The Terrifying Truth of Elizabeth Slythe
Elizabeth and Lucius stared in horror at the scene in front of them. Elizabeth's neighbor, the very same she had argued with before leaving for her date, was standing over the dead bundle of feathers that was her sister's owl, Wanda. Elizabeth cupped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream as the man turned slowly toward them. He held a bloodied knife in his hand. Lucius shoved Elizabeth back behind him and drew his wand from his forearm. The man laughed and held the knife toward them.
"Little Miss Elizabeth needed a reminder. So I gave it to her." He said and vanished in a burst of red smoke. The smoke cleared and he was gone. Elizabeth rushed to the poor bird on her bed and cuddled it into her arms, pressing the blood covered feathers into her chest. She cried softly for the one thing her sister ever gave her besides a headache. A hand gently rested on her shoulder and she looked up at Lucius. He looked down at her sympathetically and she looked away, embarrassed by her tears. Lucius cupped her chin and kissed her softly.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Mon Cher. You have every right to mourn your loss. I only wish we had not stopped in the park so we could have stopped him…" he said and held her as her body shook with silent tears. They stayed like that for a few moments before she pulled away from him and stood.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, Lucius… I never thought he would do such a terrible thing. He has always stalked me like a rabbit, but I never thought…." Her voice trailed off and she sighed.
"I suppose the night is ruined, eh? Well, you can leave if you so wish. I have some cleaning up to do in here anyway…" she said and took out her wand. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms.
"Elizabeth, I would not leave you like this even if I had to." He said and she looked up at him in awe.
"You aren't… put off…?" she asked. He chuckled.
"Oh sex, at the moment yes, but of you? Never." He said. She beamed at him and he vanished the blood on the floor and levitated the bird to the kitchen to be cleaned.
"What do you want to do with it?" he asked. She bit her lip and shrugged.
"I'd like to give her a proper burial, but I don't know…." She replied. He nodded and took the bird outside into her back yard. He used magic to dig a small hole beside a tree and placed the poor bundle of feathers inside. He covered the hole again as Elizabeth watched from the doorway. He made his way back to her and she gave him a watery smile.
"Je vous remercie, Lucius ... Cela signifie que tant ..." (Thank you, Lucius… That means so much…) she said. He smiled and nodded.
"Of course. Now shall we have some tea to help you feel better?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I would prefer to have something a bit stronger. There is brandy in the cupboard."
0000
Severus stared at the fire in Spinner's End as it burned brightly, a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand. He withdrew farther into his misery as a knock came at the door. He muttered a go away and a few harsh words, but the person persisted. He cursed them. Not only had he endured watching Lucius steal his favorite student and customer, along with any chance he had with her, the night before, now he had to endure a pest at his house. Damn the world…
"Severus Snape, ouvrir cette porte en ce moment, ou je te hexagonale dans le siècle prochain! Je le pense vraiment!" (Severus Snape, open this door right now, or I will hex you into next century! I mean it!)
He sat up at the voice of Elizabeth but did not move.
"Laissez maintenant, Mlle Slythe, ou je vais être obligé de vous blesser." (Leave now, Miss Slythe, or I will be forced to hurt you.) he called back. Silence greeted him and then he heard his door nearly burst off the hinges. He stood up, the half empty bottle of Firewhiskey being knocked to the floor. He stared in wonder as the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed stormed into his living room. Elizabeth's hair was sparking with red and green power; her eyes blazed like burning sapphires, her fists were clenched and ready for a fight. She was stunning. She jabbed a finger into his chest.
"Je veux que chaque sort la torture seule vous le savez, outre Unforgivables! Je veux que ce salaud de payer pour ce qu'il a fait! Je veux pas qu'il souffre et brûler et mourir!" (I want every single torture spell you know, besides Unforgivables! I want that bastard to pay for what he has done! I want him to suffer and burn and DIE!) she yelled. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her as her magic sent books flying into the air and broke one of his least favorite vases. She glared at him as she panted and he shushed her gently.
"Elizabeth, ce qui s'est passé? Qui a fait quoi? Pourquoi êtes-vous souhaitant la mort sur eux?" (Elizabeth, what happened? Who did what? Why are you wishing death upon them?) he asked. She broke down and clutched at his robes.
"Il a tué ma chouette! Il a tué la chouette ma sœur me l'a donné! Lucius a essayé d'aider, mais il ne fait qu'empirer les choses! S'il vous plaît, ne me faites pas moi de revenir à cette maison misérable! Il vit juste à côté de moi! Il a tué Wanda ... Il a tué ma chouette!" (He killed my owl! He killed the owl my sister gave to me! Lucius tried to help but he only made things worse! Please, don't make me go back to that wretched house! He lives right beside me! He killed Wanda... He killed my owl!) she cried into his shoulder. He held her gently and stroked her hair as he sat her down beside him on the sofa.
"Taisez-vous, Elizabeth, tout ira bien." (Hush, Elizabeth, all will be well.) he murmured as he rubbed her back comfortingly.
000
The darkness enveloped the young prisoner as the two guards outside her door snored loudly. She picked up her bronze mirror and smiled at her reflection. She opened her door and tip-toed away from the sleeping guards. She walked to the kitchen and opened the cupboards. She grabbed a loaf of bread and held her mirror up in case someone were to find her. She silently made her way back to her room, but found it occupied by her sister. The older girl glared at the blackette and snatched the bread form her hands.
"Mother said no food since you back talked. Go back to bed, you stupid adopted brat!" she hissed and slammed the door behind her. Elizabeth sat on her bed and took out the second loaf of bread from under her long skirts. She munched on her food and smirked.
"No one out smarts me…"
000
Elizabeth stayed the night with Severus, not wanting to go back to her house, so close to the killer of her dear friend. Severus slept in the guest room, to give her the most comfortable room. The next morning he woke to the smell of bacon. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He grabbed his robe and wand and made his way toward the kitchen, half expecting a house elf to be making breakfast. Instead, he was greeted by Elizabeth bloody Slythe wearing one of his night shirts and a pair of his boxer shorts, making eggs and bacon. He stared at her, committing the sight to memory to fantasize once she left. She turned and smiled at him brilliantly.
"Monsieur! Bonjour! Avez-vous bien dormi?" (Sir! Good morning! Did you sleep well?) She set two plates on the table and leaned over, giving him a lovely view in the process, and grabbed two napkins from his drawer. He nodded to her and smiled.
"Mon cher, je crois que nous sommes au-delà des titres tels que monsieur ou mademoiselle." (My dear, I believe we are beyond titles such as sir or miss.) he replied as he sat down. She nodded and served him his eggs.
"Le bacon sera prêt dans un instant. aller de l'avant et à manger ... euh ... Que vais-je vous appeler?" (The bacon will be ready in a moment. go ahead and eat... uhm... What shall I refer to you as?) she asked. He chuckled and grabbed her chin gently. He drew her closer to look him in the eye, having so obviously lost his mind, in his opinion.
"Vous pouvez m'appeler Severus." (You may call me Severus.)
Elizabeth blushed deeply.
"….Severus…."
A/N: A bit short, but worth it I hope? Enjoy! Please review!
DITF
