Professor Snape and Dumbledore
Lunch wasn't half that bad, if Cora didn't look over at the Slytherin table. Draco kept staring at her with a look, since she was sitting next to Harry. They were happily chatting.
"Ugh, I'm so glad that is done. I wish he would go away!" she told Harry, Ron, Hermione and two other boys she didn't know, while they walked to Potions.
"Um, well don't be too glad," Ron told her.
"Why?" she said narrowing her eyes.
"Well, um..." he stammered looking at her.
"Draco's in our next class," Hermione finished for him.
"Yeah, and Snape he's just your best friend," said the one kid.
"Who are you?"
"Seamus Finnegan, and if you don't know this is Neville, Neville Longbottom," he told her with a smile and a Scottish accent.
"Mmm, right," she said.
They walked on until they got to Snape's dungeon. Almost everyone was there already. Snape came thundering in. He looked around his class before coming up to Cora's table.
"Ah, Miss Defrance. How is your father? Finally let you come here I see," he said coolly.
"I don't want to talk about it, I'm sure he's just fine," she glared.
"Yes, well, we can only hope," he said coldly.
He walked away and started to write on the board.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing," she responded and Harry looked at her cautiously.
Snape turned around once more and stared right at her.
"Now, if you do this correctly, you will have a Cortisone Antidote to any kind of poison given to you. Your potion should be the color of light blue by the end of the period. You have an hour," he told them.
"Professor Snape, sir, we already did antidotes, fourth year," Hermione said.
"Yes, Granger, I know we did, this is a different one," he said coldly to her.
Cora began working on her antidote. She knew what she was doing. She had done this antidote last year. Hermione's potion was also perfect. Harry and Ron though, both of theirs weren't looking so hot. Snape was walking around checking out everyone's potions. He came to hers.
"Defrance, do you think you did it correctly? Those Beauxbaton idiots teach you anythi..." he said staring down at her cauldron.
She gave him a satisfactory smile.
"Well, then. I want to see you in my office after class," he said coldly.
"Why!? I did it right!" she said unbelievably.
People stopped talking and working and looked at her. Draco stared with a smirk on his face, while Harry and Ron looked terrified.
"Because, you are far more advanced and I'd like to speak to you and Dumbledore!" he snapped.
She gave him a glare. Potions were her last class of the day and she already had a ton of homework. She didn't want to stay behind and talk to this guy anyway. She didn't like him.
Class ended and they all put their potions into a flask to set on his desk. Most of them were all different colors. Only hers, Hermione, Draco's, and a few others were the correct color. As the rest of the class left, Cora followed Snape into his office. He gave her a cold stare.
"Does your father teach you these things?" he asked in false niceness.
"No, I took 6th year potions last year," she explained.
"Oh, so you should be in 7th year Potions then?"
"What do you think?"
"I will not tolerate the attitude," he snapped.
Her glared and she just smiled.
"Tell me, how is your father?"
"I don't know," she responded shortly.
"What do you mean? Don't you talk to him?"
"No! After he left, I haven't said a word to him! Why do you think I'm here in Hogwarts and not back at my other school?"
"He left."
"Yes, he was a Death Eater for Pete's sake! Do you think I want to have contact with him after I find that out!" she yelled.
Just then Dumbledore came in. Both Snape and Cora jumped. He walked down the steps into Snape's office.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked pleasantly.
"No, Headmaster, we were just discussing her father and how she already took sixth year Potions," Snape told him calmly.
"Ah, you already took sixth year potions?" he asked her.
"Yeah, last year, sir," she told him quietly.
"Hm, well I suppose it is up to Cora if she wants to stay in this class. We could put her up in a 7th year class but I'm sure that would rather, difficult?" Dumbledore said.
"No, I like it down here in the sixth year class," she stammered.
"Right, now Severus, if you don't mind, I'm going to take Cora, I need to speak with her," he said.
"By all means."
Cora followed out Professor Dumbledore. They walked up to where the statue was to go into his office.
"Radiant Rocks," Dumbledore said and the statue moved.
She followed him up to where his office evidently was. Inside there was his phoenix, Fawkes, and all sorts of portraits on the wall. The sorting hat was also in there. She sat on a chair across from Dumbledore, who now sat at his desk.
"Cora, how are you?" he began.
She looked at him perplexed.
"Um, I'm fine? You?" she said.
He laughed and bit and looked at her smiling.
"How is everything, now that your father has gone?"
"How do you know about my father?"
"It seems, he has made quite a name for himself and your mother informed me."
