TITLE: The Heir of Snape [ decided to drop the Harry Potter and the - thing ]
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
EMAIL: Bloodflame013@aol.com
CATEGORY: Romance
SUB CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: PG- 13 [clearing this up - for language, backstabbing, manipulation, stalking, implied sex down the road, not very nice, huh? ]
A/N: Again, I own nothing aside from Lena, and other created characters I credit to their original creators. Nero credited to myself, Angel Raye to my close friend Angel, Nicole Azoff to my friend Nicole, and Stephanie Leoncour to my sister Stephanie.
Chapter Five: Diligent Animosity
Dinner time rolled around, as Lena and Nicole walked into the Great Hall a bit later than intended. The girls were talking about something, which clearly was to Lena's liking, as she was giggling.
"Oh, I know. I hope that he picks me for the team…" Lena said quietly, as she looked around the hall at the students seated at their tables. Nicole leaned closer to her as they walked.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be surprised if he picked you. Draco was pissed that Marcus was even letting anyone else try out…"
"Are you serious?" Lena inquired. She was a bit shocked at that, why would Draco care whether she was on the team or not? It wasn't that big of a deal was it?
"Dead serious." Nicole said, "Angel was shocked to hell by his attitude toward Flint. You know, so was I. I think he might just like you…"
"Oh come on…" Lena said, rolling her eyes. "It's only the first day of school…"
The girls sat down at the Slytherin table, with Angel, Stephanie, Goyle, Crabbe, Marcus, Joshua, and Draco. Nero was a bit down the table, looking a little too happy for his own good. He saw Lena looking at him, and he waved to her with a smile. Being polite to an extent, Lena gave a respectful nod and smile in his direction, sitting down next to Stephanie.
"Did VanBuren get laid or something?" Lena asked, as Stephanie began snickering. Lena smirked. "I mean, seriously, if he could smile any broader he'd break his face. It's pretty irritating…" Angel glanced down the table, noticing Nero was talking to a girl named Annabelle ( 'Anna' ) Cooper, a friend of Marcus'.
"He might be happy because of Anna. After all, she's a lovely girl. She's one he hasn't bedded as well…"
"No; he was like that before Anna." Stephanie intercepted, shaking her head. "It really is annoying. I wish he'd just, stop smiling. It's going to ruin Slytherin's reputation." She said with a half chuckle, which caused Nicole, Lena and Angel to laugh a bit.
After dinner, Lena started out of the Great Hall, but heard her voice being called from behind her. She turned around, and Oliver was trying to catch up to her. She smiled softly, walking up to him.
"Hey…" She said, and Oliver returned her smile.
"Evenin' luv…I 'eard you tried out for the Quidditch team today." He said, and she nodded, taking a deep breath.
"I did. I haven't heard though whether I got it or not."
"Knowin' you the way I do, I would bank on the fact you did." He said, placing his arm around her shoulder. She shook her head, giggling softly.
"You know me, Oliver. I have too much ambition for my own damned good." They were walking down the hallway together, which got a few eyes and sharp glances from people who didn't know they were related. "So how was your first day of classes?"
"Boring. I kept drifting to the pitch." He said, before shrugging. "Mentally, anyway."
"Ah, how typical." She smiled, "Nothing fun what so ever?" She asked, and he raised an eyebrow.
"If you think there's anythin' fun about Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Arithmacy, by all means…tell me!" Lena laughed, leaning her head against Oliver's shoulder.
"Okay, I get your point. But you need to have somewhat of a positive attitude?"
"Who are you to talk 'bout a positive attitude?" Oliver asked, chuckling quietly as they made it to the stairs. "I'm goin' to do that stupid DADA homework I got. You want me to walk you to the dungeons or are ya okay?"
"I'm okay, Oliver. I'll see you around okay hun?" She said, kissing his cheek lightly, breaking away from him. "Love ya."
"I love ya too." Oliver said, heading up the stairs slowly. Lena walked toward the dungeons, for the first time since she arrived at Hogwarts she was alone. She walked down the dungeon passage, but she heard something behind her. Someone humming? She turned around, and there walking behind her was Nero VanBuren, still on cloud 9.
