Author Notes:

Hello! I do not own any rights to anything Harry Potter. All credit goes to JK Rowling. I do not own anything that is familiar. If you think you've read it, it likely came from the books. I did a bit of hybrid writing - book and movie depending on personal preference. This is my first Snape fic and I'm just utterly in love with what's in my head and I hope you all are too. Please vote and comment!

I will try to put warnings at the beginning of chapters if they are particularly dark, but in general expect graphic smut, violence and language.
There will eventually be some rough sex, torture, con/non con and possible rape. I will warn before these but there will be some dark aspects to this tale
NSFW

Title Note:
The title is a song from the band Texas, which Alan Rickman appeared in two of her music videos so here's a little nod at that

Thank you to celestialsister0918 for being amazing, helping me edit, and keeping me inspired!

Character note:
I like to imagine my OC, Olivia as Olivia Wilde. I just think she is beautiful and sassy.

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Late August 1994

Lecherous students... probably roving about the castle hoping for a snog or a quick shag. Severus Snape plopped down in his office chair and accioed his glass of deep, red wine. He was in his office, deep in the Hogwarts dungeons, the need to tie up some loose ends with his curriculum and potion stores before the start of term in a few days kept him awake. The usually irascible wizard was enjoying his last few days of blissful quiet before the dunderheads returned. This year would be the worst by far. Albus Dumbledore had just held the usual start of term staff meeting the other day, during which time the plans for the Triwizard Tournament were laid out. In addition to his usual professorial duties, he now had extra supervisory duties and night patrols thanks to the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang visitors. He hated that he felt so out of control of his own life. Severus was a highly intelligent and powerful wizard. Why he was still teaching, he didn't know. His brilliance was wasted on the youth, and he was unable to ever have a truly fresh start, as no doubt, every year his reputation preceded him.

Sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasy-haired dungeon bat. He was well aware of how students, and likely staff viewed him. He was quite spiteful, but who wouldn't turn out that way after suffering the way he had, for as long as he had. It's amazing he had any social skills at all! But potions were a passion of his. He could deal with the inconvenience of the young students because by the time they were ready to take their OWLs or NEWTs, it was obvious who would be successful and who held a similar passion for the subject. Severus was able to take some pride in that at least.

The professor was lost in thought before he was abruptly pulled out of his own mind with a tingle to his left forearm. At first, he felt like there was something crawling on him, beneath his sleeve. He swatted at his forearm but when no relief came, he wanted to take a look. He had an overwhelming sense of doom and was beginning to tremble from the angst he was feeling. His usually nimble fingers struggled to pop the numerous black, cloth covered buttons through their slits. When he was finally able to pull up his sleeve, all the blood drained from his face, and he could taste the bile threatening to spill from his mouth. His dormant Dark Mark was awakening.

Well, shit.

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Olivia Wright was excitedly unpacking her belongings in her chambers deep in the Pyrénèes. The young witch was getting ready to start her 4th year as a Mediwitch for the Beauxbatons. The school year would start on the first of September, and she would be second in command of the hospital wing. However, this term would be short for her and about a dozen others because soon they would be traveling to the Scottish Highlands to participate in the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This would be exciting, indeed, because the Beauxbatons were only one win behind Hogwarts' record. Olivia was granted permission from Madame Maxime to travel with them, in the off chance any of the students would need medical care. She was sure, of course, that the hosting castle would have more than adequate medical care, but she wasn't about to let an opportunity to go to Scotland pass her by.

Olivia enjoyed traveling and seeing new countries. She had been born in America to a magical father and a no-Maj mother and enjoyed her upbringing dearly. At around age 8, she had discovered that she was in fact, a witch, having demonstrated some accidental magic to stop her fall from the top of a tree she was climbing. Her father had sat her and her mother down to discuss her new powers and what this would mean for her. Olivia's parents had decided to home school her until it was time for her Hogwarts letter to arrive. Before her 11th birthday, she had been relocated with her family to France, due to her father's new promotion as an ambassador within the French Ministry of Magic. Finally, her letter came for her magic education to begin, but instead of Hogwarts, she received her letter from the French school, the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Here she was, 14 years after the start of her magical education - traveling as a bright and successful Mediwitch to Hogwarts to help with the infamous Triwizard Tournament. She had never been more excited in her life.

