Chapter 9 - The Tragic Tale of an Unspeakable Slytherin
After Harry and Hermione left Dean and Seamus to help with the cleanup of the Acromantula nest, they then decided to return home and spend the rest of the evening with Ron and Ginny. They apparated outside of Harry's building with a couple of Pizza's.
When they went through the front door they heard Ron speak up. "Ahh pizza! I'm starving!"
"Well hello to you too, love." Hermione said sarcastically. Ron then leapt up to hug and kiss Hermione and relieved Harry of the pizza.
"Where's Ginny, Ron?" Harry asked and then heard the loo flush. Ginny came walking down the hallway. She walked over to Harry and kissed him hello.
"Pizza!" Ginny squealed. "You know Potter you are my favoritest person."
"Well if that's the case, marry me?" Harry joked.
"No, I'm holding out for a muscular jock type, not some specky git." Ginny retorted and turned and walked away from Harry sashaying her hips as she grabbed a plate and a slice of pizza.. Harry just shook his head and chuckled. Harry then followed suit. Harry grabbed a couple of butterbeers for everyone and walked into the sitting room. Ginny was already sitting on the couch, so Harry sat at her feet cross legged in front of her on the floor. Ron came in bringing both pizza boxes with him and setting them down on the coffee table and sat down next to his sister. Hermione sat in the single chair next to the couch.
"So 'arry ooze ext?" Ron asked with a mouth full of food.
"Ronald please don't speak with your mouth full." Hermione chastised Ron while shaking her head.
Ron took a big swallow, glared at Hermione. "Sorry."
Harry grabbed a butterbeer, popped off the top and took a swig. "Pansy, is the last one." He tried to spin the bottle cap on its side. "I need to speak to Jennifer Farrell the head of the Unspeakables but she's harder to get a appointment than I am doing a interview with Rita Skeeter."
"We could always just talk to Pansy first, Harry." Hermione said and took a bite of pizza.
"Yea I know you're pressed for time. You lot can't wait forever, just to be courteous." Ginny added.
"I'll give it another go tomorrow. If I can't get in to see her. Then I'll just find Pansy myself." Harry said as he grabbed another slice.
Ron looked up and added. "I'm curious how she will react when she sees you and Hermione and what she will think when she realizes you want her help." Ron then chuckled. "I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that."
"Well I know one thing." Harry said before he took another bite.
"What's that love?" Ginny asked.
He swallowed and took a sip of butterbeer."It's definitely going to be awkward." Harry added as he looked up at Ginny.
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The enigmatic structure stood alone in the middle of the chamber on a raised dais. The structure was a stone archway that was faded and cracked. It looked like it could crumble on itself at any moment. In the center of the archway hung a dark tattered curtain that would gently wave and sway as though there was a light breeze causing it. The structure was The Veil and the room was so aptly named the Death Chamber. The Veil was ancient. There is no known record of how old or even how it was built. Stories say that the very first Council of Elders which was the very first Wizengamot, discovered the Veil and decided to build the around it. Which in turn became were the Ministry of Magic began. Surrounding the Veil was a amphitheater filled with a smattering of Witches and Wizards. They were here for a crossing. Ever since the Dementor's sided with Voldemort in the War, this had been the official way to execute criminals. It was actually less tortuous than a Dementor's Kiss. In a few moments a lowly snatcher Will Andrews, was convicted of sedition, murder, rape, and taking part in the Battle of Hogwarts.
Pansy Parkinson sat in the front row next to Jennifer Farrell the head of the Department of Mysteries. She was the youngest department head in the Ministry and the youngest department head in the history of the Wizarding World. She was blonde and wore black rimmed glasses. She was in her black Unspeakables robes. She turn towards the dark haired Parkinson.
"Miss Parkinson is this your first crossing execution you have ever witnessed?"
Pansy sat up a little straighter after being addressed by her superior. "Yes ma'am."
