Chapter six - The Bite
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Cynthia's P.O.V.
After our conversation, we walk about Hogsmeade, viewing things, but never actually buying anything. Soon enough we are forced to leave Hogsmeade to go back to Hogwarts. Marie and I make our way to a carriage and climb in, the other half of the carriage empty of people.
"Girls, do you mind if I climb inside here?" Asks Professor Lupin from the door of the carriage.
"No problem Professor." Says Marie casually. She was not shy at all. It amazed me. I turned my eyes to Lupin and noticed how thin and sick he looked.
Poor guy, I think, he's probably getting the flu or something.
All of a sudden the invisible-to-everyone-else horses start to move.
I wish I couldn't see them, I think sadly as the rocky path flings my small body from side to side. At last we finally arrive to the huge castle and I jump out of the carriage, stumbling a bit as I hit the ground. I check my watch. 5:25 p.m, almost time for dinner.
"Come on Marie" I say as she gets down from the carriage also.
She hurries after me as we head for the castle. We go inside along with the rest of the students and pile into the Great Hall. Marie and I walk to the table and start eating. The whole table discusses what ever they did that day. When dinner is over we all go to our dormitory exhausted because of the day. I fall asleep almost instantly when I fall onto my bed.
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Cynthia's dream (and the reason she can see therstals) (a/n: Cynthia's the 11 year old)
"Stop crying! I didn't hit you that hard you pussy!" yelled an angry man in the living room. The 11-year girl next to the couch stared in horror at her 4-year-old sister's bleeding lip and red cheek.
"Daddy please!" The older girl cried out, knowing it's only going to make her Father even angrier.
"Shut your fucking face you little whore!" He screamed at her, eyes dancing with rage. Why had there Mother gone to the Grandmothers? Why had she left him here? With a fridge full with beer? He raised a huge hand and brought down on the bleeding little girl, knocking her backwards onto the tile floor.
The older girl gasped loudly, tears slipping from her eyes, as her sisters' wails got louder.
The Father turned to the older one. "Get me a beer you good for nothing rodent!" He yelled at her. The girl hesitated for a moment, knowing her dad would just get even nastier with another beer, but went to the fridge and got one anyways and then brought it back to him.
He yanked it from her hands and shoved her backwards into the wall, clunking her head onto it hard. Then he went back to the smaller child. He looked down at her and laughed loudly. He cracked open the can of beer and took a huge gulp of it. Then he looked back at the little girl. She had sat up by then, a little bit of blood dripping down her blonde hair. She had one hand over that and the other one over her stinging face. Her Father lifted a foot easily pushed her back to the floor, not as hard as last time though.
She fell silently to the floor and stayed there, her cries getting softer.
"Didn't I tell you to quit your god damn crying?" He asked angrily. The older girl watched, knowing there was nothing she could do. The smaller girl muffled her cries, but the were still there.
"Get up!" He said roughly, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her to her feet. She gagged a bit as his strong, cruel hands lifted her. He violently let go of her and she stumbled a bit, but caught her balance. She looked up into the hating eyes of her birth father.
"You are the ugliest thing alive! Even uglier than your sister." He said cruelly to the youngest daughter.
"She's not ugly!" She protested.
"Are you arguing with me?" He asked.
I stood in fear, knowing what would happen no matter what she said.
"No Daddy. I didn't mean to." She said desperately. But it didn't matter; he clenched his hand into a fist and brought it down onto his sisters' face. She went tumbling backwards, her head hitting the tile very hard. Blood went everywhere. The older girl couldn't move, she was beyond shocked. Did her dad just do what she think he did? Did he really just kill her baby sister?
Her Father turned to her and slapped her out of her shock.
"Help me clean this up before your Mother gets home. We are telling her she fell down the stairs. Got it?"
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Cynthia's P.O.V.
I wake with a start. Cold sweat dripping down my face. I take a long deep breath and grab a black robe and put it over my nightwear. I get up and head to the bathroom to get a cold drink of water. I try my hardest not to think about my dream, but can't get it out of my head. I decide to take a late night stroll. I grab my wand from my nightstand and head out of the common room, luckily not waking the Fat Lady.
I walk a bit and hear a noise on Professor Lupin's door. I look at it curiously and go to it. I knock softly at the door and the scratching abruptly stops, but no one opens the door. I knock softly again and wait. Finnally I try the doorknob and it is unlocked!
I open it about a foot and here a growling noise.
"Cynthia!" cries a voice from behind me. I whip around and see Snape for half a second before getting knocked to the ground and being bitten in the upper arm.
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Fallen Angel Of Hell – I know eavesdropping is bad, but then again, so is Snape!
Redrosey - ( This is what happens next! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
TeknoCat – Thanks for reading my other stuff too.
ViviBlack – Thank you. It's ok that you didn't review the last chapter.
TIGERGRRrr – hehe. I thought it sounded like something Snape would think, or at that matter, say.
Amy Weasly – I would love to read your fan fiction. Email it to me and I will defiantly read it.
Sumwhere-over-the-rainbow – Thanks. I'm glad you like it so much. I'm sorry for the swear words, but like when your mom comes just like minimize it. I have to use swear words because that's how I imagine her Father as. Look! I gave you the longest review cause it most suck being a loner! Lol.
