A Dangerous Love
By: QuillHolder
Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I DO NOT own JK Rowling's characters. Sophie and her family are my characters, and any others I mention that Rowling hasn't. The plots mine too.
Thank you if you reviewed.
Thank you to everyone!
Warning to all those with..how shall we say, delicate ears?.. Sophie is developing quite a dirty little mouth, seeing as how she has so many bothers and all...
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Chapter Ten: Speaking to Father
Sophie listened to her drone on about communicating through such and such and so and so. She was already regretting taking this class. Maybe she could change and take whatever Hermione was taking?
"Sophie!" she heard someone whisper, but neither Harry nor Ron was talking to her. She glanced around the room. Everyone who wasn't paying close attention to the Professor was nigh to asleep. It was apparent that none of them had talked to her. Harry had opened the window a few minutes ago but no one could be there.
"Sophia." They whispered louder and more harshly. Harry's hand shot to his forehead, which was burning. He looked around. 'No' he thought 'No, just my imagination.' And went back to pretending to listen.
"Sophie!" the voice demanded. Sophie's eyes grew large any round. It was Him! She looked down at her necklace. It wasn't glowing.
"You hear me don't you?" the voice asked, and the necklace glowed only faintly as He talked.
"Oh God!" Sophie whispered. Harry was again holding his forehead. Sophie shot out of her chair, over turning it and ran to the ladder.
"Miss Dumbledore, where are.." Asked Professor Trelawney, but Sophie was down the ladder and running for her uncle's office.
"Why are you running?" asked the voice, followed by a loud cackle. This only served to make her feet fly faster. She skidded to a halt in front the goblin. "Oh, oh, oh what did he say the password was?"
"What's wrong my dear?" the voice asked sarcastically.
"CHOCOLATE FROG!" she bellowed trying to drown out the horrid laughter she was sure only she heard. The goblin moved out of her way and she ran up the stairs and threw the door open, not bothering to knock. Her uncle was talking to Professor Snape who glared at her.
She stood there, tears rolling down her face as the voice said. "Now why come to him, Sophia?"
"Arrg!" she screamed pressing the palms of her hands tightly against her ears, trying to drown him out.
"Now, now. You know that wont work. I've talked to you before. Do you not remember?" Sophie gasped. She did remember!
She was only four at the time and her family was on vacation somewhere in Africa. She had wondered off into the jungle and a snake had come up to her. It had said "Sophia! You are here!" and she had run to her aunt screaming. Alexander had gone looking for the snake but it was nowhere to be found.
"That was you?" she asked.
"Yes!" the voice hissed.
"Sophie! What is wrong?" Her uncle yelled. Sophie sank to the floor crying.
"It's Him! It's Voldemort!" she yelled, but her uncle didn't understand.
"Speak in English Sophie!" he commanded.
"What?" she asked. Speak in English? Wasn't she? Had she accidentally lapsed into French or Italian?
"No, my darling daughter. Do you not know what you are speaking in? Parsltounge! That's what I'm speaking to you in. You have been talking to me back in it. You just spoke to your uncle in it!" and he laughed once again.
She opened her mouth and commanded herself to talk in English. "Uncle Albus, its Him! Voldemort!"
"What about him?" Albus asked. He noticed before she had begun hissing like a snake her necklace would faintly glow.
"He's in my head! Talking to me!" she cried.
"That's right." Voldemort said inside her head.
"Stop it, damn you!" she hissed back. "You get the hell out of my freaking head you ass hole!"
"Now my dear, no need for that!" he hissed. Albus and Severus could do no more than sit by and listen helplessly to Sophie hiss back at her tormentor.
"I said OUT NOW!!" she bellowed.
"No, I think not."
"What is it you want!" she cried.
"You are my daughter. My heir. I want you to rule with me. Together we shall be great!"
"Are you out of your freaking mind?"she asked incredulously. "I don't want a damn thing to do with you."
"You don't have a choice." He insisted.
"Oh yes I do!" she took out her wand and pointed it at her head. Her uncle took a step toward her but she threw up her other hand in silent command for him to stay back. "Get out now!"
"You can't hurt me. You know better. I am not really inside your head."
"Tell me, what good will it do if you heir blows her freaking head up? I'm not good to you dead, Voldemort." She shook her wand. "Now get out."
"Today I shall indulge you." He said his voice getting quieter, as if he were walking away. "You know ruling with me you shall have all you want for the taking!" and with that he was gone. Sophie stood and ran to her uncle who put his arms around her.
"Was she really..?" Snape asked.
"Yes Severus." Sophie was sobbing on her uncle's shoulder. "What did he say, Sophia?"
"That I was his heir and he wanted me to rule with him and he taunted me for coming to you when he talked to me." She said in a rush. She wasn't event thinking about Snape being in the room. He didn't look surprised though. Dumbledore had just been explaining it to him.
"How did you get him to leave you alone?"
"I threatened to blow my head up."
"What?!?" her uncle asked.
"Well, a dead heir is no heir at all. He said he would indulge me today and leave."
"Would you really have done it?"
"What?"
"Blown your head up?"
"If I had been forced to. I would rather die than be any part of him." She stated empathetically.
"Well, your divination class is over now. I do believe you have potions this afternoon?"
"Yes sir."
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TBC, of course
A/N: There you go. Scary huh? Actually *grins mischievously* wait until the next bombshell...Its not what you are expecting, I'm sure! *Looks around for people reading* If there is any kind hearted soul out there who would be nice enough to e-mail the dunce *points to herself* and explain just how to use italics on here, she would very much appreciate it. maggebradshaw@msn.com
Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I DO NOT own JK Rowling's characters. Sophie and her family are my characters, and any others I mention that Rowling hasn't. The plots mine too.
