Chapter 1: Stupid Girls, Stupid Guys
2 years later, 3 years after the murder of Dumbledore…
Snape awoke again to the sound of the faucet in his office dripping again…
"Bloody sink! I thought that I fixed that two years ago…" He thought with a low growl at the back of his throat. Menacingly, he rose from the four-poster that he used as a bed in the School of Hogwarts. Minerva had let him back in, after he plead guilty in the Ministry hearing on Wednesday, from insanity. He didn't know why he wanted to return to his old post, but he knew he had done it for a reason. There were so many unbearable memories that he couldn't bear it… He decided that he guessed he did it for penance for the sin that he had forcibly committed for the sake of Draco Malfoy.
Now as he stood, with his back to the life behind him, and a future of uncertainty and trial ahead of him, it seemed as though he were reminiscing his evil act at every moment of his life. At times, he just wanted to take a wand, and shove it through his throat, but he knew that he couldn't. He shook these thoughts away, and went to fix the leaking faucet…
When he was done, he rose, and saw something large shift in the shadows…
"Come out, whether you are a filthy little student, or a misfit Bogart, I really don't feel like having trouble today…" He said, but there was not another sign of movement.
Snape turned when he heard a low growl, like a lion's and he saw a pair of gleaming almond, yellow colored feline eyes. He raised his wand, and slowly backed up until he was right against a wall. Then, it seemed like the creature was laughing at him!
" What's the matter, Severus? Cat got your tongue?" a silky, smooth, feminine voice said from the shadows
"No, I just don't feel that I need to use my voice when there is no need to use it…" He replied, his heart reaching into his throat.
"There is a great need to use it, I have returned…" The voice said…
Snape dropped his wand instantly…
"It can't be you! You fled for America when the Dark Lord ascended into power! Do you even realize how much danger you are in?" Snape said with a shocked look on his face.
The creature laughed again, and stepped into the shadows. It was a woman, about 35 years of age, with long white hair, and a lean, sinewy body. She had electrifying blue eyes, full of deep wisdom and experience beyond her years. She looked both dangerous, and a little mystifying, with a smile of death. By a smile of death, he meant that when she smiled, there was a set of snow-white fangs, like a vampire's.
"Danger, Severus? The Dark Lord does not frighten me…no mortal man does…" She smiled, and then walked so that their faces were barely inches apart. Snape tried to back away, but found all too late that he was against a wall. So he just gave up, and let her come close.
"I came back to visit my mother… and my father…" She said sternly without a smile.
Snape laughed, a cold, disquieting and merciless sound of pure spite. "Really, I had reason to believe you have already passed him…"
The woman looked clueless for a moment, so Snape laughed, and continued.
"He lies in a stone cold ivory bed…it was rather hard to miss, love… I am sure that you know where he sleeps, the big white tomb near the lake…"
Then, just about the time she was going to punish him for his insolence, her pupils dilated, and she looked scared for a moment. She stopped in mid swipe, and backed away slowly, like a frightened animal.
"This… This can't be true! My father…Dead? But Why…Why was he killed?"
"He is more dead than you are standing alive in front of me. He was killed because The Dark Lord assigned Draco Malfoy to do it, but he did not possess the backbone or the stamina to do it himself," Snape said with a maniacal, nightmarish grin.
She let go of him, dropping him on the dungeon floor. He rose so that the two of them were eye level. Sorora held his gaze for one moment, and then turned away, seemingly disgraced by his eye contact. Snape took hold of her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Then he forcefully twisted it away.
"How did he…Was it quick…and painless?" She asked, holding back tears.
Snape clucked his pity, and picked up his wand. "Oh, he died like a tired, old man, with a tender disposition to see how people truly are…you should be proud to have had him as long as you had… You are truly lucky, Sorora…"
Sorora crawled to the farthest corner of the room, and curled herself into a compacted ball. Once there, painful tears fell like salty rain on the dungeon floor.
