Ooh, *begins to morph into those cute alien toys in Toy Story* the seventh chapter! Well here it is as promised.
DISCLAIMER - None of the characters are mine.... They belong to J.K. Rowling and Tamora Pierce. Ooh, before I go, does anyone know if Shatterglass is out in England yet?
Chapter the seventh.
Snatches of sober conversations permeated the haze of confusion that surrounded Daine. Like a lifeline, the silky threads of Snape's voice were cast out, to pull her back into consciousness. Slowly the pain and nightmares that had been torturing her for the past night began to receed. The cold feeling of awareness displaced the unresponsive lethargy.
"Ah you're awake." His eyes twinkiling behind the half moon glasses, Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair.
"Yes. What happened? All I can remember was talking to Muffy, Ben's mouse, and then lots and lots of pain. What happened?"
"Well, I'm not sure. It is probable that it is to do with your Wild Magic. Other than that I haven't a clue what happened. Liquorice Torpedo?" Dumbledore offered the paper bag in his hand. Deciding that they looked far too dangerous Daine shook her head.
"More for me!" Dumbledore smiled happily, "It's almost time for morning break so you've woken up just in time for your third lesson. Which I believe is in fact your first Quidditch lesson."
"There are lessons for it?" Warily Daine eyed the man she had long ago labelled mad, hoping that this Quidditch lesson was a joke.
"Oh yes. Well not for third years. But we decided to give you a lesson. So we've put you in with the first years. I do hope you don't mind. And don't worry about your normal lesson. You can catch up on it from a friend. So, off you go."
Feeling rather dazed, Daine walked out of the Hospital Wing and out into the main fourth floor corridor, where she met Harry.
"Daine! What happened to you? Everyone's told me you died in Snape's class! Are you okay?" His green eyes clouded over.
"No I didn't die. Let me guess who told you that, Liam?" from the blush creeping up from Harry's neck Daine guessed that her assumption was true, "I'm fine don't worry. Harry, where am I supposed to go for a Quidditch lesson?"
"Oh, you know that big clearing in front of the forest? To the left of Hagrid's hut? Well Quidditch lessons are ususally there. You take care, okay?"
"Thanks. Do you know where Kit and everyone is?" Irrational pictures of starved wolves, dragons and crows flitted momentarily through Daine's mind.
"Yeah, they're in the Common Room. They've been going nuts." As though he could read her thoughts Harry rushed to reassure her, "But don't worry, we made sure they got fed. See you!" With a flutter of his hand Harry retreated down the hallway.
***
"Stand by a broom First Years! And Third Year." The yellow eyes of Madam Hooch swept over the nervous class, "Now say 'Up'." Squeky voices sounded through the clearing. Daine stared in amazement at the students standing next to her. Just about every broom was in a student's hand.
She had previously, wrongly it seemed, assumed that only a very few people could fly a broomstick due to the small size of every Quidditch team compared to the size of the school. Shrugging, Daine turned to her own broom and firmly commanded it to go up.
At first nothing happened, and then it twitched. Again Daine said,
"Up." This time it flew into her outsretched hand and nestled copmfortably into the hollow of her palm. Daine grinned broadly as though she had just shape shifted for the first time.
***
"Class! When I say so you will all rise three feet in the air. No less and defionitely no more. Up you all go." Gulping Daine pulled the front of the broom up. The quick jerk shocked Daine. She stopped at two feet. Noticing she was quite a way below everyone else, Daine slowly pulled the broom up. Smoothly the broom rose. As she drew level with the other students Daine stopped. However a moment later she began to rise. All at once Daine realised that she was almost at ten feet.
"Miss Sarrasri! Get down now!" Startled Daine hardly thought about how high up she was and pushed the nose of the broom straight towards the ground. Quickly Daine drew level with the rest of the class and yanked the broom back horizontal. Tucking a stray hair behind her ear Daine didn't notice Hooch's raised eyebrows and look of pleasant susrprise.
*****
"Ronald Weasley! That is disgusting!" Hermione screwed her face up.
"What? I'm doing nothing!" Shock registered on Ron's densely freckled face.
"Yes you were! You were eating chicken and trifle!"
"So what? Look at Daine! She's eating some of the trifle! And she's been eating the chicken!"
"Yes but not in the same mouthful."
"True." Grinning at Hermione Ron winked, "But it tasted like popcorn."
"I'm not talking about this." Hermione shook her head and got up to find some mash potato.
"They're always like that. Ron usually starts it of course." Harry ducked as Ron's fist came swinging towards him. Distracted by the commotion Kitten looked up and chortled at Harry who was hiding under the table. Putting her tuna and mayonnaise roll down she quickly clambered down from the table and joined Harry who quickly sat back up on the bench. Deftly Kitten climbed up Harry's leg and onto the space beside his plate. Before scampering back to Daine she managed to pilfer some of the chips on Harry's plate. Sitting safely away from the Quidditch Seeker Kitten munched on the chips. Harry merely laughed.
