The Snake and Tigers Revelations
"Who is your favorite Shakespearean character?" Cynthia asked. For the past couple hours they had been talking about anything and everything. At first it was about the war, than the subject became Hogwarts and its students, than it became school subjects, than literature. Soon they had specified literature into categories like books, authors, and plays. They spoke for hours about their favorite book and authors and now here they sat speaking about their favorite Shakespearean character.
"Signior Benedick, from-" he started before a smile broke out into her face and she finished his sentence.
"From the Romantic Comedie 'Much Ado About Nothing'," she said with a smile. He looked at her questioningly.
"Yours?" he asked looking at her intently while raising his right brow. She stood up in a graceful manner. "Lady Disdain!" she said with a grand gesture of her hand and she bowed. She than stood up straight with a smile on her face. He stared at her and he could feel a smile come over his face. He was so fascinated by her. She was a very diverse person. Very serious most of the time, but still friendly. She had a great personality and she was very intelligent. He found her company enjoyable to be in and that was a rare thing for Severus Snape. She looked into his eyes. "None other than Beatrice of course."
"What a coincidence," he said with the smile still in place.
"Well I do believe this is the first time I have ever seen you smile," she said as she looked upon him. He turned his face to look out the window and tried to restore it to it's usual neutral mask. As he looked out the window he realised that it was dark out and drizzling. He wondered how many hours he had spent just merely talking to her. "You know," she said and he returned his attention to her. "You should smiled more often," she continued.
"And why would I do that?" he asked.
"Well for one thing it takes more muslces to frown than to smile," she started as she gracefully sat down again. "And it does make things seem slightly brighter." He once again looked away. "So, we have spent quite a couple of hours talking about anything and everything that there is to talk about. How about you tell me about yourself now?"
"What can I possibly say?" he said lowly as he looked at her. "What of you? I'm sure what you have been doing the past couple of years would be much more interest than my last couple of years."
"Truly there is nothing that has been going on in my life that is of much importance or interst," she responded. "For the past couple of years I have been living as a muggle in London. I live in a very shady neighborhood where you would think that only Goth people live. It is very dodgy, you'd almost go as far as to say that Jack the Ripper past through once or twice in days of old. As for what I was making my living off of was basically runing a bookstore. Like I said, nothing of importance or interest. How about you? I'm sure you're much more interesting."
"What is there to say. I have been teaching for almost fifteen years. For the past five years I have had the 'pleasure' of teaching 'The-Boy-Who- Live' who doesn't seem to be learning anything in my class. This boy who always manages to get himself and his friends in to great danger. And it's all because he is poking around in things that he should not be in," he said. She could catch the bitterness in his tone. She looked at him and thought for a bit.
"Do you not like him, or is it some old grudge that you hold against the boy?" she asked.
"Why do you ask?" he asked looking at her and wondering what McGonagall had told her daughter.
"Well such deep rooted bitterness can't have just been planted a couple of years ago. It must go beyond that," she responded in a nochalant way.
"You know too much for your own sake, do you know that?" Severus said.
"Yes and you will have to learn to live with it. I'm not going away anytime soon and this is just the way I am," she responded as she got up. She looked at the watch on her slender arm and could see that it was midnight. She than turned her gaze to him. "I'm going upstairs to get myself something to drink, would you like something?"
"No thank you," he responded. She noded and walked out of the room. He tried to listen to her footsteps walk away, but the second that he no longer could see her in the hallway, it seemed that she had vanished. He wondered if her steps where so light that he could not hear them. If that was the case he thought her to be stealthy like a cat. He sighed and got up from his chair. He walked around the room wondering how this girl could draw him in so much. Given that he could be even more drawn with a simple flash of silver from her magical eyes.
He paced around the room, feeling that his legs needed a stretch. He paced the room wondering what McGonagall's daughter had that made him long for her company. She had just merely stepped out of the room and he was already craving her return. He wished to speak to her even longer, as long as it was not about his past. Of course she would probably find out about his past at some point. He wondered what she would think when she found out what he once was. What he was pretending to be even now.
At that moment he could here footsteps in the hallway walking toward the room. He wondered if it was her. He thought that it had to be someone else for she had just left a mere couple of seconds ago. But when he saw a hooded figure walk into the room he knew that it was not her. The hooded figure stopped in the doorway when he saw Severus standing there. Severus stared into the slits of the mask where the eyes where supposed to be. He soon saw the color gray and imediately knew who it was.
