The Feeling of Revenge
Sirius Black/O.C.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: Yes, I have other stories out. Yes, I do plan to finish them eventually. But here is this. I am actually excited for this one somehow. Review and let me know please!
Monday - June 5, 1995
Standing there in the hallway everything came rushing back in. It wasn't the dark room. Nothing there reminded me of anything except for the Slytherin colors. The green and silver seemed to swallow me in and remind me of the years I spent at Hogwarts, but that wasn't what made my vision blur. It was farther down the hall. I could just see light at the end. A little glimmer of what once was happiness, but wasn't anymore. I felt my world shift in that very moment. My legs buckled. I reached out for the wall to steady myself, but my breath was already hitched. I hadn't seen those eyes since that day.
But why should those eyes make my legs buckle? Why am I feel so weak? Does the heart normally beat this fast?
I shivered, I couldn't remember a feeling like this in years. And maybe I haven't felt this in years because for the first time since that day, I remember.
I remember what love is.
But most of all, I remember who he is.
Thursday - October 21st, 1976
I'm not proud of who I am. I'm probably not proud for all the wrong reasons, but that's not what bothers me. What bothers me is, I'm always too late. I'm always just too far away to reach out. I'm never ready to take that step. And sometimes that's all it takes is one step.
But last year, I was there. I was there in the courtyard. I saw it happen. I saw my brother's eyes. The fear, the sorrow, and the pain. It's something that haunts me. I rarely paid him little attention before. I knew he got his fair share of picking on in the years, but this time, this was the last straw I could take. I didn't want to fight his battles, he was capable, but his heart was soft. This summer though, I noticed it wasn't soft, it was broken. As his older sister, that left me feeling like a tiny part of me shattered as well. It was as if a petal dropped off a perfect rose, the petal of happiness gone from his heart. And I saw it, I saw it every single time I looked at him. It was what set me to change.
The whole cause of the pain and misery I witnessed everyday as my brother sat alone in his room, reading, and reading was due to four boys. The boys that enticed the female population. The boys that sauntered around as if they never did anything wrong. But I knew better. I had seen them push the innocent around. I witnessed them break hearts and stomp on people they believed were beneath them, but now it was time for them to taste their own medicine. I had been watching them closely over the last couple of weeks. Ever since the start of school in fact. They would get what is coming to them, finally.
"Amelia, are you even listening to me?" I tore my eyes away from my reflection. I had been brushing my long silky black hair, attempting to make it look perfect for today. Today, the day I drip my poison on the cold perfect Gryffindor boys, I had to look perfect.
My black eyes that were as dark as the night sky turned upon my best friend. My face crinkled into a smile, "Jemima," I teased, her least favorite nickname I've given her yet. Her hazel eyes sparkled in annoyance. "Sorry, Jennifer Fawley, I wasn't really listening. I was thinking of adding a hint of fountain to be honest."
"Merlin knows you could use it. You are so pale!" She laughed, her blonde hair bouncing with each wave of laughter. The two of us couldn't be more opposites. She was a beautiful tan blond, where as me? Amelia Freya Snape, I was pale as can be with dark black hair. Together, we shone like the day and night.
"We don't really have time though." I looked down at my silver watch, it read seven forty. I wanted to make sure we got down to breakfast close to the same time the 6th year Gryffindor boys do. Jemima knew that too, she was well aware of my plan. And today, since Sirius Black was fresh on the market, he would be my first target and most likely my hardest.
"Fine, at least tie your tie right though." She said in an exasperated voice. She told me this every day. My tie was never on straight, but she was always there to fix it for me. So why would I bother ever figuring out how to do it properly? Smiling Jemima fixed the glossy green and silver tie, in the same motherly way she did every day.
Once she was finished she held out her hand, waiting. I lifted mind as well and we high fived with a grin, our last ritual of the morning. Today, we put good use to the name of Slytherin.
