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Author's Note: Hey yeah I'm going to try something new! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, this chapter is for you guys because I thought I had better make the effort as you all did, though it doesn't mean you can stop because I always have the same problem.
In fact I'm going to write a thank you to all my reviewers as individuals just for the hell of it. Hey it's a Saturday afternoon and I have nothing better to do. Sad huh?
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Anyway on with the story...
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When you reach the middle do you really have the strength to reach the end?
Centrifugal Fallacy
Several weeks passed after the incident with the sword, it remained in the same place in his chambers, light protruding from the marble where the force had cracked it. There was something wrong with the way everything was happening, it didn't seem right. There were some pieces of the puzzle that didn't seem to fit. One being the disappearance of Raine, why would she just walk away, or run as Dumbledore had practically implied. Severus knew for once in his life that a woman like that didn't just quit, she must have been driven to it, but what would drive her to such extremes? Why wouldn't she tell anyone, why didn't she trust even Dumbledore with her secret? It wasn't like he was prone to telling everyone everything and perhaps he would have offered to help her... the whole situation lacked logic.
As April had passed he began to feel that the more he had done the less he cared, the less he showed an interest in what he was doing. It was like he didn't really care what happened anymore, not that he could profess to showing that much interest before but the whole sword fiasco played on his mind a lot. It refused to let go of him mind, refused to leave him, the girl... she wasn't at peace and he guessed that was what hurt him the most. Deep down he wanted to make her happy but there was something lacking in the way she reacted to him, something lost. He had tried to kill her even though she was dead, well the sword had tried and she seemed angered he had moved to stop it. If he hadn't... if it had continued. He hadn't told anyone about it, in a way in his mind willing it to go away, begging that it wasn't true and that he hadn't extracted an element of his dream and brought it back to reality. For starters he couldn't see how that was possible, another reason being that he hadn't understood it and the other being he hadn't seen the cat again.
The warm appeared to have finally returned to the dungeons and his heart as May set in. Deep down no matter how much he told himself it was okay it really wasn't, nothing seemed be the same anymore. The students were beginning to suspect he was losing his edge, but then something was happening out side of the school, a torture far worse than he could have imagined. He was beginning to question his own loyalties and he did know where they were meant to be but his actions in order to be believed showed everyone else he was the spineless reptile they had all thought him to be anyway. He knew that every day was supposed to be different but the feelings that accompanied the new day were normally moderately the same but lately he kept wishing her to return just so he could smite her, but then Raine wasn't the kind of person to go back on a decision that she had made and he guessed he would never see her again. He wanted to tell her how selfish she had been in leaving without saying good bye... but that would make it seem like he cared - which he didn't.
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Snape took his seat at the table amongst the rest of the staff noticing the seat next to him wasn't taken, not that it bothered him, he was quite happy to see the back of the clucky mother hen. It seemed she got rounder and rounder like she was turning into a little ball and as she did so the smile on those rosy cheeks of hers got brighter and happier as his features became more and more repressed and tired from his duties in and out of school. He longed for a frown, something that would make her seem human and less like a robot. She was the kind of person incapable of showing she was upset of annoyed and just smiled more and more to make everything go away. Somehow he knew she wouldn't grant him that pleasure. Professor Kratts was the kind of person that would smile even if the world was coming to an end and greet it with like it was nothing out of the ordinary; "That's nice dear..." It just didn't bare thinking about, she was the most irritating person he had ever met, inhuman and chirpy... jolly fat woman, urgh!
It made him smirk however that evening watching her waddle into the Great Hall under her dark green robes and tangled mat of flaming red hair that looked like she had never heard of a hair brush. His smirk dropped however when he could see her face again, happy little smile brandishing her brilliantly white teeth like some kind of weapon and bright sapphire eyes that could cut through bank volts boring into whom ever they laid upon - usually Snape. He always felt she gave a new meaning to 'dress to kill.'
