Hi! I'm madwoman, this is my first HP fic, don't laugh. I'll except your flames and what not, valid criticism please . Not this, it sucks cos, it ... er sucks. Ya know?
Well this is a SNAPE fic! *Snapes fans go wild*
Its set in his death eater days and he's about ... 23 -24 I'd say. There are original characters and looooove, Um I'll keep it as PG -13 for now but I'll change it when the time comes, k?
AND ... I have been reading HP fics for a while and get the gist so I'm not *that* ignorant of the little HP fanfiction rules.
Okay I think I've rambled on a little TOO much, so here we go! No wait, the disclaimer.
*Sigh*
DISCLAIMER: clear enough for ya? Okay Snape, Voldie and all other characters that J.K Rowling made up are not mine, then why I ask would I be writing fanfiction? Oh yes, Kate belongs to me and other people (s) that I, moi, me made up. GOT IT? Good, we shall begin.
This just may be a one shot, if you wish for this to continue, say so in the review, k?
Chapter 1: Severus Snape
A darkness hung over the small stone dungeon, so that any patch of light that dared leave its mark was smothered.
Adding to the unfriendly atmosphere was the fact that it was freezing cold. It was surprising that icicles hadn't began to form on the high, arched ceiling.
Then, breaking the formidable silence, the dungeon door opened revealing a small, blond woman.
She looked around nervously but realising she was alone, she began breathing again.
This young woman was hoping that one named Severus Snape would not be here, brooding around the steaming cauldrons, lips thinning when he saw that she had arrived.
But to her relief the huge small room was totally devoid of any Severus Snape's.
Smiling a little she hung her blue travelling cloak on a hook by the door then walked quickly over to a cauldron, it was bubbling slightly. Great yellow bubbles burst to the surface then popped and sprayed small amounts of Potion on the floor.
Sighing, she sprinkled some blue powder over the top and immediately it stopped bubbling, then with a wave of her wand she cleaned up the yellow potion that had spilt.
She was so glad that he was not here, he would have come down on her like a ton of bricks.
he was a hard boss to work for, Severus Snape. You could never make mistakes in his presence, its like calling Voldemort weak, you just don't do that.
Poor Kate Montauge had been working for Severus Snape for only a week and she knew from experience, Severus was not easy to please. Mistakes or no mistakes this man was as hard to please as your formidable mother - in - law.
You can't.
Now Kate Montague worked in Madam Zambini's Apothecary, and her boss, Severus Snape was under Madam Zambini.
Madam Zambini was a nice, but fiercely intelligent woman, who knew how to whip up any Potion any time.
But her knowledge of the dark arts was put to use in her Apothecary. You see Madam Zambini's was on Knockturn Ally, the place where no Auror would go alone. It was Voldemorts hang out and the deatheaters suburb.
So, as you have already gathered this shop dealed in dark Potion making.
Madam Zambini's was a well known shop and many who were not the best at whipping up a complicated flesh eating Potion could come here.
It was famous for being able to make anything.
With her ambition and determination she had started her shop in which Severus Snape, Kate Montague and herself kept running.
She began absent mindedly stirring her Potion when the slam of the door brought her back into reality.
She turned around to meet Severus Snape's cold, black eyes.
He did not look happy.
Taking off his black travelling cloak he sweeped to wards her.
"Good morning Miss Montague"
He said in his silkiest voice, she looked up from her cauldron and muttered her 'goodmorning's.
Robes billowing out around him the draft he stalked towards her.
"I see your Potions still standing"
She looked down, it was natural for her to do this when being criticised. Severus quite enjoyed this, well the domineering, killer part did anyway.
"Yes"
She mumbled, smirking to himself he went to attend his own cauldrons. After a while of throwing in some new ingredients on a particularly hard one, satisfied he moved on to the next.
Her boss was very thorough with his work and when he made a mistake the second try would always result in success. He had a knack for potions, her boss.
For her, Potions was always second best, charms on the top. Her family had not been pleased with this, well they were never pleased with her. Looking totally different from the rest of her family didn't help their hatred for her.
The last straw must have been when she was put in Ravenclaw. Her Mother, tight-lipped and eyes blazing with fury had told her quite clearly that she was not loved and never would be.
Being only eleven had ran off crying, and still would never understand them No matter how hard she tried they simply were to hard to please.
Just like Severus Snape, she was still trying with him just to see if it were possible to.
Sighing inwardly she got up and checked the cauldrons she was in charge of. Her boss, gave her a 'why didn't you do that earlier?' look but she just continued on walking.
His black eyes never lied, only when they 'blanked out' that's what she called it when his eyes went emotionless.
It was truly frightening when this happened.
All the other caldrons seemed safe enough, only the sleeping death needed ingredients added so she was free to plonk back on her seat and daydream.
Severus Snape found this quite annoying when she sat there staring wistfully into space, her blue eyes sparkling slightly.
