Wylde Twyned Furies - WTF

Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling


Chapter 12

I was kneeling, worshiping the porcelain throne wondering when my life had become so screwed up. I got a couple of gasps of air then bowed my head over the throne once more, upchucking things I hadn't enjoyed on the way down, and was definitely not a fan of the violent discharge back up. One hand provided stability against the stall wall, while my other had to hold back my long hair. Yep, long hair had been a deal for the last couple or so days that I was having to learn to live with.

"Do you need me to call Madam Pomfrey for you?" A concerned voice called out from outside the stall.

"No I am…." A third hurl interrupted my reply.

I waited kneeling a further few minutes after the last few attempts to throw up on a now likely empty stomach before flushing the loo again and exiting the cubicle slowly. As I washed-up, I found the girl was still here. Else she was a new one that arrived while the other left. She was a lot older, and from Ravenclaw based on her clothes. A quick 'nova caeli' had my breath bearable once more.

"I think I should escort you to the hospital wing."

"Thanks for the offer." I interrupted her. "I will go there tomorrow if I'm not better. I feel fine now. Must have just been something I ate disagreed."

"I think we should go now, not wait 'till tomorrow."

"I was there this morning, and already have an appointment for tomorrow morning." I twisting the facts so she would incorrectly believe this was already known to Pomfrey. I'd already spent far too long there today.

"What time tomorrow morning?" the girl asked looking at me suspiciously, did she think I was lying?

"Ten." I replied truthfully, well, as truthfully as I usually lied.

"Fine Miss Greengrass, I am Penelope Clearwater, Ravenclaw's fifth year prefect, and I will confirm, with Madam Pomfrey, that you show up."

It appeared I was known by people that I didn't know, well from the book I knew of her, and that gave me the knowledge to mess with her. "Thank you, Miss Clearwater for being concerned with my health. All I can offer in return for your thoughtfulness is to warn you against Mister Percy Weasley, the fifth year Gryffindor prefect that you are interacting more with, as you both became prefects this year. He is a poor choice for a boyfriend. I see an Audrey in his future." I was staring slightly to the right of her while declaring this in my best whimsical copying of Luna's voice. I then smiled, and skipped out of the bathroom holding my skirt out with the hand not needed to open the bathroom door. Hopefully my odd behavior would make her less likely to be too interested in checking up on me, from now on.

Wending my way to the main staircase I descended into the dungeons and headed for the dorms to clean my teeth.


"Hey, so can we check out your classroom, Lils?" Daphne asked startling me out of my, self inspection. "You're getting a bit vain there, sis."

"Do you normally insult people you are asking something from?" I inquired to cover up my embarrassment. I wasn't getting vain, I was trying to get comfortable with how I now looked, and had obviously lost track of time. Well that's my excuse, even if I can't say it aloud.

"Someone needs to keep you grounded Lilaea." Daphne smirked back.

"Where are the other two?"

"Waiting in your dorm, as you will return there with your wash bag, and they can bug you to show your classroom too." I stared at Daphne. Did she really think that would work? "Come on Lils, you know you need to be there to help with transfiguration anyway, as soon as Burke accepts someone's essay. We can study for potions too?"

"Next time start with what you're willing to pay Daph. Let's go then." I replied grabbing my bag and heading to the exit.

"I didn't think you would be so mercenary to your own sister."

"I'm a Slytherin, and I already helped you with Transfiguration. It's time for you to scratch my back."

"Azalea helped me more on that…

"I provided you my completed homework, and the wards for your dorm." I interrupted

"My favorite silk ribbon, and a rock cake."

Turning I grabbed her into a hug. "Thanks for the hair makeover, and that was funny, and I needed to laugh. Thank you Daphne."

"You know this is the first time you hugged me first, since…" Daphne sputtered off and just stared at me, reliving a nightmare.

"I couldn't ask for a better sister." I inserted into the silence, to stop Daphne thinking about the incident.

"Will you let me back in? I am sorry. I was wrong to break…

"Daphne, there is no way to know who was the one wanting to sever the twin speak, and who wasn't. I think we both, were doing both. I have no idea how to restart the twin speak."

"You're not deliberately refusing to reconnect, because you're angry with me?"

"No, and I am not angry with you in the slightest. I am angry with… well everyone that were the cause… and that did… If I knew how to reconnect it I would." I tried to be as honest as I could, while feeling a louse. I was avoiding what I had no idea of, whereas Daphne had real trauma to cause her to stumble talking about this stuff.

