Title: Forbidden to Feel
Author: Sterlin
Archive: Please do ^_^ Just let me know where so I can check it out, if I haven't already
Rating: PG-13 for language and situations
Spoilers: None as far as I know
Disclaimers: I don't own Severus Snape or Albus Dumbledore, or any other Harry Potter characters or locations. I do however own Cecila - feel free to use her in any fanfictions, just ask my permission first and leave her in character.
Warnings: This story has some adult-ish situations and language. Also, be forewarned - if you review, and flame me without criticizing me (i.e. saying WHY you don't like the story), I will hunt you down and tear your stories to pieces. Just a pleasant warning ^_^
Summary: Cecila wakes up Severus, pisses him off again, and tells him why she's here.
"Severus, Severus," a familiar condescending voice pulled him out of his dream, and Severus slowly opened his eyes. Seated at the end of his bed was Cecila, her red hair pulled up into a tight bun.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, sitting up quickly. Cecila just smiled at him crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. "How did you get in here?" he continued, and Cecila snorted.
"You leave your window open dumbass, although I would've gotten in even if you weren't so stupid," she retorted, and Severus' eyes widened in shock.
"Shouldn't you be calling me Professor?" he asked coldly, climbing out of bed and walking away from her.
"I stopped calling you Professor years ago, a long time before I left Hogwarts for good," she hissed.
"Interesting job leaving for good," Severus commented dryly, and Cecila narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing here again anyway?" he asked again, and Cecila smiled her sarcastic smile.
"Do you mean at Hogwarts or in your bedroom?"
"Both."
"I'm at Hogwarts because my job has taken me here again, and I guess you could say I'm in your bedroom for the same reason."
"You must have one interesting job."
"Only when it brings me to men's bedrooms," Cecila quipped, hopping off of the bed. Severus took a step backwards instinctively, and Cecila raised her eyebrows. "You aren't afraid of me, are you Serevus?" she asked teasingly, and Severus frowned deeply.
"I'm about as afraid of you as I am of one of the first year students," he replied angrily.
"Well those can be rather traumatizing if you ask me."
"Did I ask you?" Severus countered darkly. Throwing his hands up in the air suddenly, he sent a smoldering glare towards Cecila. "WHY are you in my room?" he demanded, tired of arguing with her. "Why did you wake me up, why are you here - and why am I standing here in my nightclothes?" he muttered in defeat, hurrying to get changed. He heard Cecila start to follow him, and he turned around with a growl. "Go away," he demanded, and Cecila's eyes flashed.
"If only I could," she hissed, taking five large steps backwards. "But you'll be glad I'm here - oh, you'll be very glad," she said with a shaky laugh.
"Are you trying to intimidate me, Cecila Thornbade?" Severus demanded, his voice growing louder and dropping an octave lower. Cecila stood still, suddenly quiet with a vacant expression.
"I could never do that, Professor, could I," she replied, pain evident in her voice. Severus glared at her cautiously, but she turned and fled the room before he could say another word.
Blinking, Severus ran a hand through his long hair. "Now what was that all about?" he mused to himself, slipping into his robes. Thoughts of Cecila running through his head, he headed towards his classroom.
"Serevus," Dumbledore called from down the hall, and without turning around Severus stopped walking. "I've been looking for you," the wizard said as he came up besides Severus, and the potion master turned to look at him. "I see Cecila paid you a little visit this morning," Dumbledore continued when Severus remained silent. "I think you should be nicer towards her," Dumbledore suggested, and Severus raised an eyebrow.
"And why should I be nicer to somebody who invaded my room and woke me up?" Severus asked with hidden anger.
"I don't think she had any intentions of waking you up, that was an accident," Dumbledore started slowly. "She was inspecting your bedroom."
"For?"
"Any signs of danger."
"If there were any signs of danger, I'm sure I'd see them. And, why is she doing that to begin with?" Severus asked, and Dumbledore fell silent for a moment.
"That, I think, she should reveal to you - not I," Dumbledore said at last. Severus looked at him silently, and Dumbledore put a hand on his elbow. "I will leave your past business with her out of my mind," he assured him quietly, and Severus' eyes narrowed slightly.