The walk to the Great Hall didn't take long. After seven years of being at Hogwarts we were comfortable enough with all the passage ways and our speed on the staircases. What we weren't comfortable with still, was the chill that enter in the dungeons around this time of year. Autumn was descending upon us as the leaves took their last breaths and changed right before falling to the cold hard ground. But right now, it was just another hard reminder that it was our last autumn here.
A shiver crept up my spine as I thought about that.
Our last year here. How bitter sweet it was.
I knew in my heart, somehow, this year would be my best yet.
It was too much great relieve that we finally made it to the Great Hall. I loved feeling the warmth the glorious dining hall brought us. No longer did I need to pull my Slytherin cloak tightly around me. I let it loosely hang around me, showing of my curves in this wretched uniform.
"Amelia," Jemima hissed in my ear. We were just about to head by our usual spot, when she spotted the exact group of boys I wanted to see.
"That's a code Black." I smirked and as stealthily as I could I slipped away from my best friend. Casually, I headed towards my brother who was farther down the table where Black and his friends were walking to their spot at the Gryffindor table, closer to the front of the Great Hall. I noticed the flicker of glances between all the boys. It was as if they wanted to hex my brother, but not on my watch.
I held a lot of grace and pose when I wanted, but this time I dropped all pretense and stumbled forward. I let my books fly forward and my legs slipped from underneath me and I landed on the ground with them. Briefly, I looked up and saw my 'Advanced Potion Making, Grade 6' had landed right by Black's feet. My dark hair was curtained around my face, but I shyly peaked around it and with years of practice aimed at much worthier boys, I flicked my attention up, only to met grey eyes of the lady killer Sirius Black.
"Are you okay—" He gave one of his famous smiles, but faltered at the sight of my tie. Or maybe it was because he didn't recognize me. Either reason, his face fell out of a smile. His friends still looked at me curiously, but each with a different expressions within their eyes. Potter wore a look of concern as I lay on the floor and he tapped his hands together. Lupin was picking up the last of my books with a frown, and the last boy Pettigrew seemed to be shying away because of Slytherin robes right behind Potter.
"It's Amelia," My voice came out as a timid whisper, but I calculated it. I knew exactly how to respond. I had watched Black enough to realize what would move him towards a girl.
"What a lovely name." He grabbed the rest of the books from Lupin and with his other hand helped me up. Somewhere behind them, in my peripheral, I saw Severus sit up in protest. He was about to act, thinking these horrid people were hurting his sister, but he didn't act. His friends were watching as well, hoping I would take care of myself. "Is there a last name to it?" He questioned, but I didn't answer.
When I was up on my feet, I brushed off my skirt and then took my books out of his hands. I looked down at my feet and spoke softly again. "That's my little secret." Looking down at my feet once more, I pushed past him and headed down to the end of the Slytherin table. The whole time I felt his eyes on my back. I had grabbed his attention, even if on a tiny thread, soon I would have him wrapped around my finger.
Today seemed to take forever. I had a packed class schedule and today was just like any other. Except Transfiguration was taking forever to finish. Professor McGonagall was pushing a lot harder topics on us. My dream in life was to be Unspeakable. Why? That's the mystery of it all isn't it. So that's why I took Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Ancient Runes. A full load for most students, but I have my reasons. Slughorn has been very gracious to me and has been working hard on getting me in the Ministry. I have the top grades of my year, but that doesn't mean much if I slack.
Today though, I was slacking. You couldn't really blame me. Double Transfiguration on a Thursday for your last class of the day, you would be day dreaming too. I was mainly day dreaming because we were discussing how to transfigure large objects, such as say a bed into a knife. The amount of power in your words will affect the outcome of such a large object. I already knew this. I read most of the book already, which is why I wonder why I wasn't put in Ravenclaw sometimes.
"Before I dismiss you, I want to stress how important this essay is." Professor McGonagall announced. I perked up from my seat ever so slightly with the quill tighter in my right hand. "I know a lot of you have been working with practicing your non-verbal spells, but transfiguring large objects is harder to do with non-verbal. Please make sure you go into length with best practices in the essay." She turned and looked at several students in the class. Her eyes landed on me with a proud smile before she cared on, "Make sure it is at least 10-inches of parchment and due next Thursday." Her strict eyes met Charlie Baker, a fellow Slytherin. "Class dismissed!"