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SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUDDITCH WORLD CUP.

Severus petulantly crumbled the Daily Prophet as the headline glowered at him. He brought his index finger and thumb up to the bridge of his nose to knead away the tension and panic that was starting to form. He looked at the Dark Mark twinkling in the photographs.

Fucking Malfoy.

The Death Eaters had been practically nonexistent after the fall of the Dark Lord almost 13 years ago. Severus had, however, kept in contact with some members; specifically, Lucius Malfoy. Lucius had been like a big brother to him in Hogwarts. They met when Severus started school and Lucius was a fifth year. Although Severus was a half-blood, Lucius surprisingly cast aside his blood purity values due to Severus' advanced knowledge of the Dark Arts. In fact, Lucius' fondness for him was part of the reason Tom Riddle sought Severus out.

The other week, the two wizards had gotten together for a fire whiskey, as they had done throughout the years, and Lucius told Severus that their old friends were itching to stir the pot a bit, since it had been a while since any activity had been done.

Severus was able to talk his way out of participation since the school year was getting ready to start, but he honestly couldn't believe Lucius had gone through with it.

How many people had seen him at the World Cup?

He had better have one hell of an alibi for the time of the attacks.

Even though Severus himself had developed a distaste for the Death Eaters, Lucius was very dear to him, and he didn't want to lose him to Azkaban. He'd make a mental note to send an owl over to check in on his brother.

Right now, he had duties for the headmaster to prepare for the sorting ceremony that would take place within the next few nights.

He finished off his morning cuppa, donned his frock coat over his crisp, linen shirt, and strode out of the room. He'd go without his teaching robes until the students arrived.

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October 1994

The start of term had been relatively uneventful. Potter and his merry band of morons hadn't gotten into too much trouble so far. The main issue was Moody. The damned ex-auror was even more mad than his nickname had suggested. Maybe it was Snape's own paranoia due to the periodic squirming he felt beneath his mark, but Moody seemed to keep a close eye on him. The lunatic had even seemed to develop a drinking problem. The wizard kept the flask on him at all times and had no issues suckling at it in front of the students and staff.

Towards the end of the month, the students started to grow restless waiting for the arrival of the visitors. Ever since Dumbledore posted the notice of their arrival, the students were completely unfocused. Frankly, Severus was sour that his class was being cut short. He was very much looking forward to testing Potter's antidote.

He sneered, lost in his thoughts in the teacher's lounge. To say Snape wasn't looking forward to seeing Karkaroff would be a gross understatement, so when all the students would rush out to see the grossly overcompensating ship emerge and the overly French carriage house land, he would choose to stay inside.

Minerva McGonagall huffed and plopped herself down beside the brooding man. "What's got your wand in a knot?" Severus cocked his eyebrow as he questioned the witch.

"Mister Longbottom, that's what! He can't even perform a simple Switching Spell! He transplanted his own bloody ears onto a cactus," she exclaimed. Severus sniggered; he never could stand that disappointment of a wizard.

Minerva was the closest thing Severus had to a friend at Hogwarts. In many ways, she was family. Always nagging him to make sure he ate and slept enough, and always way too involved in his personal life. He'd Avada himself if she tried to hook him up with one more witch. He wasn't interested. Nevertheless, he found he enjoyed her company, especially when it involved complaining about her precious cubs.

"Worried the lad will embarrass you? Make the mighty Gryffindors look bad? I'm not worried in the least about my Slytherins. They know better than to disappoint me." Minerva rolled her eyes at his level of sass.

