Twinzel

Surprising Detentions

The darkness had been my only companionship through my sleepless night, embracing me like an old friend. My memory had kept me up, continuously flickering between my mother's tinkling laughter and a green flash that took her and my father away from my brother and me. I pressed my thumbs to my temples and rubbed them in soothing circles, letting out a long sigh. was convinced that I looked like a zombie. A ghastly white skin from lack of nutrition and sleep, with deep, dark circles under my usually pretty eyes. I did not look the part of a happy, eleven year old witch, a dullness glazing my eyes over. Mirthal perched on my neck and shoulders, curling his tail protectively around my throat and whimpering softly. Yes, my beloved pet felt my angstly being as well. It was still a few hours before breakfast, and the sun was only just starting to rise. I groggily put my robes on and allowed my hair to freely cascade down my back today as I made my way out of the dormitories and common room. I dragged myself to Snape's office and sat down on the floor next to the door, resting my head back against the cold wall. God, I am so tired. Through out the night, my shaking hands had worsened, and my entire frame was mildly trembling now. I could only hope that the food-detentions would fly by, and that I could avoid eating. A few minutes before the great hall opened for breakfast, Snape'office opened as well and out stepped the dungeon bat himself. I was staring at the ceiling, struggling to lift my head and stare at Snape with a dull look in my eyes. I made no cheeky comments. To be frank, I was struggling to move, let alone try and talk. Snape immidiately noticed me, and for a second I thought I saw concern flash over his features as he took in my broken form. If Snape was this touched by my appearance, I really did look like a zombie. I mumbled incoherently as I hoisted myself up, leaning my back against the wall as Mirthal stared at me in worry. '' What was that, Miss Potter? '' Snape arched a brow. Did he really not understand me? '' 'Morning, Sir... '' I managed to force out, turning my back on him to walk in the classroom. I heard a sigh behind me and the door closing as I sat down on a chair that was set infront of his own desk. Snape briskly sat down on his side of the desk and stared at Mirthal for a moment, before taking his wand out and tapping the empty space infront of me. He muttered something, and a plate appeared filled with pancakes and toast. The delicious scent wafted through my nose as my stomach growled in demand. I didn't move. I dully stared at the plate of food. It's weird how, even though you are hungry, after not eating for so long it is a struggle to want to eat again. '' Miss Potter. '' Snape pressed, furrowing his brows as he nodded to the plate. The gesture was clear; Eat. I shook my head once in defiance, struggling to keep my eyes open. My professor sighed against and picked up a piece of toast, pressing it against my lips. I scowled, my gaze darkening as the man touched me. Before either of us could react, Mirthal snapped his fangs at Snape's hand and growled loudly, shocking the man enough to make him drop the food. I giggled softly, resting a hand on my pet as it kept glaring and snarling at my teacher. Guess we both didn't like the old git. '' Contain your creature or I will see to it that he is removed. '' He sneered, glaring at Mirthal. '' I will personally destroy every fibre of your being, if you touch someone I care about. '' I hissed back, standing up from my seat. Was every detention going to be like this? Him trying to shove his superiority on me? '' 10 points from Slytherin for your lip, Potter. '' He snapped, standing up as well. Again, I had to crane my neck to be able to look up at him. I didn't respond. I was sure he would jump at the oppertunity to take more points off or worse, add extra detentions. He seemed amused as I stuck with silence, my eyes narrowed in a deathly glare. '' That is better, Miss Potter. Now, sit down and eat your breakfast. '' He himself sat back down and grabbed a pile of parchments, dipping his quil in the ink and grading the papers. I unhappily slid back down in my seat and grabbed a piece of toast, prodding the pancakes and syrup with it. Like hell was I going to eat because some old man demanded me to. I thought back at the memories from last night and winced, slowly getting lost in dark thoughts. I didn't notice Snape's curious glances, his dark eyes penetrating my soul to try and understand me. My mother's face flashed before me, and then her arms. She held me and was singing softly, though I couldn't hear the exact words. She twirled me around in some dance, laughing at my excited giggles. I was about one year old in this memory, a few weeks before Voldemort murdered my parents. Then it blurred, and I was seated in the craddle with Harry. We held each others hands as we heard loud screaming downstairs, our dad yelling profanities before it was deathly silent. Our mother kissed our foreheads and told us daddy and mommy loved us very much, right as the door flew open. I saw him. The snake like facial features, and the holes were his ears and nose should be. They had a hissing argument of which I only understood my mother's last words. '' Take me instead of them! '' Right as Voldemort shot the green light from his wand and my mother jumped inbetween, I shot up from my seat. The chair clattered loudly as it fell backwards on the floor, my eyes widenend almost comically wide. I felt a panic attack coming up. I gave Mirthal a begging look and he flew off,  fetching my brother for me. He knew how to deal with this. He could help me. Snape had stood up as he saw this happening, knowing that dull look all too well. She was having flashbacks. Reliving memories she had best forgotten. He was about to reach out to hear when the door flew open and Harry Potter stormed in. '' What did you do!? '' He yelled accusingly at Snape, running to his sister and wrapping her up in his arms. She let out a single sob before burrying her face in his shoulder. Snape clenched his fists at the accusation, agitated that someone so like Lily, was in a Potter's arms. Again. '' You insolent brat! How dare you accuse me of anything? Your sister was serving detention with me, and was not allowed to leave before she ate. '' He snapped, running one hand through his greasy black hair. Harry scowled, rubbing his sister's back. '' Exactly. You were forcing her to do something! That either makes her explode in rage, or fall in a miserable flashback of our parents death. ''  Harry growled, Snape's eyes widening. '' She has an Eidelic Memory. Everything she ever hears, smells, tastes and sees she can remember. Including what happened that night. '' I let out another sob, before crying softly. Harry wrapped both arms around me and hushed me softly, craddling me in his arms. Snape was quiet and for once, at a loss for words. He had caused this? His gaze lingered on the broken girl, a feeling of dread forming in his stomach. He had only wanted to help her, feed her. Get her healthy. Because she looked like his Lily. Because she was becoming as important as his Lily. Yet here he stood, ruïning her life every second he spend with her. Like he ruïned everything. '' You are dismissed. '' He growled out after a long and awkward silence, staring intently as the girl was ushered out of the room by her brother. Mirthal shot the Professor a dirty glare, before running after the two children. Snape sat down behind his desk and dragged his hands down his face. Fucking hell.