Pansy was wearing the identical black garb of a Unspeakable. She was in attendance as a recorder. She held a rolled bit of parchment and a self inking quill.
"I must say it's not very exciting. It's the most humane way of execution in our world or in the Muggle world I dare say." Jennifer explained as she pick off a piece of lit on her robes. She then turned towards Pansy again. "How do you find being a Unspeakable. Your family must be very proud of you."
Pansy stared at the swaying cloth of the Veil. She turned and looked at Jennifer and slightly nodded her head. Jennifer just looked at Pansy and could tell that she wasn't getting the full story. She decided to change topics of family.
"How are your studies coming? If I am not mistaken you are studying the magic of eternal love and its effects on dark magic." Jennifer asked.
"Yes ma'am. I found that there are very rare cases in history were eternal love was a successful defense of dark curses. Obviously the most recent being Harry Potter." Pansy explained.
"Ah yes Potter, that reminds me I have had multiple requests from him for a meeting…." Jennifer trailed off. "So what made you pick that area of study? I didn't take you for a hopeless romantic."
"Well….erm..I." Pansy stammered and looked around the chamber. Just then the doors opened and a procession of Aurors entered the chamber. Pansy blew a silent breath of relief. Jennifer stood and watched as the entourage walked down the steps towards her. Pansy stood and stood next to her department head. The other Unspeakables in the room remained seated.
The lead Auror stopped in front of Jennifer. "Hello again ma'am."
"Auror Linder, it is pleasant to see you again. Do you have the accused?" She asked.
"I do the Department of Magical Law Enforcement lawfully transfer custody of one Andrews, Will convicted criminal and known Snatcher over to the Department of Mysteries for the death sentence to be carried out. Here is the transfer of custody paperwork." Linder handed a roll up parchment over to Jennifer. Pansy was recording everything on her own parchment.
Jennifer unfurled the parchment and saw that everything was in order. "Thank you, do you wish to stay for the execution?"
"No, I've seen enough death, thank you very much, plus I spent the day at Azkaban and wish to go home and get pissed and pass out." Linder drumbled. "This piece of shit is all yours." He then turned on his heel and trekked back up the steps and exited the chamber followed by his entourage.
Will Andrews looked straight ahead at nothing. He possessed that thousand yard stare that was not uncommon among Azkaban inmates. He then shifted his eyes towards Pansy. His eyes came to life and he began to stare at her and licked his lips. "M..my why isn't it Pansy Parkinson?" he said in hoarse voice. He then turned towards Jennifer and raised his shackled hands and pointed at Pansy. "I'd like to bed that one!" He said as his eyes lit up. He then lunged towards Pansy. Pansy jumped back and drew her wand. Jennifer Farrell pulled her wand much faster and pointed it at Andrews.
"Petrificus Totalus!" she shouted as the criminal went to a rigid state and fell crashing to the floor. "Are you alright Miss Parkinson?"
Pansy exhaled, straightened her robes and nodded her head. She returned her wand to her robes. "I'm fine Mrs. Farrell. Just caught me off guard is all."
"Quite alright, quite alright. Alright let's get this undesirable on his way. Mr. Hans would you please pick up the accused?"
"Yes Ma'am." answered Hans. A rather large Unspeakable of Danish descent. He reached down and picked up Andrews with one arm. He placed him on his feet in front of Farrell.
"Thank you Hans."
Jennifer then used to counterspell on him and watched as his body fell back onto Hans. As he regained his composure he sneered at the department head. "I do not know why you are giving me that look, you deserved that spell as you attempted to harm one of my employees."
"I's just paying the whore a compliment. Everyone knows Pansy Parkinson the slut of Slytherin House! She shagged just about anyone she could." Andrews said as he gave a mangled toothy smile.
Pansy stared daggers at the criminal. She slowly walked up to him, smiled and threw a right cross at his jaw. "You bastard!" Pansy said as she shook her right hand. Andrews shook head and spit two broken yellowed and bloody teeth at Pansy's face.
