Disclaimer: Nothing's mine accept Yelena Snape, Agatha Wicket, and the
Elephant. This is Chapter Three.duh, genius.
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I lay in bed till morning, staring at the ceiling. I never wanted to come here! I hate it here! Where did Uncle keep that poison? Maybe if he was dead, I didn't have to stay here. After all, I am nineteen. I don't need anyone to take care of me. Especially not my uncle!
Out the small window, I saw the sun had already made its way into the sky.
Shit! I'm late!
I jumped out of bed and changed into some black robes. I ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth. I didn't have time to even brush my hair, which was tangled and sticking up all over the place.
"Nice nose you got there." The mirror commented smugly. "Shut up." I snarled, pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. As I ran out, I heard the mirror shout, "Brush your hair!"
Rude mirror! I made a mental note to myself to remove its ability to speak once I had the time. Talking mirrors annoyed me. I never had a nice one yet, in all my nineteen years! They just tell you the truth about people's looks, and my looks were horrible. I had never been attractive. Boys seemed to agree. I found it hard to find someone pretty when they have raven black hair that never stays in place, a large nose, a round belly, and dark circles under their eyes.
I have been rejected many times in life. By girls and boys and my uncle. When I still attended Hogwarts as a student, Uncle always made his point clear that I made the wrong potion or that I had done something wrong, even when I did the same thing as everyone else.
I'm a disgrace. I bring shame to my family, or whatever's left of them.
Turning a corner, I heard a loud trumpeting sound coming from the wall. Turning to look, I saw the little portrait of the elephant. It was facing me and trumpeting like mad. Somehow, the flowers had fallen off his back and he couldn't get them back.
It was a rather cute sight; a tiny purple elephant picking up flowers with its trunk, only to drop them again. The elephant stomped his foot angrily, causing the frame to shake. He fell over onto his side as I laughed gleefully. "You're a silly one." I commented as he rose to his feet, forgetting about the flowers. With a yawn, his eyes drooped shut and he leaned against a side of the portrait.
I realized he was asleep when he started to snore. Giggling, I continued down the hallway.
I had always loved animals. My parents bought me present when I started Hogwarts. A tiny gray kitten. Maurice- that's what I named him -was my best friend. He was always there for me. Even though he couldn't deliver letters, he was still very useful. He'd be there when I needed him and would come when I called. He'd always sleep on the pillow beside my head.
But he too is dead. In my seventh year, he sat on his usual perch- the window by my bed - casually licking his paws. Since I had a rebellious attitude and didn't act like the rest of the girls, I hadn't many friends. Actually, many people hated me with a passion, just because I was being myself.
So back to Maurice- I still can't say his name without crying -. I was studying for my potions exam when some girls thought it would be funny if they threw things at my cat. At first it was small things; buttons, hairpins, etc. But one of the girls leapt onto my bed, grabbed the book out of my hands and chucked it at Maurice! I shouted at him to come down from the window, but it was too late. The book hit him with full force. He was always a small cat; the book knocked him right off the window, sending him falling into the lake.
I was frantic; I ran from the castle and jumped into the ice-cold lake. I knew Maurice didn't know how to swim. I almost drowned myself looking for him. One of the teachers got me out. I don't remember who.
I remember when it happened. I couldn't stop crying. Uncle kicked me out of his class saying I was disturbing the other students. He didn't even care! But at least I didn't have to sit in his class for an hour listening to him go on and on about boring potion shit and taking points off from just about everyone who made a noise louder than breathing.
I arrived at the large wooden doors crying at more bad memories Hogwarts had brought back to me. What would happen when I went into the Great Hall? Would people stare at me? Would they laugh? I didn't know what they would do.
The only thing to do is try.
So I pushed the doors open, holding my breath. To my surprise, no one even noticed I had come in. Not even Uncle. They were all eating their breakfast and talking. I jogged across to the staff table and took my seat next to my uncle. Either he didn't notice me or he chose to ignore me. He was neither eating nor talking.
He was staring with those horrible dark eyes of his that see right through you.
I ate slowly so that most of the students were gone by the time I had finished. But Uncle chose to remain, watching me, making sure I wouldn't misbehave again.
Did I mention that I hate him?
Of course.
I hate him.
"Get up." He snarled at me. "You'll be late." Late for what? Late for having to sit beside him the whole day? Late for watching him torture his class? Late for being bored?
When I got to the potions room, I was late for all of the above.
At first I couldn't go into the room. I couldn't go into the very room where my parents were killed. I couldn't stay there the entire day! I would surely die. I would rather have had to live with my uncle forever than to go into the potions room.
Students pushed past me as I stared blankly at them. I heard them laugh and whisper.
'What's she supposed to teach? Weird Ed.?'
'See that girl? She's such a freak!'
And so on.
But finally, their laughs got to me. They were right. I was a freak. I was afraid of going into a room, for god's sake! I didn't want to go in, but I had to prove them wrong. Slowly, I went inside, dreading every bit of it.
Once Uncle saw me, he pointed to a desk and smirked. "You'll be staying here." He said. "Don't touch anything or do anything unless asked."
I rolled my eyes. Keeping me here like a trapped animal! The nerve of him! I'll get him back one day. Once I started thinking straight.
The classes were extremely boring. All I did was sit there while Uncle took points from Griffyndor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Never Slytherin. The only time he ever took points from Slytherin was when he was taking points from me. During the Slytherin/Griffyndor double potions, I saw conflict among the students.
On my eleventh day of 'teaching', the fifth years had become a problem.
This ugly blonde guy, Malfoy, I think, kept calling some girl a mudblood, causing the Griffyndors to shout and protest at him. One Griffyndor, Longbottom, tried to curse Malfoy, but ended up hitting Uncle with wingardium leviosa instead of hitting Malfoy with the body bind.
Uncle flew across the room and into a bookcase, which toppled over onto him. I couldn't help but laugh. Everyone else was silent. Longbottom looked like he was going to vomit.
When Uncle got up, he had a look of pure hatred and anger on his face that even I was afraid of. "Longbottom." He said, making the poor kid jump out of his seat. "Detention." He hung his head in shame as he sank back down into his chair. "And 100 points from Griffyndor. I never want something like this to happen. Ever."
What? 100 points! And he didn't even take anything off from Slytherin. I blew up. I stood up so quickly that my seat toppled over backwards. I stormed over to my Uncle, fuming.
"One hundred points?" I screamed as the room went silent. "That's not fair! You could ask anyone and they'd tell you Malfoy was calling someone a mudblood!" A Griffyndor girl with thick brown hair looked up at me, smiling. "If you ask me, Longbottom did what I would have done. He's just got bad aim! If anyone gets detention, it should be Malfoy. You know he's always starting trouble."
I saw Malfoy looking very smug indeed as he whispered to his friends. Neville, even though he was still upset, was grinning. "You've never taken even half a point from your own house! I was a Slytherin and I'm defending the whole class of Griffyndors! So.does the punishment still stand? Or will you make some changes?"
I have to admit, I could've been more persuasive. Students were whispering about me but I didn't care. My eyes were locked on Uncle's. After what seemed like years, he responded.
"I do not accept inappropriate behavior from my class or even the young and stupid teacher who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut!" I stared at him. How dare he insult me! Anger surged through my body. "Get out of my class and do not come back until you have permission from me." He spat at me. I saw Malfoy's grin widen.
My eyes surveyed over the students and my Uncle. "Get out." He repeated. It was so embarrassing! Everyone was staring at me. Before anyone could see me cry, I turned on my heel and ran from the class. "See me after class for your detention." I heard Uncle say to Longbottom on my way out.
I tore down the hallways, trying not to crash into walls as I turned. How dare him!
I want to die! I hate it here! I hate my uncle, I hate all those little bastards, I hate that smart-mouthed prefect, I hate Hogwarts, and I hate myself!
The only thing I didn't hate was the purple little elephant, who was probably still trying to pick up its flowers.
When I got to my room, I unlocked the door and ran to the bathroom. I looked through all the cupboards and drawers for what I needed, throwing everything else to the floor.
"What's your hurry?" The mirror asked. "Looking for a brush, I hope." Angry, frustrated and upset, I ripped the mirror off the wall and threw it on the ground. It shattered, spraying the room with bits of glass. Finally.I had found what I needed.
I bent down and picked up the largest piece of glass I could find.
This was it. I hate it here. I want to leave forever. Nobody will make me come back! I'll be with my parents and Maurice.
I took the glass in my right hand, turned my left wrist face up, and cut a neat 'X' into my flesh. The blood came so suddenly I almost dropped the glass. I took the glass in my left hand, which was trembling, and made an 'X' on my right wrist.
I watched the blood flow down my wrists, staining my robes. It was a river. In seconds, a puddle had started. As I stared at it, my vision started to blur. Me legs gave way and I slid down the wall onto the floor. I sat in a puddle of my own blood, still staring at my wrists.
I'll be with you soon.
I thought of my parents. They'd be so happy to see me. I miss them so much.
Oops. I forgot to close my door.
But I was too weak to get up and close it. After an eternity of sitting here waiting for death, consciousness left me. As I fell to the floor, blood splashing on my face, I was smiling.
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I lay in bed till morning, staring at the ceiling. I never wanted to come here! I hate it here! Where did Uncle keep that poison? Maybe if he was dead, I didn't have to stay here. After all, I am nineteen. I don't need anyone to take care of me. Especially not my uncle!
Out the small window, I saw the sun had already made its way into the sky.
Shit! I'm late!
I jumped out of bed and changed into some black robes. I ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth. I didn't have time to even brush my hair, which was tangled and sticking up all over the place.
"Nice nose you got there." The mirror commented smugly. "Shut up." I snarled, pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. As I ran out, I heard the mirror shout, "Brush your hair!"
Rude mirror! I made a mental note to myself to remove its ability to speak once I had the time. Talking mirrors annoyed me. I never had a nice one yet, in all my nineteen years! They just tell you the truth about people's looks, and my looks were horrible. I had never been attractive. Boys seemed to agree. I found it hard to find someone pretty when they have raven black hair that never stays in place, a large nose, a round belly, and dark circles under their eyes.
I have been rejected many times in life. By girls and boys and my uncle. When I still attended Hogwarts as a student, Uncle always made his point clear that I made the wrong potion or that I had done something wrong, even when I did the same thing as everyone else.
I'm a disgrace. I bring shame to my family, or whatever's left of them.
Turning a corner, I heard a loud trumpeting sound coming from the wall. Turning to look, I saw the little portrait of the elephant. It was facing me and trumpeting like mad. Somehow, the flowers had fallen off his back and he couldn't get them back.
It was a rather cute sight; a tiny purple elephant picking up flowers with its trunk, only to drop them again. The elephant stomped his foot angrily, causing the frame to shake. He fell over onto his side as I laughed gleefully. "You're a silly one." I commented as he rose to his feet, forgetting about the flowers. With a yawn, his eyes drooped shut and he leaned against a side of the portrait.
I realized he was asleep when he started to snore. Giggling, I continued down the hallway.
I had always loved animals. My parents bought me present when I started Hogwarts. A tiny gray kitten. Maurice- that's what I named him -was my best friend. He was always there for me. Even though he couldn't deliver letters, he was still very useful. He'd be there when I needed him and would come when I called. He'd always sleep on the pillow beside my head.
But he too is dead. In my seventh year, he sat on his usual perch- the window by my bed - casually licking his paws. Since I had a rebellious attitude and didn't act like the rest of the girls, I hadn't many friends. Actually, many people hated me with a passion, just because I was being myself.
So back to Maurice- I still can't say his name without crying -. I was studying for my potions exam when some girls thought it would be funny if they threw things at my cat. At first it was small things; buttons, hairpins, etc. But one of the girls leapt onto my bed, grabbed the book out of my hands and chucked it at Maurice! I shouted at him to come down from the window, but it was too late. The book hit him with full force. He was always a small cat; the book knocked him right off the window, sending him falling into the lake.
I was frantic; I ran from the castle and jumped into the ice-cold lake. I knew Maurice didn't know how to swim. I almost drowned myself looking for him. One of the teachers got me out. I don't remember who.
I remember when it happened. I couldn't stop crying. Uncle kicked me out of his class saying I was disturbing the other students. He didn't even care! But at least I didn't have to sit in his class for an hour listening to him go on and on about boring potion shit and taking points off from just about everyone who made a noise louder than breathing.
I arrived at the large wooden doors crying at more bad memories Hogwarts had brought back to me. What would happen when I went into the Great Hall? Would people stare at me? Would they laugh? I didn't know what they would do.
The only thing to do is try.
So I pushed the doors open, holding my breath. To my surprise, no one even noticed I had come in. Not even Uncle. They were all eating their breakfast and talking. I jogged across to the staff table and took my seat next to my uncle. Either he didn't notice me or he chose to ignore me. He was neither eating nor talking.
He was staring with those horrible dark eyes of his that see right through you.
I ate slowly so that most of the students were gone by the time I had finished. But Uncle chose to remain, watching me, making sure I wouldn't misbehave again.
Did I mention that I hate him?
Of course.
I hate him.
"Get up." He snarled at me. "You'll be late." Late for what? Late for having to sit beside him the whole day? Late for watching him torture his class? Late for being bored?
When I got to the potions room, I was late for all of the above.
At first I couldn't go into the room. I couldn't go into the very room where my parents were killed. I couldn't stay there the entire day! I would surely die. I would rather have had to live with my uncle forever than to go into the potions room.
Students pushed past me as I stared blankly at them. I heard them laugh and whisper.
'What's she supposed to teach? Weird Ed.?'
'See that girl? She's such a freak!'
And so on.
But finally, their laughs got to me. They were right. I was a freak. I was afraid of going into a room, for god's sake! I didn't want to go in, but I had to prove them wrong. Slowly, I went inside, dreading every bit of it.
Once Uncle saw me, he pointed to a desk and smirked. "You'll be staying here." He said. "Don't touch anything or do anything unless asked."
I rolled my eyes. Keeping me here like a trapped animal! The nerve of him! I'll get him back one day. Once I started thinking straight.
The classes were extremely boring. All I did was sit there while Uncle took points from Griffyndor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Never Slytherin. The only time he ever took points from Slytherin was when he was taking points from me. During the Slytherin/Griffyndor double potions, I saw conflict among the students.
On my eleventh day of 'teaching', the fifth years had become a problem.
This ugly blonde guy, Malfoy, I think, kept calling some girl a mudblood, causing the Griffyndors to shout and protest at him. One Griffyndor, Longbottom, tried to curse Malfoy, but ended up hitting Uncle with wingardium leviosa instead of hitting Malfoy with the body bind.
Uncle flew across the room and into a bookcase, which toppled over onto him. I couldn't help but laugh. Everyone else was silent. Longbottom looked like he was going to vomit.
When Uncle got up, he had a look of pure hatred and anger on his face that even I was afraid of. "Longbottom." He said, making the poor kid jump out of his seat. "Detention." He hung his head in shame as he sank back down into his chair. "And 100 points from Griffyndor. I never want something like this to happen. Ever."
What? 100 points! And he didn't even take anything off from Slytherin. I blew up. I stood up so quickly that my seat toppled over backwards. I stormed over to my Uncle, fuming.
"One hundred points?" I screamed as the room went silent. "That's not fair! You could ask anyone and they'd tell you Malfoy was calling someone a mudblood!" A Griffyndor girl with thick brown hair looked up at me, smiling. "If you ask me, Longbottom did what I would have done. He's just got bad aim! If anyone gets detention, it should be Malfoy. You know he's always starting trouble."
I saw Malfoy looking very smug indeed as he whispered to his friends. Neville, even though he was still upset, was grinning. "You've never taken even half a point from your own house! I was a Slytherin and I'm defending the whole class of Griffyndors! So.does the punishment still stand? Or will you make some changes?"
I have to admit, I could've been more persuasive. Students were whispering about me but I didn't care. My eyes were locked on Uncle's. After what seemed like years, he responded.
"I do not accept inappropriate behavior from my class or even the young and stupid teacher who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut!" I stared at him. How dare he insult me! Anger surged through my body. "Get out of my class and do not come back until you have permission from me." He spat at me. I saw Malfoy's grin widen.
My eyes surveyed over the students and my Uncle. "Get out." He repeated. It was so embarrassing! Everyone was staring at me. Before anyone could see me cry, I turned on my heel and ran from the class. "See me after class for your detention." I heard Uncle say to Longbottom on my way out.
I tore down the hallways, trying not to crash into walls as I turned. How dare him!
I want to die! I hate it here! I hate my uncle, I hate all those little bastards, I hate that smart-mouthed prefect, I hate Hogwarts, and I hate myself!
The only thing I didn't hate was the purple little elephant, who was probably still trying to pick up its flowers.
When I got to my room, I unlocked the door and ran to the bathroom. I looked through all the cupboards and drawers for what I needed, throwing everything else to the floor.
"What's your hurry?" The mirror asked. "Looking for a brush, I hope." Angry, frustrated and upset, I ripped the mirror off the wall and threw it on the ground. It shattered, spraying the room with bits of glass. Finally.I had found what I needed.
I bent down and picked up the largest piece of glass I could find.
This was it. I hate it here. I want to leave forever. Nobody will make me come back! I'll be with my parents and Maurice.
I took the glass in my right hand, turned my left wrist face up, and cut a neat 'X' into my flesh. The blood came so suddenly I almost dropped the glass. I took the glass in my left hand, which was trembling, and made an 'X' on my right wrist.
I watched the blood flow down my wrists, staining my robes. It was a river. In seconds, a puddle had started. As I stared at it, my vision started to blur. Me legs gave way and I slid down the wall onto the floor. I sat in a puddle of my own blood, still staring at my wrists.
I'll be with you soon.
I thought of my parents. They'd be so happy to see me. I miss them so much.
Oops. I forgot to close my door.
But I was too weak to get up and close it. After an eternity of sitting here waiting for death, consciousness left me. As I fell to the floor, blood splashing on my face, I was smiling.
