A/N: Allo allo :D! I have returned with this chapter! Fairly quickly too…for me. I would like to thank my TWO reviewers.

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Chapter 1

My Comrade, My Enemy

The Snape manor was nearly deserted. Its rooms and halls were filled with crates and trunks. The furniture was draped with white sheets. The walls were bare, the bookcases empty.

Severus, last of his family, stalked through the corridors. He regarded his family's most treasured heirlooms impassively. They meant nothing at all to him. This would probably be one of the last times he saw them but he didn't care. Soon, he would be leaving this desolate place forever. He was to live at Hogwarts from now on. He couldn't leave soon enough for his taste. The house was an unpleasant reminder of his childhood.

The soon-to-be potions professor sat down heavily on a covered chair in his father's former study. The old bastard was dead now, along with the rest of the Snape House, whether on the run from the Ministry's aurors, or from suicide. Some had even killed by their fellow Death Eaters, their murderers hoping to gain favour or forgiveness for these actions. Only Severus, due to his secret loyalties, had escaped his family's ill fate unscathed.

Yes, Voldemort had fallen. And the noise of the fireworks had not yet faded when the Ministry of Magic commenced hunting down his remaining followers. The surprised Death Eaters reacted in many ways; some immediately confessed, hoping for leniency, many claimed to have been placed under the Imperius curse, or gave the Ministry as many names as they could to gain their own freedom. A great number ran. Others, who were still unshakably loyal to their leader, fought. A few were freed, all the rest were placed in Azkaban or had been killed while fighting of aurors (not always an accident on the auror's part).

Very few knew about Severus' connection to Voldemort; only Dumbledore-the new Headmaster of Hogwarts-and a select few Ministry officials. To divert the suspicions of those Death Eaters who had wriggled their way out of punishment-such as the Malfoys-Severus had to pretend that he had rescued himself through the same means. As far as his old comrades knew, he had claimed to have been controlled through the Imperius curse. It was plausible enough and the small number of people who actually knew of his doings had already returned to ignoring him.

Leaning back in the chair, his eyes closed in thought, Severus was caught completely off guard when he heard a thunderous explosion near the front entrance.

Pausing only to snatch up his wand, Severus bolted downstairs and through the labyrinthine halls. A few more, smaller, explosions sounded as he ran, followed by some pounding and last of all a loud crash. A moment later, he reached the entryway, wand raised. A strange sight met his eyes. Huddled in the open doorway was a cloaked female figure, injured and breathing heavily. Her robes were smoking slightly and a pool of a blood was forming roughly around her leg. Her head was uncovered, but bowed, and her dark hair hid her face from view. The most surreal part of the scene was the fact that it seemed as though a dim outline of wings was flickering in and out above her back. Outside the door, Severus could see scorch marks dotting his porch. He noted dimly that it was raining.

Sensing his presence, the intruder glanced up at him. Seeing her face-the tanned skin, the bright green/yellow eyes, the dark brown hair-Severus immediately knew who she was. He did not lower his wand.

"Hello there, Sev," the woman greeted cheerfully. "Did you know that your door is guarded with fire charms?"

"Get out, Phoenyx."

Phoenyx was unfazed. "That's not a nice thing to say to your oldest schoolfriend," she quipped.

With a degree of difficulty, she pulled herself to her feet using the door jamb. As soon as she was standing relatively stably (her left leg was badly ripped up), she allowed the glamour placed on her wings to fade. In a moment they were completely visible. Apparently they'd been hit as well. Russet stains of dried blood clung to their black feathers. Though, knowing Phoenyx, there was a chance it wasn't her own.

"Nyx, leave," ordered Severus. "There's nothing for you here." He kept his wand on level with her heart.

"Oh yes, there is," she answered swiftly, "I need a healing potion." She gestured to her leg. "And I know you have lots of those. You always do, along with all those poisons of yours." She rolled her eyes impatiently, "and lower that bloody stick, would you? It's just irritating. You would never hex me and you know it."

Reluctantly, Severus pocketed his wand. His reasoning was that, in her position, Phoenyx knew that killing her only remotely possible ally within a thousand leagues would be a very unwise decision. Secretly, however, deep in his mind, he knew that she did have a point.

"Why are you here?"

"I told you, idiot human! To get a healing potion. Or would you rather I just bleed on your floor?"

Severus would have liked to reply with some sort of biting retort, but Phoenyx drowned out his voice by slamming the front door just as he opened his mouth. She hobbled past him, favouring her left foot heavily. Severus watched her limp down the hall in mild disbelief. Phoenyx seemed to notice that he hadn't moved. She turned around and gave him a look of mingled expectance and impatience.

"Well…?"

"You don't honestly expect me to help you, do you?"

Phoenyx snorted. "Of course not. But I'm going to take what I need regardless. This just might take longer."

With that, she returned to her struggle down the corridor.

Cursing himself for his inability to deal with the irritating pixie (for that was what she was), Severus hurried to catch up to her. The second he was beside her, Phoenyx wrapped an arm around his shoulders to steady herself. She was shorter than him and the action forced him to stoop.

In an attempt to gain some form of control over the situation, Severus dragged Phoenyx bodily into a nearby sitting room and dropped her on the closest chair. He knelt beside her, his black eyes glaring into her own.

"What do you want?" he growled.

