Full Summary: A girl followed by the darkness of her name and the light of her nature. A Harry Potter we never got the chance to see. A Severus Snape facing a truth hidden from him for years. Raw feelings and passions, wounds and healings, and the eternal war of darkness against light seen from a quite different perspective.
A dead Voldemort and an alive Sirius. The challenges of parenting and those of the young yet true love. The friendship and love between two different souls, two different natures. The parallel healing of a damaged man by a lost young girl and of a lost young girl by a damaged man. A story of second chances and never giving up. A story of courage to be different and acceptance of your true self. The story of Nox and how she poured light in so many lives.
Warning: The story will contain spankings in future chapters.
Warning: Underage sex scene in this chapter
The story will most likely contain some sex scenes (others than the first one). I feel pretty weird about them since it's the first time I ever wrote something like that, so please be tactful about them.
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The sun was setting, painting the thick clouds on the horizon in dim shades of purple and violet. The first rain drops started falling a few minutes later. It was then that the two men dressed in black robes looked at Nox questioningly. The young girl, looking older than her years dressed in formal black clothes, glanced at the swirling path descending the hill that led to the old cemetery where they were standing. Seeing no one approaching, she silently nodded to the two men and opened her black umbrella as the rain drops began to fall faster.
As she watched the two men magically hover her mother's coffin and gently lower it into the freshly dug grave, her eyes watered and a few stray tears were scattered by the strong wind. Grabbing a handful of dirt from the pile beside the grave, she let it fall on the wooden casket and then stepped back slowly as the rest of the dirt-pile magically covered it. She then silently turned and kindly thanked the few people who offered their condolences to her and her mother's best friend, Abigail, the only person who was there for her at this dark time. A couple of minutes later, with Abigail gently supporting her, they took the short road back to the village and towards Nox's house.
The young girl was looking to the dark clouds when she softly told Abigail, "He didn't come."
The woman only tightened her grip on the girl's forearm reassuringly and tried her best to keep her own tears in check. Nox was dealing with too much already. She needed someone strong beside her to let go, to cry, to shout and to accuse everything in this world for her loss. But no matter how strong she had stood beside her goddaughter, the girl had yet to express any violent current of emotion. Except a few stray tears during the funeral, she had been shocked into a state of silence, an unreal calm that scared Abigail more than anything.
"He probably did not make it on time, love. After all he was only brought the news yesterday. News bittersweet and huge… Your mother's loss, your own existence. Do not judge him just yet," Abigail told her comfortingly.
"He should've come. He should be here," was all the girl answered. She breathed in the wet air, the sweet smell of rain and wet earth.
Her mother had loved that smell.
"He accepted taking care of you the moment he learnt the news, Nox. I know because it was me who let him know. Trust me, love, he is a good, honorable man," the woman said again.
Nox didn't say anything. She just dropped the still open umbrella at the front door and entered the house, heading directly to her room, where she locked herself inside. Sliding down the door and onto the floor, she hugged her knees tightly and rested her chin on top of them. Glancing out of her window she watched the lighting that slashed through the dark sky. Feeling nothing but anger, she slowly rose and headed for her record-player, her pride and joy, and put in her favorite disc, a present from her mother for her fifteenth birthday a few months back. As the notes of the first song filled her room she turned on the small red table lamp on her desk and then went to her closet and opened its doors wide.
She gathered her carefully arranged clothes in her arms and dropped them on her bed. She eyed the bundle of colorful fabrics and, without so much as a second thought, she took her wand out. Moving it silently, she levitated a sweater in mid air and with a quiet incantation turned it from bright red to black. Then, with a few more purposeful wand movements, she made sure it had a few tears here and there, and moved to the rest of them. As the record-player was now singing Nevermind's last song, her whole wardrobe was turned to black, dark purple, dark green and crimson. The only colors she cared to wear from now on. Dark enough for her to grieve, but not plain black for others to notice.
She then continued with some serious shortening of her dresses and skirts. If her father chose to ignore her and to not be there for her this dreadful day, she would make sure he would notice her from now on whenever he saw her. After all, Hogwarts was a pretty prestigious school, all about decency and British snob stuff. At least from what she had heard. So this seemed a good enough way to stand out. Of course she knew there was a uniform she'd be wearing during classes, but still, she did not have to wear it after her classes ended.
