Discaimer: Mine- Thorn and Sparkie, Make-Wood's- Maken and Cade, Setalina Muro's- Celestial, My sister's- Taffy, JK Rowling's- everyone else
Seventh chapter! Yay! Okay, I have to put Taffy up there (despite the fact that she' not very important) cause in future chapters she will be. Yeah, well, have fun!
Chapter seven
Without a Clue
She walked into the great hall, as the rest of the classes were, and sat her table. She and Sparkie began to eat and Maken, Cade, and Celestial came in.
"How was Transfiguration?" She asked them as she sat next to Maken on the Gryffindor table, Cade and Celestial sat across from them.
Maken moaned and began to pile food onto his plate.
"That good, huh?" Sparkie said as he began to drink from Thorn's goblet of pumpkin juice.
Thorn nodded, "I bet you had a tough first day in Minerva's class as well."
Maken nodded and said, "How does she expect me to change a match into a needle first day!?"
"Well," Cade said in an optimistic tone of voice, "You did better then everyone else in the class did, take pride in that."
"Ahem!" Celestial said in an annoyed voice. "Excuse me? I think that I was the one that actually succeeded in changing my match to a needle entirely."
Cade looked to her, then back to Maken and Thorn, his eyebrows raised in annoyance. Maken laughed.
After lunch Maken, Cade, and Celestial went off to History of Magic, much to Maken's relief, and Thorn had Charms. The Slytherins had Charms with the Hufflepuffs.
"That means," Sparkie said in his tongue, "That you have this class with that Trelawney girl."
Thorn nodded, "I know."
When they entered, Professor Flitwick, the little man that he was, took role call and made a seating chart. Thorn had to sit next to Louis Belden, and, to her slight annoyance, Taffy Trelawney.
When Flitwick was done taking roll, he began to teach them the standard ways of moving ones wand while using a spell.
"Hi!" Taffy said as she flicked her wand in the correct manner. "What's your name?"
Does no one listen during the sorting? Sparkie asked angrily.
Apparently not, Thorn replied, then she said, "Thorn Rose."
"Ooh! That's a groovy name!" Taffy shrieked. "Mine's Taffy Trelawney. Personally, I've always liked my name, and-" She continued to talk, Thorn just watching her while she talked to Sparkie mind wise.
Groovy? he stated in a disgusted tone.
Does she ever stop talking? Thorn asked calmly.
Groovy!? Sparkie repeated.
Yes! I heard that! You know- She broke off suddenly as she heard Taffy say Severus's name. "Wait, what about Professor Snape?"
Taffy blinked, Thorn figured that she was surprised that Thorn wanted to hear more about what she had said about the Potions Master then whatever she had been talking about before. "Well, my brother says that he's really scary, I haven't had him yet, thankfully, but I do next, so I guess I should be worried."
"Oh!" Antonette said from behind them, "Professor Snape is Thorn's favorite professor. She's his best student and they act like they've been friends for a long time. They're even on a first name bases!"
Taffy stared at Thorn in bewilderment. "You mean that you and the teacher are friends?"
Thorn looked back to Antonette, who seemed to want to see if that had sparked any emotion in Thorn, yet it hadn't. "Yes, he is my friend."
"Actually," Sparkie said as he climbed onto her shoulder, "He's your uncle, but I guess you could call him a friend, too." Thorn rolled her eyes slightly.
Taffy looked to Sparkie and she gasped, "Ooh! He's so-"
But Antonette cut her off, "If you ask me, Snape seems like a bloody git. A shame really that he's -What's wrong with you!?"
Thorn had pointed her wand right at Antonette's face. Her eyes held the smallest glint of anger that could barely be seen. Only Taffy, who was an expert on emotions, had seen it appear. "Don't you ever," Thorn said in a dangerously low voice, barely more than a whisper "Mock Severus Snape around me, I do not fear to harm you, so don't tempt me."
Antonette froze and stared at Thorn, true fear in her blue eyes. Then she sat back and acted like nothing had happened, yet she still glanced up to Thorn every other minute.
Thorn put her wand back into her pocket, and turned to Taffy, who was staring at her like she was a ghost. Then she turned to her papers and began to write, her hand moving impossibly fast.
Sparkie chuckled. "That's a way to shut her up."
Thorn shrugged, "I guess so."
After that Thorn headed off to Defense Against the Dark Arts, another class that her class had with the Gryffindors.
She walked into the classroom, Professor Quirrel sitting at his desk. Thorn saw Maken, Cade, and Celestial sitting next to each other in three of the desks and she made her way over to them.
"Hey," she said as she sat next to Maken, "Have a nice nap in Binns's class?"
He smiled and said, "Ah, my full thirteen hours of sleep fulfilled." He stretched back and Professor Quirrel stood up.
"Welcome, class, to Defense Against the Dark Arts. This class is to help you if you ever need to defend yourself from those that use dark magic."