Daphne cocked her head to one side, and smiled. "Damn, but I keep hearing Snape praising your ability to lie, and keep wondering do you really mean it this time… or am I more likely to believe what I want to hear."

Holding my sister I answered with something I knew had no lie in it, and hoped it would cover by emphasizing the things we had in common. "We're both Slytherin. We were sorted here not just because we are ambitious and cunning, but because we have both been hurt, wounded, and…" I frantically searched for what I needed to say…

"… and scared." Daphne finished the thought for me, before resting her head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but think that most of my scars were far more trivial to hers. She had really got the worst scars out of the deal of me being inserted into her life.

Twisting, and half stepping into a looser hug Daphne suddenly asked. "Can I see your wand?"

I released my wand, and suddenly Daphne was holding hers alongside it, and I could see the wood was the same. "Twin wands, for twin princesses, I'm glad you're using this one." Daphne smiled at me.

"Azalea mentioned something you told her about me needing a second wand. That is why you keep asking to see my wand, and the whole comment when we were at the lake. So if this is my second wand…"

"No this is your first wand. We got them together for our seventh birthday." Daphne let me know. Then she suddenly gasped. "You don't remember! I mean, you can't if you got from what I told Azalea, and think this is the second wand. How much do you remember? You completely changed after waking from the coma, and then again after the sorting, but you say you don't blame me. Please is that a lie? When you woke up you blamed me, and completely cut me out. You said you would never use the twin wand to me, and you snapped it. How did you fix it?

How the hell do I handle this! I knew none of this. "I don't remember blaming you. I only know this wand. I have only cast spells with it, to my knowledge. I could never imagine snapping it. I love my wand, and I love it is a twin wand to yours. I wish I could remember being with you when we got the wands. I wish I had happy memories of the two of us…

"You only remember that!" Daphne grabbed me tightly to her, and we were both crying. How the heck did she leap back to 'that'? I can't even say 'no I remember other things', because 'that' is about all I know enough to truly attempt to lie about knowing. I don't have any memories of Lilaea's life. If I am being honest I don't even know 'that'. I'm just guessing on 'that', and feeling really guilty about it the whole time it comes up.

"Don't tell Tracey." I finally croaked out between sobs.

"I won't, but Morgana how did you understand Auntie's note, and when we talked… You are doing the bleeding with the spell, yes?" Daphne suddenly shook me, after gazing in my eyes, and seeing I had no clue what she was talking about. "You silly, stupid, girl! I need you! I nearly went mad when they said you had died. While you were in your coma for seventeen months I bled you, so you wouldn't die! Wouldn't suffer from the Rosier curse on our Greengrass blood… Then you woke up, and blamed me. Snapped your wand, and said we weren't twins, but at least you were alive. At least you took care of the curse to not get sick, to not die!"

Daphne drew in a breath, and tried to calm herself. "Then when I, your sister, ask are you going to need to be reminded about your bleeding… And you just say 'sure don't worry, I'll do the bleeding'... When you have no clue what I am talking about. You lie to your own sister. Do you really think so little of me that you don't think you can trust me…

"No, that's not important! Take off your robe, and blouse. Do you have your athame on you, or shall we use mine?"

"I have mine," and I pulled it from its holster.

Daphne took it from me, and placed my wash bag back on the shelves. "Robe, and blouse, both off now!"

I took them off, and Daphne was inspecting my scars. "These must have been made on the morning before we caught the Hogwarts Express." She traces the newest ones that I have no recollection of. They don't line up with the scars I know I did when Mathew... "Two days missed. Morgana, why do you not look more sick! How the hell did you manage to eat lunch… You threw it all up, didn't you?

"Come on to the sink. I am going to do it now, tonight, and tomorrow morning. Sunday night I will begin to teach you the magic, but I don't know when… If ever… I will be with you when you bleed from now on…

Daphne once more took a deep breath to calm herself. She looked rather rattled. Tears were falling freely down her face that was haunted, scared… lost. I opened my mouth to apologize but she held the blade against my lips, like a mother placing a finger over her child's, while 'shushing' me.

"Ok, the bleeding spell; it is wandless, though it sort of is linked to the athame, and non verbal. Your athame is already attuned to work on your blood… Morgana, I am an idiot! When you tried to poke me with your athame for the wards, I should have realized."


