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Hogwarts; the school, Harry; the boy, Staff; the teachers For what do I write them? Owning them not? Answer is simple, For enjoyment.
Ok, that was a warped poem I made up in two seconds as a 'Disclaimer' ya know the drill. Also I don't own Dido or her music.
((I didn't hear you leave,
I wonder how I am still here?
And I don' wanna move a thing,
It might change my memory.
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want!
But I- can' hide!
'Nd I won' go, I won' sleep, I can' breath.
Until you're resting here with me.
'Nd I won' live, I can' hide.
I cannot be, until you're resting here with me.
(Interlude with drums and synthesizer)
I don' wanna call my friends,
For they might wake me from this--dream.
And I can' leave this place,
This could get enough, last spring.
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want!
But I- can' hide!
'Nd I won' go, I won' sleep, I can' breath.
Until you're resting here with me.
'Nd I won' live, 'nd, I can' hide.
I cannot be, until you're resting here with me.
An won go,' nd I won sleep, I can' breath,
Until you're resting here with me.
'Nd I won live, 'nd I can hide I cannot be,
Till you're resting here with me.
Oh I am what I am,
I'll do what I won'!
But I can' hide!
I won' go, won' sleep, I can't breath,
Until you're resting here with me.
I won' live, I can' hide, I cannot be,
until you're resting here with me.
I won' go, I won' sleep, I can' breath,
Until you're here with me.
I won' live, I can't hide I cannot be,
until you're resting here with me.))
-Dido, No Angel, track 1.
Avitasé loyal reading fans!
--------------Would You be Wise?---------------------
"Louise, Patricia!" The name rung out in the aftermath of applause for 'Longarde, Deavin' and my eyes snapped to attention.
Pat looked back at me, her eyes saying, Wish me luck!
I did.
Looking nervously over at Pat, temptation hovered over me, urging me to look into her head, to eavesdrop on the conversation between Patricia Louise and the Sorting Hat. Drawing a short breath, I gave into that temptation.
Patricia Louise, the sorting hat thought as it was set upon her head, where shall I put you?
Somewhere -special-! She thought lavishly, happiness bubbling up in her soul.
I smiled as I heard the thought that could only be from Pat. Closing my eyes and felt her soul. Water running over gold, a simple meadow, pure innocence. Opening my eyes, I smiled.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted. An enormous cheer erupted from the Hufflepuff table.
Pat shakily got down from the stool, wobbling over to the Hufflepuff table. Her housemates made room for her as they scrambled to welcome her to their numbers. Sadness veiled my heart, I wondered if I would get such a reception. Wiping such thoughts from my head, I concentrated on who would be sorted next.
"Mandiz, Alicia!" I looked over to the girl that had stepped out of line. Her mostly straight brown hair curled up slightly at the edges and her baby- blue eyes sparkled with determination. A calm smile lighted her face and gave her a relaxed look. The hat barely touched her head before it shouted out its verdict.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Just as calmly as she had sat down, Alicia Mandiz walked over to where the Gryffindors assembled and relaxed into her seat to the cheers of her classmates.
Wait, had I seen that walk before?
* * *
"Morgan!" Morgan's mother, Rebecca opened the shutters of her 14th century home. Morgan was out with her friend, Cécile Mandiz, playing in the garden. "Morgan, it is time to come in, child."
"Just a minute, mother!" Morgan said from her spot on the veranda, where Morgan and Cécile were playing Witch. The game had started a couple of weeks ago when Joan of Arc had been caught and tried by the Church of England on the royal offence of heresy. Today Morgan played the witch, as usual as she looked more the part, and Cécile played the royal lady pope. The first day they had played this game, Morgan had tried to point out how Cécile couldn't be the pope because the pope was a man. Cécile replied, with her chin stuck up as she sometimes did, that she would be the pope and we should both call the real pope the poope because that's what he really was, for trying that women.
"Oh royal poope Cee! You will be sorry you ever crossed me!" Morgan shouted triumphantly, brandishing her twig high in the air. "Ka-shOOSH!" she giggled and waved her wand at Cécile.
"It's pope, not poope!" Cécile told Morgan, her face burning red.