"Honestly Severus! Don't you have something better to do? Perhaps you should start rounding up your snakes to greet our visitors." She cocked her brow at the wizard.

"I won't be attending. You know how I feel about social events." He crossed his arms defiantly.

A smirk graced McGonagall's lip. "Not this time my boy! This is mandatory. Besides, even a grumpy old git like you might enjoy watching some new witches prance about."

"Minnie! That's repulsive. They're children," Severus chided, his face a mask of disgust.

"Not all of them, no. You know they travel with extra staff, some guardians even, to help with the Yule Ball chaperoning."

And there it is. That damnable witch won't leave me well enough alone.

"Minnie, I swear to Merlin, back off. I'm not interested in courting anyone."

Minerva outright laughed at that. "Courting? Severus Snape, how old are you? Who said anything about courting... I'm merely trying to help you relax, have some fun... enjoy life for once."

The glare the wizard shot the older witch would've made anyone else tuck tail and run, but not McGonagall. She knew him too well. She placed a hand on his shoulder and gestured for him to follow her out. "Come, Severus. Time to round up the kids."

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"Weasley, straighten your hat...and miss Patel... take that ridiculous thing out of your hair. Follow me, please. First years in front... no pushing!" McGonagall gathered her troops to welcome the visitors. Snape, likewise, had his Slytherins all in a perfect line. Should anyone be stupid enough to break formation or talk, they'd get a firm whack to the back of their head. The heads of houses retreated to the back of the lines, beside Dumbledore.

"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!" Announced the headmaster.

As the kids all looked around, Severus rolled his eyes at a chuckling Minerva.

The giant black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and when the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, everyone saw a gigantic, powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring towards them. The front three rows of students all drew backward as the carriage hurtled lower, coming into land at a tremendous speed. A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage after it landed and bent forward, fumbling for a moment before unfolding a set of golden steps. He sprang back respectfully as a shining, high heeled black shoe emerged from the carriage, followed by the giant headmistress, Madame Maxime. Dumbledore started to clap; the students and staff soon followed his lead.

Maxime smiled graciously as she walked forward towards Dumbledore, outstretching her hand to allow him to kiss it. "My dear Madame Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts," the headmaster chirped.

"My pupils," the woman gestured, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her. A dozen boys and girls, all late teens, had emerged from the carriage and were walking to stand behind their headmistress. "And this," she turned and gestured to a young woman in her early twenties, "is our healer, Olivia Wright. We wanted to bring our own Mediwitch to not impose too much on your dear Pomfrey," Maxime explained.

With her head held high, Olivia raised her hazel eyes to take in the beauty that was Hogwarts. She looked first to Dumbledore, reaching out her own hand to greet the headmaster, before smiling at each head of house in turn, stopping suddenly when her eyes locked onto the obsidian ones of Severus Snape.

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Olivia boarded the carriage, along with Madame Maxime and the Beauxbatons pupils at precisely 3:00. It was a three-hour flight and the Headmistress wanted to be precisely on time. The trip was mostly uneventful, a little polite chatter amongst the teens and Maxime rested her eyes. Olivia was too excited to rest. She had always loved Scotland and was very excited to be able to explore. Hopefully, she'd make some friends as well. From what she heard, the Durmstrangs were very attractive, maybe she'd be able to find herself a nice gentleman for a fling. When the carriage arrived, she eagerly looked out the window, watching Maxime exit and head towards who she assumed to be Dumbledore. She ushered the kids out, herself taking up the rear. It was amusing really, the amount of ogling the Hogwarts students were doing. I guess it didn't help that they had Veelas within their school. Although, she caught a few rogue eyes glancing her way as well. She couldn't be tempted, however. Even if they were of age, she always preferred older men.