"Has she always been like that?"
"Yep. She's never content with getting anything from a platter. She has to get it from someone else's plate. And it's usually just as they're eating the darn thing too!" The rest of the table hurriedly put their arms around their plates and kept a wary eye on the young dragonet for the rest of the meal.
*
"Are you coming up to the Common Room?" Hermione asked as everyone was just polishing off a last bowl of ice cream. Or in the case of Ron ice cream with peas and boiled carrots.
"Not now. I will do in a few hours though."
"Okay. See you then?"
"Yeah. See you in a bit." With the wolves trailing close behind Daine left the warmer parts of Hogwarts and descended into the dungeons. Quickly she entered the rooms and changed into some of her new clothes. Not long ago she had finally persuaded Hermione to transfigure some parchment into new tunics and breeches. Telling Kit, Cub, Blackpaw and Braane to be good and not bother anyone Daine quickly opened the door and ushered the animals out. Just before Daine herself left her rooms she grabbed the bow and quiver full of arrows that stood by the door.
Knowing that she only had two hours at the most before curfew Daine walked quickly down to the clearing where Quidditch lessons were held. Daine sat down on the grass and carefully put the bow and quiver down beside her. Although she could just as easily meditate inside Daine preferred to be outside where there were more animals.
Daine quickly fell into the pattern of deep breathing and listening. The voice of every animal crowded into her mind. Daine settled down for a long natter with old friends.
*
And hour later Daine pulled herself out of her trance like state and stood up. Her muscles groaned and protested. Gritting her teeth, Dain stretched and loosened up her muscles. Feeling much more awake and alert Daine picked up her bow and put her foot into the longbow's stirrup. The wood resisted slightly as Daine hooked the bow string over the release. An arrow was passed into her hand.
Panicking slightly Daine spun on her heel and slammed into Snape.
"Professor! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were there. Well I did but I didn't know it was you." Daine trailed off and stared at the ground.
"Don't worry. It takes more than a skinny fourteen year old barrelling into me to hurt me." The ends of Snape's mouth twitched as though a smile was trying to break out.
"Professor? Is there anything you wanted?" Daine asked, curious why he was there.
"Well I saw you stringing it up and I wondered how good a shot you are." Snape shook his head, "I'm getting as nosy as Dumbledore in my old age." Daine stared. Had he just made a joke?
"I see. Well, if you're that curious name my mark."
"Do you see the apple tree? It's next to the patch of nasturtiums. Can you see the green apple on the right? " Daine followed the line of his gaze. The tree was quite a way off, even for the size of her bow. But it was obvious which apple Snape was on about. It was the only apple on the right. Daine nodded curtly and slipped the quarrel she had dropped moments ago into the clip. Taking careful aim Daine drew her arm back. Biting her bottom lip in concentration, Daine let go of the string. The twang of the string returning back to it's original position was closely followed by the thump of an apple hitting the ground.
"You've hit it. That's impossible." Snape squinted at the tree as though he could put the apple back onto it's branch.
"It's also impossible to talk to animals. Or at least it is in your world." Daine smiled slightly and silently asked a bird to bring her her arrow.
"True. But that's amazing. You should enter the Olympics."
"What're the Olympics?" A befuddled expression crossed Daine's face.
"It's a muggle competition. It's very famous." Daine nodded, not really listening and opened her hand for the little starling to sit down. After exchanging a few words the starling flew off leaving the arrow at Daine's feet. Snape shook his head, looking amazed.
"It's almost curfew Miss Sarrasri. If I were you I'd go inside." Daine dipped her head in agreement. Throwing the quiver onto her back Daine put the arrow back into the thin cured hide bag and slipped the string from the bow. She wound it around her hand and put it into her pocket.
Aware of the pair of deep sable eyes that followed her steps Daine made her way up to the castle.
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Muahahaha. A few of you have cottoned on to what I'm doing. I'm trying to turn you all into Snape lovers *cackles evilly*. And some of you have been converted *shoots sneaky glances towards some of the more gullible readers* hehehee.
J/K (or am I?), so what do you think? Think I ought to blow up my computer and hang myself? Or write another chapter as soon as possible? What? I didn't quite catch that. Sorry, I can't hear you! *cups her ear*.
Nope still can't hear what you're saying. I'm afraid you'll have to leave a review. Ooh, I have a website all of my own! Go there now! And check out the photo page, they're all HP but melikes them (apart from the ones woth *Cring* next to them).
