Prologue
A woman in her mid-twenties sat patiently in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts. Dumbledore sat across from her, chattering about the school while munching on some lemon drops.
The woman had shoulder length wavy black hair and piercing green eyes. She was unnaturally pale and wore a scowl on her face that seemed to never change.
Then, the door swung open and the two turned to see a man with long black greesy hair and dark eyes stalk in. "Yes Dumbledore?" He spoke in a low, intimating almost sarcastic voice that could of made most woman flinch, but the woman in the room barley seemed bothered.
Thee old man's eyes twinkled, and he motioned for the man to sit. "Sit Severus." His voice was commanding, yet his eyes continued to sparkle as if he were joking.
The woman sighed in relief. "Finally." She muttered. Her voice was low and cold with no emotion, yet the man called Serverus could tell that she slightly upset.
Serverus gave her a questioning glance, before turning to Dumbledore for him to begin.
"Serverus, this is Simona Riddle." The man gave her a sharp nod. "Simona, this is Severus Snape, Hogwarts' Potions Master."
Simona made no move to shake offer her hand or nod to him, yet simply blinked in recognition. Dumbledore continued. "I feel that it will be safest for her if she assists you in your class." At this, Snape stood up. "I am in need of no assistance!" He hissed, clearly upset.
The headmaster sighed, clearly expecting this. "It would be unsafe for us and for Simona if we allowed her to go into the world now." Simona rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself very well." She growled, drawling her wand. The old man sighed. "I am well aware of you're skills with you're wand." Simona rolled her eyes and put her wand away, but something in her eyes said that she would not hesitate to draw it again.
Snape continued to look angry. "I don't see why she couldn't just teach defence against the dark arts!" Simona stood at this, her wand suddenly in her hands. "I. Will. Not. Teach. DADA." She growled, her eyes starting to redden. Snape flinched, and Dumbledore sighed. "You see professor, why helping you would be the only option."
Snape didn't appear to be any calmer about the situation, but slowly sat down. "Fine." He hissed, but didn't appear pleased. Simona didn't seem any happier either. "I still don't see why I we have to do this." She growled.
The headmaster sighed. "You know what would happen if you're fathers….friends… knew where you where." Simona sank lower in her seat. "Fine."
Dumbledore put his hands together. "Good! School starts in three days. Professer Snape will be showing you to you're rooms."
Then with a pop, he was gone.
Simona sighed and looked over at snape. "Well?" She demanded. Snape grunted. "Follow me Miss Simona." Simona winced. "I prefer Mona."
She demanded. Snape didn't reply, just stood and started walking to the door. Simona narrowed her eyes and followed him out the door. "Severus Snape?" She mused. "I know we both hate this situation, but something tells me that the old man will be angry at us if we don't get along." She said this like she was annoyed. Snape didn't reply for a while. "Dumbledore seems to find no fault in anyone." He allowed. Mona grunted. "How do you keep up with him?"
Snape stopped and turned to face her. "The headmaster is best delt with when ignored." Mona made no reply, and the two disappeared into the dungeons.