He wondered how she could just sit there doing nothing, scowling he spoke up.
"Miss Montague could you please get the Potion done for Mr. Malfoy, I think he would like it *on* time."
His voice sounded across the dungeon, harshly jolting her out of a pleasant daydream.
She nodded and mumbled her apologies then went to find what exactly Mr. Malfoy wanted. Nimbly she walked over to the other end of the room, her feet hardly making a sound on the cold, hard floors.
Stuck on the wall was a list of names and the order underneath, she found Mr. Malfoy after a name that had been ticked, he wanted a practically nasty one that was called 'Kanika Potion'. It was called Kanika after the witch who discovered it but she didn't live long since it spilled all over her and turned her inside out then slowly rotted.
This one was dangerous because if one drop touched you it would take affect. Shuddering at the thought she wandered over to a towering bookcase in the corner.
All these books seemed to have been banned or looked old and battered, she chose one entitled 'Flesh devouring and flesh eating Potions'
No wonder Mr. Malfoy didn't want to brew it himself, I don't. She thought to herself.
Heaving the huge old book into her arms she quickly walked over to a free cauldron and began searching.
All the Potions in this book where either very grotesque or really weird.
After much searching she found it. The ingredients took up two pages and the writing was tiny. Sighing ripped out the two pages and trudged off to the store room.
Unluckily the storeroom door was open and a disgruntled Severus Snape stood on one of the shelves, gathering ingredients.
Gulping she stepped inside. The first ingredients were pretty easy but once on the other page they got complicated and harder to find.
She and Severus Snape bustled around the squashed storeroom grabbing various things off the shelves.
The last two things on her list she could not find, they're here somewhere, she thought.
On the top shelf she spotted what she was looking for, human fingers.
Whispering the summoning charm it flew off the shelf and belted towards her.
Moving back she caught it just in time, but she was beginning to over balance, her arms flapped wildly and Severus Snape gave a strangled cry as fell back on him.
As he fell he hit his head on the shelf sending jars crashing to the ground, as for her the glass jar jumped out of her hands, smashing into the stone floor.
She couldn't believe her clumsiness, remembering that she was lying on her Boss's chest - not a good idea- she quickly jumped up.
"God, I'm so, so sorry. Here let me help you up."
She offered her shaking hand to the dishevelled man on the ground, he took it and she heaved him upright.
His black eyes flashed and teeth bared he advanced apon the shaking girl. She bit her lip as he stood in front of her, there was nothing as horrible as getting Severus Snape mad.
"Next time Miss Montague -his voice dripping with sarcasm- USE THE LADDER"
He gave her a cold smile and turned to leave, but stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"This will be coming out of your pay and I think it would be *fair* if you explained to Mr. Malfoy why his Potion is going to be late, got it?"
He said in a low hiss, then glaring madly he walked out leaving Kate Montague shaking madly staring at Severus Snapes retreating back.
*
Severus muttered to himself as he walked home, he'd had a bad day, his assistant had destroyed half of the shelves and bowling him over in the process, then he had to endure the fact that she hardly looked at him for the entire day because he had yelled at her.
Not that he didn't mind it was just that she usually tried to make conversation but when she didn't everything was so tense, at least he had caused the tense and had nothing to be afraid of.
Also, he had got sore, bruised ribs from when she had fallen on him and a huge red bump on his head.
It wasn't that he didn't like the pain, it was only little.
The grim street of Knockturn ally was deserted at night, only a couple brave souls dare venture out, he was one of them.
Severus looked up, it was a clear night tonight, the stars shined brightly down. He liked the stars, they where so nice to just look at.
Remembering that walking round with your head up generally lead up to crashing into a lamp post.
That would not be pretty.
But the stars were no concern to him tonight. Tonight he planed to get some sleep, no deatheater meetings, no Potions to do.
For once he could relax.
It felt rather cold, to cold infect. He rubbed his arms to warm up, then he realised that he had left his cloak behind.
God was I that mad? He mused half heartedly.
He was just about to turn back when he heard a small voice echoing in the empty street.
That voice was calling his name.
Grabbing his wand he listened intently, a figure came round the corner and dashed towards him, who was it?
Under his breath he muttered 'lumous' and a thin beam of wand light travelled across the road and connected with Kate Montague.
She had something under her arm, it looked like a travelling cloak, no his travelling cloak.
"Severus ... y-your cloak ... "
She said sounding out of breath.
After a short pause she handed him his cloak, after a quick smile she waved and ran off into the distance, he began to thank her but with a small pop she had dis-apperated.
Staring down the dark and gloomy street he swung his cloak over his shoulders, a voice sounded from the shadows, a soft cunning voice that he knew all to well.
"Severus, Severus Severus, hanging round with my sister now are we? She really isn't your type"
Oooooo a cliff-hanger .. er well kinda..