"Ms. Parkinson! Control yourself. Let me see your hand!" Pansy showed her throbbing hand to Jennifer who quickly muttered a healing spell to fix the broken bone in it.
Pansy looked at the floor. "Sorry." she muttered.
"Now please proceed to record these events. I would leave out the unfortunate parts. We do not need to make this man someone to look up to just because he fought his execution."
"Yes Ma'am." Pansy replied and immediately picked up her quill and parchment and took her seat to begin recording again.
Jennifer then turned her attention back on Will Andrews. "Mr. Andrews, you stand being found guilty of crimes against the Ministry, crimes of murder, rape, and serving the Dark Lord." Jennifer took a breath. "Your sentence was a year on incarceration in the prison of Azkaban and then you were to be taken from that place and brought here to cross the Veil. As of this day March 23rd of the year 2000, I Jennifer Farrell, Head Unspeakable, Department of Mysteries am here to see that your final sentence be carried out. Do you have any last words before we proceed?"
Andrews look at Jennifer for a moment, turned his head and spat more blood on the ground. "Ya know love, your quite the looker yerself, wouldn't mind having a toss wif you!" Hans then grabbed him quite violently.
"That's quite alright Mr. Hans. I pay him no mind." Jennifer said with a small smile. She then pursed her lips. "If that is all, then I see no more reason to delay. Mr. Hans if you please."
Hans nodded and placed a hand on Will Andrews forehead and held his eyelids open. He forced him to gaze upon the Veil. He tried to fight it, but to no avail. Hans was much larger and stronger. He fought as much as he could but the pull of the Veil overtook him. He started to relax and Hans removed his hand from his head. His eyes glazed over and he was totally at the whim of the Veil.
"Mr. Hans if you will, release him." Jennifer commanded. Hans nodded and let Andrews go. Andrews first starred at the Veil and his body swayed slightly to and fro. He then took a unwavering step towards his destination. Pansy observed and recorded everything that was taking place. She thought to herself that this was the very definition of a death march. The Veil had the prisoner totally in its enchantment. It was poetic and almost morbidly beautiful to watch. Andrews stopped just before the entrance to Veil. He raised his right hand and lightly touched the fabric and was gently pulled inside and then was gone.
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After the execution Pansy exited the Death Chamber with Jennifer and headed back to their respective offices. "Mrs. Parkinson do you have dinner plans this evening?" Jennifer asked.
Pansy looked at her department head for a few seconds before answering. "Yes Ma'am I am having dinner at my parents home. S-Sorry these arrangements were made last week." Jennifer waved her off.
"No need to apologize, family and friends are important. Especially in our line of work. Your parents must be proud to have a child that is a Unspeakable. It is quite the honor I daresay." Pansy stared at the floor and didn't respond.
"Miss Parkinson? Are they not proud?" Jennifer asked again.
"Hmm...Oh y-yes yes Ma'am. Proud, quite proud." Pansy responded quickly. "If you'll excuse me ma'am I have to finish my report before the end of the day. Pansy didn't wait for a response and hurriedly walked away toward her office. Jennifer just raised her left eyebrow.
"What a peculiar girl." She said to herself as she turned the corner towards her office. She noticed two people waiting at the front of her outer office door. One was a male with glasses and unruly black hair, there was also a young woman slightly shorter than her male counterpart with brown hair pulled back into a bushy ponytail. They were dressed in standard black Auror robes. She recognized them immediately. "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jennifer asked as she stopped in front of them.
"Hello Mrs. Farrell, we needed to speak with you and have tried to get an appointment, but your first availability isn't for weeks and we unfortunately cannot wait that long." Harry answered.
"Ah yes, I understand, do please come in I can make some time for Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. I almost half expected to see Ron Weasley." Jennifer responded as she opened the outer office door and walked into her waiting room. It was a moderate sized room with a couch and two chairs around a center table. On the left side of the office was a medium sized desk where her assistant Rebecca Rothbart sat. She stood up quickly when the three entered the room.