When she was satisfied with her "new" clothes and style, she carefully folded the clothes and placed them in her half-packed suitcase that rested open in the middle of the room. Whispering the lyrics of "Something in the Way," she carefully put her favorite picture of herself and her mother on top of the clothes and watched the two of them laughing heartily in the middle of a blooming meadow where they'd had a wonderful picnic last spring.
"No more picnics for you, Nox," she told herself quietly. "Only…. Nox."
She smiled sarcastically at the meaning of her name. Her mother had told her about it one night as she combed Nox's black hair in front of the open window, while they watched the full moon.
"It means night," her mother had told her with a sweet and breathy voice. "I gave it to you, because, when I saw you and held you for the first time, the only thing I could think of was how you were the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. Beautiful as the starry night, with eyes the color of the night sky when it's lit by the full moon!"
Nox had been proud to use her name whenever asked, as she knew it carried her mom's love and admiration. But now it carried pain. Fury and darkness, like the clouded dark sky that had turned completely black.
Abigail leaned on the window frame in the living room, staring not at the dark and stormy Norway sky outside but at the closed door of her beloved goddaughter. She heard the soft music coming from inside and felt hot tears trickling down her cheeks. She and Aria had been best friends from infancy up until Aria's last day. They had been together during everything. Muggle school, Durmstrang, first loves and heartaches, Aria's flirt with Severus and her unexpected pregnancy...
Abigail was Aria's only support when her widowed Muggle father kicked her out upon hearing about the baby. She was the one to babysit little Nox when her mother had to work double shifts at night in order to make ends meet and the one who helped Aria through her last year in Durmstrang to get her diploma.
After that things got better. Aria was a very talented witch and she soon got a well-paid job and had enough free time to spend with her beloved daughter, too. She was adamant about never telling Severus, though. When the two of them got together, neither had wanted anything serious. She had decided that he didn't have to know, or to feel like he had to support them, when he was barely standing on his own feet when the two of them met. She could be both a mother and a father for Nox. That's what she told herself and Abigail whenever she mentioned that Nox deserved to know her father.
The truth, of course, lay hidden, and further festered Aria's traumatic relationship with her father, who had always accused her of destroying his life upon her arrival, when neither he nor her mother, who died giving birth to her, could raise her. Wanting nothing more than to save her little daughter the pain of rejection Aria herself had suffered her whole life, she refused to take the chance of letting Severus know.
The years passed. Illness struck. It was too vicious and fast for either Muggle or magical treatment to save her: an aggressive cancer that killed her within a month's time. And Nox was there the whole time, watching her mother slowly losing the battle. Abigail would never understand why fate was so cruel to two such wonderful women as Aria and Nox.
But the damage was done. Nox lost her mother, saw her dying, and the wound was too big for Abigail to fix. She tried talking to her goddaughter and preparing her, but nothing she did seemed to be able to pull Nox out of the well of sorrow she was steadily sinking into. She had always been different and unique—introverted and silent, radiating an aura of mystique that didn't match her age. She was always difficult. Rebellious and defiant to everyone and everything except her mother, with whom she had a rare and mystic bond. Nox was always fighting her own battles; independent and a loner, she preferred her music, books and personal space over the company of others.
A few days before her death Aria managed to write her will, leaving everything she owned to her only daughter and expressing her wish for Nox to meet Severus and, upon his agreement, to live with him. In case he did not accept this, Abigail was named the second. Nox was startled when she heard this, but did not really care about anything besides the fact that Aria died. She did not much care about herself anymore, nor who would be her guardian nor even where she would live. Abigail made the contacts and informed Severus of the situation immediately after Aria's death and Severus, even though beyond shocked, told her that of course he would take his daughter. Of course, that meant for Abigail that she would also lose Nox.
Shaking her head, Abigail cursed her selfishness. The most important thing right now was for Nox to meet her father. Maybe he was the only one capable of healing her. Pressing the cigarette into the ash tray, she quickly headed to the kitchen and reheated the vegetable soup she had cooked earlier that day. Nox had not eaten since yesterday and she had a long trip tomorrow. When she had served two steaming bowls and set the table, she went to the girl's room and knocked gently.
"Nox? Dinner's ready, love," she called through the door. When she got no answer, she knocked once and then tried to enter, but the door was locked.
"Nox! Are you ok, honey?" she asked, concerned. "Honey, please, you need to eat!"
