Okay, I gather there's been a little confusion lately about the
relationships in the story.
Angelina was captured by Voldemort and forced to become his mistress. They had one child, Erin, whom Angelina hid in America. Voldemort does not know (yet) that he has a daughter. Angelina and Severus fell in love and became spies against Voldemort together. When Angelina died, Severus became Erin's legal guardian. No, he is not actually her biological father, but he's beginning to think of her in that way.
The man with red hair that tried to rescue Harry at the end of Chapter 6 was Mr. Weasley. (Hence "what hair he had left was a fiery red" - sorry I wasn't more specific!)
I apologize for any grammar mistakes I have made. When you see something like "infusion of wormwood.powdered root of asphodel.a potion, right?" please excuse my computer. I originally meant for those to be dot, dot, dot, like a pause in the sentence, but the computer (not me!) keeps messing up. Sorry!
So, anyway, you're all bored with me talking by now, so I might as well update the next chapter. Thanks again for all the great reviews!
P.S. - can anyone tell me what the Slytherin Society is?
Meanwhile, in the story -
"Is she all right?" was the first question Severus asked.
"She's fine," reassured Dumbledore. "Just a little concussion."
Severus moved restlessly around his classroom. Jerkily, he arranged the potion bottles on his desk. "I should have been there," he said harshly, not looking at Dumbledore. "I should have known."
"You knew nothing," said Dumbledore firmly. "There was nothing you could have done," he added more gently when Severus still couldn't look at him.
Severus paused and leaned on his desk, his head down. "She could have died," he said softly.
"But she didn't," Dumbledore said. "She lived."
Dumbledore left the dungeons in a swirl of silver robes. Seveurs sank into his chair, his head in his hands. His shoulders shook as shooting paints of guilt stabbed through him - pain matched only by the throbbing in his arm as the Dark Mark burned.
"Erin," said a distant voice. It was Harry.
"Erin, wake up."
Erin blinked. "Too early," she muttered, stuffing her head under the fluffy pillows.
"Oh no, you don't," said Harry, yanking the pillows off.
Erin looked up to see Harry grinning down at her. On either side of him, a freckled boy and a bush-haired girl also stared.
Harry grinned even more broadly, relieved that Erin was okay. "You silly git," he said. "It's eleven o'clock in the morning."
"You're kidding," said Erin groggily.
"No, he isn't," said the girl, glancing at a wristwatch. A very strange wristwatch, too, with moons and planets around the edges instead of numbers. "Actually, it's eleven ten."
"Oh, knock it off, Hermione," grumbled the freckled boy. He stuck his hand out to Erin, who shook it. "I'm Ron, by the way, Ron Weasley. And this here's Hermione."
"Hermione Granger," said Hermione primly, also shaking Erin's hand.
"Erin Cooper," said Erin. She was beginning to feel more awake. She looked at Ron and Hermione curiously. "I've heard a lot about you," she said eagerly, recalling the stories Harry had told her. She felt a pang of envy - Harry had had such great adventures with them.
"Not too much, I hope," joked Ron. Hermione looked at her watch again. "Almost lunch," Hermione said. At this, Ron's stomach growled loudly, and they all laughed.
"Come on," said Harry, helping Erin climb out of bed. Erin was dressed in a very lacy nightgown that fell only to her knees, so Hermione helped Erin into a robe. Dressed comfortably, Erin was grateful that Harry was helping her down the stairs. She still felt rather dizzy.
"What happened, anyway?" Erin asked as she and Harry slowly descended. The others were already in the kitchen.
"You had a concussion," said Harry. "After you knocked that Death Eater out."
Suddenly Erin stopped dead. "Harry," she whispered. "I - I used magic!"
"Yeah," said Harry with a grin. "Now I won't have to worry about the Ministry coming after me for teaching you."
"Yippee!" shouted Erin. She suddenly hugged Harry around the middle very tightly.
"Erin - can't - breathe," Harry choked.
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" Erin shouted. She released Harry, who fell backwards, and ran the rest of the way down the stairs. Fred and George opened their door and stared out at Harry, who was collapsed against a step.
"I thought she was sick," said Fred.
"So did I," said Harry with a groan, holding his ribs.
