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RWH
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FIVE
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Becca almost ran back to her room. She had a marvelous time at her party and had really hated it when it had to end. Everyone was just so nice to her and she had almost forgotten what time it was. Then Severus had to come barging in like he normally did and froze the whole group in fear.
She threw herself down into her bed with laughter. If they all knew him like she did. They would know it was all just an act. In these last two years, she had learned so much about her Guardian that she could now look on him with proud eyes and why not? He had chosen her to be his surrogate daughter. He had thrown away two years to care and raise her and they still have two more to go until her graduation.
She stood up from the bed where she flung herself and walked over to her vanity where her eyes settled on the crystal and silver present from him. She ran her fingers over the clear cut glass and smiled softly. He wasn't so bad. He was really a kind and considerate man. Anything she needed he would have for her before she even had to ask. She had no idea how he did it but there they always were, either sitting on her bed or lying on her desk, waiting to be put to use. It was like he could read her mind at times. He always knew what she wanted.
Like this vanity.
In a way, his buying it instead of books told her more than mere words would ever do.
The purchase of this gift told her that he cared for her. That he wanted the best for her and that, in his way, he loved her. She knew he did just by the way they talked to each other, the way that they could ramble on for hours on end about absolutely nothing. They could talk long into the night and into the next day without even realizing it. He would suddenly look up and notice the sun starting to rise and she would grin sleepily. Those nights were the best. Those were the times when she felt special to him.
He made her forget her past.
He never once raised a hand to her. He barely even rose his voice in her presence except during class when she forgot to add something to her potion. She knew he was only concerned that her lapse in judgement could cause her harm in his class so she never took it personal. She would only nod and return to her notes to see what she did wrong.
She knew she was always safe with him.
It wasn't always like that though, in the beginning it was rough for them both. It took a while for her to stop flinching whenever he came near her. Her fear of being raped again was always on the back of her mind during the first few months she lived in such close quarters with him. In these dungeons, who would be able to hear her screaming?
But he was patient with her, he knew of her fear and tried to give her no cause to worry. He hadn't moved to quickly nor spoke angrily directly at her. When he was mad he would normally keep his attention on the fire in the hearth and speak to her that way, never looking directly at her.
She hated to see him angry. His eyes darkening to jet-black in color and his face would turn into a deep shade of red. It was scary the first time she saw it and she nearly ran, screaming, from the room. She had forgotten what that one bout of anger was about and really, she didn't want to remember. From that point on, he shielded his anger from her in this manner, always talking to the fire instead of directly at her.
It went for the first year that way. The next was much easier on them both. They have learned to get along and even appreciated each other's thoughts and ideas. She didn't think twice about telling him anything personal and she laughed when he told her of things from his past. She found that he was a terribly funny man and she loved to see him laugh. His eyes would scrunch up and the sounds would come from deep inside of his chest and come out in a roaring, vibrant sound. It was infectious, soon she would be laughing along with him, and another long evening would be lost in their conversations.
More wonderful memories to be locked up in her mind and cherished forever.
She plucked up the black cloths from her dresser and covered the mirrors in her room. It was a habit she started when she was a little girl. She never could sleep in a room with uncovered mirrors. They made her feel uncomfortable and she feared that there was a presence in them other than her reflection. It wasn't that she wasn't aware that the magical mirrors sometime did possess an entity.this was a different fear, an irrational fear.
She was afraid that she would see her parents in it sometimes.
She had read once, in a book of superstitions, that the reflections of a mirror allows Satan, or the Devil, or Lucifer, whichever you prefer to think of the ultimate darkness, to reach out and touch you during your sleep. And her thoughts of ultimate darkness were of them.
Her parents.
Her fear of uncovered mirrors never left her, even after all these years. She knew that she was safe, that Severus would protect her, but that deeply lined fear was always present and she really didn't want to take any chances no matter how ridiculous it all sounded in her mind.
So, she covered the mirrors at night just to be sure.
Satisfied that the mirrors were securely covered, she undressed and changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed. Her mind drifted back to her party.
It was such fun.
The few friends she had invited seemed to have fun tonight too. She did make a request that they didn't bring gifts and was surprised to find that they all had a different idea. Each person had a gift in hand as they entered. She frowned inwardly at that but smiled gracefully when she accepted them. She didn't need gifts, she had everything she needed or wanted. But her friends all seemed to think that sixteen was an important year so she smiled and thanked them all.
