Chapter 2
Waiting for Freedom
There was a period of time after her father killed her mother the Shayna would never remember in full. All she knew for certain was that she was running, convinced if she stayed still from to long he would come. She begged food from where she thought they would give, and ate from trash cans when no one felt pity. She also knew that in the long nights of bitter winter Shayna would strain her mind. Searching for any memory from the time before she arrived in Africa. But all she saw was a flash of green, what good could that be?
She would have most likely died on Aug. 23 five years ago if things hadn't worked out as well as they did. Shayna had gotten all the way to England by now. She hadn't eaten in so many days. The empty pain hung in her stomach everywhere she went. Wandering down t he streets of London she looked for a place to eat. Experience had taught her little places were better. And so she stumbled into a grubby little pub called the Leaky Cauldron.
For such a small place it was very full. Every one there would have seemed to be dressed very strange to Shayna, but she had been too tired to notice. She dragged herself up to the counter with her last ounce of strength. "Mister" she asked feebly "do you have some scraps I could have? I haven't eaten in an awful long time. "Sure I do" he said kindly
The old man behind the counter walked to the back and returned a moment latter with a plate of bread, a pork chop, and a glass of some orange drink. Shayna dug into it as fast as she could. There is nothing better the the feeling of food in an eight days empty stomach. "hungry are you?" asked a voice next to her.
She turned to see a tall thin man with greasy black hair and a hooked nose. He smiled at her as though she were amusing. Shayna nodded and the man laughed. "Can I ask why you're dressed like a muggle?" he asked her
Shayna immediately dropped her juice spilling it every where and jumped back. Fear ripped at her 10 year old heart. She had heard that word once before, a little snake said it. "What?" the man asked in confusion "You ... you say words the snake said" she shuddered quietly
The dark man looked at her blankly "the snake" "Yes" she whispered "you talk like the snake so you must be his follower." "Who's follower? Girl you are not making sense!" he called "My father" she explained "he ... he said muggle. He said they were bad and that he had killed a lot of them." "What's your father's name?" the man asked intrigued now
"Voldemort" she said it softly but as it escaped her tongue the whole of the pub went quiet. Women were staring at her with fear struck eyes. The tall man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room. "Never joke about the dark lord child!" he instructed Shayna stamped her foot "I'm not joking he's my father he killed my mother!" The man raised his eyebrows.
"Shayna?" he asked softly She nodded gravely. "You're alive! But he said ..." He looked at the ground then quickly at her. "I am Professor Severus Snape. If you wish to hide from your father you will need my help.
Severus had been one of shayna's closest friends ever since. he got her on the P.D.W. list. he saw that she was clothed fed and enrolled in Hogwarts.
Shayna had discovered a talent of her's the moment she arrived at Hogwarts. She was very good at breaking rules. It was so easy, and so much fun. Merlin only knows how she was named prefect, probably Severus. But Shayna was in detention more often then anyone in her year, except maybe the Wheasly twins.
Shayna lie on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling. A week and a half left to August. Just 10 days and she would be free again. She hated living with the Krums. tap tap. True they had never shut her in a closet, but there were other things. Mr.. Krum would always bark at every one. he would say time and time again that Shayna didn't do enough house work, and that no one else should work if Shayna could do it. tap tap. Mrs.. Krum didn't over work Shayna, but she over preached. All she ever heard from her was about the gospel of Christ. She was obsessed. Every day she would show every one a new truth she's learned while studying the scriptures. tap tap. Even little Emily had a tendency to paint her body with Shayna's make-up. tap tap.
