I Kneel Before No One | Harry Potter

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O V E R the next few days, Evanora continued Alexa's lessons. She learned basic wordless magic and the Unforgivable Curses. She's more confident in herself as a witch.

"Alexa, you're going to make my dragon fat."

Tanzanite turned to look at her, his face purely expressing, "How could you say that."

"No, I'm not; he just needs a little love is all," Alexa defended herself, giving Tanzanite some of her food.

"Whatever, I'm going to the lion's table. I need to have a conversation with one of them."

"Okay. Don't destroy anything."

Evanora stood up, walking over to Harry and his friends. "Could you move a little?" She asked the boy sitting next to Harry. "Thank you."

She sat down elegantly, "hello Harry."

"Why are you over here?"

Evanora rolled her eyes.

"Rude. I came to have a little conversation is all."

"No one wants to have a conversation with you, you slimy snake, especially considering who your father is." Ron snarled at her, his breath fawning all over her.

She fanned her hand in front of her face. "Talking doesn't require so much air, and who exactly is my father, you turnip?"

"Sirius Black. The one who almost destroyed our dormitory."

Ron expressed rather loudly, catching those around them attention.

"Mmm, that's where you're rather wrong. Sirius is my uncle, not father, but cruelty runs in the family. You'd do well to learn something about me before you try to confront me. While you don't know anything about me, I could destroy your entire bloodline." She turned to look at Harry. "I suggest you learn the truth before you decide, Harry. Not everything people tell you is the truth, and neither are the people around you. Find out who they truly are behind the mask they wear."

Evanora stood up and walked away where Alexa was waiting for her with Tanzanite. Leaving Harry and his friends to ponder over what she said.

"Evanora, have you ever wondered what your father was like?"

Alexa asked her as they made their way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her tone conveying a hint of sadness.

"I suppose I've always had my uncle to tell me, but I would've loved to meet him in person. To see what traits I got from him, I'm sure he was wonderful. Are you thinking of your father, Alexa? You can always ask your mother again, you know."

"That's the thing, Evanora," she sighed, turning her head to the side. "I feel like she isn't telling me the truth, like she's ashamed to tell me anything about him. I don't know his name, what he looks like, how tall he is, birthday, eye color..."

She listed.

"...I truly know nothing."

"Don't worry, Alexa, I'm positive you'll find the answers you seek eventually."

"I hope so. I really hope so, Evanora."

The two ended their conversation, walking into the dark classroom.

Professor Snape soon walked in, his cloak flowing behind him, as he waved his wand shutting the windows.

Pulling down the screen, he turned to the class. "Turn to page 394."

He walked towards the back of the class when Harry stopped him.

"Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked Professor Snape.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394."

Snape told the class, walking towards the back of the class to turn on the projector with a tap of his wand. As he began speaking, he was interrupted by Hermione.

"Sir, we've just begun learning about Red Caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks."

"Quite," his voice dragged out. "Now which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"

Snape walked towards the front of the classroom as he talked. "No one? How disappointing." He said, ignoring Miss. Granger's hand.

"Please, sir," she spoke out of turn. "An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon when he transforms he no longer remembers who he is. He'd even kill his best friend."

"That is the second time you've spoken out of turn, Miss. Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"

He directed at her as Ron whispered to Harry. "As an antidote to your ignorance, I want on my desk by Monday two rolls of parchment paper on the werewolf with particular information on recognizing it."

The class groaned hearing this.

"But sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow." Harry argued against the professor's decision. "Because that's so important," he heard Evanora's voice from across the classroom.

Snape, being pushed to his limit, slammed his arms down on Harry's desk. Leaning over him, "then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394."

He continued on teaching the class.

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Later that evening, Evanora was sitting in the common room on the sofa. Professor Snape approached her, interrupting her thought process.

"Miss Emrys-Black, the headmaster would like to speak with you in his office. His favorite candy happens to be lemon drops."

"Would you happen to know why, Professor?" She stared blankly at the pale man.

"I do not."

Evanora rolled her eyes before she stood up from the sofa, walking out of the dungeons. Irritated from her professor's lack of information on the subject. The headmaster could be trying to kill her and he didn't even know.

Considering killing her would be a bit rash with a school full of students, but this is Dumbledore she's talking about. He has hundreds of stupid, simple-minded wizards at his disposal.

Much like her cousin Harry. She knew he had most likely done numerous illegal things to Harry. There's probably potions, spells, and agreements all tied to his name and he doesn't have a clue.

She doesn't understand how so many people are infatuated with one person if they aren't getting something out of them. She may not know exactly who those people are and what they're getting, but she has a pretty good guess.

One thing's for certain: no one uses Evanora or her family.

Finally reaching the headmaster's office, she knocked on the door muttering lemon drops. Going up the staircase, she came to his actual office. Where he waited at his desk for her.

"Please come in, child."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't address me as a child, Professor. As I'm sure you've done some digging. So tell me, why have you called me here?"

Evanora left no room for errors.

"I was just wondering why you have just decided to attend a magic school. You have no previous school record, or anything for that matter." He folded his arms in front of his face.

"I do. You just are not looking in the correct place. The place you put me in, if you recall. Thirteen years ago just like my dear cousin Harry Potter. Seems like you have a thing for ruining families, Dumbledore. However, just because I haven't been to any schools do not think for a second I don't know anything about magic. Goodnight, Headmaster."

Evanora walked back out of the office, back to her dorm.