Chapter 7
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"There is no way. No way. It has to be shit. We have to be wrong."
Ginny listened to Melissa swearing under her breath. Barely able to breathe herself, she was silent. There was no way- Except there was. There was heaps of way.
"Shit, Ginny, this is so crazy."
Ginny nodded mutely. Crazy, yes, yet it made so much sense. Professor Lupin must have had some sort of clue, his whole performance in class, the way he'd looked at her. Then there was Snape... or should she be calling him Severus now? Ginny shook her head. This really didn't give her any right to molest her professor.
"Melissa," She grabbed her pacing friend's sleeve. "I have to owl my parents." Ginny noticed her voice was slightly shrill.
"Okay. Okay. Oh shit."
"Will you stop it?! You're making me panic!" Ginny shouted at Melissa, who, by now, was losing her voice.
"You're right. Okay." Melissa stopped. The silence made Ginny uneasy as they ran up to the castle.
"We might be wrong." She commented as they reached the entrance hall.
"It's too crazy to be wrong." Melissa insisted, contradicting much of her earlier ramblings.
"What do we do?" Ginny paused now they were inside the castle.
"First we owl your parents,"
Ginny nodded. "Then we go see Professor Lupin. As soon as possible."
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Dear Mum and Dad,
Am I a veela?
Ginny
Melissa gave the letter a disdainful look.
"Are you sure it's not a little... rushed?"
"It's fine," Ginny tied it to the school owl's leg. "Arthur and Molly Weasley." She said, the owl hooted twice and flew out the window.
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"Ginny sit down and calm down, you're scaring me!" Melissa had finally had enough. Ginny had gone deathly pale.
Ginny dropped down onto the stairwell. Her friend rolled her eyes. "It's not that big of a deal, really, and we still might be wrong and it could turn out all you did was molest a teacher."
"Thanks a lot."
"Or it could be a veela thing, we don't know." Melissa's tone turned cold as she made an observation, reminding Ginny of when the dark-haired girl talked about her aristocratic background. "But if we find out you are a veela it will be under unusual circumstances, ones you will have no control over so there is no use in degrading yourself to a mindless pile of goo."
"So, my hair, it would be a veela thing?" Ginny fiddled with the gold locks, curiously.
"Definitely."
"And my looks?"
"Veela thing."
"The thing with Snape, would that be a veela thing?"
"Probably. He could be your mate." Melissa looked at her, calculatingly. Ginny stared back.
Then she looked down miserably. "So it's all down to me being a veela."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, assuming that I am a veela, everything now, anything I do to make my parents proud and all, they're all going to be veela things, aren't they?" This said in a very uncharacteristic tone.
"That's not true. What about your thing with people?"
"And their crushes?"
"Yeah."
"What about it?"
"I think that's a Ginny thing." Melissa smiled at her. "Let's go find Professor Lupin."
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Remus could easily say this was turning out to be a bad week. With the full moon on Thursday his nerves were at their height and the Weasley dilemma was eating at his mind. Virginia Weasley was a fine young woman who would do well in any career she pursued, no doubt, Remus was at dread to find that that may be at risk because of a gift.
The Ministry's integrity was crumbling quickly. All departments were panicking in light of Voldemort's supposed return, on which many articles had been published, the press had found a story too good to pass over. The Department of Magical Creatures was one which had suffered the most. As a result of the chaos brought about by the announcement of the Dark Lord's return the department had decided a reclassification was in order. A reclassification of Dark Creatures. Werewolves had been on that list for decades, it was Veelas which were at the top of the new list. Due to their powers, which could be considered possibly harmful, veelas were going to be black-listed just as werewolves were.
Then there was the registry. Every living dark creature on public record. Remus could understand why people thought it would keep them safe but knew the community often misunderstood the 'intent' of such a registry was only for reference in the cases of safety and court. There would be mass murder, groups of people would be able to go through that list and kill off the named one by one. What was worse, they would believe it was the right thing to do. Remus wondered if their consciences would be burdened if they slaughtered the creatures despite of their ages. Remus had been bitten at the age of 6. He wondered if they would kill children.
His morbid thoughts were interrupted by the loud knocking at his door. He was surprised, the other Professors all had classes and students stayed well away from his rooms.
Remus knew before he reached the door who it was. Miss Weasley. Her scent was bittersweet and Remus knew his suspicions were correct.
"Damn it!" Remus clenched his fist, releasing some of the frustration.
Regaining his composure quickly, a skill practiced over the years, he opened the door with a neutral expression. He allowed a warm smile to grace his face when the two girls looked up at him.
