I don't know what happened to chap 1 sorry to everyone that's just how it
was uploaded, blame ff.net I've seen it in other stories as well.
Disclaimer: Same as before
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Out of sight Out of mind
2. Right, What was your name again?
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I've come to the conclusion that the teachers are just as fallible as the students.
Sleeping is another favorite pastime of mine.
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"Umm..." Dawn was about to speak up for once and ask where she had ended up but...
"Quiet!" Snape hissed. His attention was diverted elsewhere, 'Damn' he swore to himself. Another class was beginning to file in. He could hear the inane chatter from the 3rd year Ravenclaws/Hufflepuffs. He supposed that he had to leave her in here while he taught the class, and hurried into a nearby cabinet producing a small vile and eyedropper.
Once again he pulled her hands away.
"Do not move..." he stated as if to a dense child. He then tilted her head back and instructed her to open her eyes. Two teardrops of the liquid fell into her right eye. Dawn gasped; it stung like hell and more tears welled up in her eyes.
"Yes, I suppose I should've mentioned that it would sting." He smirked. What, No witty banter to reply with? Any other student would be biting his head off. It was quite amusing to listen to; yet, this girl said nothing. He lowered the eyedropper back into the vile and once again tilted her head back. She cringed this time and automatically screwed her eyes shut.
"I suggest that if you do not plan on going blind in one eye you open it this instance." He stated. She whimpered. Perhaps he was being to harsh; after all, the girl had done nothing wrong, he was merely upset over the lack of aid from Poppy. So he added a bit more softly with the same sternness in his voice, "It will only hurt for a small amount of time."
Dawn hesitantly opened her eyes, and the drops were added. She didn't gasp, more tears fell, and she seemed visibly shaken. She lowered her head to study the ground, she felt humiliated to be crying in front of a teacher, Professor Snape to make it worse. But she found that her eyesight was still quite blurry, and shut her eyes again trying not to rub them anymore.
"Stay here," he instructed her next, "Do not touch anything, understand..." It was more of a demand then a question of whether she actually *did* understand, but he received a weak nod in return. "I have a class to teach in a matter of seconds, after which the headmaster will be contacted and informed of the current situation" Professor Snape then placed a moist towel over her eyes. "To ease the stinging" He responded before she had a chance to ask. He finally turned to head out the door, but a small "Thank you" was heard which interrupted his thoughts. Snape in turn only shrugged it off as an attempt at politeness.
The lesson ended fairly quickly, and he had no more classes to look after. The students had lost points true, but they were only justified because of a grumpy Snape who had missed lunch. The mess from Longbottom had been cleaned up by house elves much to his disdain. At least the elves had enough common sense to leave a bottled portion of the botched mess on his desk. He would need that later in order to figure out what had gone wrong.
But what exactly had gone wrong? Theories had raced through his mind all period from what caused the reaction to the girl that currently resided in his office. Another question came to mind. Who exactly was she? No doubt a student, judging by the attire. Possibly a 6th year Ravenclaw? Or 7th? Yes, she must be a 7th year for she had been in that class. This unnerved him to no end; normally he would be able to associate a face with all his students. Perhaps she was a figment of his imagination...HA! Did he even have an imagination left?
With yet another sigh he headed out to fetch the headmaster. He should be able answer his questions, but was greeted by him on the way.
"Ah Severus! Just the man I was looking for, Poppy informed me earlier that she didn't think you were feeling well. I had been a bit worried when you didn't show up for lunch." His blue eyes were twinkling while Severus rolled his, the woman was impossible.
"Yes well, I had been detained elsewhere. Your attention will be needed in this matter." The tone was serious and the Headmaster motioned for him to lead the way.
"Something wrong my boy?" Professor Dumbledore inquired.
"In a matter of speaking...yes," They neared the office where Dawn had been left and Severus stepped aside. Albus walked in, the twinkled had faded from his eyes, and his voice was quiet and somber.