I couldn't scramble up fast enough. Neither could some of the other students. Jemima and I shoulder our bags just as her stomach gave an uncomfortable growl. We couldn't help but laugh.
"I can't wait, I really want a steak." She told me just as we headed out into the bustling hallway.
I couldn't help but give her a look, "You eat like a Hippogriff."
"Someone has too." She shrugged and pulled on my hand, telling me in her own way that she wanted me to go quicker. Looking behind her, she giggled. Then her eyes caught mine. "We have company."
I was tempted to turn around, but I knew better. When she said we had company, it usually meant a boy. I haven't had a fling in a while, not this year at least. I could go for a snog, but there wasn't time for that.
"Amelia! Wait up!" I bit my lip and winked at Jemima. "Amelia!" The familiar smooth voice called out again. This time I did stop walking. Jemima joined me as well. Turning around we saw Sirius Black with only his best mate, James Potter. It must have been a long day for Black, at least in his mind. His tie was askew and his shirt was un-tucked on the left side. The more I looked, the more bothered I felt. Can't he at least try to look nice?
I smiled regardless. "Can I help you with something?" I innocently asked. I faked as if I didn't recognize him, but really what Slytherin didn't know of the Blood-traitor Sirius Black?
"We, I mean, this morning I helped you with your books." He ran his hands absentmindedly through his hair. What I found odd was the way his words came out. I always heard rumors of how much of a sweet talker Black was. Or maybe this is what they meant?
"Oh," I covered my face with my hands acting embarrassed. Jemima patted my back, playing with me. "I am so sorry! I was in a hurry. I really needed to talk to Evan Rosier before Potions and I just, I'm so clumsy sometimes."
Potter and Black exchanged looks. "It's okay," Black reassured me after the silent words were exchanged between friends. "I'm Sirius Black, by the way." He held out his hand to me for the second time today. I looked over at Jemima before I took it. He gently grabbed it and like many purebloods I had dated before, he planted a tiny, but sweet kiss on the back of my hand.
"I think I've heard of you before." I believe that one stung a bit. I feel like usually a girl would giggle and say I know. But I didn't. His hand twitched slightly as he pulled away.
That's when Potter jumped in. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet. He looked between me and Jemima with very curious eyes. "I'm James Potter, sorry we didn't get to properly met earlier."
"Not to worry." I waved dismissively, then turned back to Jemima. "Oh! I'm sorry, you both know my name, but this is my best friend." I grabbed her and pulled her forward. "This is Jennifer Fawley, we're both in Slyhterin."
"That's why I didn't recognize you. Sorry, I don't talk to a lot of Slytherin's." Black tilted his head and both of us. He seemed to be taking in our appearance. It was then Jemima's stomach growled. We exchanged looks this time, both holding back a giggle. "Why don't you two come to dinner with us? I am sure Remus and Peter would love the company."
I felt a tiny hand reach onto my arm. I knew right away it was Jemima. She was urging me to say yes. I was opening my mouth to say yes, but I thought of something.
Take it slow. Black loves a challenge.
"I would love to, really I would, but we can't." I grabbed the strap of my backpack and held it tightly. I gave another look of disappointment. "I mean, I can't." I corrected. "I have a wicked essay due for Arithmancy."
"Then breakfast, you can't say no to breakfast tomorrow morning? Fawley can come as well." Black held eyes that would make any girl melt, but I saw through it. It was the same eyes he used on countless girls for a snog. I would know, I used the same eyes when I wanted one as well.
"You are asking a Slytherin to breakfast." Jemima scolded at his Gryffindor robes. "I'm sorry, but I am not letting my best friend near a Blood-traitor like you." She spat and then pulled me away. It was very spur of the moment. I could tell it stirred something because Black went to reach for me, but I was already several steps ahead of him.
