Insight and In Sight Chapter 9, a harry potter fanfic

*PROFANITY WARNING*

This chapter has a lot of different viewpoints of things happening at the same time, so here's a bit of a warning for those who may get confused by it. A lot of sensitive topics are touched in this chapter, and will be brought up more in following chapters, so please do not read on if you are under the age of 13 (16 preferably), or if your mentality is easily altered.

Key reference: T = Transition from viewpoints

The next day Hannah had double potions, where they learnt to brew Murtlap Essence, a cut soothing solution. During the lesson, Snape was in a horrid mood, and scolded Hannah and the Gryffindors at any opportunity he could get. Snape even went as far as scolding Hannah for putting the Murtlap tentacles in the cauldron with her left hand, claiming that she needed full control over her hand and should use her right hand. Little did he know, Hannah was actually dominantly left handed, so consequently his argument was entirely invalid, although Hannah didn't bother to enlighten him with the fact.

For Defence Against the Dark Arts that day, Hannah didn't bother doing or reading anything because she had already read most of the book, 'Defence Against the Dark Arts for Beginners', the previous night. She sat with her cheek resting upon her hand, which was held upright by her elbow on the desk. Adrian sat next to her, reading a book which he placed inside of his DADA book. Hannah sat with her eyes upon the book Adrian was reading, which turned out to be a shortened, paperback book of Hogwarts, A History. She took in notes about the Forbidden Forest which was located on the school grounds. "Ahem," an unbearably high-pitched cough emerged from the front of the room. "It appears to me, Miss Byron, that you'd rather fall asleep in my class, than do your assigned work." Umbridge said in an annoying manner.
"Work?" Hannah repeated. If she considered reading work, then based off of that logic, Hannah considered Umbridge a good teacher.
"I have asked you to read chapter 8, Miss Byron." She replied, in an equally unbearable tone.
"And you also said, that you had assigned work. Am I being completely ridiculous in assuming that you haven't the slightest clue how to actually teach, or is that assumption too far out of your assigned curriculum to logically evaluate?" Hannah argued, in a bored tone, without making any eye contact with the teacher whatsoever. She hoped that this would break Umbridge into threatening to have Hannah expelled. Fred and George looked up towards Hannah, with massive grins spread across their faces. Hannah was actually arguing with a teacher, and out of all teachers, Professor Umbridge.
"Detention! Miss Byron, you have no right in determining whether my teaching methods are sufficient or not. They are assigned by the ministry, therefore are sufficient in the eyes of those more worthy than yours." Umbridge snapped, with her head held high.
"I guess the answer is no, then." Hannah remarked. Such a closed-minded bitch, she thought. Can't think for herself outside of the minds of the ministry.
"50 points from Slytherin! Miss Byron, I will not take any more from worthless, unmannered, ill-tempered, unwanted children like yourself. You'll have detention every day for a week starting Monday, and you'll leave this classroom, right now. Get out!" With that, Hannah got out of her seat and walked to the door, before looking Fred and George in the eyes, giving them a nod, then making her way to the girls' dormitory to feed Spero.

"Unwanted." Hannah thought in her head. That was about right. She mulled over what Umbridge said to her. Although Hannah knew Umbridge was probably one of the most uneducated people she had come across, she couldn't deny that half of the things she called her was true.

For transfiguration that day, Hannah sat in the back of the class doing nothing, like her first lessons. Mcgonagall watched her, and a worried feeling spread across her. Hannah was just starting to get involved, she thought, and now she's back in the corner, with no emotion spread across her face. Well, she had never shown much emotion, but at least she'd look somewhat connected to things around her, perhaps watching people work, or watching Adrian as he studied. But today there was none of that, she looked completely disconnected from the world around her, perhaps lost in her thoughts.

Hannah turned up for detention that night with Professor Snape. He looked as pissed off as ever as he watched Hannah enter his room. "Cauldrons." He muttered, before leaving the room. Hannah performed her spell like last time to clean the cauldrons straight away, then headed over to his bookshelf. She looked over the books, taking notes of the names of the books she thought interesting. Her eyes stopped on one book in particular, 'Advanced Potion Making.' She took the book out of the shelf and read over it. Soon enough, she noticed that there was writing throughout the book, spells, potions, and general notes had been written along the top and side of pages. "Whomping Willow, press knot" was written on the last blank page.

