EHP- Resurrection C4
A/N: Welcome to ch.4! =) Characters from Christmas Dreams will begin to appear. As for the characters ages I though I should go ahead and clear it all up, Snape starts teaching at Hogwarts the when Harry is one, and seeing as Tonks and Emily are the same age, (22 in this story because I'm not positive of Tonks's actual age) its his second year teaching when they're firsties. Think of it this way, they we're eleven in his second year teaching, add 12 years (to Harry's current age and you got it! Haha sorry about all that =) Thank you and enjoy.
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Holland's lifeless body lay still and limp on a soft azure velvet sofa dotted with cloth-covered buttons that had been summoned to Dumbledore's spacious office for the occasion. Tonks kneeled by her side, holding her wand over the unconscious young woman silently performing a drying spell, draining the water from her clothing, hair, and skin. She had been at it for several minutes before her garments had began to noticeably dry out. Behind her McGonagall paced back and forth across the Persian rug covering most of the stone floor in the spacious room. When Emily had blacked out in the entrance hall the two women acted quickly and moved her exhausted body to the headmaster's office as they waited for the welcoming feast to end. McGonagall had sent word to Dumbledore via house elf of their situation and there was nothing left to do now but wait for the other teachers to arrive.
"I've got her about as dry as I think she's going to come for now." Tonks spoke as she rose from beside the sofa across which her friend was laid. She looked down on the pale sickly face of Emily Holland, her childhood schoolmate, one of her only close girlfriends through her life. Tonks didn't make friends with girls so easily; when she was in Hogwarts all the popular pretty porcelain girls with honey blonde hair cut short into stylish bobs turned their powdered noses up at the unruly purple boy cut of her Hogwarts days… but not Emily, Emily liked her hair…
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It was double potions today for Tonks; that meant it was going to be a shitty day. She was awful at potions, not to mention the professor was already a total git and it was only his second year teaching. She trudged reluctantly down the crowded corridor packed with older students, 2nd years, 4th years… She did her best to stick close to the wall and moved as fast as she could while dragging her weighty bag of schoolbooks along behind her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw fellow first year Renata Karlsson and her peppy Gryffindor posse prance by, blonde hair shimmering and bouncing merrily. Renata's pink lips, her sparking blue eyes, her white smile… Tonks was only glad her housemates didn't notice her hiding along the wall, her choppy deep purple hair clipped messily to the side, her fingernails painted sloppily a bright Troll boogie green, and wearing her chunky black boots that made her feet look about twice their normal size. She cast her brown eyes to the floor and kept walking.
She darted through the door to the dungeon classroom as the bell rang and winced at the sound. "Late Nymphadora. That's the second time this week… Detention. Tonight, seven o'clock, my office." She winced again at the sound of Professor Snape's voice saying her name, she hated being called Nymphadora, and it seemed that he only insisted on using her first name because he knew it infuriated her. Tonks felt her hair going a fiery red at the embarrassment and the injustice.
"But Professor I-" He cut her off by turned sharply to face her, his black robes swishing around him as he did. The look in his eyes was a deadly one. Tonks swallowed hard.
"Late." He spat glaring at the Gryffindor with loathing. "Five points from Gryffindor, I suggest you think twice before contradicting me again." He continued to glare at her, "Take. Your. Seat." He growled, Tonks nearly tripped over herself as she hurried to the first empty table she saw. It was only when Tonks had sat down that she noticed a pretty brunette was sitting across from her with her nose buried quietly in a book, Tonks lowered her head a bit to read the title thinking to herself, 'sitting here reading her big ass book, must be a damn Ravenclaw…' She inspected the cover and gasped a bit. Dealing in the Dark Arts: Creatures and Curses… by Romulus Aegrus. The girl looked up from the book over to Tonks, her blue eyes wide.
"Umm, didn't mean to interrupt you…" Tonks started still miffed by the book she had discovered her companion to be poring over. She took in the Ravenclaw girl's appearance; she was quite pretty, long hair pulled away from her fair face and icy blue eyes to boot. Why wasn't she sitting with the other lovely little porcelain eleven year olds? Tonks's eyes darted over to Renata's table and then back to the girl in front of her. "What are doing all by yourself over here?" She whispered leaning over the table towards the Ravenclaw and her big book.
