Chapter 1

Pleas, bargains, whispers and tears

Out of all the students Severus Snape had dealt with in the past, none had been as damaged as Endorra Redwood. Physically and mentally she possessed a rather nasty negative view of herself and her powers. And it was rather strange. Now, it wasn't strange because it was new or anything , hundreds of students before her had felt the same thing, even Severus himself doubted his abilities and physical appearance at times. But with Endorra it was different. Very different.

He couldn't help but sigh as he sat her down in the Slytherin Common Room on one of the leather sofas in front of the fire. The flask of Sleeping Drought was placed on the coffee table to the left of where he stood. It was there, rather than in Endorra's possession for a reason.

As he stood tall and domineering in front of her, less than two feet away, he flicked through her student file that contained information provided by her parents. As part of her enrolment, a request of any medical records for the Hospital Wing were required as well as a couple of pages of questions needing to be answered.

They were all filled in offcourse, the professor noted as he flicked through the pages and skim read them. Suddenly, halfway down the second page he came to a stop. A black line was marked on an angle over the space provided for answering to the question; "Does your child posses any unusual abilities that would need constant monitoring and extra attention?" Pyrokenetic was not written anywhere.

Frowning, he flicked up the bottom of the last two pages until he came to the signature of the parentswho field in the papers. Miklos Redwood. Her father he presumed. 'Interesting' he thought.

"Tell me, Miss Redwood, do your parents know of these accidents. Your pyrogenetic abilities?" he questioned professionally in a serious teacher tone. His attention however was still on her file.

"Yes sir." she whispered softly, dropping her gaze to look at the professors feet, while her hands neatly folded themselves in her lap.

"Then why hasn't the school being informed......you could have endanger others if I wasn't there?" he grunted slamming the folder shut.

"Please, Professor, I...I....I'm sorry." she sobbed. A tear that had ran down her cheek and curled around her chin suddenly fell and hit her hands.

"I know that you are sorry Endorra....." he spoke, his tone this time gentler. She was emotionally damaged much more than he suspected. "But why wasn't I informed. The school would help you learn to control such abilities, it is nothing to be ashamed of."

"My.....my father..." she stuttered before pausing to take in a deep breath. "My father thinks it is something that a Redwood should be very ashamed of possessing...." Endorra chocked back a sob as she spoke the last word of her sentence. While feeling relieved for consulting someone about her problems, at the same time she felt filthy and disgusted for talking ill of her father and the Redwood family name. "It is something that all second generation females posses. It is seen as the curse in the family....." she paused and used the back of her hand to wipe away her tear stained cheeks.

"I understand why Miss Redwood, however under school obligations we need to be informed of such things, in order to be prepared for such accidents....." he growled. "Your father has neglected to inform us and under this schools rules and obligations he shall receive an owl in the morning with a request of re-filling these forms correctly!" He throw the folder onto the coffee table, causing a loud slap to echo throughout the room for an instant before the desperate please began.

"No please...Proffessor I beg you.....please don't send him an owl....I beg you....he will become aggravated.....please!"

"He may become aggravated all he wishes Miss Redwood. He signed a false contract. I could have you expelled for providing false information to this school......this is serious.....it isn't a game! Nor a boarding school to relieve parents of there duties. ......" He growled. Although deep down he knew this was the utter most improper way of helping his student, he couldn't help himself.

"Please Professor, NO!.....You don't understand..." Endorra cried, as tears began to stream endlessly down her face. Through muffled sobs she spoke. "In order to up hold the family name and honour we are not allowed to reveal such abilities....If we do....we....we....we are punished....." The last of her words came out in the barest of whispers that if Severus wasn't paying close attention to her, then there was a chance he wouldn't have heard it over the crackling fire.

He nodded in understanding. Every pure and old blood line followed such strict rules and beliefs of the family name. The Snape's were one of those familles as well. He had seen and personally known how strict the parents can be regarding the family name, especially the males.

