Title:Daughter of Darkness
Pairing: BL/LV, OC/SS, NM/LM, DM/?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It rightfully belongs to J.K Rowling.
The street outside Safe Harbor's orphanage was eerily quiet. Nothing could be heard apart from the slight rustling of the summer breeze and the rare sound of a passing car. Suddenly, accompanied with a loud pop, two figures appeared in front of this depressing and neglected building. The first one was that of an elderly looking man donned in a bright orange suite with long white hair and beard, while the other was that of a black-haired wizard donned in a black cloak who appeared to be around his early thirties. Both figures headed for the entrance of the orphanage. Upon reaching it, the older man rung the bell and soon enough the door was opened by a woman who seemed to be around her middle thirties, with straight light brown hair that reached to her shoulder's blades and big hazel eyes. Upon seeing them she appeared to be momentarily taken aback by Dumbledore's attire but she soon got over her surprise and asked them politely, "How can I help you?"
Dumbledore took it upon himself to answer the question, "We are here to see the matron of the orphanage and to discuss some things with her concerning one of the children that are currently living here" replied Dumbledore kindly.
The woman looked at them curiously but didn't press on for information. She led them through the orphanage until she reached a closed-door that presumably led to the matron's office to which she knocked quietly.
The crisp reply was an emotionless, "Enter."
The woman opened the door and soon enough the three of them were inside the office. It was a fairly big office with a big desk, a library, some wooden carved chairs, a sofa, a glass made circular table and some boring wall hanging paintings. The office was spotlessly clean and everything seemed to be in perfect order, indicating that its occupant was also a person who valued discipline and organization above all things. Behind the desk was a strict looking woman who appeared to be around her middle fifties, with sharp features and gray hair tied in a strict bun. Upon seeing them, she blinked momentarily when she spotted Dumbledore's suit but quickly turned her attention to the brown-haired woman who accompanied them to whom she raised her eyebrows expectantly.
The younger woman explained the reason of their visit and when she finished talking the other woman nodded slowly in understanding, saying, "Thank you, Marie. You are free to go. I will take on from here."
The woman named Marie obliged, closing the door behind her and leaving the two men and her boss quite alone.
"Please make yourselves comfortable" said the woman, indicating to the chairs in front of her desk.
The two men complied with her request, sitting gracefully to the wooden carved chairs.
"I'm Albus Dumbledore and this is my colleague Severus Snape" started the older man. "We are here to discuss the case of one Adalia Wilson", continued Dumbledore, capturing immediately the woman's attention.
"Are you related to her?" asked the woman sharply.
"No, I'm afraid I'm not" answered the Headmaster sincerely.
"Then how come you're interested in her?" asked the woman suspiciously.
"I'm the Headmaster of a private school named Hogwarts, while Severus here is one of the school's professors. I'm here to offer young Adalia a place in our school" explained kindly the Headmaster.
"But Adalia has never applied for a school scholarship" pointed out the woman.
"Her name has been registered to our school since birth" said Dumbledore slowly. The woman seemed to ponder on this new information for a while and after a moment or so her expression morphed into one of realization.
"Her parents registered her, didn't they?" asked the woman, already knowing the answer to her question.
"They did", replied Dumbledore solemnly.
"Do you know them, then?" asked the woman sharply, "her parents" she elaborated just in case that Dumbledore didn't understand to whom she was referring.
"I'm afraid I don't" answered the Headmaster.
The woman seemed disappointed for a minute but her expression soon turned into that of neutrality once more. "And what kind of school is this Hogwarts?" she asked curiously.
"Hogwarts is a boarding school that accepts both male and female students. It is fully equipped to satisfy the students' needs with an experienced staff and a broad range of extracurricular activities. The students there attend classed daily except from the weekends where they are free to relax and do as they like. The students are free to return to their families during the holidays of Christmas and Easter but they can remain to the school if they so chose to. During the summer holidays it is compulsory for everyone to return to their respected homes and come back again at the 1st of September when the new school term begins" explained Dumbledore.
"And where exactly is this Hogwarts school?" asked the woman.
"In a secluded region of Scotland" replied the elder wizard.
"Scotland?" exclaimed the woman. "And how exactly will she go to Scotland if she indeed chooses to attend this school?"
"There is a train which belongs to the school and starts from King's Cross station every 1st of September for all the students that attend the school" answered Dumbledore.
