Disclaimer: Ok, this is the story of Snow White...Twisted a bit and shoved into the realm of Harry Potter. The seven dwarfs are not dwarfs, and JK. Rowling owns all of them. Whoever wrote Snow White owns that tale. I am only claiming her, because she, even though taken from Snow White, is owned by me. Her name is not Snow White, but seeing as how they have no name for her, they incidentally call her Snow. Anyway, the plot, or things that didn't happen in Snow White or Harry Potter, are mine. Oh, and there is no wicked step-mother...but there is someone who wants her dead. These things seem longer when I have to tell about two stories I don't own.
Authors Note: Bear with me through all this. I don't have spell check. This is a Remus/OFC fanfiction. And it may seem a bit dark at times, but that's just the way I want to write this. Oh, and...please review! Also, I know I said the first chapter was before the war...but this one is too...If I hadn't put it this way, then it would be harder to explain. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Breaking The Dam
That night, their duties to watch the headquarters was forgotten. Albus checked over the girl, not finding any injuries, and soon, he was creating a portkey to Hogwarts. But, even before he did so, he turned to the men.
All eyes were on him as he cast a glance at the girl. She was so small, curled on the dingy, dusty blankets.Ron gave a nervous gulp before shifting on his feet. "Do not speak of her presence to anyone. After she awakens, contact me over the floo network. Whatever you do, make it quick. If anyone asks, say Sirius is alone in this room. I suppose you know without me saying it, Sirius, that I trust you to watch after her?" Albus got a nod as understanding from the man before the old man touched a worn out quill and vanished.Sirius turned to look at the girl, as did the rest of them. Silence fell through the room, only broken by the howl of a dog, or wail of the wind."Right, well, I'll take care of her."That was the only words spoken that night. The girl, who was so disoriented, was proved to be useless in getting information.It seemed that she had developed amnesia but, Severus discovered that she had been given a memory potion. It completely erased all of her memories. Her name was forgotten, as was her age, and any biological information.However, little by little, they brought the miniscule memories out with a counterpotion.She was 16 when she learned of Dumbledore, the only man Voldemort feared. As soon as she heard of him, she vowed to find him. And she did.But how, and why, was still a complete mystery to the Order. Even Snape couldn't create a powerful enough draught to unblock the dam that held her memories.Each time they gave her a drop of it, she passed out for hours. While in her tormented dreams, she writhed, and screamed in pain. Her toes curled, and her fingers tore the sheets that lay beneath them.Her behviour was as distrubing as the words she screamed in her nightmare infested sleep. Whoever was on her watch, often found themselves fleeing from her, troubled by the words she whispered, and the thoughts she produced in their minds.And with that in mind, Dumbledore had his brilliant idea. Even though it took five months to learn how to break the dam."Hello." Dumbledore whispered to the girl who sat infront of him. She looked up from her book and smiled. Her lips were colorless, her pale emerald eyes seemed livid. She looked behind the man and saw Snape."Hi." She said hesitantly, dog-earing the page she was reading, and set the book aside."As you know, Severus and I have been trying to release your memories. And, proving unsuccessful with a counter-potion...Severus and I have discovered that when you are asleep, many of the ones close by, can feel what you feel...We want to know what it is you see." Dumbledore poked his hands out of his robe and turned to Severus. He did not look happy, but he never did in fact.He looked down at the black haired girl as she smiled up at him. She could be looking at a fire-breathing Dragon and she'd never let her smile waver."Professor Snape is going to give you a sleeping draught. He and I will sit here, and 'observe' your dreams, if you will." And with those words, Albus sat himself down in a chair against the window. A cloud of dust flew up and thinned out in the air."I've been here for months, and no one lets me leave this room." She tore her eyes from the potions master, looking at Dumbledore.Her eyes narrowed with anger and worry. "If I do this. If I agree to let you see into my mind, will you let me leave this room? Can I at least see the others?"Severus looked to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, awaiting his answer as much as the girl was. Dumbledore never let his blue eyes waver from hers."I see no harm in it. Now, Severus, if you will be so kind." Albus gestured with his hand that Snape give the girl the potion."Now, it will only let you sleep for half an hour. Once you wake up, perhaps we can tell you what we saw, and you can remember them better." She acknowledged his words as she took the bottled liquid from him.As she cast one last look at the two men, she sighed and drew her head back, taking in the potion. It barely had time to take it's effect before she was out cold.The bottle slipped from her slender fingers and rolled on the ground to Severus' feet. He looked at Albus before both of the men were shaken from within their own bodies.Severus' eyes closed and he immediately saw black. It wasn't the kind of darkness one sees when closing the eyes. It was as if a shadowy curtain was placed over his face, moving in an unfelt wind.When the curtain was taken away, he gasped. It was as if looking in a pensive. He was among a group of familiar figures, all clothed in dark robes, covering their faces.Voldemort was amid the group, and he was not alone. A girl, unconscious, was limp in his arms. Her black hair grazed the ground as he moved around the crowd. His pale, pallid face looked out among his followers.And then he spoke. "This child is an innocent. Once I have taken the innocence she possesses, I will be as strong as I need to be to survive. And, once I have done what I needed, I shall give each of you a gift. Instead of wasting her beauty on death, I have decided to give her to each of you. Now, leave me..." His voice hissed evily as the crowd thinned.Snape raised his dark eyes and looked around the exiting Deatheaters. A bed was placed on a raised section of the room. It was the only peice of furniture that exists in the room.As the door clicked shut, Severus saw he was not the only one to secretly inhabit the room. Dumbledore was across from him, staring wide eyed and frightened for the girl.This was not new to Severus. He knew of the cruel, unimaginable things Voldemort did, and this was no big feat for the Dark Lord. Despite that fact, it was still evil.He wanted to leave. This wasn't the thing he wanted to witness. But, no matter how he tried to wrench open the door, it wouldn't budge. Neither Snape, nor Albus, could do anything to change what was happening.They could tackle the Dark Lord and he would not feel a thing...They were utterly helpless. And by the screams of pain, torture, and fright that were sounding from the girl, they discovered her to be awake. This was what the people felt around her?Severus felt as if his insides were ripping apart. Fire, burning with pain and fear, spread throughout his body, making him drop to his knees. The same veil of darkness that brought him here, took him away into his own mind. From there, his own nightmares haunted him while he sat unconscious on the bedroom floor....A/N- That was a little gruesome...but it gets worse. If you're confused, the next few chapters will probably clear it up for you. Review Review Review, I must have at least 10 before moving on!!!! :'( please...