Silence. Sighing, the woman went to the table and sat waiting for a couple of minutes. When she lost any hope of her goddaughter's appearance she emptied both bowls in the sink and headed for the couch where she was sleeping. Tomorrow was the day that she would have to say goodbye to Nox until Christmas, when she planned to visit. Closing her eyes did not stop the tears from flowing as Abigail cried herself to sleep.
Nox worked carefully to adopt Snape's handwriting as best as she could.
With the slight aid of magic and a lot concentration, she had it almost perfect in a few minutes. She glanced at the two letters: the real one, which she had never given to Abigail, and the one she created, and nodded her approval. Almost perfect, she thought. The original letter was informing Abigail that he could not accept Nox for another two days due to pending business regarding his work, which he wanted out of the way before he met his daughter. Nox was slightly disappointed at first but then again, she realized she did not expect anything better from the man who did not come to her mother's funeral. She only felt more anger rising inside of her. Anger for his years of absence. Of course she knew that this was not his fault, but she could never accuse her mother of anything now that she had lost her. The only one she could direct her anger at was the unknown, absent father.
She realized, though, that she would like the idea of spending a couple of days in the village near the school alone. See the place, get to know it, meet some people maybe. She would be able to drink, too, since Abigail made sure she had no access to alcohol whatsoever. A few days of dizziness and freedom seemed like a nice alternative to her and the only way to get used to England.
So she wrote a second letter that simply said, "Ms Monders, I will gladly accept Nox tomorrow. Everything is set for her arrival. I will owl you to let you know she arrived safely. Sincerely, Severus Snape"
Rolling the parchment, she tied it with the little red band the original letter came with and quietly left her room and headed for the couch where her godmother was sleeping.
"Abs?" she asked lightly as she touched her shoulder.
The older woman stirred awake and looked at Nox, bewildered.
"Everything ok?" she asked immediately.
"Yes, this just came for you." Nox handed her godmother the letter, watching as Abigail scanned the spidery writing. "It's from Snape. To let you know everything is arranged for tomorrow."
Abigail nodded numbly and Nox turned and left, going back to her room before she could be asked any questions.
She hid the original letter in one of her books, throwing it into the suitcase and zipping it up. Flopping onto her bed, she carefully shrank her beloved record player and levitated it inside the trunk that would also be sent with her and held everything she wanted from this house: her discs and books and a few of her mother's things, as well as her guitar and a few of her posters. After securing the trunk, she turned on her side and closed her eyes, praying that she'd be able to sleep for at least a few hours..
At seven fifteen in the morning, Abigail and Nox were standing right outside the ship that would take Nox to England. The older woman had not managed to keep her eyes from watering as she hugged her goddaughter tight.
"You will be at the port in four hours tops, and then you will only have to use the fireplace to get to Hogwarts." She guided Nox to the ship, her voice trembling.
"Severus Snape's office. Don't worry, Abs, everything is arranged. I'll have no trouble," Nox said as she hugged Abigail back fiercely. She felt slightly relieved at leaving everything that reminded her of her loss behind, but also hated that she was leaving the only other person besides her mom she had ever had.
"And you will owl me as soon as you arrive, ok?"
"I promise."
Breaking the hug, Abigail now held Nox at arm's length and told her seriously, "And, Nox, if anything happens, if you decide you do not want to live with your father for whatever reason, or you just need to see me, you can owl me and I will be there the very same day! Promise me you'll never hesitate to call me if you need me!"
Nox smiled sadly. "I promise, Abs. If anything happens I'll let you know, and if I want to come back I'll just say so."
"Good girl. And do give Severus a chance. He deserves it. Now you'd better board, love, or you'll miss your ship. I love you so much!" Abigail said with a final hug.
Nox returned the embrace and then broke it to turn her back and head for the ship's entrance before her godmother saw her tears. A few minutes later she was on the ship's exterior deck and watched her small town steadily fade out as the ship gained speed. Abigail was a mere black dot at the port and soon was lost in the deep fog that the ship generated to be invisible to Muggle eyes. Nox slowly went inside, as the cold air made her shiver, and collapsed in her seat.
Five hours away from England, she thought.
It was actually simpler than she thought.
As soon as she disembarked from the ship, she spotted the small building to which most of the passengers were heading. Levitating her stuff with wandless magic to avoid the stupid under-age magic detector they supposedly had that Abigail had told her about, Nox headed towards the building. After taking a couple of minutes to ask for an inn in Hogsmeade with a fireplace connected to the Floo network, she leapt into the flames, which swirled her out at a cozy pub with more than a few customers. A big wooden sign over the bar read in fiery red letters, "The Three Broomsticks"
She had meticulously worn her makeup in such a way that she passed for at least an eighteen-year-old, and changed to some of her "new" clothes before her arrival. Hoping it would work, she approached the bar and smiled slightly at the blonde woman behind it, who smiled back warmly.
