a/n: I am so sorry! I've been really busy with school and pom and everything. I feel like a horrible person for not updating in so long. So I hope I'll be able to write more over break for you all. Also, if you like Buffy and/or Charmed, please read(and review) my other story, Meant to Live. I'd really love it if you would.
Last thing before I start the chapter, I want to answer Dslguy14's question. You'll just have to wait and see what house she'll be in, okay. Don't worry, it'll be soon.
So, here's the long awaited next chapter(so sorry again)!
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Lindsey walked down the stairs the next morning and into the kitchen. Her uncle wasn't there again but she really hadn't expected him too be there. She wasn't disappointed about it either. There was no doubt in her mind that her uncle knew about what had happened with Professor Dumbledore and she really didn't want to talk about it with him. She was too embarrassed. She picked at the plate of eggs that was sitting on the table but she couldn't really eat any. Last night, she'd seen her dad again. What had happened? Why had she remembered that particular occation at that particular moment? What does Professor Dumbledore think of her now? Her mind raced with questions as she blankly stared at the stone wall. She needed to clear her mind so she gave up on trying to eat and decided to go for a run.
Why does it have to be him? She asked herself. Why is he my only remaining uncle? Why couldn't it be someone else? Someone like my dad. But there's no one like my dad. He's one of a kind, no one else like him in the world.
Lindsey stopped thinking about things for a moment to absorb the scenery. It was a woodsy area. There didn't appear to be any signs of human life, just wildlife. There was white rabbit sitting in the grass across the two lane road she was on. She smiled inwardly at the irony. Everyone in the world thought of magic as pulling a rabbit, not unlike this one, out of a black top hat. There was so much more to it then people know. It's a way of life. And yet, Lindsey hated being defined by magic. She continued her run as she thought about her life before. It was everything that supporters of You-Know-Who hate. Since her mom was a Squib, she'd gone to muggle school and played muggle sports. Well, not really sports. She had taken dance classes. Even after she started at Salem Acadamy for the Arts. She had taken dance classes over the summer. She couldn't stand people who thought muggles were inferior to wizards and witches. Her best friend was muggle born. It had been such a shock to Lindsey when she had gotten to SAA and Zoë was there. Lindsey had experienced a lot of teasing for just hanging out with Z.
Then there was the whole Kitty Cats thing. Man, Lindsey had gotten so much hate mail when she first started it. Many students and parents thought that it was a bad idea to have a dance team. Everyone who had complained was pureblood. Everyone else could have cared less. There were more people who thought it was a good idea then there were people who were against it. It had been a huge headache for her as a first year to try and set up a whole new team. A team that was new to even the muggles. Many muggle schools had only recently started having dance teams and such. Soon the other two houses had wanted their own dance teams as well.
The name had been Zoë's idea. They were both in Warren house. Their mascot was the wildcats so Z had thought it would be really cute if we were the Kitty Cats and it had stuck. In Lindsey's third year, an interhouse dance competition had first been arranged and the Kitty Cat's had won. They had won the next two years as well. Lots of people thought the competition was fixed for the Cats to win but it was clear that we were a better team. It was all because of Maria. She was so awesome.
Lindsey turned around and headed back for the house. When she walked in the door she knew there was someone in the house. For some reason she got the feeling that it wasn't her uncle. She creeped toward the living room and peeked around the door post. There was a man standing there. He was short and balding, wearing simple black robes. Lindsey couldn't help thinking he looked like a rat. There was just something about his face. He saw her peeking in so there was no way she could just sneak away.
"Hi." She said stepping into the doorway. The man smiled a wicked smile that sent chills up Lindsey spine.
"Hello." The man said. He seemed to be sizing her up and trying to figure out who she was.
"Can I help you?" Lindsey asked, wishing he wouldn't look at her like that.
"I was looking for Severus Snape." The man answered stilling looking Lindsey over, examining every inch of her body.
"He's not here and I really don't know when he'll be back." Lindsey said hoping the man would get the hint and leave. He however sat down on the emerald green couch. Lindsey sighed. His eyes never left her as she entered the room further.
"Who are you?" he asked. Lindsey debated whether or not to answer. This man was very shifty to her. He gave her the feeling that he could possibly be a Death Eater as well.
"I'm, uh, Lindsey." She said. "I'm Severus's niece." The man nodded and turned his head away to look at a picture of a woman. Lindsey was really sweaty from running and was starting to get uncomfortable.
"Do you just want me to tell him you stopped by because I really don't know how long he'll be gone." Lindsey asked hoping that she wasn't being to rude. The man thought about it for a second.
"Sure. Tell him that Peter Pettigrew stopped by and that it's very important. There's information about, uh, work that he needs as soon as possible." He said and stood.
"I'll be sure to tell him." Lindsey said forcing a smile. The man walkd out into the hall and disappeared out the front door.
The rest of the day was spent in anxity as Lindsey waited for her uncle to get home. It was well past sunset before he finally Apparated into the hall. Lindsey jumped when she heard the small pop and quickly ran to greet him.
"Uncle Severus." She said as he started walking towards the kitchen. He did not reply but simply turned to look at her with his ice cold stare. "Peter Pettigrew stopped by and was looking for you. He said that there was some important information you needed for work." She explained. He simply nodded and continued to stare as though waiting for Lindsey to say something more. "Well, good night." She said not knowing what else to say. She glided to the stairs and was a few steps up when she heard her uncle's cold, quiet and yet frightening voice call her name. She turned to look at him.
"Come into the kitchen, we need to talk." He said and turned. He disappeared down the dark hall in the direction of the kitchen. This was exactly what Lindsey feared. He was going to yell at her for the night before. Quietly and slowly she walked into the kitchen and took a seat in the chair across from her uncle.
"As you already know," Lindsey cringed at the tone of voice her uncle was using, "I'm a Death Eater." Lindsey swallowed was was left in her very dry mouth and nodded. "I feel it is best that you know that many of the other Death Eaters may be coming around here this summer. Since you know that I am also working against them for Dumbledore, it may be safer for everyone if I taught you Occlumency." Lindsey's eyes grew wide. Occlumency was very advanced stuff. She didn't think she'd be able to do it.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"The headmistress at your school seems to think that it wouldn't be too difficult for you to learn." If Lindsey wasn't so afraid right now, she would have been smiling at the compliment. "You will start tomorrow. Tonight I want you to try and get rid of all your mind of all emotion. You will need to do this every night." Lindsey nodded. "Good night."
Lindsey stood up and walked away. Half of her was extremely excited that she would be learning Occlumency but then half of her was nervous that she would fail miserably at it. She got to her room and sent a message to Z and Maria through her music box. She climbed into bed and laid down but her eyes were wide awake. Something about the name of the man from this afternoon was bugging her. She'd heard it before, a while ago. She shook her head. I have to rid myself of emotion, she thought, how do I do this? She tried and then fell asleep.
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