An hour later, Hannah left the potions room with the potions book, and headed down to the dormitory. She entered the dorm to see Pansy Parkinson next to her bed, "You lost us 50 house points." She said, angrily.
"I established that." Hannah retorted, sarcastically.
"Don't talk to me like that, you useless piece of shit!" Pansy thundered, holding up her wand towards Hannah, threateningly.
"Blast me, I don't care."
"I could kill you, and you would deserve it. Nobody likes you, you're unwanted, worthless, and nobody would care if you were dead. All you are is a waste of space and points in this house!" Pansy yelled, her face turning red with anger.
"Do it then. Kill me. Do everyone a favour." Hannah replied, emotionlessly. She couldn't care if she died, and she knew Pansy wouldn't dare even hurt someone, especially being a prefect. Pansy lowered her wand, then headed over to the head of Hannah's bed, picking up Spero and holding him about the throat. "Put. My. Fucking. Cat. Down." Hannah snarled. Slowly approaching Pansy.
"I told you, you will pay for treating me the way you did." She scowled back, tightening her grip around the kitten's throat. Hannah slid her wand down her sleeve,
"Petrificus Totalus!" She yelled, stunning Pansy into a lifeless-looking corpse, laying on the ground. Spero jumped out of Pansy's now-unclenched hands, and ran over to Hannah. Hannah, filled with anger, walked up to Pansy's petrified body, kicking her feet into her face as hard as she could. Stupid bitch, how dare she touch my kitten? She thought. Hannah picked up Spero and left the dormitory into the hallway.

Adrian watched Hannah as she left the dormitory and then the common room. It was well past curfew, and there is no way she should be going out at this time. He got out of his seat from reading and decided to follow after her.

Hannah quickly walked down the hallways, with her head reeling with thoughts. So, I'm worthless, useless, unwanted, and I don't want to be here. So what would happen if I left? Who would care? Nobody. Nobody ever did care. Not even her own family. She climbed up a flight of stairs then across several more hallways, until she approached the front doors of the castle. She wrenched the doors open, which were still yet to be locked for the night, and made her way through the courtyards. She placed Spero on the ground next to a path which lead towards her destination. "Stay here." She muttered to her kitten, which circled a couple times before cuddling up into a ball and falling asleep.

Adrian followed Hannah, but couldn't keep up with her, seeing as she was somewhat running, and Adrian was trying to be quiet. He stopped at the top of the stairs when he realized she wasn't in sight anymore, and then he heard a loud screech of the castle doors opened, and a slam from them closing.

Hannah followed the path and approached the border of her destination. She pulled a pile of crumpled notes out of her pocket, which she wrote the day before. She lit her wand and read the parchment she wrote in Herbology, before putting it back into her pocket, and heading into the Forbidden Forest.

Adrian strode back up the hallway. Why did she leave the castle? What happened? Did Pansy have anything to do with it? He wished he could go after Hannah, but feared for being expelled for leaving the castle at night. His parents would kill him. Literally, probably. He walked up to the door of the potions classroom, before knocking on it.

Hannah walked about the Forbidden Forest, fearless. It'd make it a lot easier for her if a werewolf just came along right then and killed her. She made her way through the forest, stopping at small water patches, clearings, and beneath certain trees to retrieve what she wanted. She then headed back out the way she came.

Snape heard a knock on his door. Who would dare interrupt him at such an hour? He was already in a foul mood from his encounter with Umbridge first thing in the morning, and his countless idiot students he had to put up with throughout the day. "Come in." He drawled, reluctantly. Adrian opened the door, not wasting time with polite entrances. "Mr Pucey?" Snape questioned, startled by the entrance of the introverted student. What brings someone like Pucey to my rooms at this hour? I've never heard him talk in any of my classes, and now he's approaching me at 10pm?
"Professor," Adrian started, sounding somewhat discomposed. "Hannah Byron just left the castle." Snape sat there, confused with the upbringing of news. How did Mr Pucey know, why did he care, and why did Miss Byron leave the castle?
"Go back to your dormitory." Snape ordered, before getting out of his seat and heading for the castle entrance.

