My Name: X-Lynn McTavels
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Five:
~*Feast of the Forgotten*~
Snape walked ahead of McGonagall so she wouldn't be able to talk to him. He didn't like lying to her but he felt ashamed that he was still afraid of his father after all these years. He hated that he still woke up from nightmares about him and that he flinched at times when some one's movements because they reminded him of his father's. He was a grown man for Merlin's sake! He hadn't seen his father since he was seventeen and had moved out.
When they reached the Great Hall he refrained from looking about, he could feel their eyes on him. The glares of loathing and daggers, that didn't bother him he didn't like any of them either. He went over and sat in his chair and waited for McGonagall to bring in the new first years. It seems he had missed Dumbledore's start of the year announcements. But he knew what they were so that didn't matter much. What mattered was now Potter and his two friends would be wondering why he had to be retrieved for dinner. Now they'd be snooping about to find out. More chances to give them detentions and take off points. McGonagall now came in with a string of first years behind her all trembling in fear. He smirked and despite himself yawned, he had slept more then he had in a long time and was now drossy from it. Also the Sorting Hat's singing didn't much help the fact and he had to fight to stay awake.
As McGonagall read off the names his attention drifted in and out of the students and what house they were sorted into. She was into the M's and only three Slithering, he yawned again covering his mouth with the back of his hand. McGonagall now called out an 'N' name,
"Nesia, Amie." He looked up at this name it certainly wasn't one he had heard before. But this girl wasn't a first year, she was easily a fifth or sixth. He couldn't help but watch as the hat thought over what house she'd be in; it seemed he was having trouble doing so. He was sure he had never seen the girl in his life, but she seemed so familiar. The girl look more freighted then any of the other students as she sat so still on the stool as if wanting to disappear. It was as if he were looking at some one he once knew long ago. The girl had sleek white skin as pale as moon light, red hair that looked to be made up of fire and gold, and eyes icy blue, eyes only to be found in the Arctic glaciers. Who was she? One of the Death Eater's daughters perhaps? That must be it...Yet again no, because none of them had the last name Nesia. Of course he didn't know all of them but he knew that wasn't of the names. His thoughts were cut short by the hat calling out,
"SLYTHERIN!" He clapped with the rest of the staff and his table of students. He didn't even pay attention to the rest of the names only stole glances over at the girl. She was sitting at the end of the table trying hard not to be noticed by any one. She had her head bowed and legs curled up in front of her, feet resting on the edge of her seat. The feeling of her being a familiar stranger grew stronger the longer he looked at her. She must have felt him staring at her, for she looked up at the staff table with a lost expression. He looked away just in time for her not to know it was him looking at her. He felt her eyes wonder over him for a moment or two then go back to staring at the table.
Finally the last name was called and the food appeared too much delight of the students. All save Miss Nesia. She looked at the food as if it might be poison; she only reached for the pitcher of water and poured herself some. So while all her piers were chatting and getting to know the new students she only drank her water. In fact she drank enough water in such a short time she had to get another pitcher for she emptied the first one dry. He watched in wonder as she gulped the water as if she hadn't time for anything else, even breathing. Soon enough she finished that pitcher and went to another. So it went for the rest of the feast. Snape tore his eyes away from the girl and looked over to McGonagall,
"Who is she?" He asked, and McGonagall didn't have to inquire on to who he meant. She had seen him watching her. "She can't be a first year." He observed. The woman nodded watching the girl drink another countless glass of water.
"You're right she isn't. She is actually a mystery to all of us." McGonagall Looked back at Snape, "Do you know her?" Snape shook his head, but didn't go on to explain that he felt like he did.
