Endorra

Written by Mineata

Authors Note

Summary: The worst curse of them all, is having a power that you cannot control. A power that chooses to reveal itself when it wishes, no matter the circumstances. A new year has started and with that, new students have arrived. And with the new students , there came that curse in the hands of a child. How does Severus Snape handle the situation, as well as look after his other students?

Warning: This isn't your ordinary typical Severus Snape fan fiction. So don't be too surprised or in flamed about certain things. Umm this story is also suitable for mature audiences. It's gonna contain some pretty dark stuff but there isn't gonna be anything past R rating suitable for this sight.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR not making profit for fun only. Other characters not in Harry Potter books are mine.

Other than that people enjoy.

Prologue

Yet another year had began at Hogwarts, and although it was a day of excitement and celebration over the reunion, not everyone was pleased about it. Especially one person in particular. After spending over an hour sitting in the great hall dining, as well as greeting new first year students to the school, Severus Snape was in a far more fowler mood than what he was at the beginning before the student and staff welcoming.

Once again his request for the Defence Against The Dark Art's position was denied, and Albus Dumbledore went ahead and hired a fancy, but rather awkward looking teacher who had recently graduated from the Aurora academy. Teaching such a subject was not going to suck him further into the dark side, as the old man so graciously put it. Why couldn't the man simply stop wasting his time in trying to find pathetic teachers who survives a year at most?

To top of his mood after witnessing the new teacher enter the hall when his name was announced, a silly pathetic excuse of a student decided to pick on one of his second year boys by teasing his family name. Acting as any Slytherin would do, the boy defend his family and honour by casting a rather nasty spell on the Ravenclaw fool, which caused his opponent to sprout hairy warts all over his skins. The Ravenclaw idiot lost points offcourse, but was lucky that Severus arrived in time to prevent the slytherin from casting something far more worse than warts. Tomorrow there would be no doubt that his student and the Ravenclaw fool would be summoned to the headmasters office for further consequences. He would have to, once again, stretch and bend the rules to convince the headmaster in letting the boy stay.

It was always the same. Every year after year, things acted out as a routine that couldn't be stop. Sometime it made the professor wonder why on earth he didn't qualify as a devination teacher as well......after all he could just about predict the repeated events that seemed to happen ever since he was a boy attending the school.

Finally, after patrolling the halls for any students who thought breaking curfew on the first night back would be entertaining, Severus retired for the night. He sat himself in his large dark green leather chair, which faced the crackling and blazing fire and was located in his small personal library. With a coffee table to his right; decorated with a glass and bottle of the finest rum, and a soft leather footstool that allowed him to rest his feet upon and relax, he settled himself comfortably in the chair to read a book until sleep befell him. Nothing felt better than liquor, warmth, and a book, at that very moment for Severus. This was more like it. This was what a man his age deserved. Piece, quite and re........

The door to his headquarters suddenly burst open, causing Severus to quickly stand up and toss the book to the floor. Usually the great potion's master would be cursing and sneering threatening the invader with detentions, as well as deducting house points.....but.......... the door that was flung open with such force was the private hidden door beside his bookshelf which lead to the Slytherin Common Room.

It was only know by the prefects as an emergency access to an adult when needed, or as a secret port key that allowed Severus Snape to keep a close eye on his students, for they had become to him the closet thing to a family that he had every had. And although the snaky and evil potion master refused to show an sings of weakness in front of the other students and teachers outside of his house, his personality and approach to HIS students in private was far more father like.

"Ms Parkinson, what is wrong?" he asked in concern as he took a step closer to the sweaty and frustrated prefect.

Catching her breath Pansy replied in gasps. "P...p.. professor ....it's one of the first years......you have to come quick.....she is scaring the others without meaning to......" And without waiting for a reply from her professor Pansy headed back out the door and back into the common room before sprinting up the stairs to the girls dormitory. Wasting no time, the professor was close behind her, though not sprinting, but brusquely walking to the dormitory.

As he approached the doors, he could hear the whispering of the other girls awoken by harsh whimpering moans. The sorting hat had no doubt placed another troubled child in his house, one alike many others he had dealt with before. Children that had witnessed the dark side of life and had lost their innocence's as young as the age of four. From personal experiences he too knew how frightening these nightmares could be for them. Especially when what they witnessed involved brutality to others.

His students were not as dark, cunning, filthy and unfriendly as they portrayed themselves to be in front of others. Deep down they were just as human as the rest of them. The only difference was that they had received far more damage to their souls than others. Being nasty was simply the best way to cover the damage. He too knew that from personal experience as well.

