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"Severus Snape!" Professor McGonagall shrieked later on in the Entrance Hall, "What by Merlin are you doing?"
Snape had successfully suspended all four Marauders in the air and had layered hex upon hex upon them.
"He snuck up behind us!" Sirius yelled; he resembled a large black Puffskein dressed in Hogwart's robes.
"No, they insulted me, my mother and my grandmother; torched my books and made my hair curl." And to Snape's credit, his hair floated around his hair in curls worthy of an afro.
"That was a counter-curse!" gritted James, his ridged body covered head to toe in bright green boils.
"Silencio!" Snape murmured and James continued to sprout obscenities silently.
"Detention Snape. And the same for you four up there." McGonagall said, muttering counter curses, brining them down with a plunk.
"But me and Remus didn't do anything." Peter whined, rubbing this mousy brown head.
"Thanks a lot, Wormtail!" Sirius growled, pointing a hairy finger at him.
McGonagall then shooed the Marauders towards her office and rebuked Snape, her brown hair was done tightly in a bun. Then she left.
Storming away to the nearest bathroom, Snape inspected his huge curls. Muttering in disgust, he de-frizzed it until he looked normal again. He looked into his dark brown eyes and pale face: he had inherited his father's dark hair and eyes, but his face was his mother's.
Ugly bitch. He thought and splashed water on his reflection in fury.
"I thought it looked good on you." Tinkled a voice behind him.
"Go away Myrtle." He muttered. The ghost of the girl floated from inside the toilet.
"Oh, that's lovely. "Go away Myrtle", "bite my arse, Myrtle," that's all I ever hear." She sobbed.
"Merlin," Snape growled, "were you on your period when you died? Your emotional state is getting on my nerves."
"Oh ho, a sexist one I see." Myrtle giggled, wiping away airy tears, "well, I'm sure that you wouldn't want to hear my message…well, my rumour from the girls' bathroom."
"What message?" Snape asked.
"Hmm, one of the girls was saying that you were cute, and the others laughed at her…I don't what her definition of cute was: "interesting, but ugly" might have been my def-
"Who said this?" Snape cut the ghost off. Myrtle looked offended.
"Some red-head…named after some flower…where are you going?"
"Out." And Snape flew long the corridors as fast as his heart raced. He finally had something to look forward to, some hope in his dark heart. He ran towards the Slytherin portal and slammed into the bare, stone wall. He had forgotten to say the password.
"Dammit, Macbeth!" the wall opened and he went straight to the dormitory. He swung open his box of personals and retrieved the expensive potions. He was suddenly looking forward to the Christmas Ball. He suddenly stopped. What if Myrtle was right? What if she looked at him as if he was some cute little kitten or ornament? It wasn't worth getting all hyped about it.
Lily Evans, he thought, I wish I could talk to you. I wish with my heart that I had the guts to ask you out. How did Sirius do it? It came to him with ease, but that might only be because he was bone achingly handsome. If he had his body for one night…who knows what he would have done?
He thought of Polyjuice potions and his plans to use them, or using the potion of obsessive love to win her. A triumphant light came to his eyes.
That's cheating Severus he thought, slinking back into his mattress. Is there anyway to win her heart with just his looks and personality?
He felt his face: the slim crooked nose, the strong chin, thin lips and the heavy brow ridge. His hair was lank and oily. He had no idea why it remained oily: he washed it every day, yet it seemed to glisten with thick moisture. He was tall yet he had no substance to his frame, but he had the strong wiry strength of a cat. What is so wrong with me, that she doesn't see me?
"Sevy?" a young female's voice quavered. Snape poked out his dark head to confront a short dark adolescent girl. Amaryllis Littlechild was on the verge of tears; her black eyes seemed to swim in the depths of her sorrow. Snape's eyes softened.
"Ama? Ama, what's wrong?" he asked, suddenly worried. Despite his complaints against her, he felt closest to her at the school. And Ama was the only person allowed to even sit on his bed. She clambered through the curtains and threw her arms around him.
"Ama? Tell me what happened." He demanded, clutching her shaking body. She began to cry big round tears. He took her face into her hands and wiped her cheek. Ironic, he thought, regarding her pretty pixie-like face, that she's the only beautiful girl who wants to touch me, and I feel no attraction to her what-so-ever.
"It-it was Rudolphus Lestrange," she sobbed, "he-he…"
"Did he hurt you?" Snape demanded.
Ama shook her head, "he wanted to touch me again. H-he took me into a class room –an-and…"
"Look into my eyes, Ama." Reluctantly she did so.
"Legimens," he said, placing his wand on her forehead. He saw a fleeting image of Ama pinned down under a curse, and the elder of the Lestrange brothers, Rudolphus touching her face, her chest and reaching lower. He was lifting up her skirts when Peeves the poltergeist had flown into the room and started to shriek for the teachers. He fled the room, and as the spell wore off, she too fled.
He withdrew hastily from the memory and hugged her harder, "you have to report this." He said.
"I can't, Sevy. I can't. How can I say this to Professor Slughorn, when I can't even say it to you?"
"You don't have to say it to Slughorn, you can go to the Matron, or the headmaster. Just tell someone."
"He will kill me!" she cried, "He will hunt me down, Sevy." She began to cry again. Awkwardly, he kissed her forehead.
"No he won't." he murmured. He lay along the length of the bed, and took her into his arms as she cried, "I'll make sure he won't."
Amaryllis is a random charater, but she becomes important later on in the story...and for the ages of Death Eaters and other characters, I have no idea, but I'mdoing guesswork on this.
