Hey, thanks for waiting everyone. A'h was out of town for a while visiting the family. If it's any consolation, my southern accents are now perfect. However my British might be a bit off. Also A'h am really afraid A'h am going to mess up Snape. PLEASE REVIEW!!! A'h really am a self-conscious writer.
Rogue07- thanks for the honesty. However think about the number of people who do pot versus those who don't. Sides she shall be kicking the habit soon. As for the witch; can't tell ya yet. It would ruin the surprise.
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PLEASE NOTE THAT THE GOTH WITCH HAS A PROBLEM WITH WORDS THAT END WITH THE SUFFIX OF -IZZLE.
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OH, A'h forgot to tell y'all this: this story takes place at the end of the Goblet of Fire (June-ish) and goes through the Order of the Phoenix!
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'If you could do it all over again; would yo?' a detached Brooklyn slur asked Rogue. She was sitting in the Brotherhood house. However Salvador Dali must have painted it. The angles were juxtaposed, the windows were made of chicken bones and broken glass, the door seemed to be animal skin. Toad was talking to her from the ceiling. He was green and spotted. Loud dance music was pumping from the kitchen. The kitchen had grown in size and now sported a disco ball. Pietro looked as queer as anything in a Freddie Mercury unitard and feather boa. He was dancing with Lance who fell off the Village people reject truck. Rogue shook her head.
Drops of sweat fell from her forehead and crashed into the tile floor. Tiny bombs exploding in a hydrogen bonded to oxygen explosion. Everyone turned to look. The sudden movement had disrupted the dream. It was gone and Rogue was stuck alone. So alone she was suffocating...
'Shit, A'h can't breathe...' she thought before the dream world snapped.
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'She's having some sort of nightmare. I doubt that the Cruciatus Curse could have lasted this long. Her vitals were fine when I brought her in, which was a few hours ago. Dumbledore had best be right about this girl.' Snape thought as he moved towards the girl. She had began to move in her sleep a short while ago. Snape felt some obligation to make sure that the girl Dumbledore felt would be beneficial remained alive. He rolled up the sleeves of his robe and bent down to take her pulse by her throat.
The second before his pale fingers touched her paler skin she shot up out of bed. Her own hand outstretched. Her delicate fingers landed on the bridge of Snape's nose and both uttered curses as one fell unconscious and the other cried out in terror at her actions.
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Rogue was having a rather unceremonious break down in her bathroom.
"All these images in mah head. How can that man make it through the day with all the baggage he's got." She said as she sucked the last of her cigarette. The smoke twirled upwards to some exit. She could see images in the gray opaque expanse: A young boy being yelled at by his father, an angry teen with no way to express his angst, a feeling of acceptance and then horror of Lord Voldermort, the disgust that the next generation was much worse off than the one before, James Potter had passed down any and all undesirable traits to his son, The colors of Tonks's hair. Rogue felt as if she had lived his life. However as she spooned sugar into her coffee she realized that their lives were just similar. Except her's was full of betrayal and his was full of self-pity. "A'h bet he likes a little crack o' the whip." She laughed as she put another mug of coffee near her bed. He had been asleep for about an hour. Severus Snape's features softened when he was asleep.
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'A large house must have been dropped on my head.' Snape decided as he struggled to set up. The odor of the girl's room filled his sinus and his ink colored eyes snapped open. There she was, sitting as if nothing had happened. She was wearing shorter gloves covered in a sheer green shirt. A corset was under the shirt; she wore a simple skirt. Her legs were covered in tights and her feet had an incasing of combat boots. 'And I neglected the warning sign of "Don't touch" for what reason.' Snape chided himself.
"Hey, A'h made some coffee. Ya take it black raght?" her voice asked. It was husky but full of something. It could have been concern or it could have been fear. Severus spotted the white mug and drank down the black brew.
"Did you simply guess correctly in assuming that I like my coffee black or are you simply a horrid hostess." Snape said icily as he stood and straightened his robes. Normally this tone would have made Longbottom wet himself and silenced even the ever talkative Granger; this girl however didn't seemed phased at all buy the insult or tone.
"A person with similar clothing taste must like some of the same things as meh. As for the coffee, A'h knew that ya liked black. Ya also like the thought of being able to imprison Sirius Black, hitting your father upside the head and being done with this whole spy thang, am A'h close to home darlin'?" Rogue said and plastered her work smile on her face.
