Summery: Snape's worst memory: the day he's publicly humiliated in front of his classmates. Stupid Marauders. But is it really his worst memory? Harry never did got to see the end... A marauder era story

Picks up at the end of Snape's worst memory

This is a marauder era story by Azalia Fallen

Severus dangled helplessly of the ground as he watched in horror, seeing what his words had done to Lily. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

"Who wants to see my take of Snivelly's pants" Prongs smirked, clearly waiting for the approval of his audience. Sirius Snickered.

"I don't think it's very funny." A quiet voice sounded. The marauders all looked in the direction of the sound. Adell Sanctimonia emerged from behind a tree with no emotion showing on her face. All of her tiny fourth year structure was drawn up to it's limits, and she strode forward looking very different from the little scrap of a girl she usually was. People could sometimes see her bearing a notebook with her head tilted don like a disobedient dog and a shifty glance like someone trying to commit everything she saw to memory. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Really?" Because I think it's as funny as hell." Sirius said. Wormtail snickered. She took a few more steps and anger pierced her grey-blue eyes.

"You would Black. I've seen you around the castle, always picking on others for no good reason, filled with an inner since of nobility." Sirius was a little taken aback. She was a Slytherin, but no girl was completely immune to the Sirius Black charm. Except maybe Evans... James interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey! I know who you are. Your the transfiguration dunce of the fourth year." Adell's cheeks flushed scarlet and Sirius smiled.

"Why don't you run along now and stop meddling in things that aren't your business."

"It's my business when the innocent are hurt."

"Little Snivillus isn't so innocent, and who gave you the job to duel out Justice? Last time I checked you were a Slytherin." James retorted.

"Does being a Slytherin make me the enemy?" she inquired. James had the sinking feeling that he was being led into a trap only a Slytherin could set, he was reluctant to answer. But Padfoot lacked the insight James had.

"Of coarse it does!" Sirius snorted.

"So does this imply that you're the hero?" she probed further.

"Of coarse! Griffyndors; were dwell the brave at heart! What else would we be?" James almost moaned at the idiocy his friend was exposing. Adell's upper lip twitched.

"Your ignorance surprises me. Here I thought you got good grades." She smirked the signature slytherin smirk. James had never seen her smirk before. She was like the slytherin that had been stripped of all her Slytherin-ness. Now he realized that the slytherin was just hiding inside. Sirius glowered. No one, No one called Sirius Black ignorant.

"You're a fourth year slytherin who's failing transfiguration. Not only that, but you're a girl, and half our size. I think you should be wary of who you pick fights with!" Adell gulped. Every bit of her was screaming 'RUN AWAY! SAVE YOURSELF!' but she swallowed the slytherin instinct and took one more step towards Sirius. Peter shifted his wait but stayed where he was. He was on the stronger side. Right? Moony's eyes were bugging out of his head. The transfiguration book lay in his lap, forgotten. Adell took this moment to speak.

"You will soon find that not all Hufflepuffs are loyal, not all Ravenclaws are smart, not all Slytherins are evil, and not all Gryfondors are brave. You can't just see things in black or white. Or red and green as it may be." James snorted.

"Are you mental? Of coarse they are! The hat reads your mind!"

"People change. And look at you."

"huh?" Said James. Moony understood what was happening. But like in a nightmare, all he could do was watch. Adell smiled. This was just what she wanted. Wasn't it?

"Who would have ever thought that sniveling, bullying toe rags would have ever gotten into Gryffendor? Yet here you stand." She tried not to smirk, but it shined through her eyes. Sirius and James had reached the end of there patience. They drew there wands, but had no time before she through a shield charm at them. Hex's flew so fast, that dust seemed to surround them. When It settled, No one had a closed mouth. Adell was standing with Wormtail at wand point. No one was laughing at the tiny girl now. Realizing the currant situation, Sirius and James lowered they're wands. Adell cleared her throat.

"Let Severus go." Who? Oh, him. Everyone looked up to see a very red in the face, very humiliated, astonished, and ticked of Snape. It seemed that everyone but Adell had forgotten what the argument had been about. Finding no escape, James spat at the ground.

"Have it your way, Sanctamonia." The Marauders (including a shocked-into-submission Moony) made haste back to the castle as soon as Peter was thrust upon them. As they left the could here Mooney's voice "I hope that was excitement enough for you, Padfoot."

The crowds began to thin and Adell looked at the heap on the ground that was Severus Snape. Hoping to cling to the last shred of pride he had left, he righted himself, and dusted of his robe. He then turned to Adell. Why had she helped him? He had to say something. Anything.

"I didn't need your help." He told her curtly. She just looked into his black eyes.

"I didn't need your approval." She replied. And Adell turned back to the castle and walked away. Snape watched her go in a state of shock. Finally a coherent thought crossed over his mind.

"What the Bloody Hell was that all about?"