Snape walked to her, and gently rubbed her exposed back, and he clucked all the more. "There, there…I am here to help you…I am sure that I can-" He let his eyes travel up her sinewy, beautiful body. Then they rested at her lips, full, red, and beautiful all at the same time. "Possibly provide an old friend of mine with a little bit of comfort." Then, slowly he started to bring his head down to her lips. Just before they made contact, she turned over, and with a large red tiger like paw, she swiped it across his face.
He jumped back as a fountain of blood poured from the slashes that Sorora had left. There was an unnatural scream of pain that erupted from his lips, as about a pint of blood rushed down the man's face. The blood collected in a large pool on the floor, like an immense puddle of crimson rain. He whimpered silently, like a sulking dog, and tried without avail, to stop the unnatural gushing from his face. She grabbed her wand, pointed it at his face, and screamed, "HEAL!"
The blood disappeared, and any sign of a struggle between them was quickly erased. He rose, and looked stunned for a minute. He was both bewildered and attracted, as he watched her try to regain her composure. No one had, never in his life, dealt him a blow that nearly caused him a loss of blood, sight, and even dignity, especially not a female of this sort of caliber, who knew full well that he wasn't worth being struck. He was in awe of her courage, and slight stupidity.
Sorora sheathed her wand, and turning away, she said, "Let this be a lesson, Severus, that I do not allow my father's killer to fraternize with the daughter of the victim. In other words, I knew all along that he was dead, I just had to see for myself that his killer was the man I once loved beyond all the pain of my soul…"
"What did you just say?" He asked with both eyes narrowed slightly, and a suggestion of complete and utter astonishment on his facial features.
"I said that I am in love with you, you foul incredulous spiteful git!" She shouted testily. She then turned around towards the stairs.
Snape watched, in a shocked state of mind, as Sorora walked off, without another word. He wanted to stop her, but sulkily, he knew deep down inside, that stopping her would only hinder his chances more. But he didn't listen anyway.
"Sorora, wait!" He said, catching her arm in his hand.
She turned, and Snape could see that those once clear blue eyes had now refracted clear tears.
"What now?" She asked.
Snape didn't say anything. He bent her backwards without hurting her, and pressed his cold lips to her surprised mouth. She gasped and struggled at first, but then she wrapped her arms around his greasy haired neck, and returned the affection almost hungrily. He pulled her deep into his cloak, closer to his chest, and his dark, thrumming rhythmic heart.
Then, he restored her, and let go. He started to walk away, but Sorora would not let him go.
"Please, you are one of the few people left in my life, so stay and be near me…"
"I thought you did not want to be near 'your father's killer'…"
"Please, I need you…to repair the damage and to tell me how things became like this…because I just can't see through the fact that you killed him!"
Snape regarded her with open, solemn eyes, and with a cold fierceness, he walked over and allowed her to envelope him with her arms. She didn't cry or display any emotions, just took several shallow, shaky breaths. Then, Sorora spoke again.
"My Half-Blood Prince…Misery is rather unpleasant company, such discomfort can only cause such terrible pain for you and those around you. Why did you kill him, Severus? What victory comes from the death of a merciful and kind man such as my father was?"
He pulled away roughly, and said, "Don't. Call. Me. That. Again. Please. And I don't want to talk about that, so don't pester me."
Sorora scowled at Snape, then turned to the stairs, and then back to him. "Pester you? Who said anything about pestering? I merely looked to find answers, not pester anyone. I am your colleague, and a friend if you had only let me help… Severus Snape, I hope that you die in your own filth! May your pride be as shriveled and dark as your cold heart!"
"Perfectly fine with me…" Snape whispered underneath his breath, and they went off to their separate ways.
'Stupid women! Why do they have to be such pains in the ass?' He thought with a terrible malice.
'Stupid men! Why does he have to be such a sore ass?' Sorora thought with fierce determination.
'I wish they would just get some manners and quit acting like they do!' They both thought infuriatingly.