**disclaimer and crappe** Don't own HP or FtS. I'm just stealing them and
using them for my own amusement...Hehe...Though I wouldn't mind owning Wood,
he's the hot one...Mhhh...*coughs* Err...To get back on track, two chapters in
two days! Weee!! *cough cough* Here's the next installment, I'll just shut
up now.
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Chapter Eight, Crime and Punishment . . . A fortnight or so after the eventful Halloween carnival, the night found Lissa sprawled out in the Common room, a
myriad of books, parchment, and quills surrounding her. The workload had increased tremendously in two weeks and many of
the Seventh years had been on the verge of having minor nervy spazzes. She scribbled madly on a piece of parchment,
muttering the words she was writing at the same time. Suddenly, she let out an angry curse and threw her quill down on the
emerald carpet, leaving a bluish stain in the symbol of a withered flower. She did not see it though because she had pushed
herself up into a sitting position, her back and neck cracking loudly as she stretched. She let her mind drift for a moment, going
back to the several times in the past two weeks that she had been ridiculed by the majority of the Gryffindors. She pulled
herself out of the memories and sighed softly, her head dropping into her hands. Life in general had been rather hard for her
lately, but luckily she had the comforting presence of her boyfriend, her brother and a few friends. Lissa sighed quietly and
collected her homework. She noticed the ink stain finally, a strange sense of foreboding settling down on her already troubled
soul. How often does an inks stain take on the shape of a withered flower? She looked at it for a moment then took her wand
from one of the pockets of her robe. Just as she did a cleaning spell, the portrait door to her left burst open and three people
tumbled into the common room. She lifted her eyes from the floor and smiled slightly to the boys.
"You three really could be more quiet, there are some people who actually want to get their homework done."
Blaise draped himself over the back of the couch one of her legs was leaning on, grinning widely to her.
"There may indeed be some people who want to get their homework done Lissa, you my dear are not one of them."
Her brother and Draco came up and leaned on the couch on either side of him, making soft agreeing noises. She glowered at
them and pushed herself to her feet, homework and quill under her arm.
"You three suck, go find some other girl to torment until I finish."
The three boys looked at each other, and then launched themselves over the sofa at her. Lissa let out a surprised squeak as
three large bodies knocked into her. Someone, namely a blond, threw her over his shoulder and headed for the portrait hole.
She looked at Gabe and Blaise for support, but the two boys merely grinned at her. She sighed and hit Draco on the side of
the head with a balled up fist.
"First, put me the hell down. Secondly, where the hell are we going? Thirdly, PUT ME THE HELL DOWN!"
Draco snorted, but let her down all the same. She glowered at the three of them and promptly straightened her rumpled skirt,
then crossed her arms. Luckily they were still in the common room and Lissa was not in any danger of some unnamed hormone
crazed male attempting to look up her skirt.
"Where the hell do you three want to take me? Gabe, I will blast your freaking brains out if you don't tell me and I will freeze
you other two if I don't find out."
Gabe was about to say something, but Blaise promptly kicked him in the shins and moved forward. The purple eyed boy
dropped to one knee and took her hand, his eyes sparkling slightly in mirth.
"Oh Lady Lissa, your humble servants and I were just going to remove your...err...glowing presence from this room. We
decided that your...um...current place of residence was not...err..."
Lissa groaned at Blaise's horrid attempt at an explanation and she simply leaned forward and smacked him upside the head.
"Blaise, shut the hell up. You are making about as much sense as a hippogriff on crack." Her hands slid to her hips and she
adopted the You better listen up because I am gonna lecture your asses off pose. The three males unconsciously drew back,
pressing their bodies
against the portrait hole in a sad attempt at evading the soon to be lecturing female. She simply smirked at them and let out
a guffaw of laughter when the portrait opened up and the boys tumbled out backwards. Lissa walked over to the hole and
leaned in it, looking at the prone boys.
"That was marvelous, would you three mind recreating that so I can hear the squeaks you made when you hit the ground?"
The males tried to get up, but their limbs were entangled and they tumbled over again. She simply shook her head and
hopped out of the common room and leaned against the wall. As the portrait hole closed up, Brad came skipping up the
dark hallway from the Slytherin common room. She waved frantically at Lissa and then burst into hysterical laughter when she
saw the three boys.
"Lissa! They look like hippogriffs on crack!"
"They are hippogriffs on crack."
"Hey! I'm not a hippogriff! I am the member of one of the oldest wizarding families!" Draco attempted to get to his feet, an
indignant look on his face. Lissa smirked to her friend and sauntered towards her boyfriend, her dark eyes shining with a
dangerously playful gleam.
"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry to have wounded your pride! I should have remembered how touchy you are! It's so easy to deflate
your overly enlarged ego that threatens to engulf us all!"
