JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista, Julia, Amaia, Vanessa, some chick named Jolene and the dream...
Author's Note: The end of this has been RATED R. I don't feel it is exactly 'necessary' to change the whole rating since it is merely a few paragraphs. Yeah, deal with it.
Chapter 20: Snape gets lucky
(A/N: This first part is told by Karista's point-of-view)
I'm walking. For some reason, it is very, very cold and yet so familiar. Oh yeah, I forgot…this is exactly what my father's home looks like at night. And then it comes to me…it is that dream. The one that wakes me in a cold sweat every night since the bloodstone potion. I brace myself, because if the past is of any indication of anything, I will be entering my father's study shortly. Enough time to spare to hear the argument that begins to commence between my father and myself.
Sure enough, without fail, it happens. I am once again a fourteen year old girl standing in front of my greying father, who once again is yelling at me. Every time I revisit this dream, the argument's topic changes, yet this time it is different.
"I want you to keep away from magic. No more," my father says to the fourteen year old me. I stare in shock. He wants me to stop doing what I was born with? Why?
"Dad, I am going to keep practicing, wether or not you want me to," I spat at him. His face only grew redder until he exploded.
"So you enjoy not knowing the fact I receive death threats from people in London I don't even KNOW?" he yells, sending dust flying from the ceilings. It is all coming back to me now. The day before I was going to begin my fourth year at NYWI, and he is begging me to stop my heritage. I should have known.
"I can stop them," I say simply, causing my father to stare for a moment and stand up so suddenly that I jump. He comes around his desk and slaps me hard across my face causing me to stumble out of my chair.
"You cannot, will not, and shall not practice magic. EVER," he finishes, leaving his study and myself, crying silently on the floor. Then the dream slowly fades until I am in a cemetery in London. Not only is it freezing outside, it is also poor visibility. Fog unfurls itself around where I stand until I see small, hooded figures approaching from my left. I turn around slowly and come face to face with a tombstone; Tom Marvolo Riddle is etched into it, as well as the birth and death dates.
"My mother is buried here," I realize as I turn to face the statuette over my mother's grave. It is one of a praying angel, one of the wings is missing a chunk and it is exceptionally grimy. I turn around again and notice the figures, now recognizeable as humans, have stopped in a half circle around me, waiting for something. Finally, one of the people step forward.
"Dark Lady, guide us," a man's voice asks softly from beneath a hood and mask. Death Eaters, I say nervously to myself until I realize what the man called me.
"We are your humble Death Eaters, my lady," another voice calls amidst a nodding of heads and smiles. All at once my face turns into one of disgust before a shooting pain shoots through my body. The dream evaporates before me as two faint green dots appear before me.
***
"Will she be okay?" Harry asked nervously as Alastor and Dumbledore checked Karista's pulse and vital stats.
"Yes, she has just fainted. Rejuvenation spell, I suppose Mundungus?" Dumbledore asked, his brow knitted with concern.
Mundungus nodded his head before taking his wand out of his front pocket and mumbling a few words. Karista's body immedeatly seized up before she began screaming.
"What…how can that be?" Dumbledore asked, awestruck as Karista slowly whimpered and revived. She was trembling terribly and was paler than Harry had ever seen her. By now, the Order had gathered around the new comers and were watching with bated breath.
"It's okay," Harry murmured as he pulled Karista into his arms and rocked her gently while she sobbed mercilessly.
"I…well, it can't be possible can it? I mean, she had the necklace," Alastor said quietly.
"She took it off," Harry mumbled absently, more to himself than the others.
"What do you mean?" Mundungus asked, looking from Alastor, to Dumbledore and Harry.
"When did she take it off?"
"She gave it to me last night, when she came in a dream-like form," Vanessa murmured through Snape's robes, where she was being kept warm.
"Severus, I can trust you to get Ms. Redgrove to the infirmary?" Dumbledore said quietly while Snape nodded his head and picked Vanessa up into his arms and walked casually out of the entrance hall.
"She was put under cruciatus, wasn't she?" Alastor whispered, moving a lock of hair from Karista's face. She had stopped sobbing now, yet she was still shaking violently. Her sprained ankle and cut were throbbing hard on her worn nerves, and she soon passed out again.
"Harry, take her up to the infirmary. Alastor, Mundungus, we must get to Lily."
Mundungus and Alastor stood up with some difficulty and went over to wear Lily was laying, still unconcious yet improving slightly. Harry stood up, pulling Karista up to on her feet and doing exactly as Snape had done before.
***
The two of them were quiet as they walked up to the infirmary. It was almost a fearful silence, not at all like the last time any of them shared a silence. She roped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder while he made his way up a long corridor towards a portrait. He muttered the password and climbed into the teacher's common room.
"Severus," she whispered softly, feeling his heart rate pick up gently through his robes. He walked down another long corridor until he got to yet another door and pushed it open. A spiralling staircase lead down to yet another wooden door amongst carved stone walls and torches lighting the black space around them. He smoothly careened down the stairs, pausing only at the door to tap the door with his lock and opening it gingerly with one hand. Once inside, he gently set her down and waved his wand at the fireplace, starting a large fire in a matter of seconds.
