Chapter 8: Snape, Regrets and Roses / Kizano Sunobu 2

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with harry potter or Yandere simulator, Sorry.


Hey Lovelies

I'm stuck at home from work (and let me tell you I absolutely hate it, being sick that is) sick, seeing as I work around food that's no joke either, so I'm going to take my mind off it with my writing, and guess what, my editor is back so my spellings, punctuation and grammar is going to get better with her help. Any ways please read, review, add a plot suggestion, and enjoy. Oh and don't forget to swing by my profile and vote on the poll.

Oh Pheonix373 I'm glad that you like my inclusion of Info-Chan, but I don't know how many times she'll appear due to me not liking her very much.

And guest who ever it is, I don't know if Ayano / Yandere-chan will appear or not but, I recommend you stay tuned, and I don't know if Wisteria takes the place of Senpai or not, I also recommend that you read and make your mind up as the story progresses seeing as it's more fun when you don't know what's going to happen next.

Good news I've finally introduced Wisteria's house elves to you in this chapter, I hope you like them.

Love

Snow


Wisteria's POV:

I came inside to get changed and ready for my evening classes and check in on the bat in the airing cupboard, once that was done I left the house and once again headed out to the bus stop. Tonight I have potions, healing, charms and history of magic (magical America this time), I just hope I don't fall asleep during history, mainly because of when professor Binns taught me. Once the bus arrived I clambered on, payed my fair and set off to my evening classes.

During potions we studied and made the draught of living deaths, and for independent study we had to research a potion of our choice and expand on it's ingredients and uses. During healing we where learning how to counteract the blood boiling curse as well as how to magically regulate heart rates and body temperatures. History taught me about magic from ancient Egypt and how the Egyptians used their magic in burial rites and medicine, for home work we had to read the ancient Egypt chapters and take notes.

Once evening classes had ended I decided to take a detour and head over to the Bean Scene so I could finish my independent studies and overdose on coffee, if only to keep me going, I managed to finish my assignments, but I kept being "harassed" by one of the waiters, he kept asking me if I was alright, because of the high amount of coffee I was drinking, but eventually he left me alone when I told him that I was busy and needed the energy, along with the fact that I didn't want any more interruptions.

It was nearly midnight by the time I came home, however I could sense that something was out of place, as I walked up the path towards the front door, I heard footsteps inside, this was disturbing seeing as I knew that Ms Najimi and Osano were asleep at this time, so I drew my wand ready to attack any one who was inside.

"Alohomora" I whisper letting myself back into my home, only to see a very familiar person stood in front of me, Professor Snape in his black robed glory.

"Put that away Potter, think before you go attacking one of your professors" snapped Snape.

"What are you doing her?!" I demanded angrily.

"Someone has to look after you, but judging from your neighbors and the fact that you're going to school I'd say you're doing a good job on your own" He replied.

"Any ways, do you know what time it is, if this was Hogwarts I'd have you in detention for breaking curfew" he said angrily.

"I've just got back from evening classes and finishing my independent studies, now I'm going to bed, because I have school in the morning, oh and professor, the spare room is upstairs down to the right and four doors too the left" I explained and told him as I started walking up the stairs to my room, where I eventually collapsed onto my bed. Not looking forward to tomorrow especially if the greasy git here. I drifted in and out of sleep until the next morning when I woke to Snape bursting through my bedroom door.

"Potter, one of the neighbours is here to see you" he very nearly yelled at me.

"Then let them in and be polite to them! And need I remind you that this is my house that you invited yourself into" I told him as I got up to gather my school things so I could go and get washed and dressed, and go to school.

After my quick shower, I got dressed and headed down stairs to see Osano sitting on a kitchen chair glaring up at Snape.

"Is every thing okay?" I asked hoping to lighten the mood a little bit.

"Why is there a stranger in your house?" Was the first thing that came out of Osano's mouth.

"He came here uninvited, but he was a friend of my late mother and he apparently promised her that he'd keep an eye on me" I lied rather smoothly.

"Oh" was the only reply I got out of that.

"Well, We'd better get going!" I exclaimed grabbing my bag and began heading out the door to the bus stop, Osano quickly following me.

The bus ride to school was rather subdued and quiet, due to what happened earlier, but it gave me time to think, mainly about what I really wanted in life, an alien concept to me, because of me being treated like a marionette having its strings pulled all the time so I never got around to it, now that I had cut the proverbial strings, I found it unbearably hard to figure out, was I going to be an auror, like dad or perhaps a healer like mum, or should I become something else, after all I have time to find out who I really am.

My train of thought was shattered when the bus came to a stop and me and Osano got off of the bus and began to walk towards the school. Once in the building I quickly changed my shoes and headed off to class hoping today was going to get better. Today I had French, maths, literature, PE and cookery followed by an afternoon of free time, which was allocated for baseball practice, lucky me, perhaps I can hit more home runs by visualising Snape's face on the balls.

During practice things where a bit tense, mainly because we had a game with another school coming up, and while we've won the district cup for five years solid it doesn't stop our opponents from trying to cheat, either by spying on us or by sabotaging our equipment, but we catch on quickly if only to keep our plans safe and sound.