"Good morning, Miss Weasley, Miss Oberon." He nodded at both. "Shouldn't you be in class?" It didn't take a genius to know something had been figured out but Remus played the game of ignorance until he had further information.
"We have to speak to you," Melissa said when it appeared her friend had not yet found the words.
"Come in then," He gestured.
Melissa Oberon sauntered in. Remus knew her family, rich, powerful, much of her family supported Voldemort. Her background was very similar to that of Sirius Black. Remus had long been determined to discover if it was more than similar. Sirius had suffered an unpleasant childhood, one which this girl should be delivered from.
There was a moment of nodding between the girls once they were seated. Remus looked on, half amused, half impatient.
"Just tell him what happened today." Melissa finally ended the silent conversation.
"Well," Virginia seemed reluctant to start. "You know Professor Snape?"
Remus restrained his smile. "You'd be referring to the Professor Severus Snape who I work alongside at this school, I assume."
Ginny blushed and continued. "I accidentally kissed him."
Remus froze. "You... accidentally... kissed him." He repeated disbelievingly. "How is it that you accidentally kiss someone, Miss Weasley?" He couldn't help but ask.
"I didn't do it on purpose, he was close and-"
"I apologize, I was being cruel." Remus admitted quickly, he'd distressed the girl further. He took a deep breath. Ginny was now looking at him with an indignant stare. "I am very sure you have noticed your hair and recent change in appearance, as most of the school has, and I'm relatively sure you've discovered why. I'm also certain to a degree that you know I know, which will be why you're here, am I right so far?"
Both nodded the affirmative. "Then this is serious business. It unusual for veelas to not be born from another of their kind."
"How do you know I'm one?" Ginny cut in, confused. "How do you know?"
Remus was left in a pained silence for a moment. "I am a werewolf, as you know, and as it is very close to the full moon I have very good senses. Your scent screams veela."
Both drew back, as was inevitable. A lot of things were left out of dark creatures texts.
"Miss Oberon, if you will kindly allow me to have a private discussion with Virginia it would be much appreciated. I will excuse you from being missing from class."
There was a second where Remus was sure the girl was going to refuse. He was used to it, most witches and wizards were wary of being alone, or leaving others alone with dark creatures. But she did leave without fuss and for that Remus was grateful.
He sat opposite Virginia.
"Ginny, I apologize if I come across as harsh." Her wide eyes gazed up at him, making him feel guilty for what he was about to say. "You are a veela. I do not know how this came to be and truthfully, a lot of people won't care. It's going to be treated as a very dangerous thing very soon. The Ministry has been setting up new laws, did you know this?"
"My dad told us, he works there, he says the Ministry is afraid."
Arthur Weasley. Remus remembered the red-haired man as a student. Good man, obsessed with Muggles. "They are very afraid, terrified of losing their authority, so they're doing some very stupid things."
"Like the Minister wanting to repeal the rights of werewolves." Remus winced as she made the straightforward remark. She was clever.
"It may appear as if I am being self-righteous, attempting to 'team' up with you, I know, it's not in my intentions to do so."
"It's okay, Professor." Remus sighed as he knew she did not entirely believe him.
"You do not have to attend classes this afternoon, get some rest, after dinner we will visit the Headmaster."
Ginny knew she shouldn't let herself be so transparent. She'd hurt her favourite Professor, she knew it. Quite a few of the parents of students had been horrified that a werewolf was being allowed to teach at the school. Dumbledore had taken this in stride. The Weasleys had all been okay with it, now Ginny had acted like he was trying to draw her in.
It just seemed so typical. Her werewolf professor discussing the Ministry's stupidity for re-evaluating regulations for Dark Creatures with his veela student. It seemed so... conspirational.
Ginny sat on her bed in the dorms staring out the window, not really seeing anything at all. So she was a veela. What was she meant to do? Scream? Cry?
It struck her that maybe she should research. She really didn't know anything about veelas.
She couldn't help but question if she really wanted to know. Things looked like they could only get worse.
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End of Chapter 7
Thanks to: Kytice, slytherin kitten meow baby (great name!), Morgain Lestrage, August1 (one of my only fics that already has a pretty decent planned plot), sinders, angelusdream, SilverMoonset, li, Quartz, ParvisSira, Shini the Graver, aikakone, kittybro, tigerlily, potts, me, M.E, Elven Warrior1,
melissa ivory: Actually, a kiss is defined as - to touch or caress with the lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness. So, well, I just thought I'd defend that. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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"There is no way. No way. It has to be shit. We have to be wrong."