"What business?" he asked coolly, and Dumbledore just shook his head.
"I see you have put it out of your mind also. Very well," he said, and Severus turned away. "I'll see you later, Severus," Dumbledore said, walking away from him. Clenching his hands in frustration, Severus hurried into his classroom and slammed the door. The students jumped at the sound, some of them cowering in their seats - Severus in a fouler mood than usual was not a force to mess with.
"Good morning," Severus started through clenched teeth. "Today -" he stopped suddenly as he spotted Cecila sitting in the back of the classroom. She gazed at him evenly, somehow dressed in students clothing. Trying to ignore her presence, Severus continued with his lecture under the gaze of the bewildered students.
As soon as the class was over, the children hurried out of the classroom as if it was on fire. Severus sat behind his desk, his eyes following Cecila as she went to leave with the students. With a flick of his wand she stopped, frozen in place, and he lowered his hand. "Now where would you be going?" he asked her slowly, standing up. Able to move again, Cecila brushed herself off and turned to face him.
"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep," she said casually, turning to head towards the doors again. Severus raised his wand, and a chair skittered across the floor into her path. Catching her foot, the chair sent her tumbling harshly to the ground. Kneeling down, Severus bent over her with an angry glare.
"I don't think so," he murmured, and Cecila managed to maintain her stoic expression.
"Who would've guessed, Severus Snape likes to be on top," she said flatly, a slight sneer crossing her face. His face contorting in rage, Severus raised his hand to hit her. "Don't - strike me," Cecila warned, catching his hand with her surprisingly strong fingers. "Stand up," she commanded, and Severus found himself standing against his own will. Once he was off of her, she climbed to her feet and stepped away from him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her furiously, and she raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well seems to be the question of the day now, doesn't it?" she asked, pulling her wand out of a hidden pocket of her robes. "Do you really want to know?" she asked with a smirk, taunting him.
"I suppose my constant questioning hasn't proved that already; perhaps you really are as slow as you were when you were a student," Severus said calmly.
"I always thought I was your brightest student. And I was always more than a student, wasn't I?" Cecila countered in a dark voice, and Severus fell silent. "Now I'm more than just a student again."
"What do you mean?"
"You're a blind fool, do you know that?"
"No, I wasn't aware."
"That's because you're a blind fool."
"That's getting old now," Severus whispered harshly. Cecila tilted her head slightly, and bending down she picked up the chair by its leg. Without a word, she flung it towards his head. Eyes widened, Severus raised his wand to smash it when it suddenly stopped a few feet from his head.
"Lookie what I can do," Cecila said without emotion, her hand outstretched before her. With a flick of her wrist, the chair tumbled to the ground and splintered.
"How - how are you able to do that? You were nowhere near that level when you graduated," Severus managed to hide the shaking in his voice, and Cecila sighed.
"You never did have much faith in me, did you?" she said, and Severus didn't reply. Stepping closer to him, Cecila tilted her head upwards to look the older man in the eye. "There's a lot more to me than just a pretty face, you know," she crooned, nearly taunting him. Taken aback, Severus leaned away from her with an odd expression in his eyes. "But I guess you always just liked the pretty face," Cecila hissed, her expression turning bitter. "Your life is in my hands now."
"What do you mean?" Severus stammered slightly, standing up straight again.
"You're my charge."
"What?"
"I'm a protectress, Severus, and you have been placed under my care."
"A protectress?"
"Somebody didn't pay attention in school, did they? Well, since it doesn't pertain to the Dark Arts, I can see why you don't know about us," Cecila said. Stepping backwards, she looked out of the window. "I wouldn't have come back here by choice; and yes, it was just by coincidence that you are my charge, Professor, for I certainly did not ask for you," Cecila stressed the word Professor. "If I was not bound to this job, I would not protect you if my life depended on it," she spat, turning to walk out of the room.
"Wait," Severus commanded, but Cecila did not stop. "Wait," he repeated, stronger this time. She stopped walking but would not turn around, feeling her throat tighten at his voice. "Cecila," he said, and she gritted her teeth together. "What happened between- " he started, but the expression on her face as she whirled around cut him short.
"Nothing happened, Professor. Nothing worth remembering anyway," she muttered, turning and exiting the classroom before he could stop her.
