He ran his right hand down her smooth stomach, it was slick with sweat from the both of them. He rolled them over so she was on top now, he grabbed a fistful of the long black hair and pulled her in. She moaned as his other hand cupped her left breast but he silenced her moan with a passionate kiss. She pulled away to leave kisses on his neck.
"Oh Remus." He rolled them over so he was on the top. He thrusted in her a little faster causing her to moan loudly. Soon the moans became a steady rhythm and a little more shrill.He bolted upright in his bed. He glared at his alarm clock then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Rubbing his eyes, the alarm clock still made that annoying beeping noise. He stretched his arms and reached for the alarm clock, throwing it against the wall. It smashed and fell to pieces on the floor. He groaned while standing up and threw off the twisted sheets from his bed. They were covered in sweat and God knows what other fluids. He rolled them into a ball and sent them to the hamper. He sat on his bare bed and thought about the dream, every night he had the same type of dream. It was bad enough that he saw her face every where but now he was tortured in his dreams by her.
"Damn!" He got up and went to his study. He picked up his waste basket, filled with unsent letters to her. He grabbed a broom and a dustbin to sweep up the shattered alarm clock. Once he finished he stared at his face in the mirror, how can one person leave him as half a man?
Maeve straightened her coat again, she adjusted in her chair, and picked at her fingernails. She watched the clock and sighed. She picked up a magazine and read the title and set it back down. She then started to bite her lip and tap her finger, her nervous behavior caught the attention of the receptionist.
"You'll be fine dear, it's not a hard job to go out for. A red-headed boy even stuttered through his interview, pronounced his name wrong but still was hired. Well, Crouch still calls him Weatherby but I mean, he's a good man and will hire anyone qualified for the job." Maeve didn't look eased by the witch's words, her anxiety about the job was only partly the reason for her behavior. The other is the fact that Sylvia recently took up smoking and drinking, something not fit for a sixteen year old girl. Andromeda and Ted did not notice it, Sylvia hid it well. Athena thought nothing of it. She always went for a walk where a little cigarette hung lazily from her lips. Maeve tried to approach her about it but she just shrugged.
"I really don't care." The drinking was harder to notice, Maeve found empty bottles of firewhiskey in the waste basket. She decided to let Sylvia go down the path of ruin than lose her sister again forever. But it troubled Maeve, Sylvia grew so restless and bitter over the month that Maeve saw a completely different person than the one on the train from Hogwarts. She hoped that a new school year would change her sister and perhaps-
The door opened and Crouch walked out of his office quickly. The receptionist stood up and extended her hand to Maeve.
"This is Maeve McGonagall for her interview." Crouch gave her a glance, Maeve didn't even think he actually looked at her.
"Yes, impressive interview, hired." He mumbled before walking off. the receptionist sighed.
"He's been preoccupied lately. I'll show you where you're going to work." She led Maeve down a hallway but Maeve frowned before following her.
Sylvia pulled out another cigarette and lit it. She already had one in her mouth but after a satisfied puff of the new cigarette, she plucked the old on from her lips and threw it in the ashtray where fifty more lay. She heard a knock on her door, she just had time to tuck away the ashtray and box of cigarettes before it opened. She learned a neat trick watching a muggle movie where she flipped the cigarette in her mouth.
"Oh, I'm back from my interview." Maeve sighed while closing the door behind her. Sylvia flipped out the cigarette and began to lazily smoke it. "You really should quit."
"I don't care."
"Yes, well they got me working a heavy load so I can't make it to the Quidditch World Cup." She pulled out a briefcase already filled with parchment.
"Oh well." Sylvia said without any emotion. Maeve shot her a look.
"Here's your Hogwarts letter." Sylvia opened it and Maeve looked over her shoulder and took her it.
"Dress robes?" Sylvia shrugged.
"Listen, I don't what's gotten into you lately but I wish that you would stop hurting yourself. It'll only make it worse." Sylvia angrily extinguished her cigarette.
"Worse? I don't think it can get worse." Sylvia went to the window and watched Minerva and Athena drinking tea. She ran a hand through her long black hair. "What do you think if I cut my hair."
"Don't be silly, it's fine the way it is." Maeve pulled out parchment to write to Oliver.
"I suppose but that really throw everyone off. My hair has been long since I could remember. If I cut it, then it might make me feel better."
"What you mean by that?" Maeve looked up from letter.
"I'll be different...I won't feel like myself." Sylvia explained. "It's a silly reason, I suppose."