Please review PLEASE!!!!!!!!
Thank you..
Well this is a SNAPE fic! *Snapes fans go wild*
Its set in his death eater days and he's about ... 23 -24 I'd say. There are original characters and looooove, Um I'll keep it as PG -13 for now but I'll change it when the time comes, k?
AND ... I have been reading HP fics for a while and get the gist so I'm not *that* ignorant of the little HP fanfiction rules.
Okay I think I've rambled on a little TOO much, so here we go! No wait, the disclaimer.
*Sigh*
DISCLAIMER: clear enough for ya? Okay Snape, Voldie and all other characters that J.K Rowling made up are not mine, then why I ask would I be writing fanfiction? Oh yes, Kate belongs to me and other people (s) that I, moi, me made up. GOT IT? Good, we shall begin.
This just may be a one shot, if you wish for this to continue, say so in the review, k?
Chapter 1: Severus Snape
A darkness hung over the small stone dungeon, so that any patch of light that dared leave its mark was smothered.
Adding to the unfriendly atmosphere was the fact that it was freezing cold. It was surprising that icicles hadn't began to form on the high, arched ceiling.
Then, breaking the formidable silence, the dungeon door opened revealing a small, blond woman.
She looked around nervously but realising she was alone, she began breathing again.
This young woman was hoping that one named Severus Snape would not be here, brooding around the steaming cauldrons, lips thinning when he saw that she had arrived.
But to her relief the huge small room was totally devoid of any Severus Snape's.
Smiling a little she hung her blue travelling cloak on a hook by the door then walked quickly over to a cauldron, it was bubbling slightly. Great yellow bubbles burst to the surface then popped and sprayed small amounts of Potion on the floor.
Sighing, she sprinkled some blue powder over the top and immediately it stopped bubbling, then with a wave of her wand she cleaned up the yellow potion that had spilt.
She was so glad that he was not here, he would have come down on her like a ton of bricks.
he was a hard boss to work for, Severus Snape. You could never make mistakes in his presence, its like calling Voldemort weak, you just don't do that.
Poor Kate Montauge had been working for Severus Snape for only a week and she knew from experience, Severus was not easy to please. Mistakes or no mistakes this man was as hard to please as your formidable mother - in - law.
You can't.
Now Kate Montague worked in Madam Zambini's Apothecary, and her boss, Severus Snape was under Madam Zambini.
Madam Zambini was a nice, but fiercely intelligent woman, who knew how to whip up any Potion any time.
But her knowledge of the dark arts was put to use in her Apothecary. You see Madam Zambini's was on Knockturn Ally, the place where no Auror would go alone. It was Voldemorts hang out and the deatheaters suburb.
So, as you have already gathered this shop dealed in dark Potion making.
Madam Zambini's was a well known shop and many who were not the best at whipping up a complicated flesh eating Potion could come here.
It was famous for being able to make anything.
With her ambition and determination she had started her shop in which Severus Snape, Kate Montague and herself kept running.
She began absent mindedly stirring her Potion when the slam of the door brought her back into reality.
She turned around to meet Severus Snape's cold, black eyes.
He did not look happy.
Taking off his black travelling cloak he sweeped to wards her.
"Good morning Miss Montague"
He said in his silkiest voice, she looked up from her cauldron and muttered her 'goodmorning's.
Robes billowing out around him the draft he stalked towards her.
"I see your Potions still standing"
She looked down, it was natural for her to do this when being criticised. Severus quite enjoyed this, well the domineering, killer part did anyway.
"Yes"
She mumbled, smirking to himself he went to attend his own cauldrons. After a while of throwing in some new ingredients on a particularly hard one, satisfied he moved on to the next.
Her boss was very thorough with his work and when he made a mistake the second try would always result in success. He had a knack for potions, her boss.
For her, Potions was always second best, charms on the top. Her family had not been pleased with this, well they were never pleased with her. Looking totally different from the rest of her family didn't help their hatred for her.
The last straw must have been when she was put in Ravenclaw. Her Mother, tight-lipped and eyes blazing with fury had told her quite clearly that she was not loved and never would be.
Being only eleven had ran off crying, and still would never understand them No matter how hard she tried they simply were to hard to please.
Just like Severus Snape, she was still trying with him just to see if it were possible to.
Sighing inwardly she got up and checked the cauldrons she was in charge of. Her boss, gave her a 'why didn't you do that earlier?' look but she just continued on walking.
His black eyes never lied, only when they 'blanked out' that's what she called it when his eyes went emotionless.
It was truly frightening when this happened.
All the other caldrons seemed safe enough, only the sleeping death needed ingredients added so she was free to plonk back on her seat and daydream.
Severus Snape found this quite annoying when she sat there staring wistfully into space, her blue eyes sparkling slightly.
He wondered how she could just sit there doing nothing, scowling he spoke up.
