The knock is timid. Far too timid to be anyone else's but Mr. Travers.
I sit back in my chair and watch him as he enters the room. "Come up here. Closer." I beckon him to my desk.
The wild fury within me is kept in a tightly controlled knot. If I release it now, I'd probably start choking.
"Out of everyone in that entire class, you knew. Despite those that try to analyze me, despite those that live with me, despite those that stalk me, you were the only one who knew about the field trip." Legilimancy told me that much and it wasn't until after when things settled down that I knew what had to be done.
Was he referring to Rachel's intuition about the field trip? I certainly didn't know anything myself.
I approach him, feeling more than a little nervous. But Rachel's not afraid of him. Better to let her speak, rather than me.
"I know those vampires were real enough, sir. I just tried to fend them off till I could find the other Slytherins. If I did anything wrong, disobeyed you without knowing, I'm willing to accept the consequences. But something was telling me that you wouldn't let us be killed."
"Yes, sir," I say resignedly. He's probably going to come up with a punishment for me at his leisure - maybe make things difficult for me in class. If I've done wrong, then I deserve punishment. But I don't see how I could have done anything wrong. I don't want to steal glory that isn't mine, to make myself out to be better than Professor Riddle. I just want to do as well as I can in his classes. Learn what I can from this man who has more intelligence and talent than a thousand Dumbledores, and hopefully some day learn enough to seek out and join the one that Rachel and I already think of as our Lord.
Should I tell him about Rachel?
He might be justified in thinking I'm a case for St Mungo's. But I'd rather he knew the truth.
"Sir?" I say as I'm turning to go. "Part of me - sort of knew it was a trick. Part of me thought it was real, that you were dead, that I had to fight. But there's this - voice - that I have sometimes - it tells me things..."
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The knock is timid. Far too timid to be anyone else's but Mr. Travers.
I sit back in my chair and watch him as he enters the room. "Come up here. Closer." I beckon him to my desk.
The wild fury within me is kept in a tightly controlled knot. If I release it now, I'd probably start choking.
"Out of everyone in that entire class, you knew. Despite those that try to analyze me, despite those that live with me, despite those that stalk me, you were the only one who knew about the field trip." Legilimancy told me that much and it wasn't until after when things settled down that I knew what had to be done.
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Was he referring to Rachel's intuition about the field trip? I certainly didn't know anything myself.
I approach him, feeling more than a little nervous. But Rachel's not afraid of him. Better to let her speak, rather than me.
"I know those vampires were real enough, sir. I just tried to fend them off till I could find the other Slytherins. If I did anything wrong, disobeyed you without knowing, I'm willing to accept the consequences. But something was telling me that you wouldn't let us be killed."
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He truly doesn't get it and that infuriates me more than anything else ( ... )
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Should I tell him about Rachel?
He might be justified in thinking I'm a case for St Mungo's. But I'd rather he knew the truth.
"Sir?" I say as I'm turning to go. "Part of me - sort of knew it was a trick. Part of me thought it was real, that you were dead, that I had to fight. But there's this - voice - that I have sometimes - it tells me things..."
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