"Silly but we'll try. If not, I have a wonderful hair growth tonic I made in America. Some silly girl tried to cut her own hair, it was horrible."
"Will you cut it?"
"Sure." Maeve smiled. "Into the bathroom, Athena would kill us if we got hair all over the room."
"Thank you Maeve." Sylvia smiled and went into the bathroom. Maeve found the scissors and started cutting her sister's hair. After she finished, Sylvia looked at her reflection. Maeve cut it short a pageboy haircut. It suited Sylvia well, it made her look more mature and stylish.
"Wow, it's short." Sylvia touched the ends of her hair.
"I thought you would like it."
"Can I have a moment?"
"Sure." Maeve closed the door and frowned when she heard sniffling. "Sylvia, are you okay?"
"Fine!" She yelled through the door.
"You want me to get that tonic?" She heard Sylvia sigh.
"No, not yet at least." Sylvia opened the door. "I like it." She smiled at Maeve.
"Good, you look great. You'll knock out the Hogwarts boys!" Sylvia didn't seem comforted by the remark but took out a cigarette and lit it up. She slowly walked to the window, opening it slowly and leaned on the edge. She exhaled the smoke and stared at the wall. Maeve sighed and went back to her letter. Sylvia continued to smoke and once she finished her cigarette she stood up.
"I'm going for a walk." She put her hand on the handle and heard Maeve sighed.
"Okay. I'll be here writing." Sylvia turned around sharply.
"Don't you even care!" She cried. "Don't you even care, any of you!"
"What do you mean?" Maeve asked taken aback from the outburst. Maeve watched as her sister changed completely, her eyes were not fierce any more, her lips a thin line. Nothing moved, she was like a cold statue with no emotion.
"Nothing, I'll be back later." Sylvia quickly left Maeve to be puzzled about her outburst. Maeve made a mental note to ask Aunt Athena about it.
It was nearly supper time when Sylvia came back. Athena was about to scold her about it but got a sharp look from Maeve. Instead she complimented her new hairdo and ate supper using small talk to get a response from her great niece. To her dismay, Sylvia answered in one syllable words so she decided to leave at that and not force her again. Sylvia was fine until a week ago, Athena heard it but did nothing, Sylvia had a fit upstairs. She threw everything around and cried out in angry screams. Athena was about to go upstairs to see what was going on but Maeve came from downstairs and told her not to bother her. Since then, Sylvia smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish, Athena noticed immediately but said nothing. Maeve told her a boy at school broke her heart and Athena had nothing but sympathy for her. Sylvia took it hard and decided a path of self destruction is the best way of dealing with it so Athena allowed her to nurse her broken heart. She was harsh on her niece about the loss of her lover, Sirius. She tried hard to help her deal with it but in the end Pallas wilted away and died when Maeve was a young girl. Maeve wasn't allowed near her mother at the end, Pallas had no love for her own daughter anymore. It broke Athena's heart to even look at her. Pallas lay in her bed, all life drained from her, there was nothing in her eyes just the shell of a former person. Athena took it upon herself to raise Maeve and love her like she should be. So Athena swore that she would not be so hard on a broken heart, after all, time heals all wounds even as deep as your heart.
"Do you still want to go to the Quidditch World Cup?" Athena asked softly.
"I don't care really." Sylvia answered with no emotion.
"Oh, well maybe we'll just go to Daigon Alley and pick up some supplies for next term."
"I don't want to go to Daigon Alley." Sylvia played with her food before setting the fork down with an angry clink. "May I be excused?"
"Yes, I'll leave tomorrow at 9 if you change your mind."
"Okay." Sylvia went upstairs and Maeve gave Athena a thoughtful look.
"She's upset still about what happened." Maeve spoke up.
"I know, I hope she gets better soon." Athena picked up the plates and piled them up. "I've seen this before. Your mother was just a bit worse...no I take that back, they are about equal except your mother dealt with it in a different way. I don't know which one was worse." Athena sighed and Maeve placed her hand on the older lady's hand.
"It's hard watching her waste away like that, I was angry at you for not letting me see her but now I understand. No matter what I do, it just doesn't help." Maeve felt tears in her eyes and wiped them away before they fell down her cheeks.
"Yes, I hate feeling useless like this but maybe seeing a few classmates might cheer her up."
"Maybe." Maeve replied running her right hand through her mane of thick, curly hair. Her eyes became light and glittered cheerfully. "I think that I'll write George, he's had a huge crush on Sylvia and maybe I can get her a new boy to think about." Athena chuckled lightly.
