Mothers Fright and Happiness
Cynthia woke herself early the next morning. She looked across at Severus Snape who was already sitting up and looking at her. She smiled at him and rubbed her eyes. She turned her head to look out the window and she could see the sun was just begining to rise. She than turned her attention to the man sitting across the bed from her. "Why do you wake yourself so early? Or did you not sleep well last night?"
"It is very hard to sleep well when you are sitting up in a chair," he responded gently. Than he blinked in the kind of way that was oh-yes-I'm- blinking-this-long-because-I'm-trying-to-conceal-the-fact-that-I'm-rolling- my-eyes kind of way. He than sighed, "Truth be told as of late I can't sleep well because of times like these." She looked at him and noded understanding what he meant.
"Was it better than others?" she asked. He looked at her intently and wondered what he should answer. You see normally he would have said something along the lines of 'Oh yes, because I love trying to sleep while I'm sitting in a hard chair,' but he could not now. He dared not say something so snappish to her, yet he had no idea why that was. He thought of a proper truthful answer.
"In a way I could say that this has been one of my better nights," he responded. She once again merely noded. She wondred wether he was telling the truth or lying through his teeth. Of course he was partly sincere. It had been a productive night and one where he was not tossing I turning in bed. Of course he would actually have needed a bed to toss and turn on. Nevertheless her company seemed to make staying in the blasted hospital much better than having to have stayed alone. "And how did you sleep?" he asked.
"Well enough, I must say last night was one of my better nights," she responded. He noded and thought of her answer. Surely she had better nights than these, he thought to himself. McGonagall turned her head and they both looked at her. She was still alseep.
"Are you ready to face your mother?" he asked turning his attention back to Cynthia. Cynthia stared at her mother a while, seemingly thinking of something or other. Her eyes had a sort of far off look in them. She soon turned to look at Severus.
"I must say that I am nervous. I don't know what she will say, I don't know how she will react to seing me. I just hope that it is something that I can handle. Nothing very dramatic, nothing that makes her cry. I don't think I'd be able to see my mother cry," Cynthia responded looking at him. She looked down at her hands and they where silent for a couple of minutes. You could hear the birds chirping outside and the bright light of the sun begining to filter into the hospital room. She than looked back up at him. "You where there that night that my mother found out I left. How did she take it?"
"Not well to say the least," he responded. "I'm sure you expected that, though. I walked into to Dumbledore's office that night and she was livid with rage. She had the letter from Durmstrang. I know not what the letter said, but I'm sure it was telling her that you had been expelled. I handed her your note and stepped back as far as I could. Reading through the letter she started to tremble with angst. She was soon crying her heart out and yelling out your name. I tried to tell her what you said and calm her, but there was no helping her. She was cosumed by her sorrow."
"Yes, I look back on that now and I regret having done it. All the while I hoped my mother was fine, that she would not care ar think about it alot. Or course she would. I was foolish to hope or wish it otherwise. A mother prizes her child more than anything and when their child dissapears it tears them up. I knew it and yet I left. I guess you could say that I had been young and very foolish to do that," Cynthia said looking down at her hands in shame. She sighed heavily, a sigh full of woe.
"Your mother will understand," Severus said. She looked up at him.
"I know she will, but I can't handle it. I've taken much too long to return to her side," Cynthia responded wearily. Severus than got up.
"I think I must be leaving now," he said. Cynthia noded and stood up. He walked over to her. "I bid you a good day and good luck," he said shaking her hand.
"Thank you, I believe I'll be needing it," she responded as she shook his hand looking directly into his eyes. "You're good company Severus Snape."
"As are you, Cynthia McGonagall," he said with a smile. "I guess I'll be sieng you around than?" he asked.
"You could count on it. I'd very much like to get to know you better," she responded. He smiled at her and turned on his heel walking out of the room, feeling particularly light. As if lifted up by the fact that she wished to see him again. He felt almost happy about her enjoying his company.
Cynthia watched him leave and when he had turn to walk down the corridor she turned around and plopped down next to the bed. She felt so very tired. She turned her attention to her mother whom was lying on the bed and still breathing heavily. She smiled wearily at her mother. She wanted to get it over with already. She wanted her mother to awaken. Unfortunately her mother didn't even stir for a couple of hours.
Her mother finally began to stir sometime early noon. At the moment Cynthia was alseep when her mother began to awaken. She had been so tired that she had closed her eyes for a minute and they didn't open again. McGonagall opened her eyes and looked drowsily about the room. She moaned as she realized that she was in a hospital room. She looked to her left and was startled completely awake at the sight of the sleeping figure in the chair.
She looked at the person and in a instant she recognized who it was and she was in such utter shock to see her. She looked at the young lady sound asleep in the chair and studied her. She looked so different from the last time she had seen her. She stared at her daughter and wondered what in the world happened to her. She wondered what in all that is holy's name had she done to her beautiful hair! Red Highlights! If that wasn't the most insane thing in the world to do!