"Can you see her?" Professor Snape
"I see only a mere shadow...a ghost as it were. What happened?" Snape raised an eyebrow. Dawn had fallen asleep on the stained couch; yet, Snape saw her as if she were still solid.
"I had hoped that you would be able to answer that." Snape sneered, "There was an accident in class involving another one of Longbottom's botches. The girl was hit when it exploded. I tried escorting her to the hospital wing yet Pomfrey provided no aid."
A soft chuckle escaped from Dumbledore.
"I believed she said that you claimed you had brought along a student that was invisible to her and not you," Dumbledore explained.
"Yes, she appears normal to me."
"Ah...well, its good to know our resident Potions master hasn't gone insane. One good Defense teacher is hard enough to find..." Professor Snape scowled. This wasn't getting them anywhere.
"What are you going to..." he trailed off. He had meant to ask what Albus planned on doing with the girl, but she started to stir on the couch.
'This couch smells really weird' Dawn thought to herself. She didn't really remember falling asleep, but her eyes didn't hurt as much when they were closed. Someone was talking in the room, where was she again? She turned over and some hair fell in her face. She could sense someone moving towards her and opened her eyes slowly. They felt better, no longer stung, and her vision was back to normal. She was about to smile when a hand went right through her face. Not being able to brush away the hair.
Dawn bolted upright. Her eyes were wide with shock and stared up at the man whose hand just went through her. Professor Dumbledore looked saddened as he stood above her. Professor Snape raised another eyebrow.
"I-I...wha-" she stuttered and Professor Dumbledore looked at Severus.
"Severus, are you able to hear her?" Severus blinked several times before he realized the Headmaster was quite serious.
"I am perfectly capable of hearing the girl, surely you are not proposing you can't" Severus glared down at Dawn whose mouth still opened and closed unable to find the right words.
"That is exactly what I am saying..." Professor Dumbledore sighed. Dawn stood from the couch and tried to rest her hand on the Headmaster's shoulder but to no avail. Her lip began to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears once more. Her teary gaze was met with the solemn blue of Dumbledore. She sighed as she looked at the man she regarded as somewhat of a grandfather. There was now no one left she could talk to. How long would she be able to remain silent again? Surely Professor Snape would not be bothered to listen to the ramblings of a pathetic teenage girl.
"Though, Severus, I do have some difficulty trying to find an answer to why you are able to hear and see this student..." The question may have been directed to Snape but the gaze never faltered.
"Neither do I, perhaps our mute pupil would care to enlighten us with her theories." He sneered, "Her eyesight may have been temporarily lost, but I daresay her voice is to be considered in fully working ordered." Dawn broke the eye contact and suddenly became very interested in the floor. A faint smile played upon Professor Dumbledore's face, he knew how shy the girl could be.
Dawn only gave a shrug. How was she supposed to know what had happened. Snape was the professor; he should be the one providing *her* with answers. But the growl that escaped from the Professor startled her enough for her to say something.
"I saw you, before..." She glanced at Professor Snape, "well before I got splashed." With another sigh she sat back down on the small couch.
"Well Severus?" Dumbledore piped up. He looked rather amused now, turning towards Severus waiting to hear the answer. It had been fairly odd watching the translucent child speak, with no sound escaping from her mouth.
"Seems I was the one she saw last. Albus, you still haven't answered what we are to do with the girl." Dawn was getting a little annoyed now. He kept referring to her as if she wasn't there. She did have a name for crying out loud! She opened her mouth, could it be that she would finally say something on her own. Nope, she was cut off this time by Professor Dumbledore.
"My dear, would you be able to step outside for a moment?" He ushered Dawn out the door and closed it behind her with her nodding dumbly. She slumped against it, slid to the floor, and took out her sketchbook that still remained pocketed.
Meanwhile back in Snape's office:
"It appears I'm going to have to ask a favor of you, Severus."
"What sort of favor," Professor Snape drawled. He didn't like where this conversation was headed.
"In her current condition, it would be impossible to continue living in the dormitory-"
"Albus if you are suggesting what I think you are..." Snape's voice was starting to rise.