Ginny listened to Melissa swearing under her breath. Barely able to breathe herself, she was silent. There was no way- Except there was. There was heaps of way.
"Shit, Ginny, this is so crazy."
Ginny nodded mutely. Crazy, yes, yet it made so much sense. Professor Lupin must have had some sort of clue, his whole performance in class, the way he'd looked at her. Then there was Snape... or should she be calling him Severus now? Ginny shook her head. This really didn't give her any right to molest her professor.
"Melissa," She grabbed her pacing friend's sleeve. "I have to owl my parents." Ginny noticed her voice was slightly shrill.
"Okay. Okay. Oh shit."
"Will you stop it?! You're making me panic!" Ginny shouted at Melissa, who, by now, was losing her voice.
"You're right. Okay." Melissa stopped. The silence made Ginny uneasy as they ran up to the castle.
"We might be wrong." She commented as they reached the entrance hall.
"It's too crazy to be wrong." Melissa insisted, contradicting much of her earlier ramblings.
"What do we do?" Ginny paused now they were inside the castle.
"First we owl your parents,"
Ginny nodded. "Then we go see Professor Lupin. As soon as possible."
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Dear Mum and Dad,
Am I a veela?
Ginny
Melissa gave the letter a disdainful look.
"Are you sure it's not a little... rushed?"
"It's fine," Ginny tied it to the school owl's leg. "Arthur and Molly Weasley." She said, the owl hooted twice and flew out the window.
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"Ginny sit down and calm down, you're scaring me!" Melissa had finally had enough. Ginny had gone deathly pale.
Ginny dropped down onto the stairwell. Her friend rolled her eyes. "It's not that big of a deal, really, and we still might be wrong and it could turn out all you did was molest a teacher."
"Thanks a lot."
"Or it could be a veela thing, we don't know." Melissa's tone turned cold as she made an observation, reminding Ginny of when the dark-haired girl talked about her aristocratic background. "But if we find out you are a veela it will be under unusual circumstances, ones you will have no control over so there is no use in degrading yourself to a mindless pile of goo."
"So, my hair, it would be a veela thing?" Ginny fiddled with the gold locks, curiously.
"Definitely."
"And my looks?"
"Veela thing."
"The thing with Snape, would that be a veela thing?"
"Probably. He could be your mate." Melissa looked at her, calculatingly. Ginny stared back.
Then she looked down miserably. "So it's all down to me being a veela."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, assuming that I am a veela, everything now, anything I do to make my parents proud and all, they're all going to be veela things, aren't they?" This said in a very uncharacteristic tone.
"That's not true. What about your thing with people?"
"And their crushes?"
"Yeah."
"What about it?"
"I think that's a Ginny thing." Melissa smiled at her. "Let's go find Professor Lupin."
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Remus could easily say this was turning out to be a bad week. With the full moon on Thursday his nerves were at their height and the Weasley dilemma was eating at his mind. Virginia Weasley was a fine young woman who would do well in any career she pursued, no doubt, Remus was at dread to find that that may be at risk because of a gift.
The Ministry's integrity was crumbling quickly. All departments were panicking in light of Voldemort's supposed return, on which many articles had been published, the press had found a story too good to pass over. The Department of Magical Creatures was one which had suffered the most. As a result of the chaos brought about by the announcement of the Dark Lord's return the department had decided a reclassification was in order. A reclassification of Dark Creatures. Werewolves had been on that list for decades, it was Veelas which were at the top of the new list. Due to their powers, which could be considered possibly harmful, veelas were going to be black-listed just as werewolves were.
Then there was the registry. Every living dark creature on public record. Remus could understand why people thought it would keep them safe but knew the community often misunderstood the 'intent' of such a registry was only for reference in the cases of safety and court. There would be mass murder, groups of people would be able to go through that list and kill off the named one by one. What was worse, they would believe it was the right thing to do. Remus wondered if their consciences would be burdened if they slaughtered the creatures despite of their ages. Remus had been bitten at the age of 6. He wondered if they would kill children.
His morbid thoughts were interrupted by the loud knocking at his door. He was surprised, the other Professors all had classes and students stayed well away from his rooms.
Remus knew before he reached the door who it was. Miss Weasley. Her scent was bittersweet and Remus knew his suspicions were correct.
"Damn it!" Remus clenched his fist, releasing some of the frustration.
Regaining his composure quickly, a skill practiced over the years, he opened the door with a neutral expression. He allowed a warm smile to grace his face when the two girls looked up at him.