Unfortunately her coffee was cold. So was the look of hatred she was getting from the Potions Master directly across from her.
'Wonderful, I am going to have to perform a memory charm on this little wisp of a girl. She is obviously the wrong person, or Dumbledore wants me to modify this spy.' Snape thought as he made his face neutral.
"Ya might want yer wand if ya want to put a memory charm on meh." She said as she pulled his wand from her boot. "A'h don't like doing this with many people, but if ya sit down and promise not to freak out, A'h will tell ya everything." Rogue drawled as she lit another cigarette. She put his wand at the other seat. Her legs were drawn up onto her seat, she looked small and delicate. Snape narrowed his eyes and weighed his options. With one movement he was seated and his wand was hidden but readily available.
"A'h ain't a witch, not in the way that y'all mean anyway. A'h practice Wicca and all that stuff. A'h found this world by accident. Um... let meh think," Rogue said as she looked intently at her own blue coffee mug.
"Maybe you should explain your connection to the Dark Lord and the fact that you are one of his spies. I could of course procure the truth from you since you are going to lie." Snape said and his eyes began to bore into Rogue. She couldn't help but shiver. Her lips firmed and she sprung in one violent and liquid movement. He reached for his wand but the movements stopped by then.
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She had her gloved hand on his wand hand. Her small-enshrouded hand covered the top half of his larger one. Rogue's other hand was bare and very close to Snape's neck. His other hand was wrapped around Rogue's forearm where the mesh cloth protected him from her powers.
"Ya have to understand something and ya are going to understand it now. A'h don't know any Dark Lord or secret evil association. But A'h do know this. If A'h were to touch ya right now A'h would probably put ya into a coma. All of your memories, energy and powers would flow out of ya and into meh. So before ya go and try to paint meh as some kinda evil child, think about what A'h can do to ya, Snivillus" She stopped and pulled away. She would not tear up. Rogue desperately wanted to cry to someone, anyone about the unfairness of her powers. However Severus Snape had pissed her off. Not many people piss Rogue off and get away with their skin. 'Let him take it now. He knows and he is going to half to say whatever. Just let it go.' She told herself. Rogue was practically hyperventilating.
Snape just stared at the young girl who seemingly spilled her soul out to him in one interesting threat and plea for help. His pale complexion had flushed at the childhood insult of 'Snivillus' but that could be overlooked. If all she was saying was true than she knew a lot more than schoolyard taunts; she knew a dangerous amount of information. The irony of the situation was too much for Severus to take. The Dark Lord was always looking for new and impressionable witches and wizards to join him. Here was a Muggle girl who had enough power to overthrow him if not anyone in the wizarding world. Snape sat down hard in the chair.
"Are there others who share your powers?" he asked in an even tone. Rogue could not see his eyes; his curtain of hair had fallen forward. Her green eyes looked at his sharp profile. She was listened for a trap in those words. She was cautious and that is good.
"Not mahne particularly, but there are a lot of people with powers. Humans are evolving. A'h think the term for us is Homo Sapien Superior. Spiffy huh?" she said bitterly and stood.
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"Unfortunately A'h still have to go to work. Mama got to earn that smack as the saying goes." Rogue stated and then her shoulders dropped. "Sorry for using that name, A'h know that it really gets ya."
"Yes well, I request that you don't go about dealing my memories out for entertainment." Snape said sternly. Rogue's eyes widened.
"No, A'h would never do something like that. That would be mean and sides, A'h could just as easily sell them on the black market for money." She said and smirked.
"Can you do your best to remain out of trouble for one weeks time?" Snape asked as he moved towards the door. Rouge put a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows.
"A'h am meh, so that is a rathar stupid question." She retorted as he turned and held out a small slip of paper. Rogue opened it to see the scripted words of: Number 12 Grimmauld Place. "What's this?"
"If you are forced out of you..." Snape looked around for a moment with a look of contempt, "home. Then come here. There are a few people who would like to talk to you about your powers."
"And A'h am to trust you why, Professor Snape?" Rouge said. Snape turned to respond.
"Simply my dear Rogue, if I had not intervened I doubt that the gentlemen from last night would have ended up face down. Aside the point I believe that in one weeks time a potion that you would have great interest in can be finished. I shall come back to this residence to collect you if you wish to leave." And with that Snape turned down the hall and left Rogue in her flat.