"Okay then." Morgan said, covering a chuckle behind her hand. "Please don't arrest me poop Ceal!" she cried in laughter.
"Oh, you'll pay for that!" Cécile said and chased her around the garden. Morgan squeaked a laugh as she turned a corner, hiding behind a rose bush. Falling against it, her simple peasant gown caught on a thorn, tearing through the fabric and scratching a cut deep into her side.
"Gotcha!" Cécile screamed, slamming into a teary Morgan. "I got you witch and you ain't never gonna get away again." Cécile looked into Morgan's eyes and pressed against her, laying her hands behind her head.
"Got you." She said maliciously and squeezed Morgan's hair tight in her hands. Morgan looked far into Cécile's eyes and tried to step back. Her eyes, so full of hate and tears, she thought.
"C-Cécile, you're h-hurting me!" She cried, small tears of pain sliding down her cheeks as Cécile's body pressed the thorn deeper into her wound. Looking confused, Cécile shook her head, the normal cheery look returning to her eyes.
"Morgan, you, you're bleeding!" Cécile looked at her friend, worry paining her features. "Let's get you inside." She said kindly, putting Morgan's arm over her shoulders and helping her walk home.
*
"Morgan, you're bleeding!"
Rebecca Le'Font was hysteric, rushing Morgan and Cécile into the house as she carefully inspected Morgan's wound.
Carefully removing her blouse, Morgan's mother began to clean the wound.
"Cécile, please wet this cloth in the stream." Said Rebecca as she kissed her daughter's forehead.
"Thank you Cécile." She whispered as the cloth was brought back.
"It's deep." Rebecca said as she swabbed Morgan's wound with the wet cloth. "Cécile, I think it's best you go."
"Alright Madame Le'Font. Morgan," Carefully leaning down to whispered in Morgan's ear, Cécile said so only she and Morgan could hear, "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"It's okay, Cécile." Morgan said as she squeezed the girl's hand. "It's alright." As Cécile left, Rebecca finished up the bandage on her daughter's side.
"Good as new." She said and stood up. Stumbling slightly, Rebecca's legs buckled.
"Oh.." Pain intertwined with Rebecca's voice as she spoke. She looked toward the door as if death itself clung to it.
"Mother!" Morgan cried, "Mother, are you all right?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine." She spoke, though her skin had gone a deathly pale. Looking to the door, Morgan saw what had caused her her distress. There, standing in the door, were the last three people on earth anyone wanted to see at their door.
The witch hunters
*
I cringe inside as I remember my mother's screams. How she admitted to being a witch when they flogged her, how she wept silent tears as she was burned. I remember her very last words to me, to anyone; "I love you Morgan Le'Font, daughter, dear. Always be who you are, nothing and no one can take that away from you. I love you, sweet one."
How I remember those words.
Trying to distract myself, I look over at Alicia, her hair, like that of Cécile's, drapes gracefully over her shoulders, not quite veiling her chest. Her eyes are bright, unlike Cécile's which always seemed to hold a door behind them. Maybe they are not the same. Ha! What am I kidding myself? They could never be the same in the first place! Alicia would have to be over five hundred and fifty years old! I swiftly scan her aura, no hint of the touch of the blood of my kind or the bane of my kindred. But next to her...an over flow of power reaches my senses. I open my eyes and look to the person in the seat adjacent to her.
A boy sits next to her , talking animatedly about Quidditch. His hair is black and untidy and I can see his open, green eyes.
I shall meet this boy later.
*
The hall begins to fall silent as the last student is sorted. Watching Dumbledore stand up, I wait for the announcement of my sorting.
" Settle students, settle." He says, "Now, I know some of you may be confused, but before the feast, I have a couple of announcements left to make. First years, please note that the forbidden forest is out of bounds, as is Hogsmeade."
"Aww man!" I heard a student say, looking over to Gryffindor, I saw that it was Pippit.
"And second." Dumbledore's eyes shot daggers at Pippit. His eyes turned back to me, "I would like you to welcome our other new students; Morgan Le'Font and Horus, both in their third year."
I feel a bit confused as I turn around, noticing Horus there for the first time. Funny, I didn't see him before.
