Disclaimer: Same as before.
A/N: I know, the last chapter sort of sucked and Snape was out of character. I hit writer's block in the middle. Anyways, I wasn't going to update, but inspiration hit me. This chapter might turn out short, so don't hit me!!!!
The next day, I escaped to the library during lunch. I knew that I didn't have to do homework, but I still wanted to read over some of the books. I had hoped it would take my minds off other things, but it didn't. "Well," drawled a voice behind me, "look what we have here boys." /Great,/ I thought. /Now I have to deal with Malfoy!/
Turning around, I stood up. "What do you want?" I asked in a bored tone. When would he get the point that he was a bloody git? I then noticed the bandaged on his head. It looked like he got more than he bargained for when he last tried to talk to me.
"I'm hurt, Lorene. Really, I'm hurt. All I wanted to do was ask you a question."
"What?" I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted to know. He was acting stranger than normal, and that was saying a lot.
"Are you truly seeing Potter?" I was barely able to keep in my laughter. This was what he wanted to know?!?! He took my silence as a yes. "That's what I thought. You are no better than you're mother. Falling for a mudblood lover is no better than falling for a muggle.
"I'm amazed that your uncle is my godfather. He's even turning into a mudblood lover. Just look at how he gives house points to those two /things/ you call friends." Malfoy finished with a wand in his face.
"Don't ever speak that way about my friends again," I calmly said, "or else I will make that memory of a bouncing ferret seem like a walk in the park." Malfoy responded by pulling his wand up.
"You were never very good at wand waving. I will always be the better one."
"Aye," I said as I began to walk away, "that it true, but I would watch what you eat. I've always been the better potion brewer." I was about to walk out of the library, when I decided to make a final blow. "Just because I wouldn't go out with you doesn't mean that other girls won't. Some actually preferred their men to be /smaller./"
The library was filled with laughter and Malfoy was left trying to correct the rumors. Pansy had over heard and was trying to help the situation by saying, "That's not true! He's very well endowed!"
***
By nightfall, everyone in the castle had heard the rumor. I entered the Great Hall and whispers escalated. Sitting down next to Jessy I said, "I seem to make people whisper. Why do you think that happens?" Everyone let out a laugh.
"I don't think I could have done it better," Hermione said, wiping tears from her eyes. Malfoy had to claim he was sick and now he's hiding the hospital wing. The smile on my face grew. "Pansy helped to make it better! I think people would have blown it off if she hadn't tried to correct the rumors!"
"He deserved everything that he got," I plainly stated, although I had a smile on my face.
"Does he really..." Ron started. "Well, you know..."
"I have the faintest clue," I said and left it at that. It was true that Draco had asked me out before, but I couldn't stand him. The reason he asked me out was due to the fact that his father made him. At that time, Lucius had hoped that his son would marry a fellow Death Eater's child. Things didn't work out.
After dinner was done, Harry and I got up and made our daily trek down to the dungeons. "I would be happy if I never saw this hallway again," Harry muttered.
"In some way, I agree," I whispered. We reached the classroom a little early. Taking a seat, we continued to talk.
"So... what are you going to do this summer?"
"I'll probably stay here with my uncle since I have no where else to go. I was able to take my Apparition test a couple of years ago. Maybe I'll visit Michelle and Jessy once they go home," I said a little forlornly. "What about you?"
"I guess it depends on what happens with Voldemort." Realizing what he said, Harry become upset. "I hate that fact! I hate the fact that my future lies in his hands! I hate the fact that my happiness lies in his hands, o that everybody's happiness lies in his hands!"
"I know what you mean. Do you know that my uncle wasn't always the way he is now?" Harry was a little shocked in the turn in the conversation. "It's true. He once knew how to love. While on vacation in France, he met this beautiful witch. She had black hair, just like you, and beautiful brown eyes. My mother told me that my uncle once said that they reminded him of melting chocolate. Her name was Cynthia.
"Anyways, a couple of days after meeting her, he meet some of her family, in particularly, a person he had hoped never to see again. He thought that this person purposely hoped that my uncle would fall for Cynthia. Do you know who this person was?"
"My father, right?" I nodded my head.
"Cynthia was your father's cousin. My uncle began to give her the cold shoulder, but she wouldn't let him. The day before his vacation ended, he decided that he couldn't let her get away. He tracked her down and apologized. A week later, they were married." Getting up, I walked to my uncle's desk. Opening a drawer, I pulled out a picture and handed it to Harry.
"My uncle and Cynthia are standing in the middle. That's you're mother standing next to Cynthia. She's three months pregnant."
"What happened?" Harry asked as he stared at the picture. I think he was happy to see another picture of his mother, or he might have been surprised to see my uncle smiling.