The girl dog-eared her page and then sat the thick leather book in her lap out of sight before speaking. "I'm not usually by myself, Katie," she nodded towards the table of pretty blondes and indicated a tall Ravenclaw girl with wavy blonde hair cascading down her back studiously taking notes; the girl glanced up and gave them an apologetic look before continuing with her notes. "She usually sits with me, well, sometimes. But if not, I have Lindy Willow. She a Gryffindor like you, do you know her?"
Lindy Willow, yea, Tonks knew her; Lindy was loud, opinionated, and talked all the time. She would sit on one of the couches in the common room and talk to her fat grey cat Moonshadow if she couldn't find anyone to discuss Quidditch with. In fact Lindy was obsessed with Quidditch, Tonks knew this because Lindy was one of the first years she roomed with in the first year dorms of the Gryffindor tower and being a muggle born Lindy was fascinated by the moving pictures on the Quidditch posters and had tacked them up all over her part of the wall. "Yea, I know her." She replied scratching at her choppy purple hair.
"Well," the Ravenclaw girl continued, "she usually sit with me, but I think she's still in the hospital wing; somehow she managed to boil her water this morning in transfiguration instead of turning it into Pumpkin Juice… it blew right out of the goblet and all over her, she got some nasty burns and I think she busted her glasses." The girl grimaced a bit. "Professor McGonagall was none to pleased."
"Oh" Tonks said, that sounded like something Lindy would do… "I hope she's alright, by the way, I'm Nymphadora Tonks… but call me Tonks, I hate Nymphadora."
The Ravenclaw smiled at her "I'm Emily Holland, pleased to meet you." Tonks noticed that she was wearing a leathery choker with a line of silvery studs around it, 'that wouldn't go over so well with Renata and her pretty friends' she thought examining the collar, 'looks like this girl has some spunk.'
"Cool necklace," she said.
"You think so?" Emily whispered, her blue eyes glittering happily, "My mum loathes it," she giggled and touched her rebellious little choker. "But I don't care, I'm not going to be like all those other pureblood little bitches. They're useless," she looked behind her to Renata Karlsson who sat passing notes and giggling with another blonde Gryffindor at her table. "Brains as empty as my parchment… my parchment…oh no!" Indeed the two girls had become so enthralled in conversation that they had failed to write a single thing Professor Snape had been lecturing on.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Tonks hissed and looked down at her own blank paper.
"Hmm, indeed Nymphadora" Tonks went rigid and looked up slowly to see a rather irate Professor Snape glaring down at the pair his arms crossed over his chest, the other students quietly copying a list of ingredients from the overhead projector. "Ten points from Gryffindor for you language in my classroom." His gaze shifted from Tonks and fell first on Emily then down to the book in her lap. "Hand that to me." He drawled lazily and held out his hand for the book. Emily went white and opened her mouth for a moment, stalling, Professor Snape raised an eyebrow daring her to speak. Not meeting his eyes she slowly took the book from her lap and handed it to him, he turned it over and glanced at the title, instantly his features darkened and he glared down at Emily. The first year bit her lip feeling his eyes on her. "Detention Ms. Holland. With me. At seven. For the next three Friday nights." And with that he swept away, taking her book with him.
"Great." Emily growled and sunk into her seat. "That was absolutely the last thing I needed."
"Well, today is Friday, and I have detention with him too… so we'll have it together at least." Tonks offered from across the table. Emily looked up at her with a scowl.
Then she smiled a little, "Couldn't be so bad then," she said looking up at her new friend. "I just need my book back… I can't believe I was so stupid to let him get it, oh Merlin I'm going to be in so much trouble…" she twisted a finger nervously around the end of her long ponytail.
Tonks smirked mischievously. "Looks like we're going to have to find a way to make that happen. I wonder where he put it…" The two girls turned in their chairs and eyed Snape devilishly; he ignored them and continued with his own work, marking F's on fourth year essays. The bell rang and they quickly packed away their things and headed for the door.
"Miss Holland," Professor Snape called out over the buzz of the other Gryffindors and Ravenclaws on their way out of the dungeon, "a word." He turned and walked away from his desk and back towards his office.
