A/N: I changed a few small things in chapter 2. There you will also find a citation to my Jack the Ripper info.
"I'm infatuated with you, my dear Evans, because you're infatuated with me and you don't understand why. Yes, I see you sneaking glances at me periodically; and your little attempts at rushing top my defense in the presence of your peers, however charming it may be, are painfully obvious. Why, you're just oozing with curiosity, aren't you?"
"You. Are. Really. Twisted. Do you know that?"
"And I'm proud of it. What do you say to a dual project."
"For History of Magic?"
"Glad to see you're still in the game. Yes. We can do a project about sex magic and theory for that course and History of Magic."
Lily shook her head. "But I haven't even signed up for it."
"Yet. Be sure to do just that first thing in the morning. It's no big deal, all who sign up will have a late start since the professor has joined us only recently." He stood quickly, threw on his robes, and scooped up his books. "Let me know what you think. Tomorrow, same time, same place." And he swept out of the library.
Within moments, Severus was in the Slytherin common room. There, Lucius was engaged in a game of wizard's chess with Edgar Lestrange.
"How did it go?" Lucius asked.
"How did what go?" Severus snapped at him.
Lucius stood and, leaving Edgar and the game, approached Severus. "Sheesh, calm down. I figured you had met up with Evans for your History of Magic project, but apparently you had a run-in with Potter and his fellow imbeciles."
"Both, actually. I think I may try a new approach with Evans."
Hearing this, Edgar drew nearer to his fellow Slytherins to listen to the full scope of Severus's plan. He imparted to them a tentative version of his plan, going into great detail parts that he was sure would be of explicit interest. Edgar chuckled to himself. "Brilliant," said he.
Lucius stared unconvinced at Severus. "You mean to tell me that you think she has this implicit desire of her own."
Severus nodded and watched his friend's expression change from unconvinced to delighted. "I knew you'd understand. It's the best way, you see. She won't put up much of a fight and the results will be long lasting."
Lucius gave Severus an envious look. "Voldemort will be so pleased. Surely, this will earn your mark."
Severus nodded, still unsure whether or not he wanted the mark. He took his leave of his housemates and trailed off to the boys' dormitory. He threw down his books, took a scalding shower, and retrieved the black journal.
8 February 1887
Alas, Persephone and I are finally wed. Unfortunately we are not yet in London. While I have a fortune in inheritance waiting for me, clearly there is much paperwork and deliberation my father's lawyer must finish before we are entitled to any of it and before I can return permanently to London. And, tragically, I had to beg my false birth certificate from Emilie, who would only trade it for a last sexual favor. So, I am legally married to Persephone in Poland, under a false name. For now, it is enough that I am away from Emilie. Master Rappaport has agreed to let us pay him for boarding one of his rooms.
It began "Dear Severino" on 14 December 1875, the night I was kidnapped. Apparently, he was writing his memoirs to me.
He revealed that my tenth birthday wasn't the first time he'd visited White Chapel (so he called those dismal black streets). He so claims that he had bedded a woman there some nine months preceding my birth. How could this be? My mother, a whore! Mrs. Snape apparently could not produce father with an heir. Until she lost a child. Bewildered, my father took to the streets in a drunken stupor. And he admitted in gruesome detail the brutal rape of a woman he encountered there. A wench of a woman at that! All my noble heritage down the drain for one nameless harlot! He does not disclose as to the magical status of said whore, but I fear the worse.
He received a telegram nine months later. "Mother" had died of the plague. Learning that he finally had an heir, he went to retrieve me and brought me back to noble Mrs. Snape to raise her as her own. All the talk of pure-bloods I heard growing up were no more than a heap of dung.
I am not pure! Any child I might produce will not be pure! I cannot bare to tell Persephone any of this, for she specifically said she'd chosen me for my noble wizard blood. So far she has been the only honest thing in my life. I'll not risk losing her. I must go now to search for a job, for it is too much for me to ask that Master Rappaport pay me for my apprenticeship and allow me to live in his house.
--Severino
Severus slowly closed the tome and sat speechless on his bed. He now felt as his great, great grandfather had: betrayed. If Severino wasn't pure this meant that he was not either.
