Chapter 14- Meeting Your Fate

'Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom,' the blood pounded in his ears. He used the pads of his long, thing, fore and middle fingers, to put pressure on his temples and rub them in a slow, circular motion. 'Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom,' no avail, the massaging of his temples did nothing but cause him to concentrate on the repetitive motion, rather than the thoughts that cause his raging migraine in the first place.

Thoughts of her always made his head pound, meaning that migraines were a constant in his life. She was around all of the time, not that he was friends with the people she hung around with. He could not get away from her. She was intoxicating. Her smell, her looks, her smile, her laughter, she had changed so much, but she was still the same girl that he had always known at the same time. He had never seen this side of her before, but he liked it. Being around her made him feel like he had just ridden on that awful carnival ride The Gravitron. He felt like the bottom had dropped out of his world, but it was spinning so fast that he could not move a muscle to get away. The feeling, surprisingly, was not as bad as it sounded, he loved being around her, despite the dull ache she left in his heart when she was not around.

She had been flashing through hi mind when his headache came about, the constant pounding only getting worse as his thoughts became more present. Some thoughts were bad, and some were good, but they all left him aching. The good left his heart to ache, but the bad left him in the sat he was now currently in. At the moment, he was remembering the way she had been hanging out with "him" lately.

'I thought that she hated him,' he thought bitterly. 'I'll never be able to have her if she keeps hanging out with him.'

He was sitting in the dark, empty common room, only to be kept company by the random cracks from the slowly dying fire before him. He sat on the ends of a large cushy chair, leaned his upper back upon the back of the chair, and had his fingers intertwined behind his head. He stared at the fire, watching as the small orange flames danced and licked the sides of the logs. It was beautiful to watch. The flames were free to move as they pleased, and were not afraid that they would be ridiculed for doing so. E wished that he could be like that. Free from prejudices, other people's thoughts, and free to do as he pleased, and not to be ridiculed for being open about whom he really was. That however was not the case. There were always people's thoughts to be considered, he did not have to consider them, but he did. Everyone cares about what other people think, everyone is looking for some sort of recognition, but they also usually try to avoid people's thoughts that are bad.

Why did he do this to himself? He had gotten himself into a very large rut, and it was slowly eating away at him. The one person he wanted and needed to tell, he just could not bring himself to do it. She would hate him. They were just starting to build up a new relationship, and as soon as she was to find out, any chance of them being friend would be ruined. He did not want to take that chance. How could he tell her? He was being heartless either way, but which was would break her more? It he told her, her heart would break into a thousand more pieces than it already had, it would probably destroy her. On the other hand, if he were to never tell her, her heart would break apart each and every time she saw him. She would never be able to trust him with either choice he made. He needed to tell her, he wanted to tell her, but every time he saw her, he just could not being himself to do it. He tired to keep his mind off of her. He thought about talking to one of his friends, he thought about the up coming weekend, he even thought about homework, but each and every though, came back to her.

It was Friday night and there was no one around, but it was not that late. He supposed that people must be out partying and with their significant others, or they were around doing homework somewhere other than where he was. He had been left here, as if he had been forgotten. He had been left here, alone, to wait for his fate.

OOO

He ran his long, boney fingers through his shoulder length, greasy, black hair, as he paced around his office, leaving a pool of black robes to float along behind him. Snape had been doing this all evening, well, ever since he had left the great hall after dinner. He was nervous and he was not sure why. Actually, he knew exactly why he was nervous, the feeling just did not come to him often. He was going to visit his sister in few minutes, and he was NOT looking forward to it.

It had been thirteen years since he had seen his sister Sienna, his niece Casey, and his brother in-law David. It had been since the death of his parents, since the funeral that was the last time he had seen the rest of his living family. Severus was not one to be sad or nervous, but thinking about his family made him do crazy things. He figured that they would have nothing to talk about. He thought that maybe there would be hostility between them, seeing as they had not contacted each other in a very long time. She had stopped trying to contact him over the past few years, seeing as he had not made any effort to return her gestures. He could just never bring himself to do it, it hurt too much to remember the past and he didn't want to even try, that was why he had not contacted her and he wished that he never would have had to. Thirteen years was a long time. It was an especially long time when you had to face a situation that you hoped never to have to.

He decided that it was time to face the situation, and with in a flurry of black robes, Severus was out of his office and making his way across the castle in a hurry, with a stern but determined look on his face.

OOO

He sat in the chair, continuing to stare into the fire, which was giving off a warm glow now. There were no flames, but it looked as if the log were glowing a deep orange color, it was a bit eerie. The room was still deserted, and that left him with the repetitive sound of 'ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom,' his administrations had failed and his headache was still very much pounding away in his brain, he was afraid that it would never go away. He barely noticed the knocking at the portrait door, seeing as his head was making the same noises. He stood up at the same time a man burst into the common room. He could not make out the features of the man, but he knew who he was. It was time. It was time to meet his fate.

"We are going to be late if you keep standing there staring at me like that Mr. Cook," Snape turned and walked out of the Gryffindor common room with Nick tagging along close behind.

I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I have been so busy and I have had this terrible case of writer's block. There are so many things that I want to have happen in this story but they all seem to be coming too quickly and I don't think it would make the story flow right. Anyways that is why I put this chapter in here. But yeah, question for you all…do you want me to write more about what Snape and Nick do in the next chapter? I don't know if you all caught on about what is happening I tried to give clues but if it didn't make sense just let me know. Well, I hope that you liked this chapter. I am sorry that it is SO short. I will try and write more for the next chapter. Oh and for "the-gurl-who-lived" you never left an e-mail address, but sure you can use a character like Nick. I feel so special that you want to use part of my story. Thanks for asking, that was really nice of you. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and please review and let me know what you think I should talk about for the next chapter, I look forward to hearing what you all think. Until next time…Adios.