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Chapter 7 – Something that was lost is found."Professor, professor"
Mary turned around, seeing it was Terna running after her.
"What is it, Miss Hill?"
"There is a fight on the third floor."
"Where?"
"Come, I'll show you."
Terna spun around and started running, with Mary just behind her.
The fight was on the landing of the staircase that led to the third floor. It was one hell of a chaos. These two boys weren't as easy to split apart as Malfoy and Weasley had been, because this was a duel, between two 7th-years. They were hexing each other, but the hexes didn't always hit. So when a hex came in the way of Mary, she did the only thing natural: she jumped aside. The hex did miss her, but she missed the floor and went head first down the stair case. And then all went black.
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When Mary awoke, she was not in her room but in the Hospital wing. Just then madam Pomfrey came inn
"I see you are awake. That is good. So, care to tell me what happened?"
Mary told her.
"Well, the two boys are in trouble, big trouble. But they are very sorry. I think they both want to apologize."
"Well, that will have to wait until I can stand in my office looking murderous."
The medi witch laughed.
"That might take a few days."
"How long is it till I can get up from bed?"
"You can get up now, but want you under my surveillance. You have a small concussion. I don't want you to fall asleep, it might bring on a coma. You can move around, but no running, no yelling. You need to take things very easy. You can help me to sort out my tonics and medical herbs." Poppy turned around and opened a cabinet.
"Oh my."
"What is it?"
"I have run all out of Gallion potion. I need to get some more."
"What is Gallion potion?"
"It's the potion that's cures bruises. You have no idea how much it is used here."
"Where can you get some more?"
"The potions master can make some more but I have to go down and ask him."
"Can I do it? It would be nice to stretch my legs."
"Well I suppose you can. Here take this." She handed her a large bottle "This has to be full. And remember not to run, yell or do any thing like that. You have to take it easy."
"Okay." Mary grabbed the empty bottle and went out of the hospital wing. She was glad to be out and able to stretch her legs. She walked down towards the dungeons. After a little while she stood in front of the potions classroom. She knocked on the door, opened it, and walked in. She had interrupted something important because no one noticed her except the teacher. Mary suddenly realized that she still didn't remember his name.
"Was there anything important, Professor Jenson?" he said, while all the time he was glaring at her.
"Sorry to interrupt the lesson, Professor."
"Please get to the point, Professor Jenson."
"Madam Pomfrey asked me to…" she started, but stopped. He was standing by the teacher's desk. His hand was holding something. On the back of his hand was a long very thin scar. So invisible that if she had not known it was there she wouldn't have seen it. Her eyes traveled back to his eyes, they were black. He was still glaring. That glare!
She froze. It was as if time had stopped, then she felt like she was falling down, through white light, and she fell and fell downwards.
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"Brother, what happened to you hand?"
"Nothing."
"But you're bleeding!"
If any one had seen the two kids, they would have thought that they acted like two young adults, but the truth was much simpler: they didn't know how to be kids. Mary didn't know that it was usual for an 8 year old to be outside on a sunny day and play in the mud with others her own age. She didn't know that it wasn't usual to be beaten every time you didn't or did do some thing. She wasn't naive, and she wasn't stupid. Mary wasn't a normal 8 year old. So instead of flipping out when she saw her brother's hand covered in his own blood, she was more concerned about how he was and how it had happened. Mary reached out to touch his hand, but he snatched it away.
"How did it happen?"
"I got cut."
"Gee you don't say. How did you get cut?"
"How do you think I got cut? You have three guesses."
She didn't bother to answer, she knew, and he knew that she knew.
"What did you do? He never cuts? Not like that any way."
"I said some thing, and he was drunk."
She looked him whit sad eyes. Her bother had never learned to keep his mouth shut. He had to one day, or it was going to get him into problems.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I won't die."
She didn't answer, she just nodded.
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing big, just that I hate him, and that every time I see him I want to kill him."
Again she didn't say any thing. Mary had heard all her life that she was so serious for her age, but it was only because she had never had any time to be anything but serious. And now was one of those times.
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She came around again, but no more than a few seconds had passed, and she was to confused to do any thing. She kept hearing voices in her head.
"Good bye, Alina. I hope you find what you search for."
"I'm going to take my own life…life… life…life…life…life…life."
"I love you brother, don't ever give up."
"You are one of us now. Never forget that."
"You are what you want to be."
"Quick, hide it, he's coming!"
"I have to teach you a lesson, child."
"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"
"Never let them know… know… know… know… know… know… know."
Her head was filed with screams, screams that she had never let out. And she didn't now. But the voices kept on going. And now, not only from her childhood, but from her whole life. Things that she had always pushed back, memories that would haunt her forever.
"Don't ever forget."
"I'm leaving."
"Don't walk out that door Mary. Don't walk out on me."
"I saw you."
"I want to leave you for ever."
"No? You'll just go back to the way that I found you."
"Get away from me you…you freak!"
"I'll never forgive you."
"Never."
"Never."
"Never."
"NEVER."
