Everything Harry Potter related belong to J.K Rowling, not me.
"Okay, draw a five-pointed star. Got that. Item desired to be given life, got that. Yada yada yada, got all that." She looked down at her hard wood floor and examined the five-pointed start she had drawn on it. With once last glance at the incantation in the book, she closed it and placed it down on her night stand.
She had everything in order. Her five-pointed star on the floor, item of desire in the center being a hair strand of her recently deceased border collie terrier, a circle drawn around the star and symbols that she copied from the book inside and between the points of the star.
A deep breath escaped her chapped lips. "Okay, lets do this." She cleared her throat and stood at the base of the star just outside the circle. Digging into her back pocket she removed a safety pin and unlatched it from it's safety hold. Closing her eyes she began to recite the lines from the book putting her soul in every word spoke.
"Educ desideratur
ut caro et os
Sanguinem pro vita
Hoc animo me ut aliquet ligatis
anima cor
carnes ossa
et posuit praesidium dimittere liberum
expergefactus
expergefactus
expergefactus"
She opened her eyes and gazed around to find everything as it was. Her shoulders deflated and she slouched as she frowned at the star on the floor then at the book on her night stand. "Oh well." She didn't try to hide her disappointment as she walked over the star and to her bookcase, pulling out her Harry Potter book that she was half way done with. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Walking back towards her bed she split the book open where the bookmark lay, licking her index finger and sliding down the page she was about to turn. "OW!" She cried out as she page sliced through the tip of her finger. She dropped her book and stuck her finger in her mouth reflexively. "Damn it." 'This just isn't my day.' She thought with a shake of her head.
Glaring at the book on the floor, she crouched down and picked it up off the ground to examine it for folded or wrinkled pages, smiling when she found none. However, a frown found its way onto her lips as she saw the page she had bookmarked stained with blood. "Argh, my book!" With an angry huff she looked at the ground to see that the blood on her book stained the floor in the center of the star.
"What the - " she looked around for the dog hair she put on the floor. She found it on the other side of the room, blown over when the book fell from her hands causing a gush of wind. "Great." Evelyn stood up and made her way to pick up the dog hair but was cut short as she felt the floor beneath her feet beginning to tremble.
Soon the trembling became a strong shake. "Earthquake!" Her mother cried out from the kitchen. "Evelyn!" Evelyn dropped her book on the floor and ran out of the room and down the hall as fast as she could, the ground continuing to shake violently.
"Mom!" Fear filled her chest at the image of her mother falling over and hitting her head on the counter top. She skid to a stop as she entered to kitchen, a sigh of relief leaving lungs when she found her mother gripping the counter and stove with her hands.
"Evelyn, oh thank God! Come here, sweetie!" Without a second thought she ran to her mother and wrapped her arms around her waist, holding on for dear life, praying that they would survive. The ground and house continued to shake, knocking items from the top of the refrigerator and forcing objects to fall out of the cabinets, slamming into the counter, floor and them.
After what seemed like hours the shake suddenly stopped, causing her mother to lurch back. "Mom!"
"I'm fine," she wrapped her arms around her daughter. They both shook as they held onto each other, both too scared to let go for the fear of losing the other. Once realizing the earthquake was over her mother pulled away from her. "Are you okay, Evey? Did anything hit you?" She held her daughters face in both hands, examining her for injuries.
Her breathing was ragged as she shook her head. "No mom, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Her mother's eyes were filled with worry and she scanned her young daughters body.
"Mom, I'm fine! I promise."
She kissed the top of her head, "I love you so much, I'm so happy nothing happened to you, I wouldn't know what I would do if anything did."
"I know mom, don't worry. I'll always be here for you." She kissed her mother's cheek.
Somewhat satisfied with the response, she let go of Evelyn and looked around the kitchen. "Geez, look at this mess." Broken plates, cups and bowls were littered on the floor in the form of shards of glass. Canned food, seasonings and other products had found their way onto the floor during the earthquake.
Evelyn stepped forward. "Let me help you."
"No," her mother held her back. "There's too much glass. Go clean your room, your books must've tumbled. I'll pick this up and when we're done we can pick up the rest of the house, okay?"
"Kill two birds with one stone?" She asked with a grin.
Her mother nodded her head and chuckled. "Two birds with one stone."
Evelyn smiled at her mother and stepped out of the kitchen and into the hall, making her way back to her room, stepping over picture frames that had fallen. Upon reaching her room Evelyn pushed open her door and stepped inside. She was greeted with a knocked over bookcase, books and paper strewn about her room. "Great, I had those alphabetized." With a shake of her head she journeyed into the rest of her room.
She lifted her bookcase off the floor and placed it against the wall in it's rightful place, the act took a lot of energy from her since the bookcase was large and contained over six shelves full of books. In midst of positioning the bookcase, Evelyn was filled a sense of dread, she felt eyes on her. Her breath became shallow as a lump formed in her throat.
Shaking, she slowly turned around to find a dark figure standing in the corner of her room, something in their right hand pointed at her. Whoever it was rushed across the room and placed a hand on her mouth, pushing her roughly against the empty bookcase. The empty shelves dug into her back causing pain to shoot through her body. She wanted to cry out but he had stopped her from screaming.
She whimpered in fear as she felt what she thought was a knife or gun being pressed against her throat. "What is this place?" He asked harshly, his face so close to hers she could feel his breath on her ear. She didn't know how he looked since she closed her eyes the moment he decided to come at her.
Evelyn only whimpered in response. Tears that built up in her eyes began to fall.
"Look. At. Me!" He hissed. She slowly opened her eyes, still afraid that the man who had managed to break into her house while she ran to her mother during the earthquake was pushing her against the bookcase. "NOW!"
