"Hermione? Do you think that I'm weird? Because I can speak to animals I mean." hesitantly Daine asked the only friend she could ask without being laughed at.
"No! It's brilliant! I wouldn't have known where my tights were unless you had asked Crookshanks. It's so cool that you can talk to animals. It is not weird. Why? What's brought this on?" A thoughtful look passed over Hermione's face.
"Just something Malfoy said yesterday. He said that I don't belong here and that I should be back with the other weirdos. It doesn't matter though." Despite acting far older than her years Daine had all the insecurities of a young teen.
"Ignore him. He's an absolute plonker. It's a wonder McGonnagal hasn't transfigured him yet. Speaking of McGonnagal and transfiguration I do believe that you have lessons. So off you go. I'll make sure Cub and Blackpaw get fed." Even though it was already nine o'clock both wolves were still sleeping. Hermione, as she had passed her final exams in her sixth year, had a free days every so often and made sure that the animals were cared for properly.
"Thanks. See you later." Nodding Hermione returned to the dusty book.
Lifting Kit up from her lap Daine set her on the floor and left the common room to pick up her books for the day. With Kitten in tow Daine made her way to McGonnagal's classroom. Still munching on a piece of toast Harriet waved over Daine and grinned at her as she sat down. Because Daine's magic did not allow her to wield a wand or perform any simple spell she studied the theory of transfiguration and made sure all the strange animals in McGonnagal's classroom were happy and content. The double lesson passed quickly and quite boringly apart from when Liam Preston turned Louise Donaldson into a golden thimble. Despite how curious she always was Kit never failed to amuse herself in Daine's classes. Unlike the wolves and Braane she couldn't stand to be apart from Daine.
As the bell rang McGonnagal asked Daine to stay behind for a moment.
"I don't suppose you could help me with something?"
"What professor?" Daine shifted her bag to a more comfortable position.
"Well, Graeme. My cat, remember? Well he seems to be off his food and I was wondering if you could have a look at him. If it wouldn't be too much bother."
"Of course professor. Where is he?" In answer McGonnagal left the room and re-entered a few moments later carrying Graeme. Daine took the young cat from McGonnagal's arms and gently stroked his head.
"Oh you poor thing." Crooning gently to the cat Daine burnt out the mucus that was coating Graeme's windpipe and lungs. When he swallowed food, his food pipe would expand and press into the tender windpipe and so put him off eating. The reason for the goo seemed to be a cold from a few days back, which had left all of the phlegm.
"There you go. Good as new." Smiling slightly Daine knelt and released Graeme from her arms.
"Oh thank you Miss Sarrasri. 10 points to Gryffindor."
"Ten points? But I didn't-"
"Hush. You deserve those points." A smile tugged at the edges of her lips, "Plus Slytherin are catching us up." Shaking her head, Daine said her goodbyes and hurried to find her friends before her next two lessons.
***
"Will you all shut up and get on with your work." The chattering that had been echoing around the potion's classroom immediately stopped. When Snape began to speak in that lazily soft voice there was bound to be trouble unless you did what he said.
Heads of all colours drew closer to their work and the only sound to be heard was the scratch of Snape's quill marking a unsuspecting seventh year class' surprise test.
With Kit curled up on her lap it was rather hard for Daine to get one with her work. The fact that her potion was pink when it was supposed to be bronze didn't help either. Harriet nudged her arm out of the way and the sound of a chunk of ginger thudding at the bottom of the cauldron resounded around the room. Daine gently stirred the, now bronze, potion as Harriet prepared the frog's skin.
Unlike most other lessons, potions seemed to go on and on and on, it never ended, it just carried on, no matter how many times surreptitious glances were cast to the plain black clock time never speeded up. As the lesson dragged on most of the minds of the students wandered to other matters.
Watching the class carefully Snape smirked. He had counted on the class' inatentiveness (A/N. Sp?). Ever since he had begun to teach the advanced versions of last year's curriculum potions the class had begun to take no notice of him at all. They all believd they knew the material.
So he had decided earlier on in the week to show them how important it was to stay alert at all time when dealing with potions. Especially pain reducing potions, as, if too much or too little of any ingredient was added, it could produce a potion that did the exact opposite of receding pain.
