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21- Suspicions
Quickly, she ran to the door. Harry grabbed her arm. 'Where are you going?' he asked. Mona just shook her head and kept on running. But what she didn't know was that she was followed... Heads turned as Mona ran... ran down to the dungeons. She threw open the heavy door and looked to see her uncle evilly putting a T on three rolls of parchment in a row. He looked up just in time for her to run sobbing into his arms. 'I...' she started, 'I... miss her,' and Mona continued to sob into his arms. Snape stood by awkwardly; he had never been in such a situation. 'Yes... um... I suppose you should miss your mother...' Snape said as he patted her back, 'but why do you miss her so suddenly?' 'I saw... I saw...' Mona couldn't continue. Snape went to his cabinet and took out his calming potion, after all, potions were what he always depended on to solve his problems. 'Here... drink this,' he said softly, his brows furrowed up in confusion. Mona took a sip of her potion and her breathing immediately went back to normal and tears stopped rolling down her cheeks. 'Hermione made this, didn't she?' Mona said, smiling slightly. 'Of course, Granger makes the best potions in the class... Oh, but don't tell her I said that,' said Snape quickly and suddenly alarmed, 'I'm trying to convince her that she's the worst student I ever had.' Mona snorted and almost choked on her potion. 'Well, good luck... (cough... cough) in doing that.' Snape began to tap his foot, 'So... are you going to tell me?' 'Tell you?' Mona faked stupid innocence. After all, it was so funny to see her uncle, normally cold and indifferent, so curious about her problem. Snape began to rap his fingers on his desk, 'Yes, oh for Merlin's sake, why did you come running down here at eight 'o clock?!' Mona spoke slowly, 'I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room...' 'Was Potter there?' Snape interrupted. 'Yes, but this has nothing to do with him,' Mona said stiffly, 'anyways, I was sort of... daydreaming.' 'And then...' 'Well, I started to remember... that night. But this time, I remembered something more.' 'Yes... more...' 'I heard this awful scream... of a man I think... he said something like... find her... he was almost desperate.' Snape's whitened face looked sagged as if it had been stretched and then undone. 'What does it mean? Well... are you gonna tell me? 'Uhh... it doesn't mean anything... not a thing,' said Snape swiftly. 'Oh, I know that tone,' said Mona angrily, 'You're hiding something. Well are you going to tell me or not?' Snape started to mutter... he glance at the clock on his wall. 'Well what do you know, about eight thirty, that's my bedtime.' He started to move to the back of his classroom where the door to his office was. 'Have to wake up early, for classes and such. Of course you understand. Well bye.' And he shut the door to his office, leaving her foolishly standing in an empty classroom. 'Grrr. How could he?' she thought angrily, 'I'll get him back,' then a thought struck her. Mona walked up to the assignments that Snape had unfairly graded and left on his desk. 'What goes around, comes around,' she thought as she 'fixed' the papers to her own style.
22- Confessions
Mona walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room. Why had Snape acted so... unusual? Suddenly, Mona was grabbed by her arm and thrown into an empty classroom. Quickly, she got up and turned to face the dark shadow in the room. 'Who are you?' she demanded in a voice braver than what she felt. 'Maybe, I should be asking you the same thing,' whispered a very familiar voice. 'Hermione,' said Mona quietly as she stood, 'what are you talking about?' 'Oh, so you want to play dumb?' whispered Hermione in a huff, 'Fine, then let me ask you this. Why did you just go to Professor Snape? Why is he so nice to you? Why did you leave your old school? And... why... why did you automatically befriend Harry?' 'Uhh...' said Mona, since... well... she didn't really know what to say. 'Look, you act all nice and sweet on the outside, but I want to know what is really true. Who are you!' Hermione's voice was growing and she started to walk closer to Mona, 'Voldemort's powers are growing; we all know that he's back. He has spies, these days you can't just trust anyone. Is that what you are! Someone who just brakes up friends and families!' 'What!' shouted Mona. Hermione had just touched a nerve. 'I? Brake up friends and families. You don't even know what you are talking about?' 'I know you're smarter than that Mona. If that's even your name.' Hermione was now facing Mona. They were nearly nose to nose, challenging each other, eye for eye. The tears, which had gone with a calming potion, were now reborn in Mona's eyes. 'You've never lost anything, have you? You've always just lived in your perfect little world; the most you've worried about is your grades!' Mona's breathing was quickening. 'Have you ever had everything you wanted one minute, and the next it's all gone! You're abandoned with only one thing left, a school you've only heard of. Once there, you're either too welcomed by males or not welcomed at all!' 'Mona...' Hermione whispered, lost for words. 'NO, I don't want to hear any more. I know where I'm not welcome. Don't expect to find me tomorrow. And don't expect to see me again.' And with that, Mona was out the door on her way to Dumbledore's office. But she had barely been gone for a minute, when Hermione panting grabbed her arm. 'You're not lying,' said Hermione as she took out an ornament from her pocket. 'This would have turned pale green if you would have lied.' Mona looked down at the instrument. She had never seen it before. Then she looked up into Hermione's eyes, her trusting eyes. 'Friends,' said Hermione quietly. 'Friends,' said Mona. They started to walk back to the dorms. Then Hermione said, 'Well... aren't you gonna tell me about... well, yourself?' 'I was just waiting for you to ask,' said Mona as they both started to laugh.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