"Mrs. Farrell, how'd the….blimey is that Harry Potter?" Rebecca asked. She was pretty with long dark hair that was braided. She blushed and smiled at Harry. She batted her blue eyes. Harry gave her a uncomfortable smile. Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"That's quite enough of that Rebecca." Jennifer quickly said. "Rebecca if you could clear my schedule for the next twenty minutes or so."
Rebecca composed herself and pulled out her wand to clear the allotted time in the schedule parchment. "It is done Mrs. Farrell."
"Thank you Rebecca, please Mr. Potter, Miss Granger come in have a seat." They followed Mrs. Farrell into her office. It was a simple office. She was not one for decorations. There were a fair amount of books on the bookshelf that was against the far right wall. Jennifer took a seat on her black leather office chair. Which was situated behind her brown mahogany desk. Harry and Hermione sat in the chairs in front of the desk. Jennifer clasped her fingers together and looked at the two.
"I presume this about your clandestine unit Phoenix Division?" Jennifer asked before Harry had a chance to start talking. Harry smiled and nodded.
"Yes ma'am," Hermione responded. "Although I am not surprised you know."
"Of course I know. Normal circumstances would put a unit like this under my purview, but as these are not normal circumstances, but I do find it somewhat a quandary that they would pick one of the most famous wizards to head up a secret clandestine unit. Then again your undercover work has been outstanding Mr. Potter."
"That is correct we report directly to Minister. As for why I was picked, I guess I hold the Minister's confidence." Harry confirmed as he played with a rogue thread on his robe.
Jennifer smiled. "Kingsley was correct in your modesty. I am not bitter about this situation mind you. Not like my colleague Mr. Robards at the MLE." Jennifer answered as she unclasped her hands and leaned back in her chair. "So what is it I can do for you?"
Harry shifted in his seat, glanced at Hermione and then looked back at Mrs. Farrell. "I need an Unspeakable on my team. Someone who is knowledgeable in erm...well your department. As you may or may not know we have the authorization to know what you know…."
"Mr. Potter, I am fully aware of what you are authorized with. Now I must assume you have already chosen candidates?" Jennifer asked.
"Just one." Harry said.
"Just one? Surely you may need…." Jennifer asked.
Harry pulled out a file out of his robes and slid it across the desk towards Jennifer. She looked at Harry and picked up the file and opened it. She read the name and looked up at Harry.
"Pansy Parkinson? I mean do not get me wrong she is a excellent Unspeakable. Her temper is a little out of control on occasion. She has received excellent performance reviews and is a very hard and dedicated worker. She would be a perfect choice, but I know that you two didn't actually get along, especially you Ms. Granger." Jennifer asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well I think you answered your own question. She is the only choice I see. As for myself and I can speak for Ms. Granger," Harry motioned towards Hermione. "We are willing to be professional and let the past stay in the past. I foresee no problems having her with us."
"If she's willing." Hermione added.
Jennifer stared at the two before quietly folded the file and placed her hands on the desk. She drew a breath as in to ponder a moment. She exhaled and stood up firmly. "I would prefer not to lose such an exceptional employee, but then again I could not deprive her of this amazing opportunity. I will support her if she decides to join you."
Harry and Hermione both stood and Harry stuck out his hand to shake Jennifers. "Thank you. We will go see her immediately if that is all right?" Harry asked. Then as she shook Hermione's hand.
"That would be fine Mr. Potter."
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Pansy put down her quill along with her report on the execution. She sighed as she sat down in her chair and slumped back. She began taking deep breaths and slowly letting them out as a way to calm down after this morning events. She let out a huge breath, closed her eyes and rolled her shoulders and felt the tension slowly melt away. She started thinking about what Andrews had said about her. Pansy was no fool, she knew the rumours that followed her around Hogwarts when she was a student there. She knew she had the reputation of not only a bitch, but as the Slytherin Slut.
