Title: Into the Loving Arms of Magic
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: I know this chapter is a bit tacky but it was good in my head...but now that I know it's tacky I cant change it because then I would have to rewrite about 4 chapters...actually, I would have to rewrite everything I've written after this chapter...so please bear with me. Oh, by the way...down there at the bottom of the page there is a lavender button...please click on where it says "Go" and tell me what you think of my fic so far...go ahead it doesn't bite! Coca-cola Enjoy! (Thanks A.dee for being my most wonderful Beta reader)
A/N2: To anyone and everyone who is reading this fic. I heard a rumor that "Word of Mouth" is the best way for getting people to read your fic. So PLEASE, if it's of no trouble to you...recommend this to your friends! Thank you!
11. The unexpected Knife
It was Saturday, the first Hogsmeade weekend. Harry was going with Cho on a date. So Iris, Hermione, and Ron went together. Ron stopped to look at the brooms.
Hermione huffed and said "is that all you ever think about, Ron? Broomsticks and Quidditch?"
"Iris," said Ron, ignoring Hermione, "did you play Quidditch in America?"
"No," she replied, "my friends and I used to play a game called Quadpot, but just for fun."
Ron plunged into Quidditch talk. Iris listened politely but she didn't care much for flying.
"Let's get some Butterbeers," suggested Hermione as Ron was explaining about the "Wronsky Feint."
"What's butterbeer?" asked Iris, thankful for a break from Quidditch.
"Well, it's this drink that-"
"With alcohol?" interrupted Iris.
"A little," replied Ron.
They walked towards the Three Broomsticks.
"More broomsticks?" asked Iris.
Hermione laughed. "No that's just the name. It's more like a pub."
"Oh," responded Iris, the relief apparent in her voice.
Iris delighted in the butterbeer. Hermione had to pay because Ron didn't have enough money and Iris still had only American Wizard money. When they left they bumped into Harry and Cho. She looked a bit angry and as though she had been crying. Harry was fuming.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Said Ron, obviously not noticing that anything was wrong. Neither of them answered but Cho turned towards Harry and said:
"Well, there's Hermione. You can go ahead and snog her to death." She turned on her heel and walked away.
"Maybe I will," yelled Harry to her back. Hermione took a step back as though saying 'you better not try.' Ron's eyes were the size of saucers. But Iris was looking at someone else. Someone with white blonde hair, strutting towards them with two goons that looked like trolls behind him. Oh, though Iris, he's hot. I must keep my mind on Sevie.
"Hello Potter," said the boy as he approached them.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Said Harry angrily.
"Oh I just wanted to know why you like hanging around Mudbloods like Granger and Hernandez."
Iris snapped. In one second she had wrestled Malfoy out of his wand and was beating him to a pulp. What she had done to Snape, Parvati, and Lavender was nothing compared to what she was doing to Malfoy. She didn't see anything. All she could see was pure hate. Harry and Ron tried to pull her back but she swung at them too. Hermione was shrieking. Iris went on pounding and pounding. Suddenly she stopped hitting him and began to search her robes for something. She found it and hastily took it out. A knife.
"Mudblood am I, Malfoy?" She whispered to him. "I'm going to show you what this Mudblood can do." She raised the knife, but before she could drive it into his abdomen someone held her by the wrist and stopped her. Hagrid held her up in the air. She twisted and kicked but she was silent. Finally her body went limp. She dropped the knife and said silently to an unconscious Malfoy:
"Yo tengo algo que tu nunca podrias tener. Bolas." She spat at his face. She looked around her and saw that all the Hogsmeade hustle and bustle had stopped. Malfoy's goons were standing there, dumbstruck. The Hogwarts teachers were there, even Snape, staring at her in complete silence. It was McGonagall who broke it. "Hagrid, please take Miss Hernandez to the Headmasters office and Mr.Malfoy to the hospital wing."
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As soon as she stepped into Dumbledore's office she began to speak.
"Professor, he provoked me. Damnit. Why did Hermione go and tell everyone about me being Muggle-born? Why does everyone hate me?" she yelled as she burst into tears. Her knees gave way and she fell to the ground. Someone helped her to a chair and stroked her hair. She looked up.
"Sev," was all she could say.
"Don't worry my angel, I'm here," He said softly in her ear. He kissed her tears and then kissed her lips. She could taste the salt of her own tears. Suddenly she remembered.
"Sevie, what about Dumbledore?" She said, glancing at the old man sitting in a chair across from them and looking as though there was nothing strange going on.
