The Feeling of Revenge: Chapter 3

A/N:Thanks for reading so far. Hopefully you like it as much as I do.

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Friday - October 29th, 1976 - 5:53 PM

My side was literally aching from laughing. I never knew Sirius Black could be this funny. We spent the whole afternoon talking in one of the many abandoned classrooms. I was amazed to find how much the time flew. Most of it was spent with him asking me countless questions. And with each question I was careful. I was careful for two reasons. I didn't want to reveal to much about myself, I didn't want him to figure out I was a Snape. I also kept at a distance because he was actually a good person at heart. I could tell why girls fell over him, but I wouldn't fall for him. Anytime he genuinely made me smile, my mind kept going back to Severus solemn face.

I glanced up from my laughter. "I should go get dinner. Jemima will be wondering where I am." My silver watch was telling me it was nearly six and I wanted to catch at least some dinner.

He looked a little sad to see me go. I was starting to tell the differences between his smirks. His half corner smirk was showing, he was planning on keeping me. "Why do you call her Jemima? Her real name is Jennifer right? Why not Jenny?" Black reached up and loosened his tie. It was already half off and his shirt was un-tucked. Some girls found this attractive, I thought it was appalling and sloppy.

I bit my lip, not because of his appearance. Should I tell him or blow it off? It was a deep question and something with a lot of meaning between Jemima and I. Not only that, what good would the information be to Black? I was planning on crushing his heart. The less he knew about me, the less he could use against me. "Another time," I settled on saying. Quickly before he could say anything I jumped off the desk. My hands automatically started to brush off my skirt, but he grabbed my hands and stopped me.

With both of my hands held tight in his, he kissed the finger tips. I pretended to melt at the touch. Inside though, I wanted to hex his lips off. I waited patiently for him to speak. "The Slytherin that has captured my attention." He whispered, my eyes flashed. "I want to be able to spend more time with you, I feel the need to get to know you."

"Don't be silly," I wished I could blush on will for added affect. I settled for looking through batted eyelashes.

"I'm not, love. I just want to get to know you. So," He let go of my hands and with his wand he produced a single pink rose. In my mind it was as cliché as it could get, but I accepted it none the less. "Would you care to sit with me and my friends during the Halloween Feast on Sunday?"

I was caught off guard. I blinked several times, this time not meaning to bat my eyelashes. I guess what caught me is he said with his friends. Had I made that good of an impression that I was allowed to be around them? If that were the case things were going smoothly. But this was a snag in my plan. If I sat with them during a meal, Severus would notice. There was no way he wouldn't. And once he did, what then? Would he storm over and cause a scene? I didn't want him to know my plans. He wouldn't let me go through with it. He would tell me I was being childish. Surely Severus would tell me he didn't need me to do this for him. I guess in a way, yes I was doing it for him, but I was doing it for myself as well. I hadn't been a very good sister to him, I wanted to make it up in my own way. Even without him realizing it.

"I think," I paused, still unsure of what I thought. "Yes, alright." Not sure why, but I agreed.

"You mean it?" His eyes lit up. I couldn't help but smile at his excitement. I wondered if it was real excitement. I could never be too sure with him.

"I'll have to talk to my brother." I admitted, I knew it would snag Black's interest.

"Your brother? You ever going to tell me his name?" He asked right away. I shrugged.

"I know that you already know who he is. And let's just say he wouldn't fancy me hanging out with you one bit." I grabbed my bag off the floor and headed for the door. My eyes glanced outside, it was getting even later. The sun was starting to set and soon it would give way to evening. I sighed, another day almost done.

Black followed me to the door, close to my heels. He grabbed the bag I just put on my back and carried it. Again, he was being polite. I didn't like it, but I didn't say anything either. "That narrows it down you know, saying I know him."

"Hardly, I'm just convinced you don't want to find out." I opened the door and stepped into the dead hallway. Everyone had to be just finishing up dinner. Down the hall a bit I could hear some milling students, we weren't too far from the Great Hall. I wanted to make this quick, less I get caught.