Draco scowled visibly at her. Lissa grinned slightly and walked closer to him, her hips swaying in a slow, seductive manner.
When their bodies were only about a hairs width apart, he lowered his head down to hers. Her hands rested on his chest and
then she shoved him away from herself and he fell over on top of Gabe and Blaise. Lissa and Brad burst into peals of hysterical
laughter and leaned on each other when Lissa stepped away from the pile of bodies. The three boys writhed around on the
stone floor for a moment more before they were able untangle their limbs and get to their feet. The five friends looked at
each other, and then set off down the hall towards dinner.
After dinner, the group of Slytherins decided to go outside and watch the squid try to catch the merchildren who were
darting around its massive tentacles. Draco and Lissa sat against the trunk of one of the large willow trees at the bank of the
lake, she half in his arms. Brad and Blaise were sitting close together, Blaise occasionally dropping blades of grass unseen into
Brad's hair. Gabe was constantly moving, walking and hopping around the others. The five sat there for quite some time, lost
in thought. As the sun began to kiss the horizon with its soft, golden touch Lissa let out a horrified gasp. Coming up the
grounds from the main gate, were four people, three with horridly red hair and the other with wildly untidy black. She sunk in
closer next to Draco, trying to make her body stop its angry shaking. The four people Lissa was trying to ignore just so
happened to walk ten feet or so from her group of friends and Arthur Weasley noticed her.
"Analissa! I haven't seen you such a long time! Why didn't you come to the Burrow when your parents were killed? Molly and I
would have been more then glad to take care of you until school started!" He paused his monologue for a moment and
noticed whose company she was in. "Why on earth are with Lucius Malfoy's son?"
Lissa gently shrugged out of Draco's arms, ignoring his attempts to keep her wrapped up in his protective embrace. She
walked a few steps toward the others, the grass around her completely flattening due to the wind building up. Arthur
seemed to think she was still in mourning by the look on her face and walked over to her. Before she could do anything, he
had wrapped her up in his arms. The Slytherins behind her all drew in a collective gasp.
"Oh yes, Analissa, do you know of the Rozas? Ron told me that they were sorted into Slytherin at the beginning of the year. I
need to talk to them see if they will be as much trouble as their parents were."
Lissa's chocolate eyes flashed angrily as they melted into a truly ire filled glare. She ripped herself out of the red haired man's
arms, her hands clenched into fists.
"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!" Her voice came out in a high-pitched shriek. The wind suddenly dropped and there was total
silence except for Draco whispering for her to calm down.
"Sissa come on, they aren't worth your time!"
Arthur did not seem to hear Draco and stared at Lissa with a bemused look crossing his normally cheerful face.
"I did not kill you parents...They were murdered by Death Eaters. Do you feel all right, would you like me to take you to the
Hospital Wing?"
Her fury intensified when he obviously did not get her drift. Her voice had lost its hysterical edge, but was no less soft. Daggers
of hate wound like a snake around its prey through her words, waiting to ensnare Arthur.
"You and James Potter killed my parents. After you had murdered my father and completely innocent mother, you turned
your freakin wands onto my brother and me." A sneer crossed her face, marring her looks into a mask of rage. "Or at least you
would have if my mother hadn't saved us. Much like Potter over there was saved by his slut of a mother." Her eyes burned
with an inner fire as she glared at Arthur, Ron, Ginny, and Harry. The four looked surprised, then Arthur's brow furrowed.
"I didn't kill your...Holy Merlin! You are the bloody Rozas!"
Lissa snorted darkly, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Well aren't you the smart one Weasley."
"I need to talk to you then. Come along, we can go to Dumbledore's office." He reached out to grab her bicep. She hissed in
a very catlike way and skittered backward.
"Don't you ever come near me or my brother again Weasley."
"Or you'll do what? Curse us all?" Ron had stepped up beside his father, a pathetic attempt at a sneer on his face. Draco
and the other three appeared at Lissa's sides, Draco wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Bugger off Weasley. It's five again four. We'll kick your poor arse back to your sad excuse for a house."
The rest of the Slytherins chorused their agreement, smirks crossing their faces. The weather started to grow more intense and
the air around them seemed to wave in the heat.
"I don't think I'm going to 'bugger off' as you put it Ferret."
"Don't call Draco a ferret you stupid ass!"
"He? An ass? I don't think so," Harry started grinning nastily at her. "You are much more of an ass you slut. You are nothing
more then a good for nothing whore who would do anything for a lay. You're just a stupid hooker who should be tied up and
beaten. So, did you really give up your innocence so you could spend a single night with the blond ferret over there? I'm
surprised he's still with you. I'd think he would have dropped you for a newer piece of..."
