Disclaimer: I don't own the song in //...// It's called "Freak on a Leash"
by Korn. You already know I don't own Harry Potter or any other of those
characters . . . =( *sighs* Oh well . . .
Yay! I got a review! Thank you, Scarlett-Dragon! As short as it was, it was a review, but I worship you for it. *bows to her* lol. I made this chapter for you. But everyone must remember that this whole story is for my friend, Cat, so she's Goddess to you all! lol.
A Beautiful Morning
//Come on, step inside, and you'll realize.
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be.
What chill vision you'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't live that, lie...//
Cat sat in a plastic chair in the police station, humming a happy tune to herself. Most people figured, by the looks of her, that she was just trying to take her mind off of whatever happened to her; other people who knew the tune, knew the lyrics that went along with it, and edge away from her. Here was a small, beautiful girl with blood smeared all over her night out fit, humming to herself, and swinging her legs like a content child - you either found that saddening or maddening.
//Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.//
Cat sang in her mind while humming the tune. The truth was that she has always like to hum "Freak on a Leash" from Korn whenever she had a fight with her father. However, she was enjoying this time because it marked a special occasion. It was on this morning, April 9th, 10:something p.m., that not only had she found a new talent, but put her father into a coma- like state that no one can explain! Just the thought of justices, pay- back, and power it held gave her shivers of delight.
"Miss Cat?" a sweet voice asked.
Cat looked up to see the policewoman who had been watching her all morning until someone had come and get her. Her cuts and stab in the shoulder wasn't as bad as they felt when she was leaning against the bathroom door of the cheap hotel. They were fairly clean and only needed some bandages, so no hospitable or doctors. Instead she got this nice-enough woman who kept trying to figure out where she came from. Cat, knowing better than to even utter the word "Howgarts," kept giving her indirect answers, but always promised that someone will come looking for her.
"Yes?" Cat asked pleasantly.
"Your uncle and cousin are here," the woman said, clearly not believing it.
Cat smiled and got up. Swinging her hips just like she did the very first day she came to Howgarts, Cat walked over to the front desk and saw her "uncle" and "cousin" waiting by the door.
Grinning fully with amusement in her eyes, she said, "Hello, Uncle Snape. Hey, Cousin Malfoy. What nice, *plain* out fits you are wearing."
Draco growled and Snape harden his eyes, all the more amusement for Cat.
//You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Let me strip the pain, let me not give in.
Free me of your lies, inside my heart dies
Good shit never achieve, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.//
They went out to the cab and road in silence for a long time. Cat sat in the middle, with Draco on her left and Snape on her right. Draco couldn't handle it anymore.
"Are you alright?" he questioned.
"I'm fine," Cat answered. "Thank you for coming to get me."
"Don't get use to it," Snape growled.
"Oh, why are you being so cruel, *Uncle*?" Cat radiated, trying not to bust up laughing. She heard a snort from the driver and looked at him really closely. He had blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes . . . looked like a usual European . . . but then there was something off about him. "Hey, who are you?"
"Just a cab driver, Ma'am," he said deceptively with a wink. "So, where to . . . Uncle Snape?"
Cat saw Snape gritted his teeth and said in a low, threatening voice, "You know where."
The driver laughed and promised to stop teasing him. Cat sat back, but then lean forward when she hit her stabbed shoulder too hard - it wasn't bad, but it still hurt.
"How much does it hurt?" Draco asked.
"Not much," Cat lied smoothly. "Hey, how did you guys know where to find me?"
"We didn't." Draco pulled out a piece of binder paper and handed it to Cat. "I didn't read it, but when the owl returned, we had already known that you were gone, so we had to send it out again to find you."
"The owl knew where I was?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Once you've sent a letter by an owl, they can find you anywhere. It's part of the magic. . . .Was that your real father?" When Draco saw her questioning look, he added, "We heard the police report."
"Oh! Yeah, the brain-dead man is my father. I guess he decided that I owed him something."
"You really don't know why he kidnapped you??"