"Hello, darling. I am Madame Rosmerta. How can I help you?" she asked with a voice clear and loud.
"I'd like a room for a couple of days please," Nox answered as casually as she could muster. Going beyond her expectations, Rosmerta smiled and nodded eagerly.
"I have the perfect one for you, love. Cozy and warm with a great view of the village's square. You will love it! Can I have a name please?" the woman asked kindly.
"Lucy Adams," Nox quickly answered. She had decided to use her middle name—a little altered from the original Luscinia—as her first and a common surname she had thought of on the ship over. She had rehearsed it in her head over a thousand times to make sure she would say it realistically enough.
"Alrighty then! How about you rest and get something to eat until I have someone carry your stuff upstairs and freshen up the room?" Rosmerta suggested happily after writing down the fake name.
"That sounds lovely, thank you!" Nox answered trying hard to sound happy.
She was more than satisfied that her plan worked but now the only thing she wanted was to drink on her own, with no one bothering her. Giving it some thought, she decided to sit at a quiet small corner table that would most certainly allow her to see the customers who frequented the Three Broomsticks.
She quickly gave her order to Rosmerta and then sat comfortably at her table watching those around her with interest. At this hour the place was filled with older people, around their forties, if she judged correctly. She unconsciously checked every man in the pub for any hint of resemblance to her, but was both relieved and disappointed to find none.
Nox ate in a matter of minutes, and before she headed to the stairs with the key Rosmerta gave her along with her lunch, she ordered a firewhiskey to her room and chose to ignore the woman's somewhat surprised face as she turned her back to prepare the drink.
The room was indeed cozy and warm. Glancing out the window, she decided the view was not as beautiful as Rosmerta chose to describe it. But still, it was warm; it had a double bed, and fresh towels. Those were more than enough.
As she sat in the big armchair in the corner of the room, her firewhiskey appeared right beside her on the small table. Taking it longingly she drank a big gulp and closed her eyes as the fiery drink slid down her throat. With another two gulps she finished it and let the welcoming dizziness lead her to a sweet incoherent trance, where she did not care about anything. Closing her eyes, she slept in the big armchair for the first time in what seemed like days.
Harry Potter was walking with long strides from the suburbs of Hogsmeade towards the Broomsticks. The last few weeks had been awful, and the ones that would come seemed like they'd be even worse.
He remembered his last fight with his godfather and anger rose anew. He knew he shouldn't be angry and that he was probably being unfair, but he simply didn't care. Sirius was cool and everything, he cared for Harry like nobody had till his third year when he met him, but the last few months he had been a downright dick.
All of a sudden Sirius had decided to play it strict and responsible and started saying no. Harry wasn't used to no. He was used to having no one to answer to until he was thirteen years old, and then he was used to a godfather who was so happy to have him that he didn't impose any rules or restrictions.
And Harry liked that. He more than liked it; he made the best out of it. And making the best out of it had led to late nights out, drinking whenever possible, quite a few failed classes as well as a growing defiance of his godfather when he turned fifteen. When Sirius realized it, he tried to change his course of action. Of course that, combined with the inevitable rebelliousness of Harry's teenage years, could only lead to fights. Lots of fights. About everything. From curfews to chores, from drinking to dating. Harry was in a state of constant anger for no good reason. Voldemort was dead and he at last had a family. And yet, he felt angrier than at any other moment of his entire life.
Sirius had tried every approach he could think of and nothing seemed to work. And tonight, when Harry returned home after two days of no communication, he had been livid. They had the worst fight ever and Harry had angrily left the house again and headed to the Broomsticks. A butterbeer with a pinch of firewhiskey from the flask he always had on him—a trick he had learnt from Mad-Eye—would be perfect. And so he entered the pub and ordered his first butterbeer. And then his second. And then his third. It was then, when he had began feeling a little dizzy, that that he first saw her.
He shook his head slightly as she descended the stairs that led to the Broomsticks' rental rooms. Small-framed and slim, with alabaster-pale skin. Her raven black hair was in a complicated, messy updo with a few stray locks swaying around her gorgeous face. Her eyes were the bluest Harry had ever seen, while her lips, dark red from her lipstick, were full and beautiful.
