Hey ya'll it's me. Look I don't have much time so I'm just going to do a general thanks to ALL my WONDERFUL readers because I'm posting this and other chapters to my stories tonight because I'm going to be busy for a while and I thought I'd give everyone a Christmas treat.
At the bottom is a little bit of information on Almost-Humans if you're confused about them or just want to learn a little about them. : P
Merry Christmas and I hope you like the chapter! Please review!
Chapter Fifteen
Weaselys
It was nearly two hours later when she opened her eyes again, feeling just as tired as she was when she had gotten into the bed. She contemplated rolling over and going back to sleep when her stomach gave a rather loud growl. She grinned and shook her head. Figures, the thing that would get her up would be her stomach. She tossed her covers off awkwardly and sat up. Pain shot through her back causing her to wince. Tears sprung to her eyes as the pain grew worse.
"Mental note, take another pain potion after I get food," she muttered to herself.
Lenore grabbed her wand and this time levitated herself into her chair. It was rather awkward and twice she nearly landed on the arm of the chair. She let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair, exhaustion setting in on her. She was about to give up the whole plan of going out to eat when her bedroom door opened. She glanced towards it and drew in a deep breath letting it out slowly.
"Planning on joining me for dinner?"
She made a face and moved towards the door. "I was working towards it,"
"Dinner is served at six every night, do not be late," he said turning on his heel and walking out.
She sighed, biting back a snide remark and followed him out, albeit much slower. Dinner was a bowl of hot beef stew, a cup of water, and a roll of bread, which seemed rather meager but she was surprised when she was full not half way through the meal. Snape was eating in slow steady bites, neither speaking. Out of boredom she began stirring the stew with her spoon, staring at the different things around the room.
"You know," Snape's voice caused her to jump, startled, nearly five minutes later. "If you stir it anymore you might dissolve the spoon, or perhaps that was your goal."
She glanced at the spoon and then looked at him, wondering absentmindedly if the comment was malicious. That was when Laura's letter flashed in her head. Try to understand why he left you and your mother before you judge him. She licked her lips nervously and smiled. "Sorry, I was just…lost in thought."
He didn't comment. "Perhaps you should finish it instead of stirring it, I'm positive it is well mixed."
She set her spoon down. "I don't think I can eat any more."
He set his own spoon down, looked at her. "Are you feeling ill?"
She was surprised at his concern. "I'm just…I'm still tired and my back hurts."
She waited for the sarcastic retort that she was sure was going to come but the only thing she heard was his chair scraping the ground as he stood up. "What sort of pain are you experiencing?"
Lenore watched him open a cabinet that held tons of glass vials containing liquid. There was a section that looked new and she fought a gasp as she saw the different colors of her elf-altered potions. "Um…its sort of a throbbing pierce. Every few minutes it has a stabbing pain that goes into a dull throb," she watched his fingers skate by a dozen or so vials before he pulled out two.
"Take these, they will stop the pain until morning." He handed her both vials.
She stared at him before looking at the potions. She recognized both of them immediately. They both were rather strong healing potions, each with a different target (one for the throbbing and the other for the stabbing). "One of these has the essence of lovage, sir. I'm allergic to it,"
He nodded. "Yes, I know. I used the substitute."
She studied him once again before quickly drinking each potion. "Thank you." She said after a moment, when the pain started ebbing away. He nodded once again as the food disappeared from the table. She watched him as he closed the cabinet and turned to face her. "Why did you leave?" she asked quietly as he had started towards his lab.
He halted in his steps. "What?"
"Why did you leave my mother?" Lenore felt ire burn in her. "Was it because she was going to have a child? Or did you just not love her anymore?"
"This is not a conversation I am going to have a this moment." He said firmly.
"Why not? I have a right to know why I grew up without a father." She tilted her head to the side staring at him. He was tense and looked like he was getting close to livid. "Why do you suddenly want me back now?"
"Leave this subject alone for now. I am in no mood to talk about it and I must get to a potion I was brewing."
He turned to go into his lab once more when she wheeled forward, speaking again. "Does Voldemort even know I exist?" she asked quietly.
He froze. "Don't say his name," he hissed, a flash of pan crossing his face.
"Does he?"
He turned to look at her with a calculating look. He didn't seem like was going to answer when there was a sharp knock on the portrait. Both of them looked at the door, startled. With an angry gait, Snape stalked towards the door. He flung it open and his face turned a mixture of red and puce.
"Hello Professor Snape, just thought we'd come and check up on Lenore," she saw a mop of flaming red hair.
"And bring her some get-well chocolates," another mop of red hair appeared.