When we neared the Great Hall, Jemima finally spoke. "I think that will help."
"He is a Blood-traitor though." I shrugged.
"I'm not saying he isn't. The filth, but we still need to do this right. I love your brother just as much as you do. Someone has to do the dirty work." We high fived and then sat at our usual spot.
"This is just like banishing a boggart." I sighed, my eyes casting towards the Gryffindor table then back to my empty plate.
"What's just like banishing a boggart?" Both Jemima and I jumped. Prewitt, always did this to us. He would sneak up behind us every single dinner and scare us. He was a 7th year with us as well. We made a trio, but this year he's been hanging out with the boys more and more. Part of that is because he is Qudditch captain, the other part was he claimed we were ruining his chances of getting a girlfriend. I always laughed at that. He was ruining his own chances.
"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." To prove my point I tugged on a couple strands of sandy brown hair.
He shoved my hand away. "I know what that means, Amelia Snape has found her next victim."
I was mid way through piling salad onto my plate when he said that. I couldn't help, but set down the serveware and glare at him. "I do not plan victim's, usually the guys come to me."
"What about —" I covered his mouth.
"This isn't up for discussion."
Jemima giggled, just another dinner.
Friday - October 22nd, 1976 - 8:48 PM
His hands were slowly creeping up my skirt. This uniform was begging to come off. We were tightly cramped in a cupboard that had my name on it all school year. I deepened the kiss, my hands tightly clung to his now mess of brown hair.
"Edwin," his name passed through my lips. I couldn't get close enough. I just needed that physical touch. Our lips drew closer, our breath mingling into one. His tongue followed my lead, his callused hands roamed free. Slowly with delicate movement, he reached underneath my shirt to unhook my bra, but that's when we heard a noise in the hallway.
Quickly we broke apart. I flushed bright pink and straighten my appearance. Wanting to lose no time, I gave a feeble attempt to straighten my Slytherin tie and left the cupboard that Edwin and I shared every time we felt stress. It was our routine. I would always leave first at any noise. Of course as my luck would have it, it was just a 5th year leaving the library. Curfew was almost upon for the older students, about an hour left. My mood was gone though. I would wonder back down to the dungeons, probably bother Prewitt.
I wondered aimlessly. Not even caring if Edwin made it back to the Ravenclaw tower. He and I had a deal, it was never love, just lust. But who needed love anyways? It was just heartache and pain.
I found myself right in front of the grand windows that laced the back of 3rd floor corridor. It was often one of my favorite spots. Time and time again, I would find myself here thinking.
Throwing my legs up I sat on the windowsill and looked out into the starry night. It was beautiful. I could just see the trees in the dim light swaying to a soft breeze. Out in the distance I could see smoke coming from Hagrid's hut. The small comfort of Hogwarts all around me. I hugged my knees tighter and rested my cheek on the cool window pane.
Distantly I could hear footsteps, but I paid no attention. Curfew on Friday was ten for 5th years and up. I wouldn't get in trouble. I just wanted to sit in my own thoughts. But the steps grew closer and closer. When they were finally to close for me to ignore, I turned my head.
"Black," I straighten ever so slightly.
"Amelia," he greeted right back. He dared to sit next to me on the windowsill. Our black shoes touched each other. He turned to look out the window, not saying a word. I followed his eyes. He seemed to be looking right where I was moments ago, the soft billowing smoke on Hargid's hut. It was a soft silence before he focused on me. My black eyes locked with his beautiful sky grey eyes. "You've only told me your first name." He commented, his hands wring together. He seemed to be hiding something.
Of course I really was. I purposely didn't tell him my last name. He would know though, simply ask the right people and he would know. The only downfall to my plan. "Does a surname really matter?"
"No, I'm just curious. You are a Slytherin." Black's eyes were locked on my features. They narrowed slightly, then crinkled in the smile that twisted on his lips.
"Names don't make the wizard." I lifted my head off the window pane. I leaned forward slightly to shift into the dim torchlight. "And if I told you, you probably wouldn't talk to me."