"Good morning, Miss Weasley, Miss Oberon." He nodded at both. "Shouldn't you be in class?" It didn't take a genius to know something had been figured out but Remus played the game of ignorance until he had further information.
"We have to speak to you," Melissa said when it appeared her friend had not yet found the words.
"Come in then," He gestured.
Melissa Oberon sauntered in. Remus knew her family, rich, powerful, much of her family supported Voldemort. Her background was very similar to that of Sirius Black. Remus had long been determined to discover if it was more than similar. Sirius had suffered an unpleasant childhood, one which this girl should be delivered from.
There was a moment of nodding between the girls once they were seated. Remus looked on, half amused, half impatient.
"Just tell him what happened today." Melissa finally ended the silent conversation.
"Well," Virginia seemed reluctant to start. "You know Professor Snape?"
Remus restrained his smile. "You'd be referring to the Professor Severus Snape who I work alongside at this school, I assume."
Ginny blushed and continued. "I accidentally kissed him."
Remus froze. "You... accidentally... kissed him." He repeated disbelievingly. "How is it that you accidentally kiss someone, Miss Weasley?" He couldn't help but ask.
"I didn't do it on purpose, he was close and-"
"I apologize, I was being cruel." Remus admitted quickly, he'd distressed the girl further. He took a deep breath. Ginny was now looking at him with an indignant stare. "I am very sure you have noticed your hair and recent change in appearance, as most of the school has, and I'm relatively sure you've discovered why. I'm also certain to a degree that you know I know, which will be why you're here, am I right so far?"
Both nodded the affirmative. "Then this is serious business. It unusual for veelas to not be born from another of their kind."
"How do you know I'm one?" Ginny cut in, confused. "How do you know?"
Remus was left in a pained silence for a moment. "I am a werewolf, as you know, and as it is very close to the full moon I have very good senses. Your scent screams veela."
Both drew back, as was inevitable. A lot of things were left out of dark creatures texts.
"Miss Oberon, if you will kindly allow me to have a private discussion with Virginia it would be much appreciated. I will excuse you from being missing from class."
There was a second where Remus was sure the girl was going to refuse. He was used to it, most witches and wizards were wary of being alone, or leaving others alone with dark creatures. But she did leave without fuss and for that Remus was grateful.
He sat opposite Virginia.
"Ginny, I apologize if I come across as harsh." Her wide eyes gazed up at him, making him feel guilty for what he was about to say. "You are a veela. I do not know how this came to be and truthfully, a lot of people won't care. It's going to be treated as a very dangerous thing very soon. The Ministry has been setting up new laws, did you know this?"
"My dad told us, he works there, he says the Ministry is afraid."
Arthur Weasley. Remus remembered the red-haired man as a student. Good man, obsessed with Muggles. "They are very afraid, terrified of losing their authority, so they're doing some very stupid things."
"Like the Minister wanting to repeal the rights of werewolves." Remus winced as she made the straightforward remark. She was clever.
"It may appear as if I am being self-righteous, attempting to 'team' up with you, I know, it's not in my intentions to do so."
"It's okay, Professor." Remus sighed as he knew she did not entirely believe him.
"You do not have to attend classes this afternoon, get some rest, after dinner we will visit the Headmaster."
Ginny knew she shouldn't let herself be so transparent. She'd hurt her favourite Professor, she knew it. Quite a few of the parents of students had been horrified that a werewolf was being allowed to teach at the school. Dumbledore had taken this in stride. The Weasleys had all been okay with it, now Ginny had acted like he was trying to draw her in.
It just seemed so typical. Her werewolf professor discussing the Ministry's stupidity for re-evaluating regulations for Dark Creatures with his veela student. It seemed so... conspirational.
Ginny sat on her bed in the dorms staring out the window, not really seeing anything at all. So she was a veela. What was she meant to do? Scream? Cry?
It struck her that maybe she should research. She really didn't know anything about veelas.
She couldn't help but question if she really wanted to know. Things looked like they could only get worse.
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End of Chapter 7
Thanks to: Kytice, slytherin kitten meow baby (great name!), Morgain Lestrage, August1 (one of my only fics that already has a pretty decent planned plot), sinders, angelusdream, SilverMoonset, li, Quartz, ParvisSira, Shini the Graver, aikakone, kittybro, tigerlily, potts, me, M.E, Elven Warrior1,
melissa ivory: Actually, a kiss is defined as - to touch or caress with the lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness. So, well, I just thought I'd defend that. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