"My uncle was afraid that Voldemort would try to manipulate their love, so he hid her. Cynthia found out she was pregnant, and they shared on last meal before my uncle was called away. While he was gone, Voldemort killed her.
"My uncle came home to an empty house. He searched everywhere for her. He even went to your parent's house, a place he swore he would never enter. Voldemort called him and delivered the news. Voldemort wanted to secure my uncle's loyalties, but this was the reason he became a spy." I finished my story and Harry handed me the picture. We were startled by harsh clapping.
"A very nice story," Snape drawled. "I forgot that I sent out a memo telling you to tell him my life story!" My uncle's voice was increasing with every breath he took. "If I were you, /MR. POTTER/, I WOULD EXIT THE ROOM AS FAST AS I COULD!" Harry looked at me, but I told him to go. Never taking his eyes off me, Harry left. Once he was gone, I turned back to my uncle.
"If I wanted people to know my life story, I would tell them myself."
"He had the right to know, and I don't know why you keep it bottled up."
"Because I can! It doesn't matter what you think. This is my life we are talking about. I can handle them thinking that I'm an overgrown bat, but I will not have some snot-nosed kid saying things about Cynthia. I mean it, I WILL NOT..."
"Have you ever truly looked at Harry?! I mean, have you ever not seen him as your enemy's son?! Harry isn't like his father! Draco would be more like Harry's father!" I didn't mean to shout, but I couldn't help it. "Harry is one of the kindest people I have ever met," I said on a whisper. "He cares for his friends and does everything he can to protect them. You think he wants glory, but he doesn't. He wants to be normal. That's all he wants." I looked up at my uncle, not realizing my feelings for Harry were shinning through my eyes.
"You've fallen for him, haven't you?"
"Are we done yet?" I asked in hopes of avoiding the question. I didn't know what was going on. When my uncle realized that I wasn't going to say anything else, he dismissed me. I walked to my room with a heavy heart.
A/N: This chapter took a totally different turn. Wow, it's amazing when it does that! I want to send a quick thanks to Harry Potter Lexicon for filling in some blanks. I recommend you visit this site. Also, my time in this story has been sketchy. Just think that it's about two/three months into school. I know that it seems early for them to be talking about summer, but it was important in starting the story of Snape's life and will be important in later chapters. Okay, now it's time to push that little button that says Go! You know you want to.
A/N: I know, the last chapter sort of sucked and Snape was out of character. I hit writer's block in the middle. Anyways, I wasn't going to update, but inspiration hit me. This chapter might turn out short, so don't hit me!!!!
The next day, I escaped to the library during lunch. I knew that I didn't have to do homework, but I still wanted to read over some of the books. I had hoped it would take my minds off other things, but it didn't. "Well," drawled a voice behind me, "look what we have here boys." /Great,/ I thought. /Now I have to deal with Malfoy!/
Turning around, I stood up. "What do you want?" I asked in a bored tone. When would he get the point that he was a bloody git? I then noticed the bandaged on his head. It looked like he got more than he bargained for when he last tried to talk to me.
"I'm hurt, Lorene. Really, I'm hurt. All I wanted to do was ask you a question."
"What?" I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted to know. He was acting stranger than normal, and that was saying a lot.
"Are you truly seeing Potter?" I was barely able to keep in my laughter. This was what he wanted to know?!?! He took my silence as a yes. "That's what I thought. You are no better than you're mother. Falling for a mudblood lover is no better than falling for a muggle.
"I'm amazed that your uncle is my godfather. He's even turning into a mudblood lover. Just look at how he gives house points to those two /things/ you call friends." Malfoy finished with a wand in his face.
"Don't ever speak that way about my friends again," I calmly said, "or else I will make that memory of a bouncing ferret seem like a walk in the park." Malfoy responded by pulling his wand up.
"You were never very good at wand waving. I will always be the better one."
"Aye," I said as I began to walk away, "that it true, but I would watch what you eat. I've always been the better potion brewer." I was about to walk out of the library, when I decided to make a final blow. "Just because I wouldn't go out with you doesn't mean that other girls won't. Some actually preferred their men to be /smaller./"
The library was filled with laughter and Malfoy was left trying to correct the rumors. Pansy had over heard and was trying to help the situation by saying, "That's not true! He's very well endowed!"
***
By nightfall, everyone in the castle had heard the rumor. I entered the Great Hall and whispers escalated. Sitting down next to Jessy I said, "I seem to make people whisper. Why do you think that happens?" Everyone let out a laugh.
"I don't think I could have done it better," Hermione said, wiping tears from her eyes. Malfoy had to claim he was sick and now he's hiding the hospital wing. The smile on my face grew. "Pansy helped to make it better! I think people would have blown it off if she hadn't tried to correct the rumors!"
