To the "ewww… she's 20" comment, that isn't such a big gap.  But I can see it being wrong in teenage years.  Now a big game is 14, but that's a different story.  I'm so interested in writing this story.  I really want to know what happens next.  We'll all be surprised in the end.  Yes I do have an idea about some of it…lol

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Harry ran back up to his room when Lisa fell asleep.  Tears ran down his face at the amazement.  He couldn't believe anything like this would ever happen, or that she liked Snape.  Seeing it all between them.  Maybe they were together all along.  Maybe he was just a side thing like Uncle Vernan with one of his employees.  He couldn't be hurt like his Aunt.  At least he knew. 

He flew into his bed and pulled the curtains around him.  His sobs flowed into his pillow.  Harry never felt such pain even when living with the Dursleys.  His heart was broken. 

Harry cried himself to sleep.

*****

Harry was in front of a big Christmas tree.  White lights and small globes decorated each branch.  The tree was in a big living room decked out with old Victorian furniture.  He was amazed at all the decorations.  Arms wrapped around his waist.  He knew who it was.  Lips lightly kissed his neck and moved up to his ear.

"I love you," They whispered.

Harry turned around to find himself in Lisa's embrace.  She was wearing a black and red ballroom gown.  She leaned towards him for a kiss but he pulled away.

"What's wrong?"

Harry searched for words but they didn't come.  His mind was a complete blur.

"What is it, Harry?" Her voice turned coarse.

"No… no… nothing." He stumbled over the word.

"Is it that I really love someone else?"  She stepped closer.  "Someone you dearly despite?"

Harry started back away but she only moved closer.

"Yes, Snape is my love.  My husband actually." She smiled.  "We've been together for many years.  You have no use to me now.  Now that you know."

Lisa grabbed him, pulling him closer.  Her chest heaved with anger and excitement.  Evil was set behind her eyes.  But they weren't brown.  They were black.  Black like Professor Snape's.  Fear crept into his body.  He didn't know what to do. 

"What do you have here, my love," A mans voice seductively stated.

"A boy.  A very delicious boy."  She grinned.

A man appeared from behind her.  It was Snape.  Lisa turned her head to kiss Snape.  Harry's heart sunk even deeper.  Despair invaded his mind. 

"Want to add another to our collection?" Lisa asked.

"Why not?  He's no use to me."  Snape was holding a jar eye level to Harry.

"Don't worry, Harry.  It wont hurt too much."  She started to chuckle.

Harry felt an immense pain come from his chest.  His skin was tingling when air touched it.  Feeling his own blood run down his front, he let out a moan of pain.  He tried to stay awake to scream, but it was no use.  The pain was too much and his mind was fading in and out.  He could feel Lisa's fingers grip onto his heart.  Snatching hard so it would be free from all the veins.  His heart finally stopped and gave in to the pull. 

Snape and Lisa laughed.  Harry saw them drop what was his heart into the jar.  It bled its last remains into the bottom.  Harry closed his eyes and breathed in his last breath.

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Harry's body jolted upward.  His sheets were wet with sweat.  Looking around in the dark, he realized he was in his own room. 

"Harry, are you ok?" A familiar voice asked.

Harry looked toward the voice.  He saw a very sympathetic Lisa.  In her eyes was concern. 

"I came in and you were sleeping.  You were twisting and turning in your sleep.  I got scared."  Lisa stated.

"Why?" Harry's voice was hard.

"I care for you," Lisa was a little shocked at him.

"So you don't love me?"  He questioned.

"I do."

"You do what?"

"I do love you."  She sat on the bed next to him.

Harry looked away.

"What's wrong?" Lisa put an arm around his shoulders but he shrugged her off.  "Harry?"

"Look, I know what you actually want from me." 

"You do?" Lisa was surprised at his statement.

"You're just using me on the side for your own pleasure." He said coldly and looked away from her.

"No I'm not!" Defense worked its way in.  "I would never do that to anyone."

"Then what were you and Professor Snape doing in the Hallways earlier?"  Harry questioned.

"We were talking."

"About what?"  He finally turned to her.

"Harry I have something to tell you."