"Well,"
"Actually,"
"They're,"
"More,"
"Laugh,"
"At,"
"Life,"
"Chocolates." They spoke together.
"Than,"
"Anything,"
"Else,"
She giggled wheeling into view. "Feorge, Gred, how are you two?" she asked with a grin.
"Absolutely NOT! I WILL NOT HAVE A WEASLEY IN MY HOUSE LET ALONE TWO!" he shouted.
She laughed. "Well it's a good thing this place isn't your house, isn't it?" she said beckoning the twins inside.
They both scooted by the livid Potions Professor and smiled broadly at the raven-haired girl. "Good," started Fred. (She figured out long ago how to tell the two apart, though they were identical there were certain traits that made them different like their posture or the way they talk.)
"To,"
"See,"
"You." They both spoke in unison.
She giggled again. "You know how funny it is when you two do that?"
"OUT!" shouted Snape.
She looked at him. "All right, come on Fred, George, we can go hang out in my rooms,"
She grinned to herself when she saw Snape turn several different shades of red. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" he exclaimed.
"Well unless they stay here we have no where to go,"
"They do, home!"
She leveled her gaze at him. "No."
"This is my rooms, my rules!"
"THESE ARE MY FRIENDS!" she retorted.
"I am still your father!"
Bitterness exploded in her. "NO!" It was almost as if a fire had been ignited in her. "YOU'RE NOT! YOU DIDN'T WANT THE JOB THE LAST SIXTEEN YEARS I DON'T SEE WHY YOU WANT IT NOW!" she shouted back.
His coal eyes stared at her with an emotion she couldn't put a name to before he held his chin high. "They are gone by ten, no later." He said coldly before turning on his heel and stomping into his lab, slamming the door behind him.
Lenore grinned and then looked at Fred and George, both who looked very pale but amused and surprised at the same time. "My room or the sitting room?"
"What are the odds he'll come back out?" questioned Fred.
"Dunno, don't care." She smirked. "Do you want to piss him off?"
"Not particularly." George said, his brows raised at her.
She motioned to the black couch. "Then sit." Both glanced at each other before sitting. "When you said you were visiting I didn't expect it so soon," she said with a smile.
George grinned back before glancing at his brother again. "All right," Fred said.
"We have to ask,"
"How the bloody hell did you get him to back off like that?" they asked in unison.
She laughed. "I'm not afraid of him."
"Hey!" Fred exclaimed indignantly.
"We're,"
"Not,"
"Either!" they said together.
She arched her brow. "Yes you are, at least a tiny bit. Only Albus would stand up to him like that except Albus can do it without shouting." She shrugged. "I wish I could too but hey, I'm not that skilled yet."
"You will be soon, if you keep up what we just saw." Fred said shaking his head. She grinned and reached for one of their chocolates, happy that her friends would at least stick with her.
It came to my attention that a few of my readers may be a little confused at what the Almost-Humans are and how they 'came into being'. So I thought I would explain it to you so that you are no longer confused. : P Okay, first off, lets start with the hows.
How: Well, skipping over the birds and the bees thingie, it is similar to how a pureblood family can spit out Squib. That is sort of what Almost-Humans are, they are the centaurs' squibs in a way (though they can do magic). When centaurs have that particular similar problem except when their 'type of squib' comes out it's a human-like creature. They tend to have a dreamy Centaur attitude and some even have colored skin like blue, green, and even yellow. There are soon, though, who actually have nearly 'normal' skin color that they can and do live in wizarding society. It's a hitch in the bloodlines of centaurs just like a squib is in the bloodlines of purebloods.
Why: Because I felt like creating them…and it'll play into my story later. In a way it is the same 'reason' why squibs come out.
Just A Random Fact: The reviewer mentioned to me (in a heated debate we had going…lol) that he thinks that Squibs are Squibs because they can't perform magic easily. Using direct quotes "in that respect they can be compared to some one who is mentally challenged, but a centaur who looks like a human is a huge physical defect, not magical." My proof back is that I think that Magic is in the BLOOD. Everyone, in my mind, in this world has magic in them, but not everyone can access it as well as witches or wizards. Blood goes much deeper than mental abilities. My theory is that squibs are a physical defect, like defect in the blood. As for being mentally challenged, he was mistaken because the problem with a mentally challenged person is in the CHEMICAL MAKE-UP of the person's genes, meaning physical not spiritual etc.
Because I Feel Like Talking: I hope this cleared up any misconceptions on the subject of my Almost-Humans. If you have any other questions feel free to ask them in a review and I will answer them either in a message to you or in general like this one because I think that everyone should understand. : P
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