"No, but she is a bit odd...Do you think she's all right? I mean she won't choke drinking her water so fast?" She shrugged,
"She hasn't yet...Hagrid was the one to first meet her after her name appeared on the list of first years. He said she had been drinking water like that since she woke up from her comma." Snape looked at her confused, "Oh sorry I forgot you don't know. Her name appeared on the list at the last minute as I was checking it to make sure I hadn't missed any one. When the quill stopped writing the new borns' names and went backup the list and started to write 'Nesia, Amie'. I was so confused because it said she was to be in her fifth year and was at a muggle hospital by the sea side. I talked it over with Albus and he said we could at lest check it out. So Hagrid was sent to get her." She paused and sighed. "She was there as was written, but the oddest thing is, she doesn't know who she is, why she was at the hospital or who her family might be." Snape looked back over at the girl still drinking water then back at McGonagall.
"Well how is she had come to the hospital and her name..." McGonagall nodded,
"Well she was found by some fisher men washed up on the rocks of a beach. She was unconscious and beat up pretty badly from being smashed up against the rocks by the waves." Snape looked over at the girl again, he hadn't noticed it before but she did have quite a few bruise on her, a large one on her cheek and a few on her arms that were reviled as her selves slipped up to her elbows.
"Her name she made up herself." McGonagall explained. Snape said the name to himself.
"Amie Nesia...." He whispered, "Amnesia...Cleaver." McGonagall nodded,
"Very, so it is that we gave Hagrid fake papers that he was her adopted father, of course we gave the dear girl an expiation before so she had a choice to come or not. She went along with it and now here she is. She's scared half to death though." Snape nodded and survived the girl once more.
"I can tell..." He felt a tinge of pity and sorrow for the girl. Not to know who you are was something he couldn't even image. The feast ended and he watched as she finished another glass of water and then fallowed Malfoy to the common room.
"Are you searching for her parents?" McGonagall stood looking down at him,
"Yes but no luck, not even a repot of any missing girls in the area she was found in..." Snape talked to her for a few more moments. Then stood and left to his chambers with the feeling of wanting to know more about this girl over whelming him to no end. As he entered his bed room he stood at the foot of his bed. He sighed and slipped off his robes swearing to himself that he would find out who she was.
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Five:
~*Feast of the Forgotten*~
Snape walked ahead of McGonagall so she wouldn't be able to talk to him. He didn't like lying to her but he felt ashamed that he was still afraid of his father after all these years. He hated that he still woke up from nightmares about him and that he flinched at times when some one's movements because they reminded him of his father's. He was a grown man for Merlin's sake! He hadn't seen his father since he was seventeen and had moved out.
When they reached the Great Hall he refrained from looking about, he could feel their eyes on him. The glares of loathing and daggers, that didn't bother him he didn't like any of them either. He went over and sat in his chair and waited for McGonagall to bring in the new first years. It seems he had missed Dumbledore's start of the year announcements. But he knew what they were so that didn't matter much. What mattered was now Potter and his two friends would be wondering why he had to be retrieved for dinner. Now they'd be snooping about to find out. More chances to give them detentions and take off points. McGonagall now came in with a string of first years behind her all trembling in fear. He smirked and despite himself yawned, he had slept more then he had in a long time and was now drossy from it. Also the Sorting Hat's singing didn't much help the fact and he had to fight to stay awake.
As McGonagall read off the names his attention drifted in and out of the students and what house they were sorted into. She was into the M's and only three Slithering, he yawned again covering his mouth with the back of his hand. McGonagall now called out an 'N' name,
"Nesia, Amie." He looked up at this name it certainly wasn't one he had heard before. But this girl wasn't a first year, she was easily a fifth or sixth. He couldn't help but watch as the hat thought over what house she'd be in; it seemed he was having trouble doing so. He was sure he had never seen the girl in his life, but she seemed so familiar. The girl look more freighted then any of the other students as she sat so still on the stool as if wanting to disappear. It was as if he were looking at some one he once knew long ago. The girl had sleek white skin as pale as moon light, red hair that looked to be made up of fire and gold, and eyes icy blue, eyes only to be found in the Arctic glaciers. Who was she? One of the Death Eater's daughters perhaps? That must be it...Yet again no, because none of them had the last name Nesia. Of course he didn't know all of them but he knew that wasn't of the names. His thoughts were cut short by the hat calling out,
"SLYTHERIN!" He clapped with the rest of the staff and his table of students. He didn't even pay attention to the rest of the names only stole glances over at the girl. She was sitting at the end of the table trying hard not to be noticed by any one. She had her head bowed and legs curled up in front of her, feet resting on the edge of her seat. The feeling of her being a familiar stranger grew stronger the longer he looked at her. She must have felt him staring at her, for she looked up at the staff table with a lost expression. He looked away just in time for her not to know it was him looking at her. He felt her eyes wonder over him for a moment or two then go back to staring at the table.