The girl began to slowly open her eyes. She looked at the figure on the bed and when she noticed the pair of black eyes staring back at her she sat up in the chair, fully awake. "You're awake!" she said in surprise. She ran a hand through her hair in the nervousness that she was suddenly feeling. She looked at her mother and tried to put a neutral look on her face.
"Cynthia?" she asked. She merely noded and her mother smiled wearily and a sudden rush of questions rushed out of her mothers mouth. "How long have you been here? Where have you been all these years? How are you? Are you all right-"
"Mom, slow down," Cynthia said with a smile. She could see her mothers eyes glinting and she could tell that there where tears welling up in her eyes. "I've been here since yesterday in the evening. Professor Dumbledore contacted me and told me that you where here and I had to come and make sure that you would be allright. And I've been fine all these years. I know how to take care of myself, you did a good job raising me. You need not have worried yourself."
"I'm so glad you're back," her mother said, she choked slightly becasue of all the emotions she had cought in her throat. Cynthia smiled at her and hugged her mother. McGonagall wrapped her arms around her daughter and tears of joy slid down her face. This was the first time that she was happy in over seven years. She had never known how much she loved her daughter, never knew the full extent of this motherly love until her child went away. When she did she felt as though a part of her had died. Now that dead part of her was being hit by a thunderbolt, waking it from it's cold slumber. McGongall let go of her and looked at her. "Where you here all night?"
"Yes," she responded. "I wasn't alone, though, Professor Dumbledore asked Severus Snape to stay with-"
"You where with Severus Snape all night?" McGonagall interupted looking alarmed and seemingly frightened.
"Yes is there something wrong with that?" she asked looking at her mother with concern.
"Well no, but I do not like the idea that two of you spent the whole entire night together," McGonagall said. "He is a great wizard and potions master, don't get me wrong, but he isn't the nicest fellow to know."
"Mother, he's a really nice man. I had a great time with him, it was nice to have some company all night long," Cynthia responded. McGonagall looked at her daughter with concern on her face. Cynthia shook her head, "Really mom you have to learn to look past someone's exterior, as tough at it is."
"I don't like the thought of you spending time with him. Promise me that you won't be with him alone anymore," McGonagall asked. Cynthia looked at her mother and wondered why she was requesting this. What was wrong with her spending time with Severus? Was there something that she was missing? Did her mother not trust the spy?
"Sure," Cynthia responded. McGongall looked slightly relieved and lied back down.
~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~
(oooh, why doesn't she like Snape? Will Cynthia keep her promise? Please Review!)
Cynthia woke herself early the next morning. She looked across at Severus Snape who was already sitting up and looking at her. She smiled at him and rubbed her eyes. She turned her head to look out the window and she could see the sun was just begining to rise. She than turned her attention to the man sitting across the bed from her. "Why do you wake yourself so early? Or did you not sleep well last night?"
"It is very hard to sleep well when you are sitting up in a chair," he responded gently. Than he blinked in the kind of way that was oh-yes-I'm- blinking-this-long-because-I'm-trying-to-conceal-the-fact-that-I'm-rolling- my-eyes kind of way. He than sighed, "Truth be told as of late I can't sleep well because of times like these." She looked at him and noded understanding what he meant.
"Was it better than others?" she asked. He looked at her intently and wondered what he should answer. You see normally he would have said something along the lines of 'Oh yes, because I love trying to sleep while I'm sitting in a hard chair,' but he could not now. He dared not say something so snappish to her, yet he had no idea why that was. He thought of a proper truthful answer.
"In a way I could say that this has been one of my better nights," he responded. She once again merely noded. She wondred wether he was telling the truth or lying through his teeth. Of course he was partly sincere. It had been a productive night and one where he was not tossing I turning in bed. Of course he would actually have needed a bed to toss and turn on. Nevertheless her company seemed to make staying in the blasted hospital much better than having to have stayed alone. "And how did you sleep?" he asked.
"Well enough, I must say last night was one of my better nights," she responded. He noded and thought of her answer. Surely she had better nights than these, he thought to himself. McGonagall turned her head and they both looked at her. She was still alseep.
"Are you ready to face your mother?" he asked turning his attention back to Cynthia. Cynthia stared at her mother a while, seemingly thinking of something or other. Her eyes had a sort of far off look in them. She soon turned to look at Severus.
"I must say that I am nervous. I don't know what she will say, I don't know how she will react to seing me. I just hope that it is something that I can handle. Nothing very dramatic, nothing that makes her cry. I don't think I'd be able to see my mother cry," Cynthia responded looking at him. She looked down at her hands and they where silent for a couple of minutes. You could hear the birds chirping outside and the bright light of the sun begining to filter into the hospital room. She than looked back up at him. "You where there that night that my mother found out I left. How did she take it?"
