Author's Note: Okay, sorry that it has been so damn long sense I've put up
the next part to my fic, but it's here at last! =) Took me a while to
actually WRITE it. Hope you enjoy it!
A Beautiful Morning
(Part 5)
The first week goes by, and then the first month, and soon, the kids at Hogwarts are finding themselves in a routine of classes and sports. They went from class to class, trying to keep up with the mounds of homework given to them by their teacher. The sun stayed out longer and the cold winter's wind started to loose its bite and become warm. With the last of the snow melting, the world was awaking to a new spring.
"About time!" Cat mumbled to herself as she got out of bed to look at the magnificently soggy world out side. "I've never been around so much snow before. It was annoying."
She took a shower, got dressed, collected her things, and headed down to the common room of her house. She was use to getting up before everyone else - even though she went to bed before everyone else - so she didn't make too much noise and got out a book to read. It was time like this that she wish she could use the Internet and chat with all of her friends.
"Hello, Mara," a deep voice from the shadows.
Cat gave a little jump as she recognized the voice. It belonged to her father. She didn't want to say anything, hoping that it was just her imagination fooling around with her. It wasn't.
"I've seen you've gotten into Slytherin. Somehow, I knew you would," the voice continued.
"What do you want?" she snapped to the shadows.
"What else? You have something of mine."
"Yeah, your geans. Other than that, you haven't given me a damn thing," Cat replied evenly.
The shadows seemed to grow larger and her father's voice yelled, "AND YOU SHOULD BE ENTERALLY GRATEFUL FOR THOSE GEANS!"
"Keep yelling, Prick, and you'll get caught," she kept her voice normal, though she real wanted to whip out of her wand and blast him back to the Stoned Ages whence he came from. But the truth of it was that she could physically hurt him, not now. He had found a way to communicate through shadows, so it was really just his magic in Hogwarts, not him himself.
"You have something of mine, and I want it back, now!" the shadows hissed.
"Too bad, old man, I don't have a damned thing of yours. If I did, I would burn the cursed thing to the pits of Hell and spit on it for spite."
"Oh, so now you think you're big and tough, now that you're in Hogwarts, do ya? May I remind how you got there in the first place-"
"Yeah, you got caught!" Cat sneered at the shadows. "You killed a guy and caught for it, so it's your fault that I got to go to Hogwarts and get away from the circle of Hell that was my life with you!"
Cat took off before her father's magic could fallow her. She ran as fast as she possibly could, until she was out side, in the open and away from any shadows. Not that she was scared of her father, less than not, but merely because she was sick of the prick. She should go tell someone that she was just contacted by her father, but what good would that do? There's no known way of tracing a Shadow Call, as she likes to call it, and he didn't give her any names or tell where he was. He could be close, to say that he wanted something back from her. What kind of idiot goes and kills someone and then contacts his kid for something and not be close to pick it up!?
She gave a quick gasped. What if he's in Hogwarts right now?! No, no, that can't be right. Hogwarts has these spells so no one can sneak in without someone knowing about it. He's probably in Britain somewhere. He might have just wanted her to go into the Muggle world and give him the thing there, instead of risking it where magic can be use causally. Makes sense, right? Right.
Why is she jumping shadows? (No pun intended.) She's not afraid of her father; she can stand up to the guy any time she feels like it . . . So, why the heck is she trying to convince herself of that?
"A little early for a student to be up," a familiar voice floated into her thoughts.
Cat turned around - not too fast, don't want to make it look like she was spooked - and saw her most favorite teacher . . . sorry, processor . . . standing a few feet away from her.
"Morning, Processor Snape," she acted as innocently as possible. "I was just looking at the ground, for once not covered in snow."
"You have a great view from window in the dorm," he motioned to the window where she would be. "It would be much wiser to stay up there instead of coming out into the open where it is cold."
"So says you," Cat mumbled, but quickly covered it up before Snape could raise an eyebrow. "Uh, you know, I just wanted to see it in first-hand view . . . or something like that."
"Indeed," he commented.
An uneasy silence fell over them and Cat wondered how everything that came out of Snape's mouth seemed threating? Clearly, he's not always threating, but the way he sounds . . . Someday, she'll have to ask him how he does that.
Snape stood there, as he normally does, with a blank look on his face. He thought of many things, wondering which ones he should share, and which ones would be best told by someone else, all the while, giving away nothing. No one could even start to wonder what was behind that impassive mask . . . No one but someone who's done the same thing once or twice in her life.
