-Chapter Two: I have a proposition for you-

"Raven, Dumbledore will be so happy to hear your voice, I know we were, well we were happy and surprised- surprised because you hadn't been able to talk for some time- Molly, help me out here." Molly Weasley bustled over and gave Raven a gigantic hug, and a big wet kiss. "Oh, Dear we are just so happy that you're alive!" she went to kiss Raven again, but she held up her hands.

"Please, Mrs. Weasley, Molly, I really don't like to be touched, too many memories of assignments I got to close too. I really don't mean to be rude, but unless I- unless I'm on an assignment, unless I really have to, I don't let people touch me. It's my rules, I try to follow them, I can't get close to people. I bring danger down upon them, I ruin their safe little lives, I've already stayed here to long, I am eternally grateful to all of you though," she took a breath, her voice hollow, "I don't believe I can ever repay you, except to disappear from your lives- when I'm gone, you'll all be safe, I promise." Mrs. Weasley's eyes filled with tears, a few even began to slip out the corners.

Raven closed her eyes from the emotion, the cool voice she had come to know as her conscience, whispering faintly. "That's right Raven, if you can't see it, it's not there. No one's ever cried over you before, you didn't see what went on while you were in the fog, leave them, it's all you can do, go away and let them think you've died somewhere." slowly, Raven stood, and walked away from the people that had come to care for her, she had to go. If she didn't leave now…there was no telling what could happen. Pressing her head against a window, she let the heated glass burn down into her flesh.

A whooshing sound, told her that Uncle Albus had just arrived in the other room and a rustling of fabric told her that he was rushing in to see her.

"Uncle Albus, I was beginning to wonder when you'd come back."

"Your voice is as beautiful as I remember it, more tart if I do say so…"

Raven smiled mysteriously, "Uncle Albus, you flatter me, most people call me heinous bitch, I don't much like those people though, they either end up dead, or show up obscurely years later, I really like the people that pretend I don't exist, I fare better with them."

Dumbledore watched her intently, looking for some sign of fatigue, heaving heavily, Raven went to him.

"Uncle Albus…what do you expect me to do? My life is elsewhere, doing something I was born to do, I can't leave that behind-"

"And I suppose that endangering your life gives you some sort of thrill? I have a proposition for you, Raven, I have an opening for a teaching position at Hogwarts-" Raven went to protest his words, "I have an opening in Defense against the Dark Arts, I do believe that is your specialty- unless of course I am mistaken."

The twinkling in his eyes, unnerved Raven entirely:

"Look, I'm a spy, I seduce the bad guy, I kill the bad guy, I don't teach the kids that may someday become the bad guy!" Dumbledore smiled enchantingly-

"Raven, you already know three of the young minds you will be teaching, a fourth arrives tomorrow; besides, if you're teaching, I won't have to worry about preparing a funeral for you…you're my only family, I will not lose you."

Raven sighed, she realized suddenly that this was a battle she was going to lose, but the war was only beginning, "Uncle Albus, you have my word as an Intelligence agent, that I will be the best goddamn professor your school has ever had."

He smiled curtly, "Raven, that's what I'd hoped you'd say." with that the doors to Grimmauld Place's kitchen swung open, the entire ensemble of residents swooped in, Harry and the Weasley family jovial and bubbly, Sirius and Remus both smiling secretively, and Serverus…glaring coldly, with a hint of a scowl forming on his sensual features.

Raven realized, with sudden abandon, that Serverus Snape wasn't a hideous monster, in fact…well he wasn't dashing or mysterious, like most of the Gentlemen Spys, Raven had met- and he wasn't what one would consider gorgeous, his nose was too prominent for him to be labeled handsome, his eyes too piercing, his skin too ashen, and his body tall and lanky, but he wasn't all bad. His piercing eyes were purely carnal. The same perilous blue-black his hair offered, the features wrought about a startling contrast with his ashen skin, leaving him a sexy brooding look…not at all hideous.

Raven approached him later, her voice light and full of a joyous, mocking lit, "Do I detect a bit of resentment, Serverus?" he glowered loathingly, his eyes lowered into dangerous slits.

"Resentment? Bah! Why should I resent you, you won't last the year, The Agency has you programmed to search out all the going ons around you, in a school such skills can be lethal." Raven placed her hand just above his arm, teasing, but never touching.

"And you survive it? You've found a way to live without the thrill?"

He smiled glacially, "I survive, isn't that enough?" Raven shook her head sadly-

"No. it's not enough, but you're a big man, you'll figure out what you want out life eventually." with that said, Raven stalked away, leaving Serverus Snape gaping openly at her retreating back.