"Women," said George, shaking his head.
Angelina was captured by Voldemort and forced to become his mistress. They had one child, Erin, whom Angelina hid in America. Voldemort does not know (yet) that he has a daughter. Angelina and Severus fell in love and became spies against Voldemort together. When Angelina died, Severus became Erin's legal guardian. No, he is not actually her biological father, but he's beginning to think of her in that way.
The man with red hair that tried to rescue Harry at the end of Chapter 6 was Mr. Weasley. (Hence "what hair he had left was a fiery red" - sorry I wasn't more specific!)
I apologize for any grammar mistakes I have made. When you see something like "infusion of wormwood.powdered root of asphodel.a potion, right?" please excuse my computer. I originally meant for those to be dot, dot, dot, like a pause in the sentence, but the computer (not me!) keeps messing up. Sorry!
So, anyway, you're all bored with me talking by now, so I might as well update the next chapter. Thanks again for all the great reviews!
P.S. - can anyone tell me what the Slytherin Society is?
Meanwhile, in the story -
"Is she all right?" was the first question Severus asked.
"She's fine," reassured Dumbledore. "Just a little concussion."
Severus moved restlessly around his classroom. Jerkily, he arranged the potion bottles on his desk. "I should have been there," he said harshly, not looking at Dumbledore. "I should have known."
"You knew nothing," said Dumbledore firmly. "There was nothing you could have done," he added more gently when Severus still couldn't look at him.
Severus paused and leaned on his desk, his head down. "She could have died," he said softly.
"But she didn't," Dumbledore said. "She lived."
Dumbledore left the dungeons in a swirl of silver robes. Seveurs sank into his chair, his head in his hands. His shoulders shook as shooting paints of guilt stabbed through him - pain matched only by the throbbing in his arm as the Dark Mark burned.
"Erin," said a distant voice. It was Harry.
"Erin, wake up."
Erin blinked. "Too early," she muttered, stuffing her head under the fluffy pillows.
"Oh no, you don't," said Harry, yanking the pillows off.
Erin looked up to see Harry grinning down at her. On either side of him, a freckled boy and a bush-haired girl also stared.
Harry grinned even more broadly, relieved that Erin was okay. "You silly git," he said. "It's eleven o'clock in the morning."
"You're kidding," said Erin groggily.
"No, he isn't," said the girl, glancing at a wristwatch. A very strange wristwatch, too, with moons and planets around the edges instead of numbers. "Actually, it's eleven ten."
"Oh, knock it off, Hermione," grumbled the freckled boy. He stuck his hand out to Erin, who shook it. "I'm Ron, by the way, Ron Weasley. And this here's Hermione."
"Hermione Granger," said Hermione primly, also shaking Erin's hand.
"Erin Cooper," said Erin. She was beginning to feel more awake. She looked at Ron and Hermione curiously. "I've heard a lot about you," she said eagerly, recalling the stories Harry had told her. She felt a pang of envy - Harry had had such great adventures with them.
"Not too much, I hope," joked Ron. Hermione looked at her watch again. "Almost lunch," Hermione said. At this, Ron's stomach growled loudly, and they all laughed.
"Come on," said Harry, helping Erin climb out of bed. Erin was dressed in a very lacy nightgown that fell only to her knees, so Hermione helped Erin into a robe. Dressed comfortably, Erin was grateful that Harry was helping her down the stairs. She still felt rather dizzy.
"What happened, anyway?" Erin asked as she and Harry slowly descended. The others were already in the kitchen.
"You had a concussion," said Harry. "After you knocked that Death Eater out."
Suddenly Erin stopped dead. "Harry," she whispered. "I - I used magic!"
"Yeah," said Harry with a grin. "Now I won't have to worry about the Ministry coming after me for teaching you."
"Yippee!" shouted Erin. She suddenly hugged Harry around the middle very tightly.
"Erin - can't - breathe," Harry choked.
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" Erin shouted. She released Harry, who fell backwards, and ran the rest of the way down the stairs. Fred and George opened their door and stared out at Harry, who was collapsed against a step.
"I thought she was sick," said Fred.
"So did I," said Harry with a groan, holding his ribs.
"Women," said George, shaking his head.