"Miss Montague could you please get the Potion done for Mr. Malfoy, I think he would like it *on* time."
His voice sounded across the dungeon, harshly jolting her out of a pleasant daydream.
She nodded and mumbled her apologies then went to find what exactly Mr. Malfoy wanted. Nimbly she walked over to the other end of the room, her feet hardly making a sound on the cold, hard floors.
Stuck on the wall was a list of names and the order underneath, she found Mr. Malfoy after a name that had been ticked, he wanted a practically nasty one that was called 'Kanika Potion'. It was called Kanika after the witch who discovered it but she didn't live long since it spilled all over her and turned her inside out then slowly rotted.
This one was dangerous because if one drop touched you it would take affect. Shuddering at the thought she wandered over to a towering bookcase in the corner.
All these books seemed to have been banned or looked old and battered, she chose one entitled 'Flesh devouring and flesh eating Potions'
No wonder Mr. Malfoy didn't want to brew it himself, I don't. She thought to herself.
Heaving the huge old book into her arms she quickly walked over to a free cauldron and began searching.
All the Potions in this book where either very grotesque or really weird.
After much searching she found it. The ingredients took up two pages and the writing was tiny. Sighing ripped out the two pages and trudged off to the store room.
Unluckily the storeroom door was open and a disgruntled Severus Snape stood on one of the shelves, gathering ingredients.
Gulping she stepped inside. The first ingredients were pretty easy but once on the other page they got complicated and harder to find.
She and Severus Snape bustled around the squashed storeroom grabbing various things off the shelves.
The last two things on her list she could not find, they're here somewhere, she thought.
On the top shelf she spotted what she was looking for, human fingers.
Whispering the summoning charm it flew off the shelf and belted towards her.
Moving back she caught it just in time, but she was beginning to over balance, her arms flapped wildly and Severus Snape gave a strangled cry as fell back on him.
As he fell he hit his head on the shelf sending jars crashing to the ground, as for her the glass jar jumped out of her hands, smashing into the stone floor.
She couldn't believe her clumsiness, remembering that she was lying on her Boss's chest - not a good idea- she quickly jumped up.
"God, I'm so, so sorry. Here let me help you up."
She offered her shaking hand to the dishevelled man on the ground, he took it and she heaved him upright.
His black eyes flashed and teeth bared he advanced apon the shaking girl. She bit her lip as he stood in front of her, there was nothing as horrible as getting Severus Snape mad.
"Next time Miss Montague -his voice dripping with sarcasm- USE THE LADDER"
He gave her a cold smile and turned to leave, but stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"This will be coming out of your pay and I think it would be *fair* if you explained to Mr. Malfoy why his Potion is going to be late, got it?"
He said in a low hiss, then glaring madly he walked out leaving Kate Montague shaking madly staring at Severus Snapes retreating back.
*
Severus muttered to himself as he walked home, he'd had a bad day, his assistant had destroyed half of the shelves and bowling him over in the process, then he had to endure the fact that she hardly looked at him for the entire day because he had yelled at her.
Not that he didn't mind it was just that she usually tried to make conversation but when she didn't everything was so tense, at least he had caused the tense and had nothing to be afraid of.
Also, he had got sore, bruised ribs from when she had fallen on him and a huge red bump on his head.
It wasn't that he didn't like the pain, it was only little.
The grim street of Knockturn ally was deserted at night, only a couple brave souls dare venture out, he was one of them.
Severus looked up, it was a clear night tonight, the stars shined brightly down. He liked the stars, they where so nice to just look at.
Remembering that walking round with your head up generally lead up to crashing into a lamp post.
That would not be pretty.
But the stars were no concern to him tonight. Tonight he planed to get some sleep, no deatheater meetings, no Potions to do.
For once he could relax.
It felt rather cold, to cold infect. He rubbed his arms to warm up, then he realised that he had left his cloak behind.
God was I that mad? He mused half heartedly.
He was just about to turn back when he heard a small voice echoing in the empty street.
That voice was calling his name.
Grabbing his wand he listened intently, a figure came round the corner and dashed towards him, who was it?
Under his breath he muttered 'lumous' and a thin beam of wand light travelled across the road and connected with Kate Montague.
She had something under her arm, it looked like a travelling cloak, no his travelling cloak.
"Severus ... y-your cloak ... "
She said sounding out of breath.
After a short pause she handed him his cloak, after a quick smile she waved and ran off into the distance, he began to thank her but with a small pop she had dis-apperated.
Staring down the dark and gloomy street he swung his cloak over his shoulders, a voice sounded from the shadows, a soft cunning voice that he knew all to well.
"Severus, Severus Severus, hanging round with my sister now are we? She really isn't your type"
Oooooo a cliff-hanger .. er well kinda..
Please review PLEASE!!!!!!!!
Thank you..