The Feeling of Revenge: Chapter 10
A/N: LolieLaura - A part of what you mentioned in your review I can answer. I've been working on a couple chapters coming up in which both of those comments will be answered. The main part to why she sticks with her brother is because he has been there for her a lot. She likes to see the good in him. She realizes that Severus called Lily a mudblood, but she feels it was just a slip of the mouth. She sees her brother as she wants to see him and as of right now that is in a more holy light than he possibly deserves. He did call Lily a mudblood, but she has heard that so many times in passing that it doesn't fully bother her. Accidents happen and she still thinks Severus is not going down the Death Eater path so to speak.
As for Jennifer, we haven't really gotten too much into her thoughts and what not. But her main reason for doing it is the excitement. She is a pureblood and tries to stick to the 'rules' more or less because of her upbringing. That is why she loves being around Amelia. Amelia is not pureblood and knows how to have fun. I promise there will be more on this later. I have part of a chapter written in her view.
kungfupandabear - Thanks for your review! I am glad you like the story so far! I haven't been too sure on it thus far so it is good to hear from the readers :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Friday – December 10th 12:07 pm
Amelia had been in the Syltherin dorm all morning. At least that is what the map told me. James was residing in the Hospital Wing after he tried to kiss Lily. I found a strange note saying: "That was not Lily last night. You are next."
So overall it was not a good morning. To be honest, I wanted a snog. Scratch that, I wanted more than a snog. I wanted a shag.
"Are you even listening to me Padfoot?" My head snapped up from my soup that I had been spooning the contents then dipping it back in the bowl aimlessly. Apparently Remus grew weary of my behavior because he was snapping at me.
"No I wasn't, sorry Moony." I admitted in a deadpanned voice.
"I said if you are worried about Amelia, why don't you ask Fawley where she is?" He repeated and this time the words registered in my sluggish brain. At least it was sluggish today. I could not stop letting my thoughts get dragged back to the same though. Who was making a fool of us? How do they keep pranking us?
"The map already to me she's in the Slytherin dorm—"I rattled off my annoyance but Remus cut me off.
"Let me rephrase that, ask Fawley why she is in the dorms."
I let my spoon clatter in the bowl. It fell right into the murky chicken broth. "Alright," I ground my teeth and headed to my least favorite table, the Slytherin.
I glanced around for a moment till I realized Jemima —no Fawely, no longer sat there because of Yaxely. I groaned. I would need the map this time. Why were the lives of those two girls so un-repairable? Never have I met a pair whose lives were so heavy with trials and tribulations.
No matter…keep calm Sirius.
I smirked and caused Yaxely's pumpkin juice to spill down his front. Serves him right, stupid pureblood.
I knew my best bet was to head to the Slytherin dorms. So I did just that. I let my feet carry me while my brain whizzed faster than a snitch.
All too soon my thoughts came to a screeching halt. I heard loud familiar voice shouting. I could help but slip into a nearby alcove and spy.
"—Your information, I don't care if you snogged Sirius Black!" I reached up and stroked my stubble. I so wish whoever Fawely was shouting at would snog me. "There is no excuse to drinking fire whiskey for lunch!"
"Oh! Oh ho!" I recognized Amelia's strained voice. Never before had I heard her this mad. I had stumbled upon a wonderful conversation. I loved seeing the range of that woman's emotions. No other one was like that. "But you can?" At her words there was a loud shuffle. I dared to poke my head out to see Prewitt holding back both Fawely and Amelia from murdering each other.
"Knock it off, the both of you." He growled. The pair looked down at their shoes like children being yelled at by their father. "Now I want a clean explanation. From. The. Start." His words came out ground up. I could see the anger in his features and the way he stood.
Amelia, although she had supposedly drunken fire whiskey, walked like a model pass her two friends. "There is nothing to explain." Her voice sounded like a true Slytherin. The girl could really hold her liquor. I found myself smiling at her.
"Don't do this!" Fawely hissed at her best friend who was shrinking away, back towards the Slytherin dorms.
To my great surprise, Amelia actually stopped. Her body looked a little slow as she turned her attention to her too friends. The fire whiskey seemed to be taking its toll on her. She couldn't keep up that façade any longer. Amelia really was drunk. I could see it now as she swayed on her feet and Fawely steadied her.
