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-&- Snape's P.O.V. -&-
There was a light tap on the door. "Come in... Ah, Francesca, I assume you received my letter?"
"Yes, what's wrong? Is Brooky okay? Are you okay?" the woman said frantically.
"Everything is fine, at least for now. It's come to my attention that our daughter may be a little...well... how shall I put this? Evil. Yes, evil. And she's a little obsessed with the Dark Lord. I think that as her parents we need to put her on the correct path before something horrible happens to her." he finished
"Severus, as I understand it, you yourself are a Death Eater."
"Yes, well..." he couldn't tell anyone, even the woman he loved, that he was actually a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. "Children should learn from our mistakes, should they not?"
"I don't think that your lord would be very proud of you."
"Then let him punish me. Our daughter is the most important thing in my life."
Francesca looked at the floor and let out a long sigh.
"Do you think we should just let her along this path?"
"Severus, I just don't want you to get hurt..."
Snape walked over to the woman and lifted her chin with his strong hands.
"I know that Brooky can take care of herself... but I know that you're sensitive."
If anyone else would have said this to Snape, he would have brought out a can of whoop ass, however, he loved this woman very much, and he knew it was true. He tried to bottle up his feelings, but it turned to anger. He still couldn't hide it from himself. He was sensitive, he was weak. Voldemort had always told him that. He looked into Francesca's eyes. He could tell her was really scared for him. He wrapped his arms around her. "I promise you, no matter what, I'll always be okay... I'll always be here for you."
-&- Draco's P.O.V. -&-
It had been days since the acid insolent. Draco was curled up on the couch in the Slytherin common room, reading a letter from his father. He thought he was along in the room, but when he heard some pages turning, he looked up and saw Amber, sitting in a chair, hunched over a desk, writing frantically.
He stood up, folded his letter, hid it away in his pocket, and walked over the raven haired girl. He couldn't see what she was writing, her hair hung over it like a shield. He tapped her on the shoulder lightly and she looked up at him quickly with eyes like daggers and went back to writing. He pulled a seat over to her and sat down on it.
Draco reached his hand out and under her hair. He managed to grab onto a black notebook and pulled it out. "Ah, what's this?" she tried to grab it from him but he was too quick. She finally gave up and let him read it. However, he really couldn't. Her hand writing was too much of a fancy cursive. He only made a few words: "Death... Deception... Lies... Kill... Murder... Power... Slit... Stab... Flesh..."
"Are these.. poems.. or plots?" he asked.
"That's none of your business. Now if you'd give me that back, I need to finish!"
Just then a face popped into the fireplace, grabbing the attention of both teens.
"Brooky, dear, daddy and I need to speak to you in his office." her mother spoke.
"Brooky?!?" Draco broke into laughter.
-&- Amber's P.O.V. -&-
She hated when her mother called her Brooky. It was as infuriating as the Potter boy. She turned to Draco and pulled out her wand. "My middle name happens to be Brooklyn! If you ever mention that to anyone, I will personally see to it that you never reproduce!" she yelled at him and walked out of the dungeon.
Her mother thought that it was a cute pet name for her. However, Amber felt like throwing up everything she heard it. "As if my first name isn't bad enough!" he thought to herself as she walked to her Father's office, a few doors down. "Some day I, like the Dark Lord, will change my name to something more suitable."
She reached her father's dungeon office and swung the door open. She walked across the room and took a chair next to her mother, in front of her father's desk. "Thank you for coming so quickly, Brooky." her mother said, leaning over to kiss her on the head. Amber cringed.
"What ever this is about, can we make it quick? I was kind of busy." she spat at her mother.
"I don't know if frolicking with that cute little blonde can be considered as busy." Francesca said.
"Frolicking?" Snape looked up.
"Draco and I were merely talking." Amber said in an annoyed voice.
Snape nodded and looked Francesca, who gave me a "Me!?" look back. She cleared her throat and turned back to her daughter. "Your father... a-and I... have been thinking that..." Amber rolled her eyes. "Just spit it out mother."
"We are a little concerned for your...er...well you see..."
"We think you should see a psychologist." Snape broke in quickly and sternly.
"WHAT?!" Amber screamed, standing up.
"It's for your own good." her father said.
"I am NOT going."
"You have no choice."
"I can't believe you people!"
She would have to try to find a way out of it. She didn't need anyone thinking that she was a complete mental case. She might have been a little strange, but she wasn't crazy.
-&- Francesca's P.O.V -&-
She knew there was something wrong with her daughter. They had never gotten along, they were nothing alike... but that was no excuse for the way Amber treated her. She thought that moving to America would be a good choice. Voldemort didn't have a strong reign there. And then Harry Potter stopped him. How had her daughter found out so much about the Dark Lord? How could she be so fascinated...