Hannah reached the border of the Forbidden Forest, and followed another path which lead towards her next destination. She approached the Whomping Willow, which was thrashing its branches about, trying to hit bats as they flapped past. She had never seen a moving tree before, well, a tree that moved not according to the wind. She opened up the potions book she had stored in her robes to the last page. "Whomping Willow, press knot." Hannah looked about for a knot. With her terrible eyesight, Hannah couldn't see anything clearly further than 3 metres ahead of her, and that was without it being pitch black. She lit her wand, and threw the ball of light closer to the tree, revealing an opening to the tree trunk. She noticed the small knot adjacent to it, and looked about for an object to press it with. She pointed her wand at a stick laying near, "Mobiliarbus" she muttered. She levitated the stick onto the knot, as the tree froze.

Snape approached the castle door, and wrenched it open. He didn't bother shutting it behind him, knowing that filch would lock the doors soon enough, surely Filch wasn't so dumb to lock a door which had been left open, proving that a student or teacher is temporarily out of the castle. Snape's head reeled with thoughts. Why would Hannah leave the castle? What could possibly get into her mind, for her to think that leaving a safe castle at 10 o'clock at night would result well? Or perhaps she didn't want a good result, perhaps she didn't want to be safely inside the castle. "Homenum Revelio" Snape muttered. Nobody was around. Not for a good 100 metres in either direction.

Hannah followed the path of the Whomping Willow, and arrived in a rugged looking shack. She placed the herbs she got from the Forbidden Forest onto the wooden floor, and conjured a cauldron with her hands. She had done this several times before, as she would often brew potions in her past years, a lot of the time for health or hunger. She placed the ingredients in the cauldron, in no particular order: Tentacula leaves, Moonseed, Baneberries, Bloodroot stems. She let the cauldron boil then simmer for a couple of minutes. She opened the potions book, and read over the owner's notes.

Snape followed a path which lead to the border of the castle, and separated into 3 separate paths. Before he could decide which path to choose, he heard a noise emit from the right of him. He turned around to see a black kitten emerging from the darkness. The kitten approached him, meowing constantly. The kitten nudged Snape's leg, then ran along the middle path. Snape shrugged his shoulders and followed the cat. It's not as if he cared much for the cat, it wasn't as if he particularly thought the cat would lead him to Hannah, but he did need to decide which path to go down, although he wasn't particularly fond of what that path lead to.

Hannah's eyes locked to one particular note written in the book. "Sectumsempra – For use on enemies." For enemies, she muttered. She checked up on her potion. It had changed from green to blood red in the past couple minutes. She conjured a cup, before filling it with the potion. She pointed her wand to the thigh of her leg. "Sectumsempra" she uttered. Her robes tore open as blood gushed out of her leg. She winced and gasped in agony, before grabbing the potion and drinking it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as her throat swelled up so she was unable to breathe.

Snape strode up to the Whomping Willow, and noticed the stick that was already placed on the knot. His stomach churned, as he realised there was no good reason to enter the Shrieking Shack. He entered the Whomping Willow, following the cat. He walked along the passageway, not entirely sure how he was going to approach Hannah. Was he going to be concerned for her, and tell her to come with him back to the castle nicely, or was he going to scold her for breaking the rules, and give her detention, perhaps even have her expelled? Maybe if he were nice to her, she would tell him how she was such a skilled Legilimens. He rolled his eyes when he realized how selfish he was being, then continued to follow the path. Before he approached the Shrieking Shack, he heard a loud gasp, perhaps a gasp of realisation? Or maybe a gasp of pain? He quickened his steps so he could approach her sooner.

Snape opened the door to the shrieking shack, as his heart felt as if it were about to give way as he witnessed what laid in front of him. His eyes locked in dread on the girl which laid before him, in a pool of blood, lifeless.

I'm not entirely sure what to say after writing this chapter. There will be more to come, oh, a lot more to come. The next chapter will be up maybe tomorrow. Keep reading, please, the view numbers mean heaps to me :) Please review, point out any grammatical mistakes, and let me know if you want to have your own character in this fanfic. Leave a review or private message with your name, house, and year. You may use your real name if you wish. Thank you for reading!