This was my chance. I slipped out of the niche and walked towards them. In the silent hallway, my footsteps reverted off the walls. It seemed so loud to my ears, but only Prewitt glanced at me. It was a cold look. I wasn't sure I really wanted a demeaning looking in my direction. My wand hand naturally flickered down to my pocket. Better for me to be safe than blasted to pieces little Black pieces.
Oh that was a good one. I was going to have to tell Prongs later.
"I'll take over from here." I stepped near Fawely. Reaching out with my most charming look, I rested a hand on her shoulder. It had the effect I wanted, for she blinked looking dazed and confused. After her blinking fit from my beauty was gone she took a step back. I on the other hand took a step forward.
My nose scrunched up the minute I did. Amelia reeked of fire whiskey.
"To hell you will." I knew Prewitt would cause trouble. His hand was on my arm now. He was jerking me away from Amelia.
"No!" The latter cried. Her words sounded slurred to my ears. I wasn't the only one. Fawely gave her a concerned look. It was almost motherly. "I think I'll go with Black."
"You just want a snog." Prewitt muttered darkly.
I couldn't help but laugh. That statement was most likely true. Prongs and I already decided she was a female version of me. I wouldn't doubt if she wanted to use me for a snog at this point.
Oh how adorable she was.
"No, he won't let me —" She stopped talking. Her eyes looked right at mine. With a title of her head she gave me a puzzled look before she retched all over the four of us. I take it back, she was not adorable.
Friday – December 10th 7:38 pm
My head was hurting. Sweet Merlin, it even hurt to move. I had to though. I don't remember anything that happened after I threw up. I slowly opened my eyes and bit back the pain as if I were swallowing a potion. I turned to my right. What I saw made me gawk. The curtains were red. I grabbed the comforter. It was red with gold interlay. I was not in the Slytherin dorms.
How the hell did I get here?
I couldn't help the scream that filled me. My lungs burned with fear and my head hated me for it. I was making too much noise. Just as soon as the screams came, the curtains flew open. I ceased all together and my eyes bugged out.
"What's wrong?" My brain knew the voice belonged to Black, but my head would not process his face. Merlin, how much did I drink? I had to rest my hand on my forehead. Everything was spinning so quickly.
I ignored his question as he shoved a goblet with odd liquid in my hand. "Where am I?" Deep down inside, I knew the answer to that question. Secretly I was hoping this was some odd dream and that I would wake up.
Black smirked, "In my bed." His words were incredibly blunt. I don't know why, but it made me blush. It was not like I haven't been in a boys bed before. Regardless a lump grew in my throat. "Oh," I shivered. I had managed to kick most of the blankets off in my turmoil earlier. I was now paying for it as the drafty tower swept cold air around me. Black noticed it right away. He took a seat on the bed and it shifted down at his weight. He then pulled the blanket closer to me. My eyes looked up at him. He seemed so calm and it was infuriating.
"Drink up, I promise it's not poison." He reached out and tipped the goblet towards my lips. As unsure as I was, I still drank it when the cool liquid hit my lips. To my surprise it soothed the whole way down. I no longer felt like my head was about to cleave. Nor did my stomach feel as if it would fall out via vomit.
"I told you," He grabbed the goblet and set it on the table. With a grin, I knew meant he was pleased, he poked my nose. "It's a little miracle potion."
Like the idiot I was today, I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Your nose is fixed." I could even muster a thank you because I was too busy staring at his perfect face. Was he always this good looking? The way his eyes creased at the corners when he smiled, the way his lips turned up when he smiled, the way his nose curved ever so slightly at the end, it was all so perfect. He was beautiful.
"It was deserved to a degree." I watched as his grey eyes that swirled like a winters sky, stare right at me. He continued to smile, even if I knew I looked like a wreck. "I can't say I'd be happy with me if I were in your shoes." Black paused, his face turned down into a frown. "Then again, I am doing just fine without a snog."
I couldn't look at him anymore. It was as if he was ashamed of me somehow. Normally that shouldn't bother me. I barely knew Black, but yet my heart felt heavy. The feelings he was admitting to me, hurt. I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to be someone he could smile at all the times.
