Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter….God though I wished I did I would be rolling in mounds and mounds of dough.
AN: The beginning may sound a little familiar. If it doesn't it should because I stole it from a popular movie. I can't tell you which though. I don't want to give the game away! Oh by the way later on the chapter may become a bit graphic which is why I have rated this story M for Mature!
Chapter 1: PrologueIt was a cold winter evening and Scarlett and Johnathan Burns were getting ready for John's company Christmas Party. Scarlett had dressed herself in her finest robes. They were pink satin with a white undercoat. The neck hung dangerously low and centered right above her breasts was a diamond pendant. It had been given to her by her mother many years ago. Scarlett had pulled her hair back into a curly bun at the top of her head and loose curls hung on the frame of her face.
As Scarlett was watching out the open window the snow began to fall. She heard the sounds of hooves in the distance clattering on the cobblestone road. A carriage was approaching. The carriage was black and was being pulled by four silver white horses. The coach was a young man. He was nearly twenty and he had blonde hair and was dressed in silver and green robes. She smiled as she saw the carriage round the corner.
"Children, your grandfather is here," she called out grabbing her coat and heading down the stairs.
The carriage pulled up in front of the large three-story mansion. There was a large wrought iron gate surrounding the premises. The letter "B" had been carved into the iron right where the two gate doors met. Along the walkway to the house there were red and white roses.
An old man sitting within the carriage smiled looking out the window. He looked up at the luxurious house and saw two tiny faces peeking out of the second story window. The young coach opened the door and offered the old man a hand. The old man waived it off and grabbed his cane and helped himself out of the carriage.
The man was around sixty years old. He had long gray hair that he had pulled back into a ponytail at the neck secured with a bow. Even though he was only seventy years old he had to walk with a cane because the encounters of his life had given him a hard blow.
He made his way through the gate and up the sidewalk. He took a moment to analyze his surroundings. He had been here many times before and always enjoyed seeing the changes the house had had. He grabbed his cane and knocked softly on the door three times. He heard shuffling around the house and clicking of heels stopping right in front of the door.
He smiled as the door opened and standing there was Scarlett with a smile of angels back at him.
"Daddy," she said softly pulling the old man into a hug. As they left each others embrace John appeared next to his wife. He extended his hand which the elder gladly shook.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice Mr.---," But the old man cut him off.
"Johnathan, my dear lad, what grandfather could think of anything better than spending the evening with his grandchildren." The old man had finished just as two young children peeked around the corner from the other room.
"Now, dad, the kids are already in bed and shouldn't be any trouble at all. You can just have a quiet evening in front of the fire with a nice cup of tea and a good book," Scarlett said while Johnathan opened the door and held it for his wife as he motioned her to come along.
"Don't worry Scarlett they won't be any trouble," the old man said winking to the children.
Scarlett noticed this and quickly turned around. It was too late, however, the children had already hidden. The parent's left and the old man watched out the window as his daughter and son in law left. He turned around quickly to see the children standing in front of him.
"Oh ho!"
The kids ran forward and each hugged one of their grandfather's legs. He smiled down at them. "His beautiful grandchildren," he thought to himself. Janet, the oldest, was six years old. She was a splitting image of her mother with brown hair and brown eyes. She resembled her grandmother a little too. "God rest her soul," he thought of his late wife. Adrian, the youngest, was only two. He was a splitting image of the old man. Adrian had just barely learned to walk and had to steady himself by holding onto his grandfathers pants.
"What shall we do this evening?" the old man asked. The children ran into the living room and set on the large Victorian couch. The old man smiled at this and made his way to the living room.
"Tell us a story," Janet said looking at her grandfather with her big brown puppy dog eyes.
"But, alas my dear, I haven't a story to tell," he said teasing.
"Pwease, grandpy," Adrian said. The old man sighed in defeat. How could he resist that little boy's charm? He lowered his head making his way toward the chair across from the couch. He set his can on his lap and began his story.
"Severus Snape could never love. Or so many believed without a doubt. But he did love. He loved himself. But even more than himself he loved a brown eyed bushy haired know it all Gryffindor."
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