"Matchmaker, be careful."
"I will." Maeve's cheeks were full and dimpled at the corners of her smile. Athena remembered Maeve when she just turned four, she looked just like a cherub. It must have haunted her mother because later that year, she died. They told her it was because of her curse but Athena knew that she just gave up living and that killed her. "I'm off to bed." Maeve gave Athena a kiss on the brow and bounded up the stairs. Athena bewitched the dishes and brush then headed upstairs for bed.
The rest of the summer for Maeve was working and coming home to find Sylvia sitting on that window and staring outside. She would only briefly glance and Maeve then back to window. Sometimes it made Maeve so angry she wanted to shake her, shake some sense into Sylvia. She couldn't understand why her sister could be so torn up about one person. She would stare angrily at her sister for a long time, then finish up her report. It was the night before the new term that Sylvia finally spoke about what happened.
"Maeve, I fell in love with Remus Lupin." Maeve coughed in shock.
"What?!"
"You heard me." Sylvia said while lighting a cigarette.
"I thought it was someone like Cedric Diggory, at least someone at our school." Maeve breathed in deep.
"Is that why you had that...over the summer?" Maeve
"Yeah." She nodded. "I tried to get better myself. I wrote him a letter." She paused to wipe away some tears, the hurt still deep in her eyes. "It got sent back." Maeve got up and sat beside her sister, placing an arm around her shoulders.
"I'm sorry I didn't know." Maeve sighed. "I just didn't know what to make of it all."
"I don't know why or how I even fell in love. I just did." Sylvia brushed away the tears that fell down her cheeks.
"It'll be alright. Things like this work out for the best in the end. You'll see." Sylvia nodded.
"I think I'm better now. I wanted to tell someone." Sylvia pulled out a full bottle of firewhiskey and two shot glasses. She filled the glasses with a steady hand. "To Maeve McGonagall, the best sister a girl could ask for." She raised her glass.
"To Sylvia Black, the strongest woman I've ever met." Sylvia and Maeve gulped down the shot, their cheeks red with the heat from the drink. "Oh, that is strong!" Maeve exclaimed while wiping away tears in her eyes.
"Yes, this bottle is a vintage." Sylvia poured two more shots. "Tonks snuck it out but I nicked it from her. She assumed her mother found it and put it back." Sylvia giggled.
"You really want to drink, you have school tomorrow."
"And you have work."
"Right. Well, we're young. And we'll learn from our mistakes." Maeve picked up the glass. "What's this one for?" Sylvia lifted her chin in thought.
"Our future of course!" They drank it quickly and Maeve poured another. Soon, they both laughed over a stupid story smoking cigarettes and eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
"Once I gave Oliver a boogey one saying it was apple." Maeve stopped to giggle. "And I asked him what it tasted like...and he...and he said it was delicious and wanted another!"
"You're kidding!"
"No!" They both giggled hysterically and Sylvia poured another shot but spilt most of it on the table.
Sylvia woke up to Athena shaking her.
"Why is the world shaking?" She asked groggily.
"Come on, you'll be late if you don't get out now." Sylvia sighed and rubbed her eyes.
"It's too bight out." She complained grabbing a pair of sunglasses and rolled out of bed. She stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the water. She stared at her hands and when the world couldn't stop spinning, she fell to her knees and vomited into the toilet. Feeling a little less sick, she turned off the water and slowly took off the clothes with a sour smell of sweat and firewhiskey. Standing the shower, she sluggishly turned on the cold water awakening her senses slightly. After she showered, she changed into some fresh clothes and looked over her sister. She found an empty bottle of firewhiskey on the ground and chucked into the waste bin. She also found a dried up puddle of vomit near Maeve's bed which caused Sylvia to rush back into the bathroom and hurl into the toilet again. After she finished, she rinsed her face off and headed downstairs. Once Athena saw her, she sighed.
"Andromeda wrote and she's going to be at King Cross to see you off." Athena told her while placing a plate of pancakes on the table and taking a seat next to her. "So you two girls got drunk last night."
"Yes, I know it's wrong but somehow I feel loads better. Like I'm finally living." Sylvia smiled which startled Athena. Athena gave Sylvia a warm smile.
"I'm glad, you'll have a wonderful time at Hogwarts." Sylvia nodded and pushed her trolley to the platform 9 and 3/4.
"Hello!" Andromeda greeted them kindly. "My eyes! Look at that hair! Sylvia, did you have a fun time? I must say, it was rather lonely without you for a month." Andromeda hugged her.