"What are you thinking about?" Cat asked, turning towards Processor Snape.
"Many things," Snape answered before he went off.
Cat gave a sigh and was about to turn back to her open scenery when Snape caught her attention again.
"It is quiet . . . questioning . . . when a student stands out in the cold alone," he spoke evenly, not looking back.
With a sigh, Cat headed back to the dorm. Hopefully, a few other kids will be up by now.
Yes, there were a few kids up and about. A few earlier birds that like to get a good head start on the morning . . . or something like that. One of the few kids that were up, low and behold, was Hermione. As Cat passed her, Hermione gave a sneer and glared at her.
"What?" Cat asked with fake innocence.
"I know what you're doing," she answered darkly. "You think that you can get away with it, don't you? Well, I won't let you."
Cat sighed. She knew what this was about, but like she was going to confess up to it. "Look, if you have the hots for Draco-"
"WHAT?! How can you suggest such a thing!" Hermione snapped. "I hate him, loath him!"
"You know, they say that the ones who say they hate someone, really likes them," Cat shrugged.
Hermione looked ready to explode, but instead, she said in her normal voice, "I know that you're playing tricks on Harry, Ron, and I. Don't think that I don't notice how you always seem to be around when something bad happens to one of us. I know it's you, and I'll prove it."
"Oh, I see what's going on," Cat glared at Hermione. "You think that by putting the blame on me that you can somehow effect my grades?"
Hermione blinked. "W-what?"
"Come on, don't think I haven't been paying attention to the scores. Just because I'm the first in our class, and you're the second, you don't have to get jealous. Life is not all about grades, you know."
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Hermione nearly shrieked. Catty-watty touched a softie-spot! "I'm talking about the time Ron blenched up a frog; when I spoke backwards for three hours; and the time when Harry tapped danced on Dumbledor's plate, screaming some muggle song!" (For those who are interested, the song was "Beautiful Stranger" by Madonna.)
Cat, barely managing to control her lips from curling up, said in a smoothing voice, "Hey, it's alright. I know you're stressed out about finding this . . . prankster, but don't worry. You'll find him or her soon. You're very smart."
"Huh?" Hermione blinked again in confusion. Support was the last thing that she had expected from Cat.
"Later, Her-minion!" Cat waved and headed down the hall way to the Sytherin House.
"It's Her-mine-ee!" she called after Cat, though she had a feeling that Cat didn't hear her. She shrugged and headed off, trying to figure what the heck that was all about.
Cat, once safely out of hearing range, leaned against the wall. Starting with a smile, her chuckles slowly became hearable by human ears, then she broke out into a laughing fit that could rival an insane person. And the only ones who saw this were the pictures that hung on the walls, rolling their eyes and telling her to keep it down so they can get their beauty sleep.
This was about the time Draco came walking down the hall. He saw Cat sprawled on the floor, clutching her sides, and laughing it up! Giving Cat a queer look and then shook his head, he walked off saying, "I knew someone would crack under the pressure at Hogwarts, but I'd never excepted you be the first."
Cat had to crane her neck around so the back of her head was touching her shoulders just to Draco's cape flowing behind, an lure gesture to follow him, like the sirens luring sailors to their deaths. How could she resist?
"Hey, Drackie, wait up!" She called and got to her feet. As she strolled over to him, she fixed her hair and robes that got twisted around while she bellowed like an insane dragon from the depths of a cave.
"Don't call me that!" he snapped, though he stopped walking.
"Sheeesh, sorry!" Cat rolled her eyes. "Anyhow, I'm not insane, yet. I was just laughing it up because Her-me-noin had just accused me of playing tricks on her and her friends."
Draco looked sideways at her. "So, she's catching on to us, then?"
"No, just to me." Cat smiled cheerfully. "She hasn't found out that I have an accomplish."
Draco snorted, "Then she isn't as smart as she illusions herself to be." He smirked. "Who else would Snape allow to barrow his Red-eye tulip?"
"Huh?" Cat asked, for a moment of bewilderment. "What are we going to do with a Red-eye tulip . . . Give someone Pink Eye?"
"Red-eye tulips are much more useful . . . when mixed with the right things."
"Yeah, like what?"
"A little of this, a little of that, Dumbledor's bread," Draco cut himself off right there, knowing that Cat understood now.
"Oh, you are evil," Cat chuckled.
Author's Note: Well, that's it for now. I'm too tired to write anymore! It is 4:15 in the freakin' morning! What the hell am I doing up so earlier?! Simple, I haven't gone to bed yet and I better stop typing or else I'm going to ramble on and make my own navel of non-sense before the sun comes up!