"It would only be temporary. She is quiet; you would never notice that she was there-"
"Absolutely not! My private quarters are not to be invaded by an impertinent student!" Snape was enraged. He was not going to lose his only sanctuary away from the rest of the school.
"Severus Snape I am not going to allow her to sleep in the halls of this school. If I were able, I would take her in, but seeing as I cannot hear or touch the poor child, the responsibility falls upon you."
"If you are able to see her though, what about the girl's friends certainly they would be able to see the girl." But the look on the headmasters face gave him some doubts. He scoffed, "Don't tell me she no friends..." Snape started grumbling. Damn Albus, as much as he hated to admit it, the headmaster was right. She had now become his responsibility. Snape sighed and opened up the door. Dawn fell backwards with the sketchbook in her lap. Professor Snape stepped over all the while giving her the infamous glare and he proceeded to swoop down the corridor.
"You should go follow him," Dawn stared at the headmaster who was now smiling over her. "It looks very promising, but I'm sure I look much older than that," He nodded toward the sketch she was trying to finish from this morning. She gave a weak smile back and dusted herself off while running to catch up with the Professor.
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The dungeons were dark, cold, dank... they weren't to Dawn's liking. Professor Snape navigated them through numerous twists and turns. It seemed he had done a great deal to ensure no one would stumble upon his private quarters.
Finally he stopped. The two figures stood momentary in front of a portrait of the Forbidden forest until a shining creature galloped from out of the trees. A single unicorn. The creature was magnificent; the horn gleamed, the tail and mane were neatly plaited, the trees in the painting were illuminated by its presence.
Dawn stood dumbstruck. All these years and never once had she considered it residing down here. Four years and now because of a misfortunate accident she had found the last unicorn. Snape took no notice of the gawking teenager beside him and gave the password to the beautiful horse, which neighed and galloped back off into the forest. The portrait swung open and in stepped Snape leaving Dawn behind.
"Have you finished your impressive imitation of a fish or shall I leave you out here for several more moments?" Professor Snape's patience was running thin. Dawn immediately shut her mouth and she too stepped inside.
'Ask him if he knows who painted the portrait!' she yelled at herself, something else yelled 'don't bother he probably already knows...' 'does it matter? just make conversation-' she agreed with this part of her conscience and opened her mouth once more until Snape cut her off.
"Do-"
"These are *my* private quarters. You are to respect all property and not touch any of the artifacts you see before you." He motioned towards the shelves of books and miscellaneous items scattered about the living area. "While here I will tolerate no disruptive noise of any kind. My chambers are strictly *off-limits*" he growled. "The only permissible time you are to be allowed inside is in case of an extreme emergency. Do I make myself clear Miss- ..." Shit, what the hell was this girl's name? He cursed again, there went his threatening speech. He ran a hand through the ebony black hair and stared perplexedly at the girl standing before him. Her gaze had drifted to the floor.
"Gray," she whispered and finished the lecture, "Dawn Gray" She had been his student for 7 years now but for her it did not seem odd that he had yet to learn her own name. 'He's just like all the others' she told herself.
An apology would be going to far. The professor just showed her to the room that she would be staying in while in her present state. The closet once used for storage had now been enlarged and redecorated to mimic the Ravenclaw dormitory. An oversized window was directly in front of her displaying a magnificent view of the setting sun over the lake. It must have been bewitched for Dawn had been certain she now resided underground. She smiled, it provided the perfect amount of light for her sketching. Off to her left was another door, and she peered inside. A bathroom, nothing out of the ordinary: shower, toilet, and sink. Adorned in bronze and royal blue as well.
Glancing down at herself, it was now that she noticed what a complete wreck she must look like. Globs of the mis-made potion clung to her robes and to her hair. To matters worse, it began turning a murky green that was beginning to give off some god-awful stench.
The shower was calling out to her...
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ok so we now have chapter 2 and yea it took me long but I finally updated something, so as seeing as no one replied to chap 1 no one can complain! Ha
warning: don't expect chap 3 for a very long time muah hahaha!
