Un'amore Che Riempie Cosí Tanto

Note from author: Almost every time I read a book, I fall in love with a character. Not the way when someone thinks that the character is well written and its actions just add so much to the story and their personality is explained and just they are, like, a dream character. My falling in love is that if the character were real, I would be their lover. That kind of falling in love.

The character I had the biggest fall over was Severus Snape from the Harry Potter series. I know there are other Snape fans all over the internet and all over the world. But, it seems, a lot of those fans are fans for different ships that involve Snape. I am not one of those fans. Some people create another person for Severus. That is, pretty much, what I have done. But, I didn't just create ONE person for Snape, but a whole family. Not just a wife and kids, but a mother, a father, cousins, aunts and uncles… stuff like that. Even more to the story is his father's domination, father's friends, life with Voldemort… lots of things. And a lot of people have Snape Out Of Character. Now, in some of what I have created, he is OOC, but, in some, he is that same, yet ever so mysterious, canon-Snape.

And now, here is Un'amore Che Riempie Cosí Tanto

(Sorry about the Italian, and I may have some Spanish and/or German)

(And Sorry for the Note at the beginning, I just had to show that out to people)

(Un'amore Che Riempie Cosí Tanto means A Love So Filling)

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(And, if you haven't already, please read the note at the beginning)

Un'amore Che Riempie Cosí Tanto

Chapter One

(Il capitolo Un)

I Wouldn't Trust Him As Far As I Can Throw Him

(No mi fiderei di lui per quanto lontano lo possa lanciare)

Severus Snape, what a name. And what a person who held that name. A greasy haired slime ball, some called him. The world's biggest git, others said. There had been interesting names he had been called. But, today was no time for that. He was late for a meeting at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, the Resistance against the evil Lord Voldemort. But, even worse than being late for this important meeting, today was Severus Snape's birthday. July fourteenth, a summer baby. His father used to slap him on the cheek as many times as he was old. Timothy Alexander Snape always said that Severus was supposed to be an autumn child, born with the breeze, the chilling scent of evil, the falling of leaves, the darkening of color. But, he had been born three months early. A weight of two pounds and fifteen ounces. He almost died. Timothy used to joke that they should have changed his name to Zanobi. (A.N. Zanobi means barely alive)

And even though he didn't see his father anymore, Severus still felt those stinging slaps his father had given on his birthday. His father had been strong man. Powerful, was more like it. Every fortnight Severus was beaten. Not any worse than other pureblood children, but he did bled. His mother always cleaned him up. She helped in every way she could, but she couldn't stop her husband from doing the things he did. He was too powerful.

Severus shook his head, getting the dreadful memories of his childhood out of his head. He always thought his father was a loveless being. And Timothy had passed on some of that lovelessness onto his son. But, remember, only some.

Severus thought of the words on a piece of paper he had been given when the Order was reforming. 'The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London' Written in Dumbledore's curly handwriting. An old beaten up building squeezed its way between the neighboring homes of number eleven and number thirteen.

Severus opened the door and quickly closed it once he was inside. He walked swiftly through the chamber with Mrs. Black's portrait, down a hallway and found the way to the meeting room. He entered in a swish of his black robes and sat down between Kingsley Shaklebolt and Dedalus Diggle.

"Ah…" Dumbledore smiled as Snape sat down. "We were waiting for you Severus."

Snape didn't look at him; instead, he became quite interested with the table. He didn't like being late. He hated it, it could give him a bad reputation and he didn't want or need a bad reputation.

The meeting was more Dumbledore talking then Severus. He only spoke some comments he had for a few things and was unnaturally quiet the rest of the time. He was still listening, but didn't speak out as much as he usually did. The meeting went on for a while. They talked about possible plans that the Dark Lord might have, how he had just gotten over fifty more supporters, and that the Potter boy was having a new dream. The Order had thought that he was over his dreams. He had stopped having them until now. In this new dream, Potter said that he didn't think that he was looking though the Dark Lord's eyes (or, how he says it, Voldemort shudder) because the sight was black and white and the thoughts weren't in words but just a feeling… of curiosity or newness.

After the meeting, Dumbledore called Severus back before he could leave the room. Once everyone else left, Dumbledore started, "Severus, I was wondering if you could keep Harry at your home till September, since we have the proof that your house has very powerful forces around it that would totally prevent Voldemort from getting within a kilometer radius of it." Severus was left with his mouth open. The Potter boy… staying at his HOME! The only place that was supposed to be where he could get rest, though that rarely happened.