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'Damn Boy Scout bastards makin' meh keep mah nose clean for a week. Buncha bull if ya ask meh.' Rogue thought as she scribbled furiously in her journal. It was about nine-ish and she needed to head home soon. After all it was Friday and Friday was "double or nothing" night at the Magic Garter. The wizards get twice as drunk and dish out twice the tips. Rogue stopped writing and stretched. She had on ripped up jeans with tights under and Chucks. A tight black shirt was covered by a deep gray one. The shirt read: 'New Orleans Voodoo'. Remy "bought" it for her.
Her green eyes adjusted to the dark as she left the lit area of the park. 'Go home, change, go to work.' She thought as she easily made her way home. Severus had made her a little paranoid at the thought of the big evil wizard boogeyman coming to get her. Tossing the finished butt of her cigarette into the gutter she groped into her pockets for her house keys. 'Bingo' she thought as she turned the doorknob to her flat.
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As soon as the fire had began to lick the ceiling the flames and smoke were gone. A pink vapor was hanging low to the ground inside her door. Rogue stood in the hall for a good five minutes before she could register what happened. 'Ok here's the million-dolla question: go in or not. Shit A'h don't know what to do. Think gal. What can A'h do so as A'h don't die ifin A'h go in there.' Rouge suddenly let her mind wander and it wandered right into a power she forgot she absorbed. Storm's powers were still there lodged deep in her mind's curves and wrinkles. "Wind" she whispered huskily. Sure enough a light breeze moved all the fog out of her apartment.
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The room was a wreck. The fire had intended to burn everything in her room. However a trunk and her bed had protection runes and were only mildly scorched. Vaguely Rogue mused if her pot had been incinerated. Grabbing her deep green comforter and headed over to the trunk. She stopped and dropped the thick cloth that survived the inferno. There on the floor of the flat was the freakiest thing that Rogue had seen for a while. Her tattoo was imbedded in floor. It was a shimery green. Rouge shook her head and bolted from the crumbled exoskeleton of her former home.
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'Ok A'h remember that it was Grimmauld Place but what was the damned number.' Rogue thought as she stopped and looked at the seemingly same homes. This was odd; none of them looked particularly magical. Rogue sighed and sat down on her trunk. It contained some clothes and books. 'It's all A'h got now. What a fuckin' surprise.' She mused to herself and inhaled from her cigarette that she just lit. 'Wait a cotton pickin' minute. There's numba 10, 11 and then 13. Where the hell is Number 12 Grimmauld Place at?" she wondered.
Then abruptly as if by magic another house was squeezed in-between 11 and 13. However the inhabitants noticed nothing. Rogue's cigarette fell from her opened black painted lips. "Well shit. A'h do believe that A'h found the place." She said and walked up to the door.
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Remus Lupin had no idea who to expect when he opened the front door of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. However the girl standing there could hardly be turned away in that attire. Her clothes were artfully ragged. Her shirt announced Voodoo, one of the more fickle aspects of magic. Her dark lips and eyes accented the pale color of her skin. The eyes were a sharp green. Her hair was the most interesting. It was a deep red purple. The front however was a contrast to white bangs. She carried a quilt of sorts and a trunk. She smelled of smoke and sweat. He could smell her girlsweat and deodorant under the musk of smoke.
Rogue had enough gall to ring the bell but when the man answered she froze. This man was tall and thin. He looked a bit under fed and raggedy. 'His name is Remus.' A memory told her. The house behind him looked dark but inviting. A haunted house would give off the same vibe.
"A'h am sorry, is Professor Snape here?" Rogue said once she regained her senses. The man now seemed to recover his. He blinked and then smiled apologetically.
"Ah, I am dreadfully sorry but he is not." Remus said and then stopped. "Would you like to come in.," he asked kindly. The girl's eyes looked up and then darted down as in thought.
"Please, unless A'h am goin' to be a problem or sumthin." She muttered. 'What the hell. Why am A'h so embarrassed all of a sudden.' Shaking her head she hefted her trunk inside and Remus shut the door.
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YEAH!!! It's over. Sorry if some of the interaction seemed awkward. Please help meh improve. Reviews are welcome as are anything else. See ya Darlins'!
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