It wasn't like he cared much for how she looked, it wouldn't even bother him if she stopped forcing her happiness in rays to sunshine his way. So he was depressed, why wouldn't she sod off and let him continue to wallow in self-pity like Raine would while trying to make him feel worse. It wasn't until now however that he realized Raine had helped his manner to improve by being lower than he was and in a reverse way making him happier about himself. It was like she tried to distract him from how things really were by making them worse but keeping him entertained with no time to think about how bad his past actions had been... now he had all the time in the world.
She sat down and looked at him with a smile. It was a knowing smile, one that said; "I know exactly what you're thinking. I don't give a damn, but I know."
"Guten abend Herr Snape," she chirped.
"Käse hat jedenfalls mehr Gehirn als du," he muttered. She looked at him blankly before continuing to smile like her jaw was stuck that way.
"It is nice to zee you have developed some kind of primativ grasp of my language Severus," he looked at her lazily. She clearly had no idea what he had just said, strange considering she was German, or so she said. "Man könnte sie ja beduften, aber nicht wie Körpergeruch, denn das ist...... asozial." She smiled like she had asked him a question. "Nice to meet someone who will understand me."
"Pardon?" He said looking at her oddly, what was she on about? Anti social stamp collectors? Smelling stamps? None of it made sense! "Do you have any idea what you're on about Kratts or are you just plucking it out of thin air and hoping it goes right with your hairstyle?" She blushed, she had made a complete fool out of herself. He grinned coldly, she looked away from him not wanting to raise the point anymore, deciding that from now on she would speak English to avoid having him correct her in her own language.
"Well I was just testing to see if you really understood me or if you were just trying to be a smart arse. You passed the test, I'm impressed," with that she turned her back on him and began conversing with Dumbledore. I bet she's blonde under that wig of hers*, he thought smirking to himself, though he didn't think anyone would make that kind of mistake even if they were testing them, stupid, stupid woman.
"There is something not quite right about her," he mumbled to Sinistra who had managed to find her way to the seat next to him on the right.
"She seems okay to me," Sinistra said sipping from her goblet elegantly. If there was one thing that annoyed him above Kratts; it was Sinistra. She had the uncanny knack of being irritating even if she was being quiet, but then she usually sat eyeing him up that was probably more annoying. He scratched his head and looked to Dumbledore.
"You'll have to excuse me Sir, I have a head ache, I'm going to retire early this evening," Dumbledore looked at him with an air of concern before nodding and wishing him a good nights rest. Kratts didn't appear to care that he was going in fact he guessed she would be relieved. Sinistra looked at him like she was going to miss him, as if she were never going to see him again. He lowered his head in annoyance and stalked out of the hall. It was nice to be out of sight of the chirpy red head and obsessive empty headed blonde. Witches, he thought harshly with an element of disgust in his mind.
He reached his chambers after having meandered through the cold dungeons, looking into old rooms he hadn't bothered to visit in a while. He walked into the room allowing the somewhat more relaxing atmosphere brush over him like a cold shower. There was a pile of paper sitting next to the cast iron mirror set by the desk. He rested his head on the desk and closed his eyes inhaling deeply then exhaling a short breath. He only wanted to sleep, but it was too early.
What if something happened?
Well it wasn't like he was going to miss much, the actions within the school were obsolete since everything had a counter acting affect making everything normal even if it was completely out of the ordinary. Something someone had once told him stuck in his mind at that point like glue; "It is Hogwarts after all." He had to agree that statement made perfect sense but it didn't mean it was any easier to understand.
He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror only not seeing himself or his surroundings but his mind came to focus on a piece of parchment thrown lazily on his desk like the person just didn't care about order. He began to think he was becoming anally retentive, it didn't make any sense, was he getting old. This mislaid parchment was really bugging him border line on obsessively, he shook his head to try to get a bit of a clue as to what the hell was making him so angry about it. Subconsciously this paper was more annoying than Kratts and Sinistra combined. He put it in line correctly with the rest of the parchment and laid it in line with the mirror, however he then knew that wasn't what had been bothering him, he knew what it was now, it couldn't be, mere coincidence. I've been up to late. He got to his feet and got into bed being sure to force himself to sleep using a sleeping draft, he hadn't needed that in a while.
