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!
Chapter 6: Telling What She Knows
Sunlight hit her damp face, glistening off the droplets of sweat that laid on her temple. With her eyes narrowed to block the flood of sun rays, she hoisted herself on her elbows.
There were voices outside the room; raised voices, arguing. Snow discovered one to be Remus, but the other was inaudible.
Before she could even turn her head toward the door, it burst open, revealing a darkly dressed man, hurrying into her room.
Hastily, he shot his gaze downward to the shocked, gaping girl on the bed. If she had known he would be barging in as he did, she would have had time to at least put a bra on. But, he gave her no warning, and here she sat, bare chested, mouth closing and opening like a goldfish.
"For HEAVENS SAKE!" Snape threw his arms up in exasperation and fled her room. His absence only brought upon Remus' presence.
Unlike the annoyed Snape, a sly, crooked grin wound around his lips before he walked right back out, shutting the door with a click.
Snow, before the risk of getting caught by another male, jumped from her bed and quickly snapped her bra around her body. In less than 30 seconds two men had seen her braless, shirtless, and completely exposed to their eyes.
As she grabbed a plain t-shirt from her desk, Snow hurried to her door. After throwing it open, the two men who barged in on her before were waiting in the hall. Snape was avoiding her gaze and Remus was smiling at her as if he had never seen her...naked.
"What on earth made you do that? Doesn't anyone know how to knock anymore?" Her green eyes blazed with anger, making both men fall silent.
"Anyway, what is it that you two were arguing about?"
"I want to know what the letter you recieved last night said. Lupin, here, informed it was none of my concern."
Snow turned to Snape and looked over his black, so dark it was blue, hair, before returning to his eyes.
"Why didn't you just ask me about it?"
"Well, Miss...Snow, I would have if you had not been asleep when I arrived this morning."
His lips curled into a sneer before he pushed her aside, and marched into her room. He immediately strolled to her desk, moving unwanted parcels around.
"Excuse me, this is my room."
"Where is the letter?"
"Hold on a minute! You have no right barging in here when I'm naked, nor do you have the right to...to root through my things as you are!" Fed up with her shouts, Severus turned to Snow, glaring hard into her eyes.
Her mouth snapped shut and she pressed her back into her dresser. "If you would cease your annoying blabbering for ONE second, and tell me where the damn letter was, then I would leave your wretched room."
He barked nastily. Snow blinked before turning her back to Snape and wrenched open the top drawer. She casually glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Remus looking at her. He was not smiling as he usually was.
After her fingers grasped the parchment, she pulled it out and thrust it into the hands of Severus Snape. He took it from her and walked out of the room. It was odd not seeing his black cloaks bellowing behind him. Odd, but nice.
'At least now he doesn't look like a thunder cloud.' Snow said with a smirk. As she started to follow the man, her wrist was seized. She turned and stared up into Remus' golden eyes. "You may want to put some pants on." He said with a grin.
Snow looked down and groaned. In her rush for getting out into the hall earlier, she had forgotten to put on her britches. Remus waited on her while she snatched the jeans in the middle of her floor and slid them on. As they both rushed down the hall, her fingers were buttoning them up.
In the den, Snow sat among the majority of the head Order members. Her eyes were glued, boredly, to the table. Dumbledore was talking to Molly Weasley and Remus, while Snape was bent over the fireplace, speaking to someone over the floo network.
It had been painstakingly unbearable to wait for nearly an hour as they tried to gather any information on the where-abouts of Lucius Malfoy. Snow, who no one had considered to speak to since she arrived in the room, was tapping her fingernails on the wood of the coffee table.
As she continued to do so for another few minutes, she noticed that it was oddly quiet. She raised her head and saw everyone of the Order members to be staring at her, quite annoyed by her tapping. "Sorry." She mumbled, pulling herself up on the loveseat behind her.
At that moment, Snape pulled his head out of the fireplace and stood up, brushing his hair away from his eyes. "No one has had any contact with Malfoy since he escaped Azkaban. It seems he did the same as Sirius did. No one knows anything about him. Even his family dis-owned him."
Snow rolled her eyes. She could have told them that. Why would anyone want to claim that idiotic, cruel man as their family?