Why he had chosen to do this he didn't quite know. Over the week he had singled out a student who always kept their pet mouse with them. He had chosen to test the potion on the mouse. That way everyone would be shown just what could happen if anything went wrong in a potion. To see any creature that had drank even a droplet of the potion he was counting on one of the third years to create was enough to put anyone off their food for a few hours.
***
"Due to the lack of work I assume you have all finished and so I shall test one of your potions." Pale faces stared at each other. They all knew that no one had actually finished the potion.
"Mr. Voigt. Bring your potion here. I believe you own a mouse? Then bring it up here also." Snape, still sitting at his desk, watched while Ben Voigt brought a large brown mouse and a small vial of a blue potion. The slow approach of Ben annoyed Snape. Strumming his fingers on the wooden surface of his desk, Snape glared at the class. Eventually the short boy managed to reach the desk at the front of the room.
Snape took the mouse from the shaking hands of the Gryffindor and placed it onto the desk. Absentmindedly he noticed that the small rodent was unusually quiet and still. Its quivering nose was pointing to the left of the classroom. Deftly Snape squeezed both sides of the mouse's jaw. Using a small glass pipette he administered exactly seven drops of the pain-intensifying potion.
"As you can see with no pain to be reduced no immediate effects can be seen. However if the potion was brewed correctly this little mouse won't feel a thing-" Snape stopped. He knew that the potion had been brewed wrongly and so the mouse should be experiencing extreme pain from just standing on the rough surface of his desk. Yet it was showing absolutely no signs of any kind of discomfort. No squeaking, no twitching. Just nothing, at all.
Grinding his teeth Snape placed a few more droplets into the mouse. Still nothing. Trying to rationalise his thoughts Snape recalled from last year's third year's attempt that the potion often took much longer than it should to work.
"The potion needs time to take effect." Said Snape curtly. Snape rested his pointed chin on his steepled fingers. Allowing his thoughts to drift Snape did not hear the first squeak of pain. Then there was another. Then a series of muffled cries came. None of the sounds seemed to have come from a mouse though. A soft thump came from the back of the room. Snape's smooth brow creased in confusion. He lifted his head and his eyes widened in confusion and horror.
Daine was on the floor. Her knees were under her chin. Her face was creased in pain. Tiny tears slipped from the sides of her eyes. Snape's mind reeled back to the conversation he had last night with Daine. He was sure there she had said something about feeling another animal's pain.
His brain slotted the pieces into place. While doing so he pushed his chair sharply back and half ran into his personal potion storeroom. His eyes swept over the rows and rows of coloured vials. His gaze fell on the row of third year potions and antidotes to them. He grabbed the correct one. Without a thought to the other bottles he had knocked over with his long sleeves.
Striding to the curly haired girl he sat back on his heels and flicked the cork out of the neck of the bottle. He sneaked one hand underneath her neck to sit her up. With the other large, strong hand he took a hold of Daine's lower jaw. Quickly he poured in half of the bottle. Closing her mouth Snape rubbed her throat to stimulate the neck muscles to swallow the potion. For a moment her body stopped shaking but then the convulsions restarted. Cries that tore at Snape carried on coming.
Then the proverbial lightbulb pinged. Gently he lay Daine back on the floor and knelt by his desk. Roughly he swept the mouse into his hand. Not nearly so gently as he had before he opened the mouse's mouth and poured the rest of the bottle over the mouse. Hopefully some of the liquid had gone into the wide-open mouth.
Pushing himself up Snape crouched by Daine's side. Her lashes shuddered. Vacant blue eyes stared at the ceiling.
"Numair?" Daine whispered hoarsely before her eyes snapped shut. Snape sighed softly. He slid his other hand under her knees and stood up.
"Class dismissed." Elbowing a few pupils out of the way Snape made his way up to the Hospital Wing. Chuckling quietly, Snape wryly thought about how he always seemed to be carrying Miss Sarrasri up to the Hospital Wing.
*****
Okay, so it was another totally stupid and pointless little plot twist, but I just wanted to have a reason for Sev to go all 'sorry'. Well um yeah. So review! Please!!!! also sorry about the crappy ending but I'm really tired and still feel groggy!