"Please professor....I'm sorry.....don't do this to me..." she whispered again, her voice breaking. "He'll hurt me!"

Severus sighed heavily as he ran his hand through his hair, pushing back the bits that had covered his eyes. "You are not the first student who has asked me to do such a thing Miss Redwood....:" He began softly. "Nor are you the last." He added quietly.

"Please....." another desperate plea broke from her lips as the back of her hand once again collected her tears.

"Very well. I shall not inform you father......" Endorra's shoulders instantly strained at his news. Severus saw this and immediately added, "However on one condition?"

"I'll do it....anything sir..." she spoke with appreciation and gratitude.

"I will have to inform the Headmaster.....and arrange extra non-creditable classes for you to take in order to learn controlling your ability."

"Oh Professor..." Endorra sighed as she leapt from out of the chair and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you.....thank you sooooo much....."

At first he straitened and began tense at her physical contact with him. All he did was sit there and allow her to hold him. He made no gesture in hugging her back. Instead he simply patted her on the back twice before he moved away.

"It is getting late. Take the sleeping drought and make your way back to your dormitory. You shall not loose control again during this night. The sleeping drought will enable you to dream. Tomorrow morning you shall attended all your normal classes. Since you have potions in your last period today, after class you shall stay for your first lesson on control. Understand?" he spoke, once again his voice serious and professionally teacher like.

Endorra was so thrilled at the fact her Head of the House was going to not inform her father of her lose of control that she payed little attention to his sudden cold domineering behaviour. She had noticed that his moods changed quickly and quiet often during the day, and took none of the cold remarks he made before to heart no longer. She simply nodded her head and grasped the sleeping drought before skipping up to her dormitory.

Severus watched her go and disappear around the corner to her rooms. Once she was fully out of sight he sighed heavily and turned for his own rooms. Tonight, he once again missed out on his little time of relaxation. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep at all because of it. He could never do so without a bit of time for his body to relax. It was strange offcourse. But simply something that couldn't be explained. He also knew that he was going to be in a rather fowl mood tomorrow. Looks like the students as in for yet another rough ride, he thought to himself with a smirk as he opened the secrete passage to his quarters.

Once Endorra arrived at the door to her rooms she instantly stilled in fear. Whispering could be heard from behind the oak doors. Her room mates where gossiping about her.

"Did you see that? I mean who allowed her into Hogwarts....she could bloody burn this school down." came a voice.

"Tell me about it. She should be expelled....." came another.

"What a freak......she is a disgrace to her family......if my father ever found out I did such a thing....." came yet another.

"I heard from my mother that her family is cursed. Her last name is Redwood isn't it?" spoke another voice, though this one strangely familiar to her.

"Yes."

"Well my mother told me about who they are all crazy people......a pureblood family....but lunatics that should be placed St Mungo's Hospital."

"Than why aren't they..."

"Her mother prostituted herself to the ministry...."

Endorra's heart suddenly shattered and collapsed to the floor in millions of pieces. Her chest heaved deeply at her sudden painful sob. The inside of her throat tasted like metal and suddenly stung with her every breath. She felt as if a clamp had suddenly closed itself around her and began to squeeze. Dropping her hand that had reached out to open the door, she turned and made her way to the very last door of the second level in the common room. The bathroom.

Bursting into tears as she made her way through the door, she ran to the last cubical and locked herself inside. The sleeping drought the professor had given her was thrown into the toilet in frustration, anger and self loathing, shattering and dissolving into the water.

Burring her face into the palms of her hands she slid down the cubical wall until she came to sit on her knees on the cold marble floor. Her worst fears had come true. She had disgraced her family name, disobeyed her fathers orders and caused her fellow students to turn against her.

The world once again had ended in her eyes, and from the pain of it all collapsing in a single night, she punished herself by spending the remainder of the night in the cold marble room weeping. The thought of facing the whole student body in the morning suddenly seemed horrifying, for there was no doubt the word would spread.

to be continued......

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