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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Zingaro

Ooo, thank you for the great reviews. My typing has speeded up because of them, and the errors as well most likely. Lol.

Keep �em coming folks, they�re what feeds the muse and I really look forward to every one. Oh, and I�ll need lots more after this chapter. : )

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Chapter 40

�Severus, thank you for coming.�
�I am here because I think I deserve an explanation Paula, nothing more.�
She nodded and held the door open for him to take his usual seat.
He raised his eyebrows when she set the cognac bottle and two goblets on the table between them.
�A little early for that don�t you think?�
�You will be glad of it when I say what I must.� She poured them both a good measure and looked at him.
�First understand that when I tell you who my dado was, it was not my doing. I am not ashamed of who he was, but I knew that you would resent me, even hate me from the start if you knew.�
Narrowing his eyes he studied her. �What makes you think I do not hate you now?�
�Do you?�
�No. But nor do I like you very much after � who was he?�
�Vance was my mothers maiden name. The name of my grandparents. When my mother was sixteen a gorgio came by the camp and all but swept my mother off her feet. He was much older than her and the tribe were displeased at the attraction between them. But my dado somehow won them over and eventually, rompien was on the cards.

My grandmother had the sight and she said it was meant to be.

The Romanies trusted my grandmother, she was born with the veil and was never wrong whether she threw the runes, read palms, or dealt the cards. So the tumnimos took place, the betrothal, and a month later they were wed. It was not long before my mother was in the family way.
The Romany were by this time unsettled. Some said he was one of bengs, the devils, that they had seen him committing acts of great magic far beyond that which was considered normal for our people.

Soon dado left, leaving my mother alone with me in her belly. The Romanies said he was a filthy gorgio and should never have been allowed to stay.
My mother died during childbirth, leaving my grandparents to look after me. �The tribe called me zingaro, mixed blood. What you would call half blood.�
Shortly after I was born my dado returned. He came in the middle of the night, whispered with my grandparents and took me away. I only know of this because of what my grandparents have told me, and later with the help of kak. After a week I was returned to the camp, my arms were heavily bandaged and my grandparents were told to leave them in place for a further two weeks. Dado told them I was not in pain and had not been mistreated in any way. Then he left again.�
Severus was on his second cognac, engrossed with the story, yet impatient to discover who she was. He relaxed into the bench.
You already know of my life up until kak found me. My grandparents always insisted that my dado was a Romany rye, a true Gypsy gentleman. They lied to me. With kak�s help I discovered that my dado was a chohawno � chovihano � a wizard, he was still married when he met my mother and they had a child, a son who attended Hogwarts.�
�Severus emptied his glass and sat straighter. �And who was your da � father? What was the name of his son?�
�My father was Charlus Potter. His son, my half brother, was James Potter.�
Severus stared at her, his mouth open in disbelief. They both started when the glass he was holding shattered in his hand with the force of his grip.
Paula immediately moved to take his now bleeding hand but he pulled it away sharply.
�Potter? You are a Potter?� He shook with the enormity of her revelation. His voice dripped venom when he spoke again. �You are James Potters sister, Harry Potters Aunt, and all this time you let me believe that you were someone � special, someone worth knowing. You let me spend time with you knowing how I feel about them and said nothing.�
�Severus your hand. Let me ��
�Get off me.� He said, pulling away again as she tried to take his injured hand.
Paula turned away from him, hoping he would calm down enough for her to finish her tale.
�Here. If you will not let me help you, see to it yourself. I do not want bloodstains in my vurdon.� She plonked a bowl of warm water in front of him, emptied in a small quantity of murlap essence turning the water a yellowy colour, a bottle of dittany, a cloth and a small towel to the side of it.
Severus set to removing the glass from his hand, dripped the dittany into the cuts and watched them smoke, then placed his hand into the bowl. �Satisfied?� He asked dryly.
Paula said nothing as she removed the broken glass and wiped the table clean of the mixed blood, pieces of glass and cognac. She poured him another drink, this time in a gold chalice.
He raised an eyebrow at it but said nothing as he removed his hand from the bowl to examine the healing cuts.
�I told you my dado took me away for one week. With kak�s help we discovered why. During that week I was examined by several witches and wizards all distantly related to the Potters. Who they were or where they are now I do not know. It was during that week I was found to be what they hoped for, a soul searcher. My arms were bandaged because of something they implanted into the flesh of my forearms. Do you remember when I asked you to hold them for me after placing protection on the dragon? How I asked you to warm my arms?�

He nodded.
�My left forearm contains three magical cores, such as would be concealed in a wand. In my left arm is unicorn hair, thestral wing claw and one stem of phoenix crest. They are bound by phoenix tears. In my right, four cores, dragon heart string, a mermaid scale, shilmulo (vampire) blood and werewolf hair. They are also bound by phoenix tears. Apparently it was all done during a secret ceremony, after which my dado performed a spell on me that would not allow me to speak in the guttural way of the Romany. Kak said my dado was a good man, but was of a somewhat conceited nature and that he always insisted James did not use slang when in his presence. We discovered the reason for the cores in my arms is because of my being a soul searcher. Although to have so many is unusual, normally it would be one core in each arm. They are the reason my wandless magic is so strong, why I can do things most normal witches and wizards cannot. Why the shilmulo and werewolf will not, cannot harm me. When I arrived here Severus you accepted me for what I am, now I look at you and I feel hatred from you because I am a Potter. You no longer see me, but an arrogant young man you still hold resentment for. I am not invincible Severus, I feel the same emotions and pain as any other human being. I bleed as you do, I hurt as you do, I am not infallible. I just am. Now you know.�
When he said nothing, did not even look at her, she said.
�Chces li tajnou vec aneb pravdu vyzvédéti. Blazen, dité opily clovéc o tom umeji povodeti.�
He glanced up, but his lips remained tight and he returned to studying his hand in the bowl.

Paula watched him for a moment longer, then turned and left the vurdon.
Severus heard the engine of the hearse roar to life and fade as she took off. He removed his now healed hand from the bowl. After drying it, he drank down the rest of his cognac and left, leaving the blooded cloth and bowl on the table.

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