Disclaimers- I don't own HP I wish I did but I don't. If I could buy the rights I would but I can't….so sad. All I own is the plot to this story and the original characters that I ended up putting in here…because of extreme boredom.
A/N- ok people first of all I'm gonna say its entirely fine for you to flame. I've been trying to spice up this plot a bit from what it was. This story I'm about to post was originally written over text for several days when me and a friend of mine were extremely bored and had nothing better to do so….enjoy. And review review review!
Full Summary- An unwanted gift changed his whole life...he gave up one thing and gained everything he ever could have wanted. Voldemort's favorite minion is given a gift. One that has been locked away in the Malfoy Manor for over a decade. But this gift comes as a heavy burden to the potion master. It's a young woman whom is surprising familiar to him….he might not know her….but perhaps he once knew her parents…perhaps he knows her brother. HP/GW, HG/RW, SS/OC, FW/OC, DD/OC, LL/OC, PP/OC, DM/OC. Mentor and fatherly Snape in further chapters.
Warnings- A/A, A bit cliché, Angst, Character bashing, Dark Humor, Established relationships, First Time, partial crack-fic, partial dark-fic, partial parody, possible sexual content in later chapters, One or two seemingly Mary-Sues that will soon become more vulnerable as the story progresses, Snark, and Stupid word play.
LIONS AND SNAKES
Prologue
Snape pov
The Dark Lord has a sick sense of humor and an even more warped sense of reality if truly he thought I would want the gift he had oh so considerately kept alive for nearly fourteen years. One that had been collected just before his death at the hands of the young potter A woman…no…just a girl…still of school age even…was what he had given me and it made me want to become ill when I thought of what he expected me to do to her. I'd rather die then do half the things that I knew must have been running through his head.
My temper was flaring as he spoke to me but I reigned it in and manage to smirk as he told me where to find my gift. His voice with its sickly sweet hissing tone directed me towards the dungeons. Of course the poor girl had to be in the dungeon. I expected nothing less from Voldemort. There was one thing that bothered me about this though, why so long? Why keep the girl alive? why would the Malfoys keep her here so long that it could have ruined their reputation had anyone actually found out? The only explanation I could think of was that the dark lord had given specific orders not to…but then why? Why do that? What was so important about this one girl?
I walked through the dungeons using the directions that I had been given. I heard screams of torture and begging, begging for their own death, from some of the closed doors and I could almost taste the blood being spilled just behind them. These people could be absolutely monstrous when they wanted to and at times when the dirty work was done they could turn into proper little ladies and gentlemen. The very idea of the quick change of attitude and heart made me want to wretch. Who would want to do that? A better question was who was doing it today….? The laughter that cut through the screams gave me my answer. Young Bella was here today…but then again when wasn't she within close range of her precious Dark Lord. I couldn't even name a time that she wasn't within earshot of him.
I walked faster trying to block out the screaming until I was far enough away to where the noise was barely notice by my sensitive ears. I was deep within the dungeon now and close to my goal. This part was rarely visited by anyone beyond the feeding of the prisoners. Why would she possible be back here? Only the people with the highest risk of escape or rescue were placed back. She was only a girl. Who could she possibly be to get herself a cell back here?
As I came to the end of a narrow hall I finally found the cell the young lady was in but upon further inspection I noticed another youth, perhaps fifteen years of age, sitting across from the door. Her hair was a honey blond and came down in waves around her face. She was relatively clean and though she wasn't large she wasn't exactly malnourished either so it was unlikely that she was a prisoner. And then I looked into her deep blue eyes. They were studying me carefully and I saw a bit of warning in them. Like the look Lily had once given others when defending me only harsher in its degree. This girl must have been rather close to the person beyond this door to give such a look to a stranger she hardly knew. I could even see her brandishing a wand slowly beneath her robe. She wasn't even trying to hide it.
I approached the door and knocked on it once never taking my eyes from the ominous looking blond, "Hello? Is anything in there?"
"Who….who's there? What do you want?" came a scared and slightly timid reply.
I slowly pushed the door open and accidentally startle the girl enough to have her bolt to the other side of the room. She huddled in a small corner. The young woman was barely the size of a Hogwarts first year but Snape knew how poorly the people were treated and how likely it was that her size was probably due to lack of proper meals over a lifetime. It was safer to assume that she was at least fourteen or fifteen by what Voldemort had said. I couldn't quite tell because of the lack of appropriate lighting so it was anyone's guess at the moment. Fourteen years of captivity. Such a long period of time.
My feet moved of their own accord bringing me to the girl quickly. She was whimpering in fear in an almost pitiful way. It broke my heart to watch. Yes…contrary to popular Gryffindor belief I do actually have a heart. I lower myself in front of her and tried to calm the frightened youth. My hands rubbed comforting circles into her upper back until the painfully sorrowful noises stopped. The girl had stiffened for a moment but soon relaxed as I started to speak.
"Who I am is not important now….I shall tell you later…what is important is that we get out of here….I'm setting you free…what is your name?" I said calmly without my usual cold undertone.
"I….they don't call me it often…sometimes I forget," She whispered turning her head away from me.
"….you….you forget your own name?" I asked with heavy concern laced into my words. She still refused to look at me and her general body language showed a slight self-shame but she slowly nodded. Being locked away with little to no uses of your own name could do that to you I suppose.
I slowly reached over and forced her to look into my eyes. Hers were seemingly colorless because of the darkness, "Its ok….its fine…just try to think for a moment."
She closed her eyes and concentrated as I slowly stood up bringing her with me. She relaxed slightly and opened her eyes. The seemingly colorless iris still got to me as I stared at them…perhaps it was best to lighten up the room…just a little bit. I slowly withdrew my wand from my sleeve, ready to perform the simplest of spells.
"I think…I might remember…" She whispered only loud enough for me to hear.
"Lumos…."
"My name is Arianna Potter," And there is where Lily stood with James Potter's brown eyes.
A/N- so what do you think of the first chapter? Sorry that one part seems a little cliché but I did warn you. The whole sorry is basically plotted out all the way to the end so for the most part you wont have to wait because of writers block but remember you have to review if you want me to continue. I don't think I'll post again until I have seven reviews…cuz sevens a lucky number.
