Disclaimer: Do I have too? This is all J.K.'s stuff except the plot and a
few odd characters, don't sue me I make no money off of it. Probably just
pay for it in fact.
A/N This is going to be sad anyone who doesn't like sad stuff skip this.
Disclaimer: What disclaimer I though I told you people unless you have a warrant go away but don't forget to review ( I know some of my morbid humor sorry) This is all J.K. sue me but I told you once I told you a hundred times.
Chastity was so happy. She spent the more of her time teaching and helping students, never needing to be too rough. And the rest of the time she was either relaxing, grading, or spending time with Severus. He was attentive to her when they were alone and even though they acted perfectly engrossed with their work and uncaring beyond friendship everyone knew. They knew how one another felt each day by the end of the day without even having to ask the other.
Their nights were spent in each others arms, their mornings kissing each other in short periods of time. They never were able to spend long and were never without a pair of soft gloves. Since Snape was too afraid she might get frostbite they never performed what had happened out in the forest. But at least they were happy. The students wish that with his change of hear he would have a change in teaching but he was still the grumpy old potions teacher they all remembered and loathed. Even though Vauns came in once and a while she was never disturbed by his harsh way of teaching, and even with her there was little difference in his manners.
But what the students didn't know was those traits were what set apart her love for him from anyone else's. He knew what made children work, if it was not for a sturdy hand she would never had earned the reputation that proceeded her now. And if it had not been for his constant nagging, whether it was little or a lot, he would have a class of brawling students never under control much like the other infamous teacher who had no idea what he was doing. She loved his roughness but it was true even by her standards he was a little to rough at times. As if that primal urge he tried to rid when he became a servant of Voldermort's was trying to take over again and push his hatred and anger to the surface.
But she loved him with every inch and every step it seemed to grow. But for now he was busy attending to his duty as a spy. He was very good to go on where he left off even though she was interfering in his life.
:::
Voldermort looked around the gray stone walls and decided he needed some light. He morphed what few rats would dare to be in his presence into large candelabras with winding steel snakes and ruby eyes, their mouths open to spay out a stream of flame. The large steel chair he sat in was similar and suited his dark mood. He was tired of waiting, but time was needed to prepare for the war, the war that would end his hiding. And the one who would bring this end? Chastity Vauns. The singular most interesting person on the witch scope at them moment.
The girl with the power to control the weather, what a powerful tool she would turn out to be. If only her so called "brother" to turn her to their side. But there was very little hope of that happening. For she was working for the one name Dumbledore. The man who was protecting the famous Harry Potter. The one enemy that of all the witches and wizards of the world Voldermort most wished to get his hands on. As if his slipping through his fingers three times already wasn't bad enough, Harry had beaten him in their duel and in front of all his servants.
Though no one blamed him for that they were very skeptical about his acceptance of Severus Snape. They were sure he was not worth of their newly renewed master but he had show them with some accepted torture that he was a loyal servant much like their cowering selves. He was concerned with the report Thomas had given to him though. His involvement with the girl was creating some very good experiments but it was Thomas' duty to turn her to their side.
That was what he called the black clad professor in for. The man stood their white collar and cuffs barely showing beneath the black. Hidden much like his true identity, something Voldermort knew little of. Snape looked upon the stiff for of red and black cloaked man. His thin face surrounding his equally thin lips and bright red eyes. Snape shifted even after the several months he had spent around the man he still unnerved Snape to the degree of sickness. But Snape would never let such a foul man know how much he disliked him. His presence and information provided was vital to the ministry, and to the safety of Harry Potter. Even though Snape dislike the good for all little brat he had to be compassionate to some degree.
He had once loved the boys mother. But then she had been kind to all and everyone had loved her. But he had been shown his true face value when he was around her. No one had been as kind as she had and no one had been as cruel to a friend as he had been to her. But after a short while at school his sidelong glances, his breathtaking views in class, and his infatuated glimpses of her made his heart pound. No one knew of their friendship, or of their very, very short lived romance. But the thought of her was a comforting thing to him, especially on those cold and lonely nights.
Voldermort looked up at him cold blood red eyes unmoving and with out feeling. He looked his pathetic servant over and over once more before he spoke.
"You are interfering with a project that is very important to me. I need you to leave Chastity Vauns alone."
