Lmao, I didn't realize in the last chapter I changed Malfoy's sister's name! Lmao!! There is a lot of cursing in this chapter, just to warn you. Sry I haven't updated in a while, but summer is nearly here, so I'll b updating more often. Anyway, sisters aren't home, so I'm typing this now before they come home. Enjoy!
After Uncle Severus bought us our supplies (he took the money from Mike's Gringott account for he wasn't his guardian, thus he did not have to take responsibility for Mike financially), which took hours, might I add, with us waiting outside every shop as well! Well, anyways, we headed back to the manor after that. I couldn't really call it home, nor was I going to, for I had only lived there for a day. And not to mention, when I was there, I was unconscious. I had only been conscious in there for about an hour and a half, not nearly long enough to call the place home.
We apparated and landed on the lawn. I still wasn't used to the sensation and landed face first after stumbling forward a bit, my mouth now full of grass. I spat it out quickly, but what didn't go away quickly was the taste. "Gross!" I whispered.
"Come on! I haven't got all day to wait!" he said coldly, tapping his foot impatiently. As we walked up the front lawn, I realized how large the manor actually was. There must have been five or six floors, with six windows that were the size of mini vans. If each room had one window, then there were at least 'six times two' I thought…well that equaled twelve! Twelve rooms on each floor! Twelve times five equals…um…sixty! (lol I had to use a calculator for that one! Didn't realize how large the amount would be so don't be all like "preposterous! He has no friends so he has no need for so many rooms!") Mike started to scratch at his scar as if he was trying to rip the skin off.
"You alright?" I asked in a hushed whisper. We were both behind Uncle Severus, who seemed pretty angry with us.
"Yeah, fine…..never been better. Why wouldn't I be?" He snapped at me.
"Well, you kinda look like you're trying to rip your skin off. Last time I checked, that wasn't a good thing." I snapped back, in the snapeish manner.
"Oh, that….well…it's just…..lets just follow your uncle…" he stammered, avoiding the question and eye contact.
We walked. That didn't mean I couldn't talk at the same time.
"What the fuck is up with you Mike!" I whispered.
"Why the hell do you care? It's my shit I've got to deal with! Just… I don't want to get in trouble right now. Lets walk." He snapped.
"Mike! You know more about me than I know about myself. All I ask of you is that you tell me what's wrong." I said, pretty cold, to say myself.
"My scar itches! Happy now? Jesus Christ! Why the hell do you care?" he was near shouting.
"I don't smartass! I just wanted to say maybe if you WASHED YOUR HANDS before you decide to TOUCH YOUR FACE maybe you wouldn't have as many goddamn fucking pimples!" I said, walking in front of him to directly behind Uncle Severus.
He (meaning Mike) scowled at me in disgust. I stuck my tongue out at him. Then, he flipped me off, I did the same to him, except with two hands.
Once we were inside, Uncle Severus turned on his heel and stood, staring at us with an expression even I couldn't decipher. Was it anger? Shock? Worry? Perhaps even fear? Whatever it was, it wasn't good, and it gave me such a pang of guilt that I wanted to get out of the hallway then and there, but something in my heart wouldn't allow me to do it. We were probably going to receive detention for what we did to that four-foot bastard. On the bright side, my revenge on the Malfoys had truly begun.
Uncle Severus led us into somewhat of a dining room. Well, it had a dining table.
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Sarah and I entered the dimly lit room where Snape had told me about my father and interrogated me about Sarah's poisoning. I didn't like it in here, but what would Snape care?
"Mike, sit there" Snape said, indicating to the chair that I had sat in when he interrogated me about Sarah. Like that made me feel any better!
"Sarah, sit next to him." Snape ordered. She reluctantly sat down and shot me a hatred filled look. Snape just had to say 'next to him' didn't he! Stupid bloody wizard!
Sarah groaned in pain, and for some reason, I was worried. "You alright?" I asked.
"Like you care" was her hiss of a reply.
I glared at her.
"Fine! If you must know, I think the strengthening solution is wearing off. Now shut up! I don't want to get into more trouble than I already am!" she hissed in a low whisper.