"Hey Lena!" he said cheerfully, walking up to her as she had stopped with a bemused smile on her face.
"Hi Nero." She replied somberly.
"How's it going, girl? Everything good?"
"So far, so good." She said, as she picked back up walking toward the common room entrance. Muttering the password, Lena walked into the porthole leading into the common room, Nero following right behind her with a smile, which caused a few glances from the students who were already in the room. Angel, Nicole, and Stephanie included.
Lena walked over, sitting on one of the black leather sofas with Stephanie, as Nero walked over to one of the tables with Marcus and Joshua. Lena rolled her eyes a bit as she got comfortable.
"Is he being a pest, again?" Angel asked, as Lena shrugged.
"I'm doing my best to ignore him…" She said softly, looking toward Angel. "There's something just, not right. I can feel it."
"That must really be hard, you know?" Stephanie said, and Lena looked at her strangely. "Feeling that…you know…other people's feelings."
"It's a blessing and a curse…really." Lena said, sullenly. "But I deal with it okay."
"Ah, that's understandable." Stephanie said with a nod.
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Bedtime came swiftly, and the girls and boys alike went to their respective dormitories. As all were sleeping, a figure was creeping around the girls dormitory - cloaked and covered completely. A note was left on Lena's bedside table, that read the following.
Lena Snape;
Things are not as they seem. You are not as invincible as you may think. Times are changing, people are changing, and most of all your standing is changing. Watch your step, choose your words carefully, and never miss a beat - you're being watched, and watched closely. Don't be scared, behave. Or else, that change could see you in it's wake. And if you tell anyone about this note, your fate will come sooner. Are you willing to take a chance on that? Go ahead and tell daddy dearest…you won't like the outcome. I'm always with you.
Signed with love;
Your caretaker.
Caretaker was all that was signed. No name, no nothing. The handwriting was disguised by a spell, all tracks were covered. Fingerprints were not even an option, as the figure had clearly used gloves to ensure nothing would come off or rub off. There was no way to find out who left the threatening note to the girl.
When morning rolled around, Lena slowly opened her eyes, dreary, as it was still dark inside the dormitory. There was a few rays of the early morning sun shining into the dormitory, which gave just the right amount of light enough needed to get up and not run into anything. Lena grabbed the hair tie from her nightstand, and looked confused as she saw a sheet of folded parchment on her table. She picked it up, and started to the door - heading into the common room, she wondered who would be leaving her notes while she slept first things.
As she read it, her face turned pale. More pale than her usual. She crumpled up the piece of parchment, and threw it into the fireplace that was burning, glancing around the common room to make sure nobody had saw her. She was being watched? She felt cold, a moment of paranoia began to shake her, as she sighed, sitting down on one of the leather sofas. She was still in her pajamas, of a pair of pink and black silk pajama pants and a plain black tank top with "Bad Kitty" written across it in pink lettering with little ears on the "B". She pulled her knees up to her chest, as she placed her chin on her raised knees, closing her eyes. She felt a hand touch her cool skin, and she nearly jumped right out of it - as she glanced up quickly. Nero VanBuren raised his hands swiftly into the defensive position.
"Damn girl, are you okay?"
Lena exhaled deeply, shaking her head. "No, but I'll be okay, Nero." She said discreetly, but Nero looked a little concerned. He walked around the couch, sitting down next to her.
"Hey…you can talk to me." He said, running his hand along hers. "I won't tell anyone…"
"I can't talk about this, Nero." Her tone was quiet, and Nero shook his head a bit, pulling her closer to him. She leaned her head against his shoulder as he held her close to him, and he rested his head against hers.
"No matter what it is…when you feel like you can talk about it, let me know okay?" He said, and she nodded faintly.
"Okay…"
Nero rocked Lena in his arms, and she closed her eyes again. She actually felt safe in his arms, but that wasn't even the bad part. A few people had walked into the common room, a couple Slytherin's Lena wasn't too familiar with, Marcus, Joshua, and then Draco. Draco saw Nero and Lena on the sofa, and his eyes narrowed.
"Well well, isn't this bloody romantic…" Draco hissed quietly under his breath, which caused Nero to glance back, a smirk on his face. More of a, victorious smile as he shrugged.
