Hermione and the Demon of Smoke

I am very happy to share the story, "Hermione and the Demon of Smoke" with you. I thought that it was lost to the sands of time, but I recently found a copy of it.

It was shortly after reading the following story that I got the idea for "The Birth of Bethany". When I first read the story I'd just finished posting my first two stories, both TG, and was wanting to write something with a corruption theme. After finishing the story I found myself wishing that it was longer and not fan fiction. Then I thought, why don't I write my version? Three weeks later I finished writing "The Birth of Bethany". I sure wish I still wrote that fast.


Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
By ???

Hermione was in the library when it happened.

There was nothing special about that.

Hermione was almost always in the library. If you were looking for Hermione while Hogwarts was in session, it was quite a safe bet that you’d find her in the library.

So it was no surprise that the demon would find her there that night. This particular demon didn’t look anything at all like a demon. At least not at first it didn’t. Even later it didn’t look like you’d expect a demon to look. At first it seemed like nothing at all. Just an oh so tiny almost invisible puff of smoke. You would have to be looking right at it very hard to have spotted it at all.

Hermione certainly didn’t see it.

She was far too busy pouring over an ancient book on disappearing potions to even notice the thing, even when it began to grow and take shape.

At the beginning it had no shape at all. Just smoke. Just a tiny puff of smoke lingering in the air. But then, as it grew, it began to a form into a kind of ball that seemed to shimmer and glimmer in the dim light of the dusty old library.

But Hermione didn’t notice. She was too busy reading.

She did however stop her reading long enough to sniff the air, when she began to smell smoke. Smoke at Hogwarts was hardly an uncommon thing. But smoke in the old library could be a very bad thing altogether.

Heather's Story part 12

Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro


Chapter 12

Heather awoke on Saturday wishing that she were dead. Her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it with old cotton balls that had been soaked in cigarette ash and stale alcohol. She imagined that her breathe was so bad it could kill a small animal. All the moisture was gone from her mouth; she ached for a glass of water. Her head throbbed with a needle like pain centered in each temple. Her stomach felt like it was trying to claw its up and out through her throat.

To make matters worse Kirk had the worst mattress she’d ever slept on. The thing sagged like a semi deflated air mattress. It forced the girl’s bodies against each other and not in a pleasant “let’s cuddle” way, but more of an involuntarily wedged together way that grinded hip bones against each other and shoved elbows into ribs.

The absolute worst of it was the agonizing pain in her left breast. Opening her eyes she discovered the source of her discomfort. Mr Whiskers was standing on her breast, staring into her eyes.

“Meow!” he demanded.

It suddenly occurred to Heather that he hadn’t eaten or been near a litter box for at least 16 hours. “I can get you some food pretty soon,” Heather croaked. “I don’t have a litter box with me. Can you use the toilet? I heard that some cats do that.”

Part 12 is around the corner

I'd hoped to post part 12 of Heather's story by tonight, but it's not going to happen. I am very close to being done and I have high confidence that it will be ready by tomorrow night.

I'm excited to post this part of the story. I've been wanting to get to Saturday (in the story) since I posted part 1 back in December. If I had known that it would take me until June to finally post this part of the story I may have cried at the time. Anyway, it is almost done now and I am happy to be getting closer to the end. After part 12 there are 4 or 5 more parts to post.

Thanks for reading!