This time I ended up catching the spy after a rather comical incident, I had hit a home run in practise and our fielders couldn't find the ball, until we heard a loud thud followed by a high pitched yelp, suddenly a girl wearing a different school uniform to ours jumped out of the bushes, with the baseball lodged in her left eye socket.

"Well, that's what I call keeping your eye on the ball" was the only sensible thing I could say, even if it had the rest of my team in hysterics, and causing the girl to growl angrily, her shaking form dislodging the ball revealing the beginnings of the worst black eye I had ever seen.

"You'll pay for this" she shouted before she took off running towards the school gate, vaulting over it in the process.

After that we decided to tell our captain about the incident, and suggested that he got some of the students from the disciplinary squad to patrol the area more thoroughly.

Kizano's POV:

So my Cinderella is sporty, I thought to myself as I watched her from the classroom window, even though I should be going through my script with the rest of the club. While she's active, she's looks almost anorexic, there no way that any of the costumes will fit her, and to think she's be a lovely addition to our stage especially on my arm. Perhaps something can be done about it, I'll have to speak to Amao about getting her to eat, if only for her own sake.

Not many people know this but I suffered from anorexia and was now on the mend, but it was hell. It all started when I started getting more important rolls, and the other actors would make fun of my body shape and size, mainly because I used to be rather chubby back then, out of stress and self loathing I ate less and less and exorcized more to the point where it took over my life, now that I come to think of it, anorexia became my twin and my bully, the more I tried to please the disease, the more it took away from me.

It wasn't until my father put his foot down and took me to the hospital that thing got real and serious, and the hard work began, I was forced out of my bed room (because of it having an en suite) and into the guest bed room, I was supervised all the time during meal and excursive times, and embarrassingly I was followed to the bathroom by family members, they'd wait out side, listening in case I became bulimic. It was a long and terrifying three year journey, but I'm getting better and well on the way to stardom.

I sigh and shake my head in order to push those morbid memories back to where they should be, what a shame that such a young woman like her should be going down this path, and what a real beauty she'd be if she got help, plus if she filled out her figure would be more noticeable in a good way. I began to picture her in various outfits and costumes, from an elegant geisha to a primitive beauty, she had so much potential, all she needed was the help.

Suddenly I heard my phone bleep, it was Info-Chan for some reason, I looked at the message and read.

Found some more information on your Cinderella if you want it

I texted my reply quickly, but was told I needed to pay my "fee" , I rolled my eyes and decided to excuse myself from my group for a while, I decided to use my actors charm to obtain the necessary photo's, even though I hated doing it, mainly because it made me feel like lecherous old man, but I did what I had to do. Once the pictures where sent, I received another text.

She's going to evening classes,

She also frequents the Bean Scene,

She also has a slight aversion to food for unknown reasons,

She's often seen with Osano Najimi , Amao Odayaka and Osoro Shidesu,

Well it gives me some insight into which commoners she hangs out with along with a handful of her habits. But it still isn't enough, I needed more if only to understand a bit more, perhaps I should do a bit of sleuthing of my own, it'll be cheaper and more dignified if only that, and I'd get to see her in person.

No one's POV:

For Wisteria the rest of the day went off better than what happened in the morning, though she was slightly concerned about what was going to happen about the baseball game coming up, mainly because of the girl she'd caught spying on them, they had told the sports captain about it and he did follow their suggestion only to be turned down by the student council claiming it would be a waste of resources as well as detrimental to the disciplinary squads learning as well, so the sports teams where forced to get clever about catching spies from enemy schools, as well as spot cheats on the field.

And while things where getting better in some aspects of Wisteria's life, other aspects of her life, she seemed to struggle with juggling her domestic life with her academic life, her lack of control of her own home because of Snape, she still has trouble eating, and had lost a drastic amount of weight because of it, there where other issues but Wisteria didn't really like to think about them. After thinking about it Wisteria found that there where many things about herself that she hated, but there where things that she loved about herself as well.

Meanwhile Kizano was trying to figure out what he could do to help Wisteria, he knew that she'd put up a fight if only to maintain her own form of control over the situation, he knew Wisteria lived alone, so there would be no one to make sure that she's eating and putting on the weight.

Wisteria's POV:

I decided that after a lot of practice I was hot and run down so I decided to hide out some where that was cool and quiet, and unfortunately that place happened to be the school's theatre.

" I really hate you, stop getting in my way" I began to sing, making my feelings about the world known.

"I've lost my patience, when are you gonna decay? " I continued thinking about the festering friendships I'd left behind.

"I want to throw you out, just like my broken tv",

"If you'll come back once more, it shall be painful you'll see!" My voice echoed out my threat of revenge, as I held Dumbledore in my mind.

"I hope you die in a fire",

"Hope you'll get stabbed in the heart, hope you'll get shot and expire!",

"Hope you'll be taken apart, hope this is what you desire" I sang letting the pitch of my voice change along side my emotions.

"It's almost over, why couldn't you just let it fly?",

"Don't be afraid, it's not the first time you'll die",

"Your mechanical parts click, sounds like when I broke your bones" I continued to sing allowing malevolence to bleed in to my voice.