Her old dorm-mates were there, Melisa and Cathryne. She had continued to stay friends with them even after she had moved out of the Ravenclaw dormitory. She didn't have that many close friends and they seemed to take her moving in with Severus easier than the rest of her house. They even brought along their new boyfriends, Stanley Cooper and Caps Reilly, two more Ravenclaws.
Their two boyfriends' were nice enough but they didn't come close to Brian.
Brian was so sweet, so kind. He had eyes that danced when he smiled and they were so deep brown they seemed black, almost as black as Severus. He was tall to, nearly as tall as her guardian was as well. There were a few more similarities between the two but that was the more physical ones. Brian had dark curly hair that framed his head like a cloud and dressed without a care that one of his socks didn't match the other.
He was carefree, attentive and very doting.
When it came out what had happened to her in her first years, she had been treated different. Before, she was shy and lonely, to afraid to make any friends in fear of them finding out, but then people started to talk to her telling her that she wasn't alone and that she had friends that would be there to help. The feelings overwhelmed her at times and she would flee the Great Hall during meals when her emotions would be too much to bear.
It was during one of those times when Brian went after her.
He found her in a closet crying and he simply knelt down next to her and waited for her to stop. He didn't try to touch her, to talk to her, he just sat there.waiting.
After that day, he wouldn't stay away. He, like the others, feared the great Professor Snape but didn't allow the man's boisterous attitude to keep him away from her. That secured his place in her heart. If Brian dared to cross Severus just to talk or to be with her then she dared to let him into heart.
And she did. She found herself starting to fall in love, for the first time in her life. Just the few kisses they shared tonight caused her to smile in the darkness.
Thanks the Gods that Severus didn't enter at one of those moments. He would have thrown a fit.
She was certain of that.
He was after all.her surrogate father.
A very protective father at that.
A/Ns and Acknowledgements
The-Potions-Mistress: Thanks Hon, I love writing this story. It seems to be writing itself. I wonder what muse is working through me on this one. I'm sure I have a few errors but since I can't seem to chat with you that much anymore. (Darn you for having a RL) I will just have to deal with it.. hehe
Cat: LOL. I haven't posted the letters story as of yet.be patient. I will eventually. I hope that you will approve of their relationship over the next few chapters. Keep reading.I hope it will get better. LOL. and yes . I AM going to thank you for your reviews. awww. such an INTERESTING . shade of red there. Sis!
PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.. I'M BEGGIN YA'
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RWH
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FIVE
~~~
Becca almost ran back to her room. She had a marvelous time at her party and had really hated it when it had to end. Everyone was just so nice to her and she had almost forgotten what time it was. Then Severus had to come barging in like he normally did and froze the whole group in fear.
She threw herself down into her bed with laughter. If they all knew him like she did. They would know it was all just an act. In these last two years, she had learned so much about her Guardian that she could now look on him with proud eyes and why not? He had chosen her to be his surrogate daughter. He had thrown away two years to care and raise her and they still have two more to go until her graduation.
She stood up from the bed where she flung herself and walked over to her vanity where her eyes settled on the crystal and silver present from him. She ran her fingers over the clear cut glass and smiled softly. He wasn't so bad. He was really a kind and considerate man. Anything she needed he would have for her before she even had to ask. She had no idea how he did it but there they always were, either sitting on her bed or lying on her desk, waiting to be put to use. It was like he could read her mind at times. He always knew what she wanted.
Like this vanity.
In a way, his buying it instead of books told her more than mere words would ever do.
The purchase of this gift told her that he cared for her. That he wanted the best for her and that, in his way, he loved her. She knew he did just by the way they talked to each other, the way that they could ramble on for hours on end about absolutely nothing. They could talk long into the night and into the next day without even realizing it. He would suddenly look up and notice the sun starting to rise and she would grin sleepily. Those nights were the best. Those were the times when she felt special to him.
He made her forget her past.
He never once raised a hand to her. He barely even rose his voice in her presence except during class when she forgot to add something to her potion. She knew he was only concerned that her lapse in judgement could cause her harm in his class so she never took it personal. She would only nod and return to her notes to see what she did wrong.
She knew she was always safe with him.
It wasn't always like that though, in the beginning it was rough for them both. It took a while for her to stop flinching whenever he came near her. Her fear of being raped again was always on the back of her mind during the first few months she lived in such close quarters with him. In these dungeons, who would be able to hear her screaming?
But he was patient with her, he knew of her fear and tried to give her no cause to worry. He hadn't moved to quickly nor spoke angrily directly at her. When he was mad he would normally keep his attention on the fire in the hearth and speak to her that way, never looking directly at her.