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"This isn't a game!" A tall boy with a stern face and hollow black eyes shouted. The young girl before him smiled cruelly her eyes flickered malevolently.
"Everything is a game," she hummed. "Do you know how to play?" He took a step back from her, she grinned a hint of malice in her eyes. "I thought not," she chuckled walking into the distance the long black tresses sweeping to the base of her spine turning her head back flashing her burning silver eyes.
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Severus awoke with a start a second time, something was wrong, he looked at the open vile of sleeping draft and took another gulp. He could feel the most uncomfortable sweat descending upon him, perhaps if he were to sleep...
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"Power through gentleness, energy and courage, knowledge by stealth, and...." she pointed at the centre most symbol.
"Magic used in moderation for good and honour," he finished.
"You know it?" she sounded impressed.
A sound echoed around and the scene changed like he was watching some kind of vague film that wasn't sure which point it was set at.
It was like he had stumbled on a room he had no idea existed, he didn't step in at first at first but upon closer inspection it intrigued him. The all of a sudden he knew where he was, it was her office, how could he forget, he could see himself walking ahead of the dreaming version of himself now.
He had slid into the room looking around for her. Even now he wasn't sure why he had done it. She appeared to be a lot more relaxed more so than she had been before she left the scared bunny routine was definitely not on the cards at this point; she was dancing on the spot to the music.
Raine's figure spiralled, first her shoulders went round followed by the rest of her body, all of the time she kept her back to him, he who was trying to say something but was lost for words. He watched himself become mesmerised by the very bendy figure dancing to a rather odd beat like she had become entranced. He watched as she smoothed her hands out of his view down her front then pushed her shoulders back allowing her robes to slip down her slender arms as second time. Only he watched her this time, the embarrassment having completely left him, just allowing the man to remain behind, a figure of intense power burning within a well-guarded mind. Invulnerable, apart from camera trickery and to t he charms of a very intelligent woman, she had done something very strange at that point, shown she cared not for him to be near her, until one day it changed and she contradicted herself in the strangest of ways. What now seemed like the boy within him coughed to get her attention...
What felt like the ground lifting from under him caused the whole area to change to yet another scene he recognised.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you- much," Raine said, smiling trying to reassure him, he eyed her like she was pure evil.
The "I won't hurt you - much," comment sounded like an understatement to him as he stood watching the scene like he had been a student observing.
"I trust you did some research," she said more seriously. "This is not something you can just walk away from, open your eyes and you'll see the truth, and sometimes riddles do not read forwards." He was almost positive she had never said that, but before he could think about it he had been sucked into what felt like a vacuum, only able to hear like within a shell.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.
Why was it he didn't understand?
This is the noise that keeps me awake,
My head explodes and my body aches,
Push it.
He woke up sharply, he look at the vile shook his head and poured it down the sink, never again.
He walked over to the mirror again looking blankly at the parchment, he knew exactly what it said, and it was hitting him in the face the whole time, why hadn't he seen it before, why hadn't anyone else noticed? And one final question sprung to mind, the definitive, why? It couldn't be, for starters it made no sense, secondly they were so dissimilar it was unreal and... It had to be right. Everything started to make sense. He grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled something down:
Kratts.
He looked at the signature, it was elegant and loopy. He looked at a separate piece of parchment, then turned to his parchment again.
Stark.
Her signature looked like it was done by a small child, someone that just didn't have the time to make up a decent signature.
He wrote them down next to each other:
Kratts Stark...
KRATTS... STTARK
STARK... KRATS
He dropped the quill and the inked spilled all over his homework assignments set for the first years, he didn't care though, what was she playing at?
