Nikita arived back at the DiAngelo house around luchtime. She went inside and found Derick on the couch watching t.v. She joined him until lunch was ready.
As lunch finished cooking, Nikita helped set the table. She also brought out some of the food. Everyone then came in to eat.
Like usual, Janelle was being a pesky little brat. She kept asking Nikita obsured questions that deserved not to be answered until she was older and would understand everything better.
All of a sudden, there was a sharp pain in the upper area of Nikita's right arm. The pain caused her to drop her fork. She stood up in shock and embarassment.
"What's the matter, dear?" Mrs. DiAngelo asked.
"Nothing. I just got a cramp in my arm. May I be excused, please?" she said hurriedly.
"Of course. Just let us know if you need anything," she replied.
Nikita left the table and left the room. She went to her room and Apparated to the school.
Nikita went straight to Dumbledore's office. She said the password and went up the staircase. She knocked on the door and went inside.
"Yes Niktia?" Dumbledore said, looking up over his half moon glasses.
"I need to speak with you immediately if you have the time," she said, feeling pain in her arm again.
"Of course I have the time to have a chat with you. What would you like to talk about?" He sat straight up in his chair.
"I know I just saw him a little bit ago and he was fine, but has Harry contacted you about his scar?" She moved closer to his desk.
"Not recently, why?" He became highly interested.
"Because of this." she turned her palm to face away from her and held it away from her body. As she did this, she pulled up her sleef, and the Dark Mark appeared on her upper arm. "It's darker than ever. The pain is also the worst that it's ever been. I just wanted to make sure that Harry was alright."
"I'm sure he's just fine. I am aware that Voldemort is around, but he can't do any harm to anyone while he is still too weak to fight. Thre are still people after him aswell." He chuckled softly. "Is there anythign else that you would like to talk about?"
"Not now. Thank you for your time, Professor." She turned and left.
On her way out of the Entrance Hall, she ran into her father (literally). She tried to avoid him by being one of the students, but it didn't work.
"Come," he said, just before she poened the front doors.
"Why?"
"Because I said so. Now get your sorry excuse for a witch's butt into my office before I move it there myself."
Nikita almost ran to the dungeons and into his office. She didn't sit down, and she stayed as far away from the dresser as possible. When Snape came in, he walked straight over to her.
"I do like my personal space, you know," she spat at him, taking a few steps back.
Before she could get out of his reach, he grabbed her right arm. He pushed up the sleeve, examined her arm, and then threw her arm back down with some satisfaction, but also some disgust.
"What was that all about?" She glared at him waiting for an answer while pushing down her sleeve.
"I just wanted to see how it would affect you, since you wre only a baby when were placed with it." He went over to his desk and sat down. "Not even the Dark Lord knew how the turnout would come."
"So, I've been a Death Eater all my life and no one's bothered to tell me?" she said brethlessly.
"You didn't need to know," he said angeredly.
"I didn't need to know that this thing on my arm is actually a scar that burns every Time Voldemort gains power?" she screamed.
"the scar burns as a calling. You are to go to him every time he needs you."
"How the bloody hell am I supposed to know where he is?" She stomped her foot down with anger.
"You would close your eyes and you'll see whre he is. You are then to Apparate to where he is."
"Well, I'm not going to him." she then turned to walk out the door.
"Then where are you going?" He stood up to go after her.
"I'm going to be with my family." She opened the door, wlaked out, and closed the door behind her. Snape just stood there, staring at the door.
As lunch finished cooking, Nikita helped set the table. She also brought out some of the food. Everyone then came in to eat.
Like usual, Janelle was being a pesky little brat. She kept asking Nikita obsured questions that deserved not to be answered until she was older and would understand everything better.
All of a sudden, there was a sharp pain in the upper area of Nikita's right arm. The pain caused her to drop her fork. She stood up in shock and embarassment.
"What's the matter, dear?" Mrs. DiAngelo asked.
"Nothing. I just got a cramp in my arm. May I be excused, please?" she said hurriedly.
"Of course. Just let us know if you need anything," she replied.
Nikita left the table and left the room. She went to her room and Apparated to the school.
Nikita went straight to Dumbledore's office. She said the password and went up the staircase. She knocked on the door and went inside.
"Yes Niktia?" Dumbledore said, looking up over his half moon glasses.
"I need to speak with you immediately if you have the time," she said, feeling pain in her arm again.
"Of course I have the time to have a chat with you. What would you like to talk about?" He sat straight up in his chair.
"I know I just saw him a little bit ago and he was fine, but has Harry contacted you about his scar?" She moved closer to his desk.
"Not recently, why?" He became highly interested.
"Because of this." she turned her palm to face away from her and held it away from her body. As she did this, she pulled up her sleef, and the Dark Mark appeared on her upper arm. "It's darker than ever. The pain is also the worst that it's ever been. I just wanted to make sure that Harry was alright."
"I'm sure he's just fine. I am aware that Voldemort is around, but he can't do any harm to anyone while he is still too weak to fight. Thre are still people after him aswell." He chuckled softly. "Is there anythign else that you would like to talk about?"
"Not now. Thank you for your time, Professor." She turned and left.
On her way out of the Entrance Hall, she ran into her father (literally). She tried to avoid him by being one of the students, but it didn't work.
"Come," he said, just before she poened the front doors.
"Why?"
"Because I said so. Now get your sorry excuse for a witch's butt into my office before I move it there myself."
Nikita almost ran to the dungeons and into his office. She didn't sit down, and she stayed as far away from the dresser as possible. When Snape came in, he walked straight over to her.
"I do like my personal space, you know," she spat at him, taking a few steps back.
Before she could get out of his reach, he grabbed her right arm. He pushed up the sleeve, examined her arm, and then threw her arm back down with some satisfaction, but also some disgust.
"What was that all about?" She glared at him waiting for an answer while pushing down her sleeve.
"I just wanted to see how it would affect you, since you wre only a baby when were placed with it." He went over to his desk and sat down. "Not even the Dark Lord knew how the turnout would come."
"So, I've been a Death Eater all my life and no one's bothered to tell me?" she said brethlessly.
"You didn't need to know," he said angeredly.
"I didn't need to know that this thing on my arm is actually a scar that burns every Time Voldemort gains power?" she screamed.
"the scar burns as a calling. You are to go to him every time he needs you."
"How the bloody hell am I supposed to know where he is?" She stomped her foot down with anger.
"You would close your eyes and you'll see whre he is. You are then to Apparate to where he is."
"Well, I'm not going to him." she then turned to walk out the door.
"Then where are you going?" He stood up to go after her.
"I'm going to be with my family." She opened the door, wlaked out, and closed the door behind her. Snape just stood there, staring at the door.