"It's ok. He knows. It's all right."
"I'm sorry to interrupt such a heartfelt moment," said the Headmaster quietly. "But I believe the girl is here because she attacked someone, yes?" Iris nodded.
"Miss Hernandez, would you please explain to me everything that happened?" Iris was surprisingly calm as she told the Headmaster every thing that had happened since they left the Three Broomsticks to her arriving at his office.
"Tell me, Miss Hernandez, do you really think it was necessary to hit Malfoy, as you did, because he called you a name. A terrible thing to have called you, I quite agree, but still it was not cause for killing the boy."
"Considering what I've been through, yes," she replied.
"What have you been through?" asked Snape.
"Precisely the question I was going to ask Severus." Said Dumbledore.
And, so, Iris plunged into explanation about her life at Regilucios. Including the fact that she had one friend, Adam, whom she kept in touch with. She talked about the prejudice, the jeers, and all of the things she had been through in Regilucios Academy of Magical Practice. She told them that she was and would always be an outcast.
"Headmaster, can you see how this has caused her psychological damage?" said the Potions Master.
"I'm not a psycho Severus," she said dangerously.
"That's quite enough," interrupted the Headmaster, "Iris, I will not punish you." Iris panicked.
"Please, Professor, don't expel me! I'll have no where to go. I got in a fight with my mother in order for me to be able to attend Hogwarts. She disowned me. Please, please." The tears threatened to fall once again.
"Iris, calm down," said Severus. He took her hand and kissed her temple.
"Miss Hernandez, I will not be expelling anyone. But simply, I will not punish you. Professor Snape, or Sevie as you've taken to calling him," Snape scowled, "will be assigning your punishment."
"Miss Hernandez, detention with me for a week," he said gravely but with a smile playing about his mouth. "Now that's not much of a punishment Severus," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye that Iris found very strange.
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Iris was sitting on an armchair by the fireplace in a deserted Gryffindor common room reading a book when Ron, Harry and Hermione walked in.
"What happened? I thought for sure you'd be expelled,' said Ron.
"Is it true?" asked Harry. Hermione stood to one side.
"Is what true?" snapped Iris.
"That you're Muggle-born," replied Harry. She nodded.
"Were you expelled?' Asked Ron.
"No, I just have detention," answered Iris. She turned towards Hermione. "So you decided to go around telling people, did you ?" Ron looked puzzled. Iris ignored him and continued talking to Hermione.
"That's the last time I'll trust you with my secrets. Are you going to tell the whole world about where I was that night too? You fucking big-mouthed bitch."
"Iris, I swear I didn't-"
"Shut your fat mouth," interrupted Iris. Hermione turned and went up the girl's dormitory stairs.
"What just happened?" Asked Ron.
"I told Hermione that I was muggle-born and she spilled it out to everyone."
"How do you know it was she?" Asked Harry who was evidently sticking up for his friend.
"Because she's the only one that knew," replied Iris curtly.
"But I really don't think Hermione would tell anyone," said Ron.
"Well, then would you like to tell my how Malfoy knew?" Said Iris as she started to calm down.
"Hermione didn't tell anyone. I can assure you that," said Harry as he walked out of the common room through the portrait hole.
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Iris hurried to get to Transfiguration. McGonagall had told her that if she was late one more time she would have detention with her. Iris was sure it would be very different from detention with Severus, where they usually snogged for about an hour.
"One more minute and you would have been late, Miss Hernandez," commented McGonagall as soon as she walked through the door. She sat beside Ron. Although she was still good at Transfiguration, it had long since ceased to be her favorite subject. Potions, of course, was her favorite subject, but Snape was anything but her favorite teacher. He didn't like to teach. So why did he do it? It was almost as though he wanted his students to fail. No, not almost, he did want them to fail. He was heartless. No, she thought, he had a great heart. He just hid it very very carefully.
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*Translation: I have something you'll never have. Balls.
*A/N3: O.k. I know. Snape is totally and completely out of character...so sue me!!!! Oh...please review.... see just down there...it says "Go" and it's a kind of purplish button. Go ahead you know you want to.... By the way, the next chapter won't take me so long as this one. But I really had not time for typing and I had to cut out an entire part of this chapter and add it to chapter 12...
