Chapter 15
Child
The room grew silent. All eyes were locked on the elder wizard as he magicked a piece of parchment from thin air.
'It is a wizarding birth certificate' he said, handing it to the vexed girl. He continued in a more meaningful voice. 'Wizarding birth certificates never lie, Spica.'
She looked only at the top of the parchment where her name and that of her parents were written. The name was written, there, in black letters her name, Spica Catherine Grey Snape was clearly written, and on the right were her parents names. The first word she read was her father's name, Snape Severus, beneath it her mothers Grey Juno. 'Juno' she muttered. Her mother had always hated this name but this is how all her relatives would address her. To the muggles she had been known as Jane.
'I know this might seem confusing, child, but this was her real name. She only used Jane in the muggle world.' The old man's tone was soothing which unnerved both girls. They at least knew their mother's name.
'I know that, you senile dodo head.' She sounded a tad infuriated. 'It's just that she hated it. Are you meaning to tell me that I do not need to worry, because daddy's here to save me?' She than turned to Snape. 'And do you expect me to call you daddy, or something?'
Snape's small bank of patience was almost overdrawn. The girl had no respect for her elders, another thing that made her so much like her mother.
'Spica, I can understand you have gone through a lot and your nerves are on the edge.' The Headmaster attempted to calm the girl.
'You think I'm a bit cranky because of what happened tonight Albus?' she said, deliberately using his first name. 'Well, I am. I'm more than cranky, and all of you have gone too far. You make me sick.' She took a pause, trying to calm down a little just to have a better control over her powers but it was hopeless; she resorted to shouting again.
'You stand there looking at me as if I'm something to be pitied. You morons, you are the ones to be pitied. You feel more grief for people you haven't seen in decades than I feel for my own parents.' Her eyes were darkening as was her mood.
'Miss Grey, please try to understand. We have your best interests in mind. You need someone to protect you.' Dumbledore, patient though he was, was getting tired of dealing with enraged adolescents, though even in her outrage she had more sense than more older wizards, and could control herself far better.
'Fool. I don't need anyone to protect me, I'm here to protect others.' Spice shouted, her deep eyes looking like a stormy ocean.
'It is not the time to discuss your special powers.' He tried to calm her down, but it was to no avail.
'It's as good as any time, if you ask me!' she yelled. 'I don't give a damn about Fudge and the laws he has passed. I don't give a flying carp of the supposable father I have. As far as I'm concerned my parents died tonight and I had no right to revive them although I was tempted to do so.' She was still playing with the put-outer and when she blew again in the candle, the flame was almost like a bonfire.
'Your anger is understandable, my dear. However, legally Severus Snape is your father. That is all I had to say to you.' he said in a tone that did not admit disobedience, holding a hand up to her.
'Professor, what about the exchange program, will we be included in it anymore?' Charon asked, a lot more respectful than her sister, and finally asking what had been on her mind during her sister's outburst.
'Ah yes, as your sister has pinpointed, the papers concerning this have already been approved, so there is no inconvenience.' He was smiling kindly. 'And I suppose your next question is where you will stay? I should have to send you to your aunts for the remaining time till the start of the term, Miss Moore.' He replied readily.
'Well, I have to look on the bright side of things. I won't have to go to those crackpots of aunts. I just can't stand them and their ways to supposedly help muggles.' Spica said from her spot near the portrait of Armando Dippet. This is so unfair was all Charon could think.
Child
The room grew silent. All eyes were locked on the elder wizard as he magicked a piece of parchment from thin air.
'It is a wizarding birth certificate' he said, handing it to the vexed girl. He continued in a more meaningful voice. 'Wizarding birth certificates never lie, Spica.'
She looked only at the top of the parchment where her name and that of her parents were written. The name was written, there, in black letters her name, Spica Catherine Grey Snape was clearly written, and on the right were her parents names. The first word she read was her father's name, Snape Severus, beneath it her mothers Grey Juno. 'Juno' she muttered. Her mother had always hated this name but this is how all her relatives would address her. To the muggles she had been known as Jane.
'I know this might seem confusing, child, but this was her real name. She only used Jane in the muggle world.' The old man's tone was soothing which unnerved both girls. They at least knew their mother's name.
'I know that, you senile dodo head.' She sounded a tad infuriated. 'It's just that she hated it. Are you meaning to tell me that I do not need to worry, because daddy's here to save me?' She than turned to Snape. 'And do you expect me to call you daddy, or something?'
Snape's small bank of patience was almost overdrawn. The girl had no respect for her elders, another thing that made her so much like her mother.
'Spica, I can understand you have gone through a lot and your nerves are on the edge.' The Headmaster attempted to calm the girl.
'You think I'm a bit cranky because of what happened tonight Albus?' she said, deliberately using his first name. 'Well, I am. I'm more than cranky, and all of you have gone too far. You make me sick.' She took a pause, trying to calm down a little just to have a better control over her powers but it was hopeless; she resorted to shouting again.
'You stand there looking at me as if I'm something to be pitied. You morons, you are the ones to be pitied. You feel more grief for people you haven't seen in decades than I feel for my own parents.' Her eyes were darkening as was her mood.
'Miss Grey, please try to understand. We have your best interests in mind. You need someone to protect you.' Dumbledore, patient though he was, was getting tired of dealing with enraged adolescents, though even in her outrage she had more sense than more older wizards, and could control herself far better.
'Fool. I don't need anyone to protect me, I'm here to protect others.' Spice shouted, her deep eyes looking like a stormy ocean.
'It is not the time to discuss your special powers.' He tried to calm her down, but it was to no avail.
'It's as good as any time, if you ask me!' she yelled. 'I don't give a damn about Fudge and the laws he has passed. I don't give a flying carp of the supposable father I have. As far as I'm concerned my parents died tonight and I had no right to revive them although I was tempted to do so.' She was still playing with the put-outer and when she blew again in the candle, the flame was almost like a bonfire.
'Your anger is understandable, my dear. However, legally Severus Snape is your father. That is all I had to say to you.' he said in a tone that did not admit disobedience, holding a hand up to her.
'Professor, what about the exchange program, will we be included in it anymore?' Charon asked, a lot more respectful than her sister, and finally asking what had been on her mind during her sister's outburst.
'Ah yes, as your sister has pinpointed, the papers concerning this have already been approved, so there is no inconvenience.' He was smiling kindly. 'And I suppose your next question is where you will stay? I should have to send you to your aunts for the remaining time till the start of the term, Miss Moore.' He replied readily.
'Well, I have to look on the bright side of things. I won't have to go to those crackpots of aunts. I just can't stand them and their ways to supposedly help muggles.' Spica said from her spot near the portrait of Armando Dippet. This is so unfair was all Charon could think.