"Headmaster, you don't understand… I can't have that boy at my home… You don't know what dwells there other than me." Severus said shakily.

"Severus, Severus, Severus… I'm sure that your family will embrace Harry and be very kind to him."

"My wife will get angry that I brought home a boy without consulting her first, Neil will put all sorts of profanity in Potter's mouth, the twins will teach him how to be better at creating havoc (though I doubt that's possible), Rafale will… well, Rafale will… Rafale will drive him crazy from hearing definitions of words and how his grammar is terrible that… that he'll die from the annoyingness!" Severus declared. Dumbledore was smiling throughout Severus' small speech.

"Severus, I think you're either scared of him or you just have such a big grudge over his father that you won't give him a chance."

"No, that's not it… I… I just… I just don't want him at my home." Severus sighed and looked at the floor.

"How about this, Severus, you also have Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley join Mr. Potter at your home so that he won't cause distraction, disruption, destruction, and so that he won't be board, terrified… So that he has someone to talk to. And so that you don't have to bother with them." Dumbledore suggested. Severus sighed. He didn't know what to say.

"I'll take him. Clarissa will still be angry, even if it is slight. Just… don't make me the one to break this destructing news to him."

"That's fine Severus, I'll have Tonks tell him."

"Fine, I'll wait at the exit."

Ψ

"Hi, Tonks," Harry said as Tonks walked in the room he and Ron were sharing.

"Hi, Harry," she said, shutting the door. "Listen, I have some news that you will… uh… get really P.O.ed about."

"What is it?"
"Well, you see, you're gonna havta spend the rest of the summer at Snape's house." She said it all quickly. There was a strange silence as Harry soaked up the words.

"WHAT?" He finally screamed. Tonks ran over and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Clam down Harry! Everything's going to be alright." He pushed her away.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? EVERYTHING WILL NOT BE ALRIGHT! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'I'M GONNA HAVTA SPEND THE REST OF THE SUMMER AT SNAPE'S HOUSE'?" Harry screamed.

"Well, it seems that Snape's house has got some special forces around it that would totally keep You-Know-Who and his army away from you. And that's the only thing on Dumbledore's mind right now, to keep you safe." Tonks explained. Harry stared at her, no words coming.

"But, you see, the kinda good thing is that Ron and Hermione can come with you." Tonks smiled slightly. Harry looked around at Ron.

"Of course I'll come, mate!" Ron said. "And Hermione too, I'll go tell her." And he got up from where he was sitting and walked out the door. Harry sighed and flopped himself on his bed.

"Why me?" He murmured. Tonks sat at the edge of his bed and ruffled his hair.

"I'm glad I'm not you," she said. He looked at her.

"You'd better be. I wish I wasn't me. Then I wouldn't have to go through all this stuff."

"You know, maybe it won't be that bad."

"Maybe it won't be that bad! Tonks, I wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw him."

"What does that mean?"

"It means… that… well, since I can't probably throw Snape all that far… I don't trust him much. Not only that, I don't like him and he loathes me!"

"I'm sure you'll be able to handle it. Now, pack, Snape wants to leave before six tonight and it's four right now, so hurry. I'll help."

Ψ

At five past six, Severus had finally become impatient. Where were those teens? He didn't want to be late coming home like he did leaving it.

After another two minutes, he finally saw the trio coming down the hall towards him. He eyed up their luggage and assumed it would fit in the car. They exited the house together and made their way up the street and crossed to a parking lot for a shabby Rent-By-The-Hour hotel.

Severus walked over to a black Pontiac Firebird with a strange symbol painted on the doors, top and engine cover. He opened the back with a key that he took from a pocket in his shirt.

"Here, put your bags in." He beckoned them over.

"This is your car?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Snape answered curtly.

"Wow," she whispered. "It's in really good shape." He stood back to look at the car.

"Yes… I suppose it is," He murmured. He bit his tongue and finally sighed and packed the rest of the baggage in the trunk. He closed the top and walked over to the driver's side door, placed the key in the hole and turned. Heard all the doors unlock and opened his own. The other three did the same.

The black car had a black satin interior. It was very soft and comfortable to the touch. Snape had the strange symbol that was on the doors made into a metal figure; it was hanging from the rear view mirror.

All three of the teens sat in back, Ron and Harry on the sides and Hermione in the middle. It wasn't too squished, which was good, but it was a little hot inside of the car. They heard Snape put the key into the keyhole to turn on the car. The engine purred to life and Snape drove away from the parking lot.