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Cynthia's P.O.V.
After our conversation, we walk about Hogsmeade, viewing things, but never actually buying anything. Soon enough we are forced to leave Hogsmeade to go back to Hogwarts. Marie and I make our way to a carriage and climb in, the other half of the carriage empty of people.
"Girls, do you mind if I climb inside here?" Asks Professor Lupin from the door of the carriage.
"No problem Professor." Says Marie casually. She was not shy at all. It amazed me. I turned my eyes to Lupin and noticed how thin and sick he looked.
Poor guy, I think, he's probably getting the flu or something.
All of a sudden the invisible-to-everyone-else horses start to move.
I wish I couldn't see them, I think sadly as the rocky path flings my small body from side to side. At last we finally arrive to the huge castle and I jump out of the carriage, stumbling a bit as I hit the ground. I check my watch. 5:25 p.m, almost time for dinner.
"Come on Marie" I say as she gets down from the carriage also.
She hurries after me as we head for the castle. We go inside along with the rest of the students and pile into the Great Hall. Marie and I walk to the table and start eating. The whole table discusses what ever they did that day. When dinner is over we all go to our dormitory exhausted because of the day. I fall asleep almost instantly when I fall onto my bed.
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Cynthia's dream (and the reason she can see therstals) (a/n: Cynthia's the 11 year old)
"Stop crying! I didn't hit you that hard you pussy!" yelled an angry man in the living room. The 11-year girl next to the couch stared in horror at her 4-year-old sister's bleeding lip and red cheek.
"Daddy please!" The older girl cried out, knowing it's only going to make her Father even angrier.
"Shut your fucking face you little whore!" He screamed at her, eyes dancing with rage. Why had there Mother gone to the Grandmothers? Why had she left him here? With a fridge full with beer? He raised a huge hand and brought down on the bleeding little girl, knocking her backwards onto the tile floor.
The older girl gasped loudly, tears slipping from her eyes, as her sisters' wails got louder.
The Father turned to the older one. "Get me a beer you good for nothing rodent!" He yelled at her. The girl hesitated for a moment, knowing her dad would just get even nastier with another beer, but went to the fridge and got one anyways and then brought it back to him.
He yanked it from her hands and shoved her backwards into the wall, clunking her head onto it hard. Then he went back to the smaller child. He looked down at her and laughed loudly. He cracked open the can of beer and took a huge gulp of it. Then he looked back at the little girl. She had sat up by then, a little bit of blood dripping down her blonde hair. She had one hand over that and the other one over her stinging face. Her Father lifted a foot easily pushed her back to the floor, not as hard as last time though.
She fell silently to the floor and stayed there, her cries getting softer.
"Didn't I tell you to quit your god damn crying?" He asked angrily. The older girl watched, knowing there was nothing she could do. The smaller girl muffled her cries, but the were still there.
"Get up!" He said roughly, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her to her feet. She gagged a bit as his strong, cruel hands lifted her. He violently let go of her and she stumbled a bit, but caught her balance. She looked up into the hating eyes of her birth father.
"You are the ugliest thing alive! Even uglier than your sister." He said cruelly to the youngest daughter.
"She's not ugly!" She protested.
"Are you arguing with me?" He asked.
I stood in fear, knowing what would happen no matter what she said.
"No Daddy. I didn't mean to." She said desperately. But it didn't matter; he clenched his hand into a fist and brought it down onto his sisters' face. She went tumbling backwards, her head hitting the tile very hard. Blood went everywhere. The older girl couldn't move, she was beyond shocked. Did her dad just do what she think he did? Did he really just kill her baby sister?
Her Father turned to her and slapped her out of her shock.
"Help me clean this up before your Mother gets home. We are telling her she fell down the stairs. Got it?"
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Cynthia's P.O.V.
I wake with a start. Cold sweat dripping down my face. I take a long deep breath and grab a black robe and put it over my nightwear. I get up and head to the bathroom to get a cold drink of water. I try my hardest not to think about my dream, but can't get it out of my head. I decide to take a late night stroll. I grab my wand from my nightstand and head out of the common room, luckily not waking the Fat Lady.
I walk a bit and hear a noise on Professor Lupin's door. I look at it curiously and go to it. I knock softly at the door and the scratching abruptly stops, but no one opens the door. I knock softly again and wait. Finnally I try the doorknob and it is unlocked!
I open it about a foot and here a growling noise.
"Cynthia!" cries a voice from behind me. I whip around and see Snape for half a second before getting knocked to the ground and being bitten in the upper arm.
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Fallen Angel Of Hell – I know eavesdropping is bad, but then again, so is Snape!
Redrosey - ( This is what happens next! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
TeknoCat – Thanks for reading my other stuff too.
ViviBlack – Thank you. It's ok that you didn't review the last chapter.
TIGERGRRrr – hehe. I thought it sounded like something Snape would think, or at that matter, say.
Amy Weasly – I would love to read your fan fiction. Email it to me and I will defiantly read it.
Sumwhere-over-the-rainbow – Thanks. I'm glad you like it so much. I'm sorry for the swear words, but like when your mom comes just like minimize it. I have to use swear words because that's how I imagine her Father as. Look! I gave you the longest review cause it most suck being a loner! Lol.