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A/N okay this chapter is kinda short but I do have a History Essay to do for Monday!! Er.anyway tell me what think and thanks for all the nice reviews!! =)
Chapter fifteen ~ Christmas.
Harry was woken up early on Christmas morning.
"Wake up Harry, mum's here and she's brought presents."
Harry rushed to get dressed and the two went down the stairs, crept down the hall and into the kitchen where Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Hermione were sitting at the table.
Tonks was at the sink washing the dishes with a flick of her hand. Moony was watching them from the corner.
"Where's Snape?" Ron said, grabbing a piece of toast.
"'Morning Ron, hello Harry dear." Mrs Weasley said, with a smile.
"He's got some business to see to." Moony said.
"Merry Christmas, Ron, Harry." Hermione said producing to wrapped parcels.
They spent the morning opening presents. There were a lot of defence books from various people, including Hermione. The floor had vanished under a carpet of brightly coloured wrapping paper. Later in the morning Snape walked in grumbling at the state of the floor. He was only there for a few moments when there was footsteps down the stairs.
Delvarney appeared at the door with a tired Rayola. She yawned, sleepily at the group and starred around not recognising them.
Delvarney smiled at the group. "Come on Ray."
Snape frowned at her.
"I figured that Christmas was about family, and friends, so why shouldn't Rayola join us. Give her the present, Severus."
Snape held out a neatly wrapped box. Rayola took it and ripped it open. Instead was a beautiful diamond necklace. Rayola laughed with pleasure at the sight of the glittering gems.
She threw her arms around Snape's neck. He was surprised but not displeased.
Delvarney smiled. "Do you like it Rayola?" she stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the wrapping paper.
"So Harry, good Christmas?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, Thanks, Professor."
"I suppose you have heard, I mean Moony must have told you. The death of poor Narcissa Malfoy."
"Death?" Rayola said, angrily. "You mean murder."
"Like you can talk!" muttered Ron.
"What was that, Weasley?" Snape barked.
"Well, Rayola's a murderer, ain't she?" he shouted.
"Ron." Mrs Weasley said, appalled.
"Ron!" Hermione cried. "Weasley!" Snape yelled.
Ron got up. "I'm going, sorry for speaking the truth."
There was an eerie silence as Ron left the room. Rayola stepped forward. "You're all dying to ask it, I'll put you from your misery. Yes I did it, I killed my father, and I'm glad I did!" she yelled.
No one knew quite what to say. Hermione and Ginny blushed, Mrs Weasley and Tonks turned away, but Harry stared straight into her haunted eyes.
Snape grabbed her and pulled her back.
She screamed. "No, you will not stop me, not this time.not 'til you tell the truth."
As she spoke she seemed more normal, the dizziness disappeared from her voice, and the fear almost fell from her eyes. She turned from the room and walked up the stairs.
Snape stared after her.
Delvarney sighed. "Merry Christmas." She said, lifting a glass of wine, with a smile.
"Merry?" Snape sneered.
"I think not. Poor Narcissa, dead." Mrs Weasley choked.
"You-know-who getting stronger." Ginny said.
"Not knowing who to trust, who is your enemy and who is your friend." Tonks muttered.
"Stuck here in Grimmauld Place." Moony replied.
"Malfoy as minister, ready to throw us into Azkaban." Hermione added.
"Sirius murdered." Harry whispered.
"This is not a merry Christmas." Mrs Weasley said. "And we may not live to see another."
A/N okay this chapter is kinda short but I do have a History Essay to do for Monday!! Er.anyway tell me what think and thanks for all the nice reviews!! =)
Chapter fifteen ~ Christmas.
Harry was woken up early on Christmas morning.
"Wake up Harry, mum's here and she's brought presents."
Harry rushed to get dressed and the two went down the stairs, crept down the hall and into the kitchen where Mrs Weasley, Ginny and Hermione were sitting at the table.
Tonks was at the sink washing the dishes with a flick of her hand. Moony was watching them from the corner.
"Where's Snape?" Ron said, grabbing a piece of toast.
"'Morning Ron, hello Harry dear." Mrs Weasley said, with a smile.
"He's got some business to see to." Moony said.
"Merry Christmas, Ron, Harry." Hermione said producing to wrapped parcels.
They spent the morning opening presents. There were a lot of defence books from various people, including Hermione. The floor had vanished under a carpet of brightly coloured wrapping paper. Later in the morning Snape walked in grumbling at the state of the floor. He was only there for a few moments when there was footsteps down the stairs.
Delvarney appeared at the door with a tired Rayola. She yawned, sleepily at the group and starred around not recognising them.
Delvarney smiled at the group. "Come on Ray."
Snape frowned at her.
"I figured that Christmas was about family, and friends, so why shouldn't Rayola join us. Give her the present, Severus."
Snape held out a neatly wrapped box. Rayola took it and ripped it open. Instead was a beautiful diamond necklace. Rayola laughed with pleasure at the sight of the glittering gems.
She threw her arms around Snape's neck. He was surprised but not displeased.
Delvarney smiled. "Do you like it Rayola?" she stepped into the room, carefully avoiding the wrapping paper.
"So Harry, good Christmas?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, Thanks, Professor."
"I suppose you have heard, I mean Moony must have told you. The death of poor Narcissa Malfoy."
"Death?" Rayola said, angrily. "You mean murder."
"Like you can talk!" muttered Ron.
"What was that, Weasley?" Snape barked.
"Well, Rayola's a murderer, ain't she?" he shouted.
"Ron." Mrs Weasley said, appalled.
"Ron!" Hermione cried. "Weasley!" Snape yelled.
Ron got up. "I'm going, sorry for speaking the truth."
There was an eerie silence as Ron left the room. Rayola stepped forward. "You're all dying to ask it, I'll put you from your misery. Yes I did it, I killed my father, and I'm glad I did!" she yelled.
No one knew quite what to say. Hermione and Ginny blushed, Mrs Weasley and Tonks turned away, but Harry stared straight into her haunted eyes.
Snape grabbed her and pulled her back.
She screamed. "No, you will not stop me, not this time.not 'til you tell the truth."
As she spoke she seemed more normal, the dizziness disappeared from her voice, and the fear almost fell from her eyes. She turned from the room and walked up the stairs.
Snape stared after her.
Delvarney sighed. "Merry Christmas." She said, lifting a glass of wine, with a smile.
"Merry?" Snape sneered.
"I think not. Poor Narcissa, dead." Mrs Weasley choked.
"You-know-who getting stronger." Ginny said.
"Not knowing who to trust, who is your enemy and who is your friend." Tonks muttered.
"Stuck here in Grimmauld Place." Moony replied.
"Malfoy as minister, ready to throw us into Azkaban." Hermione added.
"Sirius murdered." Harry whispered.
"This is not a merry Christmas." Mrs Weasley said. "And we may not live to see another."