0038: The Halfhalt - Ulla Vargen
You know, I realized the other day that the one-month anniversary of Potter Sue of the Day had come and gone without me noticing. This is my thirty-eighth Sue.
TITLE: The Halfhalt
PERPETRATOR: Antivione
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Ulla Vargen
SPECIES: Human/Witch
HAIR: not described yet, but the author promises that they're coming.
EYES: see above.
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: none
ORIGIN: Her father was a friend of Snape's in school. She escaped when her parents were killed by Death Eaters, and she was sent to Hogwarts to live with her Godfather.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: The Godfather in question is Severus Snape.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can survive Avada Kedavra without a scar - all she gets out of it is epilepsy. Yes, epilepsy.
NOTES: I am not religious in any way, shape, or form, so correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't a Godparent have to be present at a baby's Christening? Yes, okay, so... how is it supposed to work that Snape is Ulla's Godfather and didn't know about it until now? Yeah, I don't understand it, either.
I'll bet this fic makes real epileptics froth at the mouth.
SAMPLE:
Okay, the descriptions will come next chapter. For sure. Just couldn't figure out how to work them into this one. Enjoy!
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Dumbledore waited patiently at his desk for a reply from Severus Snape, hands neatly folded infront of him. He could wait all day, and the professor knew it.
"Well, Headmaster.. This is an unexpected development."
Snape fumed, barely able to contain his rage at what Dumbledore had just finished telling him. Allion Vargen, a friend of his youth, had been killed nearly a week ago at his home in Austria in an altrication involving Death Eaters. It was true that Allion had been a Death Eater himself, like Snape, when he was younger. Like Snape - he'd tried to escape, but hadn't planned it nearly as well as the professor had. It seemed Allion had paid dearly for his mistakes, as did his wife. But this wasn't the problem. Oh no, Allion and Snape hadn't spoke since the two of them weren't quite twenty- five, and the "loss" wasn't exactly heartfelt to Snape. The problem was Allion's daughter, Ulla.
"Snape.. ?"
Snape snapped to attention, scowling at the headmaster. What could he say..? Allion certainly hadn't told him that he'd been the girl's godfather.
"I wasn't even given any knowledge of her birth - No idea that Allion had even married, let alone be told that I was her godfather!"
Albus sighed, leaning back in his chair. Life wasn't going to be easy for this girl with a godfather like this.
"Snape, the girl has no other relatives, and regardless of whether or not your consent was given.. I believe it is your moral responsibility to assume the position her father obviously trusted you with. It may or may not be easy for her to fit in here, suffering from the epileptic-like fits she does. That alone is enough to deal with, not factoring in the loss of her parents, her home, and the only country she's ever known.. "
"All right, all right Albus. I get the point."
Snape spat out the last word, wishing he could have had the satisfaction of killing Allion himself - the foolish wretch he was!
"Good. First of all, she'll have to be inspected by Pompfrey - we'll need to find some remedy to those fits she has. Once she's sorted into her house, we'll move her belongings there - But I'll give the two of you some time to talk between check-up and getting her settled. You may leave now, Snape."
Snape nodded to the Headmaster respectfully, and whirled around in a swirl of black material to leave.
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The pasture was lovely this particular day. Half-shrouded by the thick morning mists, various species of wild flowers could still be made out amongst the tall grass, their colourful faces swaying gently in the warm breeze. The song of an unseen bird sprang up on the edge of the meadow, and in the distance, vague shapes of horses could be made out. Ulla smiled, spreading her arms so that the breeze tickled her fingertips. She always did that; it felt like a prelude to flight, though Ulla certainly hadn't any wings.
Suddenly, the bird's song fell away, replaced with what sounded like a dull roar. Confused, the girl stared straight ahead as the familiar scene shifted and wavered, feeling an unpleasant heat boil in the pit of her stomach. Sweat blurred her vision further, and as she stumbled to to side, tendrils of pain encircling her head as the boil rose, past her ribs, into her throat and..
"Hold her still; don't let her bash her head!"
"She's thrashing too much, I can't hold.. "
Gloomy light, not total darkness, surrounded her. The voices were gone as quickly as they came. The only thing she couldn't seem to shake was the dizziness, and lethargy in her limbs that made even drawing her knees up to her chin an exhausting task. Home, home.. Where was she? She had been home. In her confusion, she hadn't felt the first few nudges someone was giving her from behind, and the last one was powerful enough to shove her out of her reverie. The warm breath of a large creature rolled over her cheek, smelling of sweet grass, accompanied by tickling whiskers and a velvety soft muzzle.
"Little filly, are you all right?"
The question repeated, and it felt like someone was shaking her shoulders.. The voice pitched higher, and the " little filly" part melted away..
"Hey, listen to me, wake up!"
Ulla's eyes snapped open, only to rest on a pair of big, bright green ones staring back. With a squeal of surprise she sait upright in an instant, the room blurring with her motion and the sound of a sudden thump by the bed.
