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: The first attack.
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A thud and a crash startled Severus out of his dream, sending him flying to his feet. The room was oddly dark, darker than he remembered it being. Reaching for his wand, he pointed it carefully in front of him. A shadowed figure was crumpled on the ground before him, struggling to get up.
"Cecila?" he called to it apprehensively as it clambered to it's feet. The low growl he got in response was his answer, and he opened his mouth to say the 'Solarium' spell in order to see what he was fighting.
"Heads up Professor," Cecila's voice sounded from behind him, and he started and whirled around. Severus ducked just in time to feel something whiz over his head. The creature's growl was cut short; it swayed and fell to the ground with a thud. "Candelaluxium," Cecila commanded, and the room filled with light as the torches burst back into flame.
Severus squinted slightly as the bombardment of light filled his vision, but nothing could block the sight of the fallen werewolf before him. Raising an eyebrow, he watched as Cecila calmly walked forwards and yanked the bloodied arrow from it's forehead.
"You know, you nearly sent that thing through my skull," Severus commented after swallowing deeply, and Cecila just shrugged.
"I told you 'heads up', didn't I?"
"As if I'm supposed to know what that muggle phrase means. You should be glad I didn't actually put my head up."
"Oh, shut up Severus," Cecila snapped, visibly in a very irritable mood. "Better an arrow through your head than a werewolf's teeth around your neck," she muttered as she cleaned the blood off of her arrow. "Those things sting," she sighed, glancing down at her forearm. Severus' eyes followed her gaze, and he looked just in time to see the wound finish closing itself up.
"How did you get that?" he asked, and Cecila snorted.
"I fell down the stairs," she deadpanned, and he looked up in surprise. "The damn thing bit me, what do you think happened?" she growled angrily, kicking the body of the monster. Severus suddenly strode over to her, grabbing her arm. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped, wrenching her arm out of his grasp.
"It bit you - that means - "
"It means nothing," Cecila cut him off. Severus fell silent and gazed out at her through dark eyes, and she looked away to ignore the worry she saw in them. "I'm immune to it," she muttered.
"You should have let me handle it."
"Oh yeah, you were doing a good job fighting for a life - sleeping like a baby, you were. Pathetic."
"Once I woke up - "
"You would've been dead long before you woke up," Cecila sighed. "Or, maybe just severely injured so that you would heal and become a werewolf. One of those two options," she said with a hint of amusement. Severus tilted his head slightly, his expression cold but quiet.
"Perhaps - you could explain this for me," Severus started slowly, taking on the tone he used in class. "Why was this creature coming to slaughter me?" he asked in an almost amused tone. "I don't suppose it's Reamus, is it?" he asked with a smirk. Cecila glared at him coldly, causing the smirk to fade.
"No, although I know you wish it was," she spat angrily. "The werewolf was sent to kill you by someone who wants you dead."
"Well, I thought that would have been obvious."
"Who can you think of that wants you dead?"
"I - I can think of a few, I'm not sure who sent this though."
"Really? I thought it would have been obvious," Cecila repeated, and he narrowed his eyes at her. Before he could respond, however, she had turned on her heel and was walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked her, and she glanced over her shoulder briefly.
"To get my stuff. I'm staying in here if you intend to sleep through every attack."
"There's going to be more?"
"Yeah, and look at me jumping for joy," she rolled her eyes as she disappeared into the hallway. Severus watched her disappear, knowing that she'd return in just a few moments. Collapsing into his seat, he sighed and rubbed his forehand with his fingers.
"I'm getting too old to do this," he muttered to himself, his gaze falling upon the werewolf on the floor before him. Strands of his dream pushed its way into his mind, and he closed his eyes to shove them away. "Abolescere," he said quietly, and a golden light flowed from his wand and encircled the monster; within moments, the body faded away.
"I see you've done the dirty work for me," Cecila said as she stormed back in the room, her belongings floating in the air behind her. Severus jumped as she slammed the door open and dropped her stuff to the ground with a loud thud.
"I would've thought doing the killing would be considered the dirty work," Severus replied flatly, and Cecila snorted without looking up. Conjuring up a nice sized cot in the corner of his living quarters, she shook her head.