"Yes, I had a splendid time."
"I didn't see you at the Quidditch World Cup." Tonks interrupted also getting a hug from Sylvia.
"Oh, I decided to stay at home with Maeve." Sylvia ran a hand through her hair.
"Where is she?" Sylvia's smile grew.
"Sick." She replied and Athena gave her a sharp look. "Trains about to leave, I must get going. It was great seeing you all again!" Sylvia exclaimed giving a round of kisses and leaving through the barrier.
She sighed loudly and boarded the train. She found Lee and the twins.
"Hello, mind if I join you?" She asked and Lee responded first.
"Sure. How was your summer?" She bit her lip and took a seat next to him.
"Interesting. Yours?"
"Great." Lee noticed something about her other than her hair. She didn't have that fierce beauty anymore. It melted into a softer beauty, of a woman instead of a girl. Her harsh stony eyes looked like a skilled hand sanded them into smooth marble that caught your breath when you gazed into them.
"How's Maeve?" Fred asked.
"Doing good, got a job at the Ministry."
"Good for her."
"Except I think she works with Percy." Fred and George grimaced.
"We feel sorry for her now."
"I have a terrible headache. I don't think I can last the feast."
"I think I've got some peppermint juice in my trunk." Lee offered.
"No, I just need sleep."
"Oh." George and Fred looked like they were about to say something but Lee beat them to it. "I like your hair." Lee blurted out and Sylvia's fingers touched her hair.
"Yes, I forgot I let Maeve cut it. Thanks Lee." Shortly, they arrived to Hogwarts, Sylvia sighed and left the boys to join the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. She greeted a few of her friends and took a seat shortly. Sylvia paid little attention to what was going on, the excitement of the tournament hardly stirred her. She wasn't old enough to enter nor did she care to meet the other wizzarding schools, more people to point at her and whisper. Her headache got worse and she decided no to have any of the feast. Once out of the hall, she ran into Snape.
"Where are you going, Black?" He spat at her angrily.
"To the Ravenclaw Tower." She replied.
"I bet you're happy your father slipped through my fingers." He snarled at her and Sylvia took a step back. Not wanting anymore enemies, she bit back what she was going to say.
"I'll see you in Potions, Professor Snape." She nodded and walked off quickly but something about him was different. She turned her head around and gave a last glance at Snape. Once she made it to the Ravenclaw Tower, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket. She pulled out one and lit it. With it hanging loosely from her mouth, she opened the window and watched the rain. She wished that she could disappear and reappear with Sirius. Maybe they can forget magic and become muggles, leave everything behind. She closed her eyes and knew that it could never happen, too much has been done to leave now. When she heard distant talking in the common room, she threw her cigarette out the window and slid into bed. She just pulled her hangings shut when the girls came in giggling.
"Oh, she's asleep." One said.
"I suppose we're in for another year like last."
"I'm surprised she didn't go mental, she came close."
"At least she doesn't talk to us much."
"I wonder what the boys see in her. It's not like she's the cleverest girl in school."
"She's not even that pretty." Sylvia's jaw was clenched so tight her teeth hurt.
"Did you see her hair, talk about losing a war. If I showed up to Hogwarts like that, I'd at least wear a paper bag."
"I can't stand her. I'm glad we have two years left."
"Did you hear that Maeve is her sister?"
"Oh, I guess she got the personality. I pity Sylvia though, it must be rough to have a prettier, smarter sister. She's like the runt of the clan."
"Too bad they didn't kill her when she was born." Sylvia felt tears fall down her cheeks, she didn't know why she allowed their words to affect her so much.
"Don't talk like that."
"It's true, they could have saved us all the grief."
"It's not nice to talk like that out loud. Most the stuff I think of her I don't say."
"Why? Afraid someone might hear?"
"I guess so. She always looks like she knows exactly what you're thinking. I wonder if she's a legilimen."
"I can't stand her. Really, I can't." Sylvia felt the urge to throw her hangings aside and reveal that she could everything they said but decided to remain quiet. She listened to their conversation and decided that they were terrible human beings and she hated them all. The next months weren't that good either, it seemed like the only people she could stand was Lee, George, Fred, Cho, Roger, and Harry Potter. She always waved to Harry in the hall and when his name was spit out from the goblet, she congratulated him. He awkwardly smiled back.
"Thanks."
"Well, I really want you to win. I can't stand Cedric, his father didn't like the idea of him going with me. Thought he was better than me, so I ended up dumping Cedric and I still carry sore feelings." She explained to him and Harry listened thoughtfully. She hadn't really talked to anyone in a long time and poor Harry suffered the consequences. "Anyway, I do hope you win."
