"Ms. Black would you come up to my desk please?"
"Y-Yes sir, Professor Snape."
Jill placed her quill in the ink-well and stood up quietly. She noticed that her new Potions teacher and Head of Slytherin House, her house had his nose nearly flat to a piece of paper and was writing but from his pen strokes it seemed like he wasn't really writing anything coherent.
"Ms. Black," He said quietly as her finally looked up from his paper and into her deep innocent eyes.
"Your name is Jill Remus Black, no doubt named after your god-parents." Jill nodded carefully but her