His one 'If only...'
Chapter 1
"The Beginning of His End"
By Deep Shadows
AUTHOR'S Note: This is updated version of chapter one for this... And the next chapter is well, after it Stupid, i know but hey its how it works...
Snape isnt mine, wel becasue if he was i would never leave my house... he belongs to JK Rowling... So lucky...
Miranda watched in disgust the spectacle that James Potter was making of Severus Snape. She did not approve of the constant torture of Severus, turning him upside down and showing his undergarments was unacceptable. Severus was a Slytherin, like Miranda, but that did not mean she had to anything to stop it. It angered her that all Severus did was insult Lily Evans and Potter. Miranda knew Severus was at least proficient in his magic, so he should have done something. Miranda Entingo would never admit it to anyone but somewhere deep within the cool calculating woman that she was, there was a glimmer of like for Severus. She watched the four Gryffindors walk off, her anger near the boiling point. She got up from her shadowy, grassy spot and walked over to the embarrassed Severus. "You let them walk away." She scolded as he straightened his robes.
"Sod off Entingo. I don't need you to be Professor Obvious." He hissed back, his coal eyes fluttering about to the faces around him.
"Severus. You're a pure blood for Pete's sake. Show them who's boss, something!" Miranda sighed, knowing two things. One, she was being watched and this would not be good for her popularity and two, this was going no where fast.
"What do you care? What's it matter to the mighty Entingo clan?" He growled, knowing that he was messing with the wrong witch, but not caring.
"Watch it! You know I would have no problem sweeping the floor with you." She snarled as she turned and began to walk off. She caught a glimpse of blonde hair and proceeded to walk faster.
'Miranda! Dear, it's quite rude to walk away when you know someone is calling you." Lucius called after her. She cringed inwardly, hating Lucius for everything that he was. He was a Malfoy, a member of the family in which her own was involved with a blood feud.
"Yes Malfoy?" She growled, turning her face slightly to look at him out of the corner of her eye. She watched him walk towards her proudly and she straightened her own shoulders.
"Lucius, please tell me what it is. I'd rather go on with my day with the least amount of you as possible." she said sarcastically, collecting her anger to be used at her will.
"Miranda, must you speak to me like that? I am only trying to be friendly." Lucius Malfoy cooed and Miranda had to control herself. She turned to face him, her blue eyes blazing, yet her face calm with a slight smirk. "Lucius, I am not your friend. Do not try to be friendly. I'm quite confident in the fact that you are not my friend and I like it that way. Back off or I take you out right here." she said calmly, whispering the last sentence for his ears alone. She promptly turned and walked away, her ebony hair bouncing along behind her. She was angry at Lucius, at Severus, but most importantly she was furious at James Potter and the so called 'Marauders'. She stormed down the stairs towards the Slytherin house. "Potter... Thinks he can pick on anyone... Show him..." She mumbled as she reached the stone gargoyle. She growled the password and it leapt aside. She walked in a flopped ungracefully on the couch, a deep scowl on her face.
"Bad day?" A voice cooed from behind her.
She smiled and sighed, "Yeah. One of the worst so far. You?" A young man with dark brown hair and deep brown, caring eyes walked around the sofa and sat next to her. He was a Callabella, one of the oldest families in wizarding history. He was also he closest friend and troublesome companion.
"Miranda, you mustn't work yourself up over such small things." He smiled softly.
"I know Andres, but I couldn't help it. Potter's crew was messing with Severus and Lucius decided to banter with me." She stated, frowning deeply. He pulled her to him and she laid her head on his chest.
"Calm down, Miranda. I'm here, just relax." he cooed as he patted her back. Even though Miranda was not acting angry, he knew she was and she loved him for it. Love in that 'your my big brother' fashion. She laughed loudly, sprawling out on the couch and laying her head in his lap.
"Thank you Professor Intuitive. I feel so much better. Now tell me how I must harness my anger and use it for the good of mankind.' She laughed, looking up at him gratefully.
"Oh sod off." he said laughingly, brushing her hair out of her face. She sat up and shoved him lightly.
"Take that you Callabella scum!"
He looked at her in mock indignation and shoved her back, saying "Watch it you Entingo Heathen!" They both laughed and began wrestling on the couch. Miranda pinned Andres down and pinned his arms with her own. "Ah ha! I've got you now." She said triumphantly, perching on his stomach.
"I think not!" He laughed as he tipped her over and they both fell to the floor.
Miranda collapsed under Andres's weight. She laughed out loud and curled into a ball as he tried to pin her. She rolled away and stood, smirking. "To fast for ya, Callabella?" She said sarcastically.
"You wish. I just take it easy on ya." He said smoothly. She glanced at the clock and gasped.