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Toodles!
Ky,
DISCLAIMER - None of the characters are mine.... They belong to J.K. Rowling and Tamora Pierce. Ooh, before I go, does anyone know if Shatterglass is out in England yet?
Chapter the seventh.
Snatches of sober conversations permeated the haze of confusion that surrounded Daine. Like a lifeline, the silky threads of Snape's voice were cast out, to pull her back into consciousness. Slowly the pain and nightmares that had been torturing her for the past night began to receed. The cold feeling of awareness displaced the unresponsive lethargy.
"Ah you're awake." His eyes twinkiling behind the half moon glasses, Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair.
"Yes. What happened? All I can remember was talking to Muffy, Ben's mouse, and then lots and lots of pain. What happened?"
"Well, I'm not sure. It is probable that it is to do with your Wild Magic. Other than that I haven't a clue what happened. Liquorice Torpedo?" Dumbledore offered the paper bag in his hand. Deciding that they looked far too dangerous Daine shook her head.
"More for me!" Dumbledore smiled happily, "It's almost time for morning break so you've woken up just in time for your third lesson. Which I believe is in fact your first Quidditch lesson."
"There are lessons for it?" Warily Daine eyed the man she had long ago labelled mad, hoping that this Quidditch lesson was a joke.
"Oh yes. Well not for third years. But we decided to give you a lesson. So we've put you in with the first years. I do hope you don't mind. And don't worry about your normal lesson. You can catch up on it from a friend. So, off you go."
Feeling rather dazed, Daine walked out of the Hospital Wing and out into the main fourth floor corridor, where she met Harry.
"Daine! What happened to you? Everyone's told me you died in Snape's class! Are you okay?" His green eyes clouded over.
"No I didn't die. Let me guess who told you that, Liam?" from the blush creeping up from Harry's neck Daine guessed that her assumption was true, "I'm fine don't worry. Harry, where am I supposed to go for a Quidditch lesson?"
"Oh, you know that big clearing in front of the forest? To the left of Hagrid's hut? Well Quidditch lessons are ususally there. You take care, okay?"
"Thanks. Do you know where Kit and everyone is?" Irrational pictures of starved wolves, dragons and crows flitted momentarily through Daine's mind.
"Yeah, they're in the Common Room. They've been going nuts." As though he could read her thoughts Harry rushed to reassure her, "But don't worry, we made sure they got fed. See you!" With a flutter of his hand Harry retreated down the hallway.
***
"Stand by a broom First Years! And Third Year." The yellow eyes of Madam Hooch swept over the nervous class, "Now say 'Up'." Squeky voices sounded through the clearing. Daine stared in amazement at the students standing next to her. Just about every broom was in a student's hand.
She had previously, wrongly it seemed, assumed that only a very few people could fly a broomstick due to the small size of every Quidditch team compared to the size of the school. Shrugging, Daine turned to her own broom and firmly commanded it to go up.
At first nothing happened, and then it twitched. Again Daine said,
"Up." This time it flew into her outsretched hand and nestled copmfortably into the hollow of her palm. Daine grinned broadly as though she had just shape shifted for the first time.
***
"Class! When I say so you will all rise three feet in the air. No less and defionitely no more. Up you all go." Gulping Daine pulled the front of the broom up. The quick jerk shocked Daine. She stopped at two feet. Noticing she was quite a way below everyone else, Daine slowly pulled the broom up. Smoothly the broom rose. As she drew level with the other students Daine stopped. However a moment later she began to rise. All at once Daine realised that she was almost at ten feet.
"Miss Sarrasri! Get down now!" Startled Daine hardly thought about how high up she was and pushed the nose of the broom straight towards the ground. Quickly Daine drew level with the rest of the class and yanked the broom back horizontal. Tucking a stray hair behind her ear Daine didn't notice Hooch's raised eyebrows and look of pleasant susrprise.
*****
"Ronald Weasley! That is disgusting!" Hermione screwed her face up.
"What? I'm doing nothing!" Shock registered on Ron's densely freckled face.
"Yes you were! You were eating chicken and trifle!"
"So what? Look at Daine! She's eating some of the trifle! And she's been eating the chicken!"
"Yes but not in the same mouthful."
"True." Grinning at Hermione Ron winked, "But it tasted like popcorn."
"I'm not talking about this." Hermione shook her head and got up to find some mash potato.
"They're always like that. Ron usually starts it of course." Harry ducked as Ron's fist came swinging towards him. Distracted by the commotion Kitten looked up and chortled at Harry who was hiding under the table. Putting her tuna and mayonnaise roll down she quickly clambered down from the table and joined Harry who quickly sat back up on the bench. Deftly Kitten climbed up Harry's leg and onto the space beside his plate. Before scampering back to Daine she managed to pilfer some of the chips on Harry's plate. Sitting safely away from the Quidditch Seeker Kitten munched on the chips. Harry merely laughed.