"Well, I believe it is time for Miss Snow to tell us what she has kept a secret for many days." Dumbledore spoke softly, but his cryptic words sent chills down the spine of Snow's back. She jerked her head up to see everyone's eyes on her.
She spotted Remus and cleared her throat, not exactly sure where to start. "Uhm..."
Dumbledore noticed her nervousness and stepped closer to her, sitting himself beside her. She sighed and nodded, as if knowing what he was going to say. "Well, Lucius, as you all know, sent me a letter. And, well, I think I know why. See, when I was...captured by Voldemort, he was the one who brought me to him." Snow cleared her throat again and kept her eyes glued to her hands in her lap.
"Anyway, after V-Voldemort used me, I was given to the other Deatheaters for their...enjoyment. Well, little by little, I noticed that there were few of them visiting me. Except for one. He came every day...He would forbid the others to see me, or even speak to me. Lucius.." Snow's voice cracked as a stream of tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
A tension filled silence fogged the room. Snow didn't dare look up. She didn't want to see the pity in everyone's eyes.
"Lucius ended up raping me every day. And, when he started causing the other Deatheaters to grow angry with him, there would be fights break out. Lucius even threatened to kill me before they could have me back. Voldemort, for some reason, trusted him to dispose of me..." This time, as she paused, she looked up into Dumbledore's eyes, pleading. "Don't make me finish this. I..."
Her shoulders were seized by Remus's hands. He pulled her into a hug and stared at Dumbledore. "You don't have to, Snow." He spoke softly to her.
"I am afraid she does. After we know everything, we can help you." The wise man said, his eyes gazing into hers. Snow nodded and pulled herself away from Remus.
"I'll try." Her voice came out in a broken whisper. "Lucius took me somewhere. I don't know exactly where, but, he threw me on the ground and raped me again. And, he said he wouldn't anymore if I told him I loved him. I didn't so he...he abused me. He looked so mad, I didn't know what was worse. Death or him..."
She swallowed and stared at the floor, pausing to take a deep breath. Molly Weasley had taken Dumbledore's place at her side. She was holding the girl to her shoulder, patting her back and telling her it was alright.
"I didn't tell him, and he became so furious that he told me to get out of his sight. My legs were so badly bruised and...and broken, I couldn't even stand. So, I suppose he took pity on me, because he started holding me, telling me that he loved me. And, that was when he told me that I would be safe from harm until he could find me again. The next thing I knew I was on the bus to this house, crying my eyes out."
Another pause of silence swept through the room. A few people took this time to walk around, clearing their throats and consuming the information she just bestowed upon them. Snow, however, was staring at Remus while Molly squeezed her to her chest tightly.
"It is impossible that he could know where you are now. Severus, I believe it was you who assured me that no Deatheater knew about the headquarters, am I correct?"
Snape nodded, folding his arms over his chest. He avoided looking at Snow, and she noticed this. Was he afraid of her?
"Right, well, then I do believe it is safe to say that you are safe here until further notice. On the other hand, it would be wise to let you be seen in other places, as to throw Lucius off guard." Dumbledore nodded again, turning to the woman at his right, Minerva. Snow looked at them as the conversed in a hushed whisper.
With a curt nod, McGonagall swept past the old headmaster and exited the room. This time, Dumbledore went to Snape, whispering to him in the same fashion. He left too, heading in the same direction as the woman did seconds before.
Snow watched as Dumbledore stepped up infront of her, catching her gaze in his eyes. "I have told Professor McGongall, and Professor Snape, to send gaurds to come and watch over the house. They will follow you wherever you may happen to go." He paused and turned to Molly, smiling softly.
"If you will be so kind, Molly. I have devised a plan for Snow. You see, I think it would be wise to have someone look over the house for three nights of the month. You seem fit for the job. Snow has already taken a shine to you." Snow narrowed her eyes as he spoke. Why only three nights out of the month? And then it hit her like a broomstick in the face.
Dumbledore was going to--
"Remus, for the other days out of the next few months, I expect you to watch over Miss Snow as best as you can?" Dumbledore lifted his white eyebrows so high, they nearly touched his hair line.
Snow couldn't help the smile that swept over her lips.
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