The woman nodded quietly, taking in this information. "Then I suppose that you would like to meet her by yourself, am I right?" she asked addressing both men.
"I'm indeed very looking forward to meet her but before we get to that I would like to ask you firstly some things about her" pointed Dumbledore.
"I imagined as much" sighed the woman. "What do you want to learn about her?" she asked patiently.
"Let's start with when she came here" suggested the elder man.
"Oh, it happened ten years ago in the middle of winter. Someone left her at the doorstep with only an emerald-green blanket and a letter that revealed her name and asked of us to give her a surname and to take good care of her. Miss Marie, the woman who you just met, was the one who found her and practically raised her" said the woman.
"So, the surname Wilson is not her actual one?" asked Dumbledore curiously.
"No, it is the surname we gave her. Her actual one is unknown to us" replied the woman, making Dumbledore and Severus to exchange a meaningful glance.
"How is she like?" asked Dumbledore. "I mean does she have any friends here?"
"Well, Adalia is a highly secretive person. She prefers to remain alone in her room than to socialize with the other children. As far as I know, she never had a friend. The other children here don't particularly like her. They find her too strange. Besides it is only normal for someone with her looks to be judged because of them" concluded the woman.
"What do you mean?" asked Severus sharply, speaking for the first time and making the woman turn her attention to him.
"Well, Adalia is strikingly beautiful even for a child. Thus, you can understand that some other kids, particularly the girls, envy her for this and often give her a hard time" said the woman, a little reluctantly.
"You mean to say that they bully her?" asked Severus sharply. If there was one thing he hated most in the world that was bullies.
"In a way, yes" said the woman, a little uncomfortably.
"And you have done nothing for this?" asked the black haired man heatedly.
"We did all we could" said the woman defensively. "We couldn't just favor her over the other children because that would create huge problems. Besides, she wasn't the only one to receive mocking and negative comments"
Severus opened his mouth to retort angrily but Dumbledore beat him to it, "And this bullying has in any way affected her?" asked the older wizard seriously.
"No, and that is what's strange about the whole situation. Adalia never showed a sign of discomfort or even sadness. The only emotion that she showed was anger and that rarely happened. Most of the time she was expressionless, dismissing their comments and never rising to their baits. Adalia always hid her emotions, even from a young age. She rarely cried as a baby, making a lot of helpers here to wonder whether her brain functioned correctly. But as she grew up it became apparent that this was not the case. She was top of her class in all her primary school years and you would always find her having her nose in extra-curricular books" said the woman, smiling slightly.
"I see" said Dumbledore cautiously, the description of young Adalia reminding him of another orphaned boy more than fifty years ago.
"So, unless you have another question about Miss Wilson, would you like me to show you to her room?" asked the woman.
"I suppose that I will have to keep my curiosity at bay until I meet young Adalia in person" replied the Headmaster rising from his chair and making the other two occupants of the room to follow his example.
Soon enough, with the matron of the orphanage on lead, they were outside Adalia's room. The middle-aged woman knocked softly on the wooden door. The response was a clear, "Enter."
The woman opened the door and soon enough the three of them were inside the room. Severus and Dumbledore took little time to survey the room since their attention was turned to the figure that was currently sitting cross-legged on the iron bed. They couldn't see her face since it was hidden behind the book that she was currently reading.
"Adalia", said the woman as a means to attract the girl's attention. The girl put her book down, making Snape and Dumbledore to have a proper look at her face. They both stopped dead in their tracks by what they saw. The girl was, as the matron had told them, strikingly beautiful with long black curly her that fell to her shoulders gracefully, a lily-white complexion, high cheekbones, heavily lidded deep blue eyes with hints of grey in them and ruby-red lips. She was without a doubt the most beautiful child both wizards had ever seen. But it wasn't her beauty that made both of them stop in their tracks, but her unmistakable resemblance to another girl, a girl who both wizards preferred not to talk about. Severus and Dumbledore exchanged a meaningful glance both thinking the same thing.
The girl regarded them coolly, her face not even showing surprise at Dumbledore's eccentric attire. Her expression was unfathomable, making both wizards more than a little uncomfortable.
"Mrs Johnson?" asked the little girl with slightly raised eyebrows.
