A/N: Ok, that was a bit of an emotional chapter, this should clear some stuff up. Upon SamWitch's request (see, I do listen to my reviewers, so maybe the rest of you should review, hinthint...) I am not going to make Snape so evil that he will not tell. I just started a new story but it has no reviews, check out "She, the Assassin" Ok, so on w/ it!
Diclaimer: I own my toothbrush. I bought it myself. Harry Potter? No. JK has that one.
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Even Harry could not hold me up; I fell to the floor, crying in an out-of-control manner. I looked up to see Snape, standing there motionless, mouth open but without words. Harry prodded me on. "Say something," I pleaded, new tears falling. "Say anything."
"Cas Emilia..." he made out softly, the words falling like snowflakes from his dry mouth. "Cas Emilia..." I bit my lip to prevent future tears. "I guess you should know."
I opened my mouth, but for once in my life I shut it and the urge to be sardonic. Instead, I listened. But Snape's soft gaze was above my head--to Harry. "Potter, have you seen the...pink?" Harry nodded; Snape sighed.
"Cas--Cassidy Emilia. You are my sister's daughter."
My mouth went dry. It was utterly and completely impossible. The relam of possibilty was too tight to let that factoid in; the space-time continuum would not allow its presence.
"But, sir." Harry sounded throaty as he spoke the things I was too weak to say. "Snape and Remscraw..."
"Remscraw, my mother's name. Lizzie always hated our father," Snape winced, leaving me to wonder if that's why Snape was so bitter. "Not that I didn't."
"But--" I found my voice. "How did they... who did..."
"Your parents were famous, like Potter's, and they went into hiding together." Snape's eyes fell down with a guilty look. "I was their secret-keeper."
I surged with anger, but Harry effortlessly held me back. It was then that it occurred to me. Why was Harry here, and not Tyson? I needed him. Why wasn't he there? That only added to my anger, for I was thinking too unrationally to remember he had no idea where I was. "You turned them in." My low voice was more of an accusation than a question.
Snape's hands went up defensively, and he took a mild step back. "No, no!" He insisted. "When Pettigrew turned the Potters in, your parents tried to rescue them, therefore becoming visible to Voldemort."
By that time I was sitting on the floor, crying gently as Harry breathed heavily. I didn't realize that this must have been hard for him too up until then. "He killed them," I whispered softly into the air. But I was done crying. I looked up to Severus Snape, my uncle, and controlling the wavering in my voice, asked, "Why am I here?"
Both Snape and Harry looked confused. "Why am I alive?" I clarified, although it was painful to say, painful to think.
Snape was crying, just a little. I realized that he must have loved my mother a lot. "Your scar--it is a sign of the Mind-Over-Matter Spell, as it's commonly called." My brow scrunched. I had never heard of that in my life. "Lizzie, your mother... it was her unique spell. She thought it'd help her control her witty but often explosive temper. Just by wanting a spell to happen, if you feel it enough... it can. That's how I knew you Petrified me in Potions the other day."
I didn't say anything. Neither did Harry. "You were in the bedroom when your mother was caught and killed, alongside your father, on the spot. It was her dying wish, I suppose... She willed it in her mind for you to have the spell." Snape glanced up at Harry. "You weren't dead, for Voldemort attempted to kill Harry first and was weakened; I'm not positive the same thing wouldn't have happened if he had tried you first. The scar... It's almost as powerful as Harry's. If it hurts, trouble may be near."
Harry and I thought the same thing at the same time. Our scars... they did hurt. Fiery and hot, they hurt like hell. I snatched up his hand and fled the room, leaving Snape all alone. My uncle, all alone.
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"Where are we going?" Harry's voice trailed down the corridor as I raced to the Ravenclaw tower. "Cassidy, where are we going?"
"To see Tyson!" I said brethlessly. "Birds of a feather," I heaved to the portrait.
"Aren't you in a hurry!" he exclaimed, but I pushed past with Harry. To my surprise, almost everyone was in the common room--Lindy, Emerald, Chela, Tobias. I surveyed the room quickly.
"Where's Tyson?"
Lindy stepped forward, a mixture of her salty tears and mascara streaming in neat lines down her pale cheeks. "He's gone."
"What do you mean, he's gone?" My voice had excalated to a level so loud that everyone had stopped their nervous chatter and was staring at me. "What the hell do you mean? Where is Tyson?"
"He took him, He took Tyson!" The voice was Tobias's, looking all too sober and solemn for the annoying jokester I pushed off every day.
"What do you mean, He?"
And then I knew. The Dark Lord had taken Tyson Oliver--my best friend, my brother, my hero... my love? I knew it then, and wondered why I didn't before. I was in love with Tyson Oliver. And he was gone.
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A/N: Whee... another emotional chapter, god I write so much and it's only a page. Hope it's not getting stupid. Remember the old proverb: If you don't have anything nice to say in your review, then don't review at all. (Ok, so I edited it a bit, but u get the picture!) Ty!