Author: Sterlin
Archive: Please do ^_^ Just let me know where so I can check it out, if I haven't already
Rating: PG-13 for language and situations
Spoilers: None as far as I know
Disclaimers: I don't own Severus Snape or Albus Dumbledore, or any other Harry Potter characters or locations. I do however own Cecila - feel free to use her in any fanfictions, just ask my permission first and leave her in character.
Warnings: This story has some adult-ish situations and language. Also, be forewarned - if you review, and flame me without criticizing me (i.e. saying WHY you don't like the story), I will hunt you down and tear your stories to pieces. Just a pleasant warning ^_^
Summary: Cecila wakes up Severus, pisses him off again, and tells him why she's here.
"Severus, Severus," a familiar condescending voice pulled him out of his dream, and Severus slowly opened his eyes. Seated at the end of his bed was Cecila, her red hair pulled up into a tight bun.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, sitting up quickly. Cecila just smiled at him crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. "How did you get in here?" he continued, and Cecila snorted.
"You leave your window open dumbass, although I would've gotten in even if you weren't so stupid," she retorted, and Severus' eyes widened in shock.
"Shouldn't you be calling me Professor?" he asked coldly, climbing out of bed and walking away from her.
"I stopped calling you Professor years ago, a long time before I left Hogwarts for good," she hissed.
"Interesting job leaving for good," Severus commented dryly, and Cecila narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing here again anyway?" he asked again, and Cecila smiled her sarcastic smile.
"Do you mean at Hogwarts or in your bedroom?"
"Both."
"I'm at Hogwarts because my job has taken me here again, and I guess you could say I'm in your bedroom for the same reason."
"You must have one interesting job."
"Only when it brings me to men's bedrooms," Cecila quipped, hopping off of the bed. Severus took a step backwards instinctively, and Cecila raised her eyebrows. "You aren't afraid of me, are you Serevus?" she asked teasingly, and Severus frowned deeply.
"I'm about as afraid of you as I am of one of the first year students," he replied angrily.
"Well those can be rather traumatizing if you ask me."
"Did I ask you?" Severus countered darkly. Throwing his hands up in the air suddenly, he sent a smoldering glare towards Cecila. "WHY are you in my room?" he demanded, tired of arguing with her. "Why did you wake me up, why are you here - and why am I standing here in my nightclothes?" he muttered in defeat, hurrying to get changed. He heard Cecila start to follow him, and he turned around with a growl. "Go away," he demanded, and Cecila's eyes flashed.
"If only I could," she hissed, taking five large steps backwards. "But you'll be glad I'm here - oh, you'll be very glad," she said with a shaky laugh.
"Are you trying to intimidate me, Cecila Thornbade?" Severus demanded, his voice growing louder and dropping an octave lower. Cecila stood still, suddenly quiet with a vacant expression.
"I could never do that, Professor, could I," she replied, pain evident in her voice. Severus glared at her cautiously, but she turned and fled the room before he could say another word.
Blinking, Severus ran a hand through his long hair. "Now what was that all about?" he mused to himself, slipping into his robes. Thoughts of Cecila running through his head, he headed towards his classroom.
"Serevus," Dumbledore called from down the hall, and without turning around Severus stopped walking. "I've been looking for you," the wizard said as he came up besides Severus, and the potion master turned to look at him. "I see Cecila paid you a little visit this morning," Dumbledore continued when Severus remained silent. "I think you should be nicer towards her," Dumbledore suggested, and Severus raised an eyebrow.
"And why should I be nicer to somebody who invaded my room and woke me up?" Severus asked with hidden anger.
"I don't think she had any intentions of waking you up, that was an accident," Dumbledore started slowly. "She was inspecting your bedroom."
"For?"
"Any signs of danger."
"If there were any signs of danger, I'm sure I'd see them. And, why is she doing that to begin with?" Severus asked, and Dumbledore fell silent for a moment.
"That, I think, she should reveal to you - not I," Dumbledore said at last. Severus looked at him silently, and Dumbledore put a hand on his elbow. "I will leave your past business with her out of my mind," he assured him quietly, and Severus' eyes narrowed slightly.
"What business?" he asked coolly, and Dumbledore just shook his head.
