A Girl Named ... Mina Snape

Chapter 2: Congratulations! You are a Which, Whoever you are.

Girls POV

“She does seem to be doing that quite a bit doesn’t she, Headmaster.” A board voice drawled from somewhere in the room.

“Yes she does.  Though I think you would find that our fainting beauty is now awake Severus.” Dumbledore stated boldly. I guiltily opened one eye and peeked at the men now sitting in front of the roaring fire on the opposite side of the room. The newcomer was dressed all in black, from his long sleeve button down shirt to the loose pants though he did have bare feet. I glanced up at his face to find him staring at me with dark nearly black, haunted eyes. I gulped and hurriedly sank deeper into the bed to try to get away from his harsh gaze. He saw my discomfort and quickly turned back to face Dumbledore. “Come over here girl.” Dumbledore asked kindly. I nodded and got up from the bed. As I was standing I noticed I was no longer in the tattered remains of the grey shirt and trousers I had last been wearing, but in a silky green night set of a long sleeve shirt and long pants. I stared in horror at the two men thinking that one of them had dressed me in my unconscious state.

“Do not worry girl. I had my house elves dress you.” The other man drawled. I pulled all the dignity I could into my four foot five frame and walked over to the pair quickly and sat on the stool between them, keeping my face down. “Are you sure she said twelve? She looks smaller then most of the first years Sir.” The man in black hissed at Dumbledore. I scowled at the meanie and stuck out my tongue. Childish, I know, but he had not been very quiet in his remark.

Dumbledore chuckled at my sour expression and said, “Yes she did say she thought she was twelve. Though I suspect there is something she is hiding from us. What is it girl?”

“I was not my Fathers child. I was adopted when I was a baby and my mother left in my second year of living with them. I was too young to remember all of but the faintest things about her. The orphanage said I had just shown up on the doorstep one day and though clearly not newly born I couldn’t be more than six months old. Mother and Father took me home within the next week. Father never counted my ‘birth’ days but I did count the summers my mother was gone and it had been ten yesterday. So I could be eleven but I am leaning strongly towards twelve.” I said quietly keeping my eyes on the floor.

“Show us your face child.” Dumbledore asked calmly. I turned my face towards them leaving my eyes down still. The man hissed at the sight of my cheek and quickly covered it with my hand.

“You couldn’t have healed it a little neater?” The man asked sharply.

“No, she was loosing a lot of blood and an infection had already set in. I did the best I could.” Dumbledore said quietly. I stroked the scar quietly counting the lines. There are three perfectly straight lines criss crossing my cheek to make a rough triangle. One of the lines trails all the way from the top of my eyebrow to the bottom of my ear and down onto my neck. As I fingered the raised lines I heard a soft sigh and saw a hand reaching for mine. I jumped away, nocking over my stool and looked for a place to hide.

“Did you think I was going to strike you girl?” the man asked. I shook my head no slowly after a brief hesitation and walked back over, righted my stool and sat back down. I still had my eyes trained on the ground and so I could see a hand reaching for my face and I tensed. The hand stopped and pulled back. “Look up please.” I shook my head again. Father trained me not to look at people in the face else they see my strange eyes. “Look up girl.” The man demanded. And I did. I looked him straight in the face. He nearly fainted. I nearly laughed. “What the bloody hell is this Albus?”