Disclaimer: Same as before
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Out of sight Out of mind
2. Right, What was your name again?
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I've come to the conclusion that the teachers are just as fallible as the students.
Sleeping is another favorite pastime of mine.
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"Umm..." Dawn was about to speak up for once and ask where she had ended up but...
"Quiet!" Snape hissed. His attention was diverted elsewhere, 'Damn' he swore to himself. Another class was beginning to file in. He could hear the inane chatter from the 3rd year Ravenclaws/Hufflepuffs. He supposed that he had to leave her in here while he taught the class, and hurried into a nearby cabinet producing a small vile and eyedropper.
Once again he pulled her hands away.
"Do not move..." he stated as if to a dense child. He then tilted her head back and instructed her to open her eyes. Two teardrops of the liquid fell into her right eye. Dawn gasped; it stung like hell and more tears welled up in her eyes.
"Yes, I suppose I should've mentioned that it would sting." He smirked. What, No witty banter to reply with? Any other student would be biting his head off. It was quite amusing to listen to; yet, this girl said nothing. He lowered the eyedropper back into the vile and once again tilted her head back. She cringed this time and automatically screwed her eyes shut.
"I suggest that if you do not plan on going blind in one eye you open it this instance." He stated. She whimpered. Perhaps he was being to harsh; after all, the girl had done nothing wrong, he was merely upset over the lack of aid from Poppy. So he added a bit more softly with the same sternness in his voice, "It will only hurt for a small amount of time."
Dawn hesitantly opened her eyes, and the drops were added. She didn't gasp, more tears fell, and she seemed visibly shaken. She lowered her head to study the ground, she felt humiliated to be crying in front of a teacher, Professor Snape to make it worse. But she found that her eyesight was still quite blurry, and shut her eyes again trying not to rub them anymore.
"Stay here," he instructed her next, "Do not touch anything, understand..." It was more of a demand then a question of whether she actually *did* understand, but he received a weak nod in return. "I have a class to teach in a matter of seconds, after which the headmaster will be contacted and informed of the current situation" Professor Snape then placed a moist towel over her eyes. "To ease the stinging" He responded before she had a chance to ask. He finally turned to head out the door, but a small "Thank you" was heard which interrupted his thoughts. Snape in turn only shrugged it off as an attempt at politeness.
The lesson ended fairly quickly, and he had no more classes to look after. The students had lost points true, but they were only justified because of a grumpy Snape who had missed lunch. The mess from Longbottom had been cleaned up by house elves much to his disdain. At least the elves had enough common sense to leave a bottled portion of the botched mess on his desk. He would need that later in order to figure out what had gone wrong.
But what exactly had gone wrong? Theories had raced through his mind all period from what caused the reaction to the girl that currently resided in his office. Another question came to mind. Who exactly was she? No doubt a student, judging by the attire. Possibly a 6th year Ravenclaw? Or 7th? Yes, she must be a 7th year for she had been in that class. This unnerved him to no end; normally he would be able to associate a face with all his students. Perhaps she was a figment of his imagination...HA! Did he even have an imagination left?
With yet another sigh he headed out to fetch the headmaster. He should be able answer his questions, but was greeted by him on the way.
"Ah Severus! Just the man I was looking for, Poppy informed me earlier that she didn't think you were feeling well. I had been a bit worried when you didn't show up for lunch." His blue eyes were twinkling while Severus rolled his, the woman was impossible.
"Yes well, I had been detained elsewhere. Your attention will be needed in this matter." The tone was serious and the Headmaster motioned for him to lead the way.
"Something wrong my boy?" Professor Dumbledore inquired.
"In a matter of speaking...yes," They neared the office where Dawn had been left and Severus stepped aside. Albus walked in, the twinkled had faded from his eyes, and his voice was quiet and somber.
"Can you see her?" Professor Snape
"I see only a mere shadow...a ghost as it were. What happened?" Snape raised an eyebrow. Dawn had fallen asleep on the stained couch; yet, Snape saw her as if she were still solid.
