I do not own Harry Potter. I do this because I am a huge fan.
Severus Snape and the Third Year Ravenclaw
Chapter One: The Girl in the Library
My head hurts. It hurts tremendously, and I have one more class with the Maurauders. What did I do to deserve that? I need to get away from them; at least for one hour. I know one place I can get refuge from the four that plague me so: the library. I scan through the shelves looking for something that will ease my mind, or this damn headache. The sheer stupidity of my generation scares me, and it makes me wonder about the offspring. I find my table and I sit down divulging into the book. I glance up for a second and I see her sitting there. That little Ravenclaw girl spends as much time in here as I do. How old is she? Thirteen? Fourteen? Hell I don't know, and I don't really care. I put my book down and watch her read, write, read, and write. What is she doing? I guess a parchment for Defence Against the Dark Arts by the length. She's a little brunette and she has blue eyes; I don't know why I'm watching her. She is skimming feverishly through the book, and she looks satisfied with what she is doing. I see my worst enemy, Sirius Black come up behind her and scare her. She turns around, looks at him, and turns back to her work. I notice she rolls her eyes and mocks what he is saying. I watch her mouth, "You are a huge idiot, I hate you, go away you loser." I snicker and look back at my book; she is smart. Finally, I hear her say, "Black, go find my sister! I don't know where she is at, and I don't care. As long it gets you away from me!" Madame Pince silences her and Black finally leaves. I am glad. Maybe my head will quit hurting now. I look at her; she starts her work back and gives a frustrated sigh. She looks in my direction and squints her eyes at me. What the hell is she looking at? Oh no, she is coming my way. What the hell does she want? "When you are done with that book please let me see it. I need it to finish my parchment." I nod my head at her, and slide the book to her. "Are you sure? If you need it, I can wait."
"Take it. I didn't need it for anything." I answer her, and she still stands there looking at me. Dammit! I gave her the damn book that should be enough, why isn't she leaving?
"I'm Desdemona Evanwood." She extends her hand and puts a bright smile on her face. "What is your name?" I notice her eyes widen just like her smile.
I finally realize why Black was bothering her. Her sister is Esmeralda Evanwood, Black's dumb, blonde girlfriend. I guess I'll be cordial to her; I take her hand and shake it. "Severus Snape." I reply. I take my hand back and continue to sit there. I guess she expects me to participate in conversation with her.
"I'm a third year, but you probably could have guessed that." She looks to the ground, and then looks back at me. "I'm bothering you. I'll leave." She grabs the book, and proceeds to leave.
I don't know why, but I open my mouth and say. "I'm in my sixth year, Slytherin. You are in here everyday. I've seen you somewhere else before." Why in the hell am I talking to her?
"The Slug Club meetings." She sits down across from me, and looks down at the table. "I see you in here too. I'm not very popular, and I don't have many friends. The only people that talk to me are Narcissa and Bellatrix. They want me to join some club after I turn seventeen. I laugh at them and tell them, that is four years from now." She laughs and says, "Narcissa and Bellatrix are the only two Blacks I get along with. Sirius, my sister's idiot boyfriend, tells me that they are evil. Narcissa and Bellatrix don't play nasty tricks on me though." I look at her. She is so naïve, Narcissa and Bellatrix are trying to recruit early. She must be the smartest Ravenclaw, and not to mention either pure or half-blood. Leave it to those Black girls to corrupt a girl so innocent.
"Narcissa and Bellatrix are not so bad." I reply. "Sirius is another matter all to himself. Why did Narcissa and Bellatrix become you friends for?" I want to know her lineage. She could be invaluable to whatever side she is on. Desdemona looks at me quizzically.
"Because they said I was pretty, and they are interested in my father's work. He is Byron Evanwood. My mother is Damara LaCrosse; she is a pureblood. She went to Beauxbatons though." I know why they are so interested in her. Her father is pure and her mother is pure. Desdemona is just like the Black girls; purest of the pure. They are trying to groom her into their protégé. How evil! I look at her face. She looks nothing like Esmeralda, and thankfully she acts nothing like her. Otherwise, I couldn't stand being in the same room with her, let alone a conversation. "My sister is adopted. She is actually my cousin; she is half-blood. Aunt Sophie dated a muggleborn. She died in childbirth with Esmeralda." I knew that this girl could not share too many of the same genes as airheaded Esmeralda. I am a cynic among people, and I find this girl quite charming. Not so much she is annoying, but innocent and experienced at the same time. This girl is quite the paradox: so naïve and yet very intelligent. While she is talking I scan through her parchment. It is very well written and informative. I look at this girl with a look of innocence on her face. Should I tell Narcissa and Bellatrix to leave her alone? Hell, I've been thinking of joining myself. This girl. What is it about her? She is attractive, for a thirteen year old. What the hell am I thinking? I'm sixteen and this girl is thirteen. Plus, the girls in this school are oversexed and trashy. Desdemona is not. Why am I thinking of her by her name? I can't lose my reputation for being an ass on her. "Are you okay Severus?" She interrupted my thoughts.
"Yeah, I was just thinking of something." I don't have feelings for her, but I have the desire to protect her. Protect her from what I don't know. Why am I being like this? I just met the damn girl and yet I have the desire to be her friend. I don't have friends, and I don't like people, especially girls. She is different. What is it about her?