Snape's Lost And Found: Chappy Six
By Bashful C 12/12/02
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money off it. Only the original idea as well as the chara's you don't recognize contained within this work is the property of the author.
Timeline: *sighs* I really hate these. OK, its Fifth year. The end.
Universe: Slightly AU. Obviously.
Pairing(s): Snape/OC (Jadzia), Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Sirius/OC (Ella), and Remus/?
Summary: Years ago James had a sister..said sister got married (James was not a happy camper)..She was there the night You-Know-Who attacked James and Lily..She was never seen again..until now.
Archiving: Want, ask, take.
Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is Sassy_Sky_Angel@hotmail.com or leave a review.
Rating: PG-13 for murder, cursing, sarcasm, and sultry clothes. *grins evilly*
Dedicated to: Ibonekoen for being such a great author and pal! Luv ya gurly!
Author's note: OK. This is Chappy seven and I'm actually surprised how well this is doing. I'm hoping to archive this somewhere else other than ff.net. If you want it, ask and then take! The more exposure, the better. *grins* Thanks for all those who have reviewed already, you make my day! One thing, thoughts are in slashes ( / / ) and telepathy is in brackets ( { } ). Kay? Kay. Oh! Btw, my imagination ran away and went crazy. You'll see how it did in this chappy. I had to change some things so this is a redone chappy. In the forever words of Char-Chan, Peace and Monkey Grease! Bashful C
That night, Jadzia stood in her private chambers, looking at herself in a mirror. The room she stood in had a roaring fireplace in the corner and comfy looking bed overstuffed with pillows was in the center. The sheets and comforter (that had a huge silver dragon on its center) were Slytherin green while the rug was a shaggy forest green. The walls were pristine white but had a dozen or so green and silver banners hung up, effecting covering the white walls. A door silver door lead to what she knew was a large bathroom, including a Jacuzzi tub that looked like had never been used and a shower stall with a green tint. Through a green door on the opposite wall was a closet that had nothing but black, black, and more black! All in all, it most definitely fitted her husband's personality.
She smoothed down a wrinkle in her dress. No matter how old she got, no matter what she went through as a witch, she always felt more comfortable in muggle clothing. Tonight was no exception. Her blood red dress was in the tunic style, with a scooped back, side slits, and silver embroidery along the hem. The bottom came just an inch short of being considered slutty. Her long legs were surprisingly tanned and muscular, as was her arms. She had a pair of black leather thigh boots (lovingly called bitch boots). Half of her raven black hair, that she had magically trimmed, was in four dozen or so tight curls and pilled high on her head while the rest was softly curled down her back. She had put blood red streaks in her hair. She smirked. For someone who had lived as a hawk for the last fourteen years, she looked good.
"You know, for a woman who thought she was too scrawny for a welcome feast, you look stunning." A smooth and slightly amused voice said behind her. Smirking, she slowly turned around. Standing in the doorway, was Severus. He was dressed in a pair of black muggle pants, a silk pirate shirt in blood red, and nice dress shoes. She frowned. Over his outfit was a midnight black robe, completely throwing the outfit off. He rolled his eyes.
"Whether you like it or not, I am wearing my robes." He grimaced. "I still want to know how you convinced me this outfit would be appropriate for the feast." She grinned evilly.
"It matches my own outfit. Without the robes of course." His mouth twitched.
"Maybe you have forgotten, but in the Wizard world, robes are the main type of clothing." She gave him an amused smirk.
"Have you forgotten something Sevvie dear? I never follow the crowd! Not even in the wizard world. And I hate robes!" he chuckled. It sounded odd, like he hadn't laughed in a while. She raised her eyebrow. Glancing at the wizard clock, she saw the picture of Severus go to "You're going to be later for dinner!"
"We should get going. It wouldn't do for the guest of honor to be late for her own feast." Severus snorted. She smiled and walked out of the room. He grimaced. /That short dress is going to drive me insane tonight./
Standing outside the doors to the great hall, Severus and Jadzia could hear the students chattering stop as Albus began talking.
"It seems that one of our guests of honor and our illustrious potions professor has decided not to show-" Whatever else he might have said was cut off as Jadzia flung open the door and looping her arm through Severus', practically dragged her husband into the great hall. Glancing around, she could see Harry grinning and the little ferret's eyes narrowing dangerously. She smirked as she saw many of the older male students as well as some of the younger ones staring at her open-mouthed. /Yes, yes, yes, I look good. Now get you little virgin eyes off my ass./
She finally made it to the teachers table and smiled sweetly. Her husband sighed in annoyance from next to her. Albus smiled at the pair. He addressed the students and faculty.
"It seems I spoke to soon. Student's and professors, I would like to introduce and announce that Jadzia Potter-Snape, sister of James Potter, aunt to our very own Harry Potter, and of course, wife of our Potions professor, is alive and well." He had barely finished the interesting introduction before the entire Gryffindor table had begun yelling and cheering. A faint blush graced her cheeks. Albus smiled. The rest of the students started cheering, or in the case of the Slytherin's, was clapping politely.
