Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, no matter how much I wish. This belongs to J.K. Rowling, all bow down to her. J I do, however, own the OC and the plot.

Severus Snape sits in a high-backed chair, scowling at the people that are mulling about and talking. He watches the plump little Molly Weasley try to make food for the lot of them, screaming at her twin sons who keep using apparition to poke her and disapparite away again. He sighs deeply, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples as if to ward off an oncoming headache. The door to Grimmauld Place open, and Remus Lupin walks in with a figure behind him. The figure is slight and relatively short, definitely female, wrapped up in a travelling cloak with the hood pulled over their face. Severus looks up with a scowl at the disturbance, and the whole house grows quiet. The woman shakes off the cloak, and Severus nearly has a heart attack. The woman standing beside an openly-grinning Lupin is a woman, about five-foot-seven, with long blonde hair that falls straight down her back to her hips and bright blue eyes. She smiles cheekily, dimples flashing in her cheeks, her heart shaped lips parting to show brilliantly white teeth. Her all-black clothing contrasts with her golden beauty, her heels clicking on the floor. Sirius Black stands up and rushes over to hug her, his purple velvet coat flapping behind him.

"Mackenzi!" The woman laughs happily, and hugs the tall man back. She pulls away and smiles back at Lupin, who gives a shy but cheeky smile in return. Severus gets up from the table to move out of the room, but ends up becoming frozen on the spot as he hears her rich, smooth voice call out his name.

"Severus!" Severus slowly turns around, his whole frame stiff, to look down at Mackenzi, who is smiling softly up at him. A soft, warm hand finds its way to his cheek, "Severus, it's been too long…have you been alright?"

And with that, Severus stalks out of the room and quickly makes his way out of the door and across the street. He does not notice his feet moving away from the house, he just notices the faint warmness that is fading quickly from his cheek. He lets out a shaky breath and leans himself against a tree, shivering from the cold. His dark eyes look up through his greasy hair to the sky above, his breath coming in short gasps, his heart beating hard against his ribcage. Looking down at his pale hands, he shakes his head and starts to walk a little further, out of the light of the street, and uses apparition to leave the street and finds himself on a grassy knoll overlooking the city. Severus tightens his cloak about his shoulders, shaking off the feeling that he is not where he is supposed to be, a feeling that he had become used to in his school years. Looking up at the dark English sky, he sighs once more and closes his eyes. He will not be shaken by an old…friend, if he dares to call her that. He has a mission to do, and he will finish it.

Review, please! Sorry that the chapter is so short, I promise they won't all be like this!

~R