A/N- Sorry about the long wait, I haven't had much inspiration for this story, but I think I have started to figure out where it is I am going with this.  If you want to add suggestions, I will definitely consider them… :)  Anyways, I hope that you like this chapter, and I will update as soon as I can.

Chapter 2- Confrontation

            I stared out of the window and to the lake.  It was rather odd; Albus had already known I was eavesdropping into their conversation, and before I could speak a word he forgave for my outburst, told me to try and get along with Potter, that perhaps the Ministry would come to their senses soon, and then dismissed me.  Then in a confused daze, my body directed itself here, and thus is how it is, I suppose.  Suddenly I felt that I wasn't alone, and I clenched my jaw.  Who could possibly be here, following me around this school at this time of year?  I smirked, if there was truly someone behind me, than there was only one possibility in my mind.

            "Good evening, Mr. Potter, is there something I might do for you, or are you quite content with just staring at me.  Though, I would rather hope to the former, as I don't truly have the desire, or passion, for being stared at, especially by one such as yourself." I didn't really think that he was there, but I spoke, just in the minute case that he was.  Of course if there WAS someone behind me, now that I had spoken, it bloody well BE Potter.  I was not in the mood for making myself look like the fool.

            "Oh, um, good evening Professor Sn…" He stopped himself and with a quick clearing of his voice, continued, "Severus." I clenched my fist in half surprise and turned my head to him sharply. "I did not realize that you had seen me." I raised my brow and crossed my arms.

            "If you are to call me by my name, I believe that simply Severus will do, or perhaps even Professor Snape if you must be so inclined.  Though as impressed as I am with your obvious effort with this immaculate perplexity, I would rather not be referred as Professor Severus." The boy gawked at me a moment and I smirked at him.  "Now may I ask what it is you wanted of me?"

            "I…" He ran his hand through his hair and his lips pressed into a thin line.  "I was wondering…" I rolled my eyes.  I rested on the wall next to me with a sigh, and my fingers pressed to the bridge of my nose.

            "Yes Potter?"

            "I was wondering- how did you cope with it?  I mean, how did you get over it so easily?  The death, the wrong choices, or perhaps the right ones but with bad consequences.  I…" He ran his hand through his hair again.  Oh Merlin, why me?

            "Simple, I never DID get over it.  I am just netter at not showing it." I watched him as he nearly hyperventilated.  Oh please, please just let him leave me be.

            "I let her die." He fell to his knees.  Why do I let myself get into these situations? I sighed.  "It was my fault, she didn't deserve to die, and just because I pined over her for a couple of years he though t she meant that much to me.  She did… In a way, but not like he thought."  The boy was ranting, though now I stayed fast more to actually hear what had actually happened when Voldemort went down.  We had all been in the dark about it, and I personally was a bit… Unconscious at the time.  Everyone had thought they had been alone, but had found the body of one Cho Chang when they found him at the end, so obviously they were wrong.  I raised my brow to him and he continued.

            "But I had a choice, and I… Had no choice in it.  If it were someone else, anybody else, well outside of the obvious ones, you know, Ron or Hermione, or even" I couldn't take this anymore.

            "Mr. Potter! Will you stop your incessant rambling and tell me already." He closed his eyes and then looked up at me with a strange intensity I didn't expect. I quirked my brow at him suddenly feeling uneasy.

            "It was either she, or the daughter of a traitor.  Someone of whom I had known, and perhaps even…  But that is off the subject, you obviously can tell who it was I chose.  She was innocent, and I know now that was the trap.  The trap had been Cho, and I threw him off guard, so I chose the right one, but…" He shakily stood to his feet and neared me.  With his new height and that odd intensity that I found completely uncharacteristic of him, I felt, for once, that I had the least in the imposing personalities department, between the two of us.  "I have to know something, I must…" I backed away from him a moment, I suddenly felt nervous.  What in the world was wrong with me?  Perhaps it was the news he had just told me, but it couldn't possibly be her, could it?

            "Yes, Potter?"

            "Tell me, Severus, tell me you have heard of a girl named Zheria."  The name whispered inside of my heard and my mouth went dry.

            "Zheria?" My eyes grew wide and suddenly I felt like my soul was being ripped from my body.  I hardly even noticed Potter there, his voice sounding something but the words were incoherent to me.  It was her, my sweet daughter, it was unfair.  I hadn't laid eyes on her since she was born, and HE had.  "She was supposed to be safe… It's why…" My trance was suddenly broken as I felt a hand upon my shoulder.  Potter.  I jerked out of his grip and stepped back from him.

            "I'm sorry." I clenched my jaw as anger suddenly rose within my chest in place of the empty hurt.

            "How. Dare. You.  How dare you bring her name so casually to me, you foul breathed feline.  Never, in which I do mean, never again bring her up to me again.  And how I was attempting to get along with you.  Obviously second chances are sometimes not meant to be." With that I forcefully walked past him, ignoring the single tear that fell from his eyes by my harsh words.  So be it then, he had no right.