"Oh, well um, it's not been that enjoyable. My mother is constantly talking to herself about nothing. She said we need to move places because she doesn't want him to find us. It's quite scary actually, I don't want to move and I'm afraid that Voldemort with show up," she informed him.
"Ah, I see. Well, just know that if you need me, just come up," he told her.
She got up and walked out wondering what that was all about. I can come to him? Right okay she thought.
----
Back in common room, Cora was conversing with Harry and Ron.
"Well if he said you can just come up, then obviously he knows something's up," Ron said.
"Yeah, Cora maybe this stuff about your father is something to be really worried about," Harry told her.
"I know but, it's not like my pop is going to show up and try and kill me, right?" she said.
Ron looked and Harry and he looked at her.
"Right?"
"Well, Cora, now that well your father has become a Death Eater..." Harry started.
"Your dad is a DEATH EATER!" Ron screeched.
"Shh keep it down! It's nothing to be proud of," Cora hissed.
"Anyway, since your father works for Voldemort, if You-know-who wants you dead, your father has to obey him," Harry informed her.
"You mean if big bad Voldemort wants me gone, it will happen? My dad will kill me?"
"Sadly yes, but see Dumbledore will protect you..." Harry told her.
"And Harry! He's protected a lot of people," Ron interrupted.
Cora's eyes gleamed. She looked at Harry. He nodded as saying 'yes I will.'
"Well I should start on Snape's homework," she said getting up. "Um where's the library?"
"It's down the stairs and..." Hermione started from her book.
"Wait! Never mind, I have the right things upstairs," She cut her off.
Cora ran upstairs and grabbed the one book she got from Flourish and Blots. An owl was pecking at the window. She opened it up and on the letter tied to the foot, it said her name. She pulled it off and sat on her bed. She opened the letter.
Please meet me later, we need to talk. On the grand staircase alright?
Malfoy
"This kid doesn't give up," She told herself.
She trotted down the stairs. She went over to Harry and shoved the note into his hands.
"What is this?"
"Just read it," she told him.
Harry read for a moment and then burst out laughing. Ron took the letter and laughed as well.
"Doesn't he get the picture?" she said.
"Obviously not," Ron said through his gasps.
"Well, if you want I can come with you, protect you and stuff," Harry told her.
"Yeah, to protect me."
Lunch wasn't half that bad, if Cora didn't look over at the Slytherin table. Draco kept staring at her with a look, since she was sitting next to Harry. They were happily chatting.
"Ugh, I'm so glad that is done. I wish he would go away!" she told Harry, Ron, Hermione and two other boys she didn't know, while they walked to Potions.
"Um, well don't be too glad," Ron told her.
"Why?" she said narrowing her eyes.
"Well, um..." he stammered looking at her.
"Draco's in our next class," Hermione finished for him.
"Yeah, and Snape he's just your best friend," said the one kid.
"Who are you?"
"Seamus Finnegan, and if you don't know this is Neville, Neville Longbottom," he told her with a smile and a Scottish accent.
"Mmm, right," she said.
They walked on until they got to Snape's dungeon. Almost everyone was there already. Snape came thundering in. He looked around his class before coming up to Cora's table.
"Ah, Miss Defrance. How is your father? Finally let you come here I see," he said coolly.
"I don't want to talk about it, I'm sure he's just fine," she glared.
"Yes, well, we can only hope," he said coldly.
He walked away and started to write on the board.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing," she responded and Harry looked at her cautiously.
Snape turned around once more and stared right at her.
"Now, if you do this correctly, you will have a Cortisone Antidote to any kind of poison given to you. Your potion should be the color of light blue by the end of the period. You have an hour," he told them.
"Professor Snape, sir, we already did antidotes, fourth year," Hermione said.
"Yes, Granger, I know we did, this is a different one," he said coldly to her.
Cora began working on her antidote. She knew what she was doing. She had done this antidote last year. Hermione's potion was also perfect. Harry and Ron though, both of theirs weren't looking so hot. Snape was walking around checking out everyone's potions. He came to hers.
"Defrance, do you think you did it correctly? Those Beauxbaton idiots teach you anythi..." he said staring down at her cauldron.
She gave him a satisfactory smile.
"Well, then. I want to see you in my office after class," he said coldly.
"Why!? I did it right!" she said unbelievably.
People stopped talking and working and looked at her. Draco stared with a smirk on his face, while Harry and Ron looked terrified.
"Because, you are far more advanced and I'd like to speak to you and Dumbledore!" he snapped.
