To Just Silver, can you really? well dont stop writing if you can't, because then i'd get hate mail, and who knows how i'd cope with that!
She was as pale as death, and he could see her cheekbones under her skin. Guilt was insidious but anger was burning him up from the inside. What had she been doing to herself while he had been away?
"Well Amaris?"
He sounded like some sort of irate school teacher but he needed to know, it couldn't have been the separation. He had found it painful but he didn't look one step away from an animated corpse, she took a breath and he actually saw her shudder. She was leaning against her Uncle like he was holding her up.
"I thought you were going to miss my birthday"
The glance pleading for help that she sent to Potter sent raw jealousy surging through him, he didn't intend to let it show even when Harry stepped up to explain.
"She needs you to regulate her final change, and she said something about affirmation?"
A memory previously dammed up slammed into his mind when he pushed at her to explain. She had to be around thirteen years old and was standing there naked and coated in blood, in front of her stood a woman whom it seemed she had hated virulently, a flash the woman's throat under her knife and then back to the vision, the woman was speaking.
"You have one more change that will be forced Amaris, on your eighteenth you will hunt in your human form driven by your very blood. I somehow doubt that your father is going to let you affirm a life mate, let alone the boy, don't you?"
A rush of hopelessness from the girl then, and he was back in the present and Amaris was watching him with weary eyes. His anger leapt up and burned, if he had been sorcerer born he suspected the air would be burning but it wasn't so he swore long and low under his breath.
"Amaris, you are, you are, I don't have words for the sort of fool you are"
That brought fury leaping into her eyes and he was glad of it, anything other than that half dead worry, she took two steps forward and he felt the air heat up and then she swayed, he reached out and caught her up to him, thanking god she was as small as she was, and then he turned about to speak and stopped dead. Something was definitely going to happen here, or his name wasn't Malfoy.
***
Being slammed into a wall would have been a nicer feeling, fate picked her up by the throat and slammed her backwards and she had to hold it back. Sheer force of habit sealed it in, and the fact that whatever was happening between Draco and Amaris obviously needed to happen now but she couldn't seem to concentrate.
Those eyes had haunted her since the visions had started at puberty, now she could see the entire picture, he was someone's uncle, well thank god, for a horrible moment she had thought he was someone's father. This was the only vision she had longed to come to pass, to meet the owner of those eyes.
And there he was, he was probably old enough to be her father, but the lines that bracketed the corners of his eyes were the only ones present on his face, he didn't look much more than mid thirties. Dark hair tied back in a horse tail, yes there was a family resemblance between him and Ama. But not much, he certainly wasn't as arsenic white as Ama light tanned skin, tall, thank god, and then those eyes.
Back as tar and at the moment filled with worry and looking at Ama, so easy to think of her like that, she was being held against Draco's chest and there, the flash of vision from earlier, they seemed comfortable with that close contact, much more comfortable than she would ever be, but then, they were one person.
She felt more than half recovered when those eyes turned and looked at her, curious, she tilted her head to one side before speaking.
"I'm Miriam Salezar, and you are?"
A pair of eyebrows as dark as his hair moved up for a moment before he spoke.
"I'm Professor Snape, and I would like to know what you're doing on the grounds of the school?"
Hostility, oh well, that was to be expected. She knew from experience that the visions weren't certainties of the future only maybes. But one vision had always recurred in nightmare, letting her know that whatever way she went it was coming to get her, and those eyes had been there, so he had better get used to being at least friendly.
"She's a new Waif and Stray Uncle Serverus"
Amaris looked better curled up in Draco's arms, colour had bloomed for the first time in her cheeks, she also looked relaxed. And she had given her a name, which was more than useful. He looked taken aback.
"She's one of yours then Ama?"
That startled a laugh out of the girl.
"God no, I'd be worried if one of mine turned up here, I think she's one of Dumbledore's pet projects"
A pet project, oh really! but then she saw the twinkle of sardonic amusement in his eyes and realised that sarcasm among these people was rife.
"Well then, hadn't one of you better take her in?"
She saw Harry about to step forward when Draco spoke.
"You can all take her in, Ama and I have to go and talk"
He said it with complete aplomb but the burning silver in his eyes told the world that he had other plans.
Harry was walking up the path with Hermoine almost instantly, so she had turned to follow them when a hand landed on her wrist. Visions shot through her at an alarming rate, if nothing else had this told her how deeply intertwined this man was into her destiny. Fated to meet, how clichéd, and how true!
Her body tried to pull her away, pull backwards, visions were painful and she could only take so much pain, she wasn't athletically enough inclined to want to increase her pain endurance. He seemed to figure out that something was wrong at the same moment that Harry turned back to them.
"Professor!"
He dropped her hand but not before her legs had given out, the floor was coming up to meet her, which was becoming a rather familiar sensation when she was caught, the arms were familiar too, it was her last thought as the visions followed her down into nightmare.