"Oh no. I'm late for Quidditch Practice." She exclaimed, rushing up the stairs. She changed and ran back down the stairs, mumbling "Captain is going to kill me.". She grabbed her broom and rushed out of the room, leaving Andres alone. Looking around to make sure no one was watching her, she hurriedly hopped on her broom and flew down the corridor. She turned corners rapidly, dashing up the stairs and screeching to a halt at the entrance doors. She hopped down quickly and opened the doors, rushing out with out closing them. She took off towards the pitch, cursing herself for forgetting. 'Stupid... Need to focus... Game against Gryffindors tomorrow... Lestrange is gonna kill me..." she murmured. She reached the pitch and was quickly given her tongue-lashing.
"Miranda, how can I get it through to you. We have to practice and those Damned Gryffies keep taking all the pitch time. You need to be here on time. Next time, I will not allow you to play in the upcoming match. We need you ferocity." The Slytherin Captain yelled.
"Sorry, won't happen again. What'd I miss?" She asked sitting on the bench next to the other beater, Bellatrix Black.
"Nothing much. You know the strategy. We have got to keep Potter from getting the snitch long enough for Lucius to get it." Lestrange said sternly. Miranda smiled at him, knowing fully well the plan and her part. Miranda was a beater, one part of the more vicious Beater duo since the beginning of Quidditch. Bellatrix and her were the best and everyone knew it. Give Miranda a beater bat and Bludger and you were screwed. Their job this game would be to knock as many Bludgers as possible at James Potter.
"Alright, let's get some flight time. Entingo, your target will be Malfoy first. Don't kill him." Captain Lestrange commented. Miranda smirked and got on her broom. She watched as the Bludger was let loose and she turned her gaze to Lucius.
The Bludger swung by her and she bashed it towards Lucius. Lucius moved to the right and ducked. The Bludger turned at the last second and rammed right into Lucius. He was knocked off his broom from the sheer force and one of her teammates swooped down and caught him mid-air, another Slytherin tactic.
"Nice work Miranda. Let's see it again. Next!" Lestrange yelled and a new teammate flew into view. For hours this went on, Miranda alternating with Bellatrix and both of them taking out teammates like flies. It took two hits for some but they all fell eventually. The sky grew dark and Lestrange called it a night.
Miranda landed, her arms sore from swinging her beater's bat so much. She began to walk slowly off the pitch when she swore she saw a person dressed in all black, dodging through the shadows towards the school at a fast run. She leapt on her broom and dashed off, sure that it was a Gryffindor spy. She raced forward, the wind whipping her braid about as she closed in on the person. As she reached about five feet from them she leapt off her broom, landing on the person, while her broom collapsed to the ground nearby. Miranda's weight made the person fall over and Miranda took the opportunity to flip the person over, sure to see Pettigrew or Black. She rolled him over to see his face and gasped in shock as the other gasped as well. Not only was in not a Gryffindor Spy, but it was one of her own house.
'Severus? What are you doing at the pitch? You don't play Quidditch." She stated standing up slightly ,her hands clasped on his shoulders.
"Get your hands off me Entingo!" he growled. She heard brooms behind her and decided that anyone seeing Severus in such a position under her would be bad for both of them.
"Get up! Get on the broom!" She hollered she summoned her broom and got on. He looked at her untrustingly and skeptical, but must have seen the others and had the same thought, cause he clumsily mounted the broom and Miranda kicked off the ground.
Miranda had no idea why she was taking Severus from the others, but since he complied she figured it was alright. She pulled the broom around one of the castle turrets, swooping and landing on the roof. She leapt of agilely and demanded, "Why were you at the pitch?" He got off and looked around hastily, his cold eyes searching the shadows.
"Because I wanted to watch." He growled as he noted that no one else was around and seemly relaxed.
"You know that Lestrange doesn't allow that! He would have... Well I'm not to sure what he would have done, but it would have been bad." She said rubbing her temples carefully, trying to understand this abstract person before her. He watched her in confusion.
"Why do you care?" He asked stubbornly. She looked at him, thinking to herself, Is he that dense? His repeating of the question only answered her own thoughts. She sighed, knowing this would take a lot of courage and it might be her only chance.
"Severus, Are you that clueless?" She questioned, walking towards him.
He backed up a step and stated "What do you mean?"
"Get on the broom." She sighed as she picked up the broom and got on. He got on afterwards seemingly confused and after some hesitation and they took off.
She landed them near the back entrance to the school, near the dungeons and Slytherin Common room entrance as well. Getting off lightly she turned and waited for him to dismount. He got off slowly and turned to look at her. She took all her courage and reached out and grabbed both his shoulders. He flinched and tried to back up.
"You are the densest kid I've ever met." With that she kissed him lightly and briefly.
"I... um... Bye!" She said, grabbing her broom and rushing off, leaving Severus in a shocked stupor.
Moron, you should have at least told him.. she thought, as she ran straight to her dorm room, rushing right past Andres without saying a word. She collapsed into her bed, unsure of how she was going to face the music of her actions in the morning.