"Once I get my second chance, I won't leave you alone",

"Oh Yeah", I sang as my heart rate escalated with my burning anger.

"I hope you die in a fire",

"Hope you'll get stabbed in the heart, hope you'll get shot and expire!",

"Hope you'll be taken apart, hope this is what you desire" I sang finally calming down before the final line.

"I hope you die in a Fire!" I belt out, letting out what's left of my anger for the day, just as the final bell rang.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, to calm myself down, and the once burning hot temperature, dropped to what felt like sub zero conditions causing me to shiver slightly. Not really thinking about it I picked up my bag and headed out to the school's main entrance to change my shoes and began my journey home, the bus ride was quiet as usual, but I couldn't help feeling like I was being watched, maybe Osano was staring at me, or perhaps it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.

Kizano's POV:

Her voice was amazing, I was lucky that I had recorded it, but it was so raw and emotional, perfect for an actor or actress but not for a professional singer, I desperately want to showcase this voice, but I'd have to catch her singing something else, the song she just sang was to personal, angry and emotional, but I can give her credit, she has talent.

I wonder if she knows that she has talent? If not I'll just coax her into the drama club, I'll also take her under my wing, she'd be the angel of the stage if I have my way, perhaps with the right incentive I can get her to leave the other clubs and sports teams she's part of. Perhaps I should catch her when she's got her tutoring gig, perhaps I can get some dirt on her that way, I listened to the final bell and began to walk out towards my fathers car silently, my thoughts currently occupied with her presence, I could imagine the both of us on the stage together, leading stars of the theatre.

As I rode home, I saw Wisteria getting on a bus with one of those degusting commoners she has as classmates, so perhaps they live near each other, and they seem to like each other, now that won't do, not at all.

As the city melted away to country side I plugged my headphones into my phone and began to listen to her singing again, I was bewitched by her voice, the power and emotion that coursed through her song and her voice altogether, bringing an angry vengeful woman to my mind, she'd be perfect for many roles if she can control herself on the stage.

I felt the car slow down as I arrived home, I got out the car not caring if my father was talking to me, I just wanted to be on my own, I desperately needed to think, about her, me and everything in between.

Wisteria's POV:

I staggered in to my home after my evening classes only to see that Snape was still here, much to my annoyance. Why was he here? He must know that he no longer has any power over me, he can no longer bully or belittle me. So why? And now of all the times he could have come?

"Potter, you're late home!" Snape snapped at me.

"Need I remind you that this is my home, and I don't have to account to you for my movements, I've just come back from my evening classes, if you don't mind I'd like to make myself a cup of tea, and I'm going to reheat that soup in the fridge" I said kicking off my shoes and slipping into my slippers and walked towards the kitchen. Just as I put the soup onto the stove and put the kettle onto boil I remembered something.

"Oh and if you want something to eat, avoid the chilli that was sat in the back of the fridge, it's been sitting there for about a month" I said in a sickly sweet tone, only to see Snape go pale then a sickly shade of green.

"I had that for lunch" I said before running out of the kitchen. It was then I noticed the dirty bowl in the sink, I rolled my eyes, not knowing what to think.

"Serves you right you bastard, for raiding my fridge, and then being too lazy to do the dishes after your self" I muttered to myself, I went to put a mug cake in the microwave only too see the minor explosion inside it. After a few minutes Snape reappeared in the kitchen.

"Is there any more of that tea left" was the only thing he could say.

"PACK YOUR BAGS!" I screeched.

"When I left this morning my home was clean and order! And what do I come home to! A mess! I want you out! You've treated me like shit since I started school, and you turn up here uninvited, you've raided my fridge and left my kitchen a shambles and you expect me to give you tea!" I continued to yell.

"Don't be stupid Potter, you'd be leaving yourself undefended , after all if I could find you, so could Dumbledore and Voldemort" Snape sneered at me.

"It took you nearly six months to find me, plus I'm not entirely defenceless, the house is warded, I have nosey neighbours and good friends, also I'm aloud to use my magic outside of school if only to defend myself, and my magical education is more advanced here in Japan possibly because the tutors don't play favourites or bully me, so go away, before I ask the wards to evict you!" I said countering his argument with several air tight points.

With that Snape turned and began to leave, obviously knowing that he was beaten, once he had left I slumped into on the kitchen chairs with my head in my hands.

"SHELL" I called out, and with a small pop, a house elf wearing a black and white yukata with the Potter crest on appeared.

"Mistress Wisteria wants Shell?" The elf asked.

"Shell can you clean up the kitchen please, and can you get Mist to see if Snape has left my property yet" I requested as I rubbed my temples trying to stop the ever growing head ache.

"I do hope our uninvited guest wasn't rude to you" I said softly.

"No mistress, as yous said not to be seen, greasy bat man didn't see us" Shell replied making me laugh at her name for Snape.

With the situation dealt with for the moment I left Shell cleaning up and took my tea and soup up to my room with me, knowing that this was going to be a long night , if only for the home work.


song : die in a fire by the living tombstone