Hey guys! Welcome to "Love's Labors Lost". I'm Kyo's Querida (Joanna) and I'm so glad to be back on fanfiction after a two year hiatus. I really hope my writing's improved and I'm really excited to be back.
Before I go on I have to tell you that the story you'll be reading isn't jsut my work but a combination of my work and my best friend and co-worker's work. She goes by the penname Indiana13 (Bronnie) and you should definitely check out her work because she is awesome.
LLL has been our brain child for a while. We've been working on this idea for what seems like forever and it has been re-worked SO many times before we were able to post. We knew we loved Harry Potter, we both like Snape (Bronnie more than I) and we really wanted to play with an idea that was new and unique. And so the plot began. We hope you like it, and we know it's an odd plot and quite a few of you will be tempted to flame and just so you know your flames will be used to roast our marshmellows.
Disclaimer: JKR owns it all!
Chapter 1:
Rosalind Ann rushed down the hall, trying vainly to write an essay while getting to her potions class. She feared that she was late, but as she glanced at her watch, she suddenly understood that she was late. Rosalind choked, and stopped, allowed the ink to spill all over the floor, and a few pieces of parchment to flutter into the ink puddle. She took a wrong turn because of her agitation, but finally made it down to the dungeon at a record of twenty three minutes late to class.
She opened the door, hoping somehow that it would be quiet and she could slip into the back rows of the room undetected. However, it screeched as loud as though it wanted to let the easily annoyed potions master at the front of the room know she was very tardy. She stood stock-still as gaunt man teaching the class turned serenely to face her.
"I can hardly say I'm surprised," he said tiredly. "See me after class."
"But I – "
"After class." He spat. With that, Professor Snape turned his back on the young girl, and left her to fester in annoyance at her father.
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The cold five feet between them told Rosalind that there was something else bothering her adoptive father, not just her being nearly half an hour late for his class. But as usual, he said nothing about his true feelings, and looked up at her with the general icy stare that he used on the rest of his students.
"Twenty three minutes." He said coldly.
"Yes, I know dad, but – "
"Professor." He spat. After a moment's pause, Rosalind gave in.
"Alright. I know, Professor, but I was – " she was again cut off by her angry father's words.
"This is what….the third time you've been late to my class?" he said. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, and said nothing. The Professor looked at his daughter with a measured look of disappointment.
"Tell me Rosalind," she shuddered at the sound of her name. "Why are you late this time? Another altercation with Scorpius Malfoy? A spirited conversation with Mr Filch..." He stopped only because he saw the half-finished essay sticking out of her pocket. With one fluid wave of his arm, the paper was resting in his hand. It had more inkblots than words, and Snape noticed that his daughter had misspelled 'snorcack' and 'pygmy.'
"...or did you forget to do your work...again?" She cringed a second time.
"Well, you see father-"
"PROFESSOR." He spat.
"PROFESSOR. I couldn't understand the topic." Her excuse was feeble, and said lamely, as though she was quite afraid of what he would do. Snape, however, after a moment of trying to decipher the writing, crumpled it and tossed it in the fire grate. Rosalind groaned.
"Detention tonight will be you cleaning the classroom. Because of its size, I will allow you to use one cleaning charm. Be here." The Professor said. As Rosalind began to protest, however, he gave her such a look that she was surprised she had not simply shriveled away and died.
"Y-yes," she whispered. "Father." Before he had the chance to correct her, though, Rosalind was out the door, and thinking of all the horrid things that she'd rather do with her one cleaning charm.
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Albus Severus Potter was in a bad mood to say the least. There he sat, stewing in the Slytherin common room, all the while not knowing that another being had entered, who was equally upset.
"What's the matter, Potter?" she spat. He turned, and found that he was staring at Rosalind Ann Snape. He glared.
"Nothing." He replied. She plopped down on the couch beside him, and searched his face for a moment. He felt extremely uncomfortable under her searching stare, but after a moment she diverted her attention to her fingernails.
"Detention?" she asked. He let out a choked laugh, but agreed.
"Yeah, McGonagall's mad at me because I transfigured her hat into a vulture." He sniggered. Albus was surprised to find that Rosalind laughed along.
"Well, what's the matter with you, you don't look so well either." He said. She nodded, and sighed.
"My dad just gave me detention for being late to class…and not handing in his essay." She mumbled.
"With his track-record, you're lucky that you're alive." Albus snorted. Rosalind shot him a withering glance that made Albus wonder whether she was adopted after all. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he decided to speak again.
"Um…where?"
"Cleaning the dungeon." She moaned. He nodded.
"Yeah, I've got to mop up the Owlery. Listen, Scorpius and I wanted to know if you and Rose wanted to come with us…we're going to Hogsmede next week…o-only if you want to though." He said this all in a rush, as though he was worried what she might say. She seemed to consider this, but at that moment, a clock chimed seven, and Rosalind threw herself off the couch.
"Listen Al, I really have to go. If I'm late for detention, my dad'll have me skinned. I'll get back to you on Hogsmede!" and with that, she vanished, leaving a very small knot of worry in Albus' stomach.
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~Kyo's Querida & Indiana13