Hermoine Granger had just arrived at number twelve Grimmauld Place. She had been amazed when Harry, Ron, and Ginny, had introduced her to Dumbledore's niece, their new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. She was an amazingly petit woman, but the slightness of her was made up of wiry muscle, well shaped body, and perfectly rounded curves. Her hair was so red it looked like blood, it was short, falling over her right eye in an abstruse way. She kept it short, Hermoine later found out, because long hair was often pulled or scalped off by adversaries. Hermoine took up a great interest in ferreting the knowledge she saw in the eerily blood red eyes of her new Professor. It wasn't until quite sometime after, when she saw the hate, want, and disdain, in Professor Snape's eyes, that she even realized he had decided to dislike this DADA Professor as well, after all, she was Albus Dumbledore's only living relative.

One week later, Raven was seated at a table in front of hundreds- if not thousands- of snot nosed brats. Don't look at me, a snide little voice in her mind quipped, if you hadn't paid any attention to that crazy uncle of yours, we'd be safe in our own world of intrigue and espionage. "Shut up!" Raven murmured darkly to herself, "If you hadn't gone soft, we wouldn't be in this current situation." Professor Vector, the Arthimancy Professor, glanced at her uneasily from under her large tan hat. "Umm…sorry, I've never taught before." this answer seemed to appease her, and she turned back to the sorting ceremony which was only beginning, Raven hoped that it involved some form of torture, or she feared she might go mad.

Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration Professor, placed a large, weather beaten hat onto a stool in the middle of the room. Raven was about to say something flouting, when the hat opened it's mouth- if you could call it a mouth- and began to sing:

Another year, another song,

Some more wit to amaze and stun.

As I've told the tale before:

Once lived four wizards of great acclaim,

Their names I'm sure you know:

Brazen Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Just Ravenclaw, from glen,

Saccharine Hufflepuff; from valley broad,

Sharp Slytherin, from frosty fen.

They shared a desire, an ideal, a vision,

They took up an amazing feat;

To cultivate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts school began.

Now, each of these four noble founders

Formed houses of their own,

For each did value different qualities

In the ones they got to tone.

By Gryffindor, they fearless were

Held far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, wit

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, admirable workers were

Worthy of admittance;

Power-hungry Slytherin

Adored those of distinguished aspiration.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the valued ones

When they had died and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found a way,

He yanked me from his head

The founders put some matter in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me on about your ears,

I've yet to come out wrong,

I'll take a look around your mind

And tell you where you belong!

Sheer genius. That's all Raven could come up with as the Great Hall erupted into cheers. Raven grinned and sat back down as McGonagall began calling out names:

"Akin, Robear!" a small blond boy walked forward, tripped, and amongst snickers from the Slytherins, managed to make his way to the stool. The hat was placed on his head, and after moments of breathtaking suspense, it yelled out- "GRYFFINDOR!" the boy rushed off to the table. The next contestant, Anna Anc, a girl with long black hair and cold gray-green eyes. "SLYTHERIN!"

"Rosary, Dove!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

More children went until the first Ravenclaw was called:

"Rivers, Gray!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table under the banner of a blue and silver bird erupted into gales of joyous rancor, it finally came down to the last two, fraternal twins, "Zan, Lisle!" the brunette girl ran to the stool, shaking from fear and eagerness. "HUFFLEPUFF!" the Hufflepuff table once again erupted with clapping, "Zan, Lee!" the twin, a boy with raven dark hair and gold eyes approached the stool slowly. "SLYTHERIN!" the look on the two siblings faces was near priceless- each was terrified not to have the other with them.

After the sorting and the meal, Dumbledore made a few announcements before introducing Raven. "As the years before, we have a new Defense against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Turner," Raven smiled nervously under all the scrutiny, "Don't sweat."

"What?" Raven whispered to Professor Vector.

"Don't sweat, they can smell fear." Raven shrugged- "They have more to fear than I do." Vector patted her leg, "You have a good spirit, I can see Dumbledore in you." Raven cringed inwardly, outwardly smiling brightly. "He is my favorite uncle." the feast ended and Raven was allowed to retire and ready herself for tomorrows lesson.