"The secrecy is half the fun." He admitted and followed me out towards the Great Hall. "Until Sunday," Placing my bag back on my shoulder, he kissed me on the cheek. I flushed bright red. Sometimes I couldn't control my feelings, I thought hard about Severus being dangled and mocked by the boy who could act kind to me. Maybe I would reveal my last name or drop a bigger hint.


Sunday - October 31st, 1976 - 1:33 PM

"Look, I don't trust her is all." I stopped walking mid-step. I knew that voice, that was James Potter. He was arguing just around the corner. With who I didn't know, but my curiosity was enough. I slipped behind a suit of armor in a nearby niche, thus abandoning meeting Jemima in the library for a cram session. I leaned flat against the wall and strained my ears, but that wasn't really necessary. The boys were not keep quite at all.

"Why because she's a Slytherin?" Black's voice rang right back. My heart picked up. I felt heat rising to my cheeks. I was glad I stopped, they were talking about me. And I couldn't have walked in on a better conversation even if I planned it.

"No, Sirius, I know her last name. I saw it on the map." Potter informed Black. After those words there was a bit of shuffling and the sound as if someone was shoved. But I ignored that, what did they mean by map? And how did Potter find out my last name? Not that it was that hard to do...but still.

"Don't tell me," Black practically shouted. "Besides, James you could have read it wrong. Or it's even possible the map wasn't right."

"The map never lies!" Potter said without hesitation.

Another voice was added in. This voice was much closer to my hiding spot and I recognized it as Lupin's. "It could, I mean we have had some errors before." Again there was a movement of feet. They were coming closer. I breathed as silently as I could and slipped closer to the wall. There wasn't much more room for me to hide. Hopefully they would move on and not stand right in front of this particular suit of armor.

"I made sure it was accurate!" Pettigrew's little voice squeaked. I almost felt bad for him. Whatever he made sure was accurate it seemed that Black didn't believe him.

"The map never lies." Potter said once more with a fierce voice. More so than before. He meant what he said and the fact that he knew my last name, was evident in his anger. They believed him as well.

A silence fell between them and I dared to poke my head around the corner. What I saw surprised me. I knew Potter and Black were close and I had never really seen them fight, but right now they were at each other's throats. Both were trying to tower over the other with scowls. Black had gained the upper hand by grabbing Potter's shirt.

"Look," Potter growled, his anger did not dissipate. I caused the mayhem I set out to do just by being a Snape. I couldn't help but grin in my little niche. "I just don't understand why you don't find a nice little Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw to snog or shag for that matter. You are messing with a Slytherin, you know better than that!"

"There is just—you wouldn't understand!" Black actually physically shoved Potter away. I nearly gasped, but caught myself and instead let out a breath. I hoped no one noticed as Potter stumbled back to a standing position.

"She's trouble and I'm telling you. Don't just make her another girl to add to your list." He shoved Black, but it wasn't as harsh not like how Black shoved him earlier. He gave his friend one last look before turning away. "If she makes it on either your snog or shag list I don't think I can talk to you. Keep that in mind Black." Potter spat and disappeared from my view.

"James!" Pettigrew whined as the first boy stalked off. He looked at Potter, than back to Black. It was as if he couldn't decided which side to take. In the end he followed Potter, leaving Black and Lupin together.

As soon as the footsteps faded Black sighed. His hand rang across his forehead, pushing his black hair out of the way in the process. He stopped and his grey eyes focused on his remaining friend. "Has he told you Amelia's last name?" He questioned.

"No, but I reckon it doesn't matter." Lupin clapped a hand on Black's shoulder. "You have proved time and time again that a surname does not make a person."

If I wasn't planning on backstabbing all of them, I probably would have blushed by how kind Lupin was being. But that fact remained that I was and they were all capable of being cruel.

"Thanks Moony." Black stepped back from his friend. I had to shrink in the shadows, afraid that he would notice me. My breath hitched ever so slightly. "Sadly, I think it has to do with her surname and the fact that she is from Slytherin that has James all bent out of shape." He turned away and began to walk down the hallway, out of my view.

