A/N This story I hope will be good... so far I have no idea what is going to happen, but I hope you give my first chapter a try... Please R&R!!:)

Chapter one,

'So you are coming to me for help, you say?' Professor Severus Snape watched the dark haired lady sitting on the chair on the opposite side of the table. The way she spoke kind of spooked him out. It was a hoarse kind of whisper, wanting to say something else than what it actually said.

'That may be right,' he replied uncertainly. This was the first time ever he had dared to visit a fortune-teller. The one at Hogwarts had scared him enough to know that to mess with a fortune-teller was like wrestling a dragon. The lady leant closer to him, and the blue silky scarf she was wearing around her head fell down a bit so that he could see her eyes out of the darkness. She was just as freaky as the room they were in.

'You have something bothering you and you want me to tell you if it is something to worry about, isn't it so,' the fortune-teller whispered. It was not a question, but more of an answer. Snape nodded. 'Give me your hand,' the fortune-teller commanded. Snape unwillingly took up his hand and the fortune-teller grabbed it.

'Ouch! That hurt!' Snape screamed, trying to pull his hand back, but the fortune-teller didn't let go. 'Get off!' he said trying to pull her hand of but with no success.

'You have a strong will,' the fortune-teller said in a dry but firm voice. Snape stopped trying to pull his arm away and loosened a bit. 'A strong will is always helpful. A strong will, will make it easier for your wills to come true,' Snape didn't completely understand what the lady was going on about, but he was listening as closely as possible. 'Tell me what your problem is, my dear,' Snape looked up. He had been hoping the fortune- teller would have been able to see the problem through him, and hadn't been counting on having that question asked.

'I thought fortune-tellers could read thoughts,' he said angrily. The fortune-teller made a small wave with her hand.

'Thoughts can be read if they are strong enough, but yours clearly aren't,' she said. These words annoyed Snape. Was she telling him he wasn't worrying enough about his problem?

'Do fortune-tellers have some sort of quiet commitment?' he asked.

'We don't need them,' the fortune-teller replied. There was no sound of offence in her words, but her eyes looked through Snape with a look of hatred as if she knew things he had done, no one else knew. 'We can only speak of words coming from ourselves,' Snape looked away from the fortune- teller. Did he dare actually say why he was there? So far he didn't trust her very much. After a second he turned back and looked at her. Her stare wasn't as hard any more, but it didn't comfort him.

'Well, if I say it this way... I haven't...' he couldn't make out the right words. '. I haven't... had a relationship with a woman. for a very long time,'

'Sexually?' the fortune-teller asked.

'For the love of peace! Of course that is what I mean!' he burst out angrily. He felt a bit relieved after getting the words out of him.

'How long?' the fortune-teller asked. Her mysterious look had disappeared from her face. It was more as if she more wanted the gossip than give the help.

'That is none of your business!' he shouted across the table. The fortune- teller jumped back a bit. 'All I want to know, is how long in the future this. this. this thing is going to last!'

'Calm down, sir,' the fortune-teller said in her normal hoarse voice. 'I won't be able to help you with all this anger inside you,'

'I am not angry,' he said, suddenly realising he was standing up. He sat down a bit embarrassed. Of course the fortune-teller got people with the same problem coming there all the time. He wouldn't have needed to react so strongly.

'Look into my eyes, Mr Snape,' the fortune-teller commanded.

'It's professor Snape,' Snape corrected. He hated being called Mr Snape. It was as if he was a shoe-shop owner or something.

'Professor Snape then, please look into my eyes if you want me to give you the future,' Snape unwillingly looked the fortune-tellers cold eyes. They were wide opening as if sucking something in.

'I see a much brighter time ahead,' she suddenly said. 'These bright times are going to lead to an event that might affect your whole entire life,'

'What do you mean?' Snape asked.

'What do you mean, what do you mean? I don't know what I mean. I am just saying exactly what I saw!' the fortune-teller said offended.

'Well what does it say I am going to do?'

'Loosen up and get a life,' the fortune-teller said and stood up. 'Now, if you'll excuse me, but our time is up, and I need to go,'

'Hey, wait a minute! You didn't tell me the answer to my worries!' Snape shouted at her. She was turned away from him and apparently packing a brown brief case.

'Mr... Professor Snape, your life is going to change, I can tell you that. But how, I don't know. You are going to find the right one someday. I suggest you go out and party, and search,'

'I am not looking for someone to marry!' Snape said walking up to her. 'You know what I am after,'

'What were pubs invented for?' the fortune-teller said. She wasn't at all as mysterious as before. Now she was more someone you would dare to slap without the feeling they would get back at you.

'I paid you to make me stop worrying,' Snape said in a weak voice. 'You haven't done that!'

'Book another time if you want more information on your future, but learn this; you can't break into the privacy of the future which I will do if I dare see things I really shouldn't. Now, I am late to pick up my four-year old from school, so if you'll excuse me,'

With that she walked out of the room leaving Snape to stare after her.