Quick Notes: I do not own any of the characters except Victoria Clausen,
but you can borrow her if you really want. (
A huge, gargantuan thanks to every single one of my reviewers for the first part of the story. I love you all! It makes me want to write more! A big thanks to Snakecharmer for the wonderful ideas. Everyone go read her stories! They are the epitome of greatness!
And now, the long awaited second chapter.
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This story continues as Harry is in his sixth year, it has been eight years since Severus and Victoria have seen each other.
The Return
Severus Snape tapped his fingers impatiently on the polished desktop in front of him. He glanced at the grandfather clock that sat ticking peacefully in the corner. Seven o'clock p.m. He got up and paced the thick carpet of his quarters. Peering through the thick cobwebs on the window near his bed, he could see ominous storm clouds gathering in the distance. A low rumble echoed across the threatening sky. The grounds were black, and the old cobblestone road that ran near the school was deserted.
He sighed wearily. It was going to be a long night.
* * * Victoria Clausen sat in an old taxi as it puttered down the bumpy road. "Amazing," she thought to herself, "the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in the country and they can't conjure up a better road?"
Forked lightning stabbed the sky. She clutched her bag.
"This is insane," she muttered. Earlier that week she had gotten an urgent owl from Professor Dumbledore asking her to return to Hogwarts, as their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had again left them. Term started in three days.
She hadn't wanted to leave so suddenly. She owned a nice little cottage and had a job with the Ministry in the Dark Creature Control Department. But Dumbledore had pleaded and she broke down. How do you argue with the greatest wizard of all time?
It had been eight years. Eight long years since she had been to Hogwarts. And for eight years she had fought to block that night out of her head. The pictures still flashed through her mind. Why had she even gone to see him anyway? Was she that deluded to believe that he would ever love her? Truth be told, she hadn't needed the potion he gave her. She had cursed herself for an excuse to approach him. Those painful words "I can't, it would never work" still haunted her.
Before she had left she firmly convinced herself that Severus Snape was her colleague, and as a colleague she would treat him with respect. The little incident that had occurred was now a wisp of the past, and it was time to focus on the future.
But why did it still disturb her? * * *
OOH! Cliffhanger!! I'll post more this week, I promise.
This story can go in any direction I want it to. Suggestions will be appreciated! You R/R my work, I R/R yours, and we all end up better writers. Joy!
Thanks again to all my reviewers, you rock!
A huge, gargantuan thanks to every single one of my reviewers for the first part of the story. I love you all! It makes me want to write more! A big thanks to Snakecharmer for the wonderful ideas. Everyone go read her stories! They are the epitome of greatness!
And now, the long awaited second chapter.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story continues as Harry is in his sixth year, it has been eight years since Severus and Victoria have seen each other.
The Return
Severus Snape tapped his fingers impatiently on the polished desktop in front of him. He glanced at the grandfather clock that sat ticking peacefully in the corner. Seven o'clock p.m. He got up and paced the thick carpet of his quarters. Peering through the thick cobwebs on the window near his bed, he could see ominous storm clouds gathering in the distance. A low rumble echoed across the threatening sky. The grounds were black, and the old cobblestone road that ran near the school was deserted.
He sighed wearily. It was going to be a long night.
* * * Victoria Clausen sat in an old taxi as it puttered down the bumpy road. "Amazing," she thought to herself, "the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in the country and they can't conjure up a better road?"
Forked lightning stabbed the sky. She clutched her bag.
"This is insane," she muttered. Earlier that week she had gotten an urgent owl from Professor Dumbledore asking her to return to Hogwarts, as their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had again left them. Term started in three days.
She hadn't wanted to leave so suddenly. She owned a nice little cottage and had a job with the Ministry in the Dark Creature Control Department. But Dumbledore had pleaded and she broke down. How do you argue with the greatest wizard of all time?
It had been eight years. Eight long years since she had been to Hogwarts. And for eight years she had fought to block that night out of her head. The pictures still flashed through her mind. Why had she even gone to see him anyway? Was she that deluded to believe that he would ever love her? Truth be told, she hadn't needed the potion he gave her. She had cursed herself for an excuse to approach him. Those painful words "I can't, it would never work" still haunted her.
Before she had left she firmly convinced herself that Severus Snape was her colleague, and as a colleague she would treat him with respect. The little incident that had occurred was now a wisp of the past, and it was time to focus on the future.
But why did it still disturb her? * * *
OOH! Cliffhanger!! I'll post more this week, I promise.
This story can go in any direction I want it to. Suggestions will be appreciated! You R/R my work, I R/R yours, and we all end up better writers. Joy!
Thanks again to all my reviewers, you rock!