"Let's just see what happens. If her surname is that big of a deal, whoever her brother is will most likely pull her away tonight at the feast." Lupin followed after. I saw him walk past. I eased a bit and listened until their feet were completely faded away.

The minute they were gone I ran for the library. I couldn't take it much longer, I had to tell Jemima what I heard. A couple of minutes searching and I found her in the far corner, off from where we usually sat. When I sat down, she started to reprimand me for being late, but when she saw my expression she stopped and listened. Like only a best friend could, she nodded and gasped at the right times. After about five minutes of me explaining she spoke out.

"They are right about one thing." Jemima leaned back in her chair and smirked. "Shame you can't back out now though. Your brother is going to freak."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She was hoping to get a rise out of me by reminding me of my brother. "I will have to tell him somehow or we just have to occupy him." My fingers automatically began to tap my nose, something I did when I was thinking.

"He was going to find out sooner or later. But—" Jemima trailed off. Her eyes narrowed at the book case behind me. I took it as a sign that this conversation was over with. I grabbed the books she had laid out and look at the Charm's lesson she was studying. I couldn't focus though. I read and re-read the sentences twice over before I understood what was being said. After half a page I glanced up at Jemima. Her eyes finally pulled away from the book case and landed on mine.

"I'll deal with Severus." She had a look on her face that I rarely saw. She was full of mischief. I couldn't help but grin as she packed up her books. "How do you feel about some accidental magic?"

My lips twitched up, I was smiling with her. "Depends, you aren't going to make my Chocolate Frogs attack me like you did in third year, right?" I giggled. Following her motions I packed away the rest of her stuff. Another day of homework wasted.

"No, but it might be worse." She held out her hand to me. We linked our hands together and headed out of the library.

We may just make fools out of those boys yet.


Sunday - October 31st, 1976 - 5:48 PM

I'd been standing and waiting for a while outside the Great Hall. I kept fidgeting with my, now, short hair. Jemima promised she could reverse it, but I wasn't used to the shoulder length curls. We hoped it would disguise me enough so the Slytherin's wouldn't recognize me. It worked so well that Black and his friends, who just arrived looked right over me. I couldn't help but giggle softly to myself. I had no choice but to walk over to them through the crowd. It wouldn't have taken me so long had the crowd not been so thick over by them. Several girls were giggling around the attractive boys I was heading towards. I hated having to push through, the girls were annoying.

Smoothing out my black dress, I smiled as I finally made my way in front of them. "Happy Halloween," I greeted, making sure my eyes grazed every boy. I let them linger the longest on Potter.

"Amelia! I barely recognized you." A couple of nearby girls groaned as Black held out his hand to me. Without hesitation, I took it.

"Jemima and I got into a fight. It was a well aimed hex on my hair and her hex one." I explained dismissively. My lies around them were becoming flawless.

Lupin tilted his head to the side. He wore a look that showed he was sorry. "I can fix it for you, if you would like?" He pulled out his wand.

I smiled, "I'll fix it later, but thank you Lupin." I patted him on the back, then stirred us into the Great Hall. My stomach was ready to give. I was ready for this feast to start.

I kept my eyes on the boys around me, I wanted everyone here. I needed to make an impression, which is why I wanted the four boys. That's when I noticed Potter inching away, I narrowed my eyes at him. "What's wrong Potter?"

The words were barely out and I was forced to hold back a gasp. I had seen the hall seven years of my life. Each year I swear Hagrid out did himself. This year the pumpkins that floated above the darkening magical ceiling were even bigger and more beautiful than last year. The candles that hovered were a beautiful black and in between them were what looked like magical bats. They flew in a pattern, not one flew out of their little circle. It was a truly astonishing decorating choice. I gaped at ever each and last one as a dreamy sigh escaped my lips.

I was brought out of the decorations when Potter's voice rang in my ears. "I want to find Lily, see if she won't reconsider sitting with us." He filled me in. At his words, his friends let out a groan. My eyes darted between Potter and his friends. That's when I decided to grab Potter's arm and pull him away. If I wanted to gain his trust, it had to be through Lily Evans.

