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That night, Rori couldn't sleep a wink. She felt like she was coming down with something. She felt hot and her skin was crawling. Lying in bed and extremely bored, she decided to explore her new home. Throwing one of her many purple robes on and sliding into her plush slippers, Rori exited her room only to find her living room completely trashed. She wanted to scream, but she in far too much shock to utter anything.
The new books were lying in pieces all over the floor, the window panes were cracked, the curtains and couch were slashed. During her horrific examination of the room, Rori stopped dead in front of the fireplace. Floating above the mantle, was an envelope, covered in blood. Slowly, hands violently shaking, she reached out and grabbed the envelope. Trembling, she carefully tore it open, the blood staining her fingertips. The letter read:
Revenge is only sweet for those who seek it.
That was all; the sentence was simple, but powerful. She examined the blood-stained letter more closely to find something else written on the back:
This is not my blood. This is not my blood.
Panic stricken, Rori stuffed the letter in her pocket and began to search for her wand.
"Please be here! Please be here! Ah-ha! There you are!" she picked up her wand, grabbed a lantern that was hanging by the door, and went cautiously into the dark hallway.
"Fierio," she whispered, as flames flew out of her wand and into the lantern. She walked down the hallway only a few paces when she realized that she never owned a wand before. Grimacing to herself, she realized she must have sub-consciously picked up the ability to use it from Lucius. Could he have done this? No, because from what she remembered hearing from Dumbledore (at least when she decided to ignore Snape trying to communicate with her) was that no one can simple enter Hogwarts grounds, it was very secure. "Then it must be from someone from the school," she thought. But who would do such a thing? No one really knew here, yet.
Her nose began to tingle and Rori rubbed it incessantly before realizing that she was not alone in the hallway. It may have been dark and empty, but every time her nose itched, Rori knew something was not quite right. She looked up and down the hall and set her eyes on a figure silhouetted by moonlight at the far end of the corridor.
"Who's there?" Rori demanded, as she quickly walked towards the figure, which then took off down another corridor. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" she said, as she began to run after it. The lantern she was carrying was far too heavy for her to run at full speed, so when she was close enough, Rori raised her wand and ropes shot out and tangled themselves around the figure. "You!" she shouted, when she raised the lantern. It was Harry, the boy from the train, and he looked terrified. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
"Who on earth are you talking to, Professor?" came a voice from behind. Rori spun around to see Snape. "And what are you doing wandering around? I would have thought that considering wh--."
"I was wandering around because SOMEONE," she shot a look of accusation at Harry, who was now cowering, white as a ghost, behind her, "decided it would be FUNNY to vandalize the new professor's room!"
"Really?" Snape responded with a sympathetic frown. "And who would this..culprit, be?"
"Him! Harry! Yes, that's right," she said, turning back to him, pointing, "I remember your name and your face!"
Snape's eyebrows were raised. "Potter? Well, I'm not surprised, that boy doesn't know how to behave. But where is he?"
"Right there!" Rori pointed to the exact spot he was standing in.
Snape gave her a quizzical look and walked toward Harry, hand outstretched. Snape grasped Harry's head and pulled off the cloak he was wearing. Rori couldn't recall seeing that man so happy since she met him, granted, she didn't meet him too long ago.
"Well, Mr. Potter," he sneered, "Lucky for us, Professor Fitzgerald here, can see right through your little invisibility cloak." His smile broadened. "Now there is no way for you to hide. He vandalized your room, did you say?"
"Yes, well, I didn't see him, but who else would have done that?"
"I didn't do--," Harry began.
"Silence boy!" hissed Snape.
"Probably getting back at me for not letting him finish Lucius' son off on the train, that little shit," she mumbled the last bit, referring to Draco.
Snape looked shocked, but continued.
"Well, well, Potter. There are no excuses now. Imagine how upset the Headmaster will be when he finds out he was woken up because his 'special little Gryffindor' was YET AGAIN breaking the rules!"
