defluo
By Shaina
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Severus Snape or anything else contained
in JK. Rowling books. Don't sure me all your get is debt and bounced checks.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the great reviews. And double thanks to my Beta
reader Fireblade. Hope you'all don't mind I'm taking my sweet time getting her
to Hogwarts. But I want to establish her some more. If you want more you've
gotten review and tell me J Thanks. Oh yes for those wondering all the title
words are Latin.
update note: Text added..things changed to make more sense...
"We'd love for you to stay with us, Jessie. We really would."
Jessie nodded, quite used to this little speech by now. Looking up at her foster
parents, Michael and Carlene Benignant, she almost sighed. They had the same,
uncomfortable look on their faces as all the others had.
Michael looked at his wife then back at the seven year old sitting before them.
She was holding a ragged green teddy bear, intelligent black eyes watching him.
"You'll like the new family you're going to Jessie. They live in Ireland…"
Black eyes regarded him, with more seriousness than a black haired seven-year-old with pigtails should have. "But they won't be able to take me till after Christmas." She said softly, that was another part of the game she was used to. No one ever wanted her over Christmas. She always got stuck staying with some stuffy old witch or wizard from the Ministry. Some of them tired to give her a Christmas…others seemed to think she didn't deserve one.
Any of them were better than Mr. Crampton. She tought back the fear that name brought. She didn't want to spend her Christmas scared of upseting him. Didn't want to hear about how she had to work extra hard at being good or else she'd wind up evil like her dead parents. She wanted to cry..beg them not to send her away.
Her foster parents looked at her a bit surprised that she'd known. "We're so
sorry, sweetie…." Carlene started to say.
"Its okay. Hafta do what the Ministry thinks is best." She told them cheerfully.
Inwardly the child wanted to kick and scream. To throw a huge temper tantrum and
break things. But she'd learned a long time ago doing that got her nowhere but
more time with Crampton and that he'd....punish her for being bad. She hated his punishments.
Especially the ones that involded tellomg her horrible stories about a place called
Azkaban, and how she'd go there if she wasn't good. She rather get spankings than hear about that place. Or be threatened with another..'field trip'. So she was always good. She tried so hard, but no one ever wanted to keep her.
Her foster parents seemed relived she was taking it so well and sent her up to
her room to pack her things. Jessie looked around the small, empty room and
sighed. She'd stopped trying to make rooms her own years ago. Didn't do any good
to get attached, when they'd make you leave anyway.
"Just me an' you 'gain Roscoe." She told the bear, patting him. "It'll be all
right. I'll keep you safe."
Tears rolled down her small face. "Don' cry, I'll take care of you Roscoe. Don'
cry."
Jessie drew her little knees to her chest and cried sliently into the stuffed animal. When you were hit for crying to loud you tended to learn to cry without making noise. Crampton hated her crying and she was always sure he'd find out.
The woman from the Ministry came for her the next morning, and to Jessie's relief this witch didn't look mean or smell funny. She wasn't as old as the others had been either. And more imporantly..she wasn't Crampton.
"Must be hard to leave them." The woman that introduced herself as Ms. Kilem
said.
Jessie shrugged, looking around as they walked through the halls of the
Ministry. This was something she was used to, too. She'd have to answer a lot of
silly questions, about how she felt and if she was happy. Whatever that was. And
they'd smile at her in that stiff unnatural way, and tell her about this
wonderful family she was going to live with and that they hoped she could be
with this family permanently. And of course in the mean time Mr. Crampton would be her garduian..and wasn't that nice?
Nice? Crampton wasn't nice. He was mean, she always wanted to shout. But she'd made that mistake once when she was four. The lady had shaken her head and told her firmly that being punished for being bad didn't make someone mean. Of course Jessie hadn't told them she wasn't just sent to bed once without supper but for a whole week..just for talking back.
She'd gotten more than that when Crampton hadn't gotten ahold of her later.
"You won't miss them?" Ms. Kilem asked sounding surprised.
Jessie shrugged again, black eyes looking up at the older witch. "It's okay. I'm
used to it. Do you know if Ms. Gadeva if going to be there today? She always
gives me a chocolate frog if I'm good." Her smile, if not happy at the very
least was content. Chocolate frogs made her feel better..ever since the first time she'd been really bad and Crampton had taken her to that..place...she couldnt get enough of chocolate. "Sometimes I even get a licoress wand if I'm really good."
Ms. Kilem stared after the little girl. She'd have to talk to the others about
finding, Jessie a permanent home. If only until she was old enough to go off to
school. She was sure Crampton was wonderful to the little girl...but a child needs a family and stablity. In the mean time she'd take Jessie out to buy some Christmas presents, take her down to Digaon alley. Jessie would like that.
After all not having parents shouldn't ruin a childs Christmas.