After he entered the girls dormitory, it did not take him long to find where the whimpers were coming from. At the far end on the very last bed lay a small petite girl struggling franticly. Her sheets had wound themselves tightly around her body from her fighting. Perspiring from her fear and struggles her green silk sleepwear were soaked along with the fore line of her head and pillow. Her fits lay clenched tightly, knuckles snow white from the force, while her cheeks burned a fiery red in colour from her fever.

Sighing he made his way through the crowd of girls, reassuring them that the girl was alright and he couldn't help her unless they quietened. By the time he had reached the struggling girl, the others had respected his wishes and stopped their whispering only to watch in curiosity or understanding. After all this was not the first time he had come into their dormitory at night to sooth one of them. He stood tall above her restless sleep, looking down upon her with heartbreak as he asked the prefect who stood beside him, for the girls name.

"Endorra Redwood, sir." Pansy replied while she licked her lips nervously. Pansy had been similar to Endorra in her first year. Constantly she awoke her fellow room mates from her screams or whimpers. It took her three years to fully overcome the fear she possessed in her with the help of the professor. But standing before another girl, who was acting similar to what she did in her first year, she could not help but feel that pain and fear again.

"Endorra..." Severus whispered as he leant over and placed his palm gently across her forehead to brush away her dark red locks and take her temperature.

She whimpered as a response and sharply turned he head away.

"Endorra.....child..." Severus began again as he gently stroked her cheek. "Wake up.....it isn't real."

"Nooooo.......help me....." she moaned, arching her back as if something had hit her.

"Endorra.." Severus spoke again, this time more firmly.

Still there was no response other than helpless please and moans.

"Professor why isn't she waking?" Pansy asked. She was now bitting her nails, a sign of her childhood nervous gestures.

"Endorra.....wake up! Listen to me....it is just a dream..." Severus spoke, again firmly, but this time shaking her shoulders slightly.

Yet still all the little girl did was toss and turn and moan louder.

"Professor..." another girl quivered, sitting up on her bed that was ,located beside Endorra's. "What's wrong with her?"

Severus turned towards the other first year to reassure her everything was fine when a sudden scream exploded and echoed throughout the room. Snapping his head back towards the little girl, Severus had little time to register what was occurring before the whole bed erupted into flames.

"Back...all of you...Now!" he hissed, shooing the girls far away from the flaming bed. The other girls screamed in shock and terror as they watched the burning flame surround the bed that Endorra was sitting on.

"Help her...." Screamed one of them.

"Professor..." yelled another.

But Severus took no action at all. He was too stunned at the sight before him. The little girl, Endorra, was sitting amongst blazing flames showing no sings of pain, just tears at her sudden loss of control. She began to rock slowly backwards and forwards mumbling the words 'I'm sorry', over and over again as she watched the other girls around her back further away in fear.

"Why aren't you in pain....or burning.....your sitting in fire!" screeched another first year. With that, the girls started to cry and screech, and murmur.

"Silence!" Severus hissed, causing the room to quieten once more, enough to here Endorra's repetitive apology.

"A pyrokenetic I assume?" the professor asked.

Endorra nodded her head slowly.

"I see. Well....does this always happen in your sleep?"

Endorra hesitated before slowly whispering, "No."

"When does it happen?"

Swallowing hard she gently wiped away the tears from her checks as she replied softly. "Only when I see something bad in my sleep...."

Severus nodded.

"I'm sorry." Endorra moaned.

"It is alright. Can you control it?"

"Sometimes." she whispered curling herself into a small ball before closing her eyes to prevent seeing the shocked and frighten faces of her room mates.

"Can you try and put out the flame so I can approach you?" Severus asked softly, taking a step closer to the bed.

During their conversation, already the flame that had covered her whole bed ,was slowly disappearing to become a small glow around her body. Nodding her head once more to the professors request she closed her eyes and concentrated with all her might. Three minute latter the flame subsided.

"I'm sorry..." Endorra moaned softly, turning her head away in shame.

"I know little one," Severus sighed before outstretching his hand to her. "Come. Let us go retrieve some sleeping drought. It would less your chances of loosing control again during your sleep."

She hesitated for a moment or two, staring at her professor outstretched hand in misery and caution. What if she hurt him? She thought.

"It is alright. You wont hurt me....nor shall I bite you."

Gently she slipped her small and delicate hand into his and allowed him to lead the way.

As she walked, her head hung in shame. She was too afraid to watch the disgust and fear on her room mates faces, for she knew how the reaction was about this curse she possessed. She had seen it all her life from everyone including her family.

Quietly following the professor through the parting crowd of girls, who didn't dare come an inch or three closer to her, she wondered how the year would go by, now that the others new her most shameful secrete. Her unforgivable curse.

tbc

authors note: Please review and tell me what you think. I need to know if its worth continuing. Thanks for reading.