(Shine's p.o.v.)

The next week I lived at Godric's Hollow. Dear old Dumbledore was like the overprotective grandfather. He was concerned about me. Atleast he thought he was. I did say he was only showing pity for a girl who had lost her powers. And I did not want it. I did not want pity niether from him nor from anyone else.

I spent my days mainly reading books from his personal library. I found many interesting things. I found who my father was. I knew he was in Azkaban. I soon realised him to be the guy with curly hairs I saw in Severus Snape's memory of teenage trauma and my hatred towards my father increased. He had no reason, no provocation to torture Snape. I just could not fathom how any person could be so horrific. What kind of life he must have led. What idiotic upbringing that justified this. I could hardly understand this person. I wanted to meet him. I got up from where I was sitting on the porch. I had a sudden idea. I knew Dumbledore wouldn't approve but it was worth a try.

"Dumbledore",I called as soon as I was inside,"I want to visit him, in Azkaban." I looked up at his expression. It was thoughtful. He was trying to read my mind to know my reasons. But I did not have any specific reason. I was confident he wouldn't get a thing. He smiled at my thoughts. But that feeling that his electriv blue eyes were trying to drill into my mind did not go away. I had almost learnt to live with it now. After thinking for a few moments he turned down my request. Even Da---Snape, I thought shaking my head as his memory wrenched my heart, had that ability to make you feel he could read your mind. It was creepy but I think you couldn't afford to take that feeling lightly. They both actually can drill into your mind.

I had been training last week at Dumbledore's place for developing the mind power to block legilimency use by an opponent. It was a useful art but to perform it when your mind is at it's weakest is extremely difficult. But it worked to keep my mind off him off memories. I mainly indulged myself by doing every stupud work manually.

One week later I had almost recovered from my experiences. I had been helping Dumbledore make breakfast. We made ourselves some spicy scrambled eggs by adding chillies and we made some cocoa. We had some black liquorice candy as well. We were having breakfast. I had finished mine and was clearing the dish and glass when the fire crackled. Some soot blew up. The fire turned emerald green. And a face appeared in the flames."Dumbledore?" the cool clear voice of Severus Snape asked,"Can I make a visit?"

I took one look at Dumbledore and he signalled me to keep sitting. Bad idea no.1 I thought. I remined seated.

"Sure, Severus. What is it?"

"Its private. Not safe to talk on floo."

"Come over then Severus"

For a moment the head disappeared. And then the flames swirled emerald green and he stood in the fireplace. His eyes swept the room and landed on me. He smirked. "Didn't find a taker for the murderer's daughter did you?"

"Oh no Severus! You are mistaken. Infact I did find a new home for her. She will be leaving in two days. I wanted her for atleast two weeks to give her some time."

"Very well. I dont think she has any buisness sitting here. She should leave."

"Honey, hope you dont mind."

"Of course not" I replied eager to get out of there.

(Snape's p.o.v.)

I went home straightway going to my firewhisky stores. I pulled out one bottle. Uncorked it and started downing it. I could hardly believe myself. Had the kiddo been here she would just have summoned the bottle and smashed it. She would have done it to the next one too. And continued till I growled at her to go up to bed. But she would have just summoned the last bottle from upstairs.

Damn even now I 'm thinking of her. I dont believe Dumbledore hid about such a big thing bout her. I never thought I would require firewhisky to drown my anger. I dont know why she has the power to affect me so much. Today when I dragged her off to Dumbledore's and she realised I would abandon her the look of pain and hurt on her face hurt me. It hurt as if someone had put a vaccum under my heart and it was going in. The look in her eyes was too sad to be spotted on a child. I immediately regretted my decision but I apparated back home where those pleading eyes wouldn't affect me. But here I found myself already affected by them drowning myself in firewhisky and the irony of it I am reminded of her even as I drink to forget. After around one and half bottle there was enough alcohol in me,to remind me of who and where I am but nothing else. The drowsiness took over my senses as I fell asleep on the table.

Next day I got up with a bad hangover. Half my hair was dripping with firewhisky. My head hurt as I suffered a horrible hangover. I got up and got myself to my potions stores. No hangover potion. Great! I hadn't made one in a long time as I had never gotten myself in such a situation in the last 4 years since the kid wont let me as a general rule. So I just made myself some black coffee. I decided to suck a lemon in the meanwhile. Someone told me it is a great hangover remedy. The coffee was ready in five minutes. It did provide me some relief.

Merlin, I thought, never again. I walked up into her room. I entered. Okay I think now I shouldn't have. Every memory that I had been blocking, every happy memory I shared with her flooded into my head. The b'days. The presents. The potions I taught her to make. The spells I taught her. Her excited overjoyed face that I remembered so well. At that moment I realised I had grown to care for her. I wanted her back and now but I wasn't going to tell Dumbledore that. Not aftet how I behaved yesterday. I packed up everything. Even the photos but after carefully removing every photo of mine. I picked up the,trunk and apparated to Dumbledore's. It was pretty early. She wouldn't be awake. My head hurt a lot. I hate hangovers. Albus was having breakfast. He told me she was sleeping. It got me angry. I thought she had askedhim to lie to me. So I insulted her in a loud enough voice so she could hear. And I apparated back home. Wanting to distract myself,from her I tried to concentrate on something else. I pulled one of the books to find something on 'chor'. I searched every book. In one old looking book I found that 'They are an ancient branch of dark magic. No known living magical bloodline showed these properties. The chor is a witch wizard or squib who can absorb the,opponents magic life force and even memories.'