By Shaina
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Severus Snape or anything else contained
in JK. Rowling books. Don't sure me all your get is debt and bounced checks.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the great reviews. And double thanks to my Beta
reader Fireblade. Hope you'all don't mind I'm taking my sweet time getting her
to Hogwarts. But I want to establish her some more. If you want more you've
gotten review and tell me J Thanks. Oh yes for those wondering all the title
words are Latin.
update note: Text added..things changed to make more sense...
"We'd love for you to stay with us, Jessie. We really would."
Jessie nodded, quite used to this little speech by now. Looking up at her foster
parents, Michael and Carlene Benignant, she almost sighed. They had the same,
uncomfortable look on their faces as all the others had.
Michael looked at his wife then back at the seven year old sitting before them.
She was holding a ragged green teddy bear, intelligent black eyes watching him.
"You'll like the new family you're going to Jessie. They live in Ireland…"
Black eyes regarded him, with more seriousness than a black haired seven-year-old with pigtails should have. "But they won't be able to take me till after Christmas." She said softly, that was another part of the game she was used to. No one ever wanted her over Christmas. She always got stuck staying with some stuffy old witch or wizard from the Ministry. Some of them tired to give her a Christmas…others seemed to think she didn't deserve one.
Any of them were better than Mr. Crampton. She tought back the fear that name brought. She didn't want to spend her Christmas scared of upseting him. Didn't want to hear about how she had to work extra hard at being good or else she'd wind up evil like her dead parents. She wanted to cry..beg them not to send her away.
Her foster parents looked at her a bit surprised that she'd known. "We're so
sorry, sweetie…." Carlene started to say.
"Its okay. Hafta do what the Ministry thinks is best." She told them cheerfully.
Inwardly the child wanted to kick and scream. To throw a huge temper tantrum and
break things. But she'd learned a long time ago doing that got her nowhere but
more time with Crampton and that he'd....punish her for being bad. She hated his punishments.
Especially the ones that involded tellomg her horrible stories about a place called
Azkaban, and how she'd go there if she wasn't good. She rather get spankings than hear about that place. Or be threatened with another..'field trip'. So she was always good. She tried so hard, but no one ever wanted to keep her.
Her foster parents seemed relived she was taking it so well and sent her up to
her room to pack her things. Jessie looked around the small, empty room and
sighed. She'd stopped trying to make rooms her own years ago. Didn't do any good
to get attached, when they'd make you leave anyway.
"Just me an' you 'gain Roscoe." She told the bear, patting him. "It'll be all
right. I'll keep you safe."
Tears rolled down her small face. "Don' cry, I'll take care of you Roscoe. Don'
cry."
Jessie drew her little knees to her chest and cried sliently into the stuffed animal. When you were hit for crying to loud you tended to learn to cry without making noise. Crampton hated her crying and she was always sure he'd find out.
The woman from the Ministry came for her the next morning, and to Jessie's relief this witch didn't look mean or smell funny. She wasn't as old as the others had been either. And more imporantly..she wasn't Crampton.
"Must be hard to leave them." The woman that introduced herself as Ms. Kilem
said.
Jessie shrugged, looking around as they walked through the halls of the
Ministry. This was something she was used to, too. She'd have to answer a lot of
silly questions, about how she felt and if she was happy. Whatever that was. And
they'd smile at her in that stiff unnatural way, and tell her about this
wonderful family she was going to live with and that they hoped she could be
with this family permanently. And of course in the mean time Mr. Crampton would be her garduian..and wasn't that nice?
Nice? Crampton wasn't nice. He was mean, she always wanted to shout. But she'd made that mistake once when she was four. The lady had shaken her head and told her firmly that being punished for being bad didn't make someone mean. Of course Jessie hadn't told them she wasn't just sent to bed once without supper but for a whole week..just for talking back.
She'd gotten more than that when Crampton hadn't gotten ahold of her later.
"You won't miss them?" Ms. Kilem asked sounding surprised.
Jessie shrugged again, black eyes looking up at the older witch. "It's okay. I'm
used to it. Do you know if Ms. Gadeva if going to be there today? She always
gives me a chocolate frog if I'm good." Her smile, if not happy at the very
least was content. Chocolate frogs made her feel better..ever since the first time she'd been really bad and Crampton had taken her to that..place...she couldnt get enough of chocolate. "Sometimes I even get a licoress wand if I'm really good."
Ms. Kilem stared after the little girl. She'd have to talk to the others about
finding, Jessie a permanent home. If only until she was old enough to go off to
school. She was sure Crampton was wonderful to the little girl...but a child needs a family and stablity. In the mean time she'd take Jessie out to buy some Christmas presents, take her down to Digaon alley. Jessie would like that.
After all not having parents shouldn't ruin a childs Christmas.