"Lucius did you have to pick tonight to come!" Severus hissed at him. Lucius Malfoy undid the clasp of his mask and walked over to Severus. Severus met him at the halfway point of the room, which happened to be at the foot of McGonagall's bed.
"Well what other time Severus? Tonight, she is most likely to not wake up and make it an easier job for me to be rid of her," Lucius responded. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Professor Dumbledore suspected that you would return to finish your job and forced me to stay and watch over her, you know you should have done a better jod in being discrete," Severus scolded.
"I wasn't exactly planing on having an auror step in on my fun," he snapped at him.
"Yes well, you cannot do it tonight. If you do Professor Dumbledore will be wondering where I was when it happened and I don't need the old goat asking me many questions that can lead to him quesitioning my loyalty," Severus hissed at him.
"I'm sorry Severus, but I will not be punished by the Dark Lord for something that you didn't quite think out," Lucius said. "If you dare try and stop me I will of course report you to the Dark Lord." Severus looked into the cold gray eyes and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do. He could not let McGonagall die and yet he could not risk Lucius mouthing off to the Dark Lord, for if he did the Dark Lord would wonder of his Loyalty. "That's a good boy Severus," Lucius said as a smile came over his face. He turned on his heal, stopped dead and soon was lying on the floor.
Severus didn't see what happened because it had happened quite quickly. He could see Lucius on the floor with a bloody nose and his hands trying to tend it. He guessed that Cynthia had sneaked up on both of them and knocked Lucius out when he turned about. Cynthia looked down at Lucius and proceeded to kick him in the stomach. Severus looked at her and slowly backed away from the scene. He did not wish to catch her anger and violence streak that she was dishing out on Lucius.
She bent down, grabbed Lucius and picked him off the floor by the collar. She soon had him pinned against a wall. Severus wondered how she could possibly pick him up. She couldn't possibly be that strong. There was no way she could. She wasn't even a person with muscles. Her whole body looked soft and feminine. "You ever touch a hair on her head and I will make sure that you are way past hospitalized," She growled out. She than opened the nearby window. "I hope you could reach your wand and apparate before you hit the ground," she said and than she through him out the window.
She turned away from the window, not wanting to see wether Lucius hit the floor or not. When she did not hear anything go SPLAT on the ground bellow she knew he had managed to apparate. She than turned to the other man in the room. "And aren't you the biggest Snake in the world?" she asked as she walked over to him. He could see her eyes glowing, actually GLOWING silver. Her eyes looked like the moon! She walked over to him in a couple of strides and he backed into the wall.
"Cynthia, it's not what you think, let me explain," he said.
"Explain? Esplain what exactly?" she asked as she stood before him. She pinned him to the wall.
"I am a Spy for Dumbledore," he said. She looked at him and the glow in her eyes became vissibly dimmer. "When I was younger I became a Death Eater and before the first war was over and the Dark Lord fell I became a spy for Professor Dumbledore. Now I am once again being Professor Dumbledore's spy. I find out what the Dark Lord is planing and I tell the Order Members."
"What was all that about than?" she asked still having him pinned against the wall. He could feel a pain in his shoulder and wondered if she was putting enough preasure in his shoulder to leave a bruise. Than he wondered how she could possibly be so strong.
"Well if I do not pretend that I am on the Dark Lords side to the Death Eaters than I will be discovered," he responded. The glow in her eyes went away, but they where still silver.
"Why should I believe you?" she asked.
"There is no evidence that I can present to you at the present moment, you just must trust me," he responded gently. She looked into his eyes. She did not know wether to believe him or not. She sighed and let go of him. She walked over to her seat and sat down. She didn't know why, but something was telling her he was telling her the truth. Perhaps it was simply the reason that she could not believe he was a Death Eater. Part of it was because Dumbledore trusted him. Another part of it was because she figured that a great guy like him couldn't possibly have bad intentions.
"Now it's my turn to ask a couple of questions," he said as he sat across from her. She turned to look at him. "What are you? There is something about your eyes that tells me that you are not a normal witch. You are much to wise for your age."
"You are not ready to know what it is that I am," she responded. "Humans have a tendency to fear what they don't uderstand, what they don't know about. And that fear turns into hate.The second the words slip out of my mouth you will think me a filthy animal. You will fear me and your fear will turn into hate. And when your fear turns to hate, I shall act the way you will expect me to act because I will be angry at your prejudice beliefes."
"How do you know what the outcome will be?" he asked defyingly.