He had no time for small talk nor did he wish to keep friends by entering such a conversation with one of his death eaters. At the moment he had to keep along with his plans and not get sidetracked from his initial goal. Snape looked at him with emotions hidden far beneath his eyes. He had to find out what Vauns was being used for. But he had to be tricky about it; he had to keep anyone from getting suspicious of his double spying situation.
"What experiment might that be?" He asked nonchalantly.
Voldermort watched him with unwavering eyes for a moment then blinked, finding nothing too suspicious.
"If you must know." He sneered looking at the man in front of him with uncaring relaxed attitude. "She is a cold pulse. A very strong one at that and she is also a weather mage. The creator of the curse has been watching her for almost all of her life, and has been experimenting with her as well. He has found your actions with her to be interesting, but they are interfering with our plans to recruit her." He paused for a moment and pulled his eye brows together.
"The less contact she makes the more her anger builds. The more contact she make the more her powers grow but it is also a source of sentimentalness she gains. We need her angry enough to kill, and then join us as her only haven in the wizarding world. Now, leave me."
Snape turned on his heel but just before he exited the door. "Who is the Death Eater performing the experiment?"
"James Traver, under the alias of Thomas Vauns." He waved his hand shooing Snape away. But Snape walked away stunned and not knowing what to do."
:::
Vauns entered Dumbledore's office to find Snape and Professor Dumbledore sitting across from one another. She looked at him her eyes now streaked with black lightning rods and speckled with white the yellow very hard to see behind the two. She smiled and looked at Snape ready to give him a hug, since she had not seen him in over a week, but was surprised to see him frown and back away from her. She looked over to Dumbledore who shook his head and placed a hand to his forehead. He looked like Greek statue with a robe and a pointed hat on. Fawks was the only one to greet her somewhat joyfully though he seemed somewhat more down hearted than usual.
Snape moved away from his seat and motioned her to sit in it without looking her in the eyes. She looked at him then looked down, she knew something was terribly wrong, and whatever it was it was affecting their relationship. She had no idea what was wrong, but the air was thick with anger and that was something she had yet to see on Dumbledore's face.
Dumbledore looked up at Snape who wrapped his robes around his body and turned his head away with a sneer. "Would you like me to seal the room on my way out?" She could hear the past menace he use to hold in his voice when around her, and the sarcasm, but she did not know why. He would not make eye contact with her and that made her feel very miserable due to it.
Dumbledore looked up and smiled distantly polite, "Why thank you Professor. That would save me some time." He motioned for Snape to leave. Vauns could only watch and gasp as a rather irritable looking Snape left the room and put up a very bright protection shield. Outside the window she noticed it was completely black and knew that no one could see in or out, whether using magic or not.
:::
The shields were removed about a half an hour later and Snape stood there quite angry with himself for feeling the way he did. He wanted to hold and to comfort her yet he was angry that she had not noticed her own supposed brother's interest in her curse. HE wanted to hit her over the head with his wand and knock some sense into her, but then again he wanted to push her down on a pile of snow and make love to her, to reassure her and comfort her. Her actions would soon prove it very hard for either to happen.
Vauns stormed out of Dumbledore's office and past Snape smacking him on his right shoulder quite hard. He moved back to avoid any other rough contact. As she passed he saw the lightning mark in her eyes move side to side and the white move like falling snow. She was very very angry. He could tell but he still wanted to talk to her to get her to understand. He followed her at a safe distance none the less, watching her every step.
Half way down the last hall way towards the great doors she stopped mid stride and stumbled over her robes. She landed on the ground clutching her chest and breathing hard. The windows darkened and hail smashed down upon the roof of the castle making an eerie kind of music. Snape wanted to go over to her and comfort her but he couldn't. She stood just as quickly as she had fallen tearing off her outer robes and her tunic. She flung them to the side as she pointed her wand to the doors and flung them open.
Snape looked at her for a moment before he followed her.
She was all the way out in the middle of the field before she pointed behind her and waved her wand. Moments later her broom buzzed by his ears almost knocking him over. He quickly called out one of his very deeply hidden broom but lost track of her while waiting. The broom finally reached him and he quickly straddled it while hiding his wand in a sleeve pocket. He took to the air with a thrust of his legs and quickly but gracefully headed towards Hogsmead, the direction Vauns was headed.
A/N Okay this is a little short but bare with me I have finals and school, so this is a work in the making. I hope you like it though it is a little depressing. Much thanks to my few readers I hope there are more of you soon!!!