Her eyes snapped open and she gasped. Ebony colored eyes stared back at her, they were full of rage, confusion and danger. She stared into the eyes of a man with an uncanny resemblance to Severus Snape.
She couldn't believe who she was looking at.
His expression seemed to soften at the fear in her eyes, but just barely. "Tell me, girl, where am I?" He asked in a low voice that she could feel rumble in his chest. Still keeping whatever it was he had at her throat pointed against her, he slowly lowered his hand from her mouth.
She couldn't speak, her throat had gone dry at the sight of him.
"Are you def?" He asked rudely, quirking an eyebrow in a Snape-ish manner. She meekly shook her head, her eyes still wide. "Well? Speak!"
"You - You're in California," she managed to choke out in a small voice. She thought she sounded stupid saying they were in California knowing that he must've known what state he was in. He glared at her, his brows creasing together and a deep frown forming on his thin lips.
"America?" Evelyn nodded her head at his question. He removed whatever it was he had pointed at her throat, obviously deeming her as harmless as he stepped back. He remained quite for several moments, staring intently into her eyes. She didn't know what he was doing but found herself unable to look away from him as her memories of the blood magic were brought to the forefront of her mind.
After several moments he seemed to snap out of what he was thinking. "Foolish girl! Do you realized what you've done?" His eyes burned with fury as he glared at her, nothing but hate emanating from him as he pressed whatever it was into her throat once more. "Where did you learn that spell?" He demanded, speaking through clenched teeth.
"What?"
"WHERE did you learn that SPELL!" He used his free hand to grip her jaw and push her head back so she was looking up and into his eyes as he pressed himself against her, keeping her in place and from squirming. He towered over her menacingly, his glare so furious his eyes became black slits as his nostrils flared and his face becoming flushed.
"I - the book. I used a book."
"Where. Is. It?" She shifted her eyes so she was looking at the book on her nightstand which remained untouched from the earthquake. He kept his eyes on her for several seconds before turning his head, following her gaze to the ancient book. "That book?"
"Yes," she choked out. He looked back at her and glared once more before releasing his grip on her and removing whatever it was he had pressed against her throat. She gasped for air as he stepped away from her and towards the nightstand, reaching out a pale hand and picking up the book.
She was able to get a better view of him at the distance he was at. It was exactly as she suspected. He wore the same attire as Severus Snape, traveling cloak and all. It didn't make sense. Why would a Severus Snape look-a-like be in her room?
Whilst rubbing her throat, Evelyn looked around the floor for anything she could protect herself with just in case he tried to come at her again. It was then that she noticed it. The book. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows lay on the floor by the door where she dropped it during the earthquake. Her eyes snapped towards the star on the floor which was now covered in books. She remembered her blood staining the floor from the page.
'That's impossible,' she told herself. 'It couldn't have worked. It didn't work for Champ.'
And then it hit her.
"The blood." She whispered to herself, her eyes wide with realization. "Oh my God, it worked." She just needed confirmation. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Evelyn decided to do what all students in Hogwarts dreaded. She was going to attempt to speak to Severus Snape. "Uh, excuse me?"
He ignored her.
"S-Sir?" Again she got nothing. She decided to do the unthinkable. After clearing her throat for a final time, inhaling and exhaling deeply, she opened her mouth to speak. In a timid voice she asked, "Severus Snape?"
Before she should even realize it, she was being pressed against the bookcase for a second time, what she suspected to be a wand pressing painfully into her throat, his other hand wrapping tightly around her neck in a strong hold.
"How do you know my name?" He asked venomously, his eyes darkening as he glared into her frightened hazel eyes which were wide and full of fear. 'Well,' she thought, 'at least I was right.'
"I-I, can explain!" She choked and wheezed. "P-Please... I - " She could feel her face heat up from the lack of oxygen to her lungs and was painfully aware of her surroundings and room which began to spin. The world around her began to dim as she stared into the eyes of her soon-to-be-killer. Of all the ways to die, she never suspected 'Strangled by Severus Snape' to be one of them, but in the far back of her mind she thought it was pretty cool.
'I'm gonna die. He's gonna kill me.'
Fear gripped her as she thought about leaving her mother behind. If there was a reason for her to live, it was for her mother. They recently lost her father in the war in Iraq and she couldn't bear the heartbreak her mother would have to endure when she came into her room to find her only daughter laying dead on the floor.
Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her mother crying over her baby girl. She couldn't handle it and began to sob. "P-Please." Memories of times she had with her mother filled her mind. All the times they laughed with her father before the war, crying for him after his death, comforting each other, laughing together once more... saying goodbye after the earthquake to clean her room.
"Mom, I'm fine! I promise."
She kissed the top of her head, "I love you so much, I'm so happy nothing happened to you, I wouldn't know what I would do if anything did."
"I know mom, don't worry. I'll always be here for you." She kissed her mother's cheek.
Suddenly, Snape relinquished his hold on her and stepped away as if he had been burned. Evelyn dropped onto her knees and gasped for air, tears continued to fall from her eyes as she cried. She cried from being strangled and the happiness she felt for not being killed and taken away from her poor mother.
She lifted her gaze and looked up at Snape who stared down at her with wide eyes. They held each others gaze before stepped back. "Forgive me," he whispered as he turned on the spot and vanished with a loud pop.
It was then that Evelyn realized three very important things. 1) The spell had worked, 2) She brought Severus Snape back accidentally and he was very much real and 3) He tried to kill her.
"Oh God, what have I done?"
My first ever Harry Potter related story.
Please tell me what you guys think of it, I've already got the third chapter written up.
My writing isn't the greatest, I know, but I'm trying!
Thanks for reading!