"Mornin' everyone." Nero said with a smile, which caused Lena to look up, confused. Her confusion faded, as she glanced at Draco, who was still glaring at Nero. Lena slid out of Nero's grasp, and Nero looked a little distraught by that, but decided against following her.
She walked back toward the girl's dormitory, trying to regain her composure. She was even more shaken now - Draco wasn't mad but furious. Her chest was tight, and the pain on her face was evident as she walked back into the more lit girl's dormitory. As she did, she sat down on her bed, holding her chest taking a few deep breathes. Stephanie, who was trying to find something in her trunk, saw Lena's face stricken with pain and uneasy.
"Lena?"
She didn't reply, she just looked at the floor. Stephanie walked over, sitting on the bed beside her. Her concern high, as she looked at Lena seriously.
"Lena…"
Slowly glancing up, Lena looked at Stephanie. "…What?"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing…my chest hurts…"
There was a knock at the door of the girl's dormitory, and Stephanie pulled out her wand. With a small flick of her wrist, the door opened slowly, and she put her wand back away, rubbing Lena's arms as she pulled her into a hug.
"Come in…"
After a quick glance around, and a few swift steps, Draco stepped into the girl's dormitory, closing it behind him, hoping he hadn't been saw.
"You and I need to talk…" Draco said, directed at Lena, who was leaning against Stephanie.
"Draco can't this wait?" Stephanie said sharply, as Lena took a jagged breath in. It even hurt her to breathe.
"What's wrong with her…?" He asked quietly, blinking a little as he walked over. He knelt down in front of where the girls' sat, looking up at her. "Lena?"
"I can't…talk…not now…" She said, stifling a pained sob. There was something more wrong than just Draco's anger. She couldn't even place her finger on it. It was beyond her repertoire, and she didn't know how to handle it. Draco shot a look at Stephanie, who looked a little stunned.
"I should go get Madam Pomfrey - no…Professor Snape!" Stephanie exclaimed, but Lena shook her head, taking a deep breath in, and then exhaled.
"No. Don't. I'm fine." She said, swallowing hard. "It just, hurt…"
"What hurt, luv?" Draco asked, and she held onto her chest.
"Just, so much pain…and I have a bad feeling…"
Draco frowned lightly, as Stephanie took Lena's hands into hers, pulling her to her feet. Stephanie looked like a worried sister, the over-protective type, as she made Lena look at her.
"Are you sure you don't want to go see Madam Pomfrey?" Stephanie asked, and Lena gave a nod.
"I'm fine now…" she said, looking toward Draco - who was getting back to his feet slowly. "What did you want, Draco?"
"Nothing, it can wait." He said, brushing off the knee of his pant leg. "At least until you feel better."
"I'm fine, Draco. What was the matter?" Lena asked; and Stephanie blinked softly.
"I'll uh- just let you two talk…I'll be just outside. If you need me yell." She said to Lena, and Lena gave a nod. Stephanie slipped out of the dormitory, and Lena turned toward Draco.
"Now, what's wrong?"
"I'm not one to sound, jealous, you know." Draco said quietly, surely, and Lena gave a nod. "I saw your 'thing' with Nero…in the common."
"It wasn't a thing, he was just trying to make me feel better. To say the least, he failed."
Lena crossed her arms against her chest, her eyes shifting away from Draco's grey gaze. Draco extended his hand, placing his thumb under her chin, and his index finger against it, turning her face to look at him. She tried to divert her eyes, but he wouldn't allow it.
"Something's not right." He said, tilting his head. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Draco." She said, trying to turn away from him. He placed his hands on the upper part of her arms, turning her back toward him.
"Then look me in the eye and say that…"
"Draco come on." She said, looking up at him. "What do you care anyway? I'm nothing to you. I'm just a new girl. Just some petty replacement into this god fors-"
"Petty replacement?" He intercepted her sentence, his expression contorted into annoyance, which caused her to cringe lightly. She felt that all too familiar pulsating in her chest, and with him touching her she could feel his feelings more. She broke away from him.
"Yeah, you heard me. I don't recall stuttering."
