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 8: Snape Manor

"Tell me again why I'm here." Snow asked, dropping her heavy duffel bag to the white marble floor of Snape's mansion. Just the foyer was bigger than anything she had ever seen. White marble floors stood out against the mahogony wood of the walls and the dark, emerald curtains drawn shut over the windows.

"Because, Lucius is terrfied of Severus. He would never step foot in this house." Remus mumbled, crossing her path to look out the windows. He drew the curtains shut after he discovered that no one had followed him.

Severus, who was angry that they had to stay in his house, stepped up to Snow, snatched her bag from the floor and carried it to a small door at the end of the foyer.

"Wake up, you stupid little creature." He shouted, kicking the door with his foot. Snow heard something scurrying around on the other side of the door before the door knob twisted. A small, grey colored house elf stepped out with a timid smile.

"Good evening, Master. Henry did not know we were going to be having guests." The house elf said, twisting the dirty cloth he wore around his mid-section in his hands. Snow smiled and turned to Remus. He was not smiling.

"Neither did I...Take this bag to the upstairs guest bedroom." Severus turned back to Snow as the elf dragged her bags through the foyer, and around a corner. "I'll show you to your room later." He gave a sideways glance at Remus before storming down the hallway, leaving Remus and Snow standing where they were.

"So much for a gracious host. I'm sorry about all this, Snow." Remus said, taking the girls hand in his own. It killed him to see her having to go through all of this. First Lucius, then being attacked by a werewolf, and then having to move in with a surly, mean, and bad-tempered man.

Snow didn't mind. She had been going through this for 6 years of her life...maybe even before that. She still couldn't remember who she was, or where she even came from. 'I don't even know my name.' Snow thought to herself.

A shrill yelp sounded before Henry came scrambling around the corner. The scared elf didn't even glance at Remus or Snow before flinging himself into his room, slamming the door. "What happened to him?" Snow whispered, walking to the door. "Henry?"

"Henry does not want to speak with the girl. She is bad, Henry can sense it."

His voice was muffled, but Snow heard what he had said. She was bad? How was she bad? Remus walked to the girl and guided her to her feet. "Let's try and find your room now. I don't care what Snape says..."

Remus took her hand and pulled her through the hallway, trying to find the stairs. The entire mansion was like a labyrinth. The halls turned different ways, leading to another hallway, or to another room. Confused, Snow gave a sigh and turned to Remus. "Lets just go back to the Foyer and wait on Severus."

"That would be a good idea if I can find the Foyer. I've been looking for it for the past ten minutes." He smiled at her before walking to a door at the front of the hallway. He opened it and found a library. The books were stuffed into dusty shelves that reached nearly to the ceiling.

The floor was dark wood, and it made the room seem sinister. Snow pulled herself closer to Remus, smiling as he squeezed her hand tighter. "That isn't what we're looking for--"

"You two haven't spent an hour in my house and already you're nosing and snooping around." Severus said, walking out of a door. He shut it behind him and turned his glare to Snow. "I'm guessing you want dinner?"

"Actually, I just want to take a nap...But, dinner first would be good. Whatever you wa--"

"Very well." Snape cast a glance at Remus before turning on his heel and walking further down the hallway. Both Snow and Remus followed behind, feeling slightly out of place in the old house. Despite it's darkness, and often sinister rooms and feel, Snow felt very comfortable here.

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Dinner was served in the dining room. Candles were floating above the table, lighting the room with dim light. Snow looked around, between sipping her soup, at the black curtains that hung in the bay window. Toward the right of the long table, was a door leading to the kitchens, where more house elves fixed their dinner.

Snow leaned back, and dropped her eyes to the bowl of soup before her. It was still full with pea soup, but she couldn't eat with such uncomfortable silence. Severus was reading an old book that looked as if it were falling apart at the seams. He paid no attention to his guests.

Remus was eating a spoonfull of soup every five or so minutes. He cast glances at Severus before turning to smile at Snow. She felt her cheeks blush as she looked back up, catching Remus looking at her.

He grinned and sat like Snape, with his hands out in front of him as if he were reading an invisible book. His mouth dropped into a frown and he moved his head from side to side, making him look dumb. Snow couldn't help but giggle.

She clasped her hand over her mouth and kept watching Remus mimick Snape. He would turn an imaginary page and drop his frown more. Despite her hand over her mouth, Snow kept giggling.

House elves rushed out into the dining room, clearing the soup bowls away and replacing them with a tray of fruit for desert. But, Snow didn't even notice them. She was still giggling and snickering at Remus.

Even the house elves seemed to find it humorous.

Severus, who decided to peek over his book to see what was so funny, did not find it very funny at all. Snow quickly stopped laughing and looked at the table, a smile still on her rosey lips.

"Are you quite finished with your game of charades, Lupin?" His voice seemed darker, if it were possible, as he snapped at Remus.

Snow looked at the wall, covering her mouth with her hand once more, trying not to laugh. Severus slammed his book on the table and stood, glaring at the three house elves as they scurried back into the kitchen.

"I'll have Henry show you to your room. I suppose you will want more time to eat since you were so busy mimicking me."

"Oh, come on, Severus it was a joke." Remus tried to explain but the dark haired man was already bustling out of the room. The room was quiet only for a second before both, Snow and Remus gave loud hoots of laughter. Snow's sides were aching as she leaned over the table, her face inches away from it. Her shoulders were shaking.

"That was cruel, Remus!" She gasped between laughs.

"But, funny." Snow nodded in agreement before sliding her tray down the table, to where it was next to Remus'. At first, she had planned to sit next to him, but the house elves positioned her food at the very end of the table, opposite of Severus. Remus was in the middle, in front of the bay window.

"I'm sorry you have to be here."

"Don't be. It isn't so bad. I actually think this house if beautiful. And if it keeps me safe from Lucius, then it's a wonderful house...By the way, who is going to watch after me when you're...a werewolf." She paused before saying the word. Why was she so scared to admit he was a werewolf? It isn't like he is going to kill her. She had realized that the attack from Remus a few weeks ago was her own fault.

Remus paused, dropping his smile as he looked down at his food. "I'll be fine by myself you know...I don't need a keeper 24/7." Snow tried to assure him, but Remus shook his head.

"No. Molly will be here to look after you again, I suppose."

Snow sat back in her chair, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest like a three year old. "I'm not a little girl...If everyone thinks I'm safe here, then why do I have to have someone watch over me constantly? I'm sure three nights out of the month will be fine for me to be alone."

"You do know we're sharing a room don't you?" Remus asked slowly. He knew she was tired of having him around her constantly. She did need privacy.

Snow jerked her head up with wide green eyes. This bit of news made her head spin. Her vision blurred for a second, but she soon gained composure.

"Oh...well..." She soon lost ability to say anything besides those two words. Before she could think of snapping herself from her shock, Henry walked through the door. He peeked around the room through the crack in the door before sighing. It was as if he didn't want them to be there when he walked in.

As he walked to the table, Snow saw him avoiding her stare. "Master says you need Henry to show you to your room."

They both stood up, following the timid house elf out of the dining room. Snow could barely contain her nervousness. She was sharing a room with Remus. It was going to be very difficult keeping her hands to herself...

AN:I had a feeling that this story was getting TOO intense. So, expect the next few chapters to be calm, and hopefully a lighter mood than the previous chapters.. Oh, and THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS!!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!!!!MORE COOKIES AND CANDY AND MILK AND ALL THAT STUFF THAT KEEPS YOU COMING BACK FOR MORE! Btw, I don't know what made me make him Lucius...I just never really liked him at all...This isn't a story to bash him or anything.