"Thanks." He said again. She grinned at him and gave a wink.
"No problem."
"I hate that Support Cedric Badges!" She exclaimed as some Slytherins walked by wearing them. "I can't believe them."
"It doesn't bother me much."
"Well it bothers me a lot. The goblet chose you for a reason, it's not like Cedric doesn't need anything to fuel his fat head."
"I'm supposed to meet Hermione." Harry said awkwardly.
"Oh, Hermione is that girl that hangs around you, right?"
"Yes."
"Someone told me you two were dating."
"We aren't."
"I don't believe that rubbish anyway." She gave him one last smile. "Good-bye Harry."
"Bye Sylvia." He waved and headed off. She watched him leave and sought out the twins. She couldn't find them so she walked the familiar path to that same grassy spot where Remus sat with her a year ago. She sighed and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She threw herself back on the grass and watched the sky fade into the night. She suddenly wanted Lupin there, not as a lover but as a friend, someone she could really talk to. She kept so many secrets she wanted to tell them all to Lupin and maybe her head could be clear and she could sleep with a light head. The night where she overheard the girls proved that she could trust only a few people. She ripped up some grass and threw it in the air. Her green confetti was picked up and carried by the wind. She frowned at the half-moon, like the sky smiled at her. She wondered if Lupin thought of her often, if he even really cared about her. She shook the thought of her head, of course Lupin cared for her but he didn't love her. She stood up and went back to the castle, keeping her feelings tucked in so deep that she wondered if she was human at all.
Sylvia couldn't help rolling her eyes at someone that whispered 'Yule Ball.' It was the talk of everyone and she wanted to escape it all. Boys kept asking her to it and she would turn them down quickly. Some from the other schools but she could care less about them. George walked up to her and asked her to the ball but Sylvia smiled kindly at him. She agreed to it and after he left she had a curious feeling of warmth in her body. She remembered her dress robes that Athena bought her and Sylvia hoped they still fit, George told her to meet him in the Great Hall. She put on the robes and ignored the squeals of the girls around her in their dormitory. She held up her arms and realized that she lost a lot of weight since the start of school. She still liked the feeling of the misty gray silk material of her dress robes. She sighed softly.
"What to do." She muttered while scooping up her hair.
"Hey, Sylvia!" Cho exclaimed as entered the dormitory.
"Hey Cho." Sylvia smiled.
"You look stunning!"
"Same to you." Sylvia's smile faded. "I don't know what to do with my hair."
"Oh, I can pull it up in a French twist."
"That would be great."
"Who are you going with?" Cho asked while pulling up Sylvia's hair.
"George Weasley."
"I'm going with Cedric Diggory."
"Cedric, fun." Sylvia rolled her eyes.
"What was that all about?" Cho asked with a giggle.
"We went together a few years ago. His father is the main reason that we broke up."
"His father?"
"I'm Sylvia Black, remember? Keep your children and your dogs locked up when I'm near." She sighed at the end of it.
"I don't believe all that stuff. Most people don't."
"Not Amos Diggory."
"I'm done." Cho said and Sylvia pulled out a mirror and looked at her hair.
"Wonderful!" She hugged Cho. "Thank you. I have to go and meet George."
"I have to meet Cedric in ten minutes." Sylvia left and looked at the large crowd. It wouldn't be hard to spot any Weasley with their flaming red hair. But she ran into Fred three times and Ron twice. She finally found George a few minutes before they opened the Great Hall up.
"You look great!" George exclaimed. "Your robes are the same color as your eyes."
"Oh!" Sylvia blushed. "Athena picked them out for me." They took a table with Fred and Angelina.
"Hello Sylvia!" Angelina greeted.
"Hello Angelina!" Sylvia smiled at her. George grinned at Sylvia the whole time, dazed by the fact that she agreed to go with him. Once the Weird Sisters took stage, Sylvia took hold of George's hands and lead him to the dance floor. George bashfully danced with her. His cheeks turned to the color of his hair when Sylvia rested her head on his chest. She felt guilty the whole time because she could only think of Remus Lupin and what it would be like if he was with her instead. She felt even more terrible because she knew that George fancied her. After a few more songs, she pointed to the door.
"I want to go on a walk." She said into his ear.