"If you two are finished fighting?" Snape said impatiently.
"Sorry sir…" Sarah apologized.
"Now, what happened at Diagon Alley with Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked dangerously.
"Honestly? We have no idea! Malfoy provoked me about my father, because he thought I was Harry Potter's son. I told him I wasn't and he said it was a good thing because Potter was a loony and had even more ignorant friends than him. Then he mentioned my father as one of them and… I… I just lost control…" I said. Just the thought of what happened… it made me want to… I don't know what it made me want to do… but murder was definitely one of the options.
"Is this true?" Snape asked, staring deep into our eyes as though searching for any hint of a lie, my scar seared in pain from the migraine I had all day. I clapped my hand to it as Snape stared at me suspiciously, but then I nodded.
"Listen to me and listen closely for I am not going to repeat myself. When you allow a strong emotion get the better of you, there is a strong possibility that your powers can come into play, which can make near anything happen. You need to learn how to control your emotions or you'll never be able to control your powers! Understand?" he asked.
"Yes," Sarah and me said at the same time, nodding our heads.
"Good. Now, I must warn you: the Malfoy family tends to hold grudges. Matthew Malfoy will try to get revenge on the two of you, when you least expect it. Make as many friends as possible. I will always be nearby, so as to catch him in the act. But there will be times when I wont be there and I need you to know that you will have to defend yourselves in those rare times. Defend yourselves, but I'm warning you now. Do not use muggle fighting methods, and do not be the one to cast the first spell." Snape said dangerously. Sarah and me nodded once more.
"Off to bed, the both of you. Sarah, you can stay on the floor above Mikel. The first room on the right. There is a bathroom on the end of the hall. Mike, you will have the same sleeping arrangements as before." Snape said, taking his wand out and waving it at the floor above us.
"Sarah, there are three potions in your room. The green one is strengthening solution; the purple is sleeping draught, and the orange in a healing potion. I want you to take all three, not necessarily in that order, as you will do until you recover. Understand?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sarah answered sheepishly, barely stifling a yawn of exhaustion.
"Then the two of you, get upstairs. I will see you both in the morning." He replied.
Sarah and I walked upstairs. Once we were on my floor, Sarah asked, "Where's Uncle Severus staying?"
"The floor below the owlrey." I stated.
She looked up at the higher floors and sighed. "Ok, thanks…" she said, climbing the stairs to her floor, and I walked in my room.
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I entered the room that Uncle Severus had instructed me to go to. It looked fairly comfortable from a distance, but the lights were off, so I wouldn't know until the morning because I wasn't turning on the lights at this point on the day. Plus, I didn't know where the light switch was.
The only thing I could see was three potions, each emitting their own bright color in light. Closing the door, I opened the dresser and changed into green striped pants and a sparkling silver nightshirt. The floor was as cold as ice. God I wish I had slippers, I thought.
I could see a closet at the other side of the room. I walked over to it and opened the door. "Yes!" I muttered, as I saw slippers on the floor. "Perfect!" I said as I slipped them on my foot, it was so comfortable, and they fit my foot perfectly.
I peered inside the closet. There were volumes and volumes of old books, bound in leather, the gold lettering fading away due to their age. Some books, however, I could make out the cover, but not completely. Yet some of the other books were in different languages, or even runes.
There was also a very, very old potions textbook. I picked it up and flipped through the pages. The half-blood prince! Of course! I thought, hitting myself in the head from the stupidity of my surprise. I was his book. I mean, he was the one who wrote in it. He was, and is, the half-blood prince.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Oh shit! What if I'm not supposed to be in here! I threw the slippers and the book back in their original places, or else he would've realized I was in there. I downed the three potions and slipped under the covers as quickly as I could. And apparently I was just in time because the door opened shortly afterward.
Uncle Severus creaked open the door to my room. I heard the door shut, but I still heard footsteps in the room. I felt another blanket being placed on top of me. I heard the closet door open and close, then footsteps towards the door. With the door opening, I heard Uncle Severus whisper "Goodnight Sarah," before shutting the door and me drifting into unconsciousness.