Disclaimer: This is what happens when you write a fan fiction you have to
give alms and praise to the writer of the original story every single
chapter and tell everyone how your characters are. And basically say that
if you screw with my characters or plot with out my permission I am going
to beat you with my mettle bat. But I don't wanna do that so just read and
I'll leave out the part that say J.K. owns the baseline story and her
original characters.
This chapter is rated are for sexual situations. It is not full out SEX, but if you don't like the thought of Snape in that kind of situation skip this chapter. Though it does have some vital information.
Snape ran his light cape flipping dramatically in the air that was swept up behind him. He grimaced as he ran, for his body was not utilization to such exertion. He finally burst out of the main entrance door, they squealing in anger as he passed hurriedly, and streaked out to the heavy foot high snow against the bitter coolness of the wind. His heart beat as he saw her form in the distance and he added a bit of strength to his pace.
Finally he screeched to a halt next to her body, the wind whipping about them freezing his joints, and chilling his breath. She looked at him eyes glimmering a black lightning streak flashing as the thunder above roared. That was it, that it what was different. Her yellow eyes had never had such a streak of black in them before, and the shape was remarkable. It added to her beauty and gave an extra sense of gravity to the way she looked.
He frowned a bit as she shivered and faced the wind full on. Before he could reach out to her she began to speak. "It was a winter like this, the third day before Christmas, when I was born. My mother died that day, and so did my fathers heart. Thomas was old enough to know that he would go mad soon. And he didn't know what to do with his baby sister when father would act up. So he took me a year later the tenth day before Christmas to my grandparents.
I didn't see him until I was five. The seventh day before my birthday I met my father, and the day of my birthday the effects of the curse took place. Three years later Christmas day is when I first died. My brother was angry when I wouldn't come with him to see father, he grabbed me by the throat and only let go when my aorta broke and started to gush blood over his hand. I broke all the windows in my grandparent's house and Thomas went deft for a week strait." She coughed and thin mists of steam rose from her lips.
"When I was eleven my father broke into my grandparents house and strangled me to death he suffered a heart attack and died himself. I broke all the windows again. After that it took me till I was nineteen and living on my own to have something again. Three days after Christmas I was raped. I died once again and the man went permanently blind. He is now in a wizarding prison though he was just a muggle. I don't like Christmas time very much. I love the holiday and the snow, but I hate Christmas."
She looked down eyelashes sprinkled with snow. She sighed and reached out with her bare hand to stroke his cold face. No bruising, no pain, no bitten back scream. He took her hand and looked at it wide eyed and amazed. Nothing happened her cold flesh bent and moved softly under his own equally cold fingers. He looked at her his mouth slightly open and his eyes searching her face.
"It's the cold. Whoever placed this curse on me had one glitch to their masterpiece. It doesn't work in snow."
He looked down his eyes wide and searching. He smiled a frozen smile and placed her cold lips upon his own. Their breath mingled their hearts raced as one. Soon both were coldly stroking ones another's back. Severus' tongue widely played with her own probing and moving soundlessly. She gasped a little as his fingers found the cold flesh of her hipbone. There he lightly placed his hand and massaged the numb flesh for a moment as she raised her hips wordlessly telling him to move lower.
He grinned, an almost fiendish grin as his fingers glided across her soft curls. Her heart beat in her throat and he could feel it against his own. When he finally reached her clitoris she moaned slightly and raised her hips to to meet the movements he was now enacting. Before long he felt that warm spot in her womb spread and fill her body, her heart beat truly for the first time in years and a sharp scream filled the air.
They both screamed her from the feeling that traveled from the middle of her body up her spine and into her head and he from the power of her true spirit. Soon it was over and Vauns and Snape lay there hands either buried in the snow or entwined eternally together. She breathed ragged cold breath and felt her body begin to warm, but it was not a true warmth it was the frozen warmth you got when you stayed to long in snow when your body was telling you it was fighting to stay alive, and Snape knew that he had to get her out of the snow.
He quickly tore off his cloak and wrapped her tightly in it. Then took her cloak and wrapped her in its layers before heading out. He carried her limping body in both arms, back to the castle as quickly as possible. Every once and a while he gave her a suckling kiss on the side of her neck to keep her moaning slightly, to keep her awake. Finally they reached the castle and were in his office. Dumbledore somehow knowing came a few seconds afterwards and instructed Snape on what to do.