A/N This is going to be sad anyone who doesn't like sad stuff skip this.
Disclaimer: What disclaimer I though I told you people unless you have a warrant go away but don't forget to review ( I know some of my morbid humor sorry) This is all J.K. sue me but I told you once I told you a hundred times.
Chastity was so happy. She spent the more of her time teaching and helping students, never needing to be too rough. And the rest of the time she was either relaxing, grading, or spending time with Severus. He was attentive to her when they were alone and even though they acted perfectly engrossed with their work and uncaring beyond friendship everyone knew. They knew how one another felt each day by the end of the day without even having to ask the other.
Their nights were spent in each others arms, their mornings kissing each other in short periods of time. They never were able to spend long and were never without a pair of soft gloves. Since Snape was too afraid she might get frostbite they never performed what had happened out in the forest. But at least they were happy. The students wish that with his change of hear he would have a change in teaching but he was still the grumpy old potions teacher they all remembered and loathed. Even though Vauns came in once and a while she was never disturbed by his harsh way of teaching, and even with her there was little difference in his manners.
But what the students didn't know was those traits were what set apart her love for him from anyone else's. He knew what made children work, if it was not for a sturdy hand she would never had earned the reputation that proceeded her now. And if it had not been for his constant nagging, whether it was little or a lot, he would have a class of brawling students never under control much like the other infamous teacher who had no idea what he was doing. She loved his roughness but it was true even by her standards he was a little to rough at times. As if that primal urge he tried to rid when he became a servant of Voldermort's was trying to take over again and push his hatred and anger to the surface.
But she loved him with every inch and every step it seemed to grow. But for now he was busy attending to his duty as a spy. He was very good to go on where he left off even though she was interfering in his life.
:::
Voldermort looked around the gray stone walls and decided he needed some light. He morphed what few rats would dare to be in his presence into large candelabras with winding steel snakes and ruby eyes, their mouths open to spay out a stream of flame. The large steel chair he sat in was similar and suited his dark mood. He was tired of waiting, but time was needed to prepare for the war, the war that would end his hiding. And the one who would bring this end? Chastity Vauns. The singular most interesting person on the witch scope at them moment.
The girl with the power to control the weather, what a powerful tool she would turn out to be. If only her so called "brother" to turn her to their side. But there was very little hope of that happening. For she was working for the one name Dumbledore. The man who was protecting the famous Harry Potter. The one enemy that of all the witches and wizards of the world Voldermort most wished to get his hands on. As if his slipping through his fingers three times already wasn't bad enough, Harry had beaten him in their duel and in front of all his servants.
Though no one blamed him for that they were very skeptical about his acceptance of Severus Snape. They were sure he was not worth of their newly renewed master but he had show them with some accepted torture that he was a loyal servant much like their cowering selves. He was concerned with the report Thomas had given to him though. His involvement with the girl was creating some very good experiments but it was Thomas' duty to turn her to their side.
That was what he called the black clad professor in for. The man stood their white collar and cuffs barely showing beneath the black. Hidden much like his true identity, something Voldermort knew little of. Snape looked upon the stiff for of red and black cloaked man. His thin face surrounding his equally thin lips and bright red eyes. Snape shifted even after the several months he had spent around the man he still unnerved Snape to the degree of sickness. But Snape would never let such a foul man know how much he disliked him. His presence and information provided was vital to the ministry, and to the safety of Harry Potter. Even though Snape dislike the good for all little brat he had to be compassionate to some degree.
He had once loved the boys mother. But then she had been kind to all and everyone had loved her. But he had been shown his true face value when he was around her. No one had been as kind as she had and no one had been as cruel to a friend as he had been to her. But after a short while at school his sidelong glances, his breathtaking views in class, and his infatuated glimpses of her made his heart pound. No one knew of their friendship, or of their very, very short lived romance. But the thought of her was a comforting thing to him, especially on those cold and lonely nights.
Voldermort looked up at him cold blood red eyes unmoving and with out feeling. He looked his pathetic servant over and over once more before he spoke.
"You are interfering with a project that is very important to me. I need you to leave Chastity Vauns alone."