"Because it has happend before and it will happen again. Why do you think Karkaroff expelled me in my seventh year? He feared me and he thought me a blood hungry beast. He completely forgot that I was in fact human, with human feelings. Human values and morals. And even beast have hearts. Even beast can be said to have human qualities. They too bleed, they suffer, they love. Whoever said that animals where not capable of love was the real animal."
"I assure you that I will not do what you predict I shall," he said. He indeed wondered if there was truth in his words. He figured that she was a werewolf from the way she spoke of her conditions, but he knew that it could not be. As far as he knew werewolves had gold, not silver eyes.
"All right, but I have warned you. If you believe me to be nothing more than a dangerous animal than that is what I shall be with you. A dangerous animal," she responded warningly. He noded in response wondering what he was getting himself into. "I'm a weretiger," she responded. He looked at her blankly. "Weretigers weren't thought to exist because they have never attacked anyone before. I was the first weretiger case in over two centuries. Weretigers are very different from werewolves. They are much more bigger and dangerous than werewolves, well that is if they attack, but usually weretigers are very peaceful. They are sort of lazy like cats. They don't attack people and like to be alone.
"A way you can tell if a person is a weretiger is their eyes, teeth, nails, balance and hair. When you are bitten you get red or orange highlights, your teeth grow bigger and sharper and so do your nails. You get a great sence of balance and you could walk around noiselessly like cats. As for your eyes they sometimes get that silver glint in them," she responded. "Although I don't recomend you ever look into the silver eyes of a wertiger. When in their human form the silver eyes can entrance people. If they look long enough into your eyes when they are silver they can be knocked unconsious. In the animal form it is much more dangerous. It is called the Death Trance. If you look into a weretigers eyes when they are in their animal form they can kill you through the trance.
"Also weretigers are more agressive in their human form than in their animal form," she said. He was looking at her in interest. He could not believe that just merely looking into their eyes was dangerous. "There are two things we have in commom with werewolves. One is that the moon affects us and we could feel it in the sky. The second is that our one and only enemy is the Vampire."
"Is that all?" he asked.
"Pretty much," she responded.
"That wasn't that bad now was it? And I don't fear of hate you," he said seriously and sincerely. If anything he was more interested in her now more than ever.
"Well I'm glad that you have more sence than most people."
*****TBC*******
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"Who is your favorite Shakespearean character?" Cynthia asked. For the past couple hours they had been talking about anything and everything. At first it was about the war, than the subject became Hogwarts and its students, than it became school subjects, than literature. Soon they had specified literature into categories like books, authors, and plays. They spoke for hours about their favorite book and authors and now here they sat speaking about their favorite Shakespearean character.
"Signior Benedick, from-" he started before a smile broke out into her face and she finished his sentence.
"From the Romantic Comedie 'Much Ado About Nothing'," she said with a smile. He looked at her questioningly.
"Yours?" he asked looking at her intently while raising his right brow. She stood up in a graceful manner. "Lady Disdain!" she said with a grand gesture of her hand and she bowed. She than stood up straight with a smile on her face. He stared at her and he could feel a smile come over his face. He was so fascinated by her. She was a very diverse person. Very serious most of the time, but still friendly. She had a great personality and she was very intelligent. He found her company enjoyable to be in and that was a rare thing for Severus Snape. She looked into his eyes. "None other than Beatrice of course."
"What a coincidence," he said with the smile still in place.
"Well I do believe this is the first time I have ever seen you smile," she said as she looked upon him. He turned his face to look out the window and tried to restore it to it's usual neutral mask. As he looked out the window he realised that it was dark out and drizzling. He wondered how many hours he had spent just merely talking to her. "You know," she said and he returned his attention to her. "You should smiled more often," she continued.
"And why would I do that?" he asked.
"Well for one thing it takes more muslces to frown than to smile," she started as she gracefully sat down again. "And it does make things seem slightly brighter." He once again looked away. "So, we have spent quite a couple of hours talking about anything and everything that there is to talk about. How about you tell me about yourself now?"
"What can I possibly say?" he said lowly as he looked at her. "What of you? I'm sure what you have been doing the past couple of years would be much more interest than my last couple of years."
"Truly there is nothing that has been going on in my life that is of much importance or interst," she responded. "For the past couple of years I have been living as a muggle in London. I live in a very shady neighborhood where you would think that only Goth people live. It is very dodgy, you'd almost go as far as to say that Jack the Ripper past through once or twice in days of old. As for what I was making my living off of was basically runing a bookstore. Like I said, nothing of importance or interest. How about you? I'm sure you're much more interesting."
