TSDADAP

            ~ Mage Kitty

A/N:  AHH!  I figured that during the Chrimbo Hols (Damn you TazMoon for getting me saying that…  *glares*) I would have a lot of free time.  Not.  My life is overrun by a huge amount of homework (Okay, so it's my fault for not doing it when I got it and procrastinating), webcomics (I managed to get my self addicted to about 15 of them…  I have no life now, because I'm trying to catch up, and it's really embarrassing when you send the URL to one of your friends and they end up reading it all in a few hours.  Damn, I have to spend a few minutes laughing before I even press the next button thing…), snowboarding (season passes, whoo!  Though I just killed my neck…  It hurts to move it…  I'm an idiot…) and other stuff I probably forgot to mention…

RivanKnight:  Thank you!

Romm:  Yeah, probably…  But they would have all suffocated René.  Wow, that was the best excuse I came up with?  I'm usually better at making crap up…

Lei:  Yes, I had another chapter up.  If that happens again, in the URL thing, replace the chapter=11 with chapter=12 or whatever…  It works; I've used that trick a few times.  Sometimes it doesn't though…  Whatever…

Shahanna:  Oops…  My bad.  Unfortunately, I can't fix it at the moment, because that chapter is saved on the school's computers, I think…  Or maybe it's on the floppy disk lying in front of my nose…  lol.  I guess the beginning was sorta funny, but I wrote the end, and the last A/N, days after so I didn't remember the beginning and therefore didn't realize that there was actually something funny in that chapter.  Though I have a feeling that my humour will be rapidly declining because all that stuff was written half a year ago, like I've said a million times…  I wonder if I can still write humour like that…

Gemini-Elf-2004:  Thank you, and I've already told you that you could, lol ^^

Disclaimer:  I don't own Severus, Minerva, Albus, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and whomever else I put in this chap…  Though Cassi's first name is mine, thank you very much.  *laughs*

*~*~*~*~* Flashback Spells and Insomnia *~*~*~*~*

            The rest of the day passed semi-normally, though René realized after she interviewed, or interrogated, as the Golden Trio put it, Hermione that she could just give all of her classes a pop 'quiz' asking what they learnt in the past years.  Or just a pop quiz in general.  After René realized that, she began to bang her head repeatedly on the table to the point where Cassi and Minerva had to drag her away.  The three women then began to wander around Diagon Alley, stopping in random stores for no reason, because everyone knows that Diagon Alley is full of surprises and you could find anything there.  During their wanderings, René revealed why she was completely broke in England, while at home she had a lap top and other random items.

            "Why is it that you had no money here, while you had stuff in Canada that you could have sold for money?  And considering that you were a professional duelist and they don't make pennies," Cassi asked René.

            "I got mugged," René said cheerfully.

            "Mugged?" Cassi and Minerva stared at René.

            "Yeah, by these creepy guys in black capes and silver masks.  They seemed sorta familiar, like I've seen them on TV or something," René poked her head into a small, dingy shop.  She quickly withdrew her head when she saw all the cobwebs.

            "Death Eaters?"  Minerva asked.

            "I dunno.  One of them had long blonde hair.  He seemed to be the leader," René sidestepped a running teenager.

            "The masks and cloaks cover their entire bodies, how did you know he had blonde hair?" Cassi asked.

            "I pulled his hood off.  Them bastards though I was a bloody Muggle…  Maybe it would be best if I showed you," René decided.  Her two companions nodded and found a place to sit down.  Minerva calmly cast the spell enabling a person to see another's memories.  It was commonly referred to as the 'Flashback Spell'.  The world went black around the three witches and they plunged into the depth of René's memories…

            René was dressed in faded jeans and a green shirt, her long brown hair fell loosely past her shoulders.  She was wandering around in Muggle London, looking to all the world a normal everyday Muggle.  Her two geese were nowhere to be seen.  René shifted the backpack on her back and stopped at a 'don't walk' sign.  The three witches surveying the scene could see three black robed figures sneaking up on René.  The biggest one clamped a hand around René's mouth and dragged her struggling form off into a magically darkened alleyway.

            "Take all of her money and valuables," the man standing farthest away said.  Minerva recognised his voice to be Lucius Malfoy's.

            "Yessir," the man who dragged René into the alley said.  MacNair, judged Minerva.

            "Hurry, hurry, hurry!" the little man squeaked, bounding up and down on the balls of his feet.  He earned a cuff over the head and a rebuke from Lucius for that comment.

            "Shut up, Wormtail."

            Meanwhile, René was desperately trying to get her wand; she knew that it was the only way she could defend herself.  Lucius turned his mask towards her.

            "My, my, my…  What have we got here?  Aren't you a pretty one," Lucius drawled stepping closer to René.  With a flick of his wand, she was bound in place with invisible ropes.

            "If you do anything to me, the Canadian Government will investigate and create great problems for you," René said desperately.

            "A foreigner, then.  All the more fun," Lucius stroked René's cheek.  René visibly flinched.

            "I've got everything, sir.  But I don't think she's a Muggle," MacNair held up René's wand.  René began struggling harder, trying to reach the one thing that would save her.

            "No matter," Lucius shrugged, "Now, my dear woman.  What's your name?"

            "None of your business," René spat out.

            "I'm afraid it is.  Everything of yours is my business," Lucius murmured into her ear, "Tell me.  You know what I can do."

            René swallowed.  She did know what he could do, "Fine then.  If it would make you happy," she said this with thinly veiled sarcasm, "René."

            "Last name please, René," Lucius' hand left her cheek and travelled downwards.

            "Remfair," René said with obvious disgust.

            "Remfair, eh?  Your name is familiar, but you are not Pureblooded," Lucius' hand continued on its downward path, much to René's disgust.

            "Oh, but I am," René lied, "My family is one of the last Purebloods in all of Canada," in truth, her father's side was the last of the Purebloods.  But they had disowned René's immediate family decades ago.

            "Nice try, René," Lucius' hand was resting on her breast.  René's disgust was written all over her face, "Don't like this, do you?  I'm afraid there is more to come," Lucius gave René's boob a squeeze.

            "Fuck you," René said.

            "En contraire, I shall be doing that to you," Lucius smiled sweetly and kissed René.  René bit his lip, "Bitch!"

            "ACCIO WAND!" René yelled as loud as she could and squeezed her eyes' shut, concentrating as hard as she could.  The wand smacked into her free hand.  René flicked the wand and the bindings fell off her, "Get out of my sight, you three," René snapped.

            "I don't think so.  Imperio!" Lucius lazily cursed René.  He didn't realize that René had a little talent at stopping curses.  She held out her left hand and caught the curse before it hit her.  She calmly held the ball of magic floating above her hand.

            "I repeat, get out of my sight," Wormtail had already ran and MacNair was backing away.  Only Lucius held his ground.

            "So you want to play rough, don't you," he stalked closer to René.

            "It's just me and you now, bastard," René growled, smirking over his shoulder.  Lucius fell for her trick and turned around.  René calmly attempted to curse him, but her spells were blocked by a shield.

            "Nice try," Lucius turned back to René.

            "But I am right," René smirked then threw herself bodily on Lucius.  It wasn't expected.  Who would think that a five foot five witch would physically attack an over six foot tall man?  It was just the edge that René needed, though all she managed to do was to pull his hood back.  Lucius' blonde hair fell about his shoulders as he shoved her off of him.  René attempted a few more curses, but his shield was too strong for this kind of combat.  If she was sniping him, it would have been a different story.  But here René didn't have the same amount of time and she needed to keep cursing him in an attempt of slowing him down.  The match was a stalemate; neither could get in a shot at the other.  René ended it by throwing a loose brick at his head.  Lucius keeled over unconscious…

            The scene faded, and the three witches blinked in to bright light of Diagon Alley.

            "You were mugged by Lucius Malfoy, Waldin MacNair and Peter Pettigrew?" Minerva exclaimed.

            "That's their names?  I guess I was," René shrugged.

            "Peter Pettigrew?  He's dead!  Sirius Black killed him over a decade ago!" Cassi exclaimed.

            "Obviously not.  Wormtail is Pettigrew's nickname," Minerva said grimly.

            "Why didn't you tell the Ministry or the Aurors or something?" Cassi asked.

            "I did.  I haven't been compensated by my lost items or anything," René grumbled, "Bloody government.  I had an Invisibility Cloak in there!"

            Their conversation drifted away from René's mugging and off into more trivial subjects.  The three witches spent the rest of the day wandering around Diagon Alley.  Since Diagon Alley never closes, the witches were there until a little while past midnight.  René was the one to realize the time and the witches had a brief conversation consisting of 'what?' 'oh my god!' and other phrases.  They all hurried back to Hogwarts.

            Later that night, or morning, René was tossing and turning in her bed.  She couldn't sleep at all.  And she knew why.  And she also knew that she wouldn't get any sleep unless she confronted that problem.  Still, René tossed and turned in her bed until four in the morning.  It was then she finally screamed at the top of her lungs, stormed out of bed and wrapped a cloak over her pyjamas.  She then began to angrily stalk to Severus' rooms.  Half way through her ranting, she realized that starting an argument with Severus would not help her sleep, so she managed to calm down.  It was then she realized that she was walking barefooted through the dungeons at four in the morning.  She shrugged and kept walking; Severus' rooms were closer to her position than hers were.

            "Severus?" René asked, knocking lightly on his door, "Er, I realize that it's very early in the morning and all, but are you awake or anything?" René muttered the password and pushed the door open, "Oh my God…"

            Severus was laying there in the middle of his floor in a pool of his own blood.  Fearing the worse, René ran over to his side and checked to see if he was breathing.  He was.

            "Oh God!  What am I supposed to do?  It's been years, hell, decades since I took that CPR class," René put her hands in her mouth, "Poppy.  She'll know what to do," René glanced at Severus and realized that there was no way in hell that she was just going to leave him there, bleeding, "House Elves!" she exclaimed, "Uh, how do you summon one?" René frowned and tried to remember.  Beside her, Severus groaned.  René forgot about the house elves and turned back to Severus.  Severus opened his eyes and saw René bending over him, fear written across her face.

            "What are you?  René?" he asked weakly.

            "Severus!  What happened to you?" René asked.

            "Ran into some trouble in the Forbidden Forest, that's all.  I'll be fine," Severus tried to push himself up, but René held him down.

            "Bullshit.  You're a mess.  Look at this blood!" René exclaimed.

            "It's nothing," Severus protested.

            "Really?  And you expect me to believe that?  I'm not an idiot!" René looked at him sceptically.

            "What are you doing here?" Severus asked, trying to change the subject.

            "I came because I can't sleep and to apologise.  Well, I'm sorry for taking your wand and not giving it back Severus," René didn't meet his eyes.

            "It doesn't matter, René," Severus smiled weakly.

            "Yes it does!  Severus, what happened to you?" René asked again.

            "It's none of your business and it has nothing concerning you," Severus said firmly.

            "Fine.  But you still need medical help," René said just as firmly.

            "Fine.  Go get Poppy," Severus attempted to shrug.

            "I'm not leaving you, Severus," René said.

            "Then get a house elf," Severus said faintly.

            "I don't know how to summon one," René said.  Severus didn't respond; he'd fallen unconscious again, "Severus?  Severus!  Wake up!" René looked fearfully at her friend, "Uh, Albus!  He'll know what to do!" René rushed over to the fireplace and found a jar of Floo Powder.  She threw it into the flames then stuck her head in, yelling Albus' name.  Oddly, it was Minerva who answered her call.

            "René?  What are you doing?" Minerva asked.

            "I could ask you the same," René shot back, wondering why Minerva was in Albus' rooms at four in the morning.  Then again, she was in Severus' rooms at for in the morning as well…

            "I asked you first," Minerva protested.

            "Get Albus.  I don't want to explain more than once," René said.

            "I'm here.  Start explaining," Albus said.

            "I'm in Severus' rooms and currently Severus is lying in a puddle of his own blood.  Get Poppy someone!" René commanded.  Minerva and Albus looked at each other in fear.

            "I'll go get her," Minerva said, then hurried off.

            "Get your head out of the fire, René.  I'm coming down," Albus told René.  She obliged.

            "Alright," Albus said after he entered Severus' rooms via Floo, "Where's Severus?"

            "I'll give you one hint.  He's lying in a puddle of blood!" René said hysterically.  She then started breathing slower in an attempt to calm herself down.

            "He looks cold," Albus said, "Go get something to cover him with," René unwrapped the cloak from around her shoulders and gently covered Severus' with it.

            "I meant blankets from his bed room," Albus rolled his eyes.

            "It was too big anyway.  I kept tripping over it," René protested.

            "You wonder why?  It's Severus' cloak," Albus rolled his eyes as Poppy and Minerva burst in.  Poppy immediately went to Severus and began cleaning his wounds.

            "René, Minerva?  I advise you both to go back to bed," Albus said.  Both shook their heads.  Albus looked at them and Minerva submitted.  René glared stubbornly, "René," he said softly.  René glared for a few long seconds, then turned and stalked out of the room with Minerva running to catch up.

*~*~*~*~*

A/N:  Well, and I though that I was actually going to get to the start of term feast thingy this chapter.  Oh well…  Twelve chapters and I haven't even gotten to the school year.  How long is this fic going to be?

            ~ Mage Kitty =^.^=