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Chapter 11 - Start

"Shit" She muttered out loud, coming to her senses and wondering what on earth made her do such a thing to Malfoy. He had all the power in the world right now, and she none. She was a slave! Why on earth had she behaved that way…She could kick herself right now.

It was like being in Malfoy's presence gave her a sense of being back in school, at Hogwarts and she almost always ended up forgetting her current place in society…when he was kind enough not to remind her of the status quo anyway.

After what Lucius put her through she had no desire to let the older Malfoy no who she really was and Draco Malfoy could. He had concealed her true identity so far, she knew not why but she wanted to keep it that way if she possibly could.

She turned around, but before she could actually apologize, she felt a sharp pain across her face and realized he had slapped her, and with force. Her eyes stung with tears at the unexpected pain against her already sore skin. The healing balm the elf gave her had helped, but only slightly and had yet to have full effect.

"What gave you the idea that a filthy mudblood like you can talk to me that way?" He hissed, every word dripping with as much contempt as he could muster.

Smart retorts formed in her lips, but she held them back. It wasn't her place and she should remember that…or try at least.

"I'm sorry" She forced herself to say, instead of screaming profanities at him, at the situation people like him had put her in.

She backed up towards the now, open door and out of the room and ran down to the kitchen, letting the tears flow freely down her cheek.

She stopped at the end of the corridor leading into the kitchen, and composed herself before entering it. Nick had yet to arrive for supper, she noticed as she walked in. She hadn't seen him all day. But the others were finishing off.

"You took quite a while, is everyth… Raven started to say, but Hermione cut her off.

"Everything is fine, I'll clean up, you go ahead and get some sleep Ra"

"You sure?"

"Yes, you've done much more than me today"

"Ok" The other girl was happy to oblige, for she had indeed done a lot of work and gotten very little sleep. She strode over to Hermione and gave her a quick hug. "My god Hermione your cheek's gotten worse, it looks redder…That bastard" She muttered hugging her again then sighed. "Well Good night"

"Night Raven"

She took one of the two plates still left with food in it and sat herself down on the counter. Everyone was asleep now, no one would reprimand her for sitting above her station.

She tried to stomach some food but couldn't. Her body was hungry and in much need of energy after almost two days without much to eat, but her mind refused to let any food pass without making her choke. So she put down her plate and began to lean up the few bits of uncleaned dishes left.

After the work was done she decided to go for a walk outside, and almost unconsciously made her way towards the stables. The night air was starting to get a bit too chilly for comfort and she was shivering slightly but she did not feel like going back inside just yet.

She was a good distance away from the stables when a figure jogged out of them waving at her.

"Hey Jane!" Nick was waving at her, she could make out his tall lean frame from the lamp light behind him, she smiled waving back and started to walk towards him.

"Hey, didn't think to come and see poor Nick at all today did you?" He reprimanded her. It was a wonder how he managed to keep his tone so light and appear so laid back while being a slave at the Malfoy manor. She wished she could be like him.

"Send my apologies to Nick, I had prior engagements" She replied, the first real smile of the day forming across her lips.

She neared him, walking into the light and the smile left his face. "My God, what did that SOB do to you!" He muttered staring at her.

She shrugged. That seemed to be a principle answer for most questions or comments lately. "Lucius threw a tantrum" She said with another shrug, trying to make light of it.

He shook his head. "Don't get me wrong Jane….but you really need to back off a little and let them and their comments be" He told her shaking his head.

"I know…it's just that…well I always promise myself that I will keep my head down and try to survive….but whenever I see Malfoy its like all the sense just leaves me" She muttered shaking her head.

"I know it's hard"

"No, you don't know" She cut in, not meaning to be rude but trying to make him understand. "God, every time I see them, I'm seeing the people who destroyed my life. Lucius Malfoy tortured Harry and Ginny…you don't have their voices screaming in your head while you're watching them and can't do a thing" she was staring into this air, lost in her thoughts. "These are the people who tortured and killed my father while I was watching…Draco…he was there when my two best friends were killed and he makes sure to remind me about it every opportunity he gets…these people destroyed a happy Pure-blood family because they were poor! Because they didn't care about blood differences….and everytime I see them I just want to claw at them" She was shaking now, tears flowing down her cheeks and she didn't even realize it.

Nick, to his credit, didn't say a word. He knew that no words of comfort could solve this problem. He just stopped walking and pulled her into a gentle embrace and kissed the top of her head. "I'm so sorry Jane" He whispered Resting his head on top of hers and holding her tight.