Oh man! Raven thought as she wandered down the hall, those little monsters are going to eat me alive! Slowly Raven stumbled down into the tower that held her rooms. She hoped that tomorrow someone would come to their sense and get her out of this hellhole; to trust her with kids was something you just didn't do. Raven herself had never been a kid, she'd been a baby and then she'd been a spy, she'd never been a kid, and to trust her was pure stupidity, no it was ludicrous! She ambled over to the stack of tattered parchment Joaquin had sent her. Skimming some of the articles over, Raven discovered, to her dismay, that most of the parchment was written in a combination of ancient Greek, Latin, and Aramaic. Raven was fluent in both Aramaic and Latin; Greek…now therein lay the problem. Tossing the papers angrily to the ground, Raven flopped to her black satin, canopied bed, "I need to get out of here- I don't care what happens to Me!"
Raven buried her face into her pillows. Well, her conscience quipped, it could be worse. You could be trying to teach Greek at a Russian school. Raven groaned one last time before plunging her head under the covers, hoping to any God that cared to listen, that during the night the school would be attacked and she wouldn't have to go and manipulate the young minds looking to her for a form of guidance.

Class Starts-

"Alright, let's get this over with." Raven muttered to herself as her first class of the day filed into the room. They sat down- watching her with their eyes- pleading with her to do something…so she did.

"Ok!" she snapped, "I've never taught before- as in before, I mean ever. I hate kids, I never was one. Now I know I'm supposed to teach you things written in text books, fill your brains with that mindless babble- but you're going out into the real world," she paused and the girl Hermoine shot her hand into the air. "Yes, Hermoine?"

"Professor Turner, why didn't we have a book list for this year?"

Raven had wondered when that topic would pop up.

"Because, Hermoine, in the real world, what you learn from books doesn't really matter. But if you learn from experience…what you can accomplish is beyond outstanding." the students stared at her as if she were crazed. "There will be no reading in my class, you may put away your books, no note taking- put your quills and parchment away- the only things you'll need are: your mind, wand, and will power. The only testing you will receive will be on how well you listen to my ramblings. Your first test- for example- is when I'm finished talking, to retell me in your own words what dangers I overcome and how I survive. That said, let's begin."

The class sat in complete silence, not knowing how to react, whether to laugh, clap or cheer with abandoned enthusiasm. Their Professor had flat out told them that she had never taught before, that there would be no book reading, no paper work- that they would be learning from experience…no one was sure what that meant, but it sounded slightly dangerous.

They sat spellbound as Professor Turner told them about her toils and triumphs- even Harry sat; intoxicated from her worldliness. She was the most fascinating Defense against the Dark Arts Professor, they had ever had, even more impressive than Lupin.

Before any of them knew it, class was over and Professor Turner was dismissing them- Raven caught a few snatches of conversation as the students left the room-

"She's mad- No papers!"

"I thought she was brilliant-"

"Only a real Professor wouldn't have us do paper work"-

"No papers!"

Raven smiled to herself- even the disagreeable Slytherins had had only compliments for her. For her first day- first time- teaching, everything was going remarkably well.

Serverus slipped into Raven's classroom as the last class of the day marched out. His voice was a mixture of smooth onyx and darkly grated marble.

"Well, well, Raven, seems like your first classes went well. No one was bludgeoned or flogged anyway."

Raven glared hotly at him, "I don't flog people, though for you…" she sized him up slowly, "I think I'd make an exception." He sneered at her, Raven wondered if a sneer could be considered sexy or sexual, then reconsidered the direction the thoughts were heading…on him a sneer was downright sinful. Raven backed away from him, finding herself pinned against a desk.

"Get out of here! I'll kill you."

"You promise?" he had moved closer, closing the comfortable space between them.

"I bloody fucking swear!" he grabbed her lips with his own, forcing them apart to probe her mouth with his tongue. Raven bit down, drawing blood and an angry yowl from Serverus.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he chafed demandingly.

"Don't touch me. I thought I'd make that very clear." Serverus snorted, his gaze holding contempt and disdain.

"Obviously. Though you keep changing your defense. One moment you kiss me and the next you try to tear my tongue from my mouth with your teeth."

Raven paled- "I didn't kiss you." Snape chuckled darkly, he smirked and pushed his body into hers- the blood from Raven's bite still on his lips.

"Oh you did, and if I may say so-"

"You may not." Serverus continued unabated.

"It was a sweet mixture of fire and ice, Heaven and Hell, to be exact." Raven pushed against him, trying to dislodge either him or the desk. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her squirming form to him. "Don't fight me, Raven, I can be more dangerous than you could ever imagine."

"So can I." she rasped out, her eyes hiding the want her body refused to shut away. Clumsily she pulled herself from him, shoving him roughly to the side. "Touch me again, and I swear to whichever ungodly creature will have you, I will kill you." Snape smiled wickedly:

"Raven, I'm not so sure killing is what either us planned or in mind."

