"Does that deserve at least one house point sir?" I smirk.
Professor Severus Snape does not answer. He looks at me, wordlessly.
"Sir?"
We stare at each other, blue eyes against fathomless black.
Oh my hippogriff! Did I break Snape!?
"I still want my answer." He snarls eventually, taking a quill and parchment out.
"Huh? What answer?"
"Who is coming back?"
"So no house points then?" I sigh sadly, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you sir."
"Try me."
"Voldemort."
"The Dark lord is dead."
"You know sir, if you don't follow him, why do you call him that?"
"Stick to the point." He says, this time with a little less venom. "How do you know he's coming back?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that."
"And why not?"
"Because..." I say with a smirk.
"Miss Nelson if you do not answer me right now..."
"You will break the law and force veritaserum down my throat?" I ask pleasantly.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor."
"That's not fair!"
"Another ten. Now answer the question."
I narrow my eyes, glaring at the man. I used to, when watching the movies and reading the books, pity. But now hatred is seething through me. He's just a selfish jerk who doesn't know how to teach to save his life.
"Compromise?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow, still glaring at him.
Mr. Selfish says nothing.
"Question for a question?" Barely visibly, he nods. I grin in triumph.
"I'm from the future." I answer, he raises an eyebrow, looking much more awesome than me when I'm doing it. "Told you you wouldn't believe me. Now my turn. Do you teach Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's differently than us?"
"They tend to be more competent at potion making." Mr. semi-agreeable answers. "Prove you're from the future."
"How?"
"Let me in."
"What!? You pervert!" I screech, backing away from him.
Snape looks completely confused for a second until realization dawns and his sickly white pallor turns a deep shade of crimson.
"Do you know of Occlumency?" He asks.
"Yes. And you're awful at teaching it."
"Let me in your mind to see your telling the truth."
"Um wasn't my reaction proof enough? What eleven year old would have turned 'let me in' into a sick pervert reaction?"
"Depends on how you were brought up." He answers, I feel my mouth slacken. He seriously believes an eleven year old could react like that? In the nineteen hundreds?
"On a condition." I answer. "You teach us the same you do the other two houses."
"Legilemens!"
All of a sudden, I am in my foster carer's home, playing catch with my sister.
I'm in a waiting room as my biological mum steps out, she smiles widely and runs towards me.
*I'm chasing my friends around the playground, laughing.
Sitting in the heads office, told I have the chicken pox.
I'm crying in the car home, my biological dad just been sentenced to jail.
I'm sitting in my bunk bed, reading a book to my sister and the other foster kids.
I'm in another car, driving away from my mother for the last time. Looking back to see her trying not to cry, face scrunched up in pain.
Sitting in the living room, nervously awaiting the first time I get to see my new parents.
I'm arriving at my new parent's house, playing with the dogs.
My sister and I are sitting in a car, driving away from our foster home, ready to move in with our new parents.
It's my sisters 5th birthday, I get a little book as they just missed my seventh birthday.
First day at our new school, I can hear my sister crying in the other classroom.
I'm excited as we sit in the car, getting the day off school, the adoption is officially going through.
Mum just finished getting a tattoo, Winnie the Pooh and friends with Emma and Lisa written over the top in cursive Writing, 04/04/2004 in a line at the characters' feet. Finally I'm loved, a family who loves me.
Meeting two kids down the road from us, Hannah and her little sister.
I'm auditioning for a play, it's primary seven. I get the part.
First time visiting high school, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people.
First day of high school, not leaving my friends side.
My friend hanging with others, leaving me behind.
*
Learning my dog is seriously ill
*
Being told my dog is being put down
*
Sitting in music listening to a song, Death Dances, crying in the dark because Sabre was just put down.
Drawing into myself, becoming lonely, retreating to the library.
Reading nonstop, always seen with a book.
*
Arriving home and told to sit down, told out other dog, Tyson died during the day.
*
On a school walk, at the back,
book in hand, another girl in my year, short, a bit on the tubby sidewalks next to me, I put the book aside.
Sitting laughing with my new friend, Megan.
Inviting Megan over to a sleepover for the first time.
Meeting Megan's other friend, another Megan.
Starting third year of High School, 2011.
Megan Walker brings a new girl, distinctly Ginger with her to our corner, I smile at her.
Inviting my three friends to my birthday party.
*
Getting two new dogs, Samson and Tj
*
Kissing Adam for the first time, going out on a date.
Mutually splitting up with Adam via text.
Getting back together a year later, now sixth year.
I'm celebrating the New Year in a hotel, babysitting, writing on Facebook, and welcome to 2014 everyone!
I'm sitting in school, Writing down all our names along with 'Harry potter marathon participants'
I wake up on the train.
*
Next I'm back in Snape's office, a headache starting to form. Snape looks stunned, eyeing me with a slight glare.
"That, sir, was mind rape. I don't think I'll be attending another of your detentions." I turn and storm out the room.