……What both of them failed to notice was the dark silhouette of Draco Malfoy glaring down at them from one of the windows on the top floor and after a few moments wanished behind the dark curtains and turned back towards his study.

"Stupid little slut" He muttered, no even thinking about his comment. Hermione Granger was the most infuriating individual on earth with a stupid overly lippy mouth who seemed to be under the impression that she could get away with murder. He had been far too easy on her…he should've told Lucius, he shouldn't have let her get so forward….but then there was still some distant part of him that almost enjoyed her attitude…wanted her presence….

"Only because I'm stuck in thei bloody place twenty-four seven" He muttered trying to convince himself that the sole reason behind him putting up with her was because he lacked the company of his friends at the moment. That should change soon enough.

Harry's side of things

The man shut the door hurridly as Harry followed Jade into the living room. It looked rather crowded and smelled of something strange; something he couldn't quite place but the atmosphere was dark and gloomy, the curtains had been pulled shut and the only light was candle light.

Harry was still standing, and looking around him when the man walked in, eying Harry with great dislike.

"What, might you be doing here Potter?" He murmured still glaring at Harry. His tone of voice was silky and poisonous and instantly Harry felt uncomfortable.

"I'…I'm sorry do I…do you know me?" He stuttered back blinking when Jade let out a little squeal and he finally realized that the man had referred to him with a name.

But the man wasn't listening to either of them. "Don't play dumb with me Potter" The man snapped not asking them to sit down.

"What are you doing here" He repeated glaring at Harry who looked helplessly at Jade.

"Erm….Mr. Snape…I told him that you might be able to help him..he er he can't remember anything" She added thinking that might be helpful.

The man's eyes narrowed and he studied Harry, his expression now completely stoic.

"You do not know who you are?" His voice had lost its harshness and now was simply cold and neutral and his dark gaze was fixed on Harry, a little suspiciously.

"No…I…er I woke up in the streets a while ago and I had this stuff with me…but they don't make a lot sense..and well Jade said you could help me, but if you can't that's ok" Harry was a little hesitant at first but then hurried with his speech. The man was making him nervous. He had a curtain of rather greasy black hair, a hooked nose and thin sneering lips and his attire was rather strange. He wore something that looked much like and old fashioned robe of some sort…like the kind lawyers wore in court (or that's what Harry thought it looked like anyway)

"Did, you at any point hear me say I can't help you?" The man still didn't sound very happy to help him. But Harry was desperate and beggars can't be choosers. He eyed Harry for a few more minutes before we spoke.

"My name is Severus Snape, you will refer to me as Professor Snape" The way he was staring at Harry was starting to make him feel a little uneasy. "And you…er didn't retain any injuries when you first woke up?"

"No…well…er I felt like I'd been beaten up inside out but I didn't have any scars" Harry responded truthfully.

"And what are these 'items' you woke up with?"

Harry hesitated a little. Showing them to a friend was one thing, but to an adult man who seemed to not be very fond of Harry was another. But after a little inner debating Harry decided that he had nothing to lose. So he brought out the dagger, the wand and the jewellery case and handed it to the man.

He looked at the dagger, a slight sneer forming in his face as if he knew exactly who it was that had given it to Harry and disliked the person immensely. Then he opened the jewellery box and his sneer widened, and finally he picked up the wand…then he indicated for Harry to take a seat.

Jade who had been sitting impatiently all this time finally spoke unable to hold her tongue any longer. "So do you know who he is or not"

The man just tsked at Jade "Your impatience Miss Harman is going to get you into trouble on day"

Then he turned to Harry. "This is a wand…I assume it has some effect when you hold it" Not waiting for harry to say anything he carried on. "I used to be a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and you are Harry Potter" His second name was said with dislike. He indicated the dagger. "This was given to you by the convict Sirius Black, your late godfather and this" He held up the necklace " I believe it might be for Miss Granger…you were friends at school"

Jade gasped. "Bill called you Harry too!" She squealed, but stopped herself when the professor gave her a look.

"You are a wizard who until today was thought to be dead since the reign of Lord Vol-Voldermort"

"Volderwho?"…Harry was trying to digest the information unsure whether he should believe it or not. A wizard….but the stick had done some weird stuff…

"this is going to take a while Mr. Potter...I shall try to find an easiar way to trigger your memories. It is rather important that we do so as soon as possible"

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