Raven turned and stormed promptly from the room. She'd never give into him, she'd never given into anything, why start now? Reaching her rooms below the Owlery, Raven threw herself onto the bed. She was wired, wired and ready to go. How would she survive this? How could anyone survive this? She needed adventure, she needed to get back to her life, to the danger she was used to. At the moment the only danger she had, went by the title of Potions Master, and the name Serverus Snape.

"Fuck all of this! I need to talk with Joaquin." Raven went to the fireplace- sprinkling a handful of queer green sand into the open face and muttering a few well placed words, Raven called out for Joaquin.

"Turner." Joaquin's tone told her she had woken him from a much needed catnap. "Turner, you're becoming paranoid, neurotic even- you need a break from the hazardous life you lead- so stay there, you're safe, someone loves you, stay…" he paused continuing slowly as if she were a child, "Raven…you are my friend, despite what I say, despite what you say, stay there, teach, maybe start a family. Agency has taken you for dead, keep it that way." Even through the flames, Raven could see the desire for freedom printed on Joaquin's face. He might want freedom, it might agree with him, but freedom definitely did not agree with Raven or vice versa.

"Joaquin, you disgust me." with that said, Raven pulled her head from the flames and threw a book angrily into the dying embers…she knew he was right, that's what mad her so goddamn mad, that's what disgusted her the most- that he was right. Hurriedly, Raven searched the room for something to suppress her boredom, nothing. How could she have nothing of interest in her rooms? With a deep infuriating desire to flee, Raven flopped down on the bed and began counting the indents on the ceiling- boredom is a killer.

Serverus sat steadily regarding the image of the forlorn, miserable man in his mirror. Why did she intrigue him so? Why was he still taunting her with the reminder of that wayward kiss? Because…he couldn't bring himself to forget it- so why should she be allowed the ignorance of erasing it from her mind, he wanted to know, why did she refuse to see what she had done to him? What had she awakened in him that was even to refutable for him to admit? God he needed a drink. He needed to find a way to cleanse himself of her, he was supposed to be emotionless…and he had been until she had come by.
Now he felt consumed by her, every second that went by without her in his sight, sent him into a craze, and a mad impulse came over him- much like today- where he had to go to her…obsession was a deadly game, Serverus knew that, seduction, however, was even deadlier. The need for alcohol finally overtook him, and he broke into the left drawer of his right night table. Taking a deep swig, Serverus decided that starting Monday, he would spin little Raven Turner into a web of lust and lies, after all…she was a Spy, she had played the game of seduction many times, it had yet to play her- that was before, now Serverus Snape…would see how long it would take before he had the little minx of a woman, in his bed, on her back, crying his name in wild abandon. Serverus grinned slowly at the satisfying thought, taking another swig of the malted beverage, he undid the lacings of his black slacks, he placed his finger on the tip of the hardened flesh of shaft and pressed down lightly, moaning at the slight quake of pleasure that spread up his body.
Again, he pressed, and again, until he had hold of himself and was crying out at the diversion…it wasn't her, but he could pretend it was, his entire body went rigid and he released, relishing the feeling, it was beyond his usual indulgences…and he realized for a brief moment that it was because she was there…but why would that matter? She had never been there before…he had never known her…then a wave of truth rolled over him. Raven Turner. He threw his head back and cackled gaily, Raven Turner had at one time been, Mrs. Serverus Snape. She had used his name on an assignment, his name, he doubled over onto the floor, lost in hysterics over Raven's mistake. In the wizarding world, her use of his name had bound them into the undertaking of marriage- obviously no vows had been said, no actual wedding had taken place- but the use of his name had bound her to him, he smirked, openly allowing his emotions to rain out. He was married. Married to Dumbledore's niece, that was laughable, it was insane! It was factual. In the eyes of the wizarding community, Raven had used his name as her own on a mission and in doing so had legally, if not foolishly, bound herself to him- and now seeing as they were on the same premises…Raven could not escape her own doing, he would tell Dumbledore tomorrow, unless of course, the old man already knew, which it being Albus Dumbledore…he probably did. Serverus sank down into the velvet masses of his crimson bed, Raven Turner was his…tonight he would rest contentedly. A searing pain brought him out of his deliriously happy thoughts, grabbing his forearm in a desperate attempt to stop the agonizing throb, Snape vanished with a slight POP…Lord Voldemort was not someone to keep waiting…even if he was rapidly loosing power.

He was still a creature only nightmares could've dreamt up, but in his heart of hearts, Serverus knew that even Nightmare's would've avoided a creature as disturbingly vile as Lord Voldemort- It must have been the devil then. mocked a tiny voice at the back of Snape's mind, but then again, Lucifer always did have better taste than that. The voice continued to quip, as Serverus bowed down in front of the prestigious Lord Voldemort.