She gave him a glare. Potions were her last class of the day and she already had a ton of homework. She didn't want to stay behind and talk to this guy anyway. She didn't like him.
Class ended and they all put their potions into a flask to set on his desk. Most of them were all different colors. Only hers, Hermione, Draco's, and a few others were the correct color. As the rest of the class left, Cora followed Snape into his office. He gave her a cold stare.
"Does your father teach you these things?" he asked in false niceness.
"No, I took 6th year potions last year," she explained.
"Oh, so you should be in 7th year Potions then?"
"What do you think?"
"I will not tolerate the attitude," he snapped.
Her glared and she just smiled.
"Tell me, how is your father?"
"I don't know," she responded shortly.
"What do you mean? Don't you talk to him?"
"No! After he left, I haven't said a word to him! Why do you think I'm here in Hogwarts and not back at my other school?"
"He left."
"Yes, he was a Death Eater for Pete's sake! Do you think I want to have contact with him after I find that out!" she yelled.
Just then Dumbledore came in. Both Snape and Cora jumped. He walked down the steps into Snape's office.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked pleasantly.
"No, Headmaster, we were just discussing her father and how she already took sixth year Potions," Snape told him calmly.
"Ah, you already took sixth year potions?" he asked her.
"Yeah, last year, sir," she told him quietly.
"Hm, well I suppose it is up to Cora if she wants to stay in this class. We could put her up in a 7th year class but I'm sure that would rather, difficult?" Dumbledore said.
"No, I like it down here in the sixth year class," she stammered.
"Right, now Severus, if you don't mind, I'm going to take Cora, I need to speak with her," he said.
"By all means."
Cora followed out Professor Dumbledore. They walked up to where the statue was to go into his office.
"Radiant Rocks," Dumbledore said and the statue moved.
She followed him up to where his office evidently was. Inside there was his phoenix, Fawkes, and all sorts of portraits on the wall. The sorting hat was also in there. She sat on a chair across from Dumbledore, who now sat at his desk.
"Cora, how are you?" he began.
She looked at him perplexed.
"Um, I'm fine? You?" she said.
He laughed and bit and looked at her smiling.
"How is everything, now that your father has gone?"
"How do you know about my father?"
"It seems, he has made quite a name for himself and your mother informed me."
"Oh, well um, it's not been that enjoyable. My mother is constantly talking to herself about nothing. She said we need to move places because she doesn't want him to find us. It's quite scary actually, I don't want to move and I'm afraid that Voldemort with show up," she informed him.
"Ah, I see. Well, just know that if you need me, just come up," he told her.
She got up and walked out wondering what that was all about. I can come to him? Right okay she thought.
----
Back in common room, Cora was conversing with Harry and Ron.
"Well if he said you can just come up, then obviously he knows something's up," Ron said.
"Yeah, Cora maybe this stuff about your father is something to be really worried about," Harry told her.
"I know but, it's not like my pop is going to show up and try and kill me, right?" she said.
Ron looked and Harry and he looked at her.
"Right?"
"Well, Cora, now that well your father has become a Death Eater..." Harry started.
"Your dad is a DEATH EATER!" Ron screeched.
"Shh keep it down! It's nothing to be proud of," Cora hissed.
"Anyway, since your father works for Voldemort, if You-know-who wants you dead, your father has to obey him," Harry informed her.
"You mean if big bad Voldemort wants me gone, it will happen? My dad will kill me?"
"Sadly yes, but see Dumbledore will protect you..." Harry told her.
"And Harry! He's protected a lot of people," Ron interrupted.
Cora's eyes gleamed. She looked at Harry. He nodded as saying 'yes I will.'
"Well I should start on Snape's homework," she said getting up. "Um where's the library?"
"It's down the stairs and..." Hermione started from her book.
"Wait! Never mind, I have the right things upstairs," She cut her off.
Cora ran upstairs and grabbed the one book she got from Flourish and Blots. An owl was pecking at the window. She opened it up and on the letter tied to the foot, it said her name. She pulled it off and sat on her bed. She opened the letter.
Please meet me later, we need to talk. On the grand staircase alright?
Malfoy
"This kid doesn't give up," She told herself.
She trotted down the stairs. She went over to Harry and shoved the note into his hands.
"What is this?"
"Just read it," she told him.
Harry read for a moment and then burst out laughing. Ron took the letter and laughed as well.
"Doesn't he get the picture?" she said.
"Obviously not," Ron said through his gasps.
"Well, if you want I can come with you, protect you and stuff," Harry told her.
"Yeah, to protect me."