For the rest of the hour they learned the proper times to use defense spells, what spells to use, and what will happen. Thorn and Maken did the best in the class, much to the Slytherins' displeasure.
As the four of them got more accustomed to the school, the classes got easier, and each of them had made something of themselves, even if it was small. Maken was a bit shy around the other students, aside from Cade and Celestial, in his house, yet he warmed up to people easier them most and soon had many friends. Cade did as well, and he and Maken soon became rather popular in their house. Celestial also had a popular disposition, though not quite as popular as the other two.
Thorn, however, was much different then her friends. The fact that she was a Slytherin made her unpopular with the other houses, and the fact that she was friends with Gryffindors made her own house despise her. She was avoided by everyone, for her personality, which has no emotion, and for her power. She had already proclaimed herself as one of the strongest students. She was quick on using her magic whenever necessary. Yet she reminded herself, her strength was one persons doing.
"Severus?" she asked one Saturday afternoon, as she sat at her uncle's desk, watching him write. Maken and Cade were watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice, and Celestial was no where to be found, "When will my prophecy come into action?"
Her uncle shook his head. "I have no idea, and I was hoping that it won't, though I doubt that it shan't." He sighed and set his quill down. "There is no way to stop a prophecy."
Thorn nodded. "I just want to be prepared. I know that it can't be avoided, but I really do wish that I knew when to expect it." Sparkie climbed onto her shoulder and watched them.
"When it's time, you'll know," he leaned over his papers again, quill scratching away as he spoke, "You've already fulfilled the, requirements. Born one year before Harry Potter, having a mental connection to him. You've killed your parents, and you're afraid to do the same to those that you love. The Dark Lord chose you as his heir and, when he put the Dark Mark into you, he made you stronger. You've proven that you are stronger then other witches and you can kill almost everyone that comes across your path, not that they know it. As for the skill that you honed, that would be the parstle tongue, changing it to speak with other reptiles. The only one you haven't proven is the last. 'It shall be impossible to kill her by magic, though many times it will have been tried.' Yet, in time, that will occur as well."
Thorn sighed and shook her head, Don't fret, Thorn, Sparkie cooed softly in her head, When it happens, I'll be there with you.
I do not fear what will happen to me, she replied, I fear what will happen to those I care about. What if Severus or Maken gets hurt?
Sparkie looked to her with pitiful eyes, Sparkie, you can't die unless I do, I do not worry for your safety.
Sparkie still seemed a bit hurt that Thorn had put Maken ahead of him, but he let it go and climbed back into her pocket. "So," she continued, and Severus looked up to her from the papers that he was working on, "Someone is going to try to kill me? Well, let them try," she held herself higher in pride, "I will not die at the hands of Voldemort's supporters, or at Voldemort's himself."
Severus watched her, not one bit surprised that she had said The Dark Lord's name. She did not fear him, she had the right to call him by his name. She had never, for as long as he remembered, called him anything but such. She did not fear him, she hated him with all her might, and she was the only one that he would allow to call him Voldemort in front of him, aside from Albus Dumbledore. "Then how will you die, Thorn, if it is in a battle? If you die fighting The Dark Lord, how will it be."
She thought about it, and said, "It shall be to protect those that can kill him. I'll die to save Albus, or even Potter, for they are the only ones that stand a chance against him, and, even if it kills me, I would love to see him fall."
"Potter?" Severus said with a hint of disgust, "Harry Potter is not stronger then you, and never will be. You will be the strongest witch in your time."
"But Severus, don't you remember?" She looked up to him, and, when he didn't reply, she continued, "What He said when he put the Mark into me?"
Severus thought about it, then, as a look of understanding came into his eyes, he said, "'But as a precaution...'"
"'This mark will also prevent her from killing me.'" Thorn finished for him, "He knew how strong he had made me, perhaps stronger then he is, so he made sure that, if I was to turn on him, I wouldn't be able to use my power against him."
Severus nodded. "I see..."
Thorn smiled heartlessly, "It's a harsh turn of fate, that I won't be able to seek revenge on he who made my life Hell. But I will help those who can help me turn the tables on him."
Severus placed a hand on her shoulder. "He will fall, Thorn, and you will get your revenge. He will not be able to stop the inevitable."
Thorn nodded. "Nor can I escape whatever fate brings me, weather it be death, life, or to be alone for my years." She sighed, "And yet, no matter how much I would love for him to die, I would love it more if he suffered in life, like I've had to, like many others have had to at his costs. Yet that is no choice I have." She took out a silver pocket watch and looked to it. "Well, I must get going, Quidditch practice is over." She stood and left with a wave.
Severus sighed. She says that she blames The Dark Lord, he thought, Yet she truly blames herself. But, as Dumbledore said, her guilt very well could be her savior.