"Serverus, rise." the cool, high voice, made Serverus's skin crawl, "I am looking for a girl, that I fear might have heard to much." Snape swallowed, responding as calmly as he could:

"And my lord, what do you want me to do with this girl?" Voldemort's red slit-like eyes, focused in on Serverus's own blue-black ones.

"I don't care what you do to her, just make sure she no longer exists…of course, Serverus, if you find her you can have some fun with her, have I ever denied any of you that? Find her, play with her, kill her, just make sure she's gone by the time my powers have started regenerating- we don't want Albus Dumbledore warned or Harry Potter, I don't need to be foiled again." Serverus nodded and apparated back to the school, lying down on his large canopied bed, Serverus felt a twinge of fear pierce his gut- he knew she was there.

Raven pulled at a stray strand of tarnished garnet locks, knotting the crimson strands into little loops; if her dear old Uncle Albus didn't show up in three seconds, Raven was going to blow a cork. "Oh dear Uncie Albus, where are you?" Raven began to trill, her voice rising into a high soprano, her tune a cross between Good Charlotte's Young and the Hopeless and Matchbox Twenty's Unwell. There came a low chuckle from behind her, revolving around in the plush arm chair that her uncle had seated across from his opulently laden desk, Serverus Snape blocked the doorway, his magnificently lanky frame throwing a shadow over Raven's claret tinted eyes. Sarcastically she drawled out:

"Professor Snape, what a surprise to see you, and without the confining shadows."

"Raven, no need for formalities, please call me Serverus, you always have before."

Raven smirked deeply, her crimson hair falling seductively over her right eye. She batted her eyelashes at him, angling her body so that Serverus got a full view down her robes, he went to touch her when she pulled back, chuckling lightly.

"Serverus, do you really think that after what happened last night, I'd willingly fall into your hands?" her voice unexpectedly lost it's jovial attitude, and her mood swiftly changed to a melancholy air, "I came up here because my Uncle asked for me, do you have any idea where he is?" before Serverus could reply, Dumbledore appeared at his back, his eyes heavy with woe, a twinge of anger spreading at the corners, he glanced at Raven and shook his head, his eyes filling with unabated mirth, without pause he began to talk, his voice low as if he was talking with a child:

"Raven, I have never thought badly of the career that you have chosen, I thought that if I let you do what you wanted, you would grow up a capable young woman. In one of your last missions, you took the name of Serverus Snape as your own, pretending to be his wife to gain entrance into a mass of Dark Lighters- American Death Eaters. Now, I understand your need to infiltrate them…but in using his name you became his wife."

Raven threw her head back, the gales of laughter that escaped her took time to bide down, Dumbledore and Snape were forced to sit in silence as she wiped tears from her eyes, the laughter calming into hiccups.

"I'm sorry, you just said that I'm married to," she hiccupped, "him?"

"Yes, Raven, you are Raven Armina Turner- Snape, and if you wish to fight this you'll have to go to the Ministry…I can not help you out of this, it is beyond my control." Raven paled, her normally icy rose complexion blanched till it was nearly as ashen as her husbands.

"But how…how did you know? I barely remembered."

"It came to Serverus's attention while he was reviewing former tasks, your name appeared- or rather a Mrs. Serverus Snape appeared, I'm afraid my dear, you are legally bound into this marriage, an annulment can not be met and divorce is impossible, it is a honored contract written up by the Ministry- in truth the Agency- while you were…wherever you were."

Raven began to chew her bottom lip, she never went against her word, but when her word had bound her into something as unholy as this…she swallowed and took her time replying.

"Uncle Albus," she sighed, the words sticking to her throat as if they were made of glue, "I will…honor these nuptials. It seems I have to since there being no other way…unless I fled, which I have no intention of doing. I don't flee, I have once and that was what led me to this, if I had known what I was fleeing to I might have stayed back to let them purge the world of me, that is a very iffy might, of course." Dumbledore nodded, turning to Snape he asked mildly,

"Serverus, have you no objections?" his upper lip quirked slightly, "Albus, as Raven has said, what use would complaints do? We are stuck in this matrimony, like it or not." Dumbledore stood, his eyes grave with unreadable emotion: "Then you both are excused, you have much to discuss."

Raven rose from the chair, brushing her lips lightly across her uncle's cheek, "Goodnight, Uncle Albus, see you in the morning." she marched from the room, leaving an intoxicating scent of ripe mangos and freshly picked roses drifting in her wake. Serverus dipped his head towards the Headmaster and then went to catch up with his wife.

A/N- Love it? Hate it? Want more? I can do anything to make your dreams come true- just tell me what you want and I'll gladly comply.