This is all I could find. Nothing but that. So after a week's search, after I tried to find any related book in Diagon Alley and even searching the Hogwarts' library all I found was different versions of what I found in that book.

I decided it to be the best thing to inform Dumbledore of this. I wanted to know if he had any more knowledge. If yes then I would have liked to know. If not he needed to know as head of the Order. So I went to the fire and threw in floo powder. I asked him if I could talk to him. He asked me if it was anything important. Obviously I 'm not sone small girl with a crush on you that I would find an excuse for seeing you I thought. With a mental eye roll I told him it was not safe to talk via floo. He agreed and I went to his place.

I flooed to his place. Upon reaching I noticed the kid in a black t-shirt supporting the Romanian quidditch team and knee length jeans. She was having breakfast but even upon my arrival the demeanor was calm, too calm. I could almost call a pretense.

So I decided to throw some insults at her and then use legilimency. I sneered and asked Dumbledore if no one was ready to take in the murderer's daughter. I was observing the reaction but her fingers never tightened over the fork. I tried using legilimency.

But unsuccessful! Dumbledore had been teaching her occlumency. Great! So I decided she couldn't sit with us for the discussion.

(Shine's p.o.v.)

Grateful I ran out the kitchen. He tried getting in my head. I blocked him. I did not want anyone to know I was suffering. Least of all him. Had I not been given calming draught every night I would have turned insomniac. I would have spent my night crying. He had come to discuss some important stuff and I hate being left out especially if it is about me. So I decided to eavesdrop.

He-who-must-not-be-named wanted to capture one of the 'chor' to resurrect himself. Snape found this important news at a party and he had spent last week researching. He realised that the plan was to find one and threaten him or her to self sacrifice to regenerate the dark lord.

I heard Dumbledore chuckle faintly at the news. He explained how the 'chor' power works. How a fully trained one can be your best offensive weapon. And how I would be used by Voldemort if he captured me. Obviously he did not mention me.

But he told him how our kind turns to the 'original' dementor. The ones who can communicate are the 'originals', the leaders. The others are just parts of whole. The dementor conversion occurs only if the said 'chor' indulges in murder through his or her powers(based on situational conditions).

There was silence as he absorbed that knowledge."But",he said,"does one still exist?"

"Ah, Severus they sure exist. They are hunted by ministries so they have to live a secret life so you can never tell. The last one I know about was a squib. She had managed to make dear old Bellatrix lay down her wand for a week so she was personally attacked by Voldemort."

"You mean she absorbed Bellatrix's magic? Unbelievable." Merlin I wanna see that expression on his face. He sounds not just surprised but scared.

"Dumbledore, erm what about the child?",he asked and I froze. I could feel even Dumbledore tensing.

"What about her?" he asked not letting the tension into his voice.

"Well you see. Who is gonna take her?"

"I dont see how it is any of your concern. You disowned her a week ago--"

"Oh no you got me wrong! I was merely curious you see."

"Well then I think we are done. I think I will call her in to finish the cocoa. Oh! Breakfast Severus?"

"No. Thank you."

"Your choice. I could get you the usual black coffee if you need. And the scrambled eggs are nothing short of delicious. You sure you dont want it?"

"If you insist. I have to make breakfast after going home. I will sit down I guess." he muttered before he set himself down for breakfast.

Dumbledore called me in and asked me if I would like to finish the cocoa. I sat down in front of him and poured out the cocoa into my glass. He was eating neatly. Completely methodic. As always.

I finished my cocoa slowly. It was an effort to not look at him as he sat bang right in front of me. And when you know that a person can read minds you tend to get self conscious. You tend to look at that person. He finished his scrambled eggs and turned to the fresh toast. He started to butter it. He was trying to get in my head. I could feel him.

As I finished my cocoa I felt him in my head. I underestimated him. He got in the moment I let down my defence. I tried to push him out. I failed. I knew he was still on insignificant part. But he would soon get deeper if I allowed. I scowled and he smirked pleased at my annoyance. He was pleased? What kind of sadist is he?

"Out of my head." I growled pushing him out. He smirked and I felt him leave my head. He muttered something like 'long way to go' as he got up to get his coffee. I walked out the room after clearing my dish and glass. And I went upstairs.

(Snape's p.o.v.)

The kid entered the room after Dumbledore called her. She had already finished. Only the cocoa was left. She started drinking slowly as she concentrated on her mind walls. Good one. I thought as I tried to break in. They were not weak but she was easily distracted. I started buttering my toast. I made a show of it. That was enough to distract her as I entered her mind. The first wall was down. She realised it.

I skimmed through her thoughts trying to break the second wall as she scowled. She was wondering if she was born to live with old people. First me, now Albus. Wait a minute did she just call me old? Yeah she did. I 'm not old. I 'm 27.

Her thoughts wandered to stuff like she missed Spinner's end. I was amused to know that the street had only senior citizens. She missed the playtime not me I thought hurt. I smirked at her. She was now thinking of some quidditch game. I realised it was the quidditch game we had gone to watch as she had pestered me crazy over it.

The scowl on her face increased as she realised I had encroached that memory. I wanted to laugh at her expression. I was close to collapsing her second wall which she was holding up with every ounce of her determination.

She growled suddenly and told me to get out of her head. I did it smirking at her to taunt her. She just got up cleaned her glass and dishes and went upstairs to her room. I heard the door slam.