Raine was really there the whole time, he wasn't sure what made him angrier, the fact she was there or that she lied to him, or that he hadn't figured it out quicker. He walked out his office frowning like thunder heading for hers, he stopped... what would he say: "Sorry Eenai but I believe you are not who you say you are?" He didn't think it would go down too well with the rest of the staff, not to mention with himself since he knew her to be pregnant and married to a man build like a brick who worked at the ministry. He knew one thing though, he was annoyed that he hadn't caught on a lot quicker, it was so logical... so obvious, right under his damned nose. It had to be Raine.
He paused and reconsidered before continuing to walk to her office. He knocked lightly on the door and walked in. She was slouched lazily over the desk half-asleep, it was almost too perfect.
"Raine," he muttered, she made a grunting sound of annoyance.
"What?" She mumbled, moving her hand lethargically to shoo him away, there was no mistaking the voice, it was a mixture of soft soothing melody and pure hate for the disturbance of her sleep...
"Could you sign this piece of parchment for me?" He said passing her a blank sheet of parchment and a quill.
"What is it?" She bumbled in her normal voice.
"Oh, a document," he said a smile creeping up his face. Got you!
"Whatever..." she sighed, signed the parchment and practically threw the quill back at him. "Now sod off, I'm trying to sleep!"
"Oh don't worry I plan to leave you alone, Eenai..." He chuckled heading for the door.
"Weh...VHAT!" She said waking up.
"Nothing Eenai," he said still grinning triumphantly.
"What is that you are holding in your hand?" She said remembering the German tone when she had reached the centre point of the sentence.
"Just a piece of parchment, nothing important, you were so good as to sign it for me. For that I thank you however there is one thing I should like to know," he looked deeply into her sapphire eyes, she felt like she was being strip searched. "Why do you insist on lying to me all the time? Is there something wrong with you? It isn't healthy Raine, you do know that don't you?"
"I... qua? I am Eenai Kratts, Miz Stark left here months ago, stop dreaming Severus, she isn't coming back to you," she said coldly.
"That red hair really doesn't suit you, and the eyes, I've seen more originality when creating a disguise," his face adopted a cruel sadistic twitch. "If you are trying to hide from the ministry, I can help you know, I've been there, I know exactly how to get out of it," all of a sudden the happy little red head lost it, she struck him across the face only it was a little feeble tap.
"How dare you insinuate that I would be in any kind of trouble, and how dare you insult me as a person, be assured you will be hearing from my husband about this!" Kratts had appeared to have completely flipped, though he wasn't bothered.
"Would that be Quentus Stark? Or Quentus Maytricks? Or whatever he calls himself these days?" She flinched at hearing his name. "Yes I wondered about his relationship to you, I wondered how such a beautiful woman such as you would have ended up with a steaming pustule like that, but then, you are a compulsive liar and in many ways, I would have to say worse than he is. Whether I am meant to believe as Mr. Potter does that you and he are siblings I doubt, the whole chemistry factor is dubious. For one, no brother would treat his sister the way he treats you, and you love it don't you?" He kept walking closer and closer to her until she was backed against the wall shaking with fear. "Being drooled over by an man older than yourself, one that you can drive crazy just by looking at him or any other man, you're not attractive though Raine, I'm sorry to disappoint you. The straggled black mess you wear on your head makes you look like you just don't give a damn, and it's true you don't. One thing I hate about you, you don't care you never have and never will. Your face is the kind I really want to prove wrong, so smug and sure of yourself, not so sure now are you? I've caught you, to add insult to injury, you don't even act very well. You're the biggest idiot I've ever met!" With that Kratts frowned her eyes darkening like a rising thunder cloud before she smacked him as hard as she could round the face screaming something that definitely wasn't English, German or Latin.
"How dare you?" She smacked him round the face again with the back of her hand looking livid, he just looked at her blankly. "Accuse me of being... her, she disgusts me! Raine Stark be all and end all! She is not me! As for that Maytricks, I don't think I've met anyone that made me sicker, and you suggest!" Her accent had changed, it had returned to the cruel English tone like a whip crack capable of making any man fall to his knees.
"No use lying anymore Raine, the cat's out of the bag, or should I say I've uncovered your secret. What is it that you've done, why are you hiding?" He narrowed his eyes as she sank into a rocking chair hiding her head in her hands.