*Chi*
Rated: PG-13
Warning: (L) (A)
Disclaimer: Most of these characters, or fictional places or really almost anything but the plot do not belong to me (obviously) they belong to the most wonderful and greatest genius ever. JKR of course. *CHEERS* If I take anything form anywhere else I will make sure to put it at the beginning of every chapter.
A/N: I know this chapter is a bit tacky but it was good in my head...but now that I know it's tacky I cant change it because then I would have to rewrite about 4 chapters...actually, I would have to rewrite everything I've written after this chapter...so please bear with me. Oh, by the way...down there at the bottom of the page there is a lavender button...please click on where it says "Go" and tell me what you think of my fic so far...go ahead it doesn't bite! Coca-cola Enjoy! (Thanks A.dee for being my most wonderful Beta reader)
A/N2: To anyone and everyone who is reading this fic. I heard a rumor that "Word of Mouth" is the best way for getting people to read your fic. So PLEASE, if it's of no trouble to you...recommend this to your friends! Thank you!
11. The unexpected Knife
It was Saturday, the first Hogsmeade weekend. Harry was going with Cho on a date. So Iris, Hermione, and Ron went together. Ron stopped to look at the brooms.
Hermione huffed and said "is that all you ever think about, Ron? Broomsticks and Quidditch?"
"Iris," said Ron, ignoring Hermione, "did you play Quidditch in America?"
"No," she replied, "my friends and I used to play a game called Quadpot, but just for fun."
Ron plunged into Quidditch talk. Iris listened politely but she didn't care much for flying.
"Let's get some Butterbeers," suggested Hermione as Ron was explaining about the "Wronsky Feint."
"What's butterbeer?" asked Iris, thankful for a break from Quidditch.
"Well, it's this drink that-"
"With alcohol?" interrupted Iris.
"A little," replied Ron.
They walked towards the Three Broomsticks.
"More broomsticks?" asked Iris.
Hermione laughed. "No that's just the name. It's more like a pub."
"Oh," responded Iris, the relief apparent in her voice.
Iris delighted in the butterbeer. Hermione had to pay because Ron didn't have enough money and Iris still had only American Wizard money. When they left they bumped into Harry and Cho. She looked a bit angry and as though she had been crying. Harry was fuming.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Said Ron, obviously not noticing that anything was wrong. Neither of them answered but Cho turned towards Harry and said:
"Well, there's Hermione. You can go ahead and snog her to death." She turned on her heel and walked away.
"Maybe I will," yelled Harry to her back. Hermione took a step back as though saying 'you better not try.' Ron's eyes were the size of saucers. But Iris was looking at someone else. Someone with white blonde hair, strutting towards them with two goons that looked like trolls behind him. Oh, though Iris, he's hot. I must keep my mind on Sevie.
"Hello Potter," said the boy as he approached them.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Said Harry angrily.
"Oh I just wanted to know why you like hanging around Mudbloods like Granger and Hernandez."
Iris snapped. In one second she had wrestled Malfoy out of his wand and was beating him to a pulp. What she had done to Snape, Parvati, and Lavender was nothing compared to what she was doing to Malfoy. She didn't see anything. All she could see was pure hate. Harry and Ron tried to pull her back but she swung at them too. Hermione was shrieking. Iris went on pounding and pounding. Suddenly she stopped hitting him and began to search her robes for something. She found it and hastily took it out. A knife.
"Mudblood am I, Malfoy?" She whispered to him. "I'm going to show you what this Mudblood can do." She raised the knife, but before she could drive it into his abdomen someone held her by the wrist and stopped her. Hagrid held her up in the air. She twisted and kicked but she was silent. Finally her body went limp. She dropped the knife and said silently to an unconscious Malfoy:
"Yo tengo algo que tu nunca podrias tener. Bolas." She spat at his face. She looked around her and saw that all the Hogsmeade hustle and bustle had stopped. Malfoy's goons were standing there, dumbstruck. The Hogwarts teachers were there, even Snape, staring at her in complete silence. It was McGonagall who broke it. "Hagrid, please take Miss Hernandez to the Headmasters office and Mr.Malfoy to the hospital wing."
_________________________________________
As soon as she stepped into Dumbledore's office she began to speak.
"Professor, he provoked me. Damnit. Why did Hermione go and tell everyone about me being Muggle-born? Why does everyone hate me?" she yelled as she burst into tears. Her knees gave way and she fell to the ground. Someone helped her to a chair and stroked her hair. She looked up.
"Sev," was all she could say.
"Don't worry my angel, I'm here," He said softly in her ear. He kissed her tears and then kissed her lips. She could taste the salt of her own tears. Suddenly she remembered.
