"Albus," Mcgonagall wheezed after all the staff had gone and Snape had escorted a very pissed off Juliet to her quarters. "Do you think it wise to be doing this, to be keeping her here? I mean, why Hogwarts? Could not the French, or even the Americans have taken her? For Heaven's sake, the girl tried to assault you just now!"
She was referring to the fact that when let go from her jacket so that she could get up and walk, Juliet had made a lunge at Dumbledore, only to be knocked off balance by a curse thrown by Snape. He would do well at his new job as her keeper.
The Headmaster shrugged. "Spirited, isn't she."
Mcgonagall sighed in exasperation. "Spirited is not exactly the word that comes to mind. Beastly and unruly is more like it."
Only having been at the school two hours in advance of the normal influx of students, Juliet had made three escape attempts, bitten two professors hard enough to draw blood, tried to hit Dumbledore with a serious right hook, and broken a window in the girls' dormitory with her bare hands.
Everyone looked in the other direction when Snape took her into the potions classroom later that evening and gave her a beating for her outburst.
The faculty were not too bothered by the girl getting what was coming to her.
"And why do you think she is so beastly and unruly. It's because that is all she knows. We can change her, Minerva. She will come to our side, in time," said Dumbledore, reassuring the worried professor. "The girl will prove to be useful in the battle to come."
Mcgonagall was horrified. "What do you suggest, we tame her? It's not in her blood to be tamed."
"No," agreed Dumbledore. "It is not. But it is in her blood to do great things. And whether they are good or terrible will be up to her. It is our job to steer her towards the more favorable." Dumbledore implored her to trust him. She always did, but this was something that she would have to question him in, repeatedly.
"But Gryffindor? Her father…the girl has the blood of Salazar Slytherin."
Dumbledore turned away from Mcgonagall, pretending to admire one of the ornate glass windows. "We seem to forget that we are not who our parents were, but who we are. His blood may run in her veins, but she is her own person."
The witch was quiet.
"Worry not, Minerva. Severus will deal with her. I trust him with her life, and the life of this school. Now…I believe we have some visitors we must attend to."
A flying carriage led by winged beasts flew past the window, coming in for a landing on the school's grounds.
Snape forcefully tossed a set of gold and red school robes at Juliet.
"Wash. Then change. If you are not finished and out of this door in one hour, you will wish you were never born."
That was Snape being polite. He turned and then exited, locking the door behind him. This was the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor, far from where any other students would go snooping and find her on the first evening of the term. Warm water and iridescent soap were running into the center bath, filling it and the room with the scent of lavender and aloe.
Juliet wiggled out of the straight jacket that Snape had undone for her. She stared at her naked reflection in one of the mirrors. The sight was not pretty—not by anyone's standards.
The laceration on her head had at one point stopped bleeding, but when Snape had hit her over the head as her punishment for her outburst in Dumbledore's office, it had opened again and now oozed down the side of her face. She smeared the blood with one hand. Purple and red bruises the size of melons formed over her shoulders where he had repeatedly slammed her into the stone walls. The skin of her left hand had been torn to shreds when she had punched through a window in the girls' dormitory. Snape did not bother to mend it. In the center of her forehead was an abrasion, the result of the professor taking her by the back of the head and slamming her head down face-first on a bench.
"This is your life now," she mumbled to herself. This was a statement of acceptance, not of compliance. "Find a way to gain from every situation, no matter how dismal."
Be brave.
Climbing into the tub hurt less than anticipated, but more than she was able to handle. Sitting down was not an option—her muscles would not allow it. There was a wash basin perched on the edge of the tub next a clean towel. Filling the basin with a scoop of warm water, Juliet raised her arms as best she could and poured the steaming bath over her back, seeing stars when every nerve in her body was stimulated.
Dirt and blood leaked from every pore, washing into the water and turning it a murky shade.
The next basin full of water was poured over her head, stinging the gash on her hairline. It felt like what she guess Heaven was like. Juliet hadn't washed since the safe house in Chile. That had been two and a half weeks ago. Combing her fingers through her hair, she unmated the strands as best she could.
It was warm in here, the remains of sunlight shining through the windows.
Pictures of mer-creatures and scenes of the Black Lake were pieced together in colored glass, reflecting different colors of light on her dewy skin.