-x-Kylaia-x-
"No! It's brilliant! I wouldn't have known where my tights were unless you had asked Crookshanks. It's so cool that you can talk to animals. It is not weird. Why? What's brought this on?" A thoughtful look passed over Hermione's face.
"Just something Malfoy said yesterday. He said that I don't belong here and that I should be back with the other weirdos. It doesn't matter though." Despite acting far older than her years Daine had all the insecurities of a young teen.
"Ignore him. He's an absolute plonker. It's a wonder McGonnagal hasn't transfigured him yet. Speaking of McGonnagal and transfiguration I do believe that you have lessons. So off you go. I'll make sure Cub and Blackpaw get fed." Even though it was already nine o'clock both wolves were still sleeping. Hermione, as she had passed her final exams in her sixth year, had a free days every so often and made sure that the animals were cared for properly.
"Thanks. See you later." Nodding Hermione returned to the dusty book.
Lifting Kit up from her lap Daine set her on the floor and left the common room to pick up her books for the day. With Kitten in tow Daine made her way to McGonnagal's classroom. Still munching on a piece of toast Harriet waved over Daine and grinned at her as she sat down. Because Daine's magic did not allow her to wield a wand or perform any simple spell she studied the theory of transfiguration and made sure all the strange animals in McGonnagal's classroom were happy and content. The double lesson passed quickly and quite boringly apart from when Liam Preston turned Louise Donaldson into a golden thimble. Despite how curious she always was Kit never failed to amuse herself in Daine's classes. Unlike the wolves and Braane she couldn't stand to be apart from Daine.
As the bell rang McGonnagal asked Daine to stay behind for a moment.
"I don't suppose you could help me with something?"
"What professor?" Daine shifted her bag to a more comfortable position.
"Well, Graeme. My cat, remember? Well he seems to be off his food and I was wondering if you could have a look at him. If it wouldn't be too much bother."
"Of course professor. Where is he?" In answer McGonnagal left the room and re-entered a few moments later carrying Graeme. Daine took the young cat from McGonnagal's arms and gently stroked his head.
"Oh you poor thing." Crooning gently to the cat Daine burnt out the mucus that was coating Graeme's windpipe and lungs. When he swallowed food, his food pipe would expand and press into the tender windpipe and so put him off eating. The reason for the goo seemed to be a cold from a few days back, which had left all of the phlegm.
"There you go. Good as new." Smiling slightly Daine knelt and released Graeme from her arms.
"Oh thank you Miss Sarrasri. 10 points to Gryffindor."
"Ten points? But I didn't-"
"Hush. You deserve those points." A smile tugged at the edges of her lips, "Plus Slytherin are catching us up." Shaking her head, Daine said her goodbyes and hurried to find her friends before her next two lessons.
***
"Will you all shut up and get on with your work." The chattering that had been echoing around the potion's classroom immediately stopped. When Snape began to speak in that lazily soft voice there was bound to be trouble unless you did what he said.
Heads of all colours drew closer to their work and the only sound to be heard was the scratch of Snape's quill marking a unsuspecting seventh year class' surprise test.
With Kit curled up on her lap it was rather hard for Daine to get one with her work. The fact that her potion was pink when it was supposed to be bronze didn't help either. Harriet nudged her arm out of the way and the sound of a chunk of ginger thudding at the bottom of the cauldron resounded around the room. Daine gently stirred the, now bronze, potion as Harriet prepared the frog's skin.
Unlike most other lessons, potions seemed to go on and on and on, it never ended, it just carried on, no matter how many times surreptitious glances were cast to the plain black clock time never speeded up. As the lesson dragged on most of the minds of the students wandered to other matters.
Watching the class carefully Snape smirked. He had counted on the class' inatentiveness (A/N. Sp?). Ever since he had begun to teach the advanced versions of last year's curriculum potions the class had begun to take no notice of him at all. They all believd they knew the material.
So he had decided earlier on in the week to show them how important it was to stay alert at all time when dealing with potions. Especially pain reducing potions, as, if too much or too little of any ingredient was added, it could produce a potion that did the exact opposite of receding pain.
