faced, he saw it coming and dodged. It crashed into the ground and indented immediately, forming a huge crater.

"Don't get in the way," Quirrell hissed, still walking backwards so that Voldemort could speak with Harry.

"Who's getting in who's way now?" Evie asked coldly as she raised her wand again.

Quirrell snarled and raised his wand to intercept--

Voldemort officially lost patience. "SEIZE HIM!" He screamed to Quirrell as Harry dashed off in the distance.

Quirrell set his wand down and immediately spun around to grab at Harry's wrist.

Ignoring me, is he? Evie narrowed her eyes in annoyance and fired again, this time a random spell that came from the back of her mind.

"Tch."

Making a noise of annoyance, Evie pulled another wand from her belt. Holding both in her right hand, she concentrated on picturing what she wanted to happen.

The Sorcerer's Stone flew out of Harry's pocket and right in front of her, where she snatched it out of the air. "Got it."

Harry glanced over and gasped. "Evie?! What are you doing here?"

As he did, his hand roughed Quirrell's face by accident, and Quirrell immediately screamed in pain, backing off.

"Could say the same thing to you," Evie responded carelessly, hopping onto the ground. "But you can hurry up and run, Harry. I have no business with you."

"But--"

At this time, Harry was unable to hold off Quirrell any longer and collapsed on the floor.

Evie sighed. "Hey, hey, are you serious? Passing out in the middle of the battle...I'm not sure if that's considered bravery or stupidity."

"Give me the stone!" Voldemort howled, and turned on her.

Evie smirked, holding up the glittering red jewel. "Oh, you mean this? If you want it so bad, then--" she spun around and leaped up the stairs neatly--"Come and get it, idiot!"

"Harry!"

At this moment, Dumbledore rushed in.

Neither Evie nor Voldemort paid any attention to the headmaster as he rushed over to the fallen young boy. They both just glared at each other intensely.

Finally Evie dropped the Sorcerer's Stone into her closed fist. "What, don't want it? Guess I'll keep it, then." Her red eye twinkled mischievously.

"You--!" Voldemort howled. Quirrell snapped his fingers again, and large, leaping flames immediately spread out around the place. "You can't escape! Give me the stone!"

"Evie!" Dumbledore called, motioning for her to back off with his wand pointed at the Dark Lord.

"No way."

Evie said this in such a venomous tone that even the headmaster had to flinch.

"I'm not going anywhere until I send you to hell for what you did to Silver!" She hollered. "Crucio."

She'd used it once before, but Crucio was a deadly torture spell that had sent someone to Azkaban for it before. Paying no mind to the consequences, she proceeded in casting the spell and sending the red burst of magic flying at Quirrell, who was still howling in pain.

Dumbledore raised his wand and, without saying anything, eradicated a barrier between the two. The Crucio spell crashed into it at full force, sizzling before fading out.

Evie glared at Dumbledore, an aura of murderous intent building up around her. "Get out of the way!" She commanded, her red eye glowering slightly. She swapped her wands for the black one, sparking red, and swung it across the air, creating a log drag of black magic in a familiar arc-shape that she had used to trap Voldemort previously in the forest.

Dumbledore blocked the spell, but he was too late to stop the green Killing Curse flying from the tip of Evie's sparking wand straight for Quirrell/Voldemort.

"Just so you know, I wasn't kidding when I said I'll kill you!"

"M-Mercy, have mercy!" Quirrell pleaded, seeing the deadly Curse zooming straight for his heart.

"Evie Mystic!" Dumbledore boomed.

Suddenly, another sudden blast of magic pushed it off course, missing its intended target.

Evie hissed at the man in black standing at the doorway. It was Professor Snape. Standing next to him was Professor McGonagall.

"Listen to the headmaster, Miss Mystic," Snape said sharply.

"As if I would care," Evie retorted, glaring at them icily.

"Evie!" Professor McGonagall scolded. "Besides, how could you cast a Killing Curse like that?"

"Let her be, Professor McGonagall," Dumbledore said softly. Snape and McGonagall both looked surprised at his words. "Evie, calm down. I understand--"

"What do you understand?" Evie said coldly, cutting him off. "What do you know?"

Suddenly, Quirrell leaped to his feet and grabbed his wand. "Youuuuu--" He brandished it at her. "Avada Kedavra!"

Professor Snape raised his wand, but Evie was faster. "Oh, no you don't." She stabbed her wand straight at the ground, and the floor immediately ripped open. Explosions popped all across the room, and the Killing Curse was repelled by the debris and rising smoke.

Hoot hoot.

Evie stopped herself from casting another spell and glanced up. She tucked the dangerous wand back into her belt notch, whistling sharply. Pluto landed on her outstretched wrist, a letter in its beak and chest puffed proudly.

"You look like an idiot," Evie scowled at her prideful owl, taking the letter and bonking it lightly on the head. "Another letter for me? She's just going to keep sending, isn't she? I bet this is about finance issues."

She tossed the letter carelessly over her shoulder, where another something else exploded and swallowed it up in a ball of fire. "Let's go."

She started back towards the door, but paused and turned. "Oh, right, Volde-whatever-it-was--" (Of course, she knew his name; she purposely didn't say it since she was in a bad mood)-- "If I ever see your ugly face again, I won't let you off the hook."

Tossing her braids over her shoulder, she stalked off.

Neptunia was waiting for her at the entrance, calmly licking its paw. Evie scowled at the cat. "If you cough up hair balls later, I'm not cleaning it up."

"Mrrow?" Neptunia tipped its head at Evie innocently. "Can I take a bite out of Pluto, then?"

Evie slammed the door shut behind her, nearly catching the black cat's tail. "For-get it."

"All right," Neptunia grumbled. "So, did you put the man out of his misery?"

"What kind of misery was he in, exactly?" Evie retorted. "And no--I didn't."

"You've gotten soft, Evie," Neptunia said slyly.

Evie raised her wand, sparking purple, with a murderous glint in her eye. "You said something?"

"Nope," Neptunia glanced off to the side.

"Evie, Evie! Oh, Evie, where have you been?"

Evie rolled her eyes. "Oh, no. Here comes another nuisance."

Hermione Granger came running down the hallway.

"Have you seen Harry?" She asked urgently. "I took Ron to the infirmary but I haven't heard a word since then, and I'm really worried..."

"Huh, imagine that," Evie grumbled. "You--worried."

Hermione scowled at her. "Just answer the question!"

"With luck, maybe the old geezer got him out safely," Evie said in a bored tone, "or they could've died in the explosions I set off. Beats me."

"What?!" Hermione demanded.

"What do you think the chances are?" Evie asked slyly.

A/N: Okay, this is officially the lamest chapter I've ever written. Sorry. I can't believe I haven't updated since Christmas and its March already. I ran out of ideas on how to continue this chapter halfway through. Then I got bored of Wattpad and took a break for a couple of months. So I haven't been on for a while, but hopefully I can keep my interest until I finish this. Again, like I've said before in a comment I deleted, it's actually harder than you think to write a fanfiction without changing the original plotline. Thanks for your patience!

~Princess_Fairytale

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