THEY'RE ONLY 30 YEARS APART....
Chapter Three - More crazier thoughts
I still didn't succeed raising the money to buy the rights, so I still do not own the rights..
And I'm not that weak that I'm gonna delete my flames! Hmpf. And Megan is in Ravenclaw, sorry for that, I was a little bit confused with another story... Thanks for telling me, I've fixed it already.
And a Merry Christmas!
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It was 6 O clock, morning. Megan was sitting on the table in the Great Hall. She stared, stared to the door. When the door opened Megan hopefully looked up. It was Dumbledore. He walked towards her. "Good morning, Megan," he said.
"Morning Professor."
"Why are you sitting here alone so early?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I came here."
"Do you think you can sleep here?"
Megan laughed. "No, of course not. But I couldn't stand the hearing of all those people who were sleeping."
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
Megan kept silence and just stared at the door.
"I don't know. I kept thinking about..."
"You don't have to tell me. Just know that Madame Pomfrey has got sleep draughts."
Megan nodded. "Why are you so early awake?" Megan asked.
"I couldn't sleep too."
"Oh. Okay." She didn't dare to ask why he couldn't sleep.
Dumbledore walked away, and Megan still stared at the door. Time went by, and more and more people were coming into the Hall. Chris came in, and started to talk about her high intellectual dream she had this night. Megan didn't listen. When a delicious meal appeared, she couldn't hold it anymore.
"Where's Snape?" she asked to Chris.
"Bla.. What? I don't know! Why do you ask?" Chris asked astonished.
"He isn't here. Where is he then? Doesn't he has to eat?"
"Maybe he has eaten earlier.. Or maybe he has to do something very important. I don't know. I don't care. Do you?"
Megan muttered something, and quickly changed subject. Megan didn't eat; she didn't feel hungry at all.
The DaDa lesson was great. Megan's thoughts were led to dangerous places, illegal curses and creepy animals. Dumbledore seemed to have a lot of experience with all this. He hadn't give any homework, so everybody was very happy. But Megan's smile faded when she thought about the next lesson. Potions. With a bad feeling she walked in, and got her ingredients and books.
"Your work." Snape said. Megan rushed to get it, but couldn't find it. She nudged her table, and her inkwell fell on the ground. The ink was all over the floor. She gave herself a clap in her face. Why was she acting so clumpy? With a simple spell Chris cleaned the ink. Too bad she can't clean my mind, Megan thought.
"Well, where is it?" Snape asked impatiently.
Megan stopped searching. It wasn't here. It was gone. But she was sure she had brought it with her this morning. Maybe she had lost it on her way.
"I can't find it.."
"What do you mean you can't find it? Are you just lazy, or are you trying me out?"
"No, Professor, really-"
"In that case, you've underrated me. First you screw up a potion, then I find you in the far other part of the castle, and now you haven't done what I told you to? What the hell do you think? That you're better than the rest? That you can do what you want?" His voice was calm, but very cold, and Megan would have liked it more if he would just yell to her.
"I really have done it, Chris saw me doing!"
Chris nodded. "That's right Professor-"
"Did I ask you?" Snape cut her off.
"Come to me after the lesson, then I'll give you a bunch of imposition. Oh, and another 20 points from Ravenclaw, of course."
"Another 20 points?? But it's my fault, you can't punish Ravenclaw for that!" Megan shouted.
Everything fell silence. Nobody in the class was breathing anymore. Megan wanted somebody to laugh, to break this painful silence. She could see Snape thinking of a very mean plan. 100 more points from Ravenclaw. Cleaning the whole castle and it's terrain. Maybe he would curse her.
Snape opened his mouth to say something, but he seemed to change it's mind, so he closed it.
"You there, what was the objective of the potion yesterday?" he asked to a boy instead. Everybody was astonished. No punishment? No threats? Not even telling her to shut up? But Megan was more surprised than all the others. She wanted to say something, thank him, protest. But there was only some brambling. Then suddenly everybody realized Snape had just asked a question. The boy which he asked realized that too.
"Er, right. Curing headache?"
"No, stupid."
"Erm.."
"It was an example of the simplest potion ever."
