1 "Oh no…"
Zurizip's eyes opened, and then snapped shut again. It was so bright. Slowly, she opened them again, this shading her eyes. Taking her hand from her face, she found Professor Lupin looking at her face from a crouch.
"Professor?"
He smiled, obviously relieved.
"Hello youngster! You gave me quite a scare!"
She sat up, pressed her fingers to her temples, and laid back down.
"Erg. I feel awful."
"Why weren't you watching the game?"
"I was playing with the squid. Where have you been the last few days? And why weren't you there? Oh no…"
She sat up and gasped.
"The dementors! Oh my gosh!"
She paused. Lupin was obviously to baffeled to speak.
"Drat. So that's why I'm out here. In a mud puddle."
She drew her knees to her chest, much improved now that she knew what was going on. Attempting to wipe the mud from her hands, she realized that Lupin was staring at her.
"What?"
"You knew the dementors were going to attack?"
She made a face.
"Well sure, five minutes before they did so, and then I fainted."
"Did they attack you?"
Her frown grew deeper.
"They did not 'attack' me, they were hungry!"
He just continued to stare.
"WHAT?!"
"So they…fed off of you?"
She gave an exasperated sigh.
"No, I wouldn't let them."
"So you sent them to the quidditch field?"
This time her eyes narrowed, and she practicly spit her words.
"I have no more control over them than you yourself do professor, they are quite able to make their own decisions. Or did you think that I wanted to lie here for an hour? Now, if you'll excuse me?"
She stood up and ran to the castle on the brink of tears. Lupin just stared.
~ She got up…just like that…no chocolate or anything…after…that…Who is she? ~
He ran the name over in his head, it drifted around, looking for something to connect with.
~ Zurizip Phoniexlia Nichols… Zurizip Phoniexlia Nichols…Zurizip Phoniexlia…Phoniexlia…~
His eyes widened.
~ Ailah Phoniexlia…Oh dear… ~
He rose from the crouch and watched the green dot that was Zuri slam into the castle.
Oh dear, he thought, this not good…no wonder. He remebered Ailah from school, she had been a gourgeous girl, but was like an ant trapper. She would be nice, lure you in, then break you. Sirius had been hit hard by her, heck, everyone had…well, everyone that could get over the fact that she was a slytherin. She had joined the death eaters, almost along with he himself before he had caught himself. He winced, those were not happy memories. Last he had heard of her, she was the only female death eater. He sighed, Zuri had not inherited her looks in the least, the only thing that was the same was the eyes. They were still that dark, earthy green. She did however, have a feel about her that was the same.
~ But she's different than Ailah…she's in Gryfindor. ~
He was fairly sure that Zuri was not a parsel tongue, as Ailah had been, but then again, no one had known that Harry was a parsel tongue for thirteen years. He decided to do some reasearch before he confronted her.
~ That should be interesting, she already hates me for grilling her… ~
With a sigh, things were difficult enough; especially with the full moon tonight. He began to trudge slowly to the castle, it was his last night of transformation, but it still hurt. Thankfully it was also the last night of that awful potion.
Zurizip's eyes opened, and then snapped shut again. It was so bright. Slowly, she opened them again, this shading her eyes. Taking her hand from her face, she found Professor Lupin looking at her face from a crouch.
"Professor?"
He smiled, obviously relieved.
"Hello youngster! You gave me quite a scare!"
She sat up, pressed her fingers to her temples, and laid back down.
"Erg. I feel awful."
"Why weren't you watching the game?"
"I was playing with the squid. Where have you been the last few days? And why weren't you there? Oh no…"
She sat up and gasped.
"The dementors! Oh my gosh!"
She paused. Lupin was obviously to baffeled to speak.
"Drat. So that's why I'm out here. In a mud puddle."
She drew her knees to her chest, much improved now that she knew what was going on. Attempting to wipe the mud from her hands, she realized that Lupin was staring at her.
"What?"
"You knew the dementors were going to attack?"
She made a face.
"Well sure, five minutes before they did so, and then I fainted."
"Did they attack you?"
Her frown grew deeper.
"They did not 'attack' me, they were hungry!"
He just continued to stare.
"WHAT?!"
"So they…fed off of you?"
She gave an exasperated sigh.
"No, I wouldn't let them."
"So you sent them to the quidditch field?"
This time her eyes narrowed, and she practicly spit her words.
"I have no more control over them than you yourself do professor, they are quite able to make their own decisions. Or did you think that I wanted to lie here for an hour? Now, if you'll excuse me?"
She stood up and ran to the castle on the brink of tears. Lupin just stared.
~ She got up…just like that…no chocolate or anything…after…that…Who is she? ~
He ran the name over in his head, it drifted around, looking for something to connect with.
~ Zurizip Phoniexlia Nichols… Zurizip Phoniexlia Nichols…Zurizip Phoniexlia…Phoniexlia…~
His eyes widened.
~ Ailah Phoniexlia…Oh dear… ~
He rose from the crouch and watched the green dot that was Zuri slam into the castle.
Oh dear, he thought, this not good…no wonder. He remebered Ailah from school, she had been a gourgeous girl, but was like an ant trapper. She would be nice, lure you in, then break you. Sirius had been hit hard by her, heck, everyone had…well, everyone that could get over the fact that she was a slytherin. She had joined the death eaters, almost along with he himself before he had caught himself. He winced, those were not happy memories. Last he had heard of her, she was the only female death eater. He sighed, Zuri had not inherited her looks in the least, the only thing that was the same was the eyes. They were still that dark, earthy green. She did however, have a feel about her that was the same.
~ But she's different than Ailah…she's in Gryfindor. ~
He was fairly sure that Zuri was not a parsel tongue, as Ailah had been, but then again, no one had known that Harry was a parsel tongue for thirteen years. He decided to do some reasearch before he confronted her.
~ That should be interesting, she already hates me for grilling her… ~
With a sigh, things were difficult enough; especially with the full moon tonight. He began to trudge slowly to the castle, it was his last night of transformation, but it still hurt. Thankfully it was also the last night of that awful potion.