"I see you have put it out of your mind also. Very well," he said, and Severus turned away. "I'll see you later, Severus," Dumbledore said, walking away from him. Clenching his hands in frustration, Severus hurried into his classroom and slammed the door. The students jumped at the sound, some of them cowering in their seats - Severus in a fouler mood than usual was not a force to mess with.
"Good morning," Severus started through clenched teeth. "Today -" he stopped suddenly as he spotted Cecila sitting in the back of the classroom. She gazed at him evenly, somehow dressed in students clothing. Trying to ignore her presence, Severus continued with his lecture under the gaze of the bewildered students.
As soon as the class was over, the children hurried out of the classroom as if it was on fire. Severus sat behind his desk, his eyes following Cecila as she went to leave with the students. With a flick of his wand she stopped, frozen in place, and he lowered his hand. "Now where would you be going?" he asked her slowly, standing up. Able to move again, Cecila brushed herself off and turned to face him.
"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep," she said casually, turning to head towards the doors again. Severus raised his wand, and a chair skittered across the floor into her path. Catching her foot, the chair sent her tumbling harshly to the ground. Kneeling down, Severus bent over her with an angry glare.
"I don't think so," he murmured, and Cecila managed to maintain her stoic expression.
"Who would've guessed, Severus Snape likes to be on top," she said flatly, a slight sneer crossing her face. His face contorting in rage, Severus raised his hand to hit her. "Don't - strike me," Cecila warned, catching his hand with her surprisingly strong fingers. "Stand up," she commanded, and Severus found himself standing against his own will. Once he was off of her, she climbed to her feet and stepped away from him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her furiously, and she raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well seems to be the question of the day now, doesn't it?" she asked, pulling her wand out of a hidden pocket of her robes. "Do you really want to know?" she asked with a smirk, taunting him.
"I suppose my constant questioning hasn't proved that already; perhaps you really are as slow as you were when you were a student," Severus said calmly.
"I always thought I was your brightest student. And I was always more than a student, wasn't I?" Cecila countered in a dark voice, and Severus fell silent. "Now I'm more than just a student again."
"What do you mean?"
"You're a blind fool, do you know that?"
"No, I wasn't aware."
"That's because you're a blind fool."
"That's getting old now," Severus whispered harshly. Cecila tilted her head slightly, and bending down she picked up the chair by its leg. Without a word, she flung it towards his head. Eyes widened, Severus raised his wand to smash it when it suddenly stopped a few feet from his head.
"Lookie what I can do," Cecila said without emotion, her hand outstretched before her. With a flick of her wrist, the chair tumbled to the ground and splintered.
"How - how are you able to do that? You were nowhere near that level when you graduated," Severus managed to hide the shaking in his voice, and Cecila sighed.
"You never did have much faith in me, did you?" she said, and Severus didn't reply. Stepping closer to him, Cecila tilted her head upwards to look the older man in the eye. "There's a lot more to me than just a pretty face, you know," she crooned, nearly taunting him. Taken aback, Severus leaned away from her with an odd expression in his eyes. "But I guess you always just liked the pretty face," Cecila hissed, her expression turning bitter. "Your life is in my hands now."
"What do you mean?" Severus stammered slightly, standing up straight again.
"You're my charge."
"What?"
"I'm a protectress, Severus, and you have been placed under my care."
"A protectress?"
"Somebody didn't pay attention in school, did they? Well, since it doesn't pertain to the Dark Arts, I can see why you don't know about us," Cecila said. Stepping backwards, she looked out of the window. "I wouldn't have come back here by choice; and yes, it was just by coincidence that you are my charge, Professor, for I certainly did not ask for you," Cecila stressed the word Professor. "If I was not bound to this job, I would not protect you if my life depended on it," she spat, turning to walk out of the room.
"Wait," Severus commanded, but Cecila did not stop. "Wait," he repeated, stronger this time. She stopped walking but would not turn around, feeling her throat tighten at his voice. "Cecila," he said, and she gritted her teeth together. "What happened between- " he started, but the expression on her face as she whirled around cut him short.
"Nothing happened, Professor. Nothing worth remembering anyway," she muttered, turning and exiting the classroom before he could stop her.