She hated to see him angry. His eyes darkening to jet-black in color and his face would turn into a deep shade of red. It was scary the first time she saw it and she nearly ran, screaming, from the room. She had forgotten what that one bout of anger was about and really, she didn't want to remember. From that point on, he shielded his anger from her in this manner, always talking to the fire instead of directly at her.
It went for the first year that way. The next was much easier on them both. They have learned to get along and even appreciated each other's thoughts and ideas. She didn't think twice about telling him anything personal and she laughed when he told her of things from his past. She found that he was a terribly funny man and she loved to see him laugh. His eyes would scrunch up and the sounds would come from deep inside of his chest and come out in a roaring, vibrant sound. It was infectious, soon she would be laughing along with him, and another long evening would be lost in their conversations.
More wonderful memories to be locked up in her mind and cherished forever.
She plucked up the black cloths from her dresser and covered the mirrors in her room. It was a habit she started when she was a little girl. She never could sleep in a room with uncovered mirrors. They made her feel uncomfortable and she feared that there was a presence in them other than her reflection. It wasn't that she wasn't aware that the magical mirrors sometime did possess an entity.this was a different fear, an irrational fear.
She was afraid that she would see her parents in it sometimes.
She had read once, in a book of superstitions, that the reflections of a mirror allows Satan, or the Devil, or Lucifer, whichever you prefer to think of the ultimate darkness, to reach out and touch you during your sleep. And her thoughts of ultimate darkness were of them.
Her parents.
Her fear of uncovered mirrors never left her, even after all these years. She knew that she was safe, that Severus would protect her, but that deeply lined fear was always present and she really didn't want to take any chances no matter how ridiculous it all sounded in her mind.
So, she covered the mirrors at night just to be sure.
Satisfied that the mirrors were securely covered, she undressed and changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed. Her mind drifted back to her party.
It was such fun.
The few friends she had invited seemed to have fun tonight too. She did make a request that they didn't bring gifts and was surprised to find that they all had a different idea. Each person had a gift in hand as they entered. She frowned inwardly at that but smiled gracefully when she accepted them. She didn't need gifts, she had everything she needed or wanted. But her friends all seemed to think that sixteen was an important year so she smiled and thanked them all.
Her old dorm-mates were there, Melisa and Cathryne. She had continued to stay friends with them even after she had moved out of the Ravenclaw dormitory. She didn't have that many close friends and they seemed to take her moving in with Severus easier than the rest of her house. They even brought along their new boyfriends, Stanley Cooper and Caps Reilly, two more Ravenclaws.
Their two boyfriends' were nice enough but they didn't come close to Brian.
Brian was so sweet, so kind. He had eyes that danced when he smiled and they were so deep brown they seemed black, almost as black as Severus. He was tall to, nearly as tall as her guardian was as well. There were a few more similarities between the two but that was the more physical ones. Brian had dark curly hair that framed his head like a cloud and dressed without a care that one of his socks didn't match the other.
He was carefree, attentive and very doting.
When it came out what had happened to her in her first years, she had been treated different. Before, she was shy and lonely, to afraid to make any friends in fear of them finding out, but then people started to talk to her telling her that she wasn't alone and that she had friends that would be there to help. The feelings overwhelmed her at times and she would flee the Great Hall during meals when her emotions would be too much to bear.
It was during one of those times when Brian went after her.
He found her in a closet crying and he simply knelt down next to her and waited for her to stop. He didn't try to touch her, to talk to her, he just sat there.waiting.
After that day, he wouldn't stay away. He, like the others, feared the great Professor Snape but didn't allow the man's boisterous attitude to keep him away from her. That secured his place in her heart. If Brian dared to cross Severus just to talk or to be with her then she dared to let him into heart.
And she did. She found herself starting to fall in love, for the first time in her life. Just the few kisses they shared tonight caused her to smile in the darkness.
Thanks the Gods that Severus didn't enter at one of those moments. He would have thrown a fit.
She was certain of that.
He was after all.her surrogate father.
A very protective father at that.
A/Ns and Acknowledgements
The-Potions-Mistress: Thanks Hon, I love writing this story. It seems to be writing itself. I wonder what muse is working through me on this one. I'm sure I have a few errors but since I can't seem to chat with you that much anymore. (Darn you for having a RL) I will just have to deal with it.. hehe
Cat: LOL. I haven't posted the letters story as of yet.be patient. I will eventually. I hope that you will approve of their relationship over the next few chapters. Keep reading.I hope it will get better. LOL. and yes . I AM going to thank you for your reviews. awww. such an INTERESTING . shade of red there. Sis!
PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.. I'M BEGGIN YA'