"Horus, you may go first."
Slowly walking up to the hat, Horus put it down on his head.
"RAVENCLAW!" the had shouted a moment later. Strolling to his seat, Horus was hailed with applause."
"Le'Font, Morgan." Dumbledore gestured for me to try on the hat.
-Hhmmmmmmm, a vampire, eh? Haven't seen one with blood like yours for a long time. A very long time. Hmmmmmmmmm, well you've got courage. Yes, loads I see, you have to you say, hmmmm? Determination is here, very loyal as well. Hmmm, very righteous indeed. You seem like a GRYFFINDOR!-
The had shouted this last word and I shakily climbed down to my table. Never had I met a being like that before, it was uncanny.
"Welcome, Morgan!"
"Hey, Morgan, welcome to Gryffindor!"
"Great placing, Morgan!"
I smiled as my new housemates proceeded to greet me as I crawled into my seat.
"Hi, I'm Alicia." Said the Alicia Mandiz., sticking out her hand.
"Hello, my name is Morgan, you might already have heard."
"Yeah, that's a cool name, I like it alot, I-" Alicia's words were cut short as Dumbledore cleared his throat and the food appeared on the table.
"Amazing!" We both said at the same time and burst out laughing. Digging into the food, I glanced over at the teacher's table. Two black eyes caught and held mine and my breath left my body in a gasp. My fork dropped to the table as my hand covered my mouth. I could dimly hear Alicia in the background asking me if I was alright. I didn't hear her. The rest of the world faded to black as my heart constricted with fear and pain. There, sitting at the teacher's table, was the one person I thought I would never see again in my entire unnaturally long life.
Severus.
Severus Snape.
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((Sev's POV ))
//I saw her, that woman, vengeful bitch. How dare she come back here!
Probably to be begging at my feet for another chance, pah!//
Severus swirled the contents of his goblet around, watching the deep red color as its body licked the edges of the golden cup. In his mind he snarled, in his mind's eye he tore apart the great hall, throwing the girl Morgan to the floor and watching her cry, violently.
//You deserved it after what you did to me. Hah! Running away with that fool when we were to be married!//
//I would have loved you..//
Severus lifted the cup and drank deeply from it, savoring the rich taste of his Avalide potion, the potion which kept him sane in this all-too-human world. Severus leaned back in his chair as the last faint aftertastes of lavender faded from his tongue. There she was, being sorted.
//She looks just as I remember her//. Severus thought wryly, //small, yet never frightened. How, how, courageous.// Severus sneered.
"GRYFFINDOR!!!" The hat shouted. Severus nearly laughed. Of course, why would she be in Slytherin?
//Admit it, Severus, you know you would simply love it if she were sorted into your house.//
Severus growled in the back of his throat as he looked at Morgan. Sniveling beautiful Morgan with the perfect aura of a Celtic vampire! Severus scoffed as he began to slowly eat the foot that was suddenly placed before him. Nobody could tell, of course, but he was silently wishing for Sushi, it was his favorite food, always had been ever since he had gotten out of the company of his Old World French country.
//Sushi//, he grinned, //how bittersweet, I bet that she wouldn't have as refined tastes as I!//
Severus laughed at the look on her face as the food appeared before her. How positively delightful! Severus scowled at her, willing himself to burn a hole in her back. She looked up and their eyes met.
As if in slow motion, the fork fell from her hands and her pupils contracted, then widened until her eyes were almost completely black. Her hand covered her mouth in a silent gasp and she glared at Severus. Severus could almost hear her.
"You!!"
//Me.//
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I know, I know! I just can't help it! I love short chappies! Gives your fingers a workout with all of that clicking!
MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
Annnywhooozits, I'm just hopein' that the next chapter will be longer, remember, I got no control of these things, my muses have the real power!
So hopefully we'll get some real conversation in the Gryffindor dorm, unless a completely random plot bunny attacks!
And only one review!?! Help, my readers are starving me!!!
MJD: Well I'm glad ya liked the start, but, try reading the rest of the story!!! : D
Oh, and by the way, I got no clue what Avalide means, I just love makin up words!!!