Olivia fell into place behind her headmistress and politely acknowledged her introduction. Dumbledore lived up to his reputation; blue, twinkling eyes, an endless wizard beard, extravagant robes. He greeted her warmly. Turning her gaze to the other Hogwarts staff, she was greeted by a beautiful, older witch, dressed in green dress robes and wearing a black hat; a tiny little wizard in black robes and styled hair with a trimmed mustache; and another witch with grey, flyaway hair and golden robes. Lastly her eyes flicked over to a tall, brooding wizard. He was dressed in a black outer cloak, beneath it was an endless number of buttons descending over his black frock coat, and shoulder length raven hair that flipped out a little at the ends. He had a handsome face, though not classically handsome, with a rather large, Roman nose. He had the most delectable crease between his furrowed eyebrows. His arms were crossed behind his back as he stood impatiently. When his onyx eyes locked to hers, she felt the hairs on her arms stand up. The air crackled with electricity, and she felt drawn to him.

Who the hell is that?

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Severus was unimpressed with the grande entrée Maxime had attempted. It was bloody well freezing outside and here they are, flitting about in blue silk robes. It was completely impractical and absurd. As the giant woman approached Dumbledore to shake his hand, Severus had to bite his lip to stop from laughing at how the greatest wizard of all time had to get on his tip toes to kiss her hand. Severus clasped his hands behind his back, rocking back and forth from his toes to his heels to prevent himself from dozing off. He had many other important things he could be doing... counting the ceiling tiles, befriending blast ended skrewts... talking to Filch. He was so distracted he barely noticed the brats getting off the carriage until he felt a sharp jab to the ribs from Minerva. He glared down at her before rubbing his sore muscles. McGonagall gestured towards the crowd with a nod. Questioningly, he glanced about until he saw her.

What was she doing looking at him like that? He heard Maxime tell Dumbledore she was a healer. Why would they bring a healer here? And what in Merlin's name is a healer doing dressed like that? She had long, chestnut hair that cascaded down her slender back. She was dressed in the typical Beauxbatons blue, but instead of the gown she wore a blazer, open to the front to reveal a white silk blouse with a plunging neckline that stopped about two inches above her navel. She wore opaque black stockings beneath her barely appropriate skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee.

"Close your mouth Severus... it's very unbecoming," Minerva sniggered.

"I don't know what you're talking about Minnie," Severus stated before allowing his face to settle into its usual stoic fashion. His friend wasn't fooled though. Anyone with half a brain would be able to feel the tension between these two.

The Durmstrangs arrived next, causing the Beauxbatons to file in closely with the Hogwarts staff. Minerva, the lovely hostess that she is... was able to grab Olivia and have her stand between herself and Severus.

"Come here my dear! You must be freezing! Come, squeeze on over here and we will keep you warm," the elder witch stated in her thick, Scottish accent.

"Thank you so much, ma'am." Olivia politely acquiesced.

She's American!

"Minerva McGonagall, dear. Head of Gryffindor House. The grump behind you is Severus Snape, head of Slytherin."

"Nice to meet you Minerva," she turned to glance over her shoulder at Severus, hopefully nonchalantly eye fucking him, "and you too, Severus."

He nodded at her, muttering "Ravi de vous rencontrer." She smiled softly before turning back around to gossip with Minerva as the Bulgarians made their entrance.

As the Durmstrangs filed in, Olivia and the other Beauxbatons got pushed back, causing her to bump into Severus' chest. He reached his hands around her waist to steady her from her loss of balance. She pressed against him lightly without even thinking about it. Her bum pressed tightly against his hips. She couldn't help but arch her back a little. Surely, a little shameless flirting couldn't hurt.

Severus cleared his throat loudly. Taking a small step backwards, to give his aching length some room to breathe. What the fuck was that?

Minerva side eyed him with a smirk. He narrowed his eyes at her threateningly in response. Finally, Dumbledore led the way inside to the welcoming feast. Allowing Olivia to walk in front of him, Severus fell into line beside Minerva, swatting the back of her head like he would a student, before walking off ahead of his friend. She smiled, rubbing her head.

This was going to be fun.