SamWitch--ty again, other ppl r having trouble w/ the whole review thing!
Diclaimer: I own my toothbrush. I bought it myself. Harry Potter? No. JK has that one.
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Even Harry could not hold me up; I fell to the floor, crying in an out-of-control manner. I looked up to see Snape, standing there motionless, mouth open but without words. Harry prodded me on. "Say something," I pleaded, new tears falling. "Say anything."
"Cas Emilia..." he made out softly, the words falling like snowflakes from his dry mouth. "Cas Emilia..." I bit my lip to prevent future tears. "I guess you should know."
I opened my mouth, but for once in my life I shut it and the urge to be sardonic. Instead, I listened. But Snape's soft gaze was above my head--to Harry. "Potter, have you seen the...pink?" Harry nodded; Snape sighed.
"Cas--Cassidy Emilia. You are my sister's daughter."
My mouth went dry. It was utterly and completely impossible. The relam of possibilty was too tight to let that factoid in; the space-time continuum would not allow its presence.
"But, sir." Harry sounded throaty as he spoke the things I was too weak to say. "Snape and Remscraw..."
"Remscraw, my mother's name. Lizzie always hated our father," Snape winced, leaving me to wonder if that's why Snape was so bitter. "Not that I didn't."
"But--" I found my voice. "How did they... who did..."
"Your parents were famous, like Potter's, and they went into hiding together." Snape's eyes fell down with a guilty look. "I was their secret-keeper."
I surged with anger, but Harry effortlessly held me back. It was then that it occurred to me. Why was Harry here, and not Tyson? I needed him. Why wasn't he there? That only added to my anger, for I was thinking too unrationally to remember he had no idea where I was. "You turned them in." My low voice was more of an accusation than a question.
Snape's hands went up defensively, and he took a mild step back. "No, no!" He insisted. "When Pettigrew turned the Potters in, your parents tried to rescue them, therefore becoming visible to Voldemort."
By that time I was sitting on the floor, crying gently as Harry breathed heavily. I didn't realize that this must have been hard for him too up until then. "He killed them," I whispered softly into the air. But I was done crying. I looked up to Severus Snape, my uncle, and controlling the wavering in my voice, asked, "Why am I here?"
Both Snape and Harry looked confused. "Why am I alive?" I clarified, although it was painful to say, painful to think.
Snape was crying, just a little. I realized that he must have loved my mother a lot. "Your scar--it is a sign of the Mind-Over-Matter Spell, as it's commonly called." My brow scrunched. I had never heard of that in my life. "Lizzie, your mother... it was her unique spell. She thought it'd help her control her witty but often explosive temper. Just by wanting a spell to happen, if you feel it enough... it can. That's how I knew you Petrified me in Potions the other day."
I didn't say anything. Neither did Harry. "You were in the bedroom when your mother was caught and killed, alongside your father, on the spot. It was her dying wish, I suppose... She willed it in her mind for you to have the spell." Snape glanced up at Harry. "You weren't dead, for Voldemort attempted to kill Harry first and was weakened; I'm not positive the same thing wouldn't have happened if he had tried you first. The scar... It's almost as powerful as Harry's. If it hurts, trouble may be near."
Harry and I thought the same thing at the same time. Our scars... they did hurt. Fiery and hot, they hurt like hell. I snatched up his hand and fled the room, leaving Snape all alone. My uncle, all alone.
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"Where are we going?" Harry's voice trailed down the corridor as I raced to the Ravenclaw tower. "Cassidy, where are we going?"
"To see Tyson!" I said brethlessly. "Birds of a feather," I heaved to the portrait.
"Aren't you in a hurry!" he exclaimed, but I pushed past with Harry. To my surprise, almost everyone was in the common room--Lindy, Emerald, Chela, Tobias. I surveyed the room quickly.
"Where's Tyson?"
Lindy stepped forward, a mixture of her salty tears and mascara streaming in neat lines down her pale cheeks. "He's gone."
"What do you mean, he's gone?" My voice had excalated to a level so loud that everyone had stopped their nervous chatter and was staring at me. "What the hell do you mean? Where is Tyson?"
"He took him, He took Tyson!" The voice was Tobias's, looking all too sober and solemn for the annoying jokester I pushed off every day.
"What do you mean, He?"
And then I knew. The Dark Lord had taken Tyson Oliver--my best friend, my brother, my hero... my love? I knew it then, and wondered why I didn't before. I was in love with Tyson Oliver. And he was gone.
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A/N: Whee... another emotional chapter, god I write so much and it's only a page. Hope it's not getting stupid. Remember the old proverb: If you don't have anything nice to say in your review, then don't review at all. (Ok, so I edited it a bit, but u get the picture!) Ty!
SamWitch--ty again, other ppl r having trouble w/ the whole review thing!