Dressed in a tight dark blue dress that showed her figure perfectly and high-heeled black boots, her hands in openwork black gloves, she looked like a rock star. Harry lowered his stare when her eyes caught him and awkwardly took another sip from his drink. She moved gracefully around the pub and climbed up onto the stool right next to Harry.
Rosmerta came closer and without even looking at her, the pretty girl spoke her order in a voice so silvery and velvet, it reminded Harry of someone.
Nox kept staring at the new guy in the pub and could not help but like what she saw. Raven-black hair, which she loved, messy, which she loved more, and emerald green eyes. She kept staring at him openly as she gulped down her second firewhiskey for the day. When she had woken up after her drunken stupor earlier, she had decided that this was her chance to run wild. Now, she didn't care about anyone seeing her fail. She had no one left to disappoint and she couldn't care less about herself. Eying the young man beside her she decided to move things along.
"Nox," she told him as she leaned on the bar towards him, tilting her head to the side.
The boy looked over at her surprised. "What?"
"My name. It's Nox," she repeated, drinking another sip from her glass.
"Harry. Cool name."
"What, Harry?"
"No, Nox!" Harry chuckled, but stopped when he saw she was not even smiling.
"Thanks," she simply answered.
"You new here?" he asked.
"Yeah. My dad is from around here and I will be staying with him," she answered cautiously. Harry eyed the firewhiskey, confused. Nox gave a hint of a smile for the first time.
"I have passed for an adult," she said simply.
"And how old are you?" Harry asked intrigued.
Drinking another sip from her whiskey she answered, "Fifteen."
"Wow," Harry said, impressed, while thinking she was just a year younger than him. "You seem seventeen or even older."
"Thanks," she answered laconically. Then, steadying the trembling in her hands, she gulped down the rest of her drink at once before eyeing Harry and telling him plainly, "Would you sleep with me?"
Harry choked on his drink and looked at her incredulously. "What?" he asked hoarsely.
"What? I like you, I think you like me. I'd like to sleep with you. I've got a room right upstairs," she answered him plainly, tilting her head to the side again.
Harry looked at her, at a loss. She was gorgeous. More than gorgeous. And had something special about her. Something indescribable..
And he hadn't had sex in at least two months, which seemed much, much longer. Drinking the rest of his spiked butterbeer, he glanced at her once again and nodded. "Ok."
Nox nodded too and got up. Not even knowing why she had asked for it, she took his hand and led him through the tables and towards the stairs, which they both climbed quickly.
Entering her room she turned and looked at him somewhat awkwardly. To her relief, he closed in to her and kissed her gently. Closing her eyes, she got lost in his kiss. He was not the first guy she had kissed, but he would be the first one she'd have sex with. As the kiss went on, she felt his hands softly caressing her through her dress and then finding its zipper, slowly pulling it down.
Breaking the kiss, she wordlessly raised both her hands in the air and Harry took the hint to grab the edges of her dress and carefully remove it, leaving her in a lacy black bra, a matching thong and her boots. Then she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled off his shirt.
As Harry kicked his shoes off and started removing his jeans, she felt her breath quicken. She slowly unzipped and took off her boots before she lay on the bed and watched Harry approaching her, devouring her with his eyes full of awe.
When he lay on top of her, he nuzzled his nose in her neck, taking in her sweet scent. With one hand supporting his weight, he explored her breasts with his other, and then led it lower to cup her sex.
Nox felt herself propping her waist up to meet his touch and realized bewilderedly she was actually aroused. With one swift motion she unbuttoned and got rid of her bra and let her breasts spring free. Harry immediately kissed each of her nipples, sending electric currents through her body. Nox involuntarily moaned and her hands moved on their own accord to Harry's crotch, which was obviously enlarged. Hissing at her touch, Harry grabbed her panties and pulled them down swiftly. Then with trembling hands he started caressing her clit, satisfied to hear her moan in pleasure.
When he had her worked up enough, he took off his boxers as well and paused only for a moment to cast the protective spell on himself before sinking slowly inside her. Hopefully the under age-detector wouldn't catch his spell in a place full of witches and wizards.
As he sank into the tight warm wetness of this gorgeous creature, every thought disappeared from his head. Everything except Nox faded out completely. He thrust slowly, kissing her neck and lips all the while. Nox moaned lowly and tightened fingers that were clutching his forearms. Lost in her own drunken semisconsciousness, she felt something between pleasure and pain. She felt. That was a slight improvement. After a few more thrusts, she felt Harry coming, easing out of her, looking at her.