It is so strange to be cut by someone else. I mean it is odd to begin with to be in a completely different body. Even more so when it is the opposite gender, but still has your familiar scars that you recall making. Remember the lines of blood running along the limb, dropping to the sink, bath tub or shower then trickling to the drain; watching the life, the pain, the misery, the hurt, all of it fall away, fade away, escape. It is really odd when after the initial blood starts to fall you feel something different. Beads of 'not blood', no that isn't what they are, they are blood, but it's not the usual bright red I've watched trace lines across the white porcelain canvas. I can feel the sickness, the age. They're too old, too big, and bloated. They come out with healthy blood beside them, but that's what Daphne is doing. She is trying to sift the chaff from the grains. The blood flowing becomes less bright, less red. It is not as dramatic a picture to watch. The contrast of bright red on pure white is not there. Life isn't bleeding into the sink. Death is; and just as Death stalks silent and invisible, the sick blood blends into the sink, it is the barely off white that is the death in the blood. That will kill by crowding out the healthy blood. They are removing energy as there are fewer healthy red blood cells to move oxygen, and remove carbon dioxide. They are removing the ability to seal a cut as the healthy cells needed to coagulate are being crowded out.

Daphne cuts me deeply twice in both arms. I watch the muted picture of death and pain blending into the canvas. Death from my unhealthy cursed blood, blending with the pain and loss of my sister's tears. Though muted it is far more powerful than the prior pictures I had painted. Mine had been cheap cries for help over trivial imagined wrongs. These were silent witness to suffering; and were priceless.

Daphne maximizes the bleeding of the unhealthy sickness, but after nearly fifteen minutes of bleeding. I most have lost at least a pint of blood. "I have to bleed that much twice a day?"

"No, just until you can barely feel the unhealthy blood. Sometimes I need a second cut. Usually one is enough. I won't do a third tonight on you, even if you need it. Losing too much blood at the same time is bad too. You're going to be tied. Also this doesn't solve your eating problems. I have to force myself to eat, and I consider myself lucky if I only throw up a fourth of what I managed to eat. Hey look at the bright side, we will never be fat." Daphne quickly tidied up the bathroom, and I put my clothes back on. She handed me my cleaned Athame and I reholstered it.

"Now let me fix your hair again. I mean apparently I have to pay my mercenary sister to get her to tell me the truth." Daphne said, but her smile took a little of the sting from her barb out. She had tears in her eyes that she valiantly tried to not weep any more, and I knew I had unintentionally hurt her so much. I was a louse.

After my hair was braided by my sister, and her apparently favorite blue silk ribbon tied into a bow at the braid's tail end, it was hung over my left shoulder. We both rinsed the redness out of our faces and shared my towel to dry them. We were giggling and hugging each other as we head back to my dorm room, and the other two.


We managed to get nearly two hours of potion studying in, prior to the first arrivals to learn how to transfigure the match to a needle. I was not too pleased to see both Malfoy and Zabini were in this group of likely the smartest first years. The third member was Bulstrode, so I guess the reason Parkinson fawns all over Malfoy when he was always looking elsewhere might be linked to her not being the smartest girl in Slytherin.

"So Miss Greengrass show me how it's done. I might consider you worthy a concubine contract if you are as smart as Professor Snape says. You are pretty enough even if you are damaged goods. Well why are you not here already?"

"Get out! If you grovel on bended knee, saying you know as a pathetic lowly Malfoy you are unworthy of being tutored by me. I might reconsider teaching you but I highly doubt it. Know you will never have a Greengrass as a friend let alone anything more that your sick depraved mind thinks it is owed. You are lower than a worm, and not worth my time."

"When my Father hears… Greengrass already suffers one blood feud. Maybe it is time to add a second."

"Malfoy come with me! Greengrass he will return and apologize for his lack of manners but it will not be on his knees. The Malfoy family would be a good ally for house Greengrass, and as such I think you should think about apologizing too. Of course his vile words could have leant to your moment of loss in decorum." Snape dropped his disillusionment charm and halted the argument. Then he swept Malfoy out of the room.

"Lilaea, I am certain that I am the heiress of house Greengrass, are you really going to challenge me and talk on behalf of my house, in front of me. You will apologize for your unkind words after he apologizes for his appalling lack of manners. Sister we are Slytherins, grow up and act like it."

Daphne turned to smile at the two witnesses to the spat, and smiled with charm. "Now Miss Bulstrode, why don't you, my sister, and Miss Davis work on the transfiguration here, while Miss Potter and I go over to the desk beside Mister Zabini, Mister Zabini?"