She looked up at Severus Snape. He has his head in his hands, breathing slowly. She could tell he was hurt. He loved his daughter more than anything, he didn't want her to get hurt. Francesca loved Amber too, but not as much as she loved Severus. Looking back, she was such a fool to ever leave. She just wanted a good life for her child, but it didn't work.
This school year would be a crucial one. Amber would turn seventeen that April. Francesca was very nervous about this. She knew that her daughter would leave her and become a Death Eater. She took her from their home in Salem, Massachusetts to ask Severus for help. She had never known he had become a Death Eater. When she found out, she thought her daughter was doomed. It was a huge relief to find that he wanted to help Amber too.
-&- Draco's P.O.V. -&-
He had been sitting at the desk, trying to comprehend Amber's hand writing. He heard the portrait hole swing open. He closed the notebook quickly and stood up.
"I suppose you think I'm insane too!?" she said, snatching up her notebook and hitting Draco with it. He robbed his head were the notebook whacked him, and followed her across the room. "What's wrong? Insane? Well I didn't think so until you came in here and nearly knocked my head off!"
"Learn to stay out of my stuff, and you won't have that problem!" she spat at him.
Then she said something that sounded like something Draco had only heard only before in his life. The time at the dueling club where Harry Potter started speaking parseltongue. Draco's jaw dropped as he walked her snake, Voldie, slither up the stairs from the girl's dormitory and into her lap.
"Your a parselmouth?" he shuddered.
"Yes, amazing isn't it? I found out when I was ten years old and vacationing in mid-west. My mother and I were nearly attacked by a rattlesnake... then I started talking to it. Of course I can't tell that I'm speaking a different language, but my mother explained it all to me. I suppose she told my father, and that's why he bought my Voldie. It's quite fun, like having a friend to chat with. And no one else can understand what we're saying!" she finished with an evil smirk.
"No one but Potter, I'd watch myself around him if I were you." Draco explained to her what happened in second year.
"I need not to worry about that pathetic excuse for a wizard."
Draco watched as her pale, thin fingers pet the snake, and she continued to talk to the snake as if it were her best friend. Then again, it probably was. A parselmouth? Wicked... Draco was more determined than ever to win her over.
-&- Snape's P.O.V. -&-
There was a light tap on the door. "Come in... Ah, Francesca, I assume you received my letter?"
"Yes, what's wrong? Is Brooky okay? Are you okay?" the woman said frantically.
"Everything is fine, at least for now. It's come to my attention that our daughter may be a little...well... how shall I put this? Evil. Yes, evil. And she's a little obsessed with the Dark Lord. I think that as her parents we need to put her on the correct path before something horrible happens to her." he finished
"Severus, as I understand it, you yourself are a Death Eater."
"Yes, well..." he couldn't tell anyone, even the woman he loved, that he was actually a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. "Children should learn from our mistakes, should they not?"
"I don't think that your lord would be very proud of you."
"Then let him punish me. Our daughter is the most important thing in my life."
Francesca looked at the floor and let out a long sigh.
"Do you think we should just let her along this path?"
"Severus, I just don't want you to get hurt..."
Snape walked over to the woman and lifted her chin with his strong hands.
"I know that Brooky can take care of herself... but I know that you're sensitive."
If anyone else would have said this to Snape, he would have brought out a can of whoop ass, however, he loved this woman very much, and he knew it was true. He tried to bottle up his feelings, but it turned to anger. He still couldn't hide it from himself. He was sensitive, he was weak. Voldemort had always told him that. He looked into Francesca's eyes. He could tell her was really scared for him. He wrapped his arms around her. "I promise you, no matter what, I'll always be okay... I'll always be here for you."
-&- Draco's P.O.V. -&-
It had been days since the acid insolent. Draco was curled up on the couch in the Slytherin common room, reading a letter from his father. He thought he was along in the room, but when he heard some pages turning, he looked up and saw Amber, sitting in a chair, hunched over a desk, writing frantically.
He stood up, folded his letter, hid it away in his pocket, and walked over the raven haired girl. He couldn't see what she was writing, her hair hung over it like a shield. He tapped her on the shoulder lightly and she looked up at him quickly with eyes like daggers and went back to writing. He pulled a seat over to her and sat down on it.
Draco reached his hand out and under her hair. He managed to grab onto a black notebook and pulled it out. "Ah, what's this?" she tried to grab it from him but he was too quick. She finally gave up and let him read it. However, he really couldn't. Her hand writing was too much of a fancy cursive. He only made a few words: "Death... Deception... Lies... Kill... Murder... Power... Slit... Stab... Flesh..."
