Dirty Mouth, Dirty Blood [h.g]

four

4

Then:

Carina walked into the Great Hall, eyes searching for a certain seeker. Finding her target, she slid in next to Viktor Krum.

"Hello," he greeted, "may I help you?"

"Yes," Carina stated, picking up a fork and twirling it in her fingers. She then bent the metal utensil so the tongs touched the handle, all the while maintaining eye contact.

"Hurt Hermione Granger and I make sure you can never have children, understand?"

Krum's eyes were wide, staring at the crushed fork in her hand.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes."

Now:

Carina focused all her anger on the werewolf, causing all adult's hands to go to their wands.

"You promised me." Her tone was even and calm, terrifying everyone even more. "You promised me no one would hurt me here. You said I'd be safe."

She had drawn herself to her feet now, and wiped the blood from her eyes in vain. "Maybe 'safe' means something different to you. Because to me, it means that people won't attack me just because I'm a Slytherin, a Malfoy," she turned to the Hogwarts students in the room then, licking the blood off her lips. "You all say Slytherin is the bad house. But no house is inherently good or evil, no matter what traits we possess. But when we say we're in Slytherin, this is the response. This is always the response. You want to know why we're all corrupted? Why all Slytherins are evil? You made us this way. Because if you get told something every day of your life by every person you meet, you start to believe it, too."

Carina turned then, picking up her bag. Remus was the first to come out of his stupor. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere. Anywhere. You all have made it very clear just how much you want me here."

"Carina."

"Remus."

"Please, think this through. Be rational?" Remus begged.

"Rational?" Carina laughed, but it was dry and humorless. "I haven't slept for more than an hour for fifteen days. Voldemort was staying at my house, in my basement. And no matter what you did you knew He was there, you had no choice but to know. And then I come here, because I didn't want to follow in my parents' footsteps, and I get attacked. But I'm supposed to be rational about this? We're very far past rational, thank you very much."

"All right," Lupin conceded, "then we'll try to be a bit more rational. You're an invaluable asset to us, and I assure you You-Know-Who will not be able to find you here."

Carina sighed, opened the buckle on her bag, and pulled out a vial before walking over and handing it to the man.

"What is that?" Moody questioned, hostility evident in his voice.

"Wolfsbane." Carina said, not bothering to turn towards him; whether he believed her or not, he knew better than to attack her when she had a potion in hand.

"How do we know it's safe?" Moody accused.

"Because I made it myself," Carina said with a sigh.

"And how do we know you didn't make a mistake?"

That got her to turn around. She stalked towards him and spoke, in a voice barely above a whisper, "I am the best Potions student that has ever stepped into Hogwarts. You should be fucking grateful I took the time to make something that benefited this... organization. Because I have never made an error on any potion, and I never will. Malfoys are too prideful to trifle with things such as mistakes."

She stepped back from the man then, and turned to the professor. "Besides, Remus brought me here. If I wanted him dead I would've killed him already. Where will I be sleeping?"