YAY chapter five! its been a while since i updated, but i was having writers block...
hop you enjoy!
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disclaimer : evelyn is mine, everything else...well, i do not own...dammit.
ONTO THE STORY!
A week had passed, and as Dumbledore had predicted, Evelyn did indeed confide in Snape more than anyone else, and true to his word, he would listen to her tales of happier times and try to console her to the best of his abilities. He was fine with the listening part, he always liked to listen rather than talk yet he always felt extremely uncomfortable when she would break down. And today was no different from the past discussions and bout of tears.
Severus Snape was currently in his Living Quarters in the dungeons, hesitantly holding a young woman in his arms, whose sobs were finally subdued, and she was reduced to small sniffles and hiccups every now and then. Snape patted her back awkwardly and sighed, wishing that they were talking about almost anything right now other than the tragedy that had manifested itself a week ago.
Evelyn had not missed the heavy sigh from her potions master, and lifted herself up, pulling away from Snape.
"I'm sorry Professor, this must get aggravating after a while, it seems like I've been crying non stop when I'm with you," she chuckled sadly " and I thank you for being so patient and understanding with me, I don't know what I'd do with myself if I didn't have anyone to talk to." she smiled apologetically.
A wave of guilt washed over Snape, and he grasped Evelyn's shoulders " Miss O'Brien, you are not a bother to me, and I do not regret these discussions, for it is helping you to understand what has happened, and is helping you to move on. I will gladly listen to anything you wish to talk about."
"That's very kind of you sir. And you can call me Evelyn if you'd like." Evelyn said.
"And you may call me Severus if you wish," Snape replied, hoping to make her feel a bit happier.
It seemed to have worked, for she smiled brightly for the first time in a long time, and switched the subject to the different ways to brew the draught of the living dead.
For the next few weeks Evelyn grew closer to her Professor, considering him one of her better friends, for she had mailed her other friends telling them of the sad news, and they had never replied. And Snape, though grudgingly at first, grew to accept and even feel content in her presence, though he would never tell a living soul of that.
And even though Evelyn had almost stopped crying all together in front of Snape, and their subjects were mainly potions related, she did have the occasional flashback that haunted her for the rest of the day, even subduing her to silence.
On one particular night, Evelyn, ready for a good night's sleep, extinguished the lights and slipped into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
Her dreams lead her back to the cottage, her whole family smiling and waving, some of her older cousins bouncing small children on their knee, and some splashing in the water or playing in the sun. her father greeted her with a bear hug and a kiss on the top of her head, and her mother with her gentle hugs telling her how proud she was of her. Her Nana handing her a twix bar and kissing her on the cheek, and her Memere playing cards with her grandpa and her uncles. Everything seemed perfect.
But in a flash, the sky grew dark, and tall black figures attacked her family, and she was frozen on the spot, not able to move, not able to shut her eyes, she could only scream. Then everything went dark, everything silent. And then an eerie green light illuminated the once happy place, which was now littered with corpses, their blank eyes all staring at evelyn sadly, almost accusingly, as if saying "why did you let us die?" the silence was deafening, and the feeling of loneliness wrapped itself around her heart. And she screamed to the heavens.
Evelyn woke up screaming, drenched in a cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably. Looking at her darkened surroundings she realized she was in her room, she was at Hogwarts, and she fell back on her pillow, letting the tears pour down her face. No sobs escaped her body, she silently cried until exhaustion took control, and she fell into a dreamless sleep.
k thats the chapter, kinda short, but i literally dont have any other chapters, ive had writers block... oh well, read and review and ill hurry up to get the next chapter in!