"I would be delighted with the presence of Heiress Greengrass and Miss Potter. I apologize if yesterday morning's request of your presence Miss Greengrass made you think me as uncouth as the cad Malfoy." Zabini replied and pulled two seats for the ladies to join him.

"I apologize for my words yesterday, Mister Zabini. By associating you with other boys and men that I hold low opinion of, I did you a disservice." I replied wishing I didn't have to apologize when I was fairly sure Zabini fully deserved my words, and was exactly what I had just said I mistook him for. At least it would let him know I wouldn't suffer such an approach, and enabled me to hint that I held all males with absolutely no interest so would never be willing to be approached in that manner by one. Merlin but the pureblood crap bit. I wanted to be able to call everyone by their last name, which though meant you looked down on them, was the most rude you could be and not suffer a blood feud from another pureblood house. I then took a seat at the table Bulstrode and Tracey were sitting at.

After ten minutes I was smiling. Millicent, who had given us permission to use her first name nearly right away, had a wicked sense of humor. Though not in Azalea's league I knew she was gifted in Transfiguration too. She had three older brothers and had been worried she might not get to attend Hogwarts. A large number of her friends learnt from hedge witches or magi. Apparently boys had to attend a school like Hogwarts and pass at least three OWLs to be a wizard. Girls the same to be witches. If taught by a hedge witch or magus then you could only sit SHAMs (Standard for Hedge witches And Magi tests) and regardless of how well you did or the number obtained you were not a witch or a wizard. You were above a squib at least. In fact a hedge witch with twelve SHAMs all outstanding was the same level as a witch that attended Hogwarts and failed all OWLs at Troll. The former would only be better at getting others to pay to tutor their kids. They would have the same social standing.

Millicent had just cast the spell correctly, and as soon as Tracey and I had congratulated her, she stood up and raced to the back of the class and back. "Yes! I am the first mortal to transfigure the needle!" Millicent yelled having obviously confirmed Zabini hadn't succeeded yet. She then grabbed three matches and redid the spell three times to confirm she could do it comfortably.

"Millicent, do you want to study potions with us, while we wait for more first years to be ready to be tutored?" Tracey asked.

When Zabini had successfully cast it a few times he left, but Millicent stayed and the five of us continued with our potion revision.


"If Miss Bulstrode could leave, I have three more ready to work with you Miss Greengrass." Snape interrupted us while we were working on the sixth chapter of his potion text. He waited to escort Millicent out before leaving.

Malfoy followed him back in alone. I thought Snape had said there were three more ready? "I will witness the apologies between houses Malfoy and Greengrass before the other two students arrive." Snape said then indicated to Malfoy.

Malfoy closed the classroom door and looked at my sister. "Heiress Greengrass I humbly apologize for my slight against your house. Though the one I talked to, falsely acted as the head of your house, when she was not even the heiress of it, I should not have acted as the head of mine, when I am currently the Malfoy house heir, not head. The words were said in heat, and do not reflect the opinions of my Father, Lucious Malfoy, head of house Malfoy. In fact my Father wants a closer link between our houses. A concubine contract with Miss Greengrass would be beneficial to both out houses, and though the very same Miss Greengrass was the author of the slight against house Malfoy, I would magnanimously accept her still."

"Heir Malfoy, I was unaware that Astoria had slighted house Malfoy, and find it in extremely bad taste you would basely request to contract a nine year old girl as a concubine in the same breath you were supposedly offering me an apology. I must say that house Greengrass could never accept an apology that appears to require purchase with one of its daughters. I would recommend a stay of seven years from any brokered apology between our two houses before any offer of courting or betrothal, much less lowly concubine contracts, is allowed to be mentioned, let alone occur." Daphne declared. It would seem I needed a hell of a lot more tutoring from Azalea on the pureblood nonsense.

"That is not…" Malfoy's face was so red it looked he was about to blow up. "You know which Greengrass daughter insulted house Malfoy!"

"Heir Malfoy, I strongly recommend you leave, and sleep a night before talking with me further. You just broke every social rule by failing to address me, and actually yelled with complete absence of social decorum when supposedly offering apology. If you repeat so on the 'morrow then the current none negotiable moratorium of seven years, needed for any form of union between our two houses after a successfully brokered apology, must be increased. Good day to you heir Malfoy, and I hope tomorrow finds you with better manners.


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