"What is that tapping?!" she demanded of no one Out side was the Malfoy's eagle owl with a letter tied to it's leg. Shayna let it in and quickly unrolled it
Dear Shayna,
Me, Jes, Alana, and Selphie'll be up in Diagon Ally next week thru. and fri. Will you be there? Meet us in the Leaky Cauldron at 10 am. Send back with Maxfeild.
luv ya,
Amber Malfoy
Waiting for Freedom
There was a period of time after her father killed her mother the Shayna would never remember in full. All she knew for certain was that she was running, convinced if she stayed still from to long he would come. She begged food from where she thought they would give, and ate from trash cans when no one felt pity. She also knew that in the long nights of bitter winter Shayna would strain her mind. Searching for any memory from the time before she arrived in Africa. But all she saw was a flash of green, what good could that be?
She would have most likely died on Aug. 23 five years ago if things hadn't worked out as well as they did. Shayna had gotten all the way to England by now. She hadn't eaten in so many days. The empty pain hung in her stomach everywhere she went. Wandering down t he streets of London she looked for a place to eat. Experience had taught her little places were better. And so she stumbled into a grubby little pub called the Leaky Cauldron.
For such a small place it was very full. Every one there would have seemed to be dressed very strange to Shayna, but she had been too tired to notice. She dragged herself up to the counter with her last ounce of strength. "Mister" she asked feebly "do you have some scraps I could have? I haven't eaten in an awful long time. "Sure I do" he said kindly
The old man behind the counter walked to the back and returned a moment latter with a plate of bread, a pork chop, and a glass of some orange drink. Shayna dug into it as fast as she could. There is nothing better the the feeling of food in an eight days empty stomach. "hungry are you?" asked a voice next to her.
She turned to see a tall thin man with greasy black hair and a hooked nose. He smiled at her as though she were amusing. Shayna nodded and the man laughed. "Can I ask why you're dressed like a muggle?" he asked her
Shayna immediately dropped her juice spilling it every where and jumped back. Fear ripped at her 10 year old heart. She had heard that word once before, a little snake said it. "What?" the man asked in confusion "You ... you say words the snake said" she shuddered quietly
The dark man looked at her blankly "the snake" "Yes" she whispered "you talk like the snake so you must be his follower." "Who's follower? Girl you are not making sense!" he called "My father" she explained "he ... he said muggle. He said they were bad and that he had killed a lot of them." "What's your father's name?" the man asked intrigued now
"Voldemort" she said it softly but as it escaped her tongue the whole of the pub went quiet. Women were staring at her with fear struck eyes. The tall man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room. "Never joke about the dark lord child!" he instructed Shayna stamped her foot "I'm not joking he's my father he killed my mother!" The man raised his eyebrows.
"Shayna?" he asked softly She nodded gravely. "You're alive! But he said ..." He looked at the ground then quickly at her. "I am Professor Severus Snape. If you wish to hide from your father you will need my help.
Severus had been one of shayna's closest friends ever since. he got her on the P.D.W. list. he saw that she was clothed fed and enrolled in Hogwarts.
Shayna had discovered a talent of her's the moment she arrived at Hogwarts. She was very good at breaking rules. It was so easy, and so much fun. Merlin only knows how she was named prefect, probably Severus. But Shayna was in detention more often then anyone in her year, except maybe the Wheasly twins.
Shayna lie on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling. A week and a half left to August. Just 10 days and she would be free again. She hated living with the Krums. tap tap. True they had never shut her in a closet, but there were other things. Mr.. Krum would always bark at every one. he would say time and time again that Shayna didn't do enough house work, and that no one else should work if Shayna could do it. tap tap. Mrs.. Krum didn't over work Shayna, but she over preached. All she ever heard from her was about the gospel of Christ. She was obsessed. Every day she would show every one a new truth she's learned while studying the scriptures. tap tap. Even little Emily had a tendency to paint her body with Shayna's make-up. tap tap.
"What is that tapping?!" she demanded of no one Out side was the Malfoy's eagle owl with a letter tied to it's leg. Shayna let it in and quickly unrolled it
Dear Shayna,
Me, Jes, Alana, and Selphie'll be up in Diagon Ally next week thru. and fri. Will you be there? Meet us in the Leaky Cauldron at 10 am. Send back with Maxfeild.
luv ya,
Amber Malfoy
