Thursday

Snape walked a good distance infront of me as I depressingly dragged my feet along behind him as we made it to the marble staircase.

" 'Your' room is up the stairs and to the left, I'll have one of the house elves find you some...clothes"

He said glancing over me disgustedly before continuing.

"There is a bathroom across the hall from where you will be sleeping, feel free to use it any time."

He smirked.

"Haha, very funny"

I grimaced watching him enjoy his arrogance.

"Umm, do you know what today is.."

I asked after a second. Snape raised a black eyebrow.

"Its Thursday."

"Oh, well thanks then.."

I muttered awkwardly. Looking me over one last time he sighed before departing from the bottom of the steps. I glared after him and once his cloaked figure was behind the corner I stuck my tongue out childishly.

"I saw that"

Snape grunted as his voice began to trail off from down the hall.

"I meant for you to!"

I yelled in an arrogant tone. My room was...well awesome. When I opened the door I half expected it to be a dusty dank cell with a straw bed, like the one I had been kept in at the ministry. The walls were a soft baby green contrasting smoothly with the cherry hard wood floors and white flower designs as the trim in the middle of the walls. The room could have held seven people comfortably and more if necessary. It wasn't until I found where my bed was at, that I finally noticed how oddly shaped this place was.

The queen sized mattress was smack dab in the middle of the wall and I 'MEAN' in the middle of the wall. There was a large gap in the wall where the mattress fit perfectly inside. Which looked pretty beautiful at the moment, before I realized the only way a person could get into the bed, was by crawling up the foot of the bed. I liked it though once I looked closer. It basically looked like another chamber, only smaller. There was a rope and a curtain that you could pull to inclose yourself completely inside the miniature chamber bed. That thought was mildly comforting in its self.

"Missus?"

A little voice squeaked causing me to jump. Looking down I saw a small house elf with large glassy tennis ball sized eyes, and a pillow case outfit.

"Ye..umm..uh, just call me Mercy"

I said slightly transfixed by this strange creature. I had known about English wizards having these little...creatures, but I myself had never seen one in person. The little house elf, I wanted to believe was a 'she', bowed her tiny head slightly.

"My name is Genta,"

'She' announced in a tiny voice.

"Master has ordered me to bring you clothes and run your bath."

She said pointing towards the open door on the other side of the hall.

"You'll find everything you need in there,"

Genta squeaked as she began tugging on her pillow case dress nervously. For some reason I felt sorry for her, she reminded me of a little kid. I bent slightly and smiled.

"Thank you, Genta"

I said before rising and walking to the bathroom; a mere twelve steps away. Once I had shut the door behind me, I saw a neat stack of clothes on the closed toilet seat lid. I didn't bother to look at them right away, I was too transfixed with the image I saw in the mirror. The woman staring back at me, was most definitely NOT me.

My hair had once been so violently blood red with soft waves, and now it was a nasty brown color and stringy. I shuttered at myself and quickly turned away from the mirror. Once I had stripped out of my nasty grimy attire that I had been wearing for over a week, I gingerly sat down in the water of the claw foot tub. There were only three words that could describe what this felt like. 'Oh my god'. Grabbing a loofa brush and a random body gel I roughly scrubbed every inch of my body that had been touched by those filthy death eaters.

Thankfully they had not been as perverted as rumors lead me on to believe, but there was no real doubt in my mind that some of those poor bastards were actually the cause of those rumors. The more I thought about my week of torture, the more I thought about America, my home, my family. I guess I could be worse. I mean, I could have been killed, and I know that would have in-turn killed my daddy; Atticus. I wonder if Snape would let me talk to him, not just my mother. Yesh, the thought of my mother; Carolyn, brought tears to my face. The tears continued when I thought about my younger seventeen year old twin brothers; Chance and Honor.

"God, what have I got myself into?"

I groaned as I got out of the tub and wrung my hair out over the edge.

"Ginny, Fred, George, Molly, Ron,...and Harry"

I breathed picking up a red bath towel and wrapping it around my slick pale body. I grasped the clean pile of clothes in my arms and opened the door. This time it only took me five steps as I sprinted across the hallway to my room. Closing and locking this door behind me I dropped the towel to my feet and walked over to the foot of the bed where I laid out my clothes on the covers.

"What the..."

I grunted running a hand over a pale blue handsewn nightgown. Attached to the fabric was a handwritten note.

' I made this for you missus, the master was unable to find clothes for you, he said that your regular attire would be transported here by morning.'
~Genta

I smiled thoughtfully and touched the letter with my finger tips. Hmm, maybe someone over here did care about me... Quickly I pulled the gown over my damp red hair, and let the fabric fall to my ankles by its self as I walked over to a vanity I had failed to notice before. Sitting down I ran an antique brush, that I found, through my hair.