A Beautiful Morning
(Part 5)
The first week goes by, and then the first month, and soon, the kids at Hogwarts are finding themselves in a routine of classes and sports. They went from class to class, trying to keep up with the mounds of homework given to them by their teacher. The sun stayed out longer and the cold winter's wind started to loose its bite and become warm. With the last of the snow melting, the world was awaking to a new spring.
"About time!" Cat mumbled to herself as she got out of bed to look at the magnificently soggy world out side. "I've never been around so much snow before. It was annoying."
She took a shower, got dressed, collected her things, and headed down to the common room of her house. She was use to getting up before everyone else - even though she went to bed before everyone else - so she didn't make too much noise and got out a book to read. It was time like this that she wish she could use the Internet and chat with all of her friends.
"Hello, Mara," a deep voice from the shadows.
Cat gave a little jump as she recognized the voice. It belonged to her father. She didn't want to say anything, hoping that it was just her imagination fooling around with her. It wasn't.
"I've seen you've gotten into Slytherin. Somehow, I knew you would," the voice continued.
"What do you want?" she snapped to the shadows.
"What else? You have something of mine."
"Yeah, your geans. Other than that, you haven't given me a damn thing," Cat replied evenly.
The shadows seemed to grow larger and her father's voice yelled, "AND YOU SHOULD BE ENTERALLY GRATEFUL FOR THOSE GEANS!"
"Keep yelling, Prick, and you'll get caught," she kept her voice normal, though she real wanted to whip out of her wand and blast him back to the Stoned Ages whence he came from. But the truth of it was that she could physically hurt him, not now. He had found a way to communicate through shadows, so it was really just his magic in Hogwarts, not him himself.
"You have something of mine, and I want it back, now!" the shadows hissed.
"Too bad, old man, I don't have a damned thing of yours. If I did, I would burn the cursed thing to the pits of Hell and spit on it for spite."
"Oh, so now you think you're big and tough, now that you're in Hogwarts, do ya? May I remind how you got there in the first place-"
"Yeah, you got caught!" Cat sneered at the shadows. "You killed a guy and caught for it, so it's your fault that I got to go to Hogwarts and get away from the circle of Hell that was my life with you!"
Cat took off before her father's magic could fallow her. She ran as fast as she possibly could, until she was out side, in the open and away from any shadows. Not that she was scared of her father, less than not, but merely because she was sick of the prick. She should go tell someone that she was just contacted by her father, but what good would that do? There's no known way of tracing a Shadow Call, as she likes to call it, and he didn't give her any names or tell where he was. He could be close, to say that he wanted something back from her. What kind of idiot goes and kills someone and then contacts his kid for something and not be close to pick it up!?
She gave a quick gasped. What if he's in Hogwarts right now?! No, no, that can't be right. Hogwarts has these spells so no one can sneak in without someone knowing about it. He's probably in Britain somewhere. He might have just wanted her to go into the Muggle world and give him the thing there, instead of risking it where magic can be use causally. Makes sense, right? Right.
Why is she jumping shadows? (No pun intended.) She's not afraid of her father; she can stand up to the guy any time she feels like it . . . So, why the heck is she trying to convince herself of that?
"A little early for a student to be up," a familiar voice floated into her thoughts.
Cat turned around - not too fast, don't want to make it look like she was spooked - and saw her most favorite teacher . . . sorry, processor . . . standing a few feet away from her.
"Morning, Processor Snape," she acted as innocently as possible. "I was just looking at the ground, for once not covered in snow."
"You have a great view from window in the dorm," he motioned to the window where she would be. "It would be much wiser to stay up there instead of coming out into the open where it is cold."
"So says you," Cat mumbled, but quickly covered it up before Snape could raise an eyebrow. "Uh, you know, I just wanted to see it in first-hand view . . . or something like that."
"Indeed," he commented.
An uneasy silence fell over them and Cat wondered how everything that came out of Snape's mouth seemed threating? Clearly, he's not always threating, but the way he sounds . . . Someday, she'll have to ask him how he does that.
Snape stood there, as he normally does, with a blank look on his face. He thought of many things, wondering which ones he should share, and which ones would be best told by someone else, all the while, giving away nothing. No one could even start to wonder what was behind that impassive mask . . . No one but someone who's done the same thing once or twice in her life.
"What are you thinking about?" Cat asked, turning towards Processor Snape.
"Many things," Snape answered before he went off.