She was as pale as death, and he could see her cheekbones under her skin. Guilt was insidious but anger was burning him up from the inside. What had she been doing to herself while he had been away?
"Well Amaris?"
He sounded like some sort of irate school teacher but he needed to know, it couldn't have been the separation. He had found it painful but he didn't look one step away from an animated corpse, she took a breath and he actually saw her shudder. She was leaning against her Uncle like he was holding her up.
"I thought you were going to miss my birthday"
The glance pleading for help that she sent to Potter sent raw jealousy surging through him, he didn't intend to let it show even when Harry stepped up to explain.
"She needs you to regulate her final change, and she said something about affirmation?"
A memory previously dammed up slammed into his mind when he pushed at her to explain. She had to be around thirteen years old and was standing there naked and coated in blood, in front of her stood a woman whom it seemed she had hated virulently, a flash the woman's throat under her knife and then back to the vision, the woman was speaking.
"You have one more change that will be forced Amaris, on your eighteenth you will hunt in your human form driven by your very blood. I somehow doubt that your father is going to let you affirm a life mate, let alone the boy, don't you?"
A rush of hopelessness from the girl then, and he was back in the present and Amaris was watching him with weary eyes. His anger leapt up and burned, if he had been sorcerer born he suspected the air would be burning but it wasn't so he swore long and low under his breath.
"Amaris, you are, you are, I don't have words for the sort of fool you are"
That brought fury leaping into her eyes and he was glad of it, anything other than that half dead worry, she took two steps forward and he felt the air heat up and then she swayed, he reached out and caught her up to him, thanking god she was as small as she was, and then he turned about to speak and stopped dead. Something was definitely going to happen here, or his name wasn't Malfoy.
***
Being slammed into a wall would have been a nicer feeling, fate picked her up by the throat and slammed her backwards and she had to hold it back. Sheer force of habit sealed it in, and the fact that whatever was happening between Draco and Amaris obviously needed to happen now but she couldn't seem to concentrate.
Those eyes had haunted her since the visions had started at puberty, now she could see the entire picture, he was someone's uncle, well thank god, for a horrible moment she had thought he was someone's father. This was the only vision she had longed to come to pass, to meet the owner of those eyes.
And there he was, he was probably old enough to be her father, but the lines that bracketed the corners of his eyes were the only ones present on his face, he didn't look much more than mid thirties. Dark hair tied back in a horse tail, yes there was a family resemblance between him and Ama. But not much, he certainly wasn't as arsenic white as Ama light tanned skin, tall, thank god, and then those eyes.
Back as tar and at the moment filled with worry and looking at Ama, so easy to think of her like that, she was being held against Draco's chest and there, the flash of vision from earlier, they seemed comfortable with that close contact, much more comfortable than she would ever be, but then, they were one person.
She felt more than half recovered when those eyes turned and looked at her, curious, she tilted her head to one side before speaking.
"I'm Miriam Salezar, and you are?"
A pair of eyebrows as dark as his hair moved up for a moment before he spoke.
"I'm Professor Snape, and I would like to know what you're doing on the grounds of the school?"
Hostility, oh well, that was to be expected. She knew from experience that the visions weren't certainties of the future only maybes. But one vision had always recurred in nightmare, letting her know that whatever way she went it was coming to get her, and those eyes had been there, so he had better get used to being at least friendly.
"She's a new Waif and Stray Uncle Serverus"
Amaris looked better curled up in Draco's arms, colour had bloomed for the first time in her cheeks, she also looked relaxed. And she had given her a name, which was more than useful. He looked taken aback.
"She's one of yours then Ama?"
That startled a laugh out of the girl.
"God no, I'd be worried if one of mine turned up here, I think she's one of Dumbledore's pet projects"
A pet project, oh really! but then she saw the twinkle of sardonic amusement in his eyes and realised that sarcasm among these people was rife.
"Well then, hadn't one of you better take her in?"
She saw Harry about to step forward when Draco spoke.
"You can all take her in, Ama and I have to go and talk"
He said it with complete aplomb but the burning silver in his eyes told the world that he had other plans.
Harry was walking up the path with Hermoine almost instantly, so she had turned to follow them when a hand landed on her wrist. Visions shot through her at an alarming rate, if nothing else had this told her how deeply intertwined this man was into her destiny. Fated to meet, how clichéd, and how true!
Her body tried to pull her away, pull backwards, visions were painful and she could only take so much pain, she wasn't athletically enough inclined to want to increase her pain endurance. He seemed to figure out that something was wrong at the same moment that Harry turned back to them.
"Professor!"
He dropped her hand but not before her legs had given out, the floor was coming up to meet her, which was becoming a rather familiar sensation when she was caught, the arms were familiar too, it was her last thought as the visions followed her down into nightmare.