"Do you really think so? I like to think I'm better than most purebloods." I genuinely laughed at his comment. He frowned though. "You can tell me, or I can find out other ways. I am just curious and I can figure it out in a heartbeat." There was a devious sort of look upon him when he said he could find out. A part of me knew he could.
"We could make it a game." I suggested. I knew he was competitive enough to say yes. There was no way he wouldn't take the bait. This was Sirius Black. If he wanted something and was interested enough, he would get it.
"A game," the words came out thoughtfully. He reached up and tugged his well past five o' clock shadow. "Then tell me about yourself and I'll see what I can gather. As a Slytherin, I'm going to assume you are pureblood."
"Half," I corrected, this lead him to smile.
"Does Fawley know this? She seemed pretty animated about status." His posture changed. No longer was he wring his hands, but now he was paying attention and not moving an inch. I had Sirius Black's full attention. A part of me wondered if he was always this way with girls. Did he listen to them and then lure them in? Is that how he got his snogs?
"Jemima? Oh she knows. I'm not going to make the same mistakes my mother did." I scrunched my nose up. Just thinking of my father made me sick.
"So your mother was a Blood-traitor." Black nodded. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but it seemed as if he was surprised by the news.
"I wonder sometimes. I feel like Tobias used some form of Muggle witchcraft. As stupid as that sounds, I like to believe mother is a smart woman." It was true I really did feel that way. And I also felt like this was enough for tonight. I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, noticing now how rugged my clothing was. If Black was paying attention I'm sure he could notice I was snogging earlier.
He stood up as well. "I take it you don't like your dad, considering you call him by his first name."
I didn't say anything. If I wanted to keep up the sweet and innocent act, I would have to keep my mouth shut on how much I really hated my father. I smiled instead and changed the subject. "Sorry to cut this short, Black. I am very exhausted."
"I can walk you back to the Slytherin common room." Taking a step forward, he suggested.
I smirked, "That won't be necessary, I'm a big girl."
"Amelia, can I be honest with you?" He question, but I didn't respond. I kept looking down at my feet, waiting for him to speak. He seemed to of gotten the hint because he carried on. His voice echoing in our empty hallway. "I've never met a Slytherin like you before and I intend to find out why. As of right now I feel like you were placed in the wrong house."
My eyes tore away from my feet. They looked right at him. I knew mischief was playing on my face. "There was no mistake here. I'm in Slytherin for a reason." And with that I turned and left, leaving him one of the biggest hints I could have. At least in my mind. This game could go on for as long as it took, because I couldn't help smiling after my departure.
Saturday - October 23rd, 1976 - 1:11 PM
"You swear?" I leaned closer over the table. Jemima and I were seated in the far corner, closer to the Restricted section with some of Sirius Black's former fan girls. These were girls he once dated, but he dumped them for one reason or another. I didn't care why, per say, I just cared on how best to get him back.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Snape." The beautiful blonde by the name of Mary MacAnderson told me. She was a 5th year Ravenclaw. And as sour as can be about Sirius Black.
"So everything was going great until you said you loved him?" I repeated, actually interested. I turned to Jemima who was furiously writing with her quill. Taking more notes than she did back in History of Magic and that was saying something.
"He would take me out nearly every night. Find a different classroom or cupboard and surprise me with roses. He was anything a girl could ever ask for. And then like I said, I admitted I loved him and he got all weird." Mary's current best friend, Katie Foulwer patted her on the back. Mary produced a hiccup of tears. "Slowly he got distant, then as cold as can be he broke up with me."
"It was the same for me! Don't you worry!" Katie looked right at me. She dated Black well over a year ago. "I, in the heat of our kisses, said I love you."
"And how did he respond?" Jemima looked up from her notes and both the girls.
"Said 'Fuck', I'll never forget. Just 'fuck', then the dirt bag up and left." Katie's eyes were so venomous I think she could have a basilisk running in fear.
It was one thing we were finding out, Jemima and I. These girls, when Black broke their heart, they fell hard. It made me wonder why. What was I really getting myself into?
