She knew who her true father was, and that he wasn't human. He
lived in the sea, and she could hear him speaking to her from
the crashing waves. There was a whole other world in the sea.
She must belong there, because she certainly didn't belong
here. The people here didn't she what she saw, or know what
she knew. Late at night, she would slip out of the house and
wade in the tides. He showed her things, told her what she
was. Even during the day, her voice told her, "Patience,
daughter. When the time is right, I'll come for you."
When they put her in the barn, she could only hear the horses. Her father's voice was lost to her, and she became angry. Her mother was weak, and wouldn't last long. Anna's psyche was chewing on itself, destroying her own mind day by day. The girl knew it was because of her, mostly. The very essence of what she was set wrong with people. Made them see things, and eventually go crazy if they weren't strong. The girl enjoyed this, enjoyed the revenge for being hated and shunned. People around her knew, knew how she was being treated by the man they assumed was her father. They stood idly by while she was forced to live with hairy beasts. Beasts that were more loved and valued than her. But she would be content to live in the barn, for a while. Someday her father would come, and take her to her true home. Then she could be as she was, forever. She hummed to herself, and glared at the nearest horse. It screamed, and it's eyes rolled back into its sweaty head. A pinkish foam, blood mixed with saliva, frothed from its mouth. The girl laughed.
He truly didn't think anyone but Dumbledore knew. How could they? They had the attention span of a gnat. Besides that, no one really cared about his private life. He was excellent at potions. No one had the talent, patience or brainpower to make the difficult, often dangerous concoctions. And no one else could tolerate the dull witted brats long enough to teach them the simplest sleeping draught. So they all looked the other way when he was sarcastic and ugly, and just assumed he roamed the halls at night to catch rule breaking students. They certainly never asked him why, in all the years he taught at Hogwarts, he had never slept.
When they put her in the barn, she could only hear the horses. Her father's voice was lost to her, and she became angry. Her mother was weak, and wouldn't last long. Anna's psyche was chewing on itself, destroying her own mind day by day. The girl knew it was because of her, mostly. The very essence of what she was set wrong with people. Made them see things, and eventually go crazy if they weren't strong. The girl enjoyed this, enjoyed the revenge for being hated and shunned. People around her knew, knew how she was being treated by the man they assumed was her father. They stood idly by while she was forced to live with hairy beasts. Beasts that were more loved and valued than her. But she would be content to live in the barn, for a while. Someday her father would come, and take her to her true home. Then she could be as she was, forever. She hummed to herself, and glared at the nearest horse. It screamed, and it's eyes rolled back into its sweaty head. A pinkish foam, blood mixed with saliva, frothed from its mouth. The girl laughed.
He truly didn't think anyone but Dumbledore knew. How could they? They had the attention span of a gnat. Besides that, no one really cared about his private life. He was excellent at potions. No one had the talent, patience or brainpower to make the difficult, often dangerous concoctions. And no one else could tolerate the dull witted brats long enough to teach them the simplest sleeping draught. So they all looked the other way when he was sarcastic and ugly, and just assumed he roamed the halls at night to catch rule breaking students. They certainly never asked him why, in all the years he taught at Hogwarts, he had never slept.