"There is no secret, and I'm not hiding!" She insisted, he walked up to her looming over the chair causing her to lean back into it to get away from him, his eyes softened.
"Then why all this?" He said pointing to her implying her appearance, she looked down as his hand swept her stomach she shuddered before his hands rested on the arms of the chair just in front of her hands the chair jerked.
"Careful she's a pregnant woman!" Raine snapped trying to distract from the fact she had been vounerable if only for a second wanting to believe he cared.
"Like you have the heart to care about something like that!" He said coldly, she moved a hand to her chest pressing a clenched fist to her bust.
"There is a heart that beats beneath it all you know..." she said sadly, he let out a bitter laugh.
"One made of cold steel used to break the hearts of others no less," he said starkly.
"And that black pound of meat that pumps the blood around within you; that has more warmth? Don't make me laugh Severus, you know as well as I do that I have more capacity to cope with anything than you do, that's why you're here isn't it?" She said cruelly.
"What do you mean?" He said, but he should have known that was just asking for trouble.
"At Hogwarts I mean, how long has it been now? Oh... nearly fourteen years now isn't it? Correct me if I'm wrong," she said he nodded. "Too afraid of what the ministry might do if they discovered what a spineless maggot you had become so switched sides before anyone would know the difference, the reason no one trusts 'dear old' Professor Snape. You think I don't know but I do. You were one of them, that thing you called a heart wasn't there then was it, it abandoned you to go on a killing spree. Mass indulgence of the worst kind and you say I'm bad. If you think you have escaped Severus Snape then you're wrong, the torture has just begun. No matter how good you think you are at lying they'll see straight through you eventually and then when you least expect it it's all over. I'd watch you're back if I were you, there are not many people that can lie like you can, I would say you were one of the best, but there are always ways to tell, to know if the person you trust is lying to you. Your eyes may be blacker than the night but I know you have more information than you are giving to Dumbledore. He may have given you your job here but you're not completely honest with the only man that ever cut you some slack." Her tone was so relaxed, like she was doing it deliberately, just to irritate him.
His nostrils flared angrily and he lost balance, to steady himself he left his hands go off the chair using the rockers to counter act the downwards force on him. There were three options open to him: Fall back and land on his arse, fall forwards and land on her, or flap his arms about wildly trying to maintain his balance. Falling forwards wasn't an option, if he fell forwards and landed on her he wouldn't want to move let alone be able to, if he fell back she'd laugh at him and if he flapped his arms about she'd still laugh.
"What are you doing you idiot?" She said as his expression changed to that of uncertainty when he was trying to maintain a balancing act, before either of them knew it he had knocked the rocker downwards sending her in the seat forward and into him. All she did was close her eyes and hope for the best.
The next thing she knew her lips were pressed against his and Severus stood his eyes wide open unsure what the hell was happening, was this a kiss, it felt so strange.
Her eyes were still closed tightly like she was willing time to move back a little so she could wake herself up and have the whole scene rewritten from the start, or even better go back to the point she accepted the assignment at Hogwarts remove herself from the equation. Make it so everything was the way she liked it, certain dead set and... boring without him, her eyes relaxed. It didn't really make a difference if she tried to move away he was still holding her position with his feet against the rockers. She held her hands up to her sides elbows rested on either arm her clenched fists relaxing as he moved his lips slightly against hers, perhaps to gage some kind of reaction she wasn't sure, why do this now?
What are you doing? This isn't right, you were insulting each other now you're trying to get into her... literally, stop it, you have more control than this! Part of him was saying, the part of him that had morals, the part that often ran away tail between its legs.
Have you lost your mind?! The dominant part of her mind was screaming. Giving in again, submission is never an option, why do you think you ended up in that mess before? She remained where she was her lips standing their guard as he smoothed his against them making her want to leapt out of her shell and kiss him with all the passion she possessed. Am I never allowed to do what I want or must I submit to the subconscious all the time? She asked herself. The other half seemed to be in dispute about that with itself.. the internal struggle. Fall to yourself or fall to another, your choice, what do you prefer?