"Huh," I pondered. "How did he ask you out?"
"Me?" Katie pulled her hand away from Mary's back. She folded them like a saint over her heart. But she was far from it, even if her light brown hair nearly looked like a halo in its ponytail. "It was so sweet, we bumped into each other when I was leaving detention with Professor McGonagall. It was from there every day he would try to get to know me. Then—" She gave a dreamy sort of sigh, "One day after a series of questions, he produced a single pink rose and asked me if I would be his girlfriend."
"You said yes of course." Jemima smiled weakly, barely looking up from more scribbles.
"He gave me so much attention. He listened and asked questions, what guy does that?" Katie noted with an irritated click of her tongue.
She was right of course. Boy's didn't really care to listen to our hearts, they did it when they wanted something. I sighed, "Got it, thanks girls."
"Hold on, I don't." Jemima set down the quill and pushed the paper's aside. "Listen, I know you said that he would lure girls in. We've heard it before, but what I want to know is his habits with his friends, if you've noticed any."
She was my best friend for a reason. I grinned.
"Obviously he's closet to Potter." Katie said, barely pausing she carried on. "Shame he's head over heels for Lily Evans." A dreamy sigh passed, as if given the chance she would date Potter.
"I'd say he's next closest to Remus." Since Mary was done hiccuping, she joined in. "He was always so kind to him too. I am pretty sure besides caring for himself Sirius would do anything for Remus."
I looked at Jemima. Our eyes locked in acknowledgement. "Huh," I grabbed the quill and scribbled down a thought.
Backstab - Sirius with Remus
"What about Pettigrew?" I asked after I finished my note.
"Oh, Sirius picked on him." Katie shrugged, she seemed to have nothing more.
"Anything else worth noting?" Jemima pressed, she wanted more. Needed more, this wasn't enough dirt. I'd have to dig deeper if I wanted more. Both of us would.
"Last year, when we were dating I remember this incented because Sirius was really closed up." Katie's face screwed up. She was thinking really hard about something. I waited patiently, but I was really curious. I never noticed at any time last year Black closed up. Then again, I never cared for him last year. He was just another reason why my brother suffered so much. "What bothered me the most was that Remus wouldn't talk to him. Since then he's been even nicer for it."
"I heard rumors though that it had something to do with your brother, Snape." Mary interjected, with a flip of her blond hair. "Rumor was he nearly killed him and Remus and James flipped."
"What do you mean, nearly killed my brother?" My eyes widened. I peered between the two girls in front of me, but they merely shrugged. It wasn't something they probably knew about. If I had never heard about it..."Wait a second. I remember my brother—Nevermind, thanks girls."
"Sure, let us know if you need any more information." Katie smiled and got up, Mary following closely behind.
We waited till they were out of sight, then poured over our notes. The more we read them, the more we realized how similar Black's movements were. He would always act as if he wanted to hear everything about his latest fling. He would listen and find out every last thing about her. After that point he would begin to snog her. The relationship would escalate, but every single one would end with the words 'I love you.' It became clear to me that he never did this for love. Of course, that could be concluded because the girls he more or less chose were model worthy.
I looked at the last page. We had gathered that my easiest victim after Black was Lupin. It was coming up with the plan that would be the problem. Jemima and I bounced back ideas back and forth, but nothing sounded good enough. Then we couldn't decide if I should do Black and then Potter, or even if Jemima should help out. She was willing too. Jemima always loved my brother as her own. She was an only child and to her, I was family.
In the end, we spent all afternoon in the library figuring out nothing. Around five we called it quits and headed to the Great Hall for supper. I was famished, something about plotting really does make you hungry for some reason. We were relatively close to the Great Hall when there was a commotion going on. It had to have been about a floor away. We rushed down the stairs, realizing it was probably a duel. I was interested, it was probably another fight between Canton, a 7th year Gryffindor, and Marston, a 6th year Slytherin who was as pureblood as they get. They've fought several times this week already and managed to land in the hospital wing at least once.