"Hardly; I've done a lot of that in the past few years," she said, her voice growing softer. She paused in her work and glanced up momentarily, seeing Severus staring at the floor. "You okay?" she asked, and he looked up at her with a start.
"I'm fine," he replied shortly, and Cecila straightened up. Her keen gaze remained on his face, which was cold and silent. "What?" he snapped, and she tilted her head.
"You're not okay," she observed softly, and Severus scowled. Dropping his gaze again, he lapsed into silence. "It frightened you, didn't it," Cecila asked, but he didn't respond in any way. "You're not accustomed to fear - "
"I only fear one thing," Severus said angrily, and Cecila raised an eyebrow.
"Me?"
"You wish."
"Hey, I can be quite frightening," Cecila protested lightly, sitting down on her cot. Severus just shook his head, rubbing his forehead with one hand. After a pause, Cecila stood up slowly and strode over to him. "You know who sent that werewolf, don't you," she said quietly. When Severus didn't respond, she kneeled down in front of him. "Listen," she said. "Listen," she repeated louder when he didn't look up. When he glanced up and met her gaze, she sighed and continued. "We may not be on the best terms," she started, ignoring his snort, "but I'm not going to let him kill you," she said.
"That's easier said than done," Severus replied flatly, and Cecila frowned.
"You just have to have faith in me."
"Once again, easier said than done."
"When have I ever hurt you?" Cecila demanded, a twinge of sadness in her voice. Severus closed his eyes again, feeling himself slipping away from his cold façade.
"If you don't know then it's not worth bringing up," he snapped, drawing up the walls again. Cecila blinked in surprise, but stood up and walked back towards her cot.
"Good night, Severus," she said coldly, settling down under the covers. Severus watched her quietly for a few long moments, before letting out his breath in a frustrated sigh. Stalking over to a cabinet, he searched through a large collection of potions before pulling out a cold green bottle.
"Well if she can abuse my Forgetfulness potions, then I might as well indulge myself with a Remembrance potion," he muttered to himself. Something inside of him cried out, begging him not to use it, but he knew he would be better off if he remembered everything. "Show me Cecila," he whispered, staring at the amber liquid. Pausing only briefly, he uncorked the bottle and took a swig.
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: The first attack.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
A thud and a crash startled Severus out of his dream, sending him flying to his feet. The room was oddly dark, darker than he remembered it being. Reaching for his wand, he pointed it carefully in front of him. A shadowed figure was crumpled on the ground before him, struggling to get up.
"Cecila?" he called to it apprehensively as it clambered to it's feet. The low growl he got in response was his answer, and he opened his mouth to say the 'Solarium' spell in order to see what he was fighting.
"Heads up Professor," Cecila's voice sounded from behind him, and he started and whirled around. Severus ducked just in time to feel something whiz over his head. The creature's growl was cut short; it swayed and fell to the ground with a thud. "Candelaluxium," Cecila commanded, and the room filled with light as the torches burst back into flame.
Severus squinted slightly as the bombardment of light filled his vision, but nothing could block the sight of the fallen werewolf before him. Raising an eyebrow, he watched as Cecila calmly walked forwards and yanked the bloodied arrow from it's forehead.
"You know, you nearly sent that thing through my skull," Severus commented after swallowing deeply, and Cecila just shrugged.
"I told you 'heads up', didn't I?"
"As if I'm supposed to know what that muggle phrase means. You should be glad I didn't actually put my head up."
"Oh, shut up Severus," Cecila snapped, visibly in a very irritable mood. "Better an arrow through your head than a werewolf's teeth around your neck," she muttered as she cleaned the blood off of her arrow. "Those things sting," she sighed, glancing down at her forearm. Severus' eyes followed her gaze, and he looked just in time to see the wound finish closing itself up.
"How did you get that?" he asked, and Cecila snorted.
"I fell down the stairs," she deadpanned, and he looked up in surprise. "The damn thing bit me, what do you think happened?" she growled angrily, kicking the body of the monster. Severus suddenly strode over to her, grabbing her arm. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped, wrenching her arm out of his grasp.
"It bit you - that means - "
"It means nothing," Cecila cut him off. Severus fell silent and gazed out at her through dark eyes, and she looked away to ignore the worry she saw in them. "I'm immune to it," she muttered.
"You should have let me handle it."