"No, not really." (Truthful!) "What I want to know is how he got into Howgarts without anyone detecting him."
"The Ministry of Magic is going to look into that during the summer," Snape informed. "There'll be too many students to make a worthy investigation . . . and keep it a secret."
"Yeah. . . . .Thank you, Professor Snape," she said with every once of respect that she had for him. "But one thing's bothering me. Why did you dress like Muggles?"
Draco groaned, but Snape said, "It would have been odd looking for us to come into the police station as wizards and we couldn't erase everyone's memory by ourselves. The Minster of Magic will take care of that."
Cat nodded, understanding. "And you came all this way for *me*? Ah, I'm touched."
"For someone who just hacked up by her father, you are really happy," the driver noted.
"Well, yeah! My father was a jackass, little prick - not to mention insane. I'm glad he's brain-dead, and the scars will heal sooner or later, so why would I need to be sad?"
"Hmmm, good point. . . .But you're not shook up by being kidnapped by your father and him cutting you up?"
"I would be, but right now I'm drugged." Cat grinned and nodded, remembering that all her moaning and complaining got her the hardest pain killers that they could find. . . She wasn't even sure that they were legal. She leaned back carefully, and started to hum.
//Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
With your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!//
Instead of going to Hogwarts, Cat found the cab driver heading in a different direction. They ended up at Snape's mansion. Cat could tell it was his before he announced the fact by the way he walked right up to it just like he owned the place. Being so late in the day, and Cat being only in her night wear, Professor Snape figured that it would raise a lot unnecessary of questions. There would be questions, yes, but not as much if she came in a blood drench over sized T-shirt.
After lunch, Cat laid down to sleep in a guest room before the drugs wore off. She had already explained all that had happened to Snape, leaving out the part about the red glowing stuff that caused her father to go brain dead. She can Draco later, but right now she just want to sleep.
"Hey, Cat?" Draco asked at the door.
"Hmmm?" she asked sleepishly.
He came in and sat at the end of bed and asked, "Doesn't it seem a little weird that Professor Snape is letting us stay at his mansion?"
Cat looked puzzled. "He's generous . . . ? No, wait, that doesn't sound like Snape. . . .I don't know. We are the best kids - grade wise - in his class, Sytherins at that. Maybe he feels like he needs to."
". . . .I guess. Still, when he found out that you were gone, he seemed furious."
"Really?" An eyebrow raised.
"Yes, he was pacing when he thought no one was watching, talking frequently with Dumbledor and as soon as that bird got back, he didn't even let it rest until it found you."
"Wow . . ." Cat yawned. "Come here," she held out her arm and pulled him beside her when he grabbed hold of her hand. "Less talk, more sleep. . . ."
Draco looked at the doll like features of his friend and found mixed emotions in his gaze towards her. There was relief, for he really did worry for Cat, possibly more than Professor Snape did. There was awe, which led to respect, because she had clearly been through a lot and yet it didn't seem to bother that much. He found himself curious about this strange girl who fell out of the clear, blue sky . . . literally, and is now laying beside him after having a meeting with a knife . . . and yet, here she is, care-free as usual. There was something else in all of these emotions, but Draco couldn't put his finger on it. He was amazed just by the fact that he feels all of these emotions for her, for he has never felt so many for anyone in his life. Even Harry Potter he just loathed. Somehow his hatred towards the Potter boy seemed pathetic compare to what he felt for Cat at that moment.
"Cat . . .?"
"Hm?" Cat didn't bother to open her eyes.
"I'm . . . glad to see that you're alright. . . "
"Same here, Drackie. . ."
"Don't call-" But before he could finish the order, he a small snore come from her and knew she was already asleep. He close his eyes and let the warm afternoon drift him off to sleep. . . .
~End~
A/N: Yeee! ^^^ How fluffy! What do you think? I know it's not really that exciting, considering my last chapter, but I thought it was kind of funny. Please tell me what you think! PLEASE!!