"Has she always been like that?"
"Yep. She's never content with getting anything from a platter. She has to get it from someone else's plate. And it's usually just as they're eating the darn thing too!" The rest of the table hurriedly put their arms around their plates and kept a wary eye on the young dragonet for the rest of the meal.
*
"Are you coming up to the Common Room?" Hermione asked as everyone was just polishing off a last bowl of ice cream. Or in the case of Ron ice cream with peas and boiled carrots.
"Not now. I will do in a few hours though."
"Okay. See you then?"
"Yeah. See you in a bit." With the wolves trailing close behind Daine left the warmer parts of Hogwarts and descended into the dungeons. Quickly she entered the rooms and changed into some of her new clothes. Not long ago she had finally persuaded Hermione to transfigure some parchment into new tunics and breeches. Telling Kit, Cub, Blackpaw and Braane to be good and not bother anyone Daine quickly opened the door and ushered the animals out. Just before Daine herself left her rooms she grabbed the bow and quiver full of arrows that stood by the door.
Knowing that she only had two hours at the most before curfew Daine walked quickly down to the clearing where Quidditch lessons were held. Daine sat down on the grass and carefully put the bow and quiver down beside her. Although she could just as easily meditate inside Daine preferred to be outside where there were more animals.
Daine quickly fell into the pattern of deep breathing and listening. The voice of every animal crowded into her mind. Daine settled down for a long natter with old friends.
*
And hour later Daine pulled herself out of her trance like state and stood up. Her muscles groaned and protested. Gritting her teeth, Dain stretched and loosened up her muscles. Feeling much more awake and alert Daine picked up her bow and put her foot into the longbow's stirrup. The wood resisted slightly as Daine hooked the bow string over the release. An arrow was passed into her hand.
Panicking slightly Daine spun on her heel and slammed into Snape.
"Professor! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were there. Well I did but I didn't know it was you." Daine trailed off and stared at the ground.
"Don't worry. It takes more than a skinny fourteen year old barrelling into me to hurt me." The ends of Snape's mouth twitched as though a smile was trying to break out.
"Professor? Is there anything you wanted?" Daine asked, curious why he was there.
"Well I saw you stringing it up and I wondered how good a shot you are." Snape shook his head, "I'm getting as nosy as Dumbledore in my old age." Daine stared. Had he just made a joke?
"I see. Well, if you're that curious name my mark."
"Do you see the apple tree? It's next to the patch of nasturtiums. Can you see the green apple on the right? " Daine followed the line of his gaze. The tree was quite a way off, even for the size of her bow. But it was obvious which apple Snape was on about. It was the only apple on the right. Daine nodded curtly and slipped the quarrel she had dropped moments ago into the clip. Taking careful aim Daine drew her arm back. Biting her bottom lip in concentration, Daine let go of the string. The twang of the string returning back to it's original position was closely followed by the thump of an apple hitting the ground.
"You've hit it. That's impossible." Snape squinted at the tree as though he could put the apple back onto it's branch.
"It's also impossible to talk to animals. Or at least it is in your world." Daine smiled slightly and silently asked a bird to bring her her arrow.
"True. But that's amazing. You should enter the Olympics."
"What're the Olympics?" A befuddled expression crossed Daine's face.
"It's a muggle competition. It's very famous." Daine nodded, not really listening and opened her hand for the little starling to sit down. After exchanging a few words the starling flew off leaving the arrow at Daine's feet. Snape shook his head, looking amazed.
"It's almost curfew Miss Sarrasri. If I were you I'd go inside." Daine dipped her head in agreement. Throwing the quiver onto her back Daine put the arrow back into the thin cured hide bag and slipped the string from the bow. She wound it around her hand and put it into her pocket.
Aware of the pair of deep sable eyes that followed her steps Daine made her way up to the castle.
************
Muahahaha. A few of you have cottoned on to what I'm doing. I'm trying to turn you all into Snape lovers *cackles evilly*. And some of you have been converted *shoots sneaky glances towards some of the more gullible readers* hehehee.
J/K (or am I?), so what do you think? Think I ought to blow up my computer and hang myself? Or write another chapter as soon as possible? What? I didn't quite catch that. Sorry, I can't hear you! *cups her ear*.
Nope still can't hear what you're saying. I'm afraid you'll have to leave a review. Ooh, I have a website all of my own! Go there now! And check out the photo page, they're all HP but melikes them (apart from the ones woth *Cring* next to them).
Linkie!! www.kylaia.faithweb.com
Toodles!
Ky,