"Snape!" I felt a tug on my arm and looked to my left to see Rosier with his green eyes look at me. "It's your brother."
I groaned, "Let me guess, Potter and Black."
"Not sure, but I would hurry." He advised and lead the way.
My heart was throbbing in my chest. I could feel my breath pick up as we quickened the pace down the winding corridor. It wasn't the pace that we were running at, it was fear. What would happen to him this time? Would it be just as bad as the fight last year? How could it be. He lost his best friend, Lily. My heart twisted now, this time with pain. I'll never forget the looks on their faces when he called her a mud-blood, even if she was one. He still cared for her and it was all their fault.
My blood tingled when I saw the four group of boys surrounding the one Slytherin. Where were Severus friends? Why was Rosier the only one to get me and why didn't he bother to defend my bother? I growled and felt Jemima slip behind me.
We watched at a safe distant.
"Well, Snivellus? What will it be?" Black was twirling his wand in his hand and his eyes were locked on my brother.
"Personally, I could always wash his hair." Potter suggested when Severus didn't answer.
I hated that, his hair wasn't that greasy! It had gotten that way recently because he stopped caring about his appearance. And why? Because Lily hated him thanks to Potter.
I kept my eyes fixed on them, waiting for a chance to intervene. Pettigrew was giggling like a school girl and Lupin was slowly backing away. I found that odd.
"Maybe I should wipe that smile off your face." Severus threatened, pulling his wand out as well. He was outnumbered and he knew it. Even if students were watching, no one would go against Potter and Black.
"Oh please you are going to hurt yourself." Black snickered, which was the last straw. I hated that they thought my brother was weak. He wasn't and he wasn't a greaseaball like they said.
In a last minute decision I ran past the four boys and pretended not to notice them. I felt my shoulder bump against someone, but I didn't know who. I just kept looking with my head down and pretending to cry. I let a couple of sobs come out as I ran for my brother. "Severus!" I cried, daring to look up just in time for him to drop his guard.
"Amelia," He question in his dead pan voice. The voice that had been without emotions since last year. I hoped maybe he would be getting better, but it still sounded as if the happiness was stolen from him by a dementor.
I grabbed onto him and held him tightly, this time a real tear slipped out. I couldn't stand to see him this way. He repeated my name a again, but I hid in to his chest.
"Sorry Severus," Jemima's voice echoed somewhere behind me. I dared to turn my head to my right where her voice was coming from. She pushed passed a couple of Slytherin's who dared to come out of the shadows. "I don't know what got into her, I think it was because we ran into Richmond."
I could almost hug Jemima. Richmond is an ex-boyfriend of mine. The only steady boyfriend I've ever had. The boy was a real prat if you ask me, though I broke up with him.
Severus made an impatient noise. I felt him shift, his eyes had to be looking right at the four he hated most. It was obvious he wanted to finish the fight, I knew him well enough to understand that.
"Amelia, I don't have time for your stupid lover's fights." His voice had anger in it, but I felt the love in the way he held me. He'd always be there for me, no matter what.
I pushed away and wiped my eyes. "You're right, always you are." I dared to look at Black. He had furrowed brows and was holding back words. I glanced away before our eyes met. "Can I eat dinner with you and your friends?" I sniffled.
"Amy, you can't —Jennifer." He protested to her. But she shrugged as if it wasn't any of her concern if we caused him discomfort.
"Jemima wants me happy." My black hair fell over my face, blocking my fake tears.
"I do too!" Severus felt defeated. He put a hand on my shoulder and began to lead me towards the Great Hall. "You are so impossible, you know that?"
I bit my lip, "I love you." I hoped and prayed that at least Pettigrew heard.
"Dinner and that's all." He told me.
But that was all I needed. Jemima stepped close to me, grinning ear to ear and I knew. I knew how easy it would be to lure Black even closer into false security. There was no way I could fail now. Nothing, is sweater than revenge.
A/N: Again...let me know what you think. I am not sure I will continue on with the story. It was just an idea I had. Thanks for reading :)