He took her hand and lead her over to a plush armchair by the fire and let her sit down before taking a kettle of the mantel piece and boiling it in a few seconds.
"Nice new infirmary, I suppose," Vanessa said, her eyes grazing over the room and the stooped figure of Severus Snape who was adding tea leaves to a cup.
"Yes, I take pride in my medical status, thank you," Snape said tonelessly. His back was still turned towards her, and he was making an obvious attempt not to look at her.
"How did this happen, Severus?"
Severus nearly dropped the cup before him. She watched as he tensed up, his head bent over as if debating wether or not to tell her something.
"Magic," he said simply and returned to making the tea. Vanessa became cross. Why won't he tell me?
"Well, I kind of figured that, Severus. What kind of magic?" Vanessa started. Snape stood up to his full 6'2 figure and turned around. The look in his eye resembled the look more commonly given to Death Eaters…she remembered it fully.
"I don't know how you came to be here," Snape said icily before Vanessa noticed he had tears on his face. "But I don't care. You are here now."
Vanessa stood up, and for the second time that night launched herself into Snape's arms. He traced his hands up and down her back and over her torn robes. Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionetly on the mouth. At first, Snape was caught off guard, yet quickly retaliated. His hands moved up towards her head where he pressed her into him harder.
"Severus," Vanessa gasped before plunging into another kiss. Snape released himself from her grasp and lightly tugged on the front of her robes and pulled her towards his bed. He softly swung her upon it and laid down next to her. She practically leapt into his arms, kissing him more fervently while he undid the clasps on her robes, finally flinging them off of her. There were scratches all over her torso and breasts, as well as down her legs, including a few nasty bruises. He started at them, reaching his wand and healing them; if there was one thing Death Eaters learned, it was how to heal minor scratches, cuts and bruises. Vanessa flinched as the wand touched her skin, yet he continued while gently rubbing his thumb along her jawline until he was done.
She reached over and undid the clasp on his robes to reveal black boxer shorts and a fine muscular body. She gently ran her finger down his stomach to line of the boxers before lifting herself up and laying herself gently on the numerous pillows at the head of the bed. Snape followed her, a malicious yet appealing grin flicking on his mouth. He swallowed her into another kiss while gently running his hands over her sides stomach. She gently moaned under him, trying hard not to scream out his name. Her mind flicked to the last time they were together, and it only made her happier. Snape reached up and closed the curtains around his bed, before stopping to stare at his beautiful wife.
"I missed you more than you could have ever known, Vanessa," he whispered to her, before kissing her passionately once again.
Author's Note: The end of this has been RATED R. I don't feel it is exactly 'necessary' to change the whole rating since it is merely a few paragraphs. Yeah, deal with it.
Chapter 20: Snape gets lucky
(A/N: This first part is told by Karista's point-of-view)
I'm walking. For some reason, it is very, very cold and yet so familiar. Oh yeah, I forgot…this is exactly what my father's home looks like at night. And then it comes to me…it is that dream. The one that wakes me in a cold sweat every night since the bloodstone potion. I brace myself, because if the past is of any indication of anything, I will be entering my father's study shortly. Enough time to spare to hear the argument that begins to commence between my father and myself.
Sure enough, without fail, it happens. I am once again a fourteen year old girl standing in front of my greying father, who once again is yelling at me. Every time I revisit this dream, the argument's topic changes, yet this time it is different.
"I want you to keep away from magic. No more," my father says to the fourteen year old me. I stare in shock. He wants me to stop doing what I was born with? Why?
"Dad, I am going to keep practicing, wether or not you want me to," I spat at him. His face only grew redder until he exploded.
"So you enjoy not knowing the fact I receive death threats from people in London I don't even KNOW?" he yells, sending dust flying from the ceilings. It is all coming back to me now. The day before I was going to begin my fourth year at NYWI, and he is begging me to stop my heritage. I should have known.
"I can stop them," I say simply, causing my father to stare for a moment and stand up so suddenly that I jump. He comes around his desk and slaps me hard across my face causing me to stumble out of my chair.
"You cannot, will not, and shall not practice magic. EVER," he finishes, leaving his study and myself, crying silently on the floor. Then the dream slowly fades until I am in a cemetery in London. Not only is it freezing outside, it is also poor visibility. Fog unfurls itself around where I stand until I see small, hooded figures approaching from my left. I turn around slowly and come face to face with a tombstone; Tom Marvolo Riddle is etched into it, as well as the birth and death dates.
"My mother is buried here," I realize as I turn to face the statuette over my mother's grave. It is one of a praying angel, one of the wings is missing a chunk and it is exceptionally grimy. I turn around again and notice the figures, now recognizeable as humans, have stopped in a half circle around me, waiting for something. Finally, one of the people step forward.
"Dark Lady, guide us," a man's voice asks softly from beneath a hood and mask. Death Eaters, I say nervously to myself until I realize what the man called me.
"We are your humble Death Eaters, my lady," another voice calls amidst a nodding of heads and smiles. All at once my face turns into one of disgust before a shooting pain shoots through my body. The dream evaporates before me as two faint green dots appear before me.