She wasn't totally in the know on who started the rumors, but she was pretty sure it was someone from her own house. She did a have a few boyfriends before she and Draco Malfoy became an item, but she never slept around with any of them. Of course they never spoke of it, but she and Draco had had a sexual relationship in their fifth year. That all but stopped during their sixth year after Draco was tasked by Voldemort to kill Professor Dumbledore. Even though Pansy didn't know the reason Draco had ended their relationship. Pansy was devastated. She had never known true love until she met Draco. She did find some solace with Theodore Nott for awhile, but it never went anywhere except for sex. She figured that was how the rumor started that she slept around with all the male members of Slytherin. Although she knew she had a pretty good rough exterior, inside it hurt her deeply. After the Battle of Hogwarts a lot of her friends scattered or tried to lay low. After the trials a lot of them and their families were sentenced to Azkaban. Then she ran into Theodore Nott in Diagon Alley and they resumed their prior relationship. He would call on Pansy anytime he wanted sex and Pansy would obliged. Deep down it hurt her, but at least it was something. She at least could feel a connection to someone. Even If that someone was betrothed to another witch. She knew she was his whore and she felt like his whore, but it was like a drug that would fuel her low self-esteem.
Pansy finished her final touches on her report and with a flick of her wand the report magically sealed itself in a envelope and magically disappeared into the inbox of Mrs. Farrell. Pansy then stood up and stretched and took a look around her office. It was small for a supervisor's office but she was content with it. It just had a desk, office chair, two conference chairs in front of the desk. She enjoyed her work and to be honest was quite good at it. She found death to be her strongest subject of study within the department and was able to impress her superiors into getting a promotion to shift supervisor. She had a staff of two and were tasked in studying what happens to a person's magic after they die. She also juggled that with her prior study of love magic on dark curses. She found both subjects fascinating and fulfilling. She just wished her parents felt the same. She was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in." Pansy answered. She never would have expected that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger would walk through her door. To say she was shocked was an understatement.
"Hello Pansy." Harry said as he smiled at her. Hermione smiled at her at well but unsurely. Pansy just looked at them with her mouth opened slightly.
"Pansy? Pansy? Are you alright there?" Hermione asked the dark haired girl. As if awoken from a trance Pansy blinked her eyes and shook her head once.
"Y-yes I'm quite alright, Granger." Pansy responded. "What can I do f-for you?"
"May we sit?" Harry asked.
"Sit? Oh yes please sit." Pansy then gestured at the two conference chairs. The two guests then took their seats Harry on the right, Hermione to his left. Pansy then sat down in her chair place both hands on her desk an interlaced her fingers. "I will be honest I'm a bit surprised, I never in a million years would have thought that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger would pay me a visit."
"Well to be honest I can see that." Harry said with a chuckle.
"So what can I do for you Potter?" Pansy asked.
"Well first off you can call me Harry. Second we need your help." Harry answered. Pansy leaned back into her chair and then stared at Harry's face.
"You need my help?" Pansy asked.
"Yes." Harry said back to her.
"What do you need my help with Po….Harry?" Pansy asked. Harry then proceeded to explain the reason they were there. He explained what Phoenix Division purview was. Hermione would interject here and there. They did not explain the circumstances about the missing Muggle Weapons. That would be covered in a team meeting tomorrow that she would be required to attend if she chose to join. When they finished their sales pitch, they both waited for Pansy's response.
"I just have one question. Why me? There must be better qualified people than myself." Pansy asked.
Harry leaned closer towards Pansy. "For what I need there is not. You are the best qualified out of all the Unspeakables we evaluated.
"So you need a Unspeakable? There's more qualified Unspeakables." Pansy retorted.
"Yes, but none that went through Auror training. Plus you're the fastest Unspeakable to advance in a while." Hermione interjected. "Your file is quite impressive Pansy. You shouldn't sell yourself short."