"What is there to say. I have been teaching for almost fifteen years. For the past five years I have had the 'pleasure' of teaching 'The-Boy-Who- Live' who doesn't seem to be learning anything in my class. This boy who always manages to get himself and his friends in to great danger. And it's all because he is poking around in things that he should not be in," he said. She could catch the bitterness in his tone. She looked at him and thought for a bit.
"Do you not like him, or is it some old grudge that you hold against the boy?" she asked.
"Why do you ask?" he asked looking at her and wondering what McGonagall had told her daughter.
"Well such deep rooted bitterness can't have just been planted a couple of years ago. It must go beyond that," she responded in a nochalant way.
"You know too much for your own sake, do you know that?" Severus said.
"Yes and you will have to learn to live with it. I'm not going away anytime soon and this is just the way I am," she responded as she got up. She looked at the watch on her slender arm and could see that it was midnight. She than turned her gaze to him. "I'm going upstairs to get myself something to drink, would you like something?"
"No thank you," he responded. She noded and walked out of the room. He tried to listen to her footsteps walk away, but the second that he no longer could see her in the hallway, it seemed that she had vanished. He wondered if her steps where so light that he could not hear them. If that was the case he thought her to be stealthy like a cat. He sighed and got up from his chair. He walked around the room wondering how this girl could draw him in so much. Given that he could be even more drawn with a simple flash of silver from her magical eyes.
He paced around the room, feeling that his legs needed a stretch. He paced the room wondering what McGonagall's daughter had that made him long for her company. She had just merely stepped out of the room and he was already craving her return. He wished to speak to her even longer, as long as it was not about his past. Of course she would probably find out about his past at some point. He wondered what she would think when she found out what he once was. What he was pretending to be even now.
At that moment he could here footsteps in the hallway walking toward the room. He wondered if it was her. He thought that it had to be someone else for she had just left a mere couple of seconds ago. But when he saw a hooded figure walk into the room he knew that it was not her. The hooded figure stopped in the doorway when he saw Severus standing there. Severus stared into the slits of the mask where the eyes where supposed to be. He soon saw the color gray and imediately knew who it was.
"Lucius did you have to pick tonight to come!" Severus hissed at him. Lucius Malfoy undid the clasp of his mask and walked over to Severus. Severus met him at the halfway point of the room, which happened to be at the foot of McGonagall's bed.
"Well what other time Severus? Tonight, she is most likely to not wake up and make it an easier job for me to be rid of her," Lucius responded. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Professor Dumbledore suspected that you would return to finish your job and forced me to stay and watch over her, you know you should have done a better jod in being discrete," Severus scolded.
"I wasn't exactly planing on having an auror step in on my fun," he snapped at him.
"Yes well, you cannot do it tonight. If you do Professor Dumbledore will be wondering where I was when it happened and I don't need the old goat asking me many questions that can lead to him quesitioning my loyalty," Severus hissed at him.
"I'm sorry Severus, but I will not be punished by the Dark Lord for something that you didn't quite think out," Lucius said. "If you dare try and stop me I will of course report you to the Dark Lord." Severus looked into the cold gray eyes and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do. He could not let McGonagall die and yet he could not risk Lucius mouthing off to the Dark Lord, for if he did the Dark Lord would wonder of his Loyalty. "That's a good boy Severus," Lucius said as a smile came over his face. He turned on his heal, stopped dead and soon was lying on the floor.
Severus didn't see what happened because it had happened quite quickly. He could see Lucius on the floor with a bloody nose and his hands trying to tend it. He guessed that Cynthia had sneaked up on both of them and knocked Lucius out when he turned about. Cynthia looked down at Lucius and proceeded to kick him in the stomach. Severus looked at her and slowly backed away from the scene. He did not wish to catch her anger and violence streak that she was dishing out on Lucius.
She bent down, grabbed Lucius and picked him off the floor by the collar. She soon had him pinned against a wall. Severus wondered how she could possibly pick him up. She couldn't possibly be that strong. There was no way she could. She wasn't even a person with muscles. Her whole body looked soft and feminine. "You ever touch a hair on her head and I will make sure that you are way past hospitalized," She growled out. She than opened the nearby window. "I hope you could reach your wand and apparate before you hit the ground," she said and than she through him out the window.
