A/N: None of these characters are mine except the obvious. The Harry Potter characters belong to the amazing J.K Rowling. Please R&R.
Chapter 12: The Past
Samantha ran from Laura's office in a rage. She couldn't understand why Laura refused to tell her about their parent's death. "What could be so bad about it? They were my parents too!" she thought.
Sam didn't regret what she had said to her sister. "Laura deserved it."
Sam never really had a place to call home. After 3 years, Laura graduated from Merlin University where she mastered in the art of potion making. They then moved to Russia because Laura was offered a job doing potion related work, but apparently after a year, it wasn't what Laura wanted to do and she didn't like being in cold weather all the time, so they moved to the United States. Laura then worked for a wizarding medical facility making healing potions. They only stayed in the U.S. for about 3 years, but during their stay, Laura went through depression. She would have days where she would just sit on her bed and look through old photo albums of their parents and cry. She would talk to the pictures and tell them how sorry she was that she had failed them. She wouldn't eat on those days or, if she would, she would just throw it up later. Sometimes this would go on for days and Laura would lose weight to where it was unhealthy. At the age of 11, Sam finally talked her into moving back to London by telling her that there was nothing for them in the U.S., and that they would be more at home in London.
They had even considered moving into their parents old home, which was still theirs seeing that Laura never had the courage to sell the house in the first place. The house was disastrous; the paint inside was chipped and molded, the once beautiful chandelier lay in a crumpled heap on the marble floor below, and the stair banisters were falling apart. To put it simply, the house was unfit to live in.
They continued the search for a house until later that day they received two owls. One stated that Sam was excepted to Hogwarts and the other was asking Laura to teach as the potions professor at the same school Sam would be joining. After receiving the news, they realized they wouldn't need a house after all, so Laura made a few calls and contacted the Grey's.
The Grey's were their parents' closest friends, and, after their deaths, they took Sam and Laura in and raised them as their own until Laura finished her schooling and was able to provide for the two of them. When Laura talked to the Grey's, they were more than happy to help them, so Sam stayed with the Grey's for the rest of the summer while Laura went ahead to Hogwarts.
Sam was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized that she had walked to the end of the dungeons, where the Slytherin crest was engraved in the wall.
"Agravain." The walls shifted and slid open to reveal a archway that lead to the Slytherin common room. When Sam walked in, she overheard a certain conversation.
"Father told me that the Ministry has been conducting searches again. He said he had to pay Fudge a large sum of money to keep them from searching the manor."
"Search for what?" a deep voiced interrupted.
"You nimrod! Riddle's things," the first voice snapped back
"Oh…sorry Draco"
"Honestly, Crabb, do you have any brains?" Draco asked.
Sam stepped out of the shadows and asked, "Who's Riddle?"
Draco looked at Crab, shocked.
"Riddle is the only wizard who actually helps the purebloods in this world," Draco said.
"What kind of help?" Sam asked hopefully.
"He rids you of your problems, simple as that," Draco replied.
Sam's eyes lit up. "How do I get in touch with him?"
Draco smirked. "Leave that to me."
Laura sat on the floor of her office staring into the pools of blood her hands had formed.
"What have I done?" she asked aloud. "Why did I tell her those things?"
Laura stood, her hands now numb from pain. She walked over to her potions cabinet, searching for a possible potion to help heal her hands. Finding none, she walked out into the hall. Carefully placing her hand in her robe pockets to keep them from being seen by any wayward student that she might come in contact with, she walked the dungeon hall. She was going to go to the infirmary, but when she came to the familiar door of the former Potion's Master, she stopped.
She knocked on the door, which brought back the pain to her mind and further imbedded the glass. When no answer came, she opened the door. Surprisingly, the door was unwarded which put her on guard. She walked quietly to his potions cabinet, which he led her to the night before. She took the first vial she saw that pertained to her needs and carefully placed it in her pocket. Without thinking about her hands still dripping with blood, Laura rushed out of his office and quietly made her way back down the hall.
Professor Snape entered his office after having to immediately leave to take care of Peeves. He had overflowed all the toilets in the castle, thus getting his name on the top of Argus' "would kill, but can't" list. When he went to sit down at his desk, he noticed drops of red liquid on his stone floor. Getting up to take a closer look, he discovered more that led into and out of his potions cabinet. He followed the trail out into the halls and straight into Laura's office. Rage built up inside of him, he stormed to her door, raised his hand to knock, but he thought otherwise and barged right in with a sneer that would make almost any first year wet themselves with fright.
"Professor Jones! What is the meaning of this?" Snape barked as he entered. He stopped abruptly when he saw her sitting on the floor, staring at her blood-soaked hands with one of his potion vials lying in a shattered mess next to her.
"What the hell is going on?" he snapped.
"I can't feel anything," she replied with her voice shaking.
"You're a stupid fool," he said through clenched teeth, grabbing her wrists to inspect the damage.
"You're right..I am a fool." Her voice was breaking with each word. "I can't even talk to my sister without her hating me in the end."
Snape took out his wand and tapped her hands, removing the glass shards. "Follow me." He grabbed her by the upper arm and led her to his office. He went straight for his potion cabinet and pulled two potion vials out and a basin.
He took her hands and placed them in the basin and then took the first vial, which was a pale blue, and poured it into her hands.
"This will keep your hands from becoming infected," he told her while pouring in onto the cuts.
Laura took a sharp breath in through her teeth. "Damn it, that burns!" she cried out while trying to pull away.
"A small price for stupidity," he hissed, holding her wrist harder. He then took the last vial, which was crystal clear, and poured it into her hands. "This will close the wounds."
When the cuts were closed, Snape took his thumb and slowly ran it across her palm. His touch was gentle and it caused Laura's arm muscles to twitch because it tickled.
Snape looked up at her questioningly.
"Sorry, it tickles," she explained quietly, avoiding his eyes.
"Sensitivity is fine," he replied, turning her hand over to make sure he didn't miss something.
"Thank you, Professor," Laura said after a moment or two of silence.
"Try not to make this a habit," he said, releasing her hands.
Laura stood and left his office. She was intent on finding her sister. She had made to many mistakes in her past, but she couldn't afford another one.
A/N: YAY!!! ::Happy Dance:: I finally finished another chapter. Sorry for the wait, but you can thank my computer which decided to crash and Hurricane Ivan.
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