"I had hoped that you would be able to answer that." Snape sneered, "There was an accident in class involving another one of Longbottom's botches. The girl was hit when it exploded. I tried escorting her to the hospital wing yet Pomfrey provided no aid."
A soft chuckle escaped from Dumbledore.
"I believed she said that you claimed you had brought along a student that was invisible to her and not you," Dumbledore explained.
"Yes, she appears normal to me."
"Ah...well, its good to know our resident Potions master hasn't gone insane. One good Defense teacher is hard enough to find..." Professor Snape scowled. This wasn't getting them anywhere.
"What are you going to..." he trailed off. He had meant to ask what Albus planned on doing with the girl, but she started to stir on the couch.
'This couch smells really weird' Dawn thought to herself. She didn't really remember falling asleep, but her eyes didn't hurt as much when they were closed. Someone was talking in the room, where was she again? She turned over and some hair fell in her face. She could sense someone moving towards her and opened her eyes slowly. They felt better, no longer stung, and her vision was back to normal. She was about to smile when a hand went right through her face. Not being able to brush away the hair.
Dawn bolted upright. Her eyes were wide with shock and stared up at the man whose hand just went through her. Professor Dumbledore looked saddened as he stood above her. Professor Snape raised another eyebrow.
"I-I...wha-" she stuttered and Professor Dumbledore looked at Severus.
"Severus, are you able to hear her?" Severus blinked several times before he realized the Headmaster was quite serious.
"I am perfectly capable of hearing the girl, surely you are not proposing you can't" Severus glared down at Dawn whose mouth still opened and closed unable to find the right words.
"That is exactly what I am saying..." Professor Dumbledore sighed. Dawn stood from the couch and tried to rest her hand on the Headmaster's shoulder but to no avail. Her lip began to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears once more. Her teary gaze was met with the solemn blue of Dumbledore. She sighed as she looked at the man she regarded as somewhat of a grandfather. There was now no one left she could talk to. How long would she be able to remain silent again? Surely Professor Snape would not be bothered to listen to the ramblings of a pathetic teenage girl.
"Though, Severus, I do have some difficulty trying to find an answer to why you are able to hear and see this student..." The question may have been directed to Snape but the gaze never faltered.
"Neither do I, perhaps our mute pupil would care to enlighten us with her theories." He sneered, "Her eyesight may have been temporarily lost, but I daresay her voice is to be considered in fully working ordered." Dawn broke the eye contact and suddenly became very interested in the floor. A faint smile played upon Professor Dumbledore's face, he knew how shy the girl could be.
Dawn only gave a shrug. How was she supposed to know what had happened. Snape was the professor; he should be the one providing *her* with answers. But the growl that escaped from the Professor startled her enough for her to say something.
"I saw you, before..." She glanced at Professor Snape, "well before I got splashed." With another sigh she sat back down on the small couch.
"Well Severus?" Dumbledore piped up. He looked rather amused now, turning towards Severus waiting to hear the answer. It had been fairly odd watching the translucent child speak, with no sound escaping from her mouth.
"Seems I was the one she saw last. Albus, you still haven't answered what we are to do with the girl." Dawn was getting a little annoyed now. He kept referring to her as if she wasn't there. She did have a name for crying out loud! She opened her mouth, could it be that she would finally say something on her own. Nope, she was cut off this time by Professor Dumbledore.
"My dear, would you be able to step outside for a moment?" He ushered Dawn out the door and closed it behind her with her nodding dumbly. She slumped against it, slid to the floor, and took out her sketchbook that still remained pocketed.
Meanwhile back in Snape's office:
"It appears I'm going to have to ask a favor of you, Severus."
"What sort of favor," Professor Snape drawled. He didn't like where this conversation was headed.
"In her current condition, it would be impossible to continue living in the dormitory-"
"Albus if you are suggesting what I think you are..." Snape's voice was starting to rise.