"Trust me on this one, it would be better if you didn't." I pulled him to what I knew to be their usual spot. He didn't look to pleased at me. He had time to glare and then turned to Evans. I let out a sigh, "You'll thank me later." I promised.

"And what do you know? You are a Slytherin." It must have been uncharacteristic for him, because Lupin gave him chastising look and Black started to scold him for being 'rude'.

I held my hand up, let him spit words at me. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle. "I may be a Slytherin, but I am a lady first and foremost. Mr. Potter, I know what a girls heart yearns for." I reached out and patted his hand. His hand twitched, as if my touch were fire from a dragon. "Trust me."

It was just me and him. His hazel eyes locked onto mine. They were searching me. "Why should I?" He asked coldly when he couldn't find anything. I feel he was hoping to cause me to flinch. But He was out of luck, I just smirked instead.

"Evans is a beautiful girl," And a Mudblood "From what I know she is very smart and I know she's incredibly nice." She deserves better than you, Potter. "Which is why I will help you win her heart. You can mark my words, by next year she'll be fanning over you."

There was strong tension. His eyes stayed upon my black ones. They narrowed farther and farther as he tried to read me. If he only knew how good of an actress I was. He'd never be able to read my kind smile.

After moments of us staring, he broke out into a goofy grin. He then reached out and ruffled my hair. "I'm glad you think so. She really is beautiful isn't she?"

I wanted to say something in agreement. To push this even farther, but Dumbledore stood at the podium and the hall silenced at the great man before them.

"Welcome older students to another wonderful Halloween feast." His eyes twinkled among us. I couldn't help but smile at the old man. "To the Seventh years, may this one be spectacular."

Out of instinct, my hand twitched to hold Jemima, but when I turned to my right she wasn't there. It was the first feast she wasn't next to me. I turned to the Slytherin table. She was looking right at me with her usual smile. I could tell she longed to wave and tell me it was alright, but she stopped herself mid-way. Her hand looked awkward in the air. I tried not to laugh as she covered it up by patting my brother on the back. He looked rather startled by the affair.

"—First years, may this be a magical night with good food, great company, and awe. May it not be the last, but the first of many." He paused, letting the words soak in. Not a moment too late, he carried on," Please, due tuck in!" Dumbledore waved his wrinkled hands above us all and the golden plates were filled with food.

Some students cheered, but I was too hungry. I dove right in to the platter of turkey and grabbed a potato. My stomach had been waiting for this all day.

"So, Amelia." Lupin's voice broke through the chatter of merry students and clatter of dishes. I perked up ever so slightly during my devouring of the turkey. "Sirius said you were a Seventh year. Does this mean you have any plans for the future?"

And it started, the small talk. It was enough though, I could handle this easily. "Slughorn is working on lining up some interviews for me over Christmas break for a ministry job."

"You must be promising if Slughorn is helping you." Lupin looked up from cutting his own meat and gave me a smile.

"I know I would never get help." Pettigrew mumbled. I only heard him because he was so close to me.

I chewed my food quickly in hopes to still catch the moment. "What about you Pettigrew and Lupin? Plans for your future." I made sure to ask Pettigrew first. I could tell he was lacking self-esteem. If I could encourage him, I am sure the boy would be easy to sway.

"Just skip over me." Potter pouted, even went as far as to set his fork down and cross his arms.

I laughed, "Everyone knows you don't need to work. Granted, you are a blood-traitor, but your family still is pureblood." Swallowing another bite, I turned my attention back to Pettigrew and Lupin.

Still, even though I urge Pettigrew with my eyes, Lupin spoke first. "I would love to teach, but we will see where life leads me."

Even though I could care less, I smiled. "Charming, I think you would be a wonderful teacher." I clapped my hands together and stared with dazed eyes. He returned the smile, that was enough for me. I felt sickened by myself, so I turned to Pettigrew. "I am sure you have big dreams as well, Pettigrew?"

He put down his fork, still with some food in his mouth he spoke softly, "I dunno, I will probably help my mum with the tea shop."