***
"Will she be okay?" Harry asked nervously as Alastor and Dumbledore checked Karista's pulse and vital stats.
"Yes, she has just fainted. Rejuvenation spell, I suppose Mundungus?" Dumbledore asked, his brow knitted with concern.
Mundungus nodded his head before taking his wand out of his front pocket and mumbling a few words. Karista's body immedeatly seized up before she began screaming.
"What…how can that be?" Dumbledore asked, awestruck as Karista slowly whimpered and revived. She was trembling terribly and was paler than Harry had ever seen her. By now, the Order had gathered around the new comers and were watching with bated breath.
"It's okay," Harry murmured as he pulled Karista into his arms and rocked her gently while she sobbed mercilessly.
"I…well, it can't be possible can it? I mean, she had the necklace," Alastor said quietly.
"She took it off," Harry mumbled absently, more to himself than the others.
"What do you mean?" Mundungus asked, looking from Alastor, to Dumbledore and Harry.
"When did she take it off?"
"She gave it to me last night, when she came in a dream-like form," Vanessa murmured through Snape's robes, where she was being kept warm.
"Severus, I can trust you to get Ms. Redgrove to the infirmary?" Dumbledore said quietly while Snape nodded his head and picked Vanessa up into his arms and walked casually out of the entrance hall.
"She was put under cruciatus, wasn't she?" Alastor whispered, moving a lock of hair from Karista's face. She had stopped sobbing now, yet she was still shaking violently. Her sprained ankle and cut were throbbing hard on her worn nerves, and she soon passed out again.
"Harry, take her up to the infirmary. Alastor, Mundungus, we must get to Lily."
Mundungus and Alastor stood up with some difficulty and went over to wear Lily was laying, still unconcious yet improving slightly. Harry stood up, pulling Karista up to on her feet and doing exactly as Snape had done before.
***
The two of them were quiet as they walked up to the infirmary. It was almost a fearful silence, not at all like the last time any of them shared a silence. She roped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder while he made his way up a long corridor towards a portrait. He muttered the password and climbed into the teacher's common room.
"Severus," she whispered softly, feeling his heart rate pick up gently through his robes. He walked down another long corridor until he got to yet another door and pushed it open. A spiralling staircase lead down to yet another wooden door amongst carved stone walls and torches lighting the black space around them. He smoothly careened down the stairs, pausing only at the door to tap the door with his lock and opening it gingerly with one hand. Once inside, he gently set her down and waved his wand at the fireplace, starting a large fire in a matter of seconds.
He took her hand and lead her over to a plush armchair by the fire and let her sit down before taking a kettle of the mantel piece and boiling it in a few seconds.
"Nice new infirmary, I suppose," Vanessa said, her eyes grazing over the room and the stooped figure of Severus Snape who was adding tea leaves to a cup.
"Yes, I take pride in my medical status, thank you," Snape said tonelessly. His back was still turned towards her, and he was making an obvious attempt not to look at her.
"How did this happen, Severus?"
Severus nearly dropped the cup before him. She watched as he tensed up, his head bent over as if debating wether or not to tell her something.
"Magic," he said simply and returned to making the tea. Vanessa became cross. Why won't he tell me?
"Well, I kind of figured that, Severus. What kind of magic?" Vanessa started. Snape stood up to his full 6'2 figure and turned around. The look in his eye resembled the look more commonly given to Death Eaters…she remembered it fully.
"I don't know how you came to be here," Snape said icily before Vanessa noticed he had tears on his face. "But I don't care. You are here now."
Vanessa stood up, and for the second time that night launched herself into Snape's arms. He traced his hands up and down her back and over her torn robes. Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionetly on the mouth. At first, Snape was caught off guard, yet quickly retaliated. His hands moved up towards her head where he pressed her into him harder.
"Severus," Vanessa gasped before plunging into another kiss. Snape released himself from her grasp and lightly tugged on the front of her robes and pulled her towards his bed. He softly swung her upon it and laid down next to her. She practically leapt into his arms, kissing him more fervently while he undid the clasps on her robes, finally flinging them off of her. There were scratches all over her torso and breasts, as well as down her legs, including a few nasty bruises. He started at them, reaching his wand and healing them; if there was one thing Death Eaters learned, it was how to heal minor scratches, cuts and bruises. Vanessa flinched as the wand touched her skin, yet he continued while gently rubbing his thumb along her jawline until he was done.
She reached over and undid the clasp on his robes to reveal black boxer shorts and a fine muscular body. She gently ran her finger down his stomach to line of the boxers before lifting herself up and laying herself gently on the numerous pillows at the head of the bed. Snape followed her, a malicious yet appealing grin flicking on his mouth. He swallowed her into another kiss while gently running his hands over her sides stomach. She gently moaned under him, trying hard not to scream out his name. Her mind flicked to the last time they were together, and it only made her happier. Snape reached up and closed the curtains around his bed, before stopping to stare at his beautiful wife.
"I missed you more than you could have ever known, Vanessa," he whispered to her, before kissing her passionately once again.
