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Chapter 5 : Thunder
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New chapter here!
There's a bit about Vampires in this, and I didn't really know what they're like in JK's wonderful world so I kinda just made it up from what I knew, or whatever. Anyway, the bits between the **** thingies is from the DADA book, and its all about Vamps.
Sorry for any mistakes, I just wanted to get this out for all of you! I'm going to go through the whole story soon and make corrections.
There's a bit of Sirius/Bella interaction here, and Snape and Lily too!
Anyway, please review! I heart reviews!!!
Oh, and the song in the summary is 'Thunder' by Boys Like Girls.
And, the next update may take a little bit longer. This chapter was originally split into 2 but then I decided to make it one long chapter. But anyway, I've got a bit of writers block, but I am going to continue this story, the next update may just take a little while longer... so, sorry in advance!!!
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“Vampires.” Professor Digby exclaimed, his droning voice letting out a brief bout of excitement. After brief introductions he had began to class on what seemed like a high note, the students around me seemed to like the idea of studying Vampires. I, on the other hand, would not enjoy learning about Vampires. I’d met one before, and to tell you the honest truth they are not very interesting in the flesh. Yes, they have the immortal thing, and some superhuman strength, but other than that (and the blood) they are rather boring, rather… human. With human desires, and human failings.
Yes, they are frightening when they get mad, and you don’t want to be on the wrong side of them. But for immortal creatures they leave you quite wanting.
A disappointment to say the least.
The class consisted of Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, luckily there were no Slytherins, which meant I could sit beside Lily without garnering any unwanted attention. Except, unfortunately, from Sirius, who seemed to find it his calling to glare at me at every chance he got. Oh, and of course, James Potter, who seemed to have a slight
obsession with Lily. And in conjunction with his friends dislike with me, he made it his job to hate me as well.
“Have any of you ever met a Vampire?” Professor Digby asked.
I decided not to tell him that I had, not wanting to be the centre of everyone’s questions. No one else, as expected, claimed to have met a Vampire
“Right, what do we know about Vampires?” He asked.
“Uh… they’re dead?” Jessica Gregory said, her stupidity apparent.
Lily rolled her eyes, and I smirked. “Well, that is correct, but could someone please elaborate?”
Jessica pursed her lips in annoyance and leant back in her seat.
Why did he decided, out of everyone, to pick on me?
“They’re actually undead.” I said lazily, “If they were ‘dead’ then they would either be zombies or inferi. They have complete control over their actions, differing from the inferi, and are actually quite intelligent, unlike Zombies.”
“Well done Miss. Bennet. 5 points to Gryffindor.”
Jessica glared at me.
“How does one become a Vampire?”
“You get bitten.” A Ravenclaw said stupidly.
Do these people know nothing?
“You have to be near death.” Lily said, “And then the vampire gives some of their blood to you… you die, and then you come back.”
“Correct Miss. Evans. Another 5 points to Gryffindor.”
Lily smiled proudly. “Seems you are the only one with any kind of intelligence in this godforsaken school.” I muttered.
“What’s distinctive about Vampires?”
“Fangs.” Peter Pettigrew said.
Digby nodded for us to go on.
“Pale skin.” Marla said.
“They’re strong?” A studious looking Ravenclaw added.
“They drink blood.”
“All correct. Anything else?”
“They can make people do things they wouldn’t normally do.” I said, wanting to hurry this class along so I could maybe learn something new. “Especially those of weak mind. That’s how they get you to let them bite you.”
“Fantastic.” Digby said, clapping his hands together enthusiastically. “10 points to Gryffindor. Right… I want you all to read…” His voice trailed off into a droning ‘blah, blah, blah’.
“Black is staring at you.” Lily whispered into my ear.
“How does he look?” I asked quietly, my eyes remaining forward.
She frowned slightly, “I don’t know…. Confused, maybe.”
“Confused?” I asked, now confused myself.
I decided to ignore this, “We should start reading.” I said formally, opening the large DADA book to the section on Vampires.