"Do no warm her too quickly, she will go into shock. Go get Poppy and tell her to bring some warm water bottles, and some dry heavy blankets."
Snape looked down upon her squirming figure not wanting to leave her side.
"I will watch after her, she will be fine under my watch. I promise you." He placed his hand lightly on Snape's shoulder and looked at him with strait solemn eyes. Snape looked back eyes wild, long hair sticking to the sides of his face, a small opening in his mouth. He closed his lips and nodded, then took another long look at her before leaving quite rapidly.
Dumbledore watched him go then turned to Chastity who was now becoming more concise of her surroundings and of Dumbledore. She smiled weakly and turned her head to the fire her eyes fresh and powerful. She felt her spirit shrink father and father into her womb as the heat enveloped her body and filled her heart with the cold pulse again.
"This was an interesting experiment of yours." Dumbledore said quietly as he poked the fire and looked deeply into its depths. "I now realize that you are not just a cold pulse but your spirit still dwells within you. I saw it in your eyes. They started to change color you know. That is your true spirit. It is going to take a lot more than a little chill make your spirit take control and get rid of the curse you know."
He sighed and watched as Snape burst through the room helping Poppy to carry a few jars for frostbite and some warm steaming water bottles. Once she was fully warmed and cured of any frostbite Dumbledore and Poppy left the two alone. Snape sat with her legs draped across his lap, and fell asleep stroking her leg through the thick blankets. It took her some time before she went to sleep though. She kept stroking her stomach the exact place where Snape had laid his head every night since the first time. Her thoughts were wild and untamed but she could not keep her eyes open and eventually her eyes closed.
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Deep in his tower Thomas saw the flash of life that flared before his crystal but saw little else. So she has found the only weakness to the curse. He though to himself. Father never did like the snow. He hated the cold, and now his lack of thought has given her and advantage. She knows where her spirit is and that it can take her body back over. But one thing she will never find is a cure. He smiled and lay back in his chair watching the globe and the sleeping figure of the gardening girl who lay on his bed asleep. He had been more wanton than he had thought.
And now his thoughts turned to the dearest woman he had ever wanted. And her thoughts strayed far from him and onto the much more delicate subject of what was going to happen between Snape and her.
This chapter is rated are for sexual situations. It is not full out SEX, but if you don't like the thought of Snape in that kind of situation skip this chapter. Though it does have some vital information.
Snape ran his light cape flipping dramatically in the air that was swept up behind him. He grimaced as he ran, for his body was not utilization to such exertion. He finally burst out of the main entrance door, they squealing in anger as he passed hurriedly, and streaked out to the heavy foot high snow against the bitter coolness of the wind. His heart beat as he saw her form in the distance and he added a bit of strength to his pace.
Finally he screeched to a halt next to her body, the wind whipping about them freezing his joints, and chilling his breath. She looked at him eyes glimmering a black lightning streak flashing as the thunder above roared. That was it, that it what was different. Her yellow eyes had never had such a streak of black in them before, and the shape was remarkable. It added to her beauty and gave an extra sense of gravity to the way she looked.
He frowned a bit as she shivered and faced the wind full on. Before he could reach out to her she began to speak. "It was a winter like this, the third day before Christmas, when I was born. My mother died that day, and so did my fathers heart. Thomas was old enough to know that he would go mad soon. And he didn't know what to do with his baby sister when father would act up. So he took me a year later the tenth day before Christmas to my grandparents.
I didn't see him until I was five. The seventh day before my birthday I met my father, and the day of my birthday the effects of the curse took place. Three years later Christmas day is when I first died. My brother was angry when I wouldn't come with him to see father, he grabbed me by the throat and only let go when my aorta broke and started to gush blood over his hand. I broke all the windows in my grandparent's house and Thomas went deft for a week strait." She coughed and thin mists of steam rose from her lips.
"When I was eleven my father broke into my grandparents house and strangled me to death he suffered a heart attack and died himself. I broke all the windows again. After that it took me till I was nineteen and living on my own to have something again. Three days after Christmas I was raped. I died once again and the man went permanently blind. He is now in a wizarding prison though he was just a muggle. I don't like Christmas time very much. I love the holiday and the snow, but I hate Christmas."