Yay! I got a review! Thank you, Scarlett-Dragon! As short as it was, it was a review, but I worship you for it. *bows to her* lol. I made this chapter for you. But everyone must remember that this whole story is for my friend, Cat, so she's Goddess to you all! lol.
A Beautiful Morning
//Come on, step inside, and you'll realize.
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be.
What chill vision you'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't live that, lie...//
Cat sat in a plastic chair in the police station, humming a happy tune to herself. Most people figured, by the looks of her, that she was just trying to take her mind off of whatever happened to her; other people who knew the tune, knew the lyrics that went along with it, and edge away from her. Here was a small, beautiful girl with blood smeared all over her night out fit, humming to herself, and swinging her legs like a content child - you either found that saddening or maddening.
//Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
with your life's dead bodies everywhere.//
Cat sang in her mind while humming the tune. The truth was that she has always like to hum "Freak on a Leash" from Korn whenever she had a fight with her father. However, she was enjoying this time because it marked a special occasion. It was on this morning, April 9th, 10:something p.m., that not only had she found a new talent, but put her father into a coma- like state that no one can explain! Just the thought of justices, pay- back, and power it held gave her shivers of delight.
"Miss Cat?" a sweet voice asked.
Cat looked up to see the policewoman who had been watching her all morning until someone had come and get her. Her cuts and stab in the shoulder wasn't as bad as they felt when she was leaning against the bathroom door of the cheap hotel. They were fairly clean and only needed some bandages, so no hospitable or doctors. Instead she got this nice-enough woman who kept trying to figure out where she came from. Cat, knowing better than to even utter the word "Howgarts," kept giving her indirect answers, but always promised that someone will come looking for her.
"Yes?" Cat asked pleasantly.
"Your uncle and cousin are here," the woman said, clearly not believing it.
Cat smiled and got up. Swinging her hips just like she did the very first day she came to Howgarts, Cat walked over to the front desk and saw her "uncle" and "cousin" waiting by the door.
Grinning fully with amusement in her eyes, she said, "Hello, Uncle Snape. Hey, Cousin Malfoy. What nice, *plain* out fits you are wearing."
Draco growled and Snape harden his eyes, all the more amusement for Cat.
//You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
Let me strip the pain, let me not give in.
Free me of your lies, inside my heart dies
Good shit never achieve, don't lay that shit on me.
Let me live my... life.//
They went out to the cab and road in silence for a long time. Cat sat in the middle, with Draco on her left and Snape on her right. Draco couldn't handle it anymore.
"Are you alright?" he questioned.
"I'm fine," Cat answered. "Thank you for coming to get me."
"Don't get use to it," Snape growled.
"Oh, why are you being so cruel, *Uncle*?" Cat radiated, trying not to bust up laughing. She heard a snort from the driver and looked at him really closely. He had blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes . . . looked like a usual European . . . but then there was something off about him. "Hey, who are you?"
"Just a cab driver, Ma'am," he said deceptively with a wink. "So, where to . . . Uncle Snape?"
Cat saw Snape gritted his teeth and said in a low, threatening voice, "You know where."
The driver laughed and promised to stop teasing him. Cat sat back, but then lean forward when she hit her stabbed shoulder too hard - it wasn't bad, but it still hurt.
"How much does it hurt?" Draco asked.
"Not much," Cat lied smoothly. "Hey, how did you guys know where to find me?"
"We didn't." Draco pulled out a piece of binder paper and handed it to Cat. "I didn't read it, but when the owl returned, we had already known that you were gone, so we had to send it out again to find you."
"The owl knew where I was?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Once you've sent a letter by an owl, they can find you anywhere. It's part of the magic. . . .Was that your real father?" When Draco saw her questioning look, he added, "We heard the police report."
"Oh! Yeah, the brain-dead man is my father. I guess he decided that I owed him something."
"You really don't know why he kidnapped you??"
"No, not really." (Truthful!) "What I want to know is how he got into Howgarts without anyone detecting him."