"I never used to be this way." The voice that came out was nothing like my own. It sounded so timid, almost like a little girl.
"Richmond?"
I nodded at his question. Nervously I began to wry my hands together. Our eyes met once more and I found myself spilling the pain and hurt I have felt since that day.
Sunday - December 22nd, 1974 - 3:18 pm
"Wait! Amelia please!" My feet wouldn't carry me fast enough to the library. If only I could make it there. If I made it to the library Edwin would be there. He would save me from this terrible luck I was having. "Amelia, we really need to talk." Only twenty more steps to on this staircase that had fifty-eight in total.
My hand jerked backwards. He had managed to catch up to me and pull me back towards him. I naturally sneered at someone I did not want to see. "Richmond," I ripped my hand away like it was on fire.
He didn't even move at my cold demeanor. "Please don't do this Amelia. You can ca—"
"Just get to the point." My eyes flickered to the top of the staircase. I was so close! "I have places to be."
He attempted to stand closer to me. In return, I went down a step. That made ninteen more to go.
"We need to talk this over." At his words I felt an odd feeling wash over me. My body swayed and I felt faint. I had to grab onto the railing to hold myself steady. "I at least owe you that much." He tried to reach out for me again, but I held myself tighter. My eyes narrowed
"Yes, I suppose you can."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "I truly am sorry. I never meant for it to end this way."
The wind was knocked from me. It felt as if my heart had stopped. I shook my head. He cannot get the best of me. "You lied to me Richmond! If you told me the truth it would have been easier on us —on me!" I cried, my voice cracked. Here were the tears. I knew they couldn't stay at bay for long. But I needed them. He couldn't get that satisfaction. I bit my lip and tried to force them away.
"It's not that simple." Richmond's hand flew up to his forehead. Anxiety creased across his features and he rubbed them into a smooth line. "If you were a bit smarter this would be a lot easier. You would understand then."
I opened my mouth to protest at his cold words. However, my body had other plans. It kept swaying even though I was gripping to the railing tightly. "Don't you even start. You were the one who drifted from me. You were the one who case me aside. It had nothing to do with my study habits." I took a deep breath. My chest felt ready to gave in. "Then you started with her."
"Alyssa has nothing..." He was talking. I was aware of that much. I could see his lips moving. I could see anger tinged his cheeked with red, but it was all blurring together. I started to sweat. I felt really warm and sick.
He was yelling now. "You were even afraid to kiss me! We may have just been friends the whole time Amelia. You are just a prude little girl."
"I am sorry for taking —taking..." The words weren't coming. I want to say for taking it slow. I really did, but nothing would come. No sound was forming from my lips other than an odd choking. I couldn't breathe. My hands were sweating even more. I couldn't hold on. I caught one more look of Richmond's distant eyes before everything faded to black.
Tuesday - December 24th, 1974 - 8:25 pm
There were voices. Even though they were in hushed tones, I could still hear them. I tried to pen my eyes. I wanted to figure out the source, but my eyes would not open. In fact, I could not move. No —I could. Everything just hurt so much that I didn't want too. It was screaming for me to stay there.
"—Rest assured, she should be waking up soon."
"But Profess Dumbledore, that's exactly why I need to be here!" That was Jemima. Her voice sounded so frantic. I just wish I could have helped calm her at that moment.
"I understand your want to be here and while your loyalty is admirable, I request you head to your dorm with Mr. Snape." I lifted my eyelids a crack. They were still so heavy, but I could still see in the dim moonlighting. I could make out Dumbledore's back to me. Jemima and Severus were facing my bed, both looking dishearten. Just them being there made my heart flutter.
"Of course Professor." Jemima muttered and grabbed onto my brother's arm. The two left silently, but I could tell from her figure Jemima was livid for having to leave.
When the door clicked silently behind them, Dumbledore turned to face me. He did not seem surprised at all to see me awake. He was smiling with that usual twinkle "Welcome back Miss Snape."
"Thank you, sir." I croaked out. My voice was very raspy and it lead me to believe I was out longer than a day.