Why he had chosen to do this he didn't quite know. Over the week he had singled out a student who always kept their pet mouse with them. He had chosen to test the potion on the mouse. That way everyone would be shown just what could happen if anything went wrong in a potion. To see any creature that had drank even a droplet of the potion he was counting on one of the third years to create was enough to put anyone off their food for a few hours.
***
"Due to the lack of work I assume you have all finished and so I shall test one of your potions." Pale faces stared at each other. They all knew that no one had actually finished the potion.
"Mr. Voigt. Bring your potion here. I believe you own a mouse? Then bring it up here also." Snape, still sitting at his desk, watched while Ben Voigt brought a large brown mouse and a small vial of a blue potion. The slow approach of Ben annoyed Snape. Strumming his fingers on the wooden surface of his desk, Snape glared at the class. Eventually the short boy managed to reach the desk at the front of the room.
Snape took the mouse from the shaking hands of the Gryffindor and placed it onto the desk. Absentmindedly he noticed that the small rodent was unusually quiet and still. Its quivering nose was pointing to the left of the classroom. Deftly Snape squeezed both sides of the mouse's jaw. Using a small glass pipette he administered exactly seven drops of the pain-intensifying potion.
"As you can see with no pain to be reduced no immediate effects can be seen. However if the potion was brewed correctly this little mouse won't feel a thing-" Snape stopped. He knew that the potion had been brewed wrongly and so the mouse should be experiencing extreme pain from just standing on the rough surface of his desk. Yet it was showing absolutely no signs of any kind of discomfort. No squeaking, no twitching. Just nothing, at all.
Grinding his teeth Snape placed a few more droplets into the mouse. Still nothing. Trying to rationalise his thoughts Snape recalled from last year's third year's attempt that the potion often took much longer than it should to work.
"The potion needs time to take effect." Said Snape curtly. Snape rested his pointed chin on his steepled fingers. Allowing his thoughts to drift Snape did not hear the first squeak of pain. Then there was another. Then a series of muffled cries came. None of the sounds seemed to have come from a mouse though. A soft thump came from the back of the room. Snape's smooth brow creased in confusion. He lifted his head and his eyes widened in confusion and horror.
Daine was on the floor. Her knees were under her chin. Her face was creased in pain. Tiny tears slipped from the sides of her eyes. Snape's mind reeled back to the conversation he had last night with Daine. He was sure there she had said something about feeling another animal's pain.
His brain slotted the pieces into place. While doing so he pushed his chair sharply back and half ran into his personal potion storeroom. His eyes swept over the rows and rows of coloured vials. His gaze fell on the row of third year potions and antidotes to them. He grabbed the correct one. Without a thought to the other bottles he had knocked over with his long sleeves.
Striding to the curly haired girl he sat back on his heels and flicked the cork out of the neck of the bottle. He sneaked one hand underneath her neck to sit her up. With the other large, strong hand he took a hold of Daine's lower jaw. Quickly he poured in half of the bottle. Closing her mouth Snape rubbed her throat to stimulate the neck muscles to swallow the potion. For a moment her body stopped shaking but then the convulsions restarted. Cries that tore at Snape carried on coming.
Then the proverbial lightbulb pinged. Gently he lay Daine back on the floor and knelt by his desk. Roughly he swept the mouse into his hand. Not nearly so gently as he had before he opened the mouse's mouth and poured the rest of the bottle over the mouse. Hopefully some of the liquid had gone into the wide-open mouth.
Pushing himself up Snape crouched by Daine's side. Her lashes shuddered. Vacant blue eyes stared at the ceiling.
"Numair?" Daine whispered hoarsely before her eyes snapped shut. Snape sighed softly. He slid his other hand under her knees and stood up.
"Class dismissed." Elbowing a few pupils out of the way Snape made his way up to the Hospital Wing. Chuckling quietly, Snape wryly thought about how he always seemed to be carrying Miss Sarrasri up to the Hospital Wing.
*****
Okay, so it was another totally stupid and pointless little plot twist, but I just wanted to have a reason for Sev to go all 'sorry'. Well um yeah. So review! Please!!!! also sorry about the crappy ending but I'm really tired and still feel groggy!
-x-Kylaia-x-