"You just need to relax." Draco said sternly, looking her over momentarily. Looking back into her emerald eyes, he raised an eyebrow. "Maybe some people here think you're more than a replacement. You know." He said, before arching both eyebrows inquisitively. "You just need to re-think your priorities, and you really need to think about where you stand, Lena."
"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were threatening me." She said, opening the door to the dormitory. "I have to ask you to remove yourself from my room, though. I have to get dressed." She watched as he started out, and she turned around, walking back into the room fully. Stephanie slipped back into the room, but Draco grabbed Stephanie's arm, pulling her toward him.
"Tell her we'll speak later…"
"Okay." Stephanie said quickly, going back into the room. She shut the door, and Lena released a frustrated groan.
"I hate the male species, sometimes. Do you know that?" She said, and Stephanie shrugged a little.
"So do I. What a surprise." She half smiled, as she caught the tank top Lena threw at her head. Stephanie laughed. "What's wrong?"
"Draco! He sends so many mixed signals. One minute he's a jerk, the next he shows compassion? THEN the next, he tries to be superior. Some fucking people!" She exclaimed, putting on her uniform blouse.
"You sound like a married woman complaining about her husband's attitude…" Stephanie said, but quickly input a "No offense…" Lena groaned.
"None taken." She quickly changed from her pajama pants to her uniform skirt, then sat on her bed. Pulling up her stockings to her knees, she glanced up at Stephanie. "Why does there have to be so much bloody drama already?"
Stephanie chuckled, handing Lena her shoes. "Good question. But I'm tellin' ya…it would be a whole lot more boring without it."
"I'm just, so annoyed by it." She put on one of her shoes, tying the laces as she talked. "I'm starting to think that Draco is suffering from mindless self indulgence. Then again, that's just me."
Stephanie was trying to stifle a laugh as Lena continued to vent about Draco. She just nodded, did her best to hide the smile that was tugging at the corner of her mouth, and listened.
"Do you think I'm being too melodramatic?"
"What?" Stephanie asked, before shaking her head. "Oh, yeah. I mean no…I mean…what was the question?" Lena started to chuckle, as she stood up.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be venting on you, hon." Lena said, hugging Stephanie lightly. "Come on. Let's go before we miss breakfast…"
There was about 5 minutes before breakfast, when Harry was meeting someone in the broomstick cupboard. The person was hidden by Harry's invisibility cloak, so they wouldn't be seen, and Harry made it look like he was just looking for something as he hid his face to talk.
"So this is the plan. He'll keep them occupied, and we'll use the cloak. We just need to keep scaring her. Scare her right into his arms…again. And for good."
The way it sounded, Harry was talking about what happened to Lena Snape. The mysterious note. Could the person that was hidden have been the one to sneak into the girl's dormitory and leave the note?
"Understand?"
The figure reached out of the cloak, patting Harry's shoulder with a gloved hand as a solid 'yes' for answer. Harry smiled, nodding. "You can just leave the cloak with Ron. Give him this…" Harry handed the person a piece of parchment. "He'll know. Don't let Hermione see you though, she'll have a fit…"
The door of the broomstick cupboard opened again, and after the invisibility cloaked figure was out, Harry walked out, closing the door. He felt a certain amount of fulfillment in all of this, but that soon faded as he looked up at the stairs. He was expecting in a few moments, to see Hermione and Ron. But what he saw was Draco Malfoy, and Lena Snape. Stephanie was on one side of Lena, her arm around Lena's shoulder as Lena was laughing softly.
"Yeah, well don't you dare tell Draco what he wants to know…either." Lena said sternly, yet she was still laughing, as Draco raised an eyebrow.
"What? Steph; you have to. What was she complaining about?"
"The fact you're not putting out." Stephanie's face was straight, her tone was serious, but Lena's eyes grew wider.
"Stephanie!" She exclaimed, as Draco smirked, more of a devious one, as he placed his arm around Lena's shoulder. Lena whimpered quietly, shaking her head. "Draco, that's so not true."
"You know, luv, I probably wouldn't mind if it was. You might just need to ask real nice…"
Lena went to say something, but…she just closed her mouth. Shaking her head a little, trying to resist laughing. She didn't expect Draco to joke about something…something like that. But he was going along with it. As the entered the Great Hall, Harry grumbled, shaking his head.
