A/N: Mikee…you are my new best friend! You are giving me all these ideas for my story…right now I have this big gap in my head when comes to what's going on. I love you! I love Corgi, as well, seeing as she's my most faithful reviewer!
Chapter Ten: Little Girls LostSeverus sat at his desk, contemplating his life. A thing he did rarely, seeing as he didn't like to remember it. He had given up his bed to the Potter boy, and was trying to keep himself away, deciding against sleeping in the Slytherin dormitories. He idly twirled his wand in his right hand. He pondered over the conversation he had with Harry earlier that day.
He thought of how his life would have been different if he wasn't sorted into Slytherin. He wondered if he'd be here now, or in some bed in Snape Manor, in some Ministry job. He thought of each House in turn. He shuddered at the thought of being put in Gryffindor. He had a scary vision of a younger vision of himself with James Potter's and Sirius Black's arm around him saying, "Oh, we'd never hex you, you're one of us, Snivellus." simultaneously, but was more relaxed at the sight of him and Lily Evans talking comfortably in a classroom, rather than a hidden corridor.
His thoughts turned to Hufflepuff, and he shuddered once more. He pictured himself smiling and prancing around the halls in bright canary-yellow robes, giving compliments to everyone that he passed. Yellow was definitely not his colour—at least the scarlet robes looked better on him.
Then, his mind wandered to the more likely House of Ravenclaw. Of course, his nose was stuck in a book, but at least he wasn't in yellow or had James Potter's arm around him. He saw again the vision of James Potter and Sirius Black with their arms around him, and decided that he needed sleep before he started having "conversations" with them. He placed a blanket on the floor, conjured a pillow, and retrieved another blanket to cover himself with and went to sleep next to his bed, where Harry lay, still asleep.
The next morning, Harry awoke feeling a lot better, though with a slight headache. He looked around to make sure that Professor Snape was not around. "Coast clear, good," he thought, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Argh!" Harry's feet hit something that definitely was not the floor. He looked down and saw Professor Snape underneath his feet.
"Potter, would you mind getting off of me before you get detention on the first day of school?" he asked, seemingly trying to keep his anger in check. Harry hopped off of his Potions professor, who sat up. Harry was making way to the door when a voice stopped him, "No, Potter, back in bed." Harry rolled his eyes, but turned around and sat up in Snape's bed, still trying not to think of where he was. "I'm bored!" Harry complained, once Snape had come back from changing into dark green robes. "Wow, he does know he colours of the rainbow…well, one at least." Harry thought to himself.
"Read a book," Snape said, "do your homework."
"Oh, right. Where's my trunk?" Harry asked, remembering that he no longer had to hide the fact that he was doing his homework.
"In your Gryffindor dormitory."
"Can I go get it?" Harry asked.
"No, I'll send a house-elf to get it."
"Fine," Harry answered, "can I send letters?"
"No. They could be intercepted."
Harry groaned. Looked like a day full of homework. He started to work on his History of Magic essay, which took about an hour when he heard a knock at the door. Snape had already gone, but Harry got up and answered the door.
He saw Professor Feenland slowly move her head from about Snape's height to his. "Hi, Harry, I was wondering how you were doing. Where's Severus?"
"I don't know," Harry answered, "I'm fine. Bored to death, but fine. Do we even have to do our Defence Against the Dark Arts essays that Moody assigned us?"
"Yes, I don't see why not. Why don't you let me help you with it?"
"Okay!" Harry answered a bit enthusiastically. The essay was over defence techniques in battle, which Professor Feenland was more than willing to help, while sharing stories of duels and battles in Germany.
Professor Feenland was now helping Harry on his Charms essay, when Snape came in. "Have either of you seen Severa?" he asked.
"Check with Thespia, I think they might have gotten together to go on a walk, at least, that's what they told me," Professor Feenland answered.
It was the morning after Harry nearly killed himself. Severa decided to go on a walk around the grounds, and after dressing in dark blue robes, she went to find Thespia, who joined Severa. After going up to the Astronomy Tower, quite on accident though, they decided to wander about outside. They went first to the lake, and sat down.
"So," Thespia said to break the silence, "why are you just coming to school here if your father teaches, or did he just start teaching here?"
"No, he's taught here a while. I just lived with my mum, and she didn't want me anywhere near my dad."