"Ok." George followed her and they found a private area to sit. She looked up at the moon, it was nearly full now. George stared at her and couldn't make anything of her expression. Her eyes were distant and her face full of no emotion. Sylvia noticed George staring at her and smiled at him. He blushed and looked down. He saw her hand and placed his on hers. He looked up and Sylvia still had that same smile. It faded slightly and she leaned in to him. She placed her lips on his. George's eyes went wide in shock but it wore off soon and he kissed her back. Once their kissed ended George was left in a daze and didn't see the disappointment in Sylvia's eyes. She quickly masked her emotion and stood up.
"I'm really sleepy." She lied.
"Oh, right...I need to see Fred about something." George muttered and Sylvia nodded.
"I am going to bed." George looked like he was about to give Sylvia a kiss but she quickly waved. "Good night."
"Night." She didn't go to bed but wandered Hogwarts. She liked to walk around Hogwarts when it was empty. She was close enough to the Great Hall to hear the distant echo of the Weird Sisters. She took a seat near a large window and studied the sky. Her back started aching and she realized that the music was gone. She got up and stretched. She heard a foot step and spun around quickly.
"Professor Snape!" She gasped.
"Rather late for you to be out." He sneered.
"Well, I lost track of time. I was looking at the stars." Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" Snape asked.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I'll go now."
"No!" Snape stepped in her path. "Come with me now." Sylvia was about to question him but he took her elbow and pulled her along. He threw her into an empty classroom.
"What is this all about?" She asked with fear creeping in her voice. Snape pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.
"Impedimenta!" He said firmly. "Finally, I've got you." He tucked away his wand and closed the door. "I've been watching you for six years." Sylvia's eyes were full of fear. "And I've wanted you so bad." He forced his lips on hers, his greasy nose rubbing on hers. His hand found the bottom of her dress robes and he pulled them up so his other hand could reach in. Sylvia tried hard to fight the curse but everything her mind tried to do wouldn't happen. His hand on her made her sick. She tried to turn her head away but nothing worked. One of his hand was on her stomach and it slid down to her panties. His fingers played with the waistband before slipping in. She made a throaty cry when she felt his fingers touch her center. Her breathing became erratic and her eyes terrified of what would happen next. Her will to flee became stronger and she felt her toe move in her shoe. Snape still continued his molestation without any clue that Sylvia was beginning to gain control of her toes. His other hand traveled up to her chest where it roamed on the soft, vulnerable skin. Sylvia clenched her fist tightly and tears began falling down her cheek.
"So good." Snape murmured as he sucked on her neck.
"Severus?" It was the worried voice of Professor McGonagall. Sylvia thanked the heavens for her great-aunt.
"Make any noise and I'll kill you." Snape whispered in her ear.
"Severus? Is that you?" Severus quickly regained his composure.
"Yes?" He asked impatiently.
"Oh, so you are patrolling these corridors. Find anyone yet?" Sylvia got her right leg back and began limping to the exit on the other side of her room but with only her right hand helping, it was taking a long time.
"No."
"Good, I was worried some students were still wandering around." Sylvia knocked over an empty bird cage. Her heart cried out inside her chest. "What was that?"
"Found a boggart."
"Need any help?" Sylvia continued for the door and luckily she got control of most of her left leg.
"No I can manage." Sylvia had her hand on the door knob and tried to turn it but her wrist was still under the curse.
"Right. Good night Severus." She thought her heart was going to explode at the rate it was beating. Her hand shook but somehow she managed to open the door and limped out of it.
"Good night." Snape went back in the classroom and saw that Sylvia was gone. His eyes flared furiously as he stormed out of the room searching for her.
Sylvia limped as fast as she could, she could feel more control over her left leg. She stopped and realized that in order to get back into the Ravenclaw Tower, it meant climbing up stairs. She could barely run, tears of defeat brimmed in her eyes as she stood at the bottom of the stair case. She had no doubt in her mind that Snape would surely kill her when he found her. She threw herself on the stairs and crawled up them, her nails digging deep into the stairs, breaking her nails. She ignored the pain in her fingertips and the blood that dripped from them. Soon she reached it and whispered the password while struggling to stand. The painting opened and Sylvia just crawled in. She heard the fast footsteps of Snape but sighed in relief as her vision turned black.
Why do you insist on running
When your back's against the wall
You've been chased into this corner
And I know you're bound to fall
Give in
Can't you see I beat you now
Give in
There's no escaping anyhow
But you try all in vain
Turn around, back again
Can't you see this is me
On the move
I got to get to you
A/N: Bet you saw this coming...the lyrics are Snape's thoughts of Sylvia.