"Adalia" started the woman, who was apparently named Mrs Johnson, "These gentlemen here want to talk with you" she said indicating to the two men behind her. "I will be at my office. If you need anything just come and tell me, OK?"
Adalia nodded at her quietly. Mrs Johnson exited the room, closing the door and leaving behind her an uncomfortable silence that was soon broken by Dumbledore.
"I'm professor Dumbledore and this is my colleague professor Snape" started the older wizard. "We are here to offer you a place in our school"
Adalia, upon hearing the elder's man name she instantly recognized him. Arya had told her a great deal about Hogwarts' Headmaster and how he was considered by many to be the world's greatest wizard. But Arya had also told her not to trust the older man because he may seem kind and harmless but in reality he was very manipulative and quite capable with a wand.
"And what kind of school is this?" asked Adalia, playing the part of the curious and clueless child beautifully. She couldn't just tell them that she knew about Hogwarts and the world of magic in general because that would lead to many questions and finally to her ability to speak parseltongue which Adalia planned to keep a secret since Arya had not only told her that it was a very powerful and rare gift but it was also considered exceptionally dangerous and evil by some wizards. Moreover if they found out that she could speak parseltongue, it was very possible that they would suspect her being related to Salazar Slytherin, something that Adalia also planned to keep a secret until she found out by herself if that was indeed the case.
"Hogwarts is a school of magic" replied Dumbledore straight to the point and examining closely Adalia's reaction.
"Magic?" cackled the little girl, making both wizards shiver slightly at the familiarity of her laugh. "You must certainly be joking, sir" continued the young girl, her expression showing that she didn't believe at all what he had just said.
"I'm afraid that I'm no joking at all, my dear" said the older wizard kindly.
"And how am I to believe that what you say is indeed true, sir? Do you have any proof to support your argument?" asked Adalia her voice showing that she very much doubted if he indeed had any proof. In reality, Adalia was dying inside from anticipation. She couldn't wait to see someone performing magic with an actual wand.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and with a swift motion he extracted, presumably from the inside of his sleeve, what appeared to be a wooden stick, carved intricately and beautifully. Adalia's attention was now completely focused on the thing that Dumbledore was holding in his hands. This was the first wand she had ever seen. Dumbledore said something that Adalia did not hear because her full attention was now on his hand and with a swift motion of his wand an intricately carved wooden chair appeared out of thin air. Adalia now couldn't wait to obtain her own wand. She imagined all the things that she would be able to do with it and only the thought of it made her feel giddy and full of excitement.
"Well?" said Dumbledore, before promptly sitting on the chair he just created. "Do you believe me now or do you need further proof?" he asked kindly, curious to see what her reaction would be.
Adalia's attention was momentarily distracted by the other wizard who, following Dumbledore's example, sat on the chair of her desk. She looked into his bottomless black eyes and was surprised to see not even a flicker of emotion there. Severus also looked at her searchingly, trying to discern her personality. She finally broke their eye contact by turning her attention back to Dumbledore and deciding to leave the mystery of the black-haired professor for later.
"I…I believe you" she said stuttering a little to get more into the role of an awestruck child.
"Now that we have settled this" said Dumbledore, "Do you remember ever doing things that the other children could not do?" asked the wizard curiously, eager to learn more about this mysterious child.
Adalia nodded quietly, appearing very much like a frightened little child.
"There's no need to be afraid, my dear" said Dumbledore, believing Adalia's scared face immediately and trying to ease her anxiety. "We won't judge you for the things you did" he tried to reassure her.
Severus on the other hand didn't believe Adalia's expression right away. There was something strange about this child that made him feel on edge. It wasn't a particularly bad feeling. it was just a different one that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. And Severus could not fathom how an eleven years old child was able to cause him discomfort. Nevertheless he put aside his racing thoughts for now and focused his whole attention on Adalia, curious to hear her answer.
"I can make things move without touching them. I can read people's thoughts if I concentrate enough. I can make animals do what I want without training them. And I can protect myself from those who wish me harm" she said reluctantly, looking at Dumbledore with wide innocent eyes and leaving aside the fact that she could also use her allurement to make people do what she wanted them to.
If Dumbledore was surprised he didn't show it, "What do you mean when you say that you can protect yourself?" he inquired in a gentle voice.