‘Wizards and Witches who are ‘turned’ into Vampires inevitably lose their ability to do magic. One cannot be both wizard and Vampire, it is a inherent impossibility. However, Vampires make up for their lack of magic with their super human strength, fast reflexes, and immortality (See page 246). There are less Vampires than one would expect, due to the work of Vampire Hunters, and the Vampires own discrimination. When Vampires ‘turn’ someone the ‘sire’ must remain with their ‘sireling’ for sometimes up to 2 years, in order to train them and
teach them their ways. Due to this, Vampires must chose their ‘sireling’ carefully, and will not ‘turn’ just anyone.
Another factor in their depletion is the animosity they hold against Werewolves (See page 198- 205). Natural enemies, Vampires and Werewolves have been at war for over 400 years.’
‘To kill a Vampire one must use the traditional stake through the heart method, or starve the Vampire somehow. Unless one is trained in Vampire hunting it is improbable that they can defeat a Vampire in combat, due to their increased strength and speed. Garlic does no harm whatsoever to the Vampire, and neither do crucifixes,
and/or Holy Water, as stated in the old Muggle Legends, which many seem to take as fact. One Vampire, who went by the name of ‘Father Malcolm’ acted as a priest for weeks, feeding on innocent parishioners in a village in the Midlands.’
Boredom was quickly approaching. I knew all of this anyway, we had done Vampires in 3rd year at Beauxbatons.
“This is so very tedious.”
“Well, its double potions next, so that should be fun.” She said.
“Who do we have Potions with?”
“The Slytherins.” She answered.
“Wonderful.” I muttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I suppose we can’t sit together…”
I sighed, and rubbed my temples in annoyance. “I’m sorry Lily.”
“I don’t blame you, silly.” She said, “You’re trying to look after yourself… and me, in a way.”
How very noble of me…
“It was your brother who did that wasn’t it?” She said, pointing surreptitiously at my wrist.
I didn’t answer, and just looked to the front of the classroom.
“When you want to talk I’m here.” She said.
I didn’t believe I would ever want to talk to her about my problems, because they are just that: MY problems.
However, knowing that she was there did make me feel a little less… alone.
Although that, in turn, made me feel weak.
And I despise feeling weak.
“Anyway, Professor Slughorn usually assigns partners.” She said, “So, if we were to be partnered together, they can’t really blame you can they? And if were not then…”
She shrugged, “It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Good reasoning, I suppose.” I said. “However, my brother will find a way to blame me.”
At Beauxbatons Potions had been my favourite subject.
I couldn’t really tell you why. It was not my best subject, and sometimes the slicing, and mixing were tedious, but I did find it… calming. It was a time when I could be alone with my thoughts, me and my potion.
My best subject by far is DADA, and I’ve always been naturally good at duelling. I’m quite good at Charms I suppose, but I abhor Divination and Herbology- fortunately I’ve been able to quit the 2 of them for 6th year. I’d always found astronomy interesting, although I find it rather complex. I’m naturally good at transfiguration, but I find it time consuming and boring, and care of magical creatures annoys me, I’m
not an animal- or creature- person. History of magic interested me, but it took a very special professor to make the actual teaching interesting.
I entered the potions classroom after everyone else had already taken their seats. Lily sat next to the wall, with a girl- Dorcas I think her name was- who I recognised as my 5th roommate. There were 2 free seats, one next to a pale looking Slytherin boy with shoulder length black hair, and the other on the left side of Sirius.
Well, I was not sitting there.
I entered the room with as much confidence as I could muster and took the seat next to the Slytherin boy. I was sure I’d seen him sitting with my brothers friends at the feast the previous night. This was good. Perhaps he would go to them and tell them how I did not sit next to any Gryffindors during class?
“Good morning.” I said formally.
He looked at me, and his eyes naturally narrowed in suspicion.
“I’m Isabella Bennet.”
“I know who you are.” He said.
“Well, that’s all good and well, but I don’t happen to know who you are.”
“Severus Snape.” He said.
“Well, Severus. I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.” I said, “Not that it really matters, I’m not going to move.”
“You are awfully rude.” He said.
“What else can you expect?” I said flippantly, examining my nails.