"You odious little piece of revolting, repugnant, repulsive piece of refuse! I am none of the things you accused me of being!"
Her eyes darkened to hard obsidian as her hands clenched into fists, her nails piercing the tender flesh of her palms, creating
little crescent moon cuts.
All of the Slytherins drew their wands, ready to defend Lissa's honor. The only thing that saved the Gryffindors from really
getting their asses kicked was Dumbledore clearing his throat. He had seen them from the window of his office and had luckily
known that no good would come from this.
"All of you put your wands down this instant before any lives are lost. Enough blood is shed already without you adding to it.
Mr. Malfoy please escort your friends back up to the school, I will be speaking with you five later. Mr. Weasley please come up
to my office, we need to speak right now about you coming onto school grounds and trying to interrogate my students. You
three, get back to your respective common room now!"
Everyone scurried to do the elderly man's bidding, the normal jovial sparkle gone from his blue eyes leaving a terrifyingly cold
abyss in its place.
Lissa sat on her bed, clenching fist fulls of the thick comforter beneath her. Her friends knew that it would be a very bad
idea to try and say anything, but her brother put a tentative hand on her shoulder.
"He's a bastard Liss, that's obvious. We'll get back at him and the rest of his stupid Gryffindor gang."
She sighed softly and looked up at him, her hair in frizzing clouds of black around her face.
"Thanks for the support...I just wish Dumbledore hadn't come. I so wanted to rip that stupid piece of filth apart for what he
and Pot-head's dad did to our parents."
Gabe smiled slightly and patted her shoulder slowly. The big grandfather clock in the common room chimed eight, its melodic
peals twining amorously with their ears.
"It's time we leave. We've missed lunch. I'm going to go down to the kitchens, anyone want anything?"
Everyone else shook their heads. After biding each other goodnight, the group departed, Draco to his own bedroom, leaving
Lissa all alone. She sighed quietly and pulled the thick comforter of her bed up around her shoulders, her eyes empty. Her mind
flicked back hateful things her ex-friends had called her that day. She knew herself she was not a whore, but their words still
got under her skin and were pricking her with their poisonous tendrils. The look on Ron's, her subconscious found it strangely
very, very hard to call him Weasley in the cruel tone Draco did, face when he called her those horrid, loathe filled words. He
really hated her for changing "sides" and befriending and falling in love with one of his mortal enemies. The same went for
Harry. They had all been such good friends of hers. Lissa pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, her boding taking up
a slight rocking motion as she slipped deeper into the recesses of her memory. She saw her mother's battered hand reaching
for her face, the fingers with their nails ripped out from the tender beds still bleeding slightly. Her mother's bruised face
contorted with the need to touch the living flesh of her daughter, the pain of her child recoiling in fear at the sight of her. A
half formed sob escaped her as the feeling of being utterly lost and having the weight of the world pressing down upon her
shoulders completely overwhelmed her. Suddenly, the ornamental dagger her brother had gotten her as a joke when they
were younger took on a whole new light. What if she just...Lissa shook her head quickly and tried to push away her helpless
feelings. She took several deep breathes and started to lie down, knowing sleep would help her a great deal. Just as her head
touched the pillow, a note suddenly appeared on her bedside table. She sighed quietly, the momentary hope of sleeping
disappeared like a snuffed out candle, leaving her dark eyes totally devoid of emotion. She opened the letter slowly, her eyes
skimming its contents.
Ms. Roza;
Please come up to my office. We need to speak about what commenced earlier. Please come tonight and as soon as
possible. I understand that you have Headgirl duties, but they will be taken care of by a prefect or by Mr. Malfoy.
Professor Dumbledore
She groaned quietly and crumpled the note up, dropping the note on her pillow. She shrugged out of her blanket and slowly
got up from the warm, safe haven of her bed.
A few minutes later Lissa was outside the door to the Headmaster's study. Surprisingly, the gryffin that guarded the
staircase had not given her much trouble. She sighed softly and knocked on the door, wincing slightly as the sound echoed
around the small stone chamber and the room beyond the door. The door opened slowly and she slipped in when
Dumbledore bade her enter. She sat down in one of the chairs before his desk, her head bowed slightly.
"I apologize for what I did and what I almost did Professor."
Dumbledore did not reply for a minute, as if he was almost expecting her to say something else. When he realized that was it,
he smiled slightly to her. "You are not going to come up with some excuse or try to push the blame on someone else?"
She shook her head slowly, raising her eyes from his desk to meet his own blue ones. "No Professor. Though I did not provoke
them, I will not blame them for riling my up. I simply should have ignored them and listened to what Draco and the other's
told me. And, not meaning to sound clichéd, but it would be very Slytherin of me to try and worm myself out of trouble."