"The Ministry of Magic is going to look into that during the summer," Snape informed. "There'll be too many students to make a worthy investigation . . . and keep it a secret."
"Yeah. . . . .Thank you, Professor Snape," she said with every once of respect that she had for him. "But one thing's bothering me. Why did you dress like Muggles?"
Draco groaned, but Snape said, "It would have been odd looking for us to come into the police station as wizards and we couldn't erase everyone's memory by ourselves. The Minster of Magic will take care of that."
Cat nodded, understanding. "And you came all this way for *me*? Ah, I'm touched."
"For someone who just hacked up by her father, you are really happy," the driver noted.
"Well, yeah! My father was a jackass, little prick - not to mention insane. I'm glad he's brain-dead, and the scars will heal sooner or later, so why would I need to be sad?"
"Hmmm, good point. . . .But you're not shook up by being kidnapped by your father and him cutting you up?"
"I would be, but right now I'm drugged." Cat grinned and nodded, remembering that all her moaning and complaining got her the hardest pain killers that they could find. . . She wasn't even sure that they were legal. She leaned back carefully, and started to hum.
//Hate!
I sing my words, I've thought that feeling,
With your life's dead bodies everywhere.
You!
Really want me to be a good son. Why?
You make me feel like no one.
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!//
Instead of going to Hogwarts, Cat found the cab driver heading in a different direction. They ended up at Snape's mansion. Cat could tell it was his before he announced the fact by the way he walked right up to it just like he owned the place. Being so late in the day, and Cat being only in her night wear, Professor Snape figured that it would raise a lot unnecessary of questions. There would be questions, yes, but not as much if she came in a blood drench over sized T-shirt.
After lunch, Cat laid down to sleep in a guest room before the drugs wore off. She had already explained all that had happened to Snape, leaving out the part about the red glowing stuff that caused her father to go brain dead. She can Draco later, but right now she just want to sleep.
"Hey, Cat?" Draco asked at the door.
"Hmmm?" she asked sleepishly.
He came in and sat at the end of bed and asked, "Doesn't it seem a little weird that Professor Snape is letting us stay at his mansion?"
Cat looked puzzled. "He's generous . . . ? No, wait, that doesn't sound like Snape. . . .I don't know. We are the best kids - grade wise - in his class, Sytherins at that. Maybe he feels like he needs to."
". . . .I guess. Still, when he found out that you were gone, he seemed furious."
"Really?" An eyebrow raised.
"Yes, he was pacing when he thought no one was watching, talking frequently with Dumbledor and as soon as that bird got back, he didn't even let it rest until it found you."
"Wow . . ." Cat yawned. "Come here," she held out her arm and pulled him beside her when he grabbed hold of her hand. "Less talk, more sleep. . . ."
Draco looked at the doll like features of his friend and found mixed emotions in his gaze towards her. There was relief, for he really did worry for Cat, possibly more than Professor Snape did. There was awe, which led to respect, because she had clearly been through a lot and yet it didn't seem to bother that much. He found himself curious about this strange girl who fell out of the clear, blue sky . . . literally, and is now laying beside him after having a meeting with a knife . . . and yet, here she is, care-free as usual. There was something else in all of these emotions, but Draco couldn't put his finger on it. He was amazed just by the fact that he feels all of these emotions for her, for he has never felt so many for anyone in his life. Even Harry Potter he just loathed. Somehow his hatred towards the Potter boy seemed pathetic compare to what he felt for Cat at that moment.
"Cat . . .?"
"Hm?" Cat didn't bother to open her eyes.
"I'm . . . glad to see that you're alright. . . "
"Same here, Drackie. . ."
"Don't call-" But before he could finish the order, he a small snore come from her and knew she was already asleep. He close his eyes and let the warm afternoon drift him off to sleep. . . .
~End~
A/N: Yeee! ^^^ How fluffy! What do you think? I know it's not really that exciting, considering my last chapter, but I thought it was kind of funny. Please tell me what you think! PLEASE!!