Raven Nights:

A/N and Disclaimer-Harry Potter and any of J.K. Rowling's characters are not mine. This plot is mine (sort of) Raven Turner is mine, and any of the original names that Rowling has not used, are obviously mine. In advance I would like to tell everyone that I know Sirius Black is dead, I just refuse to let him stay dead because he was the best character ever and if he were real I would hunt him down and have his babies…that said, enjoy Raven Nights. Pairing:Serverus Snape and Original Character- Raven Turner- eventually SB/OC read and you will learn.

Warning- Do not read this fiction if you are severely opposed to sexual rendezvous….as this flick is nearly pornographic at times, at first it might seem slow and for that I am deeply sorry, I cannot do fluff, I'm more violent-love, however I hope you enjoy- and you may notice from previous fics that I have a deep seeded infatuation with Snape…but I do love Sirius, that is all.

-Beginnings-

Raven was exhausted.

She was exhausted, morally, mentally, and physically. The gaping wound on her side had stopped bleeding some time ago, and now, the shooting pain the empty hole contained, made Raven's head spin into all directions- she could no longer tell which way was which and her eyesight had failed to focus a while ago. Needless to say she had learned her lesson. Never go up against the bad guy unless you have a good back up or defense.

If she died now it wouldn't matter. She didn't have a home to go to, no family, friends, she was twenty-six years old and what did she have to show for it?- nothing. Nothing but a gaping hole where a meld of skin and bone used to be. The Agency had hired her on, looking for the best, because she was the best. No one compared to her, no one matched her skills- she was the best damn Mole they had, and she was going to die from something like a little curse wound to her abdomen? Not bloody likely!

Raven staggered up the steps to the rundown safe house, there was a group there that called themselves The Order Of The Phoenix, they would help her find out what she had missed, nurse her, in a sense, back to health. With heavy limbs, Raven banged her hand against the door. Thud, thud, thud… there was frantic whispering from the other side and the door opened- the red headed woman on the opposing end screamed as Raven fell through the threshold, the wound beginning to seep blood once again.

FLASHBACK

"If I don't come back, don't be stupid enough to come looking for me, Joaquin, I'm a big girl, I can bloody handle myself." Joaquin eyed her sternly, he had been her partner of sorts, for five years now, and he knew better than to question the prestigious Raven Turner.

"I won't look for you, if you fall, I'll make sure you've fallen with honor, who are they sending you to mislead and betray this time?"

"Lord Voldemort. That crackpot's back in action. Been rising up for years unnoticed, and now The Agency wants to send me in." The Agency wanted to send in one of their own, Raven would have to pass as a Death Eater. She was the only one that would be believable in the role. Pureblooded, quick to anger, even quicker to pull her wand out- woe to any that crossed her, for those that did, did not live long.

"Raven, good luck."

"We never have been friends have we, Joaquin?"

"Friends only get in the way- friends only get put in danger, friends are a weakness, you told me that, that's why you're the best, you don't let things like that hold influence over you."

If only she could believe that as much as he did, then maybe she'd finally live up to the title of "The Best".

Weeks later-

"I say we just kill her, it's been long enough. She's trespassing, she's not welcome here."

"Yes, destroy her."

"No." the cold, snake like voice cut through the night like a knife, "Let me speak with her, you've kept her from me long enough, I can tell if she lies."

Raven smiled to herself, luckily for her, the Agency, had given her a Clear Mind draught, any trace of her cause was hidden from prying eyes… even Lord Voldemort's.

"Hmm… interesting, I find nothing in your mind to give into doubt," Raven's eyes lit up triumphantly, "in fact, I find nothing at all." Raven shifted uncomfortably, the movement undetectable by all around her.

"Felt you had something to hide? Something worth concealing against my judgment? The Clear Mind Draught hides secrets, but it also hides all else, hasn't your Agency told you that? Or are they still convinced that I'm a figment of their imagination?" he turned to a small, rat-faced man at his side, "Wormtail, torture her, I want to hear her scream, I want the Agency to hear her scream. Do it slowly, I need some entertainment." the little man responded with a vigorous-

"Yes my lord, as you wish." he waved over several masked Death Eaters who then bounded on Raven, she grabbed for her wand, her arm was deflected by a slashing beam of light, as some voice yelled: "Crucio!"

Raven bit back a scream as several other curses were cast at her.

Must get away, Raven, come on now, you've been through worse than all this, these curses are barely a flesh wound.

Then came the words Raven had been waiting for. "Avada Kedavra!" she broke free just as the blinding green light, grazed her abdomen. Running, Raven realized that she might not make it to tomorrow- no one lived through Avada Kedavra, well almost no one… and Raven was not him.

Wildly, she searched for an exit, an open window, anything that she could duck through to tend to her wound. All was locked and barred. Nine years of training for missions such as this, and she would die of a pin scratch!

The laughter that bubbled from her throat died in a painful moment of hacking coughs. This pin scratch was a powerful, magical, pin scratch. "Goddamn all hell." she wheezed, as another hacking cough brought blood to her mouth, she hadn't died instantly like so many others had when it came to this curse, they had been lucky, suffering had never happened, they had been and then they hadn't- Raven knew suffering, and this was ten times what suffering was.

She saw the safe house in the distance, hopefully Albus Dumbledore would be there, and hopefully he would end this madness, for what was suffering, if it wasn't madness?

She made it a few steps from the door before her memory went black…

END FLASHBACK

A/N- How was that? I hope this story carries more plot than my others, I am fully and disgustingly infatuated with Serverus Snape, please send me reviews- I will be very grateful for them.