"You ok?" he asked, concerned when he saw her face neutral and slightly pained.
"Yeah…." she answered.
"I am sorry you didn't enjoy it as much as I did," he apologized awkwardly, wondering what had gone wrong. She had seemed to enjoy it a few seconds ago.
"Oh, trust me, I am more than satisfied," she answered truthfully, with her usual hint of a smile that never reached her eyes.
Harry smiled and then glanced at the bed in search of his discarded underwear. Instead of them though, he saw blood. His dick as well as the sheets had stains and drops of blood here and there. He glanced at Nox with eyes huge with surprise and bewilderment.
"You were a virgin?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes."
"Why the fuck didn't you say that earlier?" he demanded.
"Because you wouldn't have accepted," Nox answered sincerely.
"Nox, you can't be serious! Who would want a first time like this?" Harry asked again, not able to comprehend her calm attitude or the logic behind it.
"Me. Look, Harry, I really like you and I loved that it was with you. But had you said no, I would just have found myself another partner," she answered calmly as she stood and put her underwear and bra back on.
"Why?" Harry asked lamely, looking at her now, completely lost.
"Because," she answered him, staring back at his emerald green eyes with her dark blue ones. At his lack of response she told him, "Come on, Harry, we met, we liked each other, we had a one-night stand, we had a good time… I don't understand why this has to end in such a sour mood. We're not the first to do this, and we sure as hell aren't the last."
Harry looked at her with concern mixed with disbelief, but chose to nod. "Right."
"So, how about we get dressed and maybe get another drink before you leave?" she asked sweetly.
Harry nodded again. In a few minutes the two of them were back at the bar enjoying two firewhiskeys that Nox ordered for both of them.
"You're kind of weird," Harry said thoughtfully after the first gulp.
"Indeed," Nox answered, and that hint of a smile played on her lips again.
"Why? I mean, were you always like that?"
"Well, not as much as now, but I was always kinda different." She paused and then added with a sad smile, "My mother called me Nox because I reminded her of the night, even when I was just born. She always said I had something in me, a part of the moon and the stars and midnight." She glanced at the boy awkwardly. "I haven't told this to anyone before…"
"Well, it is true. You have something of moon and stars and midnight," Harry answered truthfully, though his thoughts flew back to her first phrase, 'not as much as now'. What had happened?
"What are you thinking?" she asked him, cocking her head on the side.
Before Harry could answer, though, he noticed something that made him put his glass down and curse in a low voice. Nox looked at him questioningly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"A teacher from my school," he answered. "He knows my godfather and he will probably tell him he saw me here drinking. Damn, he's coming this way!" Harry said angrily, but didn't even bother to hide his glass, knowing the man most certainly had already seen it.
Nox looked anxiously in the direction Harry had indicated, too. When her eyes met the pale-skinned, black-haired man, her heart skipped a beat. She lowered her eyes and tried to turn as much as she could in the opposite direction. Though she had never seen her father, she just knew that was he.
"Mr Potter," a silky voice sounded, a voice smooth as velvet, just like hers. "Care to tell me why there is a glass of firewhiskey in your hand?"
"You're not gonna believe this! It just apparated here! Weird, huh?" Harry answered sarcastically.
"I doubt that sarcasm will help you in the least."
"Leave me alone, Snape, school doesn't start for another two days; I don't have to listen to you, and I sure as hell don't have to answer to you!" Harry said angrily, and then he turned to Nox, who was too stunned to react in time, and said, "Nox, I am heading off. I had a great night. I'll see you again, right?"
Nox closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip.
Snape's voice sounded next, dead serious and low: "What exactly did you call her?"
"Nox! It's her name!" Harry answered curtly.
Snape's hand flew to the girl's shoulder and gently made her turn towards him. Having no escape left. Nox slowly raised her head and looked into her father's face for the first time.
"Nox?" Severus whispered disbelievingly, eying the girl from head to toe.
"Hi, Dad," the girl answered, her voice filled with tension.
"What? Don't tell me that's your dad!" Harry almost yelled.
"He is," Nox answered, looking at him warily.
"So you're telling me I fucking deflowered Snape's daughter?" Harry asked incredulously, not even thinking before the words had already left his mouth.
"You did what?" Snape bellowed turning his face from the one teen to the other.