I was acting the cold-hearted Pure-blood role perfectly.
He frowned slightly, as if trying to understand my motives, but luckily the teacher decided to take this opportunity to enter the classroom.
“Sorry I’m late… I was needed elsewhere.” The man was short in stature, with a shiny, bald head, a large belly, and a enormous gingery-blonde walrus-like moustache.
“I want to get started right away.” He said, “I’ll assign permanent partners next lesson, but for today you can work with the person next to you on the potion on the board.”
He waved his wand and instructions appeared on the board for a Boil-Cure potion. How simple.
Severus was up to fetch the ingredients a few seconds after the appearance of the instructions.
When he returned to the desk with the ingredients he got started right away, completely forgetting- or ignoring- the fact that we were supposed to be working in pairs.
“Excuse me.” I objected.
“What?” He snapped, not looking away from the potion as he dropped in some dried nettles.
“This is supposed to be a joint effort.”
“I can make it on my own and you can get an O, what more do you want?”
I narrowed my eyes, “My, it seems your being awfully rude.” I said, mimicking what he had said earlier.
“Crush the snake fangs then.” He ordered.
I glared at him before grabbing the pestle and mortar, and the snake fangs. I ground them down, trying to free myself of some of my anger.
“Are you friends with my brother?” I asked, casually.
“I may be.” He said, through gritted teeth.
“And the Blacks?”
“Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Regulus, yes.” He said. “I’m trying to concentrate, please stop talking.”
I was rather insulted by his… disrespect. “You didn’t get enough snake fangs.”
“Yes I did.” He said.
“Well, if you want the potion to be distinctly average.” I spat, “Adding an extra 1 and a half snake fangs means that, not only does it rid the skin of boils, but it also makes it extra smooth.” I smirked, “Extra credit.”
I went to the front desk and collected the snake fangs, and returned to the desk, feeling very smug with myself.
“Here you go.” I said, handing him the small bowl of crushed snake fangs. “I hope they are up to your oh-so high standard?”
He looked at them fleetingly and then added it to the cauldron, before quickly throwing in the stewed horn slugs, and the porcupine quills.
“We need more porcupine quills.” He said.
I scraped my chair back noisily, before standing up and heading to the front desk to fetch the porcupine quills. I gathered a bunch in my hand and quickly turned around, jumping slightly when I bumped into someone.
And that someone so happened to be Sirius. I dropped the porcupine quills and frowned, I bent to pick them up, and so did
Sirius. He didn’t look at me, and I didn’t look at him. But I was fully aware of how close he was to me, fully aware of the heat radiating off his body. I reached forward for the last quill, and unfortunately, and stupidly, the bruises around my wrist were revealed.
His eyes were drawn immediately to the purple bracelet of bruises decorating my dainty, pale wrist. I quickly grabbed the last quill and stood up, snatching the rest from his hand and heading back to my desk.
“I didn’t need that many.”
“Well, get them yourself next time.” I snapped angrily, “I am not here to do your dirty work.”
He frowned, as if trying to understand my erratic mood.
If he is friends with Bellatrix then my erratic mood swings must be welcome relief from the madness of hers. Mine are nothing in comparison to hers. He added a couple of the porcupine quills in before a satisfying dark blue cloud came off of it.
Professor Slughorn came over and peered into the potion, “Brilliant job.” He said, “Did you add extra snake fangs?” He asked, interested.
“Yes.” Snape answered grudgingly.
“For smoothness of skin. Fantastic idea. Bloody brilliant. 20 points to Slytherin…”
He then noticed the Gryffindor tie decorating my neck, “And… uh… Gryffindor…”
He coughed uncomfortably, “Well done, Severus, Miss. Bennet,”
“Professor.” I said slowly, trying not to allow the disdain in my voice show.
He left our table and walked to Lily’s, whose potion was a good shade of blue.
“You can clean up.” I said dismissively, letting my bratty side come through, as I placed my elbow on the desk and my hands rested under my chin.
“Of course.” he said, through gritted teeth.
He didn’t like being ordered around by me.