Cat gave a sigh and was about to turn back to her open scenery when Snape caught her attention again.
"It is quiet . . . questioning . . . when a student stands out in the cold alone," he spoke evenly, not looking back.
With a sigh, Cat headed back to the dorm. Hopefully, a few other kids will be up by now.
Yes, there were a few kids up and about. A few earlier birds that like to get a good head start on the morning . . . or something like that. One of the few kids that were up, low and behold, was Hermione. As Cat passed her, Hermione gave a sneer and glared at her.
"What?" Cat asked with fake innocence.
"I know what you're doing," she answered darkly. "You think that you can get away with it, don't you? Well, I won't let you."
Cat sighed. She knew what this was about, but like she was going to confess up to it. "Look, if you have the hots for Draco-"
"WHAT?! How can you suggest such a thing!" Hermione snapped. "I hate him, loath him!"
"You know, they say that the ones who say they hate someone, really likes them," Cat shrugged.
Hermione looked ready to explode, but instead, she said in her normal voice, "I know that you're playing tricks on Harry, Ron, and I. Don't think that I don't notice how you always seem to be around when something bad happens to one of us. I know it's you, and I'll prove it."
"Oh, I see what's going on," Cat glared at Hermione. "You think that by putting the blame on me that you can somehow effect my grades?"
Hermione blinked. "W-what?"
"Come on, don't think I haven't been paying attention to the scores. Just because I'm the first in our class, and you're the second, you don't have to get jealous. Life is not all about grades, you know."
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Hermione nearly shrieked. Catty-watty touched a softie-spot! "I'm talking about the time Ron blenched up a frog; when I spoke backwards for three hours; and the time when Harry tapped danced on Dumbledor's plate, screaming some muggle song!" (For those who are interested, the song was "Beautiful Stranger" by Madonna.)
Cat, barely managing to control her lips from curling up, said in a smoothing voice, "Hey, it's alright. I know you're stressed out about finding this . . . prankster, but don't worry. You'll find him or her soon. You're very smart."
"Huh?" Hermione blinked again in confusion. Support was the last thing that she had expected from Cat.
"Later, Her-minion!" Cat waved and headed down the hall way to the Sytherin House.
"It's Her-mine-ee!" she called after Cat, though she had a feeling that Cat didn't hear her. She shrugged and headed off, trying to figure what the heck that was all about.
Cat, once safely out of hearing range, leaned against the wall. Starting with a smile, her chuckles slowly became hearable by human ears, then she broke out into a laughing fit that could rival an insane person. And the only ones who saw this were the pictures that hung on the walls, rolling their eyes and telling her to keep it down so they can get their beauty sleep.
This was about the time Draco came walking down the hall. He saw Cat sprawled on the floor, clutching her sides, and laughing it up! Giving Cat a queer look and then shook his head, he walked off saying, "I knew someone would crack under the pressure at Hogwarts, but I'd never excepted you be the first."
Cat had to crane her neck around so the back of her head was touching her shoulders just to Draco's cape flowing behind, an lure gesture to follow him, like the sirens luring sailors to their deaths. How could she resist?
"Hey, Drackie, wait up!" She called and got to her feet. As she strolled over to him, she fixed her hair and robes that got twisted around while she bellowed like an insane dragon from the depths of a cave.
"Don't call me that!" he snapped, though he stopped walking.
"Sheeesh, sorry!" Cat rolled her eyes. "Anyhow, I'm not insane, yet. I was just laughing it up because Her-me-noin had just accused me of playing tricks on her and her friends."
Draco looked sideways at her. "So, she's catching on to us, then?"
"No, just to me." Cat smiled cheerfully. "She hasn't found out that I have an accomplish."
Draco snorted, "Then she isn't as smart as she illusions herself to be." He smirked. "Who else would Snape allow to barrow his Red-eye tulip?"
"Huh?" Cat asked, for a moment of bewilderment. "What are we going to do with a Red-eye tulip . . . Give someone Pink Eye?"
"Red-eye tulips are much more useful . . . when mixed with the right things."
"Yeah, like what?"
"A little of this, a little of that, Dumbledor's bread," Draco cut himself off right there, knowing that Cat understood now.
"Oh, you are evil," Cat chuckled.
Author's Note: Well, that's it for now. I'm too tired to write anymore! It is 4:15 in the freakin' morning! What the hell am I doing up so earlier?! Simple, I haven't gone to bed yet and I better stop typing or else I'm going to ramble on and make my own navel of non-sense before the sun comes up!