Pansy fought to control the blush that was forming on her face. "But the way I treated you both at Hogwarts….. I tried to turn you into V-Voldemort."
Harry cut her off. "I'm not saying it's going to be easy to build up a trust. We have to start somewhere and I think with a clean slate we can achieve that, it's not only you that I will have to trust and vice versa. I'm going to have to fully put my trust in our team that I do with Hermione and Ron. It's going to be a long process and there will no doubt be some bumps, but I think if we can come together we can do some good. So would you like to become a part of something great?"
Pansy looked at Harry for what seemed like an eternity. "This is a lot to process and I know you're pressed for time and I have to leave to make my dinner plans. I need to think about some things. May I give you my answer in the morning?
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Pansy disapparated in front of the iron gates to Parkinson's Keep. The gates opened when the charms recognized Pansy's presence. She let out deep breath. "Let's get this over with." She said to herself. She walked up the long stone path towards her family estate. Her parents Emeritus and Veronica Parkinson took over the estate when Pansy's Grandfather Percival passed away. Despite her hesitancy to face her parents, Pansy did have rather fond memories in this house. She was doted on and she didn't want for nothing. She grew up in privilege and was spoiled. She knew it was to explain her years at Hogwarts for her mean and spiteful demeanor. Then the Battle of Hogwarts happened and her attitude changed. She loved Hogwarts just as much as she loved her childhood home. Despite her feelings for non purebloods she never wanted her second home destroyed. That's when she vowed to change.
As Pansy arrived at the large oak door she took in and let out a deep breath and knocked. The door opened and very old house elf opened the door. "Miss Pansy, it's wonderful to see you." The house elf said.
"Thank you Winston. It is a pleasure to see you again." Pansy responded.
"It is always, Mistress " Winston croaked. "Do please come in the Master and Mistress are in the study."
Pansy entered the house and removed her cloak. Winston snapped his fingers and her cloak hung itself on the coat rack by the front door. Pansy then headed towards the study. She felt almost like a criminal marching with each agonizing step towards The Veil. As she approached the door, she stopped to look over her clothes and smooth out any wrinkles in her ropes and opened the door and stepped through.
"Hello Mother...Father." Pansy said.
"Ah Pansy darling so good of you to come." Veronica Parkinson said as she walked towards her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Pansy then reciprocated the gesture. Pansy's father Emeritus barely acknowledged his daughter's presence and continued to peruse through some parchments and sip on his drink.
"Dear your daughter is here." Veronica said to her husband.
"I am not devoid of sight, my wife." Emeritus responded without looking up. "This new government is an embarrassment. How they keep raising the non-purebloods into higher statuses is beyond me."
Pansy walked over to pour herself a glass of wine and then walked over to sit down on the couch in the center of the room. The study was large just like every other room in the castle. Adorning the walls were tapestries that showed the history of the Parkinson family. They were charmed to move. Also there were portraits showing off Pansy's ancestors.
"Would you rather have had the Dark Lord win the war, father?" Pansy asked. She cursed herself, realizing it was unwise to get into a political debate with her father.
Emeritus turned on his daughter and glared at her. If his eyes could have shot off a curse they would have. "Pansy, you do not know what you speak of. How could you? You had everything handed to you. We had arranged a marriage between you and Draco Malfoy…"
"But father you said the Malfoy's have fallen out of favor…" Pansy protested. In truth she was in favor of the union, she did really love Draco. After the war ended and the investigations and the trials. Her family was left unscathed for the most part. They was no evidence of her parents involvement as Death Eaters. The only evidence they found was that some notorious Death Eaters laundered money through some of Parkinson's investments. Emeritus feigned that he did not know it was happening. His assets were frozen for about two months as he was investigated. There was not enough evidence to convict and the charges were dropped and assets were reinstated. Some still believe he was involved and rumors say he was Voldemort's personal monetary advisor.