Dumbledore looked extremely angry, and tired. Snape was right when he said he would not be pleased.
"Harry, please, tell me why you were wandering around the school."
"He was--," Snape started, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him and looked at Harry.
"Go on, Harry," he said, glancing back at Snape who looked menacing.
"I was, uhhh, hungry, so I ehh, decided to try and find the kitchens," Harry said, squirming under three pairs of eyes bearing down on him.
"Liar," Rori whispered.
"Now, what is your story, Professor?" asked Dumbledore.
Rori told him about her room and how she found him wandering the dark corridor.
"He was wearing this, Headmaster," said Snape, producing Harry's invisibility cloak from his side.
"I see," Dumbledore was clearly thinking it all over in his mind.
"I swear I didn't!" came Harry's now shaking voice.
"I believe you, Harry," he said, and at that moment, both Snape and Rori lifted their arms in anger and began to shout simultaneously. Rori blurted out bits about how he should be punished for what he had done and what had occurred on the train; Snape began to list all of the trouble Harry had ever caused since he stepped foot in Hogwarts, throwing in reasons for his expulsion.
"Now both of you be quiet!" Dumbledore shouted, shutting both of them up.
"You will receive three detentions for your actions. I know that I am not head of your house, but I have a feeling Professor McGonagall will be furious with me as well if I were to disturb her slumber. One of those detentions you will spend cleaning Professor Fitzgerald's quarters, the others will be decided by Professor McGonagall. Fifty points will be deducted, and I have no choice but to confiscate your invisibility cloak."
Rori could see that Harry was heartbroken, and Dumbledore did not look pleased that he had to take his cloak.
"Severus, Miss Fitzgeral, you are dismissed. Thank you for you assistance, I must have a few words with Harry alone. Oh! But before you go," Dumbledore said, reaching into his desk and pulled out two roles of parchment and handed them to both Severus and Rori. Snape handed back the cloak upon receiving the roll, and they both turned and left.
That night, Rori couldn't sleep a wink. She felt like she was coming down with something. She felt hot and her skin was crawling. Lying in bed and extremely bored, she decided to explore her new home. Throwing one of her many purple robes on and sliding into her plush slippers, Rori exited her room only to find her living room completely trashed. She wanted to scream, but she in far too much shock to utter anything.
The new books were lying in pieces all over the floor, the window panes were cracked, the curtains and couch were slashed. During her horrific examination of the room, Rori stopped dead in front of the fireplace. Floating above the mantle, was an envelope, covered in blood. Slowly, hands violently shaking, she reached out and grabbed the envelope. Trembling, she carefully tore it open, the blood staining her fingertips. The letter read:
Revenge is only sweet for those who seek it.
That was all; the sentence was simple, but powerful. She examined the blood-stained letter more closely to find something else written on the back:
This is not my blood. This is not my blood.
Panic stricken, Rori stuffed the letter in her pocket and began to search for her wand.
"Please be here! Please be here! Ah-ha! There you are!" she picked up her wand, grabbed a lantern that was hanging by the door, and went cautiously into the dark hallway.
"Fierio," she whispered, as flames flew out of her wand and into the lantern. She walked down the hallway only a few paces when she realized that she never owned a wand before. Grimacing to herself, she realized she must have sub-consciously picked up the ability to use it from Lucius. Could he have done this? No, because from what she remembered hearing from Dumbledore (at least when she decided to ignore Snape trying to communicate with her) was that no one can simple enter Hogwarts grounds, it was very secure. "Then it must be from someone from the school," she thought. But who would do such a thing? No one really knew here, yet.
Her nose began to tingle and Rori rubbed it incessantly before realizing that she was not alone in the hallway. It may have been dark and empty, but every time her nose itched, Rori knew something was not quite right. She looked up and down the hall and set her eyes on a figure silhouetted by moonlight at the far end of the corridor.