"It would only be temporary. She is quiet; you would never notice that she was there-"
"Absolutely not! My private quarters are not to be invaded by an impertinent student!" Snape was enraged. He was not going to lose his only sanctuary away from the rest of the school.
"Severus Snape I am not going to allow her to sleep in the halls of this school. If I were able, I would take her in, but seeing as I cannot hear or touch the poor child, the responsibility falls upon you."
"If you are able to see her though, what about the girl's friends certainly they would be able to see the girl." But the look on the headmasters face gave him some doubts. He scoffed, "Don't tell me she no friends..." Snape started grumbling. Damn Albus, as much as he hated to admit it, the headmaster was right. She had now become his responsibility. Snape sighed and opened up the door. Dawn fell backwards with the sketchbook in her lap. Professor Snape stepped over all the while giving her the infamous glare and he proceeded to swoop down the corridor.
"You should go follow him," Dawn stared at the headmaster who was now smiling over her. "It looks very promising, but I'm sure I look much older than that," He nodded toward the sketch she was trying to finish from this morning. She gave a weak smile back and dusted herself off while running to catch up with the Professor.
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The dungeons were dark, cold, dank... they weren't to Dawn's liking. Professor Snape navigated them through numerous twists and turns. It seemed he had done a great deal to ensure no one would stumble upon his private quarters.
Finally he stopped. The two figures stood momentary in front of a portrait of the Forbidden forest until a shining creature galloped from out of the trees. A single unicorn. The creature was magnificent; the horn gleamed, the tail and mane were neatly plaited, the trees in the painting were illuminated by its presence.
Dawn stood dumbstruck. All these years and never once had she considered it residing down here. Four years and now because of a misfortunate accident she had found the last unicorn. Snape took no notice of the gawking teenager beside him and gave the password to the beautiful horse, which neighed and galloped back off into the forest. The portrait swung open and in stepped Snape leaving Dawn behind.
"Have you finished your impressive imitation of a fish or shall I leave you out here for several more moments?" Professor Snape's patience was running thin. Dawn immediately shut her mouth and she too stepped inside.
'Ask him if he knows who painted the portrait!' she yelled at herself, something else yelled 'don't bother he probably already knows...' 'does it matter? just make conversation-' she agreed with this part of her conscience and opened her mouth once more until Snape cut her off.
"Do-"
"These are *my* private quarters. You are to respect all property and not touch any of the artifacts you see before you." He motioned towards the shelves of books and miscellaneous items scattered about the living area. "While here I will tolerate no disruptive noise of any kind. My chambers are strictly *off-limits*" he growled. "The only permissible time you are to be allowed inside is in case of an extreme emergency. Do I make myself clear Miss- ..." Shit, what the hell was this girl's name? He cursed again, there went his threatening speech. He ran a hand through the ebony black hair and stared perplexedly at the girl standing before him. Her gaze had drifted to the floor.
"Gray," she whispered and finished the lecture, "Dawn Gray" She had been his student for 7 years now but for her it did not seem odd that he had yet to learn her own name. 'He's just like all the others' she told herself.
An apology would be going to far. The professor just showed her to the room that she would be staying in while in her present state. The closet once used for storage had now been enlarged and redecorated to mimic the Ravenclaw dormitory. An oversized window was directly in front of her displaying a magnificent view of the setting sun over the lake. It must have been bewitched for Dawn had been certain she now resided underground. She smiled, it provided the perfect amount of light for her sketching. Off to her left was another door, and she peered inside. A bathroom, nothing out of the ordinary: shower, toilet, and sink. Adorned in bronze and royal blue as well.
Glancing down at herself, it was now that she noticed what a complete wreck she must look like. Globs of the mis-made potion clung to her robes and to her hair. To matters worse, it began turning a murky green that was beginning to give off some god-awful stench.
The shower was calling out to her...
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ok so we now have chapter 2 and yea it took me long but I finally updated something, so as seeing as no one replied to chap 1 no one can complain! Ha
warning: don't expect chap 3 for a very long time muah hahaha!