OOC: I most obviously do not own Harry Potter. If I do..well where the heck is my royalty! XD
AN: This runs in a similar vein as Excel and Il's 'relationship' (From the anime Excel Saga) only much much more serious. I think I'll make a FF7 version for the original one shot version I had planned. This is based off of a RPG forum...so thereare a LOT of OCs.
Shocking that I would make a Sev/OC, I know, but it has HISTORY behind it, really!
Chapter 1: Detention
"Faelivrin?...Miss Faelivrin!"
The red head jumped, and looked up from her desk at the furious professor. "Y-yes sir?"
His dark eyes smoldered with anger, as he swept up to the desk, robes billowing out dramatically. Oh, blast. The robes never billow unless he's serious...what were our point standings again?
"MISS FAELIVRIN, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!"
Miriella nearly leapt out of her seat, snapping to attention. The professor looked genuinely enraged now. Thinking was definitely a bad idea whilst being lectured...it tended to distract you from the actual lecture.
"What could be so terribly important that today's lesson is unimportant?" His voice and expression were smoothed, but not even a first year would be fooled by his act. Well...at least not any but an incredibly dense one, anyway.
"Nothing, sir..."
"Is that so?" He quirked an eyebrow. "Then what could you have possibly been doing instead of listening to the lesson?"
"But, sir, I was listening to the lesson!"
"Repeat a word of it."
"Asphodel."
"Do I have to take points for your cheek, Faelivrin?"
She sighed. Why me? Why, of all Slytherins, must he choose me alone to pick on? "Asphodel is a name for plants of several genera of the family Lilaceae-or lily. The true asphodels belong to two small and very similar genera: Asphodelus and Asphodeline, of the Mediterranean region and India. The showy flower spike of the former is usually white; of the latter, yellow..."
"Other than what is on the board!"
"But...sir...surely everything important would be put there...how am I supposed to say something that wasn't frivolous without quoting the board?"
"Fine! Detention Saturday!" The man snarled, before flouncing back to the desk and continuing his lesson as if there had been no interruption.
Sometimes I wonder if he misheard the Sorting Hat, and just thinks I'm some freaky Gryffindor who hangs out with Slytherins all the time. She gave a slight smile at the thought. But he still didn't take any points...
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She frowned slightly as she walked up to the teacher's desk. Students were filing out of the dungeons as quickly as possible. A few Hufflepuffs snuck sympathetic glance toward her, and were rewarded with a death glare for their efforts.
The dark haired professor glanced up irritably, as if he had forgotten until just now about her detention. "I did not say today, Faelivrin."
"Who will I be serving it with?"
"Professor Hagrid." He said without missing a beat. "He seems to be having some difficulties handling his monsters."
"Yes, sir." She nodded, hoping her disappointment did not show through in her voice. I guess he doesn't think I'm a Gryffindor...he'd have assigned me to him if he did.
The man went back to his work for several moments, before apparently realizing she was still standing there, and glancing up with a growl. "Dismissed, Faelivrin!"
The red head nodded quickly, and hurried out of the dungeons. Her two classmates waited outside, smirks plastered on her face.
"Judging by your expression, he didn't use the excuse of detention to confess his undying love this time, either?" The Italian girl said, walking up.
"Shut your trap, Dolohov!"
"So it went badly, then?" The other one asked, a feline twinkle in her eyes reflecting her animagus form.
"Stuff it, Black."
The two girls laughed, and trailed after her as she stormed through the halls. She had not been very irritated to begin with, much more disappointed, really.
Almost seven years. Seven sodding years of this! I could have left three yeas ago! Does he care? No! I ought to show him just how much I know! Her right hand slipped up to graze the scar left on her forearm. He just doesn't understand everything I've done...he thinks I'm just another student...everyone does...
"Day dreaming again? Don't you ever learn?" Kendra smirked.
"Who are you, Parkinson! Sod off!" Miriella snarled, sweeping into the Slytherin common room, slamming the door and warding it.
"MIRIELLA! Open up!"
"Bugger off, you twits!" She growled, adding a few wards for effect.
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"Oy! So yeh'r the one he sent?" The half-giant rumbled, poking his head out of the cabin.
The Slytherin woman frowned. "Yes. What are we doing?"
"Ah, th' Runespoor crop's causin' trouble. Th' righ' heads are bitin' at all th' middles...We need ta separate them!"
"Lovely."
The man did not seem to notice her sarcasm, and walked off happily toward the pens that held the three-headed snakes.
Miriella gave a sigh and followed. At least it's snakes...
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"Did you hear? Did you hear!" The brunette burst into the dormitory, and ran up to the red-haired woman's bed, face unusually pale. "They've been summoned! They've been summoned!"
The girl looked up from the Charms book she had been scribbling in. "Is there are reason you feel you have to repeat everything you say? Do you have the Refero Curse?"
The brunette settled a death glare on her. "Look. The Death Eaters have been summoned!"
Miriella quirked an eyebrow. "What are you suggesting? If you want to find out what your dear boyfriend is doing, go tail Parkinson. She's probably just finished snogging Potter about now, and is tripping over her robes to get to the meeting in time."
"Shut it, red-headed energizer bunny! I'm sick of you implying I'm with Voldemort!" A dark haired woman stormed into the dorm. "I already told you its you!"
"Then how come you're not asleep at 3 in the morning, Parkinson?"
"I'm on patrol!" The woman snapped.
"Whatever. Why is everyone gathering here?"
"Not for your company, that's for sure." Pansy sniffed.
"Bite me, Parkinson."
"Will you two quit it! Vincent could be in danger!" Kendra screamed, knocking a lamp to the floor to get the attention of the arguing women.
"Crabbe is fine, Dolohov!" Miriella sighed. "Why would it be about him?"
"It's probably not about any of us." Pansy nodded.
"Why don't you go find out, Parkinson?"
"That's it, I'm going to kill you!" The dark haired woman snarled, drawing her wand.
"Bring it!"
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The 'man' sneered down at his follower. "It is a simple mission. Surely you can do it."
The dark haired man nodded slightly. "O-of course, My lord. It will be done."
"Good...I have come to expect only the best from you, Severus. You will not disappoint me?"
"No, My lord, I will not fail to extract the information from the girl."
AN: Originally this was just going to be a dark one-shot, but I came up with an interesting enough storyline to make this a full-out story. This is obviously AU--even for the RPG this is based on.
Miri was taking notes for school, BTW, not pulling a HBP on her charms book.
-Yusagi Sombermoon