"Who's there?" Rori demanded, as she quickly walked towards the figure, which then took off down another corridor. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" she said, as she began to run after it. The lantern she was carrying was far too heavy for her to run at full speed, so when she was close enough, Rori raised her wand and ropes shot out and tangled themselves around the figure. "You!" she shouted, when she raised the lantern. It was Harry, the boy from the train, and he looked terrified. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
"Who on earth are you talking to, Professor?" came a voice from behind. Rori spun around to see Snape. "And what are you doing wandering around? I would have thought that considering wh--."
"I was wandering around because SOMEONE," she shot a look of accusation at Harry, who was now cowering, white as a ghost, behind her, "decided it would be FUNNY to vandalize the new professor's room!"
"Really?" Snape responded with a sympathetic frown. "And who would this..culprit, be?"
"Him! Harry! Yes, that's right," she said, turning back to him, pointing, "I remember your name and your face!"
Snape's eyebrows were raised. "Potter? Well, I'm not surprised, that boy doesn't know how to behave. But where is he?"
"Right there!" Rori pointed to the exact spot he was standing in.
Snape gave her a quizzical look and walked toward Harry, hand outstretched. Snape grasped Harry's head and pulled off the cloak he was wearing. Rori couldn't recall seeing that man so happy since she met him, granted, she didn't meet him too long ago.
"Well, Mr. Potter," he sneered, "Lucky for us, Professor Fitzgerald here, can see right through your little invisibility cloak." His smile broadened. "Now there is no way for you to hide. He vandalized your room, did you say?"
"Yes, well, I didn't see him, but who else would have done that?"
"I didn't do--," Harry began.
"Silence boy!" hissed Snape.
"Probably getting back at me for not letting him finish Lucius' son off on the train, that little shit," she mumbled the last bit, referring to Draco.
Snape looked shocked, but continued.
"Well, well, Potter. There are no excuses now. Imagine how upset the Headmaster will be when he finds out he was woken up because his 'special little Gryffindor' was YET AGAIN breaking the rules!"
Dumbledore looked extremely angry, and tired. Snape was right when he said he would not be pleased.
"Harry, please, tell me why you were wandering around the school."
"He was--," Snape started, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him and looked at Harry.
"Go on, Harry," he said, glancing back at Snape who looked menacing.
"I was, uhhh, hungry, so I ehh, decided to try and find the kitchens," Harry said, squirming under three pairs of eyes bearing down on him.
"Liar," Rori whispered.
"Now, what is your story, Professor?" asked Dumbledore.
Rori told him about her room and how she found him wandering the dark corridor.
"He was wearing this, Headmaster," said Snape, producing Harry's invisibility cloak from his side.
"I see," Dumbledore was clearly thinking it all over in his mind.
"I swear I didn't!" came Harry's now shaking voice.
"I believe you, Harry," he said, and at that moment, both Snape and Rori lifted their arms in anger and began to shout simultaneously. Rori blurted out bits about how he should be punished for what he had done and what had occurred on the train; Snape began to list all of the trouble Harry had ever caused since he stepped foot in Hogwarts, throwing in reasons for his expulsion.
"Now both of you be quiet!" Dumbledore shouted, shutting both of them up.
"You will receive three detentions for your actions. I know that I am not head of your house, but I have a feeling Professor McGonagall will be furious with me as well if I were to disturb her slumber. One of those detentions you will spend cleaning Professor Fitzgerald's quarters, the others will be decided by Professor McGonagall. Fifty points will be deducted, and I have no choice but to confiscate your invisibility cloak."
Rori could see that Harry was heartbroken, and Dumbledore did not look pleased that he had to take his cloak.
"Severus, Miss Fitzgeral, you are dismissed. Thank you for you assistance, I must have a few words with Harry alone. Oh! But before you go," Dumbledore said, reaching into his desk and pulled out two roles of parchment and handed them to both Severus and Rori. Snape handed back the cloak upon receiving the roll, and they both turned and left.