Finally the last name was called and the food appeared too much delight of the students. All save Miss Nesia. She looked at the food as if it might be poison; she only reached for the pitcher of water and poured herself some. So while all her piers were chatting and getting to know the new students she only drank her water. In fact she drank enough water in such a short time she had to get another pitcher for she emptied the first one dry. He watched in wonder as she gulped the water as if she hadn't time for anything else, even breathing. Soon enough she finished that pitcher and went to another. So it went for the rest of the feast. Snape tore his eyes away from the girl and looked over to McGonagall,
"Who is she?" He asked, and McGonagall didn't have to inquire on to who he meant. She had seen him watching her. "She can't be a first year." He observed. The woman nodded watching the girl drink another countless glass of water.
"You're right she isn't. She is actually a mystery to all of us." McGonagall Looked back at Snape, "Do you know her?" Snape shook his head, but didn't go on to explain that he felt like he did.
"No, but she is a bit odd...Do you think she's all right? I mean she won't choke drinking her water so fast?" She shrugged,
"She hasn't yet...Hagrid was the one to first meet her after her name appeared on the list of first years. He said she had been drinking water like that since she woke up from her comma." Snape looked at her confused, "Oh sorry I forgot you don't know. Her name appeared on the list at the last minute as I was checking it to make sure I hadn't missed any one. When the quill stopped writing the new borns' names and went backup the list and started to write 'Nesia, Amie'. I was so confused because it said she was to be in her fifth year and was at a muggle hospital by the sea side. I talked it over with Albus and he said we could at lest check it out. So Hagrid was sent to get her." She paused and sighed. "She was there as was written, but the oddest thing is, she doesn't know who she is, why she was at the hospital or who her family might be." Snape looked back over at the girl still drinking water then back at McGonagall.
"Well how is she had come to the hospital and her name..." McGonagall nodded,
"Well she was found by some fisher men washed up on the rocks of a beach. She was unconscious and beat up pretty badly from being smashed up against the rocks by the waves." Snape looked over at the girl again, he hadn't noticed it before but she did have quite a few bruise on her, a large one on her cheek and a few on her arms that were reviled as her selves slipped up to her elbows.
"Her name she made up herself." McGonagall explained. Snape said the name to himself.
"Amie Nesia...." He whispered, "Amnesia...Cleaver." McGonagall nodded,
"Very, so it is that we gave Hagrid fake papers that he was her adopted father, of course we gave the dear girl an expiation before so she had a choice to come or not. She went along with it and now here she is. She's scared half to death though." Snape nodded and survived the girl once more.
"I can tell..." He felt a tinge of pity and sorrow for the girl. Not to know who you are was something he couldn't even image. The feast ended and he watched as she finished another glass of water and then fallowed Malfoy to the common room.
"Are you searching for her parents?" McGonagall stood looking down at him,
"Yes but no luck, not even a repot of any missing girls in the area she was found in..." Snape talked to her for a few more moments. Then stood and left to his chambers with the feeling of wanting to know more about this girl over whelming him to no end. As he entered his bed room he stood at the foot of his bed. He sighed and slipped off his robes swearing to himself that he would find out who she was.