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Diclaimer: I OWN EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD!!! (except Harry Potter... d'oh!)
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"Harry, your scar."
"Mmm?"
We had fallen asleep on the couch of the common room, and I had awoken to notice something quite out of ordinary.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Just another minute... Ron..."
"Wake up, Potter!" I grouched, shaking him until he made eye contact and realized that I was definitely not Ron. "What's wrong with your scar?"
"Nothing," he yawned.
"Then it normally glows blue?"
"What!?" Harry's hand flew to his forehead, which was damp with sweat. I heard him scream in bitter agony.
"Ohmygoshwhat'swrongHarryyouokay?" My words jumbled together frantically as Harry displayed his hand. The right index finger was throbbing red with--black soot???
"Fire?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "I've heard of hotheaded, but..."
Harry scowled, either from my corny humor or the jolt he'd just experienced. Same thing. "Cassidy!" He yelped; I flinched at hearing the name. "My scar! It's hot! Shit, it's hot!"
"Quit, Harry, you're making my head burn!"
It was then that I noticed that he was staring at my head very, very scarily. "Um, Harry, my bad `do is not a recent development, what's the matter?" I raised my hand to the top of my head and yelped. I had been scorched.
"Cassidy--you're glowing pink."
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I winced in my bed in the infirmary as Madame Pomfrey did a chilling spell to my hot, glowing scalp and matted down hair. She did the same to Harry and, while muttering, exited.
I sat up. "Harry, come here."
"Ouch! No!"
"Now, Harry!"
He reluctantly got up and stumbled over, muttering about this and that bitterly. "I want you to look at my head. What's pink?" He peered over and gaped.
"Harry?" He said nothing.
"Harry?" Again, just a dropped jaw.
"HARRY?" He looked at me, nervous.
"It's--it's a scar, Cassidy."
I gulped. "Harry," I said, so quiet that it was barely audible. "I think we need to find out just what happened to me... and how He killed my parents." Harry nodded solemnly.
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I clutched nervously to the sleeve of Harry's robe as I gently knocked on the Potion's door. "Come in!" a nasy voice called. What if it had been a teacher? Did he talk that way to them, too?
He spotted us as we entered and his face contorted into a sneer. "Yes?"
"Professor," I choked on my words. "You know me."
"Very perceptive, Ms. Collins, but--"
"That's not what you called me before!" I found courage that I didn't think I had as I stepped forward. ~Did I really just say that?~ I thought, and swallowed hard. "You--you called me Cas Emilia."
Snape looked up sharply and he blanched. Literately. He turned a ghastly shade of white and even his dark hair seemed to be shocked.He didn't speak, but I could tell even his thoughts were sputtering.
"You called me Cas Emilia!" I proclaimed once more, my voice rising jaggedly as tears began to stream down my cheeks. Everything was changing, so confusing. Who was I? Where did I come from? What had happened? "You called me Cas Emilia!" I found myself screaming, sobbing hysterically, and I would have fallen to the floor if Harry had not grabbed me, comforting me silently with his presence. "You called me..." My voice died out in a last, desperate cry.
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A/N: Hey, ty for reviews:
Cassandra: sry had 2 change the name, but its working 4 me! Ty verrry much
SamWitch, my fav reviwer: ty for following me along! Glad ya like!
Diclaimer: I OWN EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD!!! (except Harry Potter... d'oh!)
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"Harry, your scar."
"Mmm?"
We had fallen asleep on the couch of the common room, and I had awoken to notice something quite out of ordinary.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Just another minute... Ron..."
"Wake up, Potter!" I grouched, shaking him until he made eye contact and realized that I was definitely not Ron. "What's wrong with your scar?"
"Nothing," he yawned.
"Then it normally glows blue?"
"What!?" Harry's hand flew to his forehead, which was damp with sweat. I heard him scream in bitter agony.
"Ohmygoshwhat'swrongHarryyouokay?" My words jumbled together frantically as Harry displayed his hand. The right index finger was throbbing red with--black soot???
"Fire?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "I've heard of hotheaded, but..."
Harry scowled, either from my corny humor or the jolt he'd just experienced. Same thing. "Cassidy!" He yelped; I flinched at hearing the name. "My scar! It's hot! Shit, it's hot!"
"Quit, Harry, you're making my head burn!"
It was then that I noticed that he was staring at my head very, very scarily. "Um, Harry, my bad `do is not a recent development, what's the matter?" I raised my hand to the top of my head and yelped. I had been scorched.
"Cassidy--you're glowing pink."
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I winced in my bed in the infirmary as Madame Pomfrey did a chilling spell to my hot, glowing scalp and matted down hair. She did the same to Harry and, while muttering, exited.
I sat up. "Harry, come here."
"Ouch! No!"
"Now, Harry!"
He reluctantly got up and stumbled over, muttering about this and that bitterly. "I want you to look at my head. What's pink?" He peered over and gaped.
"Harry?" He said nothing.
"Harry?" Again, just a dropped jaw.
"HARRY?" He looked at me, nervous.
"It's--it's a scar, Cassidy."
I gulped. "Harry," I said, so quiet that it was barely audible. "I think we need to find out just what happened to me... and how He killed my parents." Harry nodded solemnly.
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I clutched nervously to the sleeve of Harry's robe as I gently knocked on the Potion's door. "Come in!" a nasy voice called. What if it had been a teacher? Did he talk that way to them, too?
He spotted us as we entered and his face contorted into a sneer. "Yes?"
"Professor," I choked on my words. "You know me."
"Very perceptive, Ms. Collins, but--"
"That's not what you called me before!" I found courage that I didn't think I had as I stepped forward. ~Did I really just say that?~ I thought, and swallowed hard. "You--you called me Cas Emilia."
Snape looked up sharply and he blanched. Literately. He turned a ghastly shade of white and even his dark hair seemed to be shocked.He didn't speak, but I could tell even his thoughts were sputtering.
"You called me Cas Emilia!" I proclaimed once more, my voice rising jaggedly as tears began to stream down my cheeks. Everything was changing, so confusing. Who was I? Where did I come from? What had happened? "You called me Cas Emilia!" I found myself screaming, sobbing hysterically, and I would have fallen to the floor if Harry had not grabbed me, comforting me silently with his presence. "You called me..." My voice died out in a last, desperate cry.
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A/N: Hey, ty for reviews:
Cassandra: sry had 2 change the name, but its working 4 me! Ty verrry much
SamWitch, my fav reviwer: ty for following me along! Glad ya like!