"Oh, say someone wanted to hurt me. He wouldn't succeed because when he would touch me he would feel immense pain" elaborated Adalia in a voice that indicated that nothing was amiss.
Both wizards were quite surprised by her answer to say the least. "Thank you for your sincerity, my dear" said Dumbledore. "But I must warn you that at Hogwarts hurting another student would not go unpunished."
"And what do you suggest me do then? Leave someone else hurt me when I could have perfectly well defended myself?" asked Adalia in a voice that lost some of its previous warmth and innocence.
"You misunderstood me, my dear" said Dumbledore smiling slightly in order to hide his discomfort at Adalia's sudden change of voice. "I merely meant to say that you should avoid hurting another student not only because it would earn you a detention but also because it's bad. If someone were to hurt you, you should immediately report that to a professor" amended Dumbledore.
"And if a professor is not near when this someone intends to hurt me, what should I do then?" inquired Adalia in a serious voice.
"At Hogwarts you will also learn to defend yourself without hurting others. Causing pain to someone in order to stop them from harming you is not the only solution. There are many spells and charms that can protect you from others" explained Dumbledore.
Adalia nodded taking in this new information and understanding what Dumbledore meant. Accepting what others said did not mean that you necessarily agreed with them. To Adalia everyone who wanted or attempted to hurt her deserved to suffer accordingly no matter what Dumbledore or anyone else said.
"But why should you be concerned about others wanting to hurt you, my dear?" asked Dumbledore, trying to understand Adalia's reasoning.
"One cannot be too sure with these things, sir" replied Adalia mysteriously, leaving Dumbledore even more confused than before about her reasoning.
Severus for his part was even more intrigued when he heard Adalia's response. This girl was so different from all the other children he had met. She had a certain air of mystery around her that made it even more difficult for someone to fathom her personality. But there was something that she had said before that made Severus want to question her on it.
"Miss Wilson" said Snape speaking for the first time and attracting Adalia's attention. "You mentioned earlier that you are able to read other people's thoughts. What exactly do you mean by this?" he inquired in a soft voice.
"I mean exactly what I said, sir. If I concentrate enough I can read other people's thoughts. Do you want me to show you?" she asked when she saw Snape's dubious expression.
"By all means, Miss Wilson, do try" he smirked slightly, the idea of her being able to pass through his Occlumency shields was ludicrous.
Adalia raised her eyebrows at the unmistakable challenge. She sat up from her bed and went to stand in front of professor Snape. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for her to start her move.
She stared hard into his bottomless onyx eyes and tried to do what she had done countless of times before. However she found that she was incapable of such thing. It was as though she encountered a barrier, each time she attempted to get into his head, which prevented her from being able to read his thoughts. She concentrated harder, unwilling to let herself admit defeat, and soon enough she felt him strive in order to block her intrusion.
She tried and tried, each time coming closer to get a glimpse of his memories, but he prevented her from doing so at the last minute. She felt such anger and indignation at her incompetence to succeed in her effort, that for a moment she let herself succumb to rage, letting her emotions rage free. She let out a frustrated shriek, conveying in this manner all her anger and frustration at her own incapability, shuttering in the process the window of her room and breaking through Professor Snape's strong shields. She felt triumphant upon her victory while her counterpart just looked immensely shocked.
She appeared into a huge library with countless of shelves with books. She realized that this was where he kept his memories. The farther she went into the library the more she realized that it was in the back where he kept his most private ones. She reached a closed door where she could see through the glass that it led into another room with more shelves and books to it. She could see that in this place were his most guarded thoughts. She tried to open the door but found it, as she had expected, locked. She willed her magic to cooperate with her and unlock the door, and soon enough the deed was done. She entered the dark room cast in shadows and approached a bookshelf. She reached for a big dusty red book which she opened with great interest.
She saw a picture of her future professor where he seemed to be around his middle twenties. He was dressed in black robes with his wand in hand. Suddenly the picture started to move, unfolding the memory it held before Adalia's eyes.
The man of the picture seemed to be into an empty house, which was eerily quiet giving away a feeling that something here was amiss. Professor Snape walked through a long corridor arriving to what was presumably the living room of the house. There two people stood, a man and a woman no more than thirty years old, chained to their chairs and looking completely terrified upon seeing the black donned figure enter the room.
"Please" cried the woman desperately with tears in her eye. "We didn't do anything wrong."
