Figured You Out

12: A Romeo and Juliet Story...

Amber started to stir. She felt something wrapped around her head so she lifted her hand to feel it. The material was stretchy and rough and then she remembered that she had hit her head back at the gymnasium. Slowly she opened her eyes to find herself still in the dimly lit hospital wing with candles scattered in the air surrounding her. She propped herself up on her elbows to scan the room, Harry was still in the cot next to her and he was the only other in the room with her. She smiled, as he slept peacefully, however it did not last long because the earlier events rushed through her head. She swallowed hard, finding her mouth suddenly had gone dry, “Se – Severus Sn – Snape? M – my father? How could that be?”

She put her head in her hands, trying to figure this out, “but really needs to be figured out? There’s only one way it could have happened – Daisy Evans and Severus Snape had – err – were together during Hogwarts. Obviously they weren’t too careful either.” She lifted her face, sliding her palms over her face, stretching the skin. “They had me and didn’t want me. So they put me in an orphanage… they didn’t want me…” She said as a frown spread over her features.

“I didn’t know about you.” Said a mysterious voice from the shadows in the corner of the room.

“How could you not know? Didn’t you notice a change in her appearance during those last couple months?” She spat, suddenly angered.

He stepped out of the shadows with his arms crossed, “she left after a few months and then I only saw her once after.”

“When?”

“After her… death.”

“How did you find out about me?”

“Albus told me, I denied it until he placed you in my arms. You were a year old – you had your mothers amazing green eyes with my hair and complexion. After that I could not contradict.”

“Why did you put me up for adoption?” She said softly.

He walked up to the foot of the bed and set his hands on the railing, “Amber you know the answer to that as well as I do. I would not have been able to care for a child.”

“But what about my mother?” She asked, not locking eye to eye with him. His hands gripped the scratched and dented metal unconsciously as he stared at her without blinking.

“She, uh – was murdered.”

“When?”

“I was eighteen, and she was seventeen.”

“Were you already a… member?”

He nodded, “as soon as I turned seventeen, I joined.”

She took a deep breath and sighed, “why did you wait until now to tell me?”

“Well, I actually didn’t plan on telling you like that… However it was for yours and my own safety. If the Dark Lord some how found out, he would have surely killed you and then me. Although it would be more trouble if he found out that your mother was a Muggleborn.”

She nodded, not hearing every word but caught the important words. “What time is it?”

He walked to the window and stared out into the ¾ moon, starlit sky, “around one in the morning.”

“How long has Harry been out?” She looked over to him.

“He woke every couple of hours, mostly checking on you.”

“How long have you been up?”

He smirked, “is this twenty questions”

“Sorry, I’m just curious,” she lay back on the bed and shifted onto her side to see him better. “Where’s Remus?”