Ok, don't own much, I own Veronique and her family, (well, most of it) and their pets. other than that i dotn think there's anything. im not epeating this.

Give me a chance please, i dunno how good this is. basically veronique is an incredibly troubled teenager. it's set after harry's fourth year.

Chapter 1: Tales From Another Broken Home

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologise, when there ain't nowhere you can go, running away from pain when you've been victimised, tales from another broken home.

Jesus of Suburbia - Tales From Another Broken Home - Greenday

As he walked into the house he had to step over three dead wizards, all Death Eaters, all killed by a well aimed curse. The entrance hall stunk of blood. The man fought back the urge to just leave; he had to find what he was looking for.

Who he was looking for.

He walked down the hallway and stopped at a door that led down into what should have been the cellars of the house, which he knew wasn't the case. There was no sign of anyone else in the house so far, so he opened the door. He couldn't find any kind of light switch, so he lit his wand and carefully began descended the stairs.

The room below was dark but lit up the moment he walked into it. It was large and bare except for a row of benches, an arm chair which appeared to have an occupant, though he could not tell as it was facing the same wall as he was, and a large chest on a table. The walls were made of stone, and the floor was too, there were no coverings.

It smelt worse than the entrance hall. Looking around, he wasn't particularly surprised about this. Ten dead Death Eaters lay around the large room. Two were headless. None of them had been killed by magic that much was obvious, all had the marks of swords cut into them, and each had a sword lying next to them, or loosely held in one lifeless hand.

For once the man didn't bother to hide his emotions, he was shocked. He stared down at the body of Voldemort's newest recruit, the man's head lying a metre or so away. He looked up immediately as he heard movement. It came from the armchair. He moved quietly towards it.

"I can hear you, you realise," said a teenage girls voice from the chair. The man stopped moving.

The girl rose from the chair and turned to face the man, two bloody swords hung from a belt hung loosely around her waist. She sneered slightly at his expression when he saw the swords.

"Yeah," said the girl, "I killed them. What did you expect me to do? Sit around and wait to die? I think not."

The man looked at her. "You should be dead," he said bluntly.

"Sorry to disappoint you, I'll try harder next time," she replied, sarcasm lacing every word.

"That's not what I meant," said the man scowling. The girl ignored him; she was staring around the room at her work. She sighed.

"It serves them right really, but I can't help thinking it's such a waste," she said, more to herself than to him. Abruptly she turned to look at him.

"You're Severus Snape aren't you? You were the man who mum called in yesterday because she was worried I was nuts."

"Yes, I am Professor Severus Snape. Your mother was simply worried about you, not your sanity."

She gave a humourless laugh. "Dream on Professor. My mother didn't worry about me, not like that. She worried I might kill her and Sky in their sleep. She needn't have bothered, I would never hurt Sky."

"What happened?"

"This evening? A lot. We, that's me, mum and Sky, you do know who Sky is don't you?" Snape nodded and the girl carried on. "Well, we'd just arrived back from head quarters when we were attacked, in the grounds by a load of the scum you see around us. Difference is, they were alive then. Me and Sky ran to the house, leaving mum cursing the Death Eaters, and she killed two of them in the hall. Sky killed one too, but he couldn't believe he had, he hated doing it and he's sworn never to do that again. Sky was sort of in a trance after that, not a real one obviously, but you know what I mean. I shoved him down here, because our swords were down here, and because there aren't many places to hide, mum carried on fighting the moment she arrived down here, and Sky managed to escape, getting to head quarters and telling whoever that we were under attack.

"I stayed here. Mum tried to make me leave, saying that the moment I was gone she would follow. I was about to leave when a Death Eater got in front of me, ready to kill me. He said the words but mum got in the way. God knows why, when I say she never liked me I'm not kidding. So mum died. I got … angry. Really angry. Not for me, I got angry for Sky, Sky's sort of dependant on mum. Our swords, Sky's and mine, they just appeared in my hands, I beheaded the one who killed mum and then fought and killed the rest. Then the aurors and other people arrived."

Snape stared at the girl. She was so cold. She didn't show any emotion towards her dead mother. She honestly didn't care. Finally she spoke.

"Mum's over there." She pointed to a single body lying on the benches that lined one side of the room, near the fire place. They both made their way over to the body. The woman was lying face up, black hair lay spread across the bench, dark brown eyes stared forever into the distance. A wand was clutched in her left hand. Snape just stared at the woman, at his best friend who was now dead. He became aware that her daughter was talking.

"That was selfish you know," she said it very matter of fact, talking to her dead mother. "What the hell am I meant to tell Sky?" She broke off. Snape swirled around to point his wand at the entrance to the room.

"What the hell are you doing here Snape?" asked an old gravely voice. "No one was meant to come in until the house had been checked for any more scum."

Beside Snape, the girl closed her eyes and began breathing heavily, as if trying to control a sudden rush of temper, which, Snape knew, she was.

"I had to find Orion," Snape replied glaring at the man.

"With you in here, how do we know you didn't come with the rest of them?" The other man started limping forward. "How do we know you aren't with them? Trai-" The man was broke of suddenly.

"Get out." Both men looked at the girl. She'd turned around as was looking at the man with a glare Snape himself would have been proud of.

"You have no right to order me around."

"Wrong again you prat, this is my house now, SO LEAVE."

"I don't think so young lady-"

"NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN AND GET OUT NOW."

"Moody," said Snape, "I suggest you leave." The man glared at both of them and limped out. "Now," said Snape, turning to the girl, "I suppose we'd better get you to head quarters."

"Yeah," said the girl in an emotionless voice. "I suppose."

"I'll send some one else to get your things," said Snape. "Get going." The girl looked up at him and nodded. Making sure her swords were still around her waist, she walked to the fire and threw in some powder.

"Thirteen Grimmauld Place." She left in a whirl of green flames.

Snape followed.