Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! This contains a minor crossover with Soul Eater and others but mainly powers and abilities. Characters from other animes do not show up or count so this will not be made into a crossover. The only character I own is Alice Luna the OC of the story.
I have no Beta reader so please ignore the misspelling if there are any, I will be going over the chapters to check for any.
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Prologue:
Dark, dank, ominous. Those being only a few words Snape would use to describe the place that was Azkaban. A prison where the worst of the worst of wizard criminals go. He being one of those had it not been for Albus Dumbledore saving him.
He gave the place very little thought over the last couple of years as he served under the old Headmaster. Though as of the end of last year, it became an increasingly difficult task doing so as his thoughts reined over a certain inmate he knew so well – Alice Luna
His lips thinned to a fine line at the thought of the woman. Oh he THOUGHT he knew her but realized she was a selfish brat looking after her own hide! She had the gall to sell out the Order and himself to that sorry excuse for a witch Umbridge and the Ministry – all for self-recognition!
Why he thought so often about her, he wouldn't know. Maybe he felt there was something… off about Alice's arrest. Albus explained her treachery and his plan to get rid of her before she became a threat. Everything he said fit perfectly in place. For some odd reason though, he just couldn't believe someone as kind and honest as Alice to be someone so cold and self-absorbed.
He took a deep swig of his fire whiskey, enjoying the burning sensation trail down his throat. He shook; he was being silly. Who cares for a snob like Alice? Out of sight and out of mind right? Well it should be like that but Severus just couldn't get her and Azkaban out of his mind.
He glanced over at the clock over the mantel and sighed. 3a.m… He stayed up all night again thinking about her. ''I've got to stop doing this to myself. She's a traitor and that's that.' He heaved himself off the couch, put the glass and bottle of whiskey away and moved to his bedroom to get well earned sleep.