"He deserved everything that he got," I plainly stated, although I had a smile on my face.
"Does he really..." Ron started. "Well, you know..."
"I have the faintest clue," I said and left it at that. It was true that Draco had asked me out before, but I couldn't stand him. The reason he asked me out was due to the fact that his father made him. At that time, Lucius had hoped that his son would marry a fellow Death Eater's child. Things didn't work out.
After dinner was done, Harry and I got up and made our daily trek down to the dungeons. "I would be happy if I never saw this hallway again," Harry muttered.
"In some way, I agree," I whispered. We reached the classroom a little early. Taking a seat, we continued to talk.
"So... what are you going to do this summer?"
"I'll probably stay here with my uncle since I have no where else to go. I was able to take my Apparition test a couple of years ago. Maybe I'll visit Michelle and Jessy once they go home," I said a little forlornly. "What about you?"
"I guess it depends on what happens with Voldemort." Realizing what he said, Harry become upset. "I hate that fact! I hate the fact that my future lies in his hands! I hate the fact that my happiness lies in his hands, o that everybody's happiness lies in his hands!"
"I know what you mean. Do you know that my uncle wasn't always the way he is now?" Harry was a little shocked in the turn in the conversation. "It's true. He once knew how to love. While on vacation in France, he met this beautiful witch. She had black hair, just like you, and beautiful brown eyes. My mother told me that my uncle once said that they reminded him of melting chocolate. Her name was Cynthia.
"Anyways, a couple of days after meeting her, he meet some of her family, in particularly, a person he had hoped never to see again. He thought that this person purposely hoped that my uncle would fall for Cynthia. Do you know who this person was?"
"My father, right?" I nodded my head.
"Cynthia was your father's cousin. My uncle began to give her the cold shoulder, but she wouldn't let him. The day before his vacation ended, he decided that he couldn't let her get away. He tracked her down and apologized. A week later, they were married." Getting up, I walked to my uncle's desk. Opening a drawer, I pulled out a picture and handed it to Harry.
"My uncle and Cynthia are standing in the middle. That's you're mother standing next to Cynthia. She's three months pregnant."
"What happened?" Harry asked as he stared at the picture. I think he was happy to see another picture of his mother, or he might have been surprised to see my uncle smiling.
"My uncle was afraid that Voldemort would try to manipulate their love, so he hid her. Cynthia found out she was pregnant, and they shared on last meal before my uncle was called away. While he was gone, Voldemort killed her.
"My uncle came home to an empty house. He searched everywhere for her. He even went to your parent's house, a place he swore he would never enter. Voldemort called him and delivered the news. Voldemort wanted to secure my uncle's loyalties, but this was the reason he became a spy." I finished my story and Harry handed me the picture. We were startled by harsh clapping.
"A very nice story," Snape drawled. "I forgot that I sent out a memo telling you to tell him my life story!" My uncle's voice was increasing with every breath he took. "If I were you, /MR. POTTER/, I WOULD EXIT THE ROOM AS FAST AS I COULD!" Harry looked at me, but I told him to go. Never taking his eyes off me, Harry left. Once he was gone, I turned back to my uncle.
"If I wanted people to know my life story, I would tell them myself."
"He had the right to know, and I don't know why you keep it bottled up."
"Because I can! It doesn't matter what you think. This is my life we are talking about. I can handle them thinking that I'm an overgrown bat, but I will not have some snot-nosed kid saying things about Cynthia. I mean it, I WILL NOT..."
"Have you ever truly looked at Harry?! I mean, have you ever not seen him as your enemy's son?! Harry isn't like his father! Draco would be more like Harry's father!" I didn't mean to shout, but I couldn't help it. "Harry is one of the kindest people I have ever met," I said on a whisper. "He cares for his friends and does everything he can to protect them. You think he wants glory, but he doesn't. He wants to be normal. That's all he wants." I looked up at my uncle, not realizing my feelings for Harry were shinning through my eyes.
"You've fallen for him, haven't you?"
"Are we done yet?" I asked in hopes of avoiding the question. I didn't know what was going on. When my uncle realized that I wasn't going to say anything else, he dismissed me. I walked to my room with a heavy heart.
A/N: This chapter took a totally different turn. Wow, it's amazing when it does that! I want to send a quick thanks to Harry Potter Lexicon for filling in some blanks. I recommend you visit this site. Also, my time in this story has been sketchy. Just think that it's about two/three months into school. I know that it seems early for them to be talking about summer, but it was important in starting the story of Snape's life and will be important in later chapters. Okay, now it's time to push that little button that says Go! You know you want to.