She wanted so badly to scream, but she couldn't, her mouth was closed. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. Her eyes were dry. She wanted to be loved but she couldn't. Her heart was broken and the pieces were hidden. And all that was left was a wall of iron.
Mary opened her eyes. It was like watching her self from the outside. She was just standing there. The jar had slipped from her hands. Mary watched it fall, hit the stone floor, and break into a million pieces. The clear shards flew in all directions, cutting up her legs, but she didn't feel a thing. She saw her self just standing there staring. Her brother had spoken something, but she couldn't make out the words. Then he said something else, most likely to the class because they disappeared out the dungeon door. Her brother had now walked over to her and was shaking her shoulder, and then it hit her: he didn't recognize her. It was as though the thought had woken her up from a deep trance. She suddenly was back into her body. Her head snapped and she blinked a couple of times. Her brother was standing in front of her, looking a bit worried, but not very much. When he saw that she came around, he took one step back, his face glided into an emotionless mask, but now she saw right through it. Her brother obviously hadn't changed much in the past years.
"You don't recognize me." She said, as a statement, not a question.
"Professor Jenson, welcome back. You are fine I see." He was avoiding the question.
"You don't recognize me." She said again.
"What are you talking about, Professor Jenson. I know who you are."
"Yes and no." He frowned.
He had now managed to get behind his desk and it was now his time to be staring.
"What are you implying, Professor Jenson…?"
She broke him of. "Don't call me that. I hate that name. And it sounds wrong when you are saying it."
"Are you implying that I know you under an other name?"
"I'm not implying any thing. I'm telling you that you do know me." Mary didn't know where the anger had come from, but she liked it. It was better than all that sorrow, anger was some thing she understood better.
"Professor Jenson, please explain your self, I have no time to stand around listening to ramblings."
The anger was really bursting through her and she decided that she should leave, before she did some thing she would regret. "I'm going to go now, because I'm afraid to say some thing that I'll regret." And she turned on her heal leaving so fast that she hoped he wouldn't be able to stop her. He did stop her, the door slammed shut before she reached it. Mary wanted to scream again, and she wanted to get out of there. More than any thing she wanted to be wrong, to realize that it was her mistake, and that he was right, that he didn't know her, that it wasn't her brother, so that she didn't have to be faced with the past. But the facts remained, and it would be a too far unlikely coincidence that he wasn't her brother. But one thing was still lacking: his name.
She knew her brother's name, but she didn't remember what Albus had called him.
"What do you mean that I know you? I have never seen you before you started here."
"Your name is Severus Snape, right?" Mary held her breath, not really knowing what she wanted to hear him reply. He looked very suspicious.
"Yes."
Then it was confirmed. He was her brother. She looked almost sad.
"Then you do know me."
"And your name is Mary Jenson. I have never known any one with that name."
"No, I didn't think that you had."
He was looking very irritated now.
"Then, could you please tell me what the hell you are playing at. Stop speaking in riddles."
"I'm not speaking in riddles. I have had many names. You wouldn't know me under those that I have used as an adult."
"Can't you just tell me then?"
"No. If you can't figure it out then, one, you are a lot less smart than I ever gave you credit for. And two, if you don't know or can't figure it out, it's not worth it. Then you have forgotten me totally." She had lost all her anger, and it felt like nothing was left. She hadn't come to the point where she would be overly joyed to see her brother again, and that he wasn't dead. And she knew most likely that moment wouldn't come until he figured out who she was and when she was finished being mad at him for letting her think that he was dead. She didn't really have any doubt that he would figure it out, he had always been better at those things than she had, and she had figured it out.
He had gotten up from behind his desk and was looking at her, eyeing her from top to toe. She knew that she didn't look much like the 13 year old that he had seen the last time, but he also knew that her hair color, skin color and eye color were the same as then.
He was walking around her, as though inspecting her.
"No I don't recognize you." He finally said after what seemed like an eternity.
She tilted her head to the side, looking at him. He really didn't recognize her. Her heart sank.
"Then you have forgotten me." The fact hit her like a buss going 80 miles an hour. Her face fell and there was suddenly a bit empty howl in her. When she had thought he was dead, that had been hard, but to forget her totally. "I never thought that you would." And with that she turned to the door again, only to still find it locked. "Could you please open the door Severus." She didn't look at him, her head hung down, but she could almost hear his frown. She heard a whish and then a click from the lock.
"Good bye." She said as she slipped out. And just then she turned her head to look at him again, and some thing in her eyes caught his attention, the color and some thing that he had seen before, but not in the eyes of an about 30 year old woman, but in the eyes of a 13 year old girl, a time very long ago.
"Alina," he whispered.
She stopped, looking at him.
"I told you so." She said
"What…? How…?" His moth opened and closed only to open and close again, not quite sure what to say.
"Stop doing that. You look like a bloody fish." She had opened the door and walked back in to the classroom again crossing her arms in front of her chest, glaring at him.
"I thought they said you were muggle?" Severus had finally managed to form a full sentence.
"That was the idea."
He narrowed his eyes, like trying to see a landscape in an abstract picture, but not quite managing to do so. She didn't say a word, not knowing what to say, and knowing better than to try to fill the silence with empty talk.