She looked down eyelashes sprinkled with snow. She sighed and reached out with her bare hand to stroke his cold face. No bruising, no pain, no bitten back scream. He took her hand and looked at it wide eyed and amazed. Nothing happened her cold flesh bent and moved softly under his own equally cold fingers. He looked at her his mouth slightly open and his eyes searching her face.
"It's the cold. Whoever placed this curse on me had one glitch to their masterpiece. It doesn't work in snow."
He looked down his eyes wide and searching. He smiled a frozen smile and placed her cold lips upon his own. Their breath mingled their hearts raced as one. Soon both were coldly stroking ones another's back. Severus' tongue widely played with her own probing and moving soundlessly. She gasped a little as his fingers found the cold flesh of her hipbone. There he lightly placed his hand and massaged the numb flesh for a moment as she raised her hips wordlessly telling him to move lower.
He grinned, an almost fiendish grin as his fingers glided across her soft curls. Her heart beat in her throat and he could feel it against his own. When he finally reached her clitoris she moaned slightly and raised her hips to to meet the movements he was now enacting. Before long he felt that warm spot in her womb spread and fill her body, her heart beat truly for the first time in years and a sharp scream filled the air.
They both screamed her from the feeling that traveled from the middle of her body up her spine and into her head and he from the power of her true spirit. Soon it was over and Vauns and Snape lay there hands either buried in the snow or entwined eternally together. She breathed ragged cold breath and felt her body begin to warm, but it was not a true warmth it was the frozen warmth you got when you stayed to long in snow when your body was telling you it was fighting to stay alive, and Snape knew that he had to get her out of the snow.
He quickly tore off his cloak and wrapped her tightly in it. Then took her cloak and wrapped her in its layers before heading out. He carried her limping body in both arms, back to the castle as quickly as possible. Every once and a while he gave her a suckling kiss on the side of her neck to keep her moaning slightly, to keep her awake. Finally they reached the castle and were in his office. Dumbledore somehow knowing came a few seconds afterwards and instructed Snape on what to do.
"Do no warm her too quickly, she will go into shock. Go get Poppy and tell her to bring some warm water bottles, and some dry heavy blankets."
Snape looked down upon her squirming figure not wanting to leave her side.
"I will watch after her, she will be fine under my watch. I promise you." He placed his hand lightly on Snape's shoulder and looked at him with strait solemn eyes. Snape looked back eyes wild, long hair sticking to the sides of his face, a small opening in his mouth. He closed his lips and nodded, then took another long look at her before leaving quite rapidly.
Dumbledore watched him go then turned to Chastity who was now becoming more concise of her surroundings and of Dumbledore. She smiled weakly and turned her head to the fire her eyes fresh and powerful. She felt her spirit shrink father and father into her womb as the heat enveloped her body and filled her heart with the cold pulse again.
"This was an interesting experiment of yours." Dumbledore said quietly as he poked the fire and looked deeply into its depths. "I now realize that you are not just a cold pulse but your spirit still dwells within you. I saw it in your eyes. They started to change color you know. That is your true spirit. It is going to take a lot more than a little chill make your spirit take control and get rid of the curse you know."
He sighed and watched as Snape burst through the room helping Poppy to carry a few jars for frostbite and some warm steaming water bottles. Once she was fully warmed and cured of any frostbite Dumbledore and Poppy left the two alone. Snape sat with her legs draped across his lap, and fell asleep stroking her leg through the thick blankets. It took her some time before she went to sleep though. She kept stroking her stomach the exact place where Snape had laid his head every night since the first time. Her thoughts were wild and untamed but she could not keep her eyes open and eventually her eyes closed.
:::
Deep in his tower Thomas saw the flash of life that flared before his crystal but saw little else. So she has found the only weakness to the curse. He though to himself. Father never did like the snow. He hated the cold, and now his lack of thought has given her and advantage. She knows where her spirit is and that it can take her body back over. But one thing she will never find is a cure. He smiled and lay back in his chair watching the globe and the sleeping figure of the gardening girl who lay on his bed asleep. He had been more wanton than he had thought.
And now his thoughts turned to the dearest woman he had ever wanted. And her thoughts strayed far from him and onto the much more delicate subject of what was going to happen between Snape and her.