Part 2
Krish'Na's POV:
This cannot be. The prison DIED! And the seal was set to kill me when that happened! So how?
Not important now, think on it later. What IS important, is that I live. I live and I am FREE.
I look at the serpent man and smile my most evil smile. Oh I was going to enjoy this. How DARE he try to kill me? How DARE he strike out at me?! He DIES! Messily, painfully, and ALL over the place!
"I live," I murmur, trying out my voice for the first time in over ten years. Oh it feels soooooo good to talk again. And this is going to feel even better.
What spell to use? I don't want to over do it... Draco and Professor Snape are behind him...
Well the easiest way to fix that would be, "Every one who doesn't want to die, leave."
I smile as the Slytherins pull back, they have the sense to get away from an unknown when all hell is about to brake loose. The teachers soon move the other students away while I have Voldemort's attention.
She-elf kiss upon the altar
I pledge to the love of the spirits
Spirits answer my summons
Bring down the Lightning From the Sky to Strike Forth!
TESLA
Heh heh. Fry sucker fry.
I blink in surprise when he vanishes. Along with his little army. Fuck. Oh well. Next time I go for the BIG Guns. I wonder if I can still do a Venom?
I turn to see the head master of the school has appeared, along with the whole teaching staff. They're all staring at me.
"What? I have something on my face?"
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That was when I discovered I was naked. Ho-boy. Kal-chan would NEVER let me live this down if he ever found out. Oh well.
Eh? They want to know who I am? How to put this...
Snape's POV:
I blinked at her reply.
"I'm Krish'Na Schneider. The most powerful Mage in the World!"
"Where did you come from?" Dumbledore demanded.
I blinked in surprise. Did the man have NO common sense? She just thwarted Voldemort! Not to mention the shear amount of power she apparently had.
She seemed to share my opinion of his ignorance.
"What? Didn't your parents ever explain the sex to you?"
I had to smile. I liked her already.
"I told you who I am. And before you ask again, I was always here. Trapped within a very well made prison. You don't need to know more than that."
Krish'Na's POV:
I was starting to loose my patience. I was filthy, naked, and hungry. And did I mention naked? Kal-chan used to tease me more than enough about being just like my father, I simply refuse to be accused of not being able to keep my cloths on.
"Look. You can ask all the questions you want, AFTER I've bathed, dressed and eaten. In that order. Good day boys."
I refused to call them gentlemen. Especially after the way they stared at me, and... what's this? Hmmm knew I liked Snape for a reason.
Snape's POV:
I couldn't let her wander the halls naked. Not only was it more than a bit chilly, But it wouldn't be gentlemanly of us. She was right to talk down to us. It was rather rude of us to stare. No grate loss to give her my professor's robe.
"I apologize. You're right. A bath, some cloths and a meal are in order. Questions can wait."
Krish'Na's POV:
Several of the girls from the Slytherin house are in the bathing aria when I arrive. I ignore them as I strip out of the robe Snape had draped over my shoulders and ducked under a blissfully hot spray of water. Oh that feels good. Shampoo, conditioner, body scrub. Good bye ash/soot/filth, it feels soooooo good to be clean.
I step out of the shower and grab a waiting towel. A quick twist and fold gets my waist length hair out of the way, and a second towel to rub dry with, and I'm good to go.
Eh? What the...
Pansy's POV:
I looked up at the lyrical cursing that filled the room. My but she had a fluent grasp of the Asian languages. I don't believe I've ever heard someone's ancestors cursed and insulted in such a creative manner. "What's wrong?"
"That BASTARD! He dies! Slowly. After I torture him for a few weeks."
I blinked a few times. The White haired woman was examining her... breasts? No. She was focusing on the space between and above them. At the scar now there. A scar identical to Harry Potter's.
"He scarred me. I never scar. Not even that time I got impaled on a roof timber!"
I watched as she stalked out of the showers, murmuring a spell under her breath. Amazing! She created a rather tasteful legging tunic ensemble with a few words. That much power is unheard of!
After her departure, I finish up and dress. Her comment about being implied... how could anyone survive that?
Krish'Na's POV:
I was practically growling when I cast a sader spell to create clothing appropriate to my tastes, and use a bit of fire magic to dry my hair. I didn't slow as black leggings appeared, tucked into calf boots. Not a flicker passed over my face as a pale blue silk poets shirt, in the same color as my eyes, covered my chest.
Heh, I was never going to wear one of those robes again.
Shower and clothing done, time to find some food. I was starving and the prison never ate enough, always worried about her weight! Hah! So what does she do? She starves us.
I stroll into the dining hall and silence descends on all. Almost the whole school was here already, and they were all looking at me. I felt my left brow raise and a disdainful expression settle into place.
It was Ron Weasly who first approached me.
Ron's POV:
"Join us at the Gryffindors table."
My face was shining at the thought of sitting with both the Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Lived. This was so incredible. There were two of them now!
Her response to my request shocked me, as well as everyone in ear shot.
"And why would I wish to sit with a bunch of incompetent children with out even the sense to stay out of trouble? Heh, the saying should be Gryffindors rush in where angels fear to tread."
I blinked in wonder as she brushed past and sat with that smug bastard Malfoy. My cheeks redden in humiliation as the Slytherins laugh at her remark.
Krish'Na's POV:
Arrogant little prat. As if I'd sit with a bunch of fools like them. I move smoothly to the Slytherins table and sit by Draco, who is still snickering. Pansy soon joins us, and asks what she missed. Draco quickly fills her in, and the whole table has another laugh.
I smile as the little dragon asks me if I'm really her. Asks if I'm the girl they all knew.
"Yes and no. She was a shadow of me. Small hints of my mind, soul, and personality. She was the prison that held me. Now that that is gone, I'm free. And it feels soooooo good."
"You were trapped?" Draco asked.
"Mmm. Hell of an experience, and I'm looking forward to dealing out a bit of bloody retribution for it."
We chatted for a bit as we filled our plates, and I soon tucked in. Wonderful cooks, the house elves. I glance around for any sweets, I've always liked hard candy, but as I expected, none are present. Rats. Ah well, I'll get some tomorrow, it is Friday and we don't have classes on the weekend.
When dinner was finished, I was summoned to Dumbledore's office. Oh this was going to be fun.
