A/N: Here is another chapter! Disclaimer: I dont own any of the stuff from Harry Potter, and I dont own Harry Potter. I do own Mirabella though:).
The door to the kitchen bursted open. A man, with complete black robes, black greasy hair, and a hooked nose walked in. This man was Proffesor Snape.
"Is the thing awake?"
He said before her could say anymore, he caught eye contact with a girl that was around 15 with wild brown hair.
"Professor, the headmaster asked me to take her to the dungeon and question her."
"Very well Severus, take her to Dumbledore afterwards."
And with that Professor McGonagall left the room. But instead of just walking out of the kitchen, the teacher shut the door, and drew his wand.
"Why has the Dark Lord sent you here!"
He spat at the teen. The girl was speachless. She didnt know what to say. She didnt know who the Dark Lord was, and didnt know why he was pointing a tree branch at her. All she could think of saying was.
"Why are you pointing a stick at me?"
He looked at her in disbelief. Was she this ignorant about magic, or was she playing a game? He grabbed her wrist and suddenly they were in the potions classroom. The girl looked around and studied the tiny vials of slimy, liquids. What was this terrible place. Her thoughts were interpted by the man clearing his throut.
"Sit down, NOW!"
She sat in the closest chair she saw. She wasn't prepared for what he was about to do.
"Legilimens!"
Snape yelled, and was suddenly surrounded by her thoughts. He could see the girl in a small house with a ederly man. He was teaching her spells and charms. In another memory, there was a wild haired lady that looked just like the girl. She pointed her wand at the man and green sparks flew out. Then, she turned to the girl and did the same to her, not killing her, but wiping her memory. In another, it was a full moon and she stumbled threw the trees. In the last memory he could see, Snape observed Voldemort looking at the girl with a loving face. He was suddenly thrown out of her head. They both just starried at eachother, panting. Snape hurried over to his cabniets. He needed to see the rest of her life. He needed to know why the Dark Lord sent her. She cleared her throut.
"Why is your hair so fluffy?"
"Excuse me? What was that?"
"Your hair, its rather fluffy for a guy."
Snape, turning rather red, turned back to his brewing potion. Great another sarcastic one. At leats is Godson was aiming his jokes to Potter. But this one. Wonderful, was all Snapes mental sarcasim could think.
"What is that brewing there fluffy?"
"Did. You. Just. Insult. Me."
"No, I called you by your name, Professor. If you are one.''
He continued to just ignore her, but couldnt seem to block out her horrid cackleing laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha ...Professor Fluffy...Thats not going to get old."