"Not well to say the least," he responded. "I'm sure you expected that, though. I walked into to Dumbledore's office that night and she was livid with rage. She had the letter from Durmstrang. I know not what the letter said, but I'm sure it was telling her that you had been expelled. I handed her your note and stepped back as far as I could. Reading through the letter she started to tremble with angst. She was soon crying her heart out and yelling out your name. I tried to tell her what you said and calm her, but there was no helping her. She was cosumed by her sorrow."
"Yes, I look back on that now and I regret having done it. All the while I hoped my mother was fine, that she would not care ar think about it alot. Or course she would. I was foolish to hope or wish it otherwise. A mother prizes her child more than anything and when their child dissapears it tears them up. I knew it and yet I left. I guess you could say that I had been young and very foolish to do that," Cynthia said looking down at her hands in shame. She sighed heavily, a sigh full of woe.
"Your mother will understand," Severus said. She looked up at him.
"I know she will, but I can't handle it. I've taken much too long to return to her side," Cynthia responded wearily. Severus than got up.
"I think I must be leaving now," he said. Cynthia noded and stood up. He walked over to her. "I bid you a good day and good luck," he said shaking her hand.
"Thank you, I believe I'll be needing it," she responded as she shook his hand looking directly into his eyes. "You're good company Severus Snape."
"As are you, Cynthia McGonagall," he said with a smile. "I guess I'll be sieng you around than?" he asked.
"You could count on it. I'd very much like to get to know you better," she responded. He smiled at her and turned on his heel walking out of the room, feeling particularly light. As if lifted up by the fact that she wished to see him again. He felt almost happy about her enjoying his company.
Cynthia watched him leave and when he had turn to walk down the corridor she turned around and plopped down next to the bed. She felt so very tired. She turned her attention to her mother whom was lying on the bed and still breathing heavily. She smiled wearily at her mother. She wanted to get it over with already. She wanted her mother to awaken. Unfortunately her mother didn't even stir for a couple of hours.
Her mother finally began to stir sometime early noon. At the moment Cynthia was alseep when her mother began to awaken. She had been so tired that she had closed her eyes for a minute and they didn't open again. McGonagall opened her eyes and looked drowsily about the room. She moaned as she realized that she was in a hospital room. She looked to her left and was startled completely awake at the sight of the sleeping figure in the chair.
She looked at the person and in a instant she recognized who it was and she was in such utter shock to see her. She looked at the young lady sound asleep in the chair and studied her. She looked so different from the last time she had seen her. She stared at her daughter and wondered what in the world happened to her. She wondered what in all that is holy's name had she done to her beautiful hair! Red Highlights! If that wasn't the most insane thing in the world to do!
The girl began to slowly open her eyes. She looked at the figure on the bed and when she noticed the pair of black eyes staring back at her she sat up in the chair, fully awake. "You're awake!" she said in surprise. She ran a hand through her hair in the nervousness that she was suddenly feeling. She looked at her mother and tried to put a neutral look on her face.
"Cynthia?" she asked. She merely noded and her mother smiled wearily and a sudden rush of questions rushed out of her mothers mouth. "How long have you been here? Where have you been all these years? How are you? Are you all right-"
"Mom, slow down," Cynthia said with a smile. She could see her mothers eyes glinting and she could tell that there where tears welling up in her eyes. "I've been here since yesterday in the evening. Professor Dumbledore contacted me and told me that you where here and I had to come and make sure that you would be allright. And I've been fine all these years. I know how to take care of myself, you did a good job raising me. You need not have worried yourself."
"I'm so glad you're back," her mother said, she choked slightly becasue of all the emotions she had cought in her throat. Cynthia smiled at her and hugged her mother. McGonagall wrapped her arms around her daughter and tears of joy slid down her face. This was the first time that she was happy in over seven years. She had never known how much she loved her daughter, never knew the full extent of this motherly love until her child went away. When she did she felt as though a part of her had died. Now that dead part of her was being hit by a thunderbolt, waking it from it's cold slumber. McGongall let go of her and looked at her. "Where you here all night?"
"Yes," she responded. "I wasn't alone, though, Professor Dumbledore asked Severus Snape to stay with-"
"You where with Severus Snape all night?" McGonagall interupted looking alarmed and seemingly frightened.
"Yes is there something wrong with that?" she asked looking at her mother with concern.
"Well no, but I do not like the idea that two of you spent the whole entire night together," McGonagall said. "He is a great wizard and potions master, don't get me wrong, but he isn't the nicest fellow to know."
"Mother, he's a really nice man. I had a great time with him, it was nice to have some company all night long," Cynthia responded. McGonagall looked at her daughter with concern on her face. Cynthia shook her head, "Really mom you have to learn to look past someone's exterior, as tough at it is."
"I don't like the thought of you spending time with him. Promise me that you won't be with him alone anymore," McGonagall asked. Cynthia looked at her mother and wondered why she was requesting this. What was wrong with her spending time with Severus? Was there something that she was missing? Did her mother not trust the spy?
"Sure," Cynthia responded. McGongall looked slightly relieved and lied back down.
~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~
(oooh, why doesn't she like Snape? Will Cynthia keep her promise? Please Review!)