Listen to Your Heart
AN: Hi ya'll. This is my first fic so I'd appreciate it if you were gentle with me. grin. Please don't bother with flames or anything other then positive comments and constructive criticism! I just started writing this because I need something to work on over my summer break... Please review with your NICE thoughts.
This is an Oliver/OC fic. It is a Mary-Sue (sorta), so if you don't like them then I guess don't read it. I don't think this one is that bad. I know its probably been done before... a lot of things have. I don't really think its possible for me at this stage to make something completely new and hasn't been done about a thousand times.. But maybe, with time and experience, I can be the good writer I want to be. Until then, be respectful please! I've seen a lot of authors get completely chewed out in their reviews and frankly.. Im scared.
Prologue
Serverus Snape sighed darkly at the letter he had received from the Ministry. He stood from his desk in his office and made his way through the dark corridors of Hogwarts. He had to inform the headmaster of this. He walked up to the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to Dumbledore's office. He spoke the password and the gargoyle moved to the side, allowing him access to the spiraling staircase.
"Headmaster Dumbledore." Snape said as he saw the elder wizard sitting at his desk, looking over some papers.
"It is quite late, is something amiss, Serverus?" Dumbledore asked softly as he looked up from his stack of papers.
"Only this, sir." Snape handed him the letter and sat down across from him. Dumbledore read through the letter thoroughly then handed it back over.
"I am very sorry about your brother, Serverus." He said sincerely. "I remember when he and Natasha attended Hogwarts all those years ago. The three of you were inseparable. Fate truly is cruel, to have had this car wreck happen on their anniversary, and to have them leave their young daughter behind as well."
Snape nodded. "She has been placed in my charge. I suppose we are going to transfer her from the american school and bring her to Hogwarts?" Dumbledore nodded in affirmation and paused, noticing the faint glint of emotion in the usually cold black eyes.
"I believe that is our only option. I will send an owl over to the ministry right away to let them know that we are bringing her to Hogwarts. Term starts in four days, on Monday. I assume you will be going to her home and helping her get the things she needs on Sunday?" at Snape's nod he continued. "Get some sleep, Serverus. I would think that you still have some things to prepare in the class for the students." Snape nodded again.
"Thank you, headmaster."he said as he walked down the steps and out into the hallway.
He sighed angrily as he made his way back to the dungeons. He thought back to when he and his brother had actually gotten along, before he had lost Natasha to him. The three of them had been inseparable since they met in their first year at Hogwarts, and, slowly, the two boys developed feelings for her. But of course, she fell in love with Thomas. She was born in America, to a happy ranching couple from the west, so her carefree, fun-loving nature had rubbed off on the boys who had been raised by strict, scholarly, British parents.
While Serverus had gained the dark hair from their father, and the dark eyes from their mother, Thomas had gained the blond hair from their mother, and the grey eyes from their father. They were complete opposites both physically and mentally. It was obvious why she preferred Thomas to him.
Not even a year after they all had graduated, Thomas proposed and she, of course, accepted. Then, about a year and a half afterwards, she gave birth to their daughter, Jazzira. They had named her after Natasha's late mother. Snape, being the jealous man he was, resented the baby for being the product of his brother's happiness. The baby was quite beautiful to be sure, with light blonde hair and kind face from her father, and the deep, navy colored eyes and full lips from her mom.
He remembered the first time he saw her, cooing happily in her parents' arms, her small, toothless mouth opened wide in gurgling laughter, tiny hands and feet flailing about. He left then without a word, cutting his week-long visit short to only two days and went back to Britain and decided to become a professor at the school he had loved so much. He had gone to visit them for about a week out of each year, and it was painfully obvious to all of them that he still resented the fact that they were together, and that he disliked their daughter as well.
He sighed again as he unlocked the door to his classroom. He walked over to his desk and straitened out some of his papers. Then stepped into his chamber, snuffed the candles, and went to sleep.
Well that's the prologue Yay! I hope you didn't find it too boring!