He had no time for small talk nor did he wish to keep friends by entering such a conversation with one of his death eaters. At the moment he had to keep along with his plans and not get sidetracked from his initial goal. Snape looked at him with emotions hidden far beneath his eyes. He had to find out what Vauns was being used for. But he had to be tricky about it; he had to keep anyone from getting suspicious of his double spying situation.
"What experiment might that be?" He asked nonchalantly.
Voldermort watched him with unwavering eyes for a moment then blinked, finding nothing too suspicious.
"If you must know." He sneered looking at the man in front of him with uncaring relaxed attitude. "She is a cold pulse. A very strong one at that and she is also a weather mage. The creator of the curse has been watching her for almost all of her life, and has been experimenting with her as well. He has found your actions with her to be interesting, but they are interfering with our plans to recruit her." He paused for a moment and pulled his eye brows together.
"The less contact she makes the more her anger builds. The more contact she make the more her powers grow but it is also a source of sentimentalness she gains. We need her angry enough to kill, and then join us as her only haven in the wizarding world. Now, leave me."
Snape turned on his heel but just before he exited the door. "Who is the Death Eater performing the experiment?"
"James Traver, under the alias of Thomas Vauns." He waved his hand shooing Snape away. But Snape walked away stunned and not knowing what to do."
:::
Vauns entered Dumbledore's office to find Snape and Professor Dumbledore sitting across from one another. She looked at him her eyes now streaked with black lightning rods and speckled with white the yellow very hard to see behind the two. She smiled and looked at Snape ready to give him a hug, since she had not seen him in over a week, but was surprised to see him frown and back away from her. She looked over to Dumbledore who shook his head and placed a hand to his forehead. He looked like Greek statue with a robe and a pointed hat on. Fawks was the only one to greet her somewhat joyfully though he seemed somewhat more down hearted than usual.
Snape moved away from his seat and motioned her to sit in it without looking her in the eyes. She looked at him then looked down, she knew something was terribly wrong, and whatever it was it was affecting their relationship. She had no idea what was wrong, but the air was thick with anger and that was something she had yet to see on Dumbledore's face.
Dumbledore looked up at Snape who wrapped his robes around his body and turned his head away with a sneer. "Would you like me to seal the room on my way out?" She could hear the past menace he use to hold in his voice when around her, and the sarcasm, but she did not know why. He would not make eye contact with her and that made her feel very miserable due to it.
Dumbledore looked up and smiled distantly polite, "Why thank you Professor. That would save me some time." He motioned for Snape to leave. Vauns could only watch and gasp as a rather irritable looking Snape left the room and put up a very bright protection shield. Outside the window she noticed it was completely black and knew that no one could see in or out, whether using magic or not.
:::
The shields were removed about a half an hour later and Snape stood there quite angry with himself for feeling the way he did. He wanted to hold and to comfort her yet he was angry that she had not noticed her own supposed brother's interest in her curse. HE wanted to hit her over the head with his wand and knock some sense into her, but then again he wanted to push her down on a pile of snow and make love to her, to reassure her and comfort her. Her actions would soon prove it very hard for either to happen.
Vauns stormed out of Dumbledore's office and past Snape smacking him on his right shoulder quite hard. He moved back to avoid any other rough contact. As she passed he saw the lightning mark in her eyes move side to side and the white move like falling snow. She was very very angry. He could tell but he still wanted to talk to her to get her to understand. He followed her at a safe distance none the less, watching her every step.
Half way down the last hall way towards the great doors she stopped mid stride and stumbled over her robes. She landed on the ground clutching her chest and breathing hard. The windows darkened and hail smashed down upon the roof of the castle making an eerie kind of music. Snape wanted to go over to her and comfort her but he couldn't. She stood just as quickly as she had fallen tearing off her outer robes and her tunic. She flung them to the side as she pointed her wand to the doors and flung them open.
Snape looked at her for a moment before he followed her.
She was all the way out in the middle of the field before she pointed behind her and waved her wand. Moments later her broom buzzed by his ears almost knocking him over. He quickly called out one of his very deeply hidden broom but lost track of her while waiting. The broom finally reached him and he quickly straddled it while hiding his wand in a sleeve pocket. He took to the air with a thrust of his legs and quickly but gracefully headed towards Hogsmead, the direction Vauns was headed.
A/N Okay this is a little short but bare with me I have finals and school, so this is a work in the making. I hope you like it though it is a little depressing. Much thanks to my few readers I hope there are more of you soon!!!