She turned away from the window, not wanting to see wether Lucius hit the floor or not. When she did not hear anything go SPLAT on the ground bellow she knew he had managed to apparate. She than turned to the other man in the room. "And aren't you the biggest Snake in the world?" she asked as she walked over to him. He could see her eyes glowing, actually GLOWING silver. Her eyes looked like the moon! She walked over to him in a couple of strides and he backed into the wall.
"Cynthia, it's not what you think, let me explain," he said.
"Explain? Esplain what exactly?" she asked as she stood before him. She pinned him to the wall.
"I am a Spy for Dumbledore," he said. She looked at him and the glow in her eyes became vissibly dimmer. "When I was younger I became a Death Eater and before the first war was over and the Dark Lord fell I became a spy for Professor Dumbledore. Now I am once again being Professor Dumbledore's spy. I find out what the Dark Lord is planing and I tell the Order Members."
"What was all that about than?" she asked still having him pinned against the wall. He could feel a pain in his shoulder and wondered if she was putting enough preasure in his shoulder to leave a bruise. Than he wondered how she could possibly be so strong.
"Well if I do not pretend that I am on the Dark Lords side to the Death Eaters than I will be discovered," he responded. The glow in her eyes went away, but they where still silver.
"Why should I believe you?" she asked.
"There is no evidence that I can present to you at the present moment, you just must trust me," he responded gently. She looked into his eyes. She did not know wether to believe him or not. She sighed and let go of him. She walked over to her seat and sat down. She didn't know why, but something was telling her he was telling her the truth. Perhaps it was simply the reason that she could not believe he was a Death Eater. Part of it was because Dumbledore trusted him. Another part of it was because she figured that a great guy like him couldn't possibly have bad intentions.
"Now it's my turn to ask a couple of questions," he said as he sat across from her. She turned to look at him. "What are you? There is something about your eyes that tells me that you are not a normal witch. You are much to wise for your age."
"You are not ready to know what it is that I am," she responded. "Humans have a tendency to fear what they don't uderstand, what they don't know about. And that fear turns into hate.The second the words slip out of my mouth you will think me a filthy animal. You will fear me and your fear will turn into hate. And when your fear turns to hate, I shall act the way you will expect me to act because I will be angry at your prejudice beliefes."
"How do you know what the outcome will be?" he asked defyingly.
"Because it has happend before and it will happen again. Why do you think Karkaroff expelled me in my seventh year? He feared me and he thought me a blood hungry beast. He completely forgot that I was in fact human, with human feelings. Human values and morals. And even beast have hearts. Even beast can be said to have human qualities. They too bleed, they suffer, they love. Whoever said that animals where not capable of love was the real animal."
"I assure you that I will not do what you predict I shall," he said. He indeed wondered if there was truth in his words. He figured that she was a werewolf from the way she spoke of her conditions, but he knew that it could not be. As far as he knew werewolves had gold, not silver eyes.
"All right, but I have warned you. If you believe me to be nothing more than a dangerous animal than that is what I shall be with you. A dangerous animal," she responded warningly. He noded in response wondering what he was getting himself into. "I'm a weretiger," she responded. He looked at her blankly. "Weretigers weren't thought to exist because they have never attacked anyone before. I was the first weretiger case in over two centuries. Weretigers are very different from werewolves. They are much more bigger and dangerous than werewolves, well that is if they attack, but usually weretigers are very peaceful. They are sort of lazy like cats. They don't attack people and like to be alone.
"A way you can tell if a person is a weretiger is their eyes, teeth, nails, balance and hair. When you are bitten you get red or orange highlights, your teeth grow bigger and sharper and so do your nails. You get a great sence of balance and you could walk around noiselessly like cats. As for your eyes they sometimes get that silver glint in them," she responded. "Although I don't recomend you ever look into the silver eyes of a wertiger. When in their human form the silver eyes can entrance people. If they look long enough into your eyes when they are silver they can be knocked unconsious. In the animal form it is much more dangerous. It is called the Death Trance. If you look into a weretigers eyes when they are in their animal form they can kill you through the trance.
"Also weretigers are more agressive in their human form than in their animal form," she said. He was looking at her in interest. He could not believe that just merely looking into their eyes was dangerous. "There are two things we have in commom with werewolves. One is that the moon affects us and we could feel it in the sky. The second is that our one and only enemy is the Vampire."
"Is that all?" he asked.
"Pretty much," she responded.
"That wasn't that bad now was it? And I don't fear of hate you," he said seriously and sincerely. If anything he was more interested in her now more than ever.
"Well I'm glad that you have more sence than most people."
*****TBC*******
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