"Oh yeah, you were doing a good job fighting for a life - sleeping like a baby, you were. Pathetic."
"Once I woke up - "
"You would've been dead long before you woke up," Cecila sighed. "Or, maybe just severely injured so that you would heal and become a werewolf. One of those two options," she said with a hint of amusement. Severus tilted his head slightly, his expression cold but quiet.
"Perhaps - you could explain this for me," Severus started slowly, taking on the tone he used in class. "Why was this creature coming to slaughter me?" he asked in an almost amused tone. "I don't suppose it's Reamus, is it?" he asked with a smirk. Cecila glared at him coldly, causing the smirk to fade.
"No, although I know you wish it was," she spat angrily. "The werewolf was sent to kill you by someone who wants you dead."
"Well, I thought that would have been obvious."
"Who can you think of that wants you dead?"
"I - I can think of a few, I'm not sure who sent this though."
"Really? I thought it would have been obvious," Cecila repeated, and he narrowed his eyes at her. Before he could respond, however, she had turned on her heel and was walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked her, and she glanced over her shoulder briefly.
"To get my stuff. I'm staying in here if you intend to sleep through every attack."
"There's going to be more?"
"Yeah, and look at me jumping for joy," she rolled her eyes as she disappeared into the hallway. Severus watched her disappear, knowing that she'd return in just a few moments. Collapsing into his seat, he sighed and rubbed his forehand with his fingers.
"I'm getting too old to do this," he muttered to himself, his gaze falling upon the werewolf on the floor before him. Strands of his dream pushed its way into his mind, and he closed his eyes to shove them away. "Abolescere," he said quietly, and a golden light flowed from his wand and encircled the monster; within moments, the body faded away.
"I see you've done the dirty work for me," Cecila said as she stormed back in the room, her belongings floating in the air behind her. Severus jumped as she slammed the door open and dropped her stuff to the ground with a loud thud.
"I would've thought doing the killing would be considered the dirty work," Severus replied flatly, and Cecila snorted without looking up. Conjuring up a nice sized cot in the corner of his living quarters, she shook her head.
"Hardly; I've done a lot of that in the past few years," she said, her voice growing softer. She paused in her work and glanced up momentarily, seeing Severus staring at the floor. "You okay?" she asked, and he looked up at her with a start.
"I'm fine," he replied shortly, and Cecila straightened up. Her keen gaze remained on his face, which was cold and silent. "What?" he snapped, and she tilted her head.
"You're not okay," she observed softly, and Severus scowled. Dropping his gaze again, he lapsed into silence. "It frightened you, didn't it," Cecila asked, but he didn't respond in any way. "You're not accustomed to fear - "
"I only fear one thing," Severus said angrily, and Cecila raised an eyebrow.
"Me?"
"You wish."
"Hey, I can be quite frightening," Cecila protested lightly, sitting down on her cot. Severus just shook his head, rubbing his forehead with one hand. After a pause, Cecila stood up slowly and strode over to him. "You know who sent that werewolf, don't you," she said quietly. When Severus didn't respond, she kneeled down in front of him. "Listen," she said. "Listen," she repeated louder when he didn't look up. When he glanced up and met her gaze, she sighed and continued. "We may not be on the best terms," she started, ignoring his snort, "but I'm not going to let him kill you," she said.
"That's easier said than done," Severus replied flatly, and Cecila frowned.
"You just have to have faith in me."
"Once again, easier said than done."
"When have I ever hurt you?" Cecila demanded, a twinge of sadness in her voice. Severus closed his eyes again, feeling himself slipping away from his cold façade.
"If you don't know then it's not worth bringing up," he snapped, drawing up the walls again. Cecila blinked in surprise, but stood up and walked back towards her cot.
"Good night, Severus," she said coldly, settling down under the covers. Severus watched her quietly for a few long moments, before letting out his breath in a frustrated sigh. Stalking over to a cabinet, he searched through a large collection of potions before pulling out a cold green bottle.
"Well if she can abuse my Forgetfulness potions, then I might as well indulge myself with a Remembrance potion," he muttered to himself. Something inside of him cried out, begging him not to use it, but he knew he would be better off if he remembered everything. "Show me Cecila," he whispered, staring at the amber liquid. Pausing only briefly, he uncorked the bottle and took a swig.