"This is going to be more difficult than I had imagined…" He hissed quietly, as he waited just outside of the Great Hall for Hermione and Ron to come down.
Breakfast came around, and Lena, Stephanie, Draco, Angel, and Nicole sat with Marcus, talking about Quidditch. Marcus was about to tell her whether or not she had made the Quidditch team.
"Now let me get this straight, Flint…" Lena said, rubbing her temple lightly. "You mean to tell me that-"
"Marcus…" Draco said sternly, "You ARE kidding right? Goyle over her?!"
Marcus tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it. He grinned, glancing from Nicole, to Angel, who were giggling, and back at where Lena was sitting between Stephanie and Draco.
"I'm kidding, you made it."
"Jerk!" Lena exclaimed with a laugh as she smiled at Draco. Draco smirked smugly at Marcus and Lena leaned over, actually hugging him. "Thank you…" She whispered into his ear, and he nodded, rubbing her back as he hugged her.
"My pleasure."
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, trying his best not to scream. This was ruining his plan; and he looked at Nero, who was shooting darts with his eyes at where Draco and Lena were hugging. As they parted, Lena had a smile on her face still, as she stood up, looking over toward the Gryffindor table. She was looking for Oliver. Oliver was told by Lee Jordan of Lena's looking over, and as he looked back at her she smiled.
"I made it!" She yelled to him, and he gave her a thumbs up with a smile.
"Congratulations luv!" He yelled back, which caused Professor Dumbledore to look up with confused. Lena smiled at Oliver, then looked to Professor Dumbledore, shrugging it off that he was giving her a look as to say 'quiet down'. She scoffed quietly.
"Trying to ruin my fun." She grumbled quietly, which caused Draco to smirk.
"Your fun will come when you get on that pitch, luv…" He said, chuckling a bit. "You can mark my words."
"Don't forget, tonight at 5, we have practice. Sharp." Marcus said, just before Professor McGonagall tapped her glass, and breakfast was underway.
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The day seemed to pass by all too quickly. Whether it be the anticipation of being done with them [classes], or the first day of Quidditch practice, it was hard to really tell. But as soon as Arithmacy let out at 4:45, it was a straight run to the dungeons for the Slytherin Quidditch team. Angel and Nicole brought Lena to the girl's dormitory, where they had waiting for her a Slytherin Quidditch uniform.
"Okay, now you get changed, and we'll be off to the pitch." Angel said cheerfully, as Lena proceeded to change from her work robes. Whoever picked out the size, picked it right, because the uniform fit perfectly.
"You guys ready?" Lena asked, as she pulled her long black hair back into a pony tail, and Nicole smirked, handing Lena her broomstick.
"No time like the present. Besides, if we're not out there exactly at 5...which is only a couple minutes off, Marcus is going to have a royal conniption."
"Without question." Angel chimed in.
The girls left the dormitory, and Stephanie was waiting in the common room. The girls walked out of the dungeons, and into the welcome hall. As they left the castle, heading out toward the pitch, Stephanie and Lena got on her broom, as Angel and Nicole got on their own respectively. They were almost late for practice, and there was no sense of making Marcus angry on the first day of practice. As they arrived at practice, the entire team as a whole was there… Draco, Nero, Joshua, Marcus, and then Angel, Nicole and Lena. Stephanie sat with a few of the other Slytherin students, as practice commenced.
Harry was sitting out by the lake, with Ron - Hermione was no where to be found. He was smirking, for once, which was something Harry rarely had any point to do. Ron had a nice grin on his face to boot - something was definitely in the making.
"We have everything all sorted out. Tonight we'll get another note into the dormitory. I heard from a very reliable source she was scared half to death."
"That's bloody hilarious. I mean, I would probably be weirded out if someone did it to me…" He paused, shrugging. "But Snakes have no feelings." He said snakes opposed to Snape's, which caused Harry to smile.