Hogwarts; the school, Harry; the boy, Staff; the teachers For what do I write them? Owning them not? Answer is simple, For enjoyment.
Ok, that was a warped poem I made up in two seconds as a 'Disclaimer' ya know the drill. Also I don't own Dido or her music.
((I didn't hear you leave,
I wonder how I am still here?
And I don' wanna move a thing,
It might change my memory.
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want!
But I- can' hide!
'Nd I won' go, I won' sleep, I can' breath.
Until you're resting here with me.
'Nd I won' live, I can' hide.
I cannot be, until you're resting here with me.
(Interlude with drums and synthesizer)
I don' wanna call my friends,
For they might wake me from this--dream.
And I can' leave this place,
This could get enough, last spring.
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want!
But I- can' hide!
'Nd I won' go, I won' sleep, I can' breath.
Until you're resting here with me.
'Nd I won' live, 'nd, I can' hide.
I cannot be, until you're resting here with me.
An won go,' nd I won sleep, I can' breath,
Until you're resting here with me.
'Nd I won live, 'nd I can hide I cannot be,
Till you're resting here with me.
Oh I am what I am,
I'll do what I won'!
But I can' hide!
I won' go, won' sleep, I can't breath,
Until you're resting here with me.
I won' live, I can' hide, I cannot be,
until you're resting here with me.
I won' go, I won' sleep, I can' breath,
Until you're here with me.
I won' live, I can't hide I cannot be,
until you're resting here with me.))
-Dido, No Angel, track 1.
Avitasé loyal reading fans!
--------------Would You be Wise?---------------------
"Louise, Patricia!" The name rung out in the aftermath of applause for 'Longarde, Deavin' and my eyes snapped to attention.
Pat looked back at me, her eyes saying, Wish me luck!
I did.
Looking nervously over at Pat, temptation hovered over me, urging me to look into her head, to eavesdrop on the conversation between Patricia Louise and the Sorting Hat. Drawing a short breath, I gave into that temptation.
Patricia Louise, the sorting hat thought as it was set upon her head, where shall I put you?
Somewhere -special-! She thought lavishly, happiness bubbling up in her soul.
I smiled as I heard the thought that could only be from Pat. Closing my eyes and felt her soul. Water running over gold, a simple meadow, pure innocence. Opening my eyes, I smiled.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted. An enormous cheer erupted from the Hufflepuff table.
Pat shakily got down from the stool, wobbling over to the Hufflepuff table. Her housemates made room for her as they scrambled to welcome her to their numbers. Sadness veiled my heart, I wondered if I would get such a reception. Wiping such thoughts from my head, I concentrated on who would be sorted next.
"Mandiz, Alicia!" I looked over to the girl that had stepped out of line. Her mostly straight brown hair curled up slightly at the edges and her baby- blue eyes sparkled with determination. A calm smile lighted her face and gave her a relaxed look. The hat barely touched her head before it shouted out its verdict.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Just as calmly as she had sat down, Alicia Mandiz walked over to where the Gryffindors assembled and relaxed into her seat to the cheers of her classmates.
Wait, had I seen that walk before?
* * *
"Morgan!" Morgan's mother, Rebecca opened the shutters of her 14th century home. Morgan was out with her friend, Cécile Mandiz, playing in the garden. "Morgan, it is time to come in, child."
"Just a minute, mother!" Morgan said from her spot on the veranda, where Morgan and Cécile were playing Witch. The game had started a couple of weeks ago when Joan of Arc had been caught and tried by the Church of England on the royal offence of heresy. Today Morgan played the witch, as usual as she looked more the part, and Cécile played the royal lady pope. The first day they had played this game, Morgan had tried to point out how Cécile couldn't be the pope because the pope was a man. Cécile replied, with her chin stuck up as she sometimes did, that she would be the pope and we should both call the real pope the poope because that's what he really was, for trying that women.
"Oh royal poope Cee! You will be sorry you ever crossed me!" Morgan shouted triumphantly, brandishing her twig high in the air. "Ka-shOOSH!" she giggled and waved her wand at Cécile.
"It's pope, not poope!" Cécile told Morgan, her face burning red.