"Now would be the time for me to say how very Gryffindor of you, but we all have a little bit of the Gryffindor spirit within us,
some more then others. I appreciate that you are willing to take the sole blame for what occurred today, but it is not entirely
your fault. You were simply defending your honor and your parents. For that, I will not punish you. But you did raise your wand
against another in an attempt to harm, even though it was for just causes, I can not over look that. You will have a weeks
worth of detention with Professor Snape starting tomorrow. You will need to speak to him tonight to find out what times."
Lissa's eyes saddened when he said she was going to be punished, but a kindling of needed hope flared to life in her eyes
when she was told who she would be serving her detentions with. She almost said something about it, but simply inclined her
head to him.
"Yes Professor."
"That is all my dear, unless there is anything you wish to ask me?"
"There is one thing I would like to ask you Sir. What happened to Mr. Weasley?"
The old man sighed softly and clasped his hands on the desk before him.
"Well, let me just say he will be in much trouble back at the ministry for raising his wand against a student, even one that he
was ordered to question."
"Thank you Professor. Good night Sir."
"Good night Analissa."
Lissa slipped from her chair and quickly left Dumbledore's office. Once she had cleared the nasty stone gryffin she leaned
against the cold wall, exhaling softly. Rounds would start very soon, but had not Dumbledore said one of the lower classman
would take her duties for the night? She needed to go find out the times of her detention. She broke away from the wall and
quietly plodded down to the dungeons, hoping her uncle
was not in a horrible mood.
Lissa knocked on the door to Severus's study then shifted her weight from foot to foot as she waited for him to open the
door. When he finally opened the door, there was an angry glare on his face. When he saw her standing miserably in the
doorway he ushered her into the room and made her sit down.
"Don't speak Lissa, just sit. I already know Albus gave you detention with me for a week. I don't think you should be given any
detentions, you were merely defending yourself. Potter and Weasley should be the ones scrubbing cauldrons until their hands
are peeling."
She curled up in one of the large black armchairs in front of the fire, her feet tucking under her bum. She looked up at her
uncle with her now seemingly always empty eyes.
"Gussy what will I be doing during the hours I'm down here? I mean you just said you aren't going to make me do any
physical labor...I was kind of hoping you would let me work on some of the potions Madame Pomfrey might need or some of
my mountain load of homework."
Severus was about to reply scathingly, but when he saw her frighteningly empty eyes he swallowed it. He quickly conjured a
tray of tea and set it down on the small end table beside the large chair.
"You can help me with a potion that might completely cure lycanthropy. I greatly dislike the current monthly potion
werewolves have to take; it does not do all it should."
A slight smile settled onto Lissa's face, though it did not reach her eyes. She wanted to do something that would help people,
especially her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the much loved Remus Lupin. If she could help her uncle create the
potion that might cure his plight, then she was all for it.
"Okay Gussy, I would very much like to help you with that potion. What time should I be down here until the potion is
finished?"
"Right after dinner should be good Lissa. I am unsure of how long it will take to get a good start on the potion."
"Who will it be tested on?"
"Who do you think?" His voice held a little of the sarcasm it was laced with during class, but Lissa knew it was not meant to
hurt her feelings. Her uncle was just like that, he could not help it.
"Okay, okay, it's obvious it will be tested on Professor Lupin...I just wanted to be sure."
Severus nodded and watched as she finished her tea. There was something bothering his niece that was as obvious as the
nose on his face. He sat down on the other arm chair and studied her with the obsidian eyes. Once, when he was very young,
his eyes had been the same dark brown as hers. But due to the things he had gone through throughout his life, they had
taken on a permanently dark hue. Lissa noticed him staring at her and faked a slight smile.
"Is there any reason to why you are staring at me Gussy? It is rather unnerving."
"What is bothering you child? Something torments your soul..."
This got a soft chuckle from her and she rubbed a hand across her face, as if trying to wipe away all the bad feelings inside of
her.
"You sound exactly like Dumbledore when you do that. If someone like, oh Blaise or Draco heard you say that they would
accuse you of being totally soft."
Severus sighed quietly and rubbed his temples. "I have a right to be soft around my deceased sister's children Analissa. You
are technically under my care and I wish to know what is wrong with you."
"Nothing is wrong with me Gussy, nothing at all. I'm perfectly okay. I'm just slightly shaken up about all that has happened
today. Good night."