Thank you if you reviewed.
Thank you to everyone!
Warning to all those with..how shall we say, delicate ears?.. Sophie is developing quite a dirty little mouth, seeing as how she has so many bothers and all...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Ten: Speaking to Father
Sophie listened to her drone on about communicating through such and such and so and so. She was already regretting taking this class. Maybe she could change and take whatever Hermione was taking?
"Sophie!" she heard someone whisper, but neither Harry nor Ron was talking to her. She glanced around the room. Everyone who wasn't paying close attention to the Professor was nigh to asleep. It was apparent that none of them had talked to her. Harry had opened the window a few minutes ago but no one could be there.
"Sophia." They whispered louder and more harshly. Harry's hand shot to his forehead, which was burning. He looked around. 'No' he thought 'No, just my imagination.' And went back to pretending to listen.
"Sophie!" the voice demanded. Sophie's eyes grew large any round. It was Him! She looked down at her necklace. It wasn't glowing.
"You hear me don't you?" the voice asked, and the necklace glowed only faintly as He talked.
"Oh God!" Sophie whispered. Harry was again holding his forehead. Sophie shot out of her chair, over turning it and ran to the ladder.
"Miss Dumbledore, where are.." Asked Professor Trelawney, but Sophie was down the ladder and running for her uncle's office.
"Why are you running?" asked the voice, followed by a loud cackle. This only served to make her feet fly faster. She skidded to a halt in front the goblin. "Oh, oh, oh what did he say the password was?"
"What's wrong my dear?" the voice asked sarcastically.
"CHOCOLATE FROG!" she bellowed trying to drown out the horrid laughter she was sure only she heard. The goblin moved out of her way and she ran up the stairs and threw the door open, not bothering to knock. Her uncle was talking to Professor Snape who glared at her.
She stood there, tears rolling down her face as the voice said. "Now why come to him, Sophia?"
"Arrg!" she screamed pressing the palms of her hands tightly against her ears, trying to drown him out.
"Now, now. You know that wont work. I've talked to you before. Do you not remember?" Sophie gasped. She did remember!
She was only four at the time and her family was on vacation somewhere in Africa. She had wondered off into the jungle and a snake had come up to her. It had said "Sophia! You are here!" and she had run to her aunt screaming. Alexander had gone looking for the snake but it was nowhere to be found.
"That was you?" she asked.
"Yes!" the voice hissed.
"Sophie! What is wrong?" Her uncle yelled. Sophie sank to the floor crying.
"It's Him! It's Voldemort!" she yelled, but her uncle didn't understand.
"Speak in English Sophie!" he commanded.
"What?" she asked. Speak in English? Wasn't she? Had she accidentally lapsed into French or Italian?
"No, my darling daughter. Do you not know what you are speaking in? Parsltounge! That's what I'm speaking to you in. You have been talking to me back in it. You just spoke to your uncle in it!" and he laughed once again.
She opened her mouth and commanded herself to talk in English. "Uncle Albus, its Him! Voldemort!"
"What about him?" Albus asked. He noticed before she had begun hissing like a snake her necklace would faintly glow.
"He's in my head! Talking to me!" she cried.
"That's right." Voldemort said inside her head.
"Stop it, damn you!" she hissed back. "You get the hell out of my freaking head you ass hole!"
"Now my dear, no need for that!" he hissed. Albus and Severus could do no more than sit by and listen helplessly to Sophie hiss back at her tormentor.
"I said OUT NOW!!" she bellowed.
"No, I think not."
"What is it you want!" she cried.
"You are my daughter. My heir. I want you to rule with me. Together we shall be great!"
"Are you out of your freaking mind?"she asked incredulously. "I don't want a damn thing to do with you."
"You don't have a choice." He insisted.
"Oh yes I do!" she took out her wand and pointed it at her head. Her uncle took a step toward her but she threw up her other hand in silent command for him to stay back. "Get out now!"
"You can't hurt me. You know better. I am not really inside your head."
"Tell me, what good will it do if you heir blows her freaking head up? I'm not good to you dead, Voldemort." She shook her wand. "Now get out."
"Today I shall indulge you." He said his voice getting quieter, as if he were walking away. "You know ruling with me you shall have all you want for the taking!" and with that he was gone. Sophie stood and ran to her uncle who put his arms around her.
"Was she really..?" Snape asked.
"Yes Severus." Sophie was sobbing on her uncle's shoulder. "What did he say, Sophia?"
"That I was his heir and he wanted me to rule with him and he taunted me for coming to you when he talked to me." She said in a rush. She wasn't event thinking about Snape being in the room. He didn't look surprised though. Dumbledore had just been explaining it to him.
"How did you get him to leave you alone?"
"I threatened to blow my head up."
"What?!?" her uncle asked.
"Well, a dead heir is no heir at all. He said he would indulge me today and leave."
"Would you really have done it?"
"What?"
"Blown your head up?"
"If I had been forced to. I would rather die than be any part of him." She stated empathetically.
"Well, your divination class is over now. I do believe you have potions this afternoon?"
"Yes sir."
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TBC, of course
A/N: There you go. Scary huh? Actually *grins mischievously* wait until the next bombshell...Its not what you are expecting, I'm sure! *Looks around for people reading* If there is any kind hearted soul out there who would be nice enough to e-mail the dunce *points to herself* and explain just how to use italics on here, she would very much appreciate it. maggebradshaw@msn.com