"What'd you do THAT for?"
A house elf popped it's head up over the coach seat Ulla was sitting on, a scowl screwing up it's funny little face. Relaxing, Ulla ignored it's question and rolled her eyes around the place - A train, she was on a train. That would explain the funny motion she felt. What had happened, though? Her muscles still complained, stiff and as soon as the intial shock of the whole thing wore off, the lethargy returned - though not as badly as in her dream. Ulla pressed her hand up against the cool window, watching the scene outside stream by. Rain and darkness. Turning back to the elf, she finally spoke.
"What's happening, where are we going..? Who ARE you?"
"I'm Nissy, and we're going to Hogwarts, no one tell you? Well, they probably wouldn't have gotten a chance. Seems you got a falling-down sickness. Makes you sleep a lot. Nissy thought she should wake you up to have some food, since you haven't eaten in a long time. But oh no, had to be rude and throw Nissy half-way across the coach!"
Nissy puffed, grabbing a tray off the trolley she must have rolled in. Ulla took the tray as it was thrusted at her, a million questions brewing in her mind. Instead, she inspected her meal. Some tomato-type broth, crackers, a bun and a large cup of hot chocolate.
"Sorry, Nissy; it's just that I don't remember much of.. Well, anything. And we can't be going to Hogwarts. It's in England, for Merlin's sake. And what do you mean, falling-down sickness?"
"Girl's been out for a long time! We ARE in England. The sickness makes Ulla fall down and shake terribly, then fall asleep for who knows how long."
"What? And how do you know my name - And that sickness sounds like.."
Epilepsy? Ulla froze. That would explain her stiffness and lethargy. But she'd never been an epileptic - Always healthy. Unless.. Hadn't she been struck by a curse that night? Nissy cut off her thoughts, chattering away.
"Come a long way in the last week, we have. Nissy belong to Hogwarts, she head of the house elves that work in the kitchens. Was sent to come and collect you as Headmaster bidded." Nissy paused, beaming proudly at Ulla. However, Ulla only stared, and so Nissy scowled once more and continued.. "Your bein' sent there because that's were your godfather lives."
"My godfather?? I haven't got a godfather! What about my Mum and Dad -"
"Nissy very sorry about them."
Nissy turned, and began to polish the tray hurriedly. Ulla had the feeling the house elf was trying to either avoid talking, or just to give her some peace.. Oh, her parents. She'd forgotten. They hadn't made it, then. Ulla slumped down in her seat, the tray resting untouched on her knees.
TITLE: The Halfhalt
PERPETRATOR: Antivione
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Ulla Vargen
SPECIES: Human/Witch
HAIR: not described yet, but the author promises that they're coming.
EYES: see above.
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: none
ORIGIN: Her father was a friend of Snape's in school. She escaped when her parents were killed by Death Eaters, and she was sent to Hogwarts to live with her Godfather.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: The Godfather in question is Severus Snape.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can survive Avada Kedavra without a scar - all she gets out of it is epilepsy. Yes, epilepsy.
NOTES: I am not religious in any way, shape, or form, so correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't a Godparent have to be present at a baby's Christening? Yes, okay, so... how is it supposed to work that Snape is Ulla's Godfather and didn't know about it until now? Yeah, I don't understand it, either.
I'll bet this fic makes real epileptics froth at the mouth.
SAMPLE:
Okay, the descriptions will come next chapter. For sure. Just couldn't figure out how to work them into this one. Enjoy!
**************************************************************************** ****
Dumbledore waited patiently at his desk for a reply from Severus Snape, hands neatly folded infront of him. He could wait all day, and the professor knew it.
"Well, Headmaster.. This is an unexpected development."
Snape fumed, barely able to contain his rage at what Dumbledore had just finished telling him. Allion Vargen, a friend of his youth, had been killed nearly a week ago at his home in Austria in an altrication involving Death Eaters. It was true that Allion had been a Death Eater himself, like Snape, when he was younger. Like Snape - he'd tried to escape, but hadn't planned it nearly as well as the professor had. It seemed Allion had paid dearly for his mistakes, as did his wife. But this wasn't the problem. Oh no, Allion and Snape hadn't spoke since the two of them weren't quite twenty- five, and the "loss" wasn't exactly heartfelt to Snape. The problem was Allion's daughter, Ulla.
"Snape.. ?"
Snape snapped to attention, scowling at the headmaster. What could he say..? Allion certainly hadn't told him that he'd been the girl's godfather.
"I wasn't even given any knowledge of her birth - No idea that Allion had even married, let alone be told that I was her godfather!"
Albus sighed, leaning back in his chair. Life wasn't going to be easy for this girl with a godfather like this.