The lesson went on, but again, Megan's thoughts weren't with it. There had to be a simple explanation about this. Must be. Maybe he was going to take 100 points from Ravenclaw after the lesson. The end of the lesson was closing, and Megan was becoming more and more nervous. Then the bell rang. Megan didn't pack in her stuff, she was pretty sure she had to stay. Chris wished her good luck, and Megan tried to smile. When all the kids were gone, Snape walked to her, but didn't look her in her eyes.
"Go. But if you talk about this, I'll make you feel sorry. Leave now."
Megan didn't understand it.
"No," she said. "Not until you tell me why."
Snape looked even paler than before. "I told you to leave. Not to ask questions. You must be glad I don't punish you."
Megan looked at him, full of unbelief, but then nodded, packed her books and looked back at Snape. He was staring at the ground, pondering. Then Megan ran off. Strange, very strange. She'd better ask Harry, he might know some more about it. After the lessons she quickly ran off. To avoid questions, and to find Harry. She found him in the library.
"Hey, Harry, are you busy?"
"No, not really. Why?"
Megan decided to come to business straight away. She told him what happened this day, and what happened before. Harry's eyes grow big when she told him about Snape leaving her the class without any punishment. "He just let you go? He really did that?"
Megan nodded.
"Strange..."
"Please don't tell anyone else about it!"
Time flew by. During those days Megan discovered she had mixed feelings. Snape made her feel scared, he always had to pick her, she could do nothing good. Maybe it was a pay-back from her second day. On the other side she didn't know what she felt. Well, she knew what she felt, but she didn't want to admit it. It couldn't be possible. Never. In not even thousand years. But it became clearer and clearer. And worse. First she didn't dare to look at him. Then she couldn't even speak to him. Now every time he was around her, she dropped everything, had to cough, and had to go to the toilet. One day, when they were working on a potion and Snape suddenly stand before her, she was frightened to death, and threw her potion up. It landed on Chris' arm, and ugly sores and wounds appeared.
This is nuts, Megan thought. I'm in love with a teacher. This must stop. But what could she do? One thing was sure: She wouldn't tell anybody else about it. They would laugh, make fun of her. Even Chris wouldn't understand her. Megan didn't understand it too. Why?
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Hm, this was shorter than the others, but don't sue me. I just wanted to save "the confession" for the next part. That will be the title of the next chapter. I'm starting with it straight away. And don't forget to review!!
Chapter Three - More crazier thoughts
I still didn't succeed raising the money to buy the rights, so I still do not own the rights..
And I'm not that weak that I'm gonna delete my flames! Hmpf. And Megan is in Ravenclaw, sorry for that, I was a little bit confused with another story... Thanks for telling me, I've fixed it already.
And a Merry Christmas!
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It was 6 O clock, morning. Megan was sitting on the table in the Great Hall. She stared, stared to the door. When the door opened Megan hopefully looked up. It was Dumbledore. He walked towards her. "Good morning, Megan," he said.
"Morning Professor."
"Why are you sitting here alone so early?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I came here."
"Do you think you can sleep here?"
Megan laughed. "No, of course not. But I couldn't stand the hearing of all those people who were sleeping."
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
Megan kept silence and just stared at the door.
"I don't know. I kept thinking about..."
"You don't have to tell me. Just know that Madame Pomfrey has got sleep draughts."
Megan nodded. "Why are you so early awake?" Megan asked.
"I couldn't sleep too."
"Oh. Okay." She didn't dare to ask why he couldn't sleep.
Dumbledore walked away, and Megan still stared at the door. Time went by, and more and more people were coming into the Hall. Chris came in, and started to talk about her high intellectual dream she had this night. Megan didn't listen. When a delicious meal appeared, she couldn't hold it anymore.
"Where's Snape?" she asked to Chris.
"Bla.. What? I don't know! Why do you ask?" Chris asked astonished.
"He isn't here. Where is he then? Doesn't he has to eat?"
"Maybe he has eaten earlier.. Or maybe he has to do something very important. I don't know. I don't care. Do you?"
Megan muttered something, and quickly changed subject. Megan didn't eat; she didn't feel hungry at all.
The DaDa lesson was great. Megan's thoughts were led to dangerous places, illegal curses and creepy animals. Dumbledore seemed to have a lot of experience with all this. He hadn't give any homework, so everybody was very happy. But Megan's smile faded when she thought about the next lesson. Potions. With a bad feeling she walked in, and got her ingredients and books.
