Author's note: Whenever a character's name is placed above a chapter, the chapter is told through that character's point of view
Samantha
First Day Frights
All I could feel was the cool air of my dormitory as I clutched the covers tighter to my freezing body. The night terror I just had was not a good motive for my first day here. Dementors. That was the only thing running through my mind. My nightmare had only consisted of the cloaked, ragged beings. Ripping the happiness out of everything and everyone I loved. The constant ticking noise echoing through the room caused my eyes to glance towards the clock. It was time to get ready. I found it the most terrible day to start my new occupation and I was sure that I would be thinking about it all day. Today, this very day,was my father's death date.
When I emerged from my long slumber I broke out a large yawn and journeyed to my vanity. After taking a 2-second look at myself in the mirror I knew that I needed to utilize most of my time getting ready. I absolutely not going to present myself to my fellow teachers and students looking as atrocious as I did. My hair was going in all different directions and I looked like I had gotten hit by a car with the facial expression I wore.
"My dearest father, I miss you forever," I murmured as I slipped on my trousers and boots.
Slowly, I found myself drifting through my dormitory, completely oblivious to the world around me. Picking up my brush with my pale hands, I began to untangle the forest of knots in my hair. I knew I had to make a strong impression today. It was essential to me. I strolled over to the head of the stairs and proceeded to walk down them when it hit me: I had to work with him. The one that judged me immediately. The one the separated himself from the world. The one I knew as a child. Oh, yes I knew him.
He had carved features like that of a statue. The look in his eyes made him look like he was inanimate, non-living. He was pale. The exact shade of a marble sculpture. His hooked-nose was engraved in his statue form. His lips were always pulled back in a sneer or a look of pure disgust, hatred, or anger. They say that the lips are the most delicate skin on one's face. By the look of Severus Snape, I am prepared to say otherwise. His lips were a pale shade of red, as if eternally discolored by the blood that stained his lips during the second Wizarding War. His lips were etched into his facial figure. His face was thin like that of his body and his hair was the color of a wicked raven. His hair was shoulder-length and greasy. It formed a curtain around his marble face to veil whatever he was hiding behind his somber eyes.
Sooner or later I was outside of my painting. I looked to see if anyone was there but to my surprise there was nothing. Just bitter..utter..silence. Then I heard chattering coming from down the corridor. The students. I began to walk towards them when something, or rather, someone stopped me in my tracks. Him.His lips pulled back into that foul sneer, as he parted the crowd of students.
"Interesting...you're on time," he began. "Let's go."
My eye twitched. How annoying could you get? Never as annoying as Severus Snape.
"Hey, aunt Sammy, " Draco walked next to me.
"Good morning, Draco," I replied.
From that point on, my nephew and I spoke until we reached the Great Hall.
"Ah, Samantha," Minerva began, "how was your first night?"
"Fine, Minerva. Thank you," I smiled.
I patted Draco on the shoulder and proceeded to the High Table. When I sat at my seat I was greeted by the predicted response: a snicker from the Potion's Master. Albus rose from his seat and silenced the Great Hall
"Let the feast begin!"
I began to dig in. I lived by myself in my manor so I depended on myself for everything. I glanced over at Snape who was,ever so slowly, spreading strawberry jam on his toast. Without him noticing, I gently brushed his marble, cream-colored hand. It was so soft! Like that of a dandelion. He glanced over at me probably figuring out why I was blushing.
"So, I heard you saved Harry Potter," I broke our silence.
He glanced over at me with curious eyes.
"That is true," he said in barely a whisper.
I'm surprised he answered me in a civilized manner.
"I see…," I said softly.
I feel like he knew what I was trying to do. He knew I was trying to make peace with him. I gathered my courage and looked him in the eye. His eyes were nothing but dark tunnels.
"Merlin!" I screamed looking above him.
He raised his brow and turned around. The shadowy cloak of the figure floated with an eerie sense.
A Hufflepuff student cried in fear, "DEMENTOR!"
My eyes widened in fear. No. No. Not here. Snape slowly removed his wand from his pocket as Albus attempted to calm down the room of panicked students.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Snape yelled.
The ragged,ghostly body began to glow a bright blue before it exploded. I slowly made my way down the High Table.
"Aunt Sammy!" Draco exclaimed.
That was all I heard before I my eyelids grew heavy and my head began to spin. The last thing I saw was Albus and Minerva over my grounded body on the floor. At that moment everything went black.