I have to know! Part of him was insistent, the other however didn't know what he wanted to know. What you hope to achieve? A broken nose perchance? The other half began to sound pathetic, weak willed... Does she...
This is my will, she told herself strongly responding to the soft caresses of his lips with her own, though it wasn't her, it was someone else's body, not her own, she kept forgetting that she was a fat red head with the most repugnant smile she could muster.
She isn't who you're thinking really is she? The sceptical part of him said sarcastically, it was as if his libido was on the warpath: That is what drives your crazy inside? The other half the good natured Snape the one that didn't show its face very often began to repeat over and over: It's not what is on the outside, but what is on the inside that counts... The other side was battling with him, I'd care to contest that, but wouldn't you like to find out.
He pressed his palms to hers keeping his balance by the strange euphoria he was feeling within. Then all of a sudden his feet were firmly on the floor again and he had lifted his feet from the rockers a hand extended smoothing round her face brushing some of the red flame tresses from her eyes gently before pulling away from her a smirk on his face.
"What was that for?" He said trying to sound cold again.
"That was you!" She said hotly, not so well guarded now are you...
"Me, how does that explain your lips on mine before I knew what was happening?" He said sounding slightly more irate, neither wanted at accept responsibility for what had happened.
"Well why were you trying to kiss me if that was an accident?" She said shortly.
"Why were you responding?" She went to respond but couldn't find the words, he smirked again. "Well I know your secret now Raine, why hide from Dumbledore, he can help you know," he looked at her trying to picture the woman that could knock him dead by looking at him, she got to her feet turning her head away.
"There is a bigger secret that Dumbledore already knows about me, I think that I don't need to tell him," she said Snape looked puzzled.
"Why..." he looked at her coldly. "Eenai?" She glowered at him, he smiled cruelly.
"Never ever kiss me again!" She said not bothering with his question but standing in front of him frowning like thunder. He looked into her eyes and she looked back at him her temper being played like a violin through her expression. He thought about her as she was before she turned on him, before she became afraid of him and pulled her unaware into another kiss which she didn't object to but didn't play along with either.
She pushed him lightly, like she wasn't too intent on having him away from her but knowing that the whole situation just wasn't right.
"Leave," she said her tone sad and unwilling.
"The perfect definition of hate I see you have," he said coldly.
"Well I really, really hate you!" She snapped opening her eyes a little more sharply brushing off the girly attitude she had acquired all of a sudden. She looked at him then to the door. "You've seen one of these standing still before I hope so you'll know how it opens and how to walk through it, you are a Professor after all. Good day Severus. Mention a word about this to anyone, anyone at all and your life won't even be worth living!" She said venomously, he looked back at her with a smirk.
"Good bye," he looked at the round little witch. "Raine, or should I say Eenai, as you seem to prefer?"
"Eenai is fine!" She snapped as he slammed the door.
He walked down the corridor a huge grin on his face; she stood by the door in her office her hands resting on the handle, why couldn't he leave it be... why did he have to find out? The very person I'm trying to avoid discovers my hiding place.
"Slime," she muttered. "Absolute scum!"
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* I apologise whole heartedly to anyone who reads this that is blonde, that comment was based on a generalisation and I don't mean to insult anyone. I know a lot of smart arse blondes so I know that most are not air heads, it's just what people say. Besides blonde is not a hairstyle, it's an attitude ^_~.
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Author's Note: Okay that was chapter 17 I'm not sure how to continue this, and I'm running low on ideas an suggestions? I know the end was a little sappy, and well strange but I like the way she changed her name, I thought it was rather amusing. Obvious yet not and well... I am trying to build on the romance thing, which I don't seem to do very well at all. Anyway, next chapter is going to be strange if I can figure out what to write. As usual don't forget to review because I write to see what you think, if I get no feed back how do I know whether to continue? Anyway Best be off!
I.C. Fire
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