"Oh, I see. We lived in Germany for as long as I remember, English-speaking, but still living in Germany. I know some German. And when my mum came to teach here, I got to switch schools. I didn't much like my German school. Sometimes people would speak German around me just to make me angry, because I didn't know it that well. I was never really popular. One of my friends, Anneleise, would translate for me if they said anything mean. She's the only person I really miss from Germany."
"So, why were in Germany?" Thespia asked.
"My mum's job. She was a Verteidigen des Lichtes, a sort of…oh, what do you call it here? Anti-Dark Arts fighter—"
"Auror?" Severa asked helpfully.
"Yeah, that's it, thanks."
"Why Germany?" Severa asked curiously.
"I dunno," Thespia answered with a shrug, suddenly becoming fascinated with the lake, "my mum was originally from America, and we moved to Germany." Severa now picked up on the American accent behind the attempted British one. Thespia stood up and started to walk towards the forest. Severa followed her, neither of them knowing that it was called the Forbidden Forest, and therefore, entering without a second thought.
The forest was strange, the girls heard things rustling in the trees, but after turning their head towards the strange sounds, they grew accustomed to it, though still a bit unnerved.
"So," Thespia began, again breaking the silence, "what are you leaving back wherever you're from?"
"Well, my mum lives in Britain, but I went to Durmstrang. I'm leaving nothing I'll really miss. Pretty much, a lot of kids obsessed with purity of blood and Dark Arts." Severa said with a shrug. "Well, there were some good people, but it's like…" Severa bit her lip to try to make an analogy, "a lot of them could have gone to Hogwarts, but their parents are against Dumbledore and his cause. A lot of them also have pureblood families, Hogwarts accepts the most Mugglborns of just about any Magical school, but I think there's one American all-Muggleborn school. And my mum is a Dark Arts fanatic. I was supposed to become a Death Eater when I got back, which is why I decided to move to my father's, even though he's never really been a father to me. Just a place I go each summer." Severa bit her lip. She had not confessed this much to a single soul. Well, some to her father, but she'd never been able to talk to anyone before in her life.
"Oh, I'm glad you're hear though. I'm not the only newbie. Rather convenient that we should move here the same year. I'm sorry about your mum. Did you have any real friends at Durmstrang?"
"Not really," Severa answered quietly.
"I'm sorry about that. I'm sure you'll make a load of new friends here. I guess you were just in the wrong place."
Severa smiled a thanks, and was about to speak her thanks when a padded hand covered her and Thespia's mouths. They struggled against the creature, which had a triangular head and a long snout. It dragged them, running on two legs into a not so deep cave.
"Did they say where they were going?" Severus prompted.
"No, they just said 'out', they didn't say where they were going."
"Harry, have you told either of them anything about the Forbidden Forest?" Snape asked.
"No, it hasn't come up or anything."
Snape swore, Harry gaped, and Feenland looked worried. "I'm going to look for them," Harry said quickly exiting.
"I'll come," Aeria said, standing up.
"No," Severus snapped, then added more softly, "please, stay with Harry, I'll send for you if I need your help."
"Fine," Aeria answered, as a large, powerful-looking owl flew in, offering a letter to her. She read through it, and by the time she was finished she had a suspicious look on her face.
"Who's it from, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Call me Aeria while we're not in class," Aeria answered, "and my friend Monica Harrison. We went to school together in America. Tell me, were you and Professor Snape in America at any time?" she asked.
"No, wait, yeah, I think."
"Well, the FBMI is after you."
"FBMI?" Harry asked.
"Federal Bureau of Magical Investigations. Monica's newest case is your Professor Snape and yourself. Is he really your godfather?"
"N—yes. I just learned a while ago," Harry answered. "We're being hunted by the FBMI?" Harry asked with a laugh.
"Yes, I'll have to get in touch with Monica. Tell her about everything."
"Professor—Aeria, you can't!"
"Why not? She'll find it hilarious!"
"Think not of the humour, think of Professor Snape and I!" Harry answered.
"Oh, nothing will happen to you, Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore might have to bail him out of American jail, but other than that, should be fine," Aeria answered with a slight grin on her face.
Harry smiled slightly as Aeria took a quill and parchment from Snape's desk, and wrote back to her friend, and sent it off with the owl, giving it a treat left over from their lunch.
A/N: He he he, evil cliffie!!! Muahahaha!
Much, much thanks to Corgi with help with the end, and thanks be to
Mikee for help with the beginning! I
don't know what I would do without you two, thanks for the brill ideas!
Oh, and for those who wish for more Harry/Severus bonding, I hope to have more
the next chapter.