The Burning Pen

Daddy Dearest II
by Ruth Solomon

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All recognizable characters belong to JKR. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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The Thespian

A short, buxom blonde lass of about fifteen years of age stood in front of a mirror, one arm dramatically extended, the hand of the other resting on her heart. She expounded her lines.

"Oh Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet. Tis only thy name that is my enemy. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

She hesitated.

"No, that's not it," the actress seethed. "Focus, Stella. Focus."

She stared at her image in the mirror, then it slightly changed, her hair becoming a tad darker, her breasts a bit perkier, her lips a little fuller. She adjusted her boobs.

"All right, let's try this again," she said to herself, this time clasping her hands in front of her, trying a different tack.

"Oh Romeo, Romeo . . ."

She stopped, interrupted by a tapping on her window.
"Oh blast," she muttered, changing form, becoming a black-haired and rather attractive woman of forty-three.

"What is it now?" she griped, walking to the window.

A raven was on the sill, an envelope attached to its leg.

"Oh my, maybe . . . maybe it's a callback," Stella Burrows breathed, throwing open the window and grabbing the shocked raven bodily.

The raven was shocked because it was a rather surly looking bird that most people were quite cautious with, especially with its malevolent black eyes and sharp beak. But Stella virtually birdhandled him, turning him unceremoniously upside down and nearly tearing the envelope from his leg excitedly.

She left him on the sill on his back as she ripped open the letter.

"Oh, pleasepleasepleaseplease," she breathed as her blue eyes swept over the letter. Her shoulders slumped. It wasn't a casting call at all. It was from someone named Severus Snape, a Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Oh fudge," she hissed, as Raucous the raven stood up and shook out his feathers in irritation. The witch didn't give him a second glance. Maybe a head full of bird shit might make her realize the error of her ways.

Stella was an out-of-work actress who traveled to England from America some years ago seeking work in the theater. She had some small successes finding work, but it was more due to her magical talent, than her acting. Stella could look the part of any part, male or female. You see, she was an Metamorphmagus.

A rare talent indeed, the only other person known to have the ability was the deceased Nymphadora Tonks, who died in the final battle years ago. But, apparently the ability ran in the family. Stella was Tonk's cousin. An estranged cousin because she was the love-child of Regulus Black and a young Muggle woman who took a fancy to the dark young wizard one night, who . . . took quite the fancy to her as well, mostly due to the fact he was about to do something very daring and he might not ever get the chance to shag again.

He didn't, and safe sex was the last thing on his mind when he and the Muggle engaged.

The young woman, eighteen-year-old Elisa Burrows, was visiting Muggle England, and met Regulus at a pub. One thing led to another and they went their separate ways, Elisa carrying more than souvenirs back to the good old USA.

Elisa did attempt to find Regulus after Stella was born, but she never did. He appeared to have disappeared off the face of the earth. All she could tell Stella was her father was an Englishman. Stella attended magic school in Salem Massachussets, and focused primarily on the arts. Then she traveled to England hoping to find work and maybe her roots. She never managed to find out anything about her father. He hadn't given her mother his proper name that night.

At age forty-three, Stella hadn't found the fame she hoped for, and was working as a cashier at a local market to pay her bills, always on the lookout for casting calls. But she hadn't gotten a part in more than six months. It was disheartening to say the least. She always wanted to play Juliet, but alas, she never managed to get the role. She was a bit of a ham, and it showed.

Who was this Severus Snape and what the hell did he want?

She read the letter, and her eyebrows raised with interest.

"Hm. He says he's seen my work and was quite impressed. He claims he has an interesting role for me, but it's not a stage role. Hm. He doesn't say what it is, but Merlin, he certainly isn't cheap," she said to herself. "What he's offering would cover a couple of months worth of bills, for sure, and he's willing to give an advance. Well."

The letter instructed her to send a date and time she could see him personally at the school. Stella considered.

"Hm. It wouldn't hurt just to talk to him, but this better not be a Blue Pensieve gig, or I'll shrink his balls down to the size of raisins. Stella Burrows doesn't go blue."

With Raucous glaring at her balefully, Stella quickly wrote out a time and date, then grabbed the raven again, turned him to his back and tied the parchment back on his leg. Before Raucous could exact his revenge for such treatment, she flung him out the window and closed it back.

Raucous fluttered outside the window furiously for several seconds.

"Go on, you silly bird!" Stella called to him.

Completely pissed, Raucous snapped his beak at her in impotent rage, then flew off toward Hogwarts.

This wasn't over. He'd see the witch again, and when he did, he'd have a nice dripping decoration for that black hair.

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A/N: lol. I needed an original character that could feasibly be an Metamorphmagus. Regulus' life was sufficiently vague enough to get a love-child in there, a cousin to Tonks. Not a lot of development, but that's because these chappies are really just spurts, so bare bones. But, it sounds like fun. 21 Jump Street anyone? Lololol. Thanks for reading. ;)

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