21- Suspicions
Quickly, she ran to the door. Harry grabbed her arm. 'Where are you going?' he asked. Mona just shook her head and kept on running. But what she didn't know was that she was followed... Heads turned as Mona ran... ran down to the dungeons. She threw open the heavy door and looked to see her uncle evilly putting a T on three rolls of parchment in a row. He looked up just in time for her to run sobbing into his arms. 'I...' she started, 'I... miss her,' and Mona continued to sob into his arms. Snape stood by awkwardly; he had never been in such a situation. 'Yes... um... I suppose you should miss your mother...' Snape said as he patted her back, 'but why do you miss her so suddenly?' 'I saw... I saw...' Mona couldn't continue. Snape went to his cabinet and took out his calming potion, after all, potions were what he always depended on to solve his problems. 'Here... drink this,' he said softly, his brows furrowed up in confusion. Mona took a sip of her potion and her breathing immediately went back to normal and tears stopped rolling down her cheeks. 'Hermione made this, didn't she?' Mona said, smiling slightly. 'Of course, Granger makes the best potions in the class... Oh, but don't tell her I said that,' said Snape quickly and suddenly alarmed, 'I'm trying to convince her that she's the worst student I ever had.' Mona snorted and almost choked on her potion. 'Well, good luck... (cough... cough) in doing that.' Snape began to tap his foot, 'So... are you going to tell me?' 'Tell you?' Mona faked stupid innocence. After all, it was so funny to see her uncle, normally cold and indifferent, so curious about her problem. Snape began to rap his fingers on his desk, 'Yes, oh for Merlin's sake, why did you come running down here at eight 'o clock?!' Mona spoke slowly, 'I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room...' 'Was Potter there?' Snape interrupted. 'Yes, but this has nothing to do with him,' Mona said stiffly, 'anyways, I was sort of... daydreaming.' 'And then...' 'Well, I started to remember... that night. But this time, I remembered something more.' 'Yes... more...' 'I heard this awful scream... of a man I think... he said something like... find her... he was almost desperate.' Snape's whitened face looked sagged as if it had been stretched and then undone. 'What does it mean? Well... are you gonna tell me? 'Uhh... it doesn't mean anything... not a thing,' said Snape swiftly. 'Oh, I know that tone,' said Mona angrily, 'You're hiding something. Well are you going to tell me or not?' Snape started to mutter... he glance at the clock on his wall. 'Well what do you know, about eight thirty, that's my bedtime.' He started to move to the back of his classroom where the door to his office was. 'Have to wake up early, for classes and such. Of course you understand. Well bye.' And he shut the door to his office, leaving her foolishly standing in an empty classroom. 'Grrr. How could he?' she thought angrily, 'I'll get him back,' then a thought struck her. Mona walked up to the assignments that Snape had unfairly graded and left on his desk. 'What goes around, comes around,' she thought as she 'fixed' the papers to her own style.
22- Confessions
Mona walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room. Why had Snape acted so... unusual? Suddenly, Mona was grabbed by her arm and thrown into an empty classroom. Quickly, she got up and turned to face the dark shadow in the room. 'Who are you?' she demanded in a voice braver than what she felt. 'Maybe, I should be asking you the same thing,' whispered a very familiar voice. 'Hermione,' said Mona quietly as she stood, 'what are you talking about?' 'Oh, so you want to play dumb?' whispered Hermione in a huff, 'Fine, then let me ask you this. Why did you just go to Professor Snape? Why is he so nice to you? Why did you leave your old school? And... why... why did you automatically befriend Harry?' 'Uhh...' said Mona, since... well... she didn't really know what to say. 'Look, you act all nice and sweet on the outside, but I want to know what is really true. Who are you!' Hermione's voice was growing and she started to walk closer to Mona, 'Voldemort's powers are growing; we all know that he's back. He has spies, these days you can't just trust anyone. Is that what you are! Someone who just brakes up friends and families!' 'What!' shouted Mona. Hermione had just touched a nerve. 'I? Brake up friends and families. You don't even know what you are talking about?' 'I know you're smarter than that Mona. If that's even your name.' Hermione was now facing Mona. They were nearly nose to nose, challenging each other, eye for eye. The tears, which had gone with a calming potion, were now reborn in Mona's eyes. 'You've never lost anything, have you? You've always just lived in your perfect little world; the most you've worried about is your grades!' Mona's breathing was quickening. 'Have you ever had everything you wanted one minute, and the next it's all gone! You're abandoned with only one thing left, a school you've only heard of. Once there, you're either too welcomed by males or not welcomed at all!' 'Mona...' Hermione whispered, lost for words. 'NO, I don't want to hear any more. I know where I'm not welcome. Don't expect to find me tomorrow. And don't expect to see me again.' And with that, Mona was out the door on her way to Dumbledore's office. But she had barely been gone for a minute, when Hermione panting grabbed her arm. 'You're not lying,' said Hermione as she took out an ornament from her pocket. 'This would have turned pale green if you would have lied.' Mona looked down at the instrument. She had never seen it before. Then she looked up into Hermione's eyes, her trusting eyes. 'Friends,' said Hermione quietly. 'Friends,' said Mona. They started to walk back to the dorms. Then Hermione said, 'Well... aren't you gonna tell me about... well, yourself?' 'I was just waiting for you to ask,' said Mona as they both started to laugh.