Thanx

The immortal awoke to a world of darkness and slowly she slipped out of her bed. Her cat eyes easily adjusting to her surroundings, the girl glided towards the door and to her freedom. She had lived so long dormant in this room, but now she had grown and was ready for a life of her own; this incubator, this womb, it was no longer needed. She tried the door hand and forced the door open. Looking up and down the corridor she saw not a soul; she slipped a marble foot onto the cold stone floor, looked again for movement, then slipped the other marble foot along with the marble body it carried, out into the corridor, quickly glided down the hall and back to where she believed her house waited. Her clothing she did not bother to straighten any more than needed to make her look decent; her cloak lay abandoned in the womb; it was a part of her old world, not of this new life she had just been born into; things were going to change whether they wished it or not.

Up and down the corridors she glided each painting, each doorway, each direction becoming more and more strange to her and short was the time until she realized she was terribly lost. Quietly she found herself a corner and curled up there until someone would come acrossed her in the light hours.

She might have taken too long to blink for when she looked up a man stood over her, glaring at her, and it was light in the corridor.

"Get up Mac," he hissed at her. "You fortunate you left your cloak in the hospital wing or we might never have found you..." She shuddered a touch at the harshness of his words but suddenly it dawned up on her; she smiled at him brilliantly.

"Thank you for coming for me." He stared at her surprised; this was not the answer he was accustomed to receiving.

"What did you say? Thank you? What are you girl, thankful you are in hot water?" The witch shook her head.

"To you it might seem like that, but Professeur, everyone else has just left me to die. I keep disappointing them don’t I?" Her eyes sparkled, quite mischievous and daring, but quite sincere and old Professeur Snape had to take a look at her again, to re-evaluate the girl that stood before him. Almost in audible he muttered,

"You’re welcome." With that, he took her back to hospital wing for one final check-up and then down to the magnificent hall for breakfast.


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