See, I promised it would be up before Monday. That chapter didn't take very long at all. Anyway, I know I messed up on the age difference between Voldemort and the other characters, but my story wouldn't have worked if I hadn't.

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Chapter two

The nurse didn't buy it. She told me I wasn't sick, and sent me to lunch. I joined my friends at the Slytherin table where Tom automatically made three kids move down some seats so he could put his arm around my shoulder, if it had been any other guy I would have punched him, but you didn't punch Tom, not any more.

He had been a nerd for all his years at and supposedly before Hogwarts. But in his seventh year he had begun studying dark magic, and I suspect that he had used some dark charms to magic himself up some friends. Now you couldn't put a finger on him without his 'friends' attacking you, unless, like in my case he wanted you to.

"Hey, Regina, I was thinking and I decided I don't like my name, it's a mudblood name, so I was thinking something like Lord Voldemort. What do you think?" Tom asked.

"I don't like it. I think Tom is better," I said putting my sandwich in my mouth.

"Hmmm, I know I want it to be lord something…" he trailed off. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to eat dinner tonight, it's Friday, we can sneak off into Hogsmeade."

"Sorry, I'm busy tonight, in fact I'm busy for this whole weekend," I lied.

"Doing what?" Tom asked, he was very possessive.

"She's going out with me on Saturday," Cissy suggested.

"And we're studying together tonight," Severus offered.

"And what about Sunday," Tom asked.

"She's hanging out with us," a deep voice said from behind.

The whole Slytherin table turned to see James and his group staring into Tom's eyes. Remus had his nose buried in his book as usual, and Peter looked about as nervous as a rat being chased with a broom. Sirius was looking the most uncharacteristic, refusing to look up from the ground while James stared Tom directly in the eyes.

"My girl isn't going anywhere with you…I don't believe I know your name," Tom said.

"It's Potter," Severus said.

"Well fine, my girl isn't going anywhere with you, Potter," Tom growled.

"She's not your girl," someone muttered. I know it wasn't James, but which of the other boys it came from I wasn't sure.

"Who said that!?" Tom growled heatedly.

"She's not your girl," someone muttered again. This time I couldn't even tell if it was James who had said it, but the person speaking sounded as if they had changed voices.

"Who says she's not mine," Tom growled.

This time it was clear who spoke. Sirius bent down so he was at eye level with me. "Has he kissed you?"

"Yes," I lied as Tom's grip tightened around my neck, no longer a loving touch, but a possessive hold.

"Have you been in his room with the door closed hoping no one would walk in—" Sirius began.

"That's enough!" Tom yelled.

"And that's a no," Remus said, a smirk creeping across his face as he took his face out of his book. This was too interesting to miss.

"So we'll pick you up at around ten," James said, but in the same tone as Malfoy, meaning I didn't really have a choice.

"I've got to go to class," I said hurriedly walking away to avoid angry demands from Tom.

But I worried about it all through my last three classes. I worried that Tom would show up tonight when Severus and I were studying.

As luck would have it, he didn't. And Severus spent the whole evening trying to convince me that potions was a useful skill.

"I don't get why I have to learn this! I mean when am I going to use this?" I complained.

"Well, what if I started choking, and I'd been poisoned, then what would you do?" Severus asked.

"Run you to the nurse?"

"There is no nurse."

"Why, where'd she go?"

"That's not the point, the point is potions is needed."

"Aw, Sevy, I'm just not getting it, can't we take a break and do something fun," I suggested.

"Like what?" he asked, suddenly interested

"I don't know, just fun. Not potions, maybe we could swim in the lake, just please take mercy on me, I can't study this useless potion anymore."

"Fine, the lake sounds fun," Severus suggested.

I spent the rest of the night telling Sevy about everything from my failing charms to Tom being over possessive lately.

"I know, I think he thinks he can do whatever he wants because he owns everyone in Slytherin. But he doesn't, does he? At least not you and me."

"No, we're different. We're special," I said putting my arm around him. Even though he was a year older then me he was a foot shorter.

"Yep, your defiantly special," he joked.

"What was that supposed to mean?" I asked pretending to be offended.

"Nothing, it was a compliment, that's all," he said. I believed him, but I also took my arm off his shoulder.

"Did I mention I have a friend that wants to meet you?" I asked.

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Ok, please don't have a cow because the main character called Snape 'Sevy.' I understand that this nickname is completely against his character, and it is once he gets older, but I think it makes him seem more human to have a nickname. Also Severus is very long to type in every other sentince. Think about it, if you had a friend named Severus wouldn't you give him a shorter name?