Well, I didn’t like being ordered around by him.
So, we’re even now.
Yet, I relented, my conscious coming up at the wrong moments, and decided to help by bottling some of the potion to give to Slughorn at the end of the lesson, as Snape tidied up our desk area. I placed the top on the vial and set it down on the table, as Severus finished tidying the area. He took his seat again, and took out his potions
books. He started writing in the margins, and I noticed that there were many notes filling the pages.
I decided to spend my time writing a letter to my mother, explaining why I shouldn’t be punished for being placed in Gryffindor.
To my dearest Mother…
I assume that Quentin had already written to you about the unfortunate circumstances revolving around the beginning of my school career at Hogwarts. Believe me, I am as upset as you must be.
I frowned, and scrunched up the piece of parchment. Not enough groveling.
I would like to apologise for the embarrassment I have brought upon our family. It was not my intention to do anything to upset you or father, but this turn of events was completely out of my control. However I still feel the need to apologise for it. I know that this will cause undue problems for father, and for that I will be
I let out a long breath and re-read the letter. It wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly was wrong with it but there was something too formulaic. No letter would make up for what I’d done. I could see the look of disappointment and disdain in my mothers eyes, and the unadulterated rage that would undoubtedly
overtake my fathers ordinarily handsome features.
I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for this betrayal, and
that we can return to normality when I come home for Christmas holidays.
Short, apologizing, and formal.
But was it good enough? I doubted it, but perhaps…
It would have to do. I’d go to the owlery after potions, during my free period, and send it home.
After the end of the lesson I headed straight to the owlery, and, when there, debated whether sending it was the best idea. Perhaps waiting for them to get in touch first was best.
My indecisiveness would be the end of me.
I decided, finally, that I would send the letter. I placed it in an envelope and wrote the address on and then called down one of the school owls.
“Take it right to Adrienne Bennet. Do not allow any of the house elves, or servants to take it.” I ordered the owl, “And do not bug her for treats, or she’ll have you stuffed.”
It pecked my hand violently, and then flew out of the owlery.
It was done. There was nothing I could do about it, so why worry?
I turned to leave, but, to my infinite dismay, Sirius was leaning casually in the doorframe, staring intensely at me.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want to know where you got those bruises.” He said.
“And why is that any of your business?” I snapped.
His eyes darkened and he stepped forward quickly and grabbed hold of my left hand, pulling it towards him and revealing the bruises.
I tried to pull my arm back, but he held my hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
“Are you enjoying this?” I spat. “Seeing me squirm?”
“Of course I’m not.” He said, fury passing fleetingly through his ominous grey eyes.
“Then why are you here?” I said slowly, looking him directly in the eye.
He narrowed his eyes, but then looked down at the bruises again.
He dragged his finger across them gently.
This turnaround in his attitude caught me off guard. Why was he being so… gentle?
“Just tell me what happened and I’ll be gone.” He said.
“Take a wild guess Sirius.” I said, filling my voice with as much malice as I could muster.
“Quentin.” he said, more a statement rather than a question.
“Ding, ding. You get first prize.” I snatched my hand back, “Is that all you want to know? You just needed to see that my life is as bad as I claim it to be? That I’m not just overreacting?”
I brandished my wrist at him, “This is nothing compared to what they are going to do to me Sirius, and you dare to judge me.”
“I don’t judge you…”
I laughed hollowly, “You think you’re better than me because you go against them.”
“I don’t think I’m better than you.” His fists were clenched, he was trying not to lose his temper.
“That’s not what it sounded like yesterday.” I snapped. I took a deep breath, I needed to calm myself before I said something I would undoubtedly regret.
“Why are you here? We’re not even friends.”
“We used to be.”
“That was a long time ago. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. Everything has changed. That was another life, so just get out of my life and leave me the hell alone.”
“Fine.” He said, “I’ll do just that. I don’t know why i even bothered. You’re not worth it.”
We just stood there, glaring at each other.
At that moment I hated him.
I hated that he could escape.
I hated that he had wanted to help me.
And I hated that he now hated me.
I hated him.
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