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Emma sat on the edge of her bed in the hospital wing feeling like she had been almost turned inside out. On the opposite end of the wing, she could make out Irish and her gang of misfits. She rolled her eyes at the lot of them, before moving and tried to make herself into a comfortable position. She was almost there when a loud bang caused her to groan and glance up to see her own father storm into the hospital wing. He didn't look very happy, but then again, could you really blame him. She got her ass beat by a mere Gryffindor half-breed.
He ignored the Hospital Wing staff as he moved toward where Emma was and she almost had the urge to shrink back away from him. "You failed!" he barked at her, causing her to smirk. "That is unacceptable."
Emily chuckled, as she moved from the position that she was in, ignoring the signs that her body was giving her, and sat up, drawing her arms over her drawn up knees. "Why do you care, Father?" she threw back at him, all too aware of the eyes staring back at them, of more of the eyes on her, and what she would say to her father. "It's not really like you haven't stepped in more than once to save me before."
Anger flashed through his eyes. "How dare you bring these false lies upon me, Emily!" he snapped as he took a step toward her, causing her to tilt her head back to glance back at him. "If you were not my own flesh and blood, you wouldn't be alive to breathe one more second."
"Is that a threat, Father?" Emily asked as her own anger mirrored that in his eyes. "Cause I'm really not in the mood for this oh so lovely father/daughter chat that we're having at the moment. So if you don't have anything nice to say to me, why don't you go shove off."
"Why you . . . " Snape growled, as he reached out for Emily's neck only to have his hand snatched back. His eyes quickly moved along his arm, robes and all to the long fingers that held his wrist. He quickly twisted his wrist causing the person to sink down to their knees in extreme pain. He quickly grabbed the mere boy by the back of the neck. "You wish to go against me, boy?"
Drake let out a hiss, shaking his head to clear it of the pain. "Bug off, bastard!" he snapped at him, as he threw back his elbow, catching Snape off hand and he staggered back away from Drake. The Riddle boy quickly was on his feet and facing the Potions Professor with his wand drawn aimed straight at his throat. "Do you really want to piss me off, mud-blood?"
Emily shocked at the muggle-born reference Drake just threw at her father. She shot a glance at her father to see his face darken as he got angrier. "You have no right to talk to me in such a way, boy!" Snape grumbled as he took a step toward them, and straight into Drake's wand. "I'm not afraid of you."
That got a smirk from Drake as he shot a smirk over at Emily. "Oh, but you should be, Snapie-poo," he said, as he pushed his wand into Snape's chest. "Cause I hate to tell you this. Where you were a lackie where it came to the Dark Lord and his ways, when it came to the tortures of those who were dumb who disobeyed him. I didn't look the other way."
In a blink of an eye, Severus had Drake's wand in his hand and the boy was on his knees. "If you think that just by name alone you have the power, think again, miss-breed," he hissed at him, as he traced the wand across the line of his neck. He knew what his own daughter had down with Irish to brand her. "You think you are powerful enough to take me own." He then smirked, a cruel smile in it's own. "If you think you are ready, then maybe I might accept your duel challenge, Drake Riddle."
Drake shoved the wand away from his neck. He didn't want to be branded like some simple minded cattle. He was much better than them. He had a certain purpose in life. A destiny, a purpose that more than the lot of them would ever have. He shot a glance at Severus. He was a coward among many. He would fail just like the rest of them.
Drake snorted at his words. "Do you think that I am that stupid?" he asked him, as he glanced at him. "Stupid enough to take on a Professor. No thank you."
Severus chuckled before he took a step back away from them. "Just as I thought. Emily would fall for the weak ones." He then turned and headed for the door.
"Weak ones?" Emily and Drake said at the same time. Emily quickly yanked out her wand from underneath her pillow and pointed at her father. "Accio Drake's Wand!" In a matter of seconds, it was back in Drake's hand and her father was glaring at her. "I'm sorry, Daddy, did I upset you?"
"You'll pay for that, Emily," Snape muttered as he started toward them. "I'll start on the boy."
"Uh-uh," Emily started, causing him to stop and gaze over at her. "Severus Snape, I challenge you to a duel. To prove once and for all that I am better than you are."
----tbc----
---The Characters so Far---
Emily –Emma- Snape
--Slytherin
Severus Snape
–Ex-Slytherin
Drake Riddle
–Slytherin
—more to come—
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