"Okay then." Morgan said, covering a chuckle behind her hand. "Please don't arrest me poop Ceal!" she cried in laughter.
"Oh, you'll pay for that!" Cécile said and chased her around the garden. Morgan squeaked a laugh as she turned a corner, hiding behind a rose bush. Falling against it, her simple peasant gown caught on a thorn, tearing through the fabric and scratching a cut deep into her side.
"Gotcha!" Cécile screamed, slamming into a teary Morgan. "I got you witch and you ain't never gonna get away again." Cécile looked into Morgan's eyes and pressed against her, laying her hands behind her head.
"Got you." She said maliciously and squeezed Morgan's hair tight in her hands. Morgan looked far into Cécile's eyes and tried to step back. Her eyes, so full of hate and tears, she thought.
"C-Cécile, you're h-hurting me!" She cried, small tears of pain sliding down her cheeks as Cécile's body pressed the thorn deeper into her wound. Looking confused, Cécile shook her head, the normal cheery look returning to her eyes.
"Morgan, you, you're bleeding!" Cécile looked at her friend, worry paining her features. "Let's get you inside." She said kindly, putting Morgan's arm over her shoulders and helping her walk home.
*
"Morgan, you're bleeding!"
Rebecca Le'Font was hysteric, rushing Morgan and Cécile into the house as she carefully inspected Morgan's wound.
Carefully removing her blouse, Morgan's mother began to clean the wound.
"Cécile, please wet this cloth in the stream." Said Rebecca as she kissed her daughter's forehead.
"Thank you Cécile." She whispered as the cloth was brought back.
"It's deep." Rebecca said as she swabbed Morgan's wound with the wet cloth. "Cécile, I think it's best you go."
"Alright Madame Le'Font. Morgan," Carefully leaning down to whispered in Morgan's ear, Cécile said so only she and Morgan could hear, "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"It's okay, Cécile." Morgan said as she squeezed the girl's hand. "It's alright." As Cécile left, Rebecca finished up the bandage on her daughter's side.
"Good as new." She said and stood up. Stumbling slightly, Rebecca's legs buckled.
"Oh.." Pain intertwined with Rebecca's voice as she spoke. She looked toward the door as if death itself clung to it.
"Mother!" Morgan cried, "Mother, are you all right?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine." She spoke, though her skin had gone a deathly pale. Looking to the door, Morgan saw what had caused her her distress. There, standing in the door, were the last three people on earth anyone wanted to see at their door.
The witch hunters
*
I cringe inside as I remember my mother's screams. How she admitted to being a witch when they flogged her, how she wept silent tears as she was burned. I remember her very last words to me, to anyone; "I love you Morgan Le'Font, daughter, dear. Always be who you are, nothing and no one can take that away from you. I love you, sweet one."
How I remember those words.
Trying to distract myself, I look over at Alicia, her hair, like that of Cécile's, drapes gracefully over her shoulders, not quite veiling her chest. Her eyes are bright, unlike Cécile's which always seemed to hold a door behind them. Maybe they are not the same. Ha! What am I kidding myself? They could never be the same in the first place! Alicia would have to be over five hundred and fifty years old! I swiftly scan her aura, no hint of the touch of the blood of my kind or the bane of my kindred. But next to her...an over flow of power reaches my senses. I open my eyes and look to the person in the seat adjacent to her.
A boy sits next to her , talking animatedly about Quidditch. His hair is black and untidy and I can see his open, green eyes.
I shall meet this boy later.
*
The hall begins to fall silent as the last student is sorted. Watching Dumbledore stand up, I wait for the announcement of my sorting.
" Settle students, settle." He says, "Now, I know some of you may be confused, but before the feast, I have a couple of announcements left to make. First years, please note that the forbidden forest is out of bounds, as is Hogsmeade."
"Aww man!" I heard a student say, looking over to Gryffindor, I saw that it was Pippit.
"And second." Dumbledore's eyes shot daggers at Pippit. His eyes turned back to me, "I would like you to welcome our other new students; Morgan Le'Font and Horus, both in their third year."
I feel a bit confused as I turn around, noticing Horus there for the first time. Funny, I didn't see him before.