"Your work." Snape said. Megan rushed to get it, but couldn't find it. She nudged her table, and her inkwell fell on the ground. The ink was all over the floor. She gave herself a clap in her face. Why was she acting so clumpy? With a simple spell Chris cleaned the ink. Too bad she can't clean my mind, Megan thought.
"Well, where is it?" Snape asked impatiently.
Megan stopped searching. It wasn't here. It was gone. But she was sure she had brought it with her this morning. Maybe she had lost it on her way.
"I can't find it.."
"What do you mean you can't find it? Are you just lazy, or are you trying me out?"
"No, Professor, really-"
"In that case, you've underrated me. First you screw up a potion, then I find you in the far other part of the castle, and now you haven't done what I told you to? What the hell do you think? That you're better than the rest? That you can do what you want?" His voice was calm, but very cold, and Megan would have liked it more if he would just yell to her.
"I really have done it, Chris saw me doing!"
Chris nodded. "That's right Professor-"
"Did I ask you?" Snape cut her off.
"Come to me after the lesson, then I'll give you a bunch of imposition. Oh, and another 20 points from Ravenclaw, of course."
"Another 20 points?? But it's my fault, you can't punish Ravenclaw for that!" Megan shouted.
Everything fell silence. Nobody in the class was breathing anymore. Megan wanted somebody to laugh, to break this painful silence. She could see Snape thinking of a very mean plan. 100 more points from Ravenclaw. Cleaning the whole castle and it's terrain. Maybe he would curse her.
Snape opened his mouth to say something, but he seemed to change it's mind, so he closed it.
"You there, what was the objective of the potion yesterday?" he asked to a boy instead. Everybody was astonished. No punishment? No threats? Not even telling her to shut up? But Megan was more surprised than all the others. She wanted to say something, thank him, protest. But there was only some brambling. Then suddenly everybody realized Snape had just asked a question. The boy which he asked realized that too.
"Er, right. Curing headache?"
"No, stupid."
"Erm.."
"It was an example of the simplest potion ever."
The lesson went on, but again, Megan's thoughts weren't with it. There had to be a simple explanation about this. Must be. Maybe he was going to take 100 points from Ravenclaw after the lesson. The end of the lesson was closing, and Megan was becoming more and more nervous. Then the bell rang. Megan didn't pack in her stuff, she was pretty sure she had to stay. Chris wished her good luck, and Megan tried to smile. When all the kids were gone, Snape walked to her, but didn't look her in her eyes.
"Go. But if you talk about this, I'll make you feel sorry. Leave now."
Megan didn't understand it.
"No," she said. "Not until you tell me why."
Snape looked even paler than before. "I told you to leave. Not to ask questions. You must be glad I don't punish you."
Megan looked at him, full of unbelief, but then nodded, packed her books and looked back at Snape. He was staring at the ground, pondering. Then Megan ran off. Strange, very strange. She'd better ask Harry, he might know some more about it. After the lessons she quickly ran off. To avoid questions, and to find Harry. She found him in the library.
"Hey, Harry, are you busy?"
"No, not really. Why?"
Megan decided to come to business straight away. She told him what happened this day, and what happened before. Harry's eyes grow big when she told him about Snape leaving her the class without any punishment. "He just let you go? He really did that?"
Megan nodded.
"Strange..."
"Please don't tell anyone else about it!"
Time flew by. During those days Megan discovered she had mixed feelings. Snape made her feel scared, he always had to pick her, she could do nothing good. Maybe it was a pay-back from her second day. On the other side she didn't know what she felt. Well, she knew what she felt, but she didn't want to admit it. It couldn't be possible. Never. In not even thousand years. But it became clearer and clearer. And worse. First she didn't dare to look at him. Then she couldn't even speak to him. Now every time he was around her, she dropped everything, had to cough, and had to go to the toilet. One day, when they were working on a potion and Snape suddenly stand before her, she was frightened to death, and threw her potion up. It landed on Chris' arm, and ugly sores and wounds appeared.
This is nuts, Megan thought. I'm in love with a teacher. This must stop. But what could she do? One thing was sure: She wouldn't tell anybody else about it. They would laugh, make fun of her. Even Chris wouldn't understand her. Megan didn't understand it too. Why?
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Hm, this was shorter than the others, but don't sue me. I just wanted to save "the confession" for the next part. That will be the title of the next chapter. I'm starting with it straight away. And don't forget to review!!