"It's not a matter of right and wrong" came the emotionless response of the intruder. "It's a matter of must"
"M…must?" stuttered the woman so overwhelmed by fear.
"Yes, must" replied the man casually.
"Then why must you do this then?" asked the chained man heatedly, who appeared to have gained some of his courage back.
The Professor turned his attention to him, raising a black eyebrow as though he was amused by the man's new found bravery.
"I think you know perfectly well why, Mister Anderson" replied the black-haired man while reclining to a seat in front of the bound couple.
While the man, who was apparently called Mister Anderson, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion the black-haired wizard elaborated. "Weren't you, Mister Anderson, who as a minister employee gave a press conference concerning your view on the war?" asked the wizard, while sudden realization appeared on the face of his captive. "Weren't you, Mister Anderson, who proclaimed the Dark Lord as an insane murderer who apparently needs medical attention due to his mental state of mind? Didn't you say, Mister Anderson, that the Dark Lord is a raving lunatic who thinks himself superior while in fact he is equal if not inferior to all other wizards?" continued the black cloaked wizard menacingly. "Such insolence is not tolerated, Mister Anderson" tsked the other wizard.
"That's why you're here?" asked the chained man defiantly, while his wife shoot him a pleading glance to keep quite which he promptly ignored, "Did your so called master send you as a punishment for what I said?"
"Well done, Mister Anderson" praised the wizard, although his tone was mocking. "It took you some time but you figured it out eventually" he continued sarcastically.
"John…d…didn't mean wh…what he said" stuttered the woman, trying against hope to convince the man. "Please, spare us" she pleaded desperately.
The black-haired wizard watched her emotional plea without as much as batting an eyelash. "Whether he meant it or not is of no consequence, Madame. And do cease your pleading. It will get you nowhere" remarked the wizard, seeming utterly bored.
Then the woman promptly burst into tears once again, making her captor roll his eyes and her husband look at her helplessly, unable to comfort her.
"Enough" said the black cloaked wizard, while standing up from the chair he was currently occupying. "I'm not here to make idle conversation"
"Of course not" mocked the chained man, despite the situation he was put in. "You are here to do your master's bidding. You are no better than a slave" he spit out with obvious contempt in his voice.
"Are you so delusional, Mister Anderson, to think that your current position makes allowance for smart comments?" sneered the wizard.
"Well, since I will no doubt die tonight I fail to see how my comments will get me into a more precarious situation" replied the man cheekily.
"Your Gryffindor traits are indeed notable but perhaps rather…foolish" he sneered. "And since you have so willingly accepted the matter of your death, I think we should quicken the process. I would hate, after all, to keep you waiting" said the man sarcastically, before pointing his wand to the wizard, paying no mind to the woman's shriek of despair.
"Crucio" he intoned quietly, while the target of his spell screamed out in pain. The agony lasted only for a few seconds, while to the man it felt as though an eternity had passed, before the spell was lifted. The only sounds in the room were the gasps of the chained man who tried to regain his breathing and the desperate screams of the woman.
"I don't usually torture my victims but that was for your smart tongue" remarked the wizard off handedly, before raising once more his wand.
But before Adalia could see more of the memory she was forcibly thrown out of Professor Snape's mind, who screamed "Enough!", falling to the floor of her room in the process.
She blinked and looked around to her surroundings only to find a curious Dumbledore and an enraged beyond words Professor Snape. She looked at the latter with visible shock in her face. She knew that he was different and that he hid something, if his dark mysterious aura was any indication to go by, but she would have never imagined what she had just saw. He was a Death eater, a Death eater for fuck's shake.
Arya had told her about the Wizarding war which had lasted for almost a decade and had ended ten years ago, thanks to an infant named Harry Potter who had somehow managed to defeat the Dark Lord. She had told her about both sides of the war and how the followers of the Light, and thus Dumbledore's, called themselves members of the Order of the Phoenix, while the followers of the Dark, and thus Lord Voldemort's called themselves Death eaters. So, it was with great surprise that she realized that Professor Snape had once been one of them. She wasn't afraid of what she had just witnessed. On the contrary, she was even more intrigued by this mysterious man.
"How?" raged the professor, seeming at a loss for words. But upon seeing Adalia's interested expression, instead of the feared one he was sure that she would be sporting by now, his face revealed only more shock.
