"It all started when I was three. My father died in a terrible accident in the Muggle world. He didn't have time to react when the semi crashed into the car he was riding in. My mother didn't handle it well. She committed suicide three weeks after the funeral. I was all alone.
"My aunt Mary took me in until I was five, then she was committed to St. Mungo's because she was crazy. Then I was taken to the orphanage. I have been there for the past twelve years."
"Twelve years?" Snape asked. Roxanna nodded. "Twelve years of whips, days without food, and sleeping on an ice cold floor without any comforts."
"Why weren't you ever adopted?"
"Miss Beatrice had a son who found me extremely interesting. If anyone ever wanted to adopt me, she would find the one thing that the parents couldn't stand and I would have it. When I turned fourteen she thought that I was old enough to be given to her son as a gift, so on his eighteenth birthday, I was tied up in his bedroom to await his arrival.
"Luckily I got out of the restraints before he arrived. When he got there, we fought…violently. That's how I got this scar here," she said pointing to the scar on her chest that traveled from her right shoulder across her chest and down between her breasts where it disappeared behind the fabric.
Dinner showed up and Roxanna picked up a roll and began eating it in small bits. "I got my first set of scars on my back after I forced her son to go to St. Mungo's for physical therapy. He met a woman there and they ran away together. She blamed me for it.
"Then I noticed the other children. They were getting punished for the smallest things, like wetting the bed or having a single wrinkle on her bed when they made it. I knew it was because of her son and what I did to him, so I took the fall. Every time the whip came down, I was in front of it. Every time she took a swing at someone I was there to get the bruise. It went that way for several years. I helped the children get adopted and get out of there. I knew that my chances for adoption were gone since I no longer had a childlike face or was pretty with all the scars marring my skin, but I could at least get them out.
"So, what are we going to do now that Miss Beatrice is out of commission?"
Snape looked at the young girl. She looked so different than when she walked into the Great Hall that first day. Her dress hung loosely over her curves. She had long legs, a skinny waist from being malnourished, medium sized breasts, long arms, full lips, straight nose, gorgeous green eyes full of strength and hope, and long dirty blonde hair. She looked perfect. She has so much power, like the kind she used in the Great Hall.
"How did you do wand less magic?" Snape asked.
Roxanna looked at him with surprise, then fear. "I…I don't know. I always have been able to do it. I never use it unless it is necessary."
"Use it now," Snape said hopping up. Roxanna jumped back. Snape began taking steps toward her and she kept backing up.
"Go ahead and use it now. Protect yourself," Snape said in a fearsome voice.
"Am I in danger?" Roxanna asked with some fear. Snape laughed and Roxanna's eyes grew in terror.
"I should think so. You see dear child, I was a Deatheater," he said. Roxanna's eyes grew wider with interest and fear as he lifted his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark on his left arm. Roxanna's eyes flitted down to it, then back into his eyes.
"I thought that was who you were talking about when you mentioned the Dark Lord," she said.
She kept backing up until she hit the wall. Before she had time to move he trapped her between his arms. His hands were against the wall by her head. He wasn't touching her, but he still had a commanding presence. He leaned down close to her so she could smell the spices from all his potion brewing.
"I think you aren't scared enough to use your power," he whispered. "What can I do to make you use them?"
"Why do you wish for me to use them?" she whispered back. Snape smirked. "I just do," he said.
Suddenly he fell to the ground. Roxanna gasped and looked up at the candlestick just floating in midair. She reached out and grabbed it. Once she had it firmly in her grip, she knelt down to the unconscious potions master and smiled.
"You are going to have one massive headache when you wake up," she said, "but you shouldn't have scared me like that. Goodnight Professor Snape."
Roxanna stood, placed the candlestick on the table in the middle of the room, and left. Snape woke up the next morning on the floor of his sitting room. He had a bump on the back of his head and a splitting headache, and he knew just who to blame.