"Thank you. Now before she takes her seat, I have a request I wish to make, one that Professor Snape is quiet aware of. Jadzia Snape, you are probably not aware, but Professor Snape is currently teaching two subjects, Potions and DADA. With your experience and expertise with the subject, I would like to extend the job of DADA professor to you."
The entire room went absolutely still. Jadzia stared up at her grandfather and swallowed. /He can't be serious! I don't know anything about teaching! Although it would be fun../ Her mind made up, she smiled brightly, glancing evilly at her husband, and spoke.
"I would love the position Albus. When do I start?" Again, the Gryffindor table started cheering. Albus smiled.
"You can start by taking your seat and joining us for dinner." He said an amused twinkle in his eyes. She smiled.
"Of course. Come along Dracula." She turned around and didn't see the look he threw at her for calling him "Dracula." It might be one of his old nicknames, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Plus, the students heard, he was sure of it. The 'Dream Team' was grinning evilly at him and Jadzia. Albus smile grew wider and once the Snape's had taken their seats, he turned to the students.
"Lets eat!" Before even one person had started to reach for some food, the doors flew open and five cloaked figures walked into the great hall. Albus, Jadzia, and Severus immediately stood up. The figure's kept walking until they were directly in front of the professor's table. The cloaks shadowed their faces, but Jadzia could see their eyes. Three pair's of gentle brown eyes, a pair of crystal blue eyes, and a pair of emerald green eyes stared back at her. She let out a soft gasp. She knew those eyes; all five of them. Her own eyes filled with tears and before anyone could do anything, she had leapt over the table and tackled the middle figure.
A small "oomph!" was heard from the dark eyed man (for it was definitely a man) as she punched him once in the stomach and then hugged the man tightly to her chest. A few minutes later, an amused and choking voice broke the silence that had settled onto the students and faculty.
"Um....sis..air..becoming..a problem." Sniffling, she loosened her grip on the man. Standing up she helped the mysterious figure to his feet. After hugging his four female companions, she looked at them. At an unspoken signal the five took off their hoods and every single student let out a gasp. She sniffled again.
"I take it the potion worked?" she asked. Five nearly identical grins answered her. After a moment of silence, James Potter smiled mischievously at his four minute younger sister.
"Yes, Jazzy, it did. And it's time the world knew we're alive." The figures were James, Lily, a set of identical twins; and one Roselyn Evans, Lily's younger sister.
Author Notes: Did I shock you? Did I shock you? You'll find out how they're alive ..And the who, why, what, where, and when about Roselyn Evans in the next chappy. I think. It might be the one after that. *LOL* Let me know what you thought! Always Me, BashfulC!
By Bashful C 12/12/02
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money off it. Only the original idea as well as the chara's you don't recognize contained within this work is the property of the author.
Timeline: *sighs* I really hate these. OK, its Fifth year. The end.
Universe: Slightly AU. Obviously.
Pairing(s): Snape/OC (Jadzia), Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Sirius/OC (Ella), and Remus/?
Summary: Years ago James had a sister..said sister got married (James was not a happy camper)..She was there the night You-Know-Who attacked James and Lily..She was never seen again..until now.
Archiving: Want, ask, take.
Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is Sassy_Sky_Angel@hotmail.com or leave a review.
Rating: PG-13 for murder, cursing, sarcasm, and sultry clothes. *grins evilly*
Dedicated to: Ibonekoen for being such a great author and pal! Luv ya gurly!
Author's note: OK. This is Chappy seven and I'm actually surprised how well this is doing. I'm hoping to archive this somewhere else other than ff.net. If you want it, ask and then take! The more exposure, the better. *grins* Thanks for all those who have reviewed already, you make my day! One thing, thoughts are in slashes ( / / ) and telepathy is in brackets ( { } ). Kay? Kay. Oh! Btw, my imagination ran away and went crazy. You'll see how it did in this chappy. I had to change some things so this is a redone chappy. In the forever words of Char-Chan, Peace and Monkey Grease! Bashful C
That night, Jadzia stood in her private chambers, looking at herself in a mirror. The room she stood in had a roaring fireplace in the corner and comfy looking bed overstuffed with pillows was in the center. The sheets and comforter (that had a huge silver dragon on its center) were Slytherin green while the rug was a shaggy forest green. The walls were pristine white but had a dozen or so green and silver banners hung up, effecting covering the white walls. A door silver door lead to what she knew was a large bathroom, including a Jacuzzi tub that looked like had never been used and a shower stall with a green tint. Through a green door on the opposite wall was a closet that had nothing but black, black, and more black! All in all, it most definitely fitted her husband's personality.
She smoothed down a wrinkle in her dress. No matter how old she got, no matter what she went through as a witch, she always felt more comfortable in muggle clothing. Tonight was no exception. Her blood red dress was in the tunic style, with a scooped back, side slits, and silver embroidery along the hem. The bottom came just an inch short of being considered slutty. Her long legs were surprisingly tanned and muscular, as was her arms. She had a pair of black leather thigh boots (lovingly called bitch boots). Half of her raven black hair, that she had magically trimmed, was in four dozen or so tight curls and pilled high on her head while the rest was softly curled down her back. She had put blood red streaks in her hair. She smirked. For someone who had lived as a hawk for the last fourteen years, she looked good.