Phoenyx opened her mouth, a sarcastic reply on her lips. Severus cut her off.

"Say healing potion again and you will be seperated from your limbs."

The pixie smirked. "Well, Sev, currently not-being-hunted-down-like-a-dog-by-aurors is the highest on my list of priorities." She paused and subconsciously shifted her leg. The pain this caused made her grimace. "However," she added, her voice slightly strained, "I'm also in favour of not bleeding to death. So, if you would be so kind…"

Phoenyx mimed drinking something and flashed Severus a pointed look, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

Severus didn't answer her. Instead, he examined the slashes across her calf. He was no healer but he could tell they were quite deep. Phoenyx must have suffered substantial bloodloss because of them.

He gestured to the wounds. "How did this happen?"

Nyx shrugged. "I was running. We were in a forest. I was going to try to lose my pursuers by crossing a ravine," she made flapping motions with her hands, "when some wizard managed to hit me with a stunning spell. I fell down the slope, still conscious, but unable to move. I think I must have hit a rock or something…possibly several rocks. It was a very deep, very gravelly ravine," she added, wincing at the memory.

"They didn't catch up to you?" Severus asked skeptically. It was obvious that she had escaped, or she wouldn't be in his house, but must have had to fight them to get away. This would be difficult when stunned.

"By the time I'd reached the bottom, the spell had worn off. Shock and adrenaline helped me keep running. Whenever they came too close for comfort I'd throw an elemental spell at them. Of course, I couldn't do that very often as my strength was running out."

Being of Faerie origins, Phoenyx could, on occasion, command and use the elements to her advantage. However the effort of controlling them was heavily draining and it was unwise to use more than three elemental spells in a month.

"How many spells?"

"About…" Phoenyx closed her eyes and tried to calculate the number, "twelve."

Severus' eyebrows shot up. "And you're still alive?"

"As I said: Shock and adrenaline." The pixie swayed slightly and for a moment her eyes seemed to have trouble focusing. "Which, I believe is now starting to wear off." She said once she'd steadied herself.

A thought occurred to Severus, "why didn't you just fly?"

Phoenyx rolled her eyes. "Oh, now, there's a bright idea. And while I do that I might as well paint a bull's-eye on my back and send up fireworks. There's no easier target than something in the sky, Sev! There's no cover, nowhere to hide, and if you try to land you're incredibly vulnerable. Not to mention, if you get hit with anything you could crash and die a bloody broken death. Flying is good for speed and quick evasion perhaps but for long drawn out chases, it isn't very helpful."

"Tell me, did you kill any of the aurors?" Severus asked, relatively sure of the answer.

"Without a shadow of a doubt," Phoenyx answered, her face, for once, serious.

For a long moment an oppressive silence reigned between them. Becoming impatient, Phoenyx broke off their staring contest.

"Well? Are you going to help me or not?"

Severus considered this. He was not entirely sure what to answer. He knew what Nyx was capable of and where her loyalies lay. He knew that underneath the sleeves of her robes lurked the Dark Mark. They'd been friends for more than a decade and he knew by now-or thought he did-how her mind worked. She was ruthless and manipulative to the core, though she reserved a soft spot for him. Still, if she could use him as an avenue of escape, she would. It would be in his best interests if he turned her out. If the Ministry learned that he had aided one such as her…the consequences would be very grave indeed.

However, Severus could not deny that Phoenyx had been a good friend to him. She'd defended him from the start and, despite the unpopularity it caused her among the rest of the student body, she had remained by his side. Even when she entered Tom Riddle's inner circle, she had always made time to spend with him.

She was a spy on her own people, an assassin and a Death Eater but she was still his friend.

"I'll help you with your wounds," Severus said at last, "but then you are on your own."

Phoenyx nodded once, accepting this small mercy. Then, at last succumbing to bloodloss and exhaustion, her eyelids drooped, her body slumped and she slowly, inexorably, fell sideways off the chair. Severus caught her just before she hit the marble floor.

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A/N: And there you go…Now I just want to clarify a few things in case someone wants to flame me.

I realize that the fact that my OC is a pixie may make some people want to call her a Mary Sue. I assure you that she is not.

 For one thing, she is not beautiful.

She's kind of pretty, in a bizarre way, but she certainly isn't a blond blue-eyed bombshell. More of a…yellow-eyed brunette.

Nobody falls in love with her (at least not in this or any of my stories)…I suppose, that at some point of her life-not documented by me-someone fell in love with her…

She isn't perfect, in fact, she screws up A LOT. And she's prone to violence and bagpipe-playing.

She doesn't have a ::gasp!:: angst-ridden past; her childhood was quite happy.

She's also quasi-evil. Hello? Death Eater? (I'm not sure if Mary Sues are never evil but they do seem to always be nauseatingly good most of the time).

I made Phoenyx a pixie not because I wanted a perfect-in-every-way girlfriend for Snape. I made her that way because J.K. Rowling's books are filled with magic and pixies are (obviously) magical creatures. I wanted her to be out-of-the-ordinary and a weird friend of Snape. She has wings, yes, and can use elemental spells occasionally, but otherwise she has no specific powers. She's just a run of the mill faerie. Anyway, I've argued my case and if you still want to criticize my work, you may do so, as long as it's constructive. After all, does anybody benefit from flames?

Please review! Thank you in advance, Freckled Raven