"Are these.. poems.. or plots?" he asked.
"That's none of your business. Now if you'd give me that back, I need to finish!"
Just then a face popped into the fireplace, grabbing the attention of both teens.
"Brooky, dear, daddy and I need to speak to you in his office." her mother spoke.
"Brooky?!?" Draco broke into laughter.
-&- Amber's P.O.V. -&-
She hated when her mother called her Brooky. It was as infuriating as the Potter boy. She turned to Draco and pulled out her wand. "My middle name happens to be Brooklyn! If you ever mention that to anyone, I will personally see to it that you never reproduce!" she yelled at him and walked out of the dungeon.
Her mother thought that it was a cute pet name for her. However, Amber felt like throwing up everything she heard it. "As if my first name isn't bad enough!" he thought to herself as she walked to her Father's office, a few doors down. "Some day I, like the Dark Lord, will change my name to something more suitable."
She reached her father's dungeon office and swung the door open. She walked across the room and took a chair next to her mother, in front of her father's desk. "Thank you for coming so quickly, Brooky." her mother said, leaning over to kiss her on the head. Amber cringed.
"What ever this is about, can we make it quick? I was kind of busy." she spat at her mother.
"I don't know if frolicking with that cute little blonde can be considered as busy." Francesca said.
"Frolicking?" Snape looked up.
"Draco and I were merely talking." Amber said in an annoyed voice.
Snape nodded and looked Francesca, who gave me a "Me!?" look back. She cleared her throat and turned back to her daughter. "Your father... a-and I... have been thinking that..." Amber rolled her eyes. "Just spit it out mother."
"We are a little concerned for your...er...well you see..."
"We think you should see a psychologist." Snape broke in quickly and sternly.
"WHAT?!" Amber screamed, standing up.
"It's for your own good." her father said.
"I am NOT going."
"You have no choice."
"I can't believe you people!"
She would have to try to find a way out of it. She didn't need anyone thinking that she was a complete mental case. She might have been a little strange, but she wasn't crazy.
-&- Francesca's P.O.V -&-
She knew there was something wrong with her daughter. They had never gotten along, they were nothing alike... but that was no excuse for the way Amber treated her. She thought that moving to America would be a good choice. Voldemort didn't have a strong reign there. And then Harry Potter stopped him. How had her daughter found out so much about the Dark Lord? How could she be so fascinated...
She looked up at Severus Snape. He has his head in his hands, breathing slowly. She could tell he was hurt. He loved his daughter more than anything, he didn't want her to get hurt. Francesca loved Amber too, but not as much as she loved Severus. Looking back, she was such a fool to ever leave. She just wanted a good life for her child, but it didn't work.
This school year would be a crucial one. Amber would turn seventeen that April. Francesca was very nervous about this. She knew that her daughter would leave her and become a Death Eater. She took her from their home in Salem, Massachusetts to ask Severus for help. She had never known he had become a Death Eater. When she found out, she thought her daughter was doomed. It was a huge relief to find that he wanted to help Amber too.
-&- Draco's P.O.V. -&-
He had been sitting at the desk, trying to comprehend Amber's hand writing. He heard the portrait hole swing open. He closed the notebook quickly and stood up.
"I suppose you think I'm insane too!?" she said, snatching up her notebook and hitting Draco with it. He robbed his head were the notebook whacked him, and followed her across the room. "What's wrong? Insane? Well I didn't think so until you came in here and nearly knocked my head off!"
"Learn to stay out of my stuff, and you won't have that problem!" she spat at him.
Then she said something that sounded like something Draco had only heard only before in his life. The time at the dueling club where Harry Potter started speaking parseltongue. Draco's jaw dropped as he walked her snake, Voldie, slither up the stairs from the girl's dormitory and into her lap.
"Your a parselmouth?" he shuddered.
"Yes, amazing isn't it? I found out when I was ten years old and vacationing in mid-west. My mother and I were nearly attacked by a rattlesnake... then I started talking to it. Of course I can't tell that I'm speaking a different language, but my mother explained it all to me. I suppose she told my father, and that's why he bought my Voldie. It's quite fun, like having a friend to chat with. And no one else can understand what we're saying!" she finished with an evil smirk.
"No one but Potter, I'd watch myself around him if I were you." Draco explained to her what happened in second year.
"I need not to worry about that pathetic excuse for a wizard."
Draco watched as her pale, thin fingers pet the snake, and she continued to talk to the snake as if it were her best friend. Then again, it probably was. A parselmouth? Wicked... Draco was more determined than ever to win her over.