"Yes it would have been an embarrassment if you two would have married, but enough time has passed, that people would have forgotten. Draco and his mother were absolved of all crimes thanks to Harry Potter's testimony. So I believed the match still could have worked, but no you let him get away and know he's going to marry Astoria Greengrass."
Pansy had heard that other day. She was shocked to say the least and a little jealous. She knew her feelings were different but they had invested a lot of time together.
"I saw them at together in Diagon Alley yesterday. They seemed to be very happy and very much in love." Veronica added.
Emeritus snorted. "It matters not to me anymore. Who is with who. What about Theodore Nott?"
"He's engaged as well." Pansy said as she stared at her drink. She had to hide the fact she was seeing Teddy on the side. She had thought they would have had something, but he only wanted her for sex. She even tried to ends things multiple times, but every time he would come to her, she would relent. "He's engaged to Penelope Marchbanks."
"Ah the Marchbanks, looks like they will have a strong pureblood line with the Notts. It's a shame that young Mr. Nott has to live without his father." Emeritus said. "Didn't you and he court each other?"
"Yes father." Pansy said solemnly. She still didn't look up from her drink. Her mother and father just stared at her waiting to finish. "It didn't work out, we both wanted different things."
"It was more likely he didn't want to be associated with a Unspeakable who worked for this horrendous new government we have. I do not blame him. You have embarrassed your own family and I can see why he wouldn't want that shame." with that statement tears started to roll down Pansy's face.
"I-I'm sorry you are ashamed of me, but I have…." Pansy protested.
"Darling it's not that we are ashamed…" Her mother started.
"No Veronica do not coddle, she is an embarrassment. You gladly work for a Mudblood, you consider her your mentor? A MUDBLOOD! Emeritus screamed as he slammed his fist down on his desk. Pansy and her mother both jumped. Tears were flowing now. Pansy put down her drink. "Go on cry, you know I speak the truth."
Pansy then stood up and walked towards the door. "If I am such a disgrace then I will leave so you don't have to suffer anymore embarrassment, but just so you know I was given an opportunity today to do something good for the Wizarding World."
"Unless it's to raise purebloods over the rest, then I do not want to hear it." Emeritus said.
"What about dinner?" Veronica asked her daughter. She then moved towards her daughter.
"I'm not hungry, goodnight Mother." Pansy said as she moved away from her mother. "I'll grab something from the Leaky on my way home."
"Oh yes go to the pub. Live up to your reputation then." Pansy eyes grew as she stared at her father. "Oh you don't think I haven't heard about you being the Slytherin Slut!"
"EMERITUS!" Veronica shouted. Pansy just stared in horror at her Father. Her mother came over to comfort her.
"No!" Emeritus said as he stared at his wife. "Go on, leave this house at once Pansy!"
Pansy looked at her mother. Veronica looked at her daughter and shook her head. Pansy had a look of pleading. It had no effect. She wiped her eyes, turned and left the study. She almost knocked over Winston as she ran towards the front door of the castle. She grabbed her cloak and ran as fast as she could towards the gates. When she reached them she apparated away.
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Pansy disapparated in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Tears were flowing as she walked into the pub. She was in such a haze that she almost walked into an oddly dressed Wizard.
"Whoa easy there gorgeous." The Wizard said in an American accent. He noticed she was crying. "You alright there?"
"Excuse me, I have…" Pansy said as she walked past him towards the bar. She walked up to Tom and to ask for a drink. Tom poured her a double of Fire Whisky. She took the shot in one gulp and used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. Then she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the smiling face of Theodore "Teddy" Nott. She just threw her arms around him in a fierce embrace and let the tears flow.
"Pansy? What is it?" Teddy asked. He was dressed in blue dressed robes. His blonde hair was slicked back. He pulled Pansy out of the embrace to look at her.
"I...my...father." Pansy stammered. The tears flowed heavily now.
Teddy gave her a smile. "Come let's go to your flat. Penelope is out of town for the night. I'll take care of you."
Pansy looked at Teddy and just nodded. Thinking to herself my life is in shambles.