Friday, November 24

Well today has gone...well for the most part i must admit. This morning I woke up to the smell of one of gods greatest miracles, bacon. Apparently Genta, my little house elf buddy, had cooked me up breakfast in bed. Had she been there when I woke up, I would have graciously asked her to join me. After licking my plate clean and draining my orange juice I set it aside and then watched the empty glass and plate disappear into thin air. As I slid off the end of the bed, (because there wasn't away to walk around it)I walked over to my new vanity.

I was unusually content all of a sudden, so I leaned over and started to put on my make up. I only needed my powder to conceal some of my freckles, and of course black eyeliner and mascara. I smiled at my reflection as I set them back on the vanity. Sure my make up took a good five minutes to apply effectively but it was wor....wait. Where did my make up come from?! Thinking quickly I stood up and curiously looked around the room. And where the hell was my stuff? Snape promised he'd have it here by this morning.

"Genta took it upon herself to put Missus clothes away"

She squeaked from below me. I flinched slightly at how silent she was when comming into a room. Smiling down at her finally I managed to speak.

"Thanks."

I chuckled as I walked over to the dresser and pulled it open to reveal all my pants and undergarments that I had packed when I came over here to join the Order. Hmmm, I wonder how he got all of my clothes over here? I'll have to ask him that later.

"Has Missus made a choice yet?"

Genta trilled skipping over to what looked like a closet door and opening it.

"Uhh, choice for what?"

I said cocking an eyebrow and closing the dresser back quickly. Genta looked at me strangely with her large glassy yellow eyes.

"Why for dinner tonight, the Malfoy family are expected."

Genta quipped quickly averting her gaze back to my closet.

"Urgh"

I groaned slouching.

"Genta, I'll find something I promise..."

"But master,"

" I will handle 'Snape' "

I muttered flipping my hair behind my shoulder and holding my head higher than normal. Genta began to tug a little on her outfit.

"W-Well, if Missus says so,"

She said walking over to the bedroom door and then pausing.

"B-Before I leave miss, I have left your toys in care of my master, he thinks you might try something foolish with them."

Genta then nodded her head and left me standing there dumbfounded.

"Toys?"

I said confused. Walking over to my new closet, I pulled a shirt off the hanger. It wasn't my favorite article of clothing, I much rather preferred baggy loose fitting shirts, than normal form fitting ones like this. I then walked over to my dresser and rummaged around until I found a baggy pair of Goodwill bought American Eagle jeans. I sniffled loudly as I pulled them on. My momma always said it was good to be in style and not pay to much for it. I sighed wiping away a tear from my green eyes. I would always adore my four dollar and fifty cent American Eagle pants. Standing infront of the vanity mirror, I grinned slightly at my

'Save Energy! Don't talk to me' tee shirt. I didn't bother to put shoes or socks on before I walked out onto the green carpeted hallway. I probably roamed around this 'Palace' for a good ten minutes before I found Snape, in a large office looking room. He had his black hair curtained around his pale face, and was in his usual black attire, with his face shoved into a book. I stopped in the doorway and knocked on the frame. His dark brown eyes lazily drifted over to me, causing me to shift uncomfortably.

"Yes"

He said, it wasn't a question it was a command.

"Uh..Genta said that you had some of my 'stuff',"

I muttered stepping into the room and peering around at the leather bound books on the neatly stacked shelves. Closing the book and setting it on the desk infront of him, he leaned over and pulled a large trash bag of stuff on his desk.

"You may have them back, if I see them fit to be in your hands"

He said skeptically untying the yellow string and shaking out the objects until they covered his desk. I grinned when I realized what they were.

"Dude! I thought these were still at Uncle Authors and Aunt Molly's!?"

I laughed running over to the desk and running my hand over my merchandise. Snape raised an eyebrow and stood up from behind the desk. My god he had perfect posture.

"What are they, exactly"

He said sneering down at them. I didn't bother to look up at him as I continued to quietly gush over them. I smiled arrogantly and held one up so he could see.

"This my good sir, is 'Pirates of the Carribean' "

I said so smugly you'd of seen canary feathers on my mouth. Snape swiftly took the movie box from out of my hand and looked it over as he strutted over to me.

"Forgive me, but I find it impossible for 'Pirates' to fit in this, box"

He said handing it back over to me. A laugh erupted from my throat, well more of a bark.
"Ugh, it doesn't work that way!, if we had a DVD player and a TV I could show you!"

I chuckled darkly placing it back down in the pile.

"Well, I was curious about that"

He said leaning up against the desk while I shuffled through my stack of forty two movies.

"Thats why I had Genta, go out this morning and buy them...I think the machines are in the parlor room"

Snape droned shooting a look over to another one of my movies. I paused instantly and arched an eyebrow.

"You did wha.."

Before he could explain, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a quick hug, then I bolted out of the room to find the new entertainment center. Though he couldn't see me, my face was as red as my hair. Hells bells, what did I just do?! D-Did I just hug 'Snape'? The man who is part of all of this war? Well...he was technically my husband now, so what did I care. But he's only been my husband for a day...