Emily stopped in the midst of a sea of fellow first years and sighed. "This is going to be painful" she muttered, "I'm going to be in so much trouble… see you tonight I guess, if I'm still alive…" she turned to walk back to where Snape was standing by the door of his office, tapping his foot in annoyance. "By the way, I really like your hair…" she said with a sad smile before disappearing amongst the students.
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Tonks was snapped from her day dream as the door to the office swung open emitting Albus Dumbledore followed by several other professors, he swept in and made his was directly over to where Tonks was still kneeling beside Holland's motionless body. "Excuse me Tonks," he said gently and she quickly got off the floor and stepped aside as Dumbledore took her place kneeling beside the velvet sofa. He looked Emily over quickly before turning to a small shaky house elf that had appeared to his right, "Eller, please inform Madam Pomfrey that her assistance is needed in my office." The house elf nodded it ridiculously large head before scampering off to relay yet another message concerning Emily Holland. Dumbledore returned his gaze to Holland's body, taking in her gaunt pallid frame and he shook his head. "It's a good thing we got her when we did…"
"Oh! Excuse me! Let me through! I need to see her!" Professor Flitwick was elbowing his way past the other Professors, tangled for a moment in Snape's long robes he angrily batted them off and hurried over to the sofa. "Merlin's beard!" the little man gasped and covered his mouth with a small hand when he caught sight of his former student lying motionless. "Ms. Holland?" he called to her, "Ms. Holland?" The short man did not have to kneel to her level and instead stood trembling by her side, "Dumbledore? What can we do?" he sobbed, "Oh, my brightest little Ravenclaw, my little eaglet is not well…" The tiny man sniffled.
"For now Filius, letting her rest seems to be our only option." Dumbledore replied and stood.
"Oohh…" Flitwick sobbed and shook his little head. "Why my little Holland? Why? Why not that dastardly dunderhead Daltons?" Snape rolled his eyes at the distraught Flitwick, doing his best to avert his gaze from Emily Holland's pale lifeless figure, but he couldn't help it, curiosity getting the better of him he glanced over to her; there she lay, deathly pale and clad in black robes suitable for any dementor. He snarled, that was certainly no way for Emily Holland to live, she never deserved this… 'Oh, but she did, she's a murderer Severus…' he told himself as he looked over at Holland, 'she's a killer…' he thought, 'Ha, but no more than you are,' he reminded himself. His mind swirling back to that cold December night an owl had arrived to him through a driving snowstorm to deliver the news…
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Severus Snape sat alone in his dungeon office, awake at Merlin knows what hour still grading N.E.W.T finals when her had heard a soft tap on his door, he tried to ignore it, perhaps it was a rat he had thought. The tapping grew louder, 'a rather large rat… Rat? There should be no rats in my dungeon.' Angrily he snatched his wand and quietly walked to the door. There was the taping again. He raised his wand, 'so long rodent' he thought and flung the door open pointing his want at the ground. But there was no rat, at his feet sat a shivering white owl, its yellow eyes wide starring fearfully at his drawn wand. Oh… "How did you get in here?" he asked the owl, what a silly thing to do, it was an owl for Merlin's sake. What time was it anyhow? He lowered his wand and rubbed his temples slowly. The owl took this as an invitation to come in and it flew silently over to his desk where it landed and held out its foot for Snape. Snape eyed the owl; still curious as to how it had managed to get all the way down to the dungeon and why on earth the message couldn't wait until the morning. He took the letter and paused for a moment while looking at the shivering owl then pushed a plate containing the remains of his dinner towards it. The owl cooed happily, shaking its feathers dry sending melting snowflakes all across his desk. "Hey! Hey! We don't do that in here!" Snape snapped at the owl. He rolled his eyes, 'see where kindness gets you? A wet desk.' He returned his attention to the letter and tore it open.
Severus Snape,
We are in dire need of your assistance, only hours ago we received a young woman to us who has indeed been attacked and bitten by a northern vampire. She's fading fast, doctors are doing all they can to extract the venom, but she is in need of your expertise. Perhaps there is something you could do to slow the poison. I fear if a significant amount is not removed she will soon die.
Merlin's Speed,
Dr. Quincy Founder
Dr. Eldred Worple
Severus read the letter over once more before snatching his traveling cloak and rushing from the office, letter still in hand. 'Emily Holland.' He thought as he ran. 'God damn it.'
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