"Snape, the girl has no other relatives, and regardless of whether or not your consent was given.. I believe it is your moral responsibility to assume the position her father obviously trusted you with. It may or may not be easy for her to fit in here, suffering from the epileptic-like fits she does. That alone is enough to deal with, not factoring in the loss of her parents, her home, and the only country she's ever known.. "
"All right, all right Albus. I get the point."
Snape spat out the last word, wishing he could have had the satisfaction of killing Allion himself - the foolish wretch he was!
"Good. First of all, she'll have to be inspected by Pompfrey - we'll need to find some remedy to those fits she has. Once she's sorted into her house, we'll move her belongings there - But I'll give the two of you some time to talk between check-up and getting her settled. You may leave now, Snape."
Snape nodded to the Headmaster respectfully, and whirled around in a swirl of black material to leave.
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The pasture was lovely this particular day. Half-shrouded by the thick morning mists, various species of wild flowers could still be made out amongst the tall grass, their colourful faces swaying gently in the warm breeze. The song of an unseen bird sprang up on the edge of the meadow, and in the distance, vague shapes of horses could be made out. Ulla smiled, spreading her arms so that the breeze tickled her fingertips. She always did that; it felt like a prelude to flight, though Ulla certainly hadn't any wings.
Suddenly, the bird's song fell away, replaced with what sounded like a dull roar. Confused, the girl stared straight ahead as the familiar scene shifted and wavered, feeling an unpleasant heat boil in the pit of her stomach. Sweat blurred her vision further, and as she stumbled to to side, tendrils of pain encircling her head as the boil rose, past her ribs, into her throat and..
"Hold her still; don't let her bash her head!"
"She's thrashing too much, I can't hold.. "
Gloomy light, not total darkness, surrounded her. The voices were gone as quickly as they came. The only thing she couldn't seem to shake was the dizziness, and lethargy in her limbs that made even drawing her knees up to her chin an exhausting task. Home, home.. Where was she? She had been home. In her confusion, she hadn't felt the first few nudges someone was giving her from behind, and the last one was powerful enough to shove her out of her reverie. The warm breath of a large creature rolled over her cheek, smelling of sweet grass, accompanied by tickling whiskers and a velvety soft muzzle.
"Little filly, are you all right?"
The question repeated, and it felt like someone was shaking her shoulders.. The voice pitched higher, and the " little filly" part melted away..
"Hey, listen to me, wake up!"
Ulla's eyes snapped open, only to rest on a pair of big, bright green ones staring back. With a squeal of surprise she sait upright in an instant, the room blurring with her motion and the sound of a sudden thump by the bed.
"What'd you do THAT for?"
A house elf popped it's head up over the coach seat Ulla was sitting on, a scowl screwing up it's funny little face. Relaxing, Ulla ignored it's question and rolled her eyes around the place - A train, she was on a train. That would explain the funny motion she felt. What had happened, though? Her muscles still complained, stiff and as soon as the intial shock of the whole thing wore off, the lethargy returned - though not as badly as in her dream. Ulla pressed her hand up against the cool window, watching the scene outside stream by. Rain and darkness. Turning back to the elf, she finally spoke.
"What's happening, where are we going..? Who ARE you?"
"I'm Nissy, and we're going to Hogwarts, no one tell you? Well, they probably wouldn't have gotten a chance. Seems you got a falling-down sickness. Makes you sleep a lot. Nissy thought she should wake you up to have some food, since you haven't eaten in a long time. But oh no, had to be rude and throw Nissy half-way across the coach!"
Nissy puffed, grabbing a tray off the trolley she must have rolled in. Ulla took the tray as it was thrusted at her, a million questions brewing in her mind. Instead, she inspected her meal. Some tomato-type broth, crackers, a bun and a large cup of hot chocolate.
"Sorry, Nissy; it's just that I don't remember much of.. Well, anything. And we can't be going to Hogwarts. It's in England, for Merlin's sake. And what do you mean, falling-down sickness?"
"Girl's been out for a long time! We ARE in England. The sickness makes Ulla fall down and shake terribly, then fall asleep for who knows how long."
"What? And how do you know my name - And that sickness sounds like.."
Epilepsy? Ulla froze. That would explain her stiffness and lethargy. But she'd never been an epileptic - Always healthy. Unless.. Hadn't she been struck by a curse that night? Nissy cut off her thoughts, chattering away.
"Come a long way in the last week, we have. Nissy belong to Hogwarts, she head of the house elves that work in the kitchens. Was sent to come and collect you as Headmaster bidded." Nissy paused, beaming proudly at Ulla. However, Ulla only stared, and so Nissy scowled once more and continued.. "Your bein' sent there because that's were your godfather lives."
"My godfather?? I haven't got a godfather! What about my Mum and Dad -"
"Nissy very sorry about them."
Nissy turned, and began to polish the tray hurriedly. Ulla had the feeling the house elf was trying to either avoid talking, or just to give her some peace.. Oh, her parents. She'd forgotten. They hadn't made it, then. Ulla slumped down in her seat, the tray resting untouched on her knees.