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For the next few months Eve and Severus spent their evenings together. They would mostly talk- about teaching, the students and other things. They talked about everything. Almost everything. Whenever the conversation would drift towards those years between his graduation and the Dark Lord's fall he would change the subject. He was not ready to admit to his sister that he was a Death Eater. He could imagine her eyes when she would hear it. They would look ashamed, disgusted and full of pity. He couldn't stand to be around her if she knew. He had so much guilt to deal with…His conversation with Eve opened up an old wound that has been haunting him since he was eleven: Why didn't he save his mother? Why did he freeze? Was it because he WANTED her to die? He saved his sister, why not his mother? Why did he throw the knife? Was he trying to kill him? He knew that he hated the man and wished for his death everyday, but was he a murderer? Snape smiled bitterly. He was now. How many people did he kill as a Death Eater? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make their faces go away. Every night they would cry in terror, beg for mercy or simply die. He remembered every one of their face, the hallow eyes, staring blankly up at him, condemning him… Snape shook his head. He could never make amends for what he has done and he can never forgive himself. How will talking about it help? But it helped when he had that talk with Eve. Not much, but enough to make a difference. Snape felt like he was not worthy of her love and he loathed himself deeply for receiving it. He decided that he would tell her when the time was right.
Professor Epaulets hurried to her next class. She went last night to Severus' room and they talked almost until dawn. She slept maybe four hours and she was going to be late. She smiled to herself, thinking about her and her brother. It's been eighteen years since they saw each other. But they were catching up. She adored her older brother. It was not easy taking care of her, but he did. He sent her a letter from Hogwarts almost every day and they would spend every vacation to its fullest. When she started learning in Hogwarts she was so scared. She thought it would be hell and that people would make fun of her because of her family. But they didn't. No one said a word about her father's death or her mother's murder. Only years later did she realize why. Severus threatened the other students and made sure they wouldn't pick on her. He took care of her for so long… And now it was her turn to take care of him. She finally found him and she won't let anyone separate them.
"Professor!"
Eve turned and smiled kindly at Hermione.
"Yes?"
Hermione looked a bit embarrassed. She handed her a parchment and headed into class. The rest of her students began to pile in as well.
She opened it and saw it was her essay. Eve frowned. The paper was not due till Friday. She glanced at Hermione before placing it in her bag and starting her class.
"Ron, might I have a word with you?" Eve asked kindly. Ron looked shocked and he flushed as he went over to her desk. The rest of the students went to their next class.
"Y-yes Professor?" Ron stammered.
Eve smiled kindly. "Is everything alright?"
"What do you mean?" He asked confused.
"I mean, you seem to be a bit… Preoccupied in my class. Are you feeling well?"
"Yes I'm fine I'm sorry", he said quickly and turned to leave.
"Just pay more attention in class", she warned half seriously as he left. She laughed silently and picked up her things. It was obvious that young Mr. Weasley had a crush on her. Secretly she was rather flattered and she berated herself for feeling that way. She left the classroom smiling brightly.
That evening Severus headed towards his sister's room. He planned on telling her everything. She's been here 5 months and he couldn't stand lying to her. He never could, she always brought the truth out of him. He passed by the Headmaster's office and stopped when he heard talking.
"You trust too easily Albus. It is your greatest flaw." Snape froze at the sound of the familiar voice. Moody…
"I feel people deserve a second chance." Dumbledore said.
"Death Eaters don't." Moody spat. Snape nodded. So, Moody was here, but why…
"I want to keep an eye on the Death Eater." He stated. Snape's eyes widened. Moody was here because of HIM? Something must have happened to cause Moody to come here and spy on him.
"Your teaching class is available if you wish. I spoke with Miss Epaulets and she agreed to assist you."
Snape heard a distinct snort.
"Death Eaters don't change. They're filth and will always stay that way. They'd stab you in the back the first chance they'll get." Moody ranted. Getting closer to the entrance. Snape took a step back and walked back to his room. He hoped Moody's magical eye didn't notice him. He forgot why he headed in that direction in the first place and went to his room. Something was terribly wrong, he could feel it in his bones. He felt his throat tightening. Only something big would bring Moody back here and for whatever reason it is, he thinks Snape is involved.
He only hoped it was Moody's paranoia and not a real threat.
-End Part 4-
In about 2-3 chapters I'm gonna finish the series. It's not that I don't want to write more, it's just that I planned it this way from the beginning.
Warning: It's about to get very angsty- so you're warned. You might not like where I'm taking this, so don't read it if you have something against violence and tortured Snape.
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-Ivy-