She quickly got up and literally fled his study, her robes flying out behind her in a very Snape like way. He sighed and shook his
head. He could not force her to tell him what the matter with her was. She would come to him, or at least her brother, when
she was ready to spill. With a flick of his wand he cleared away the empty teacup and slightly steaming pot and headed out
of his study to his bedroom where he was sure to have a sleepless night, worrying like a parent over his niece. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hello everyone...I really don't have anything to rant on about...That's a first
Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel
Chapter Eight, Crime and Punishment . . . A fortnight or so after the eventful Halloween carnival, the night found Lissa sprawled out in the Common room, a
myriad of books, parchment, and quills surrounding her. The workload had increased tremendously in two weeks and many of
the Seventh years had been on the verge of having minor nervy spazzes. She scribbled madly on a piece of parchment,
muttering the words she was writing at the same time. Suddenly, she let out an angry curse and threw her quill down on the
emerald carpet, leaving a bluish stain in the symbol of a withered flower. She did not see it though because she had pushed
herself up into a sitting position, her back and neck cracking loudly as she stretched. She let her mind drift for a moment, going
back to the several times in the past two weeks that she had been ridiculed by the majority of the Gryffindors. She pulled
herself out of the memories and sighed softly, her head dropping into her hands. Life in general had been rather hard for her
lately, but luckily she had the comforting presence of her boyfriend, her brother and a few friends. Lissa sighed quietly and
collected her homework. She noticed the ink stain finally, a strange sense of foreboding settling down on her already troubled
soul. How often does an inks stain take on the shape of a withered flower? She looked at it for a moment then took her wand
from one of the pockets of her robe. Just as she did a cleaning spell, the portrait door to her left burst open and three people
tumbled into the common room. She lifted her eyes from the floor and smiled slightly to the boys.
"You three really could be more quiet, there are some people who actually want to get their homework done."
Blaise draped himself over the back of the couch one of her legs was leaning on, grinning widely to her.
"There may indeed be some people who want to get their homework done Lissa, you my dear are not one of them."
Her brother and Draco came up and leaned on the couch on either side of him, making soft agreeing noises. She glowered at
them and pushed herself to her feet, homework and quill under her arm.
"You three suck, go find some other girl to torment until I finish."
The three boys looked at each other, and then launched themselves over the sofa at her. Lissa let out a surprised squeak as
three large bodies knocked into her. Someone, namely a blond, threw her over his shoulder and headed for the portrait hole.
She looked at Gabe and Blaise for support, but the two boys merely grinned at her. She sighed and hit Draco on the side of
the head with a balled up fist.
"First, put me the hell down. Secondly, where the hell are we going? Thirdly, PUT ME THE HELL DOWN!"
Draco snorted, but let her down all the same. She glowered at the three of them and promptly straightened her rumpled skirt,
then crossed her arms. Luckily they were still in the common room and Lissa was not in any danger of some unnamed hormone
crazed male attempting to look up her skirt.
"Where the hell do you three want to take me? Gabe, I will blast your freaking brains out if you don't tell me and I will freeze
you other two if I don't find out."
Gabe was about to say something, but Blaise promptly kicked him in the shins and moved forward. The purple eyed boy
dropped to one knee and took her hand, his eyes sparkling slightly in mirth.
"Oh Lady Lissa, your humble servants and I were just going to remove your...err...glowing presence from this room. We
decided that your...um...current place of residence was not...err..."
Lissa groaned at Blaise's horrid attempt at an explanation and she simply leaned forward and smacked him upside the head.
"Blaise, shut the hell up. You are making about as much sense as a hippogriff on crack." Her hands slid to her hips and she
adopted the You better listen up because I am gonna lecture your asses off pose. The three males unconsciously drew back,
pressing their bodies
against the portrait hole in a sad attempt at evading the soon to be lecturing female. She simply smirked at them and let out
a guffaw of laughter when the portrait opened up and the boys tumbled out backwards. Lissa walked over to the hole and
leaned in it, looking at the prone boys.
"That was marvelous, would you three mind recreating that so I can hear the squeaks you made when you hit the ground?"
The males tried to get up, but their limbs were entangled and they tumbled over again. She simply shook her head and
hopped out of the common room and leaned against the wall. As the portrait hole closed up, Brad came skipping up the
dark hallway from the Slytherin common room. She waved frantically at Lissa and then burst into hysterical laughter when she
saw the three boys.
"Lissa! They look like hippogriffs on crack!"
"They are hippogriffs on crack."
"Hey! I'm not a hippogriff! I am the member of one of the oldest wizarding families!" Draco attempted to get to his feet, an
indignant look on his face. Lissa smirked to her friend and sauntered towards her boyfriend, her dark eyes shining with a
dangerously playful gleam.
"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry to have wounded your pride! I should have remembered how touchy you are! It's so easy to deflate
your overly enlarged ego that threatens to engulf us all!"
Draco scowled visibly at her. Lissa grinned slightly and walked closer to him, her hips swaying in a slow, seductive manner.