"You know, for a woman who thought she was too scrawny for a welcome feast, you look stunning." A smooth and slightly amused voice said behind her. Smirking, she slowly turned around. Standing in the doorway, was Severus. He was dressed in a pair of black muggle pants, a silk pirate shirt in blood red, and nice dress shoes. She frowned. Over his outfit was a midnight black robe, completely throwing the outfit off. He rolled his eyes.
"Whether you like it or not, I am wearing my robes." He grimaced. "I still want to know how you convinced me this outfit would be appropriate for the feast." She grinned evilly.
"It matches my own outfit. Without the robes of course." His mouth twitched.
"Maybe you have forgotten, but in the Wizard world, robes are the main type of clothing." She gave him an amused smirk.
"Have you forgotten something Sevvie dear? I never follow the crowd! Not even in the wizard world. And I hate robes!" he chuckled. It sounded odd, like he hadn't laughed in a while. She raised her eyebrow. Glancing at the wizard clock, she saw the picture of Severus go to "You're going to be later for dinner!"
"We should get going. It wouldn't do for the guest of honor to be late for her own feast." Severus snorted. She smiled and walked out of the room. He grimaced. /That short dress is going to drive me insane tonight./
Standing outside the doors to the great hall, Severus and Jadzia could hear the students chattering stop as Albus began talking.
"It seems that one of our guests of honor and our illustrious potions professor has decided not to show-" Whatever else he might have said was cut off as Jadzia flung open the door and looping her arm through Severus', practically dragged her husband into the great hall. Glancing around, she could see Harry grinning and the little ferret's eyes narrowing dangerously. She smirked as she saw many of the older male students as well as some of the younger ones staring at her open-mouthed. /Yes, yes, yes, I look good. Now get you little virgin eyes off my ass./
She finally made it to the teachers table and smiled sweetly. Her husband sighed in annoyance from next to her. Albus smiled at the pair. He addressed the students and faculty.
"It seems I spoke to soon. Student's and professors, I would like to introduce and announce that Jadzia Potter-Snape, sister of James Potter, aunt to our very own Harry Potter, and of course, wife of our Potions professor, is alive and well." He had barely finished the interesting introduction before the entire Gryffindor table had begun yelling and cheering. A faint blush graced her cheeks. Albus smiled. The rest of the students started cheering, or in the case of the Slytherin's, was clapping politely.
"Thank you. Now before she takes her seat, I have a request I wish to make, one that Professor Snape is quiet aware of. Jadzia Snape, you are probably not aware, but Professor Snape is currently teaching two subjects, Potions and DADA. With your experience and expertise with the subject, I would like to extend the job of DADA professor to you."
The entire room went absolutely still. Jadzia stared up at her grandfather and swallowed. /He can't be serious! I don't know anything about teaching! Although it would be fun../ Her mind made up, she smiled brightly, glancing evilly at her husband, and spoke.
"I would love the position Albus. When do I start?" Again, the Gryffindor table started cheering. Albus smiled.
"You can start by taking your seat and joining us for dinner." He said an amused twinkle in his eyes. She smiled.
"Of course. Come along Dracula." She turned around and didn't see the look he threw at her for calling him "Dracula." It might be one of his old nicknames, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Plus, the students heard, he was sure of it. The 'Dream Team' was grinning evilly at him and Jadzia. Albus smile grew wider and once the Snape's had taken their seats, he turned to the students.
"Lets eat!" Before even one person had started to reach for some food, the doors flew open and five cloaked figures walked into the great hall. Albus, Jadzia, and Severus immediately stood up. The figure's kept walking until they were directly in front of the professor's table. The cloaks shadowed their faces, but Jadzia could see their eyes. Three pair's of gentle brown eyes, a pair of crystal blue eyes, and a pair of emerald green eyes stared back at her. She let out a soft gasp. She knew those eyes; all five of them. Her own eyes filled with tears and before anyone could do anything, she had leapt over the table and tackled the middle figure.
A small "oomph!" was heard from the dark eyed man (for it was definitely a man) as she punched him once in the stomach and then hugged the man tightly to her chest. A few minutes later, an amused and choking voice broke the silence that had settled onto the students and faculty.
"Um....sis..air..becoming..a problem." Sniffling, she loosened her grip on the man. Standing up she helped the mysterious figure to his feet. After hugging his four female companions, she looked at them. At an unspoken signal the five took off their hoods and every single student let out a gasp. She sniffled again.
"I take it the potion worked?" she asked. Five nearly identical grins answered her. After a moment of silence, James Potter smiled mischievously at his four minute younger sister.
"Yes, Jazzy, it did. And it's time the world knew we're alive." The figures were James, Lily, a set of identical twins; and one Roselyn Evans, Lily's younger sister.
Author Notes: Did I shock you? Did I shock you? You'll find out how they're alive ..And the who, why, what, where, and when about Roselyn Evans in the next chappy. I think. It might be the one after that. *LOL* Let me know what you thought! Always Me, BashfulC!