Lie. "That is lovely. I absolutely adore tea." I hated tea. Give me pumpkin juice any day. Despite that, my words had the desired effect. Pettigrew blushed. That was good enough for me. I suppressed my grin and before anyone could bring up anymore idle chit-chat, I turned my charm on Lupin.

I used what I knew. And what I knew was a lot. I did my research through other girls and several informed me of his love for Arthimacy. I lured him in instantly about the topic. The other boys ignored us completely. That was fine by me, I was actually enjoying the conversation.

It wasn't until my second piece of pumpkin pie that Black said something to pull me away from the academic conversation with Lupin. "I didn't know there was a Qudditch match next week." Of course I knew. I wasn't one to miss a game. Even if I wasn't a big Qudditch person.

Potter gave me a look, "Do you live under a rock? It's Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw."

I bit my lip, it obviously matter a lot to these boys. Both Potter and Black were on the team. Potter was a chaser and Black was a beater. "Oh, I've only bothered to go to maybe three games, I think?" I lied.

"You're going on Saturday. We have to beat Ravenclaw by 150 points to be ahead of Slytherin." Black clapped a hand on my shoulder.

I knew oh to well that Slytherin creamed Hufflepuff only weeks before.

Lie, lie, lie. "Really? Do you play?" I widened my eyes to appear interested.

Pettigrew snorted laughter. He abandoned his pastry and looked at me in disbelief. "Does he play?"

"Finest beater Hogwarts has had the blessing of having." Black said proudly. He and Potter high fived.

"I'm a chaser." Potter filled me in after their exchange.

Any regular girl would coo and observe their muscles at this point. The girls would inflate their ego, I had to do better. I scrunched my nose and grabbed Black's arm. Lifting it up in the arm I examined the muscles and let out a tut. "Aren't you a little scrawny to be a beater?" His friends snickered.

"Here I thought you were to nice for a Slytherin." Reaching his arm out of my hand Black messed up my hair.

"Black, I'm being honest! Aren't you?" Pouting slightly I fixed my hair.

He frowned and then shrugged. "You'll have to see for yourself."

"I told you there was a reason I did—" What Potter wanted to say, I didn't find out. I was guessing it had to do with him not liking me, but he was cut off.

"Amelia, it took me forever to spot you." Edwin's smooth voice filled me. I found sudden interest in my nails.

Everything was going perfect! Probably why things were most likely going to wrong from here on out. I could already feel Black's gave traveling between Edwin and myself.

"Jennifer wouldn't tell me where you were and Severus had no idea." My eyes dared to flash to the Slytherin table. What I saw was Jemima, a lollipop in her mouth, holding back Severus with wild motions. My heart speed up, automatically I shot from my seat. I wanted to avoid this conflict at all cost.

"Edwin," I breathed, with my eyes and my movement I tried to warn him this wasn't a good time. He wasn't getting the hint. To be fair to Edwin though, tonight would be a perfect night for a snog and then some. Especially after all the sweets I ate. "It's Halloween night, Merlin bless your Ravenclaw mind, but I hope you don't want to do homework tonight."

Edwin's eyes flickered down to Black. He grinned with what he thought was understanding. He assumed I was attempting to get with the best shag at Hogwarts. "If you had other plans with Black that's fine." As he said it his eyes locked with Black. Two of Hogwarts playboys reached an agreement within their silences. I didn't have time to correct them though. Jemima was losing against my brother. What was worse was his friends noticed the commotion with a quick assessment. They realized I was with Blood-Traitors.

"She's all yours, mate." Black had arched his eyebrow up. He was itching to say more, but didn't press. He was obviously curious how I knew Edwin Bowyer.

"Forty minutes," I said. Things were going so well and I wanted to keep it that way. My hope was that by Christmas my revenge would be finished. If that was my plan I had to push forward. I looked from Edwin and back to Black with a winning smile. "Give me forty minutes and then meet me at our spot."

His grin was wide, he loved that I referred to it as our spot. I smiled right back and disappeared with Edwin.


A/N: Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Let me know...I'd love to hear opinions. This chapter is shorter, but the next chapter will be longer and is actually turning out to be my favorite so far. Though there aren't that many.