There were two doors to the fifth floor Prefect's bathroom, even though only one was ever used. The other door was tucked away in the corner of the corridor, and not exactly easy to access. Unless you really needed to hide from Filch. Then dive for cover as fast as possible.
Lost in thought on his way to see Dumbledore about what had happened at the Quidditch World Cup and wanting some alone time after a most eventful supper, Harry Potter had found himself down an only vaguely familiar corridor, on a completely different floor. And if Filch was whistling this way, then it was guaranteed he was not supposed to be there.
Ducking for the first door he could see, he found himself in the Prefect's bathroom, although he was not alone. There was someone standing there, naked in the tub.
A girl.
He found cover in a crevice behind a stone wall, careful not to make any noises that would startle her. Unable to go back where he came from and unable to go forward, Harry was stuck where he was.
To his disbelief, it seems that she had heard him, and turned around at the sound of his breathing.
The girl was staring directly at him, completely exposed.
She had long, dark hair, slicked back and glistening with the weight of soapy water. Strands clung to her face and neck, a stark off-set from her pale skin. Between her equally as dark eyebrows, there was an abrasion that looked new. Harry had had his fair share of wounds and injuries over the years and knew full well what they looked like in all stages of recovery. His glasses fogged slightly as he examined her shoulders—her collarbone, trying his best to keep his eyes where they belonged.
At his age, he couldn't help it if he just slipped slightly, catching the sight of her bare breasts…oh, and the thin frame around them. But mostly her boobs.
This girl was rather small for their age, which by her height and facial structure, he guessed that they were about the same year. Harry knew what being too thin was like, too. It reminded him of his continuous years at the Dursley's. The nights without supper, or breakfast and lunch, for that matter.
Juliet could tell where the boy was staring, and casually covered herself with her arms. Her hand bled over her stomach.
Harry stuttered, thinking it best to say something. "Uh…your uh…your h-hand. It's…—"
"Yeah," she concurred, a single sound.
A furious blush raged on Harry's face.
"Uh, ye-yeah. I, uh…I was just—…brilliant," he concluded, fidgeting uncomfortably. He had conveniently forgotten that he had the ability to turn around. Juliet slowly picked up the towel on the edge of the tub, wrapping it around her as carefully as possible.
School robes sat folded neatly nearby.
Gold and red.
"Are you hiding from someone?" she asked, interrupting Harry's concentration on her robes. It was very rare that she had encountered someone who was near her own age. In fact, he was the first in a very long time. But before he was able to answer with another stumbling stutter, the opposite door to the bathroom had been flung open. Snape appeared, and Harry stumbled.
He trudged towards the two, stepping in front of Harry's view of Juliet. The teacher grabbed the boy by the collar and swore at him, sweeping him out of the room in just a few strides. The door slammed behind them, and Snape cast a locking charm on it so that Juliet could not leave.
"Potter," he spat Harry's name. "You little pervert. What do you think you're doing here at this hour?!"
"Professor, I—"
"I don't care. You will return to your dormitory and will not leave for the rest of the evening. If I catch you out and about again, you will receive detention every day for a month. Do I make myself clear?"
Harry shook his head vigorously, and Snape let him go. The professor watched as Harry walked away, heading in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. That was one taken care of. Now the girl.
When Snape stalked back into the bathroom, Juliet was dried and dressed in new underwear and a brassiere, stark white and powdery. Opaque tights covered any markings on her legs. Her long dark hair had been washed and was now drying atop her head in a bun, covering most of the laceration Snape had given her. She had just pulled her skirt up around her hips when Snape pulled out his wand and brought it to her throat.
Juliet stopped moving, and thought about what was there in this bathroom for her to hit him with.
"Stay away from that one," he threatened, his stale breath filling her nostrils. He had made it a point to not give out names. "Stay away from the other students. If I catch you plotting anything—anything at all—you will suffer, greatly."
Her eyes were dead.
"Whose allegiances do you even lie with, Severus?" She finally whispered, searching him for an answer. He gave none.
With that, he hurried her to finish dressing, and escorted her out of the bathroom. His wand ever at the ready.
I think about 14 is when we all start to get curious about the other sex or people around us in general.
They're young teenagers, so definitely expect a lot of looking up skirts and being curious about boobs and asking each other about erections and their periods in the first ten or so chapters.
Each "book" will take about ten to fifteen chapters to complete, and that's not including events in the summer and on holidays. So glad to have you along for this ride.