"Well, that was definitely interesting" remarked Dumbledore, making the black-haired wizard glare at him furiously.
"But how could she?" screamed Snape, incoherent with rage.
"How indeed" mused Dumbledore. "It appears that Miss Wilson here is full of surprises" said the white-haired wizard, smiling slightly, while on the inside he couldn't help but feel wary of young Adalia. Such power was unheard of for one so young. He definitely needed to keep an eye on her, he thought.
"But she saw my memories" screamed the black-haired professor.
"Come now my boy" said Dumbledore as a means to comfort him. "I'm sure she didn't see anything of much importance. Or did she?" asked the headmaster, eager to learn what Adalia had actually seen.
"She…" started professor Snape but Adalia beat him to it.
"I only saw professor Snape as a young boy running in a green field" she lied smoothly. It was the most plausible lie that came to her mind.
Snape looked at her piercingly due to her untrue answer but Adalia refused to look at him. Dumbledore for his part seemed to believe Adalia without a second guess.
"Then why are you so furious, Severus?" asked Dumbledore, turning his attention to the potion's master, who was still looking at Adalia calculatingly.
"She violated my privacy" responded the professor, turning his onyx eyes to Dumbledore.
"Something yourself has done a thousand times before on other people" replied Dumbledore with twinkling eyes.
Snape refused to feel embarrassed by this remark because he simply wasn't. So he just glared at Dumbledore who was inwardly laughing at him.
"So" started Dumbledore, addressing Adalia once more. "Do you, Miss Wilson, accept the place in our school?" he asked, although he knew what her answer would be.
"Of course" said Adalia loudly, playing the role of the enthusiastic child once more.
"Then I believe that this is yours" said the headmaster, while retrieving from his pocket what looked like a letter, before handing it over to Adalia. "This is your acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Inside you will also find the list of the required items that you need to purchase"
Adalia faltered slightly. "But I do not have any money"
"No need to worry about that, my dear" said Dumbledore, smiling at her slightly. "Hogwarts has a special fund for the people who are unable to pay for the school supplies. You may have to buy some books or clothes from second-hand shops but you will be able to buy all the required items"
"Really?" asked Adalia, seemingly awestruck and extremely joyful. On the inside she was just grateful that they wouldn't turn her down due to her lack of money. Arya had somehow neglected to mention anything about school supplies when she was telling her about Hogwarts. She knew of course that a wand was required but had assumed that the school would pay for this.
"Really" said Dumbledore smiling. Snape, for his part, wasn't at all convinced by Adalia's joyful attitude. He knew now that she was a master at lying after her earlier stunt. He still didn't know what to do about her. She had seen a memory of him while being a death eater, torturing one of his victims. He would confront her about it with the first chance he got. He didn't want her telling anyone what she had witnessed inside his mind, neither did he want a student having this impression about him.
"And when will I buy these school supplies?" asked Adalia the headmaster.
"Well, since school starts in the 1st of September and since it's already the 20th of August, I would say tomorrow ,since you will need some time to get accustomed with your new books and the other things that you need to buy. If of course you have no problem with this" said Dumbledore.
"No, I have no problem. So where do I have to buy these things?" she asked while looking at the list of the school supplies that Dumbledore had given her. "They don't sell those in London"
"Professor Snape will escort you tomorrow to Diagon Alley, where you can find everything you need" replied Dumbledore making Severus and Adalia look at him sharply.
"I have some businesses to attend to tomorrow so I would be really grateful to you Severus if could take over young Adalia here" continued the headmaster, addressing the black haired wizard.
"Of course I will take over her, Headmaster" replied Severus sarcastically. As though he had an option, he thought bitterly. But perhaps this arrangement was for the better, since he would also have the chance to talk to the girl about the memory she had seen.
"Very well, then" said Dumbledore while standing up, making professor Snape also to follow his example.
"I will be seeing you at Hogwarts, Miss Wilson" he said while offering her his hand which Adalia shook, having no other option.
"Be ready at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning" said Snape. "I do not take tardiness lightly, Miss Wilson" he warned her.
"Of course you don't" she said smirking slightly , while they had already exited her room.
Author's note: I'm really sorry for not updating sooner but life was hectic. Anyway I think that the length of this chapter makes up for my lateness. Don't forget to REVIEW!