"Horus, you may go first."
Slowly walking up to the hat, Horus put it down on his head.
"RAVENCLAW!" the had shouted a moment later. Strolling to his seat, Horus was hailed with applause."
"Le'Font, Morgan." Dumbledore gestured for me to try on the hat.
-Hhmmmmmmm, a vampire, eh? Haven't seen one with blood like yours for a long time. A very long time. Hmmmmmmmmm, well you've got courage. Yes, loads I see, you have to you say, hmmmm? Determination is here, very loyal as well. Hmmm, very righteous indeed. You seem like a GRYFFINDOR!-
The had shouted this last word and I shakily climbed down to my table. Never had I met a being like that before, it was uncanny.
"Welcome, Morgan!"
"Hey, Morgan, welcome to Gryffindor!"
"Great placing, Morgan!"
I smiled as my new housemates proceeded to greet me as I crawled into my seat.
"Hi, I'm Alicia." Said the Alicia Mandiz., sticking out her hand.
"Hello, my name is Morgan, you might already have heard."
"Yeah, that's a cool name, I like it alot, I-" Alicia's words were cut short as Dumbledore cleared his throat and the food appeared on the table.
"Amazing!" We both said at the same time and burst out laughing. Digging into the food, I glanced over at the teacher's table. Two black eyes caught and held mine and my breath left my body in a gasp. My fork dropped to the table as my hand covered my mouth. I could dimly hear Alicia in the background asking me if I was alright. I didn't hear her. The rest of the world faded to black as my heart constricted with fear and pain. There, sitting at the teacher's table, was the one person I thought I would never see again in my entire unnaturally long life.
Severus.
Severus Snape.
--------****----------****--------------
((Sev's POV ))
//I saw her, that woman, vengeful bitch. How dare she come back here!
Probably to be begging at my feet for another chance, pah!//
Severus swirled the contents of his goblet around, watching the deep red color as its body licked the edges of the golden cup. In his mind he snarled, in his mind's eye he tore apart the great hall, throwing the girl Morgan to the floor and watching her cry, violently.
//You deserved it after what you did to me. Hah! Running away with that fool when we were to be married!//
//I would have loved you..//
Severus lifted the cup and drank deeply from it, savoring the rich taste of his Avalide potion, the potion which kept him sane in this all-too-human world. Severus leaned back in his chair as the last faint aftertastes of lavender faded from his tongue. There she was, being sorted.
//She looks just as I remember her//. Severus thought wryly, //small, yet never frightened. How, how, courageous.// Severus sneered.
"GRYFFINDOR!!!" The hat shouted. Severus nearly laughed. Of course, why would she be in Slytherin?
//Admit it, Severus, you know you would simply love it if she were sorted into your house.//
Severus growled in the back of his throat as he looked at Morgan. Sniveling beautiful Morgan with the perfect aura of a Celtic vampire! Severus scoffed as he began to slowly eat the foot that was suddenly placed before him. Nobody could tell, of course, but he was silently wishing for Sushi, it was his favorite food, always had been ever since he had gotten out of the company of his Old World French country.
//Sushi//, he grinned, //how bittersweet, I bet that she wouldn't have as refined tastes as I!//
Severus laughed at the look on her face as the food appeared before her. How positively delightful! Severus scowled at her, willing himself to burn a hole in her back. She looked up and their eyes met.
As if in slow motion, the fork fell from her hands and her pupils contracted, then widened until her eyes were almost completely black. Her hand covered her mouth in a silent gasp and she glared at Severus. Severus could almost hear her.
"You!!"
//Me.//
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I know, I know! I just can't help it! I love short chappies! Gives your fingers a workout with all of that clicking!
MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
Annnywhooozits, I'm just hopein' that the next chapter will be longer, remember, I got no control of these things, my muses have the real power!
So hopefully we'll get some real conversation in the Gryffindor dorm, unless a completely random plot bunny attacks!
And only one review!?! Help, my readers are starving me!!!
MJD: Well I'm glad ya liked the start, but, try reading the rest of the story!!! : D
Oh, and by the way, I got no clue what Avalide means, I just love makin up words!!!