"Sevie, what about Dumbledore?" She said, glancing at the old man sitting in a chair across from them and looking as though there was nothing strange going on.
"It's ok. He knows. It's all right."
"I'm sorry to interrupt such a heartfelt moment," said the Headmaster quietly. "But I believe the girl is here because she attacked someone, yes?" Iris nodded.
"Miss Hernandez, would you please explain to me everything that happened?" Iris was surprisingly calm as she told the Headmaster every thing that had happened since they left the Three Broomsticks to her arriving at his office.
"Tell me, Miss Hernandez, do you really think it was necessary to hit Malfoy, as you did, because he called you a name. A terrible thing to have called you, I quite agree, but still it was not cause for killing the boy."
"Considering what I've been through, yes," she replied.
"What have you been through?" asked Snape.
"Precisely the question I was going to ask Severus." Said Dumbledore.
And, so, Iris plunged into explanation about her life at Regilucios. Including the fact that she had one friend, Adam, whom she kept in touch with. She talked about the prejudice, the jeers, and all of the things she had been through in Regilucios Academy of Magical Practice. She told them that she was and would always be an outcast.
"Headmaster, can you see how this has caused her psychological damage?" said the Potions Master.
"I'm not a psycho Severus," she said dangerously.
"That's quite enough," interrupted the Headmaster, "Iris, I will not punish you." Iris panicked.
"Please, Professor, don't expel me! I'll have no where to go. I got in a fight with my mother in order for me to be able to attend Hogwarts. She disowned me. Please, please." The tears threatened to fall once again.
"Iris, calm down," said Severus. He took her hand and kissed her temple.
"Miss Hernandez, I will not be expelling anyone. But simply, I will not punish you. Professor Snape, or Sevie as you've taken to calling him," Snape scowled, "will be assigning your punishment."
"Miss Hernandez, detention with me for a week," he said gravely but with a smile playing about his mouth. "Now that's not much of a punishment Severus," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye that Iris found very strange.
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Iris was sitting on an armchair by the fireplace in a deserted Gryffindor common room reading a book when Ron, Harry and Hermione walked in.
"What happened? I thought for sure you'd be expelled,' said Ron.
"Is it true?" asked Harry. Hermione stood to one side.
"Is what true?" snapped Iris.
"That you're Muggle-born," replied Harry. She nodded.
"Were you expelled?' Asked Ron.
"No, I just have detention," answered Iris. She turned towards Hermione. "So you decided to go around telling people, did you ?" Ron looked puzzled. Iris ignored him and continued talking to Hermione.
"That's the last time I'll trust you with my secrets. Are you going to tell the whole world about where I was that night too? You fucking big-mouthed bitch."
"Iris, I swear I didn't-"
"Shut your fat mouth," interrupted Iris. Hermione turned and went up the girl's dormitory stairs.
"What just happened?" Asked Ron.
"I told Hermione that I was muggle-born and she spilled it out to everyone."
"How do you know it was she?" Asked Harry who was evidently sticking up for his friend.
"Because she's the only one that knew," replied Iris curtly.
"But I really don't think Hermione would tell anyone," said Ron.
"Well, then would you like to tell my how Malfoy knew?" Said Iris as she started to calm down.
"Hermione didn't tell anyone. I can assure you that," said Harry as he walked out of the common room through the portrait hole.
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Iris hurried to get to Transfiguration. McGonagall had told her that if she was late one more time she would have detention with her. Iris was sure it would be very different from detention with Severus, where they usually snogged for about an hour.
"One more minute and you would have been late, Miss Hernandez," commented McGonagall as soon as she walked through the door. She sat beside Ron. Although she was still good at Transfiguration, it had long since ceased to be her favorite subject. Potions, of course, was her favorite subject, but Snape was anything but her favorite teacher. He didn't like to teach. So why did he do it? It was almost as though he wanted his students to fail. No, not almost, he did want them to fail. He was heartless. No, she thought, he had a great heart. He just hid it very very carefully.
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*Translation: I have something you'll never have. Balls.
*A/N3: O.k. I know. Snape is totally and completely out of character...so sue me!!!! Oh...please review.... see just down there...it says "Go" and it's a kind of purplish button. Go ahead you know you want to.... By the way, the next chapter won't take me so long as this one. But I really had not time for typing and I had to cut out an entire part of this chapter and add it to chapter 12...
*Chi*