When their bodies were only about a hairs width apart, he lowered his head down to hers. Her hands rested on his chest and
then she shoved him away from herself and he fell over on top of Gabe and Blaise. Lissa and Brad burst into peals of hysterical
laughter and leaned on each other when Lissa stepped away from the pile of bodies. The three boys writhed around on the
stone floor for a moment more before they were able untangle their limbs and get to their feet. The five friends looked at
each other, and then set off down the hall towards dinner.
After dinner, the group of Slytherins decided to go outside and watch the squid try to catch the merchildren who were
darting around its massive tentacles. Draco and Lissa sat against the trunk of one of the large willow trees at the bank of the
lake, she half in his arms. Brad and Blaise were sitting close together, Blaise occasionally dropping blades of grass unseen into
Brad's hair. Gabe was constantly moving, walking and hopping around the others. The five sat there for quite some time, lost
in thought. As the sun began to kiss the horizon with its soft, golden touch Lissa let out a horrified gasp. Coming up the
grounds from the main gate, were four people, three with horridly red hair and the other with wildly untidy black. She sunk in
closer next to Draco, trying to make her body stop its angry shaking. The four people Lissa was trying to ignore just so
happened to walk ten feet or so from her group of friends and Arthur Weasley noticed her.
"Analissa! I haven't seen you such a long time! Why didn't you come to the Burrow when your parents were killed? Molly and I
would have been more then glad to take care of you until school started!" He paused his monologue for a moment and
noticed whose company she was in. "Why on earth are with Lucius Malfoy's son?"
Lissa gently shrugged out of Draco's arms, ignoring his attempts to keep her wrapped up in his protective embrace. She
walked a few steps toward the others, the grass around her completely flattening due to the wind building up. Arthur
seemed to think she was still in mourning by the look on her face and walked over to her. Before she could do anything, he
had wrapped her up in his arms. The Slytherins behind her all drew in a collective gasp.
"Oh yes, Analissa, do you know of the Rozas? Ron told me that they were sorted into Slytherin at the beginning of the year. I
need to talk to them see if they will be as much trouble as their parents were."
Lissa's chocolate eyes flashed angrily as they melted into a truly ire filled glare. She ripped herself out of the red haired man's
arms, her hands clenched into fists.
"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!" Her voice came out in a high-pitched shriek. The wind suddenly dropped and there was total
silence except for Draco whispering for her to calm down.
"Sissa come on, they aren't worth your time!"
Arthur did not seem to hear Draco and stared at Lissa with a bemused look crossing his normally cheerful face.
"I did not kill you parents...They were murdered by Death Eaters. Do you feel all right, would you like me to take you to the
Hospital Wing?"
Her fury intensified when he obviously did not get her drift. Her voice had lost its hysterical edge, but was no less soft. Daggers
of hate wound like a snake around its prey through her words, waiting to ensnare Arthur.
"You and James Potter killed my parents. After you had murdered my father and completely innocent mother, you turned
your freakin wands onto my brother and me." A sneer crossed her face, marring her looks into a mask of rage. "Or at least you
would have if my mother hadn't saved us. Much like Potter over there was saved by his slut of a mother." Her eyes burned
with an inner fire as she glared at Arthur, Ron, Ginny, and Harry. The four looked surprised, then Arthur's brow furrowed.
"I didn't kill your...Holy Merlin! You are the bloody Rozas!"
Lissa snorted darkly, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Well aren't you the smart one Weasley."
"I need to talk to you then. Come along, we can go to Dumbledore's office." He reached out to grab her bicep. She hissed in
a very catlike way and skittered backward.
"Don't you ever come near me or my brother again Weasley."
"Or you'll do what? Curse us all?" Ron had stepped up beside his father, a pathetic attempt at a sneer on his face. Draco
and the other three appeared at Lissa's sides, Draco wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Bugger off Weasley. It's five again four. We'll kick your poor arse back to your sad excuse for a house."
The rest of the Slytherins chorused their agreement, smirks crossing their faces. The weather started to grow more intense and
the air around them seemed to wave in the heat.
"I don't think I'm going to 'bugger off' as you put it Ferret."
"Don't call Draco a ferret you stupid ass!"
"He? An ass? I don't think so," Harry started grinning nastily at her. "You are much more of an ass you slut. You are nothing
more then a good for nothing whore who would do anything for a lay. You're just a stupid hooker who should be tied up and
beaten. So, did you really give up your innocence so you could spend a single night with the blond ferret over there? I'm
surprised he's still with you. I'd think he would have dropped you for a newer piece of..."
"You odious little piece of revolting, repugnant, repulsive piece of refuse! I am none of the things you accused me of being!"