"That's the attitude. If only we could sway Hermione…she could help with the spells…" He grumbled something which caused Ron to look confused. "We can't use potions. I'm sure she knows every last one of them…"
"Maybe even some we haven't heard of…"
"One of the major downfalls of going against the Potions master's daughter…" Harry spat out with a shudder. "I just hope the note works, this time it's written in blood…"
"Real blood?!" Ron asked, eyes widened. "Wicked…"
"Well, yeah…I had a vile given to me…" Ron raised an eyebrow. "VanBuren got it…in Knockturn Alley. Thought it would be helpful…"
"Ah…well…if you're looking to scare the bloody hell out of someone, I'm sure it will."
"I'm still having trouble believing we're working together on this…" Harry said, shaking his head as he folded his Transfiguration book closed. "Not really a bad idea, though." Ron popped a few Bertie Botts every flavour beans in his mouth, shaking his head.
"Good for business." He said in a muffled tone.
"Come on, we need to meet Nero and…well…" he sort of smirked, and Ron gave an understanding nod. "Astronomy tower…after he gets done Quidditch…"
"You want me to tag along?"
"You can if you want." Harry said with a half smile. "I mean, do you think we could get Ginny to keep Hermione occupied?"
"So she doesn't ask questions you mean?" Ron asked, and Harry gave a slight nod. "I'll just tell Ginny to…" He paused as he began thinking…putting a few more beans in his mouth. Harry rolled his eyes slightly, as Ron had a brainstorm. "Got it!" he grumbled through his chewing. "Studying!"
"Ginny could ask for help on her Transfiguration…or even Potions…because Hermione would gladly assist…" Harry said with a smile. But it soon turned to a frown. "I really hate using Hermione like this though…"
"You want her to know your sudden pro-Slytherin-ness?" Ron asked; and Harry shook his head. "Didn't think so, mate. Best bet is to play it off, you know…just, I'll talk to Ginny…I'm sure she'll do it. She'll do anything for you." Harry blushed, rolling his eyes. "Don't act so shy…you knew that." Ron said smugly.
It had just rolled around 5:45 pm, and dinner was about ready to start when the Slytherin students made their way into the Great Hall. Not everyone was in the hall, almost, though. It didn't seem strange, considering they had just finished practice, but in the Astronomy Tower - Harry, Nero, Ron, and a figure that was still cloaked, were meeting.
"So Hermione's tended to?" Harry asked Ron, and Ron nodded, munching a few Bertie Botts beans. He managed to gurgle an answer though.
"Ginny asked her for help in Potions. I didn't even have to convince her to! Talk about coincidence…"
"Hey man, toss me one of those vanilla ones would ya?" Nero said to Ron, and Ron seemed to gladly extended his box of beans toward Nero. Nero took a couple, putting them in his mouth. "Sweet, thanks. Anyway. So what's the plan here…how are we going to convince Lena that Draco is, well…a bitch?"
"That's the easy part…" Harry said surely, "The hard part is going to be continuously scaring her into your arms."
"Oh, man, I can so help with that." Nero replied with a smirk. "I've got a pretty twisted head on my shoulders…I can think of some really sweet ideas. Couldn't you?" Nero asked the hooded figure, and they gave a nod. They remained silent, though.
"So it's settled. The notes, just a start. Then the spells…I'm sure we can get away with that well enough…"
"I can get away with a lot." Nero intercepted, with a cocky smile. "Professor Snape just loves me…considering he's the head of my house, it's all good."
"I doubt he'll like you much if he finds out the details to our little, plot…don't you agree?" Harry asked with a smile, which caused Nero to laugh a bit.
"Potter, who's likely to find out?" Nero asked, as he looked out of the window in the tower. There was hardly anyone around. "We should head to dinner though…don't want to all walk in at the same time, y'know? That would look…um, odd."
The foursome split up, Ron and Harry leaving after Nero, waited, then waited for the cloaked figure to go. There was no way now that their plan could be ruined - after all who was going to find out anything about it? Nero wasn't talking, he had as much ridding on this as Harry did, if not more considering the Malfoy Family. Then again, Harry would have to deal with Snape…there wasn't a pretty picture. He'd be suspended for sure if Professor Snape found out his plans. The thoughts brought a smirk to Harry's face - how would he find out? After all…Lena Snape wasn't talking…not to mention she was completely oblivious as well………
Author's Note: There's chapter 5. I hope y'all are enjoying this twisted little what have you. There will be more to come, hopefully sooner than this chapter came about.