Chapter 4
I woke up the next morning, feeling slightly disoriented. This was the first time I had ever slept away from home. My mother had always been too protective of me to allow me to sleep anywhere but home. It was quite irritating, actually. Well, never mind that. I stood up and got dressed. Looking at the clock, I noticed that it was still early. Breakfast wouldn't be served for another hr. I decided that I needed something to do, so I went outside to start exploring.
The grounds were quite extensive, and I could have spent hours just roaming; however, I spotted Professor Snape standing by the lake, and I went to talk to him. Maybe now was the time to get the answers that I had wanted since I was old enough to realize that I had no father.
"Good Morning, Professor Snape," I said cheerily.
"You're up early," he commented.
"Yeah. For some reason, I couldn't go back to sleep. Anyways, I have a question for you."
"Go ahead." He looked slightly wary, and I couldn't quite figure out why. I mean, what's wrong with a student asking a question?
"I would like to know what you know about my father. Who was he? What was his name? My mother won't even tell me that. I think I have a right to know," I continued, since he looked like he was going to say no.
"There's nothing to tell," he said.
"Oh, come on. You know as well as I do that that's not the case. If there was nothing to tell, my mother would've already told me about him. Did he do something really terrible? Did he kill someone?" I kept pushing, hoping for an answer.
"I am sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have anything to tell you," Snape answered.
"Fine, don't tell me. I'll go find someone who will." With that, I stormed away back to the castle. Since breakfast still wasn't ready, I went back down to the dungeons to get a book to read. I accidentally went down a wrong hallway and ran into another teacher.
"Ah. Miss Boleyn. Where are you running off to on this fine morning?"
"Pardon me, but I'm really not in the mood." I was really tempted to just be rude, but I didn't want to lose any house points.
"Well, do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," I muttered.
"You know, you remind me of your father. Hewas just like you. His name is even in the Trophy Room for Special Services to the school.
"Really? What's his name?"
"John Edwards," he answered, looking puzzled. "Didn't your mother ever tell you?" Catherine ran off, not even bothering to answer. After he was sure she was out of earshot, he said, "mission accomplished!"