"You seem to be wondering how long you were out for. The answer to that is two days." My eyes widened for a fraction of a second. It appears that I was not going home for Christmas break. "Now onto more pressing matter." His smile dropped a degree, but it still lingered. "Mr. Richmond gave us his account of what happened, but we are waiting on you. If it so happens there was violence involved, Mr. Richmond will be expelled."
I tried to shake my head but it was too painful. AS much as I hated Richmond at the current moment, I could not see him expelled. None of it was his fault really. Indirectly maybe. I was at fault for being so weak. "Professor, I was the one who messed up. I —" The words stopped coming. I swallowed hard well he waited patiently. "I no longer wish to be a perfect."
He didn't even need to process what I had said. He was all ready with a response within seconds. "Do you no longer wish, or do you believe you do not deserve such a privilege?" His blue eyes landed right upon my black eyes. I found that the words came out so easy.
"I do not deserve such a privilege."
Monday - December 30th, 1974 - 4:58 PM
We had flooed home about two hours ago. Dad was at work, but mother was absolutely frantic. She fussed over me for nearly an hour before she finally left. Albeit, she left because Severus had begged her to leave me alone. Bless him, he knew I was growing frustrated.
After mom left, we remained in my room and worked on our homework. Every so often he would voice a question to me and I would answer nearly at once. Him being a year younger than me made his questions a tiny bit easier than mine.
"Are you cold?" Severus broke my train of thought on how to vanished items properly. I think he must have felt me shiver in my bed since he was leaning up against it. He turned around and looked at me. He noted the goosebumps that covered my arms before he pulled the blanket closer to my chest.
"I'm fine, really." I put emphasis on my really. He did not seem so sure, even after my words.
"You're shivering," He pointed out. "I can grab another blanket or maybe Lily would let us come over. Her house is always warmer."
My head shook in protest. "I'll be fine. You need to stop wor—"
The door to my room burst open and my words were drowned out. Dad was home early from work and he did not look to pleased.
From my peripheral vision, I noticed how Severus immediately straightened up. It didn't matter because dad was not paining him any attention. His eyes, that mirrored mine in color, were fixe4d on me. What I saw in them was a mix between sadness, pity and anger. I felt myself slipping down at his gaze.
"Amelia Freya," His words were cold and came out as a hiss. I sucked in air, I was in for a scolding. "From now on you are forbidden to leave the house without your brother." His eyes flashed to Severus for a second then back to me. "I forbid you from dating anyone without my consent." Dad's voice was slowly raising with each word. If this carried on he would be yelling, yelling at his only daughter. That was exactly why he was yelling. He wanted to protect me. Regardless of why, it didn't stop the pain that was swelling around my heart. "Severus, you will make sure no harm comes to her."
"Yes, of course father." Severus murmured in response.
"Your mother's health is too poor to handle the death of her daughter." In a couple of large strides, dad crossed the room and kissed my forehead. "Be good, you're our only princess."
Black had a smile upon his face. It was a genuine smile. Despite my stories not being the happiest memories, he still found a reason to let his lips curl up.
It made me stop. I was about to pour out another story, but I found I could not. Instead my lips were smiling. I couldn't help but to join him in his happiness.
"Amelia?" He mused.
"Hmm?" I looked down at my hands, shyly and then back up at him.
"You are so beautiful when you smile." This time I blushed. Black sounded like he meant it.
"Thanks, you too." I hadn't even realized what I had said until the words were already out. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand as if it would erase the words that were spoken.,
He laughed, "I won't tell anyone you find me irresistible."
"I —no," My face turned even redder. "Merlin, we are not talking about this."
"Right, you find boys like Bowyer attractive." Black's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Prewitt's pretty good too. Him being Slytherin Qudditch captain helps." I joined in.
"Which is why I now find it hard to believe you have only been to what? Four Qudditch matches?" His eyebrow raised and he elbowed me in the ribs.
I couldn't help but grin, "I lied."
"I figured that out when you knew what a fallout dive was." He informed me.
I was still upset about that slip up the other day. I had been hoping no one took note, but apparently Black remembered me discussing that move with Pettigrew in passing.
"Black," On a whim I looked up. I could spill the truth now. I could get it all out. There were so many times I lied to him. Why not just tell him the truth? "There —"
He put a finger to my lips and silenced me. "Will you go to Slughorns Christmas party with me?"