Her eyes darkened to hard obsidian as her hands clenched into fists, her nails piercing the tender flesh of her palms, creating
little crescent moon cuts.
All of the Slytherins drew their wands, ready to defend Lissa's honor. The only thing that saved the Gryffindors from really
getting their asses kicked was Dumbledore clearing his throat. He had seen them from the window of his office and had luckily
known that no good would come from this.
"All of you put your wands down this instant before any lives are lost. Enough blood is shed already without you adding to it.
Mr. Malfoy please escort your friends back up to the school, I will be speaking with you five later. Mr. Weasley please come up
to my office, we need to speak right now about you coming onto school grounds and trying to interrogate my students. You
three, get back to your respective common room now!"
Everyone scurried to do the elderly man's bidding, the normal jovial sparkle gone from his blue eyes leaving a terrifyingly cold
abyss in its place.
Lissa sat on her bed, clenching fist fulls of the thick comforter beneath her. Her friends knew that it would be a very bad
idea to try and say anything, but her brother put a tentative hand on her shoulder.
"He's a bastard Liss, that's obvious. We'll get back at him and the rest of his stupid Gryffindor gang."
She sighed softly and looked up at him, her hair in frizzing clouds of black around her face.
"Thanks for the support...I just wish Dumbledore hadn't come. I so wanted to rip that stupid piece of filth apart for what he
and Pot-head's dad did to our parents."
Gabe smiled slightly and patted her shoulder slowly. The big grandfather clock in the common room chimed eight, its melodic
peals twining amorously with their ears.
"It's time we leave. We've missed lunch. I'm going to go down to the kitchens, anyone want anything?"
Everyone else shook their heads. After biding each other goodnight, the group departed, Draco to his own bedroom, leaving
Lissa all alone. She sighed quietly and pulled the thick comforter of her bed up around her shoulders, her eyes empty. Her mind
flicked back hateful things her ex-friends had called her that day. She knew herself she was not a whore, but their words still
got under her skin and were pricking her with their poisonous tendrils. The look on Ron's, her subconscious found it strangely
very, very hard to call him Weasley in the cruel tone Draco did, face when he called her those horrid, loathe filled words. He
really hated her for changing "sides" and befriending and falling in love with one of his mortal enemies. The same went for
Harry. They had all been such good friends of hers. Lissa pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, her boding taking up
a slight rocking motion as she slipped deeper into the recesses of her memory. She saw her mother's battered hand reaching
for her face, the fingers with their nails ripped out from the tender beds still bleeding slightly. Her mother's bruised face
contorted with the need to touch the living flesh of her daughter, the pain of her child recoiling in fear at the sight of her. A
half formed sob escaped her as the feeling of being utterly lost and having the weight of the world pressing down upon her
shoulders completely overwhelmed her. Suddenly, the ornamental dagger her brother had gotten her as a joke when they
were younger took on a whole new light. What if she just...Lissa shook her head quickly and tried to push away her helpless
feelings. She took several deep breathes and started to lie down, knowing sleep would help her a great deal. Just as her head
touched the pillow, a note suddenly appeared on her bedside table. She sighed quietly, the momentary hope of sleeping
disappeared like a snuffed out candle, leaving her dark eyes totally devoid of emotion. She opened the letter slowly, her eyes
skimming its contents.
Ms. Roza;
Please come up to my office. We need to speak about what commenced earlier. Please come tonight and as soon as
possible. I understand that you have Headgirl duties, but they will be taken care of by a prefect or by Mr. Malfoy.
Professor Dumbledore
She groaned quietly and crumpled the note up, dropping the note on her pillow. She shrugged out of her blanket and slowly
got up from the warm, safe haven of her bed.
A few minutes later Lissa was outside the door to the Headmaster's study. Surprisingly, the gryffin that guarded the
staircase had not given her much trouble. She sighed softly and knocked on the door, wincing slightly as the sound echoed
around the small stone chamber and the room beyond the door. The door opened slowly and she slipped in when
Dumbledore bade her enter. She sat down in one of the chairs before his desk, her head bowed slightly.
"I apologize for what I did and what I almost did Professor."
Dumbledore did not reply for a minute, as if he was almost expecting her to say something else. When he realized that was it,
he smiled slightly to her. "You are not going to come up with some excuse or try to push the blame on someone else?"
She shook her head slowly, raising her eyes from his desk to meet his own blue ones. "No Professor. Though I did not provoke
them, I will not blame them for riling my up. I simply should have ignored them and listened to what Draco and the other's
told me. And, not meaning to sound clichéd, but it would be very Slytherin of me to try and worm myself out of trouble."
"Now would be the time for me to say how very Gryffindor of you, but we all have a little bit of the Gryffindor spirit within us,
some more then others. I appreciate that you are willing to take the sole blame for what occurred today, but it is not entirely
your fault. You were simply defending your honor and your parents. For that, I will not punish you. But you did raise your wand
against another in an attempt to harm, even though it was for just causes, I can not over look that. You will have a weeks
worth of detention with Professor Snape starting tomorrow. You will need to speak to him tonight to find out what times."
Lissa's eyes saddened when he said she was going to be punished, but a kindling of needed hope flared to life in her eyes
when she was told who she would be serving her detentions with. She almost said something about it, but simply inclined her
head to him.
"Yes Professor."
"That is all my dear, unless there is anything you wish to ask me?"
"There is one thing I would like to ask you Sir. What happened to Mr. Weasley?"
The old man sighed softly and clasped his hands on the desk before him.
"Well, let me just say he will be in much trouble back at the ministry for raising his wand against a student, even one that he
was ordered to question."
"Thank you Professor. Good night Sir."
"Good night Analissa."
Lissa slipped from her chair and quickly left Dumbledore's office. Once she had cleared the nasty stone gryffin she leaned
against the cold wall, exhaling softly. Rounds would start very soon, but had not Dumbledore said one of the lower classman
would take her duties for the night? She needed to go find out the times of her detention. She broke away from the wall and
quietly plodded down to the dungeons, hoping her uncle
was not in a horrible mood.
Lissa knocked on the door to Severus's study then shifted her weight from foot to foot as she waited for him to open the
door. When he finally opened the door, there was an angry glare on his face. When he saw her standing miserably in the
doorway he ushered her into the room and made her sit down.
"Don't speak Lissa, just sit. I already know Albus gave you detention with me for a week. I don't think you should be given any
detentions, you were merely defending yourself. Potter and Weasley should be the ones scrubbing cauldrons until their hands
are peeling."
She curled up in one of the large black armchairs in front of the fire, her feet tucking under her bum. She looked up at her
uncle with her now seemingly always empty eyes.
"Gussy what will I be doing during the hours I'm down here? I mean you just said you aren't going to make me do any
physical labor...I was kind of hoping you would let me work on some of the potions Madame Pomfrey might need or some of
my mountain load of homework."
Severus was about to reply scathingly, but when he saw her frighteningly empty eyes he swallowed it. He quickly conjured a
tray of tea and set it down on the small end table beside the large chair.
"You can help me with a potion that might completely cure lycanthropy. I greatly dislike the current monthly potion
werewolves have to take; it does not do all it should."
A slight smile settled onto Lissa's face, though it did not reach her eyes. She wanted to do something that would help people,
especially her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the much loved Remus Lupin. If she could help her uncle create the
potion that might cure his plight, then she was all for it.
"Okay Gussy, I would very much like to help you with that potion. What time should I be down here until the potion is
finished?"
"Right after dinner should be good Lissa. I am unsure of how long it will take to get a good start on the potion."
"Who will it be tested on?"
"Who do you think?" His voice held a little of the sarcasm it was laced with during class, but Lissa knew it was not meant to
hurt her feelings. Her uncle was just like that, he could not help it.
"Okay, okay, it's obvious it will be tested on Professor Lupin...I just wanted to be sure."
Severus nodded and watched as she finished her tea. There was something bothering his niece that was as obvious as the
nose on his face. He sat down on the other arm chair and studied her with the obsidian eyes. Once, when he was very young,
his eyes had been the same dark brown as hers. But due to the things he had gone through throughout his life, they had
taken on a permanently dark hue. Lissa noticed him staring at her and faked a slight smile.
"Is there any reason to why you are staring at me Gussy? It is rather unnerving."
"What is bothering you child? Something torments your soul..."
This got a soft chuckle from her and she rubbed a hand across her face, as if trying to wipe away all the bad feelings inside of
her.
"You sound exactly like Dumbledore when you do that. If someone like, oh Blaise or Draco heard you say that they would
accuse you of being totally soft."
Severus sighed quietly and rubbed his temples. "I have a right to be soft around my deceased sister's children Analissa. You
are technically under my care and I wish to know what is wrong with you."
"Nothing is wrong with me Gussy, nothing at all. I'm perfectly okay. I'm just slightly shaken up about all that has happened
today. Good night."
She quickly got up and literally fled his study, her robes flying out behind her in a very Snape like way. He sighed and shook his
head. He could not force her to tell him what the matter with her was. She would come to him, or at least her brother, when
she was ready to spill. With a flick of his wand he cleared away the empty teacup and slightly steaming pot and headed out
of his study to his bedroom where he was sure to have a sleepless night, worrying like a parent over his niece. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hello everyone...I really don't have anything to rant on about...That's a first
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