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I was right. It wasn't fun.
I had to always have someone with me to make sure I didn't try to kill myself again. It was normally, to my misfortune, Uncle. He was as bitter as ever, but he never spoke to me. I don't know what was up with him, but he never took unnecessary points from Griffyndor or any other houses, yet he never took points from his own.
Many things were taken from my room so I could have some privacy. I was locked in at night with a spell that can only be broken by whoever casts it. I couldn't take it! They're locking me up like I was an animal! No matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to break the spell.
Professor McGonnogall still wasn't back. A shiver would run up my spine whenever I saw her empty seat at the staff table. I've heard rumors saying Transfiguration classes would be cancelled, but I didn't believe rumors.
Late at night, I'd lie awake in bed thinking about my suicide attempt.
Why did I do it? Do I really want to die?
Elephant would always sleep practically on top of my head, but I didn't mind; it was good to know someone loved you.
I never had much to do, so I decided to start a diary. I pulled out a boring book from the shelf and cast a spell to clear it's pages. I took my quill and started writing.
Dear Diary,
I'm so depressed and bored out of my mind. I don't know what's happening. I'm afraid about the Mind-Lock curse. Whoever put it on McGonnogall must've done it for a reason. Maybe they want to destroy Hogwarts, but have to kill all the teachers first. I hope they curse Uncle next. Ha ha…he doesn't deserve to live. But then again, neither do I. No matter how much I try to deny it, we are alike in more ways than I'd like. Our hair, our noses, even our big feet and pale skin are the same! I still hate him, even though he visited me. But he didn't care about me really. He would just look bad if he hadn't visited. Elephant is sleeping on top of my head, so I'd better not move. It makes me wonder. Who gave me Elephant? Who would? I guess Pomfrey just found him and decided to give him to me so I wouldn't be lonely. Next time I'm alone and outside my room, I'll find a better way to kill myself so no one will find me. Maybe I'd fly a few miles away from the castle and then dive down to the ground. That would be efficient. I could jump off the tower…or maybe I could poison myself. My god! If anyone ever found this I'd be sure to kill them before myself. Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep.
Yelena Snape
I magicked the book back to the shelf, closed the lights, and fell asleep. I dreamt that Maurice was fighting Elephant and McGonnogall was trying to stop them. The elephant from the picture on the wall had jumped out of the frame and grew very large. It trumpeted loudly and hit McGonnogall with its trunk. Maurice and Elephant were both lying on the ground, exhausted. The elephant, satisfied, turned and with one more trumpet, leaped back into his picture.
Someone was shaking me. I kept my eyes closed. Why does someone always have to wake me up early? I'm tired, god damnit! Rolling over, I opened my eyes. Uncle was staring back at me.
I nearly screamed. "What are you doing?" I shouted. "I'm trying to sleep!" Uncle looked at his watch and then back to me. You'll be late for breakfast. I'll be waiting outside." And he left. Cursing, I climbed out from my bed and got dressed. Uncle escorted me to the Great Hall. Elephant was still asleep.
On my way up, I passed the elephant portrait. The elephant was snoring quietly, its flowers back on its back.
Peeves flew by me and threw a spitball at my head. "Peeves, you fucking shit!" I shouted, furious. No one throws something at me without paying the price. I pulled my wand out and ran after the poltergeist, but he had disappeared. "I'll kill you!" I screamed, knowing he was near. I ran away from Uncle, leaving him behind. "Big nose! Big nose! Big nose!" I heard Peeves cackling. "I'll kill you, Peeves!"
I didn't notice someone was behind me when I said the curse. I wasn't even thinking.
"Avada Kedavra!" I shouted. I knew my aim was true after hearing a loud 'thud'. Peeves had fallen.
"Miss Snape!" Someone said firmly. I freaked out. Someone had seen me! Why did I have to do it? I was surely going to be locked up in Azkaban for this. I turned around and nearly screamed.
Dumbledore was standing, wand out, looking furious. "Come with me." He said coldly. I wanted to turn and run away, but something in his eyes made me follow. He led me past a stone gargoyle, which revealed his office. "Sit down." He said. Trembling, I lowered myself into a chair.
"I'm sorry, Professor." I cried. "I didn't mean to! I was angry! I couldn't control it. I didn't know what I was doing!" Dumbledore wasn't listening. He was rummaging through a closet for something. He turned to me, anger replaced by a hint of sadness, holding a picture in his hands. He slammed it down on the desk, still silent.
It was a picture of two wizards; one was short with black hair, and the other was taller, with brown hair and the beginnings of a beard. I was pretty sure it was Dumbledore, but who was the short wizard? "His name is Charles." Dumbledore said, sitting down. "Or at least that's what it used to be." I looked up at Dumbledore. Why was he showing me a picture of him and Charles? What was the point?
"He was my best friend. Captured and tortured many years ago by Lord Voldemort." I winced. "When they found him, he was almost dead. But he survived. He was never the same…" It finally hit me that Dumbledore was talking about Peeves. I did everything I could to stop my jaw from dropping. Surely, I wasn't powerful enough to kill…I hope.
"Professor, I-" "I know you didn't mean it…you surely didn't kill him. But you will be punished for your actions. I shall speak to Fudge about it…I'll let you know tomorrow. You may go." I stood silently and headed for the door. "I'm sorry-" "You may go now." He repeated. Shocked, I ran from Dumbledore's office only to find Uncle waiting for me. He looked just as angry as Dumbledore.
Without saying anything, we made our way to the great hall.
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A/N: Sorry the chapter was so short…the next one will be better, I promise. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
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I was right. It wasn't fun.
I had to always have someone with me to make sure I didn't try to kill myself again. It was normally, to my misfortune, Uncle. He was as bitter as ever, but he never spoke to me. I don't know what was up with him, but he never took unnecessary points from Griffyndor or any other houses, yet he never took points from his own.
Many things were taken from my room so I could have some privacy. I was locked in at night with a spell that can only be broken by whoever casts it. I couldn't take it! They're locking me up like I was an animal! No matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to break the spell.
Professor McGonnogall still wasn't back. A shiver would run up my spine whenever I saw her empty seat at the staff table. I've heard rumors saying Transfiguration classes would be cancelled, but I didn't believe rumors.
Late at night, I'd lie awake in bed thinking about my suicide attempt.
Why did I do it? Do I really want to die?
Elephant would always sleep practically on top of my head, but I didn't mind; it was good to know someone loved you.
I never had much to do, so I decided to start a diary. I pulled out a boring book from the shelf and cast a spell to clear it's pages. I took my quill and started writing.
Dear Diary,
I'm so depressed and bored out of my mind. I don't know what's happening. I'm afraid about the Mind-Lock curse. Whoever put it on McGonnogall must've done it for a reason. Maybe they want to destroy Hogwarts, but have to kill all the teachers first. I hope they curse Uncle next. Ha ha…he doesn't deserve to live. But then again, neither do I. No matter how much I try to deny it, we are alike in more ways than I'd like. Our hair, our noses, even our big feet and pale skin are the same! I still hate him, even though he visited me. But he didn't care about me really. He would just look bad if he hadn't visited. Elephant is sleeping on top of my head, so I'd better not move. It makes me wonder. Who gave me Elephant? Who would? I guess Pomfrey just found him and decided to give him to me so I wouldn't be lonely. Next time I'm alone and outside my room, I'll find a better way to kill myself so no one will find me. Maybe I'd fly a few miles away from the castle and then dive down to the ground. That would be efficient. I could jump off the tower…or maybe I could poison myself. My god! If anyone ever found this I'd be sure to kill them before myself. Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep.
Yelena Snape
I magicked the book back to the shelf, closed the lights, and fell asleep. I dreamt that Maurice was fighting Elephant and McGonnogall was trying to stop them. The elephant from the picture on the wall had jumped out of the frame and grew very large. It trumpeted loudly and hit McGonnogall with its trunk. Maurice and Elephant were both lying on the ground, exhausted. The elephant, satisfied, turned and with one more trumpet, leaped back into his picture.
Someone was shaking me. I kept my eyes closed. Why does someone always have to wake me up early? I'm tired, god damnit! Rolling over, I opened my eyes. Uncle was staring back at me.
I nearly screamed. "What are you doing?" I shouted. "I'm trying to sleep!" Uncle looked at his watch and then back to me. You'll be late for breakfast. I'll be waiting outside." And he left. Cursing, I climbed out from my bed and got dressed. Uncle escorted me to the Great Hall. Elephant was still asleep.
On my way up, I passed the elephant portrait. The elephant was snoring quietly, its flowers back on its back.
Peeves flew by me and threw a spitball at my head. "Peeves, you fucking shit!" I shouted, furious. No one throws something at me without paying the price. I pulled my wand out and ran after the poltergeist, but he had disappeared. "I'll kill you!" I screamed, knowing he was near. I ran away from Uncle, leaving him behind. "Big nose! Big nose! Big nose!" I heard Peeves cackling. "I'll kill you, Peeves!"
I didn't notice someone was behind me when I said the curse. I wasn't even thinking.
"Avada Kedavra!" I shouted. I knew my aim was true after hearing a loud 'thud'. Peeves had fallen.
"Miss Snape!" Someone said firmly. I freaked out. Someone had seen me! Why did I have to do it? I was surely going to be locked up in Azkaban for this. I turned around and nearly screamed.
Dumbledore was standing, wand out, looking furious. "Come with me." He said coldly. I wanted to turn and run away, but something in his eyes made me follow. He led me past a stone gargoyle, which revealed his office. "Sit down." He said. Trembling, I lowered myself into a chair.
"I'm sorry, Professor." I cried. "I didn't mean to! I was angry! I couldn't control it. I didn't know what I was doing!" Dumbledore wasn't listening. He was rummaging through a closet for something. He turned to me, anger replaced by a hint of sadness, holding a picture in his hands. He slammed it down on the desk, still silent.
It was a picture of two wizards; one was short with black hair, and the other was taller, with brown hair and the beginnings of a beard. I was pretty sure it was Dumbledore, but who was the short wizard? "His name is Charles." Dumbledore said, sitting down. "Or at least that's what it used to be." I looked up at Dumbledore. Why was he showing me a picture of him and Charles? What was the point?
"He was my best friend. Captured and tortured many years ago by Lord Voldemort." I winced. "When they found him, he was almost dead. But he survived. He was never the same…" It finally hit me that Dumbledore was talking about Peeves. I did everything I could to stop my jaw from dropping. Surely, I wasn't powerful enough to kill…I hope.
"Professor, I-" "I know you didn't mean it…you surely didn't kill him. But you will be punished for your actions. I shall speak to Fudge about it…I'll let you know tomorrow. You may go." I stood silently and headed for the door. "I'm sorry-" "You may go now." He repeated. Shocked, I ran from Dumbledore's office only to find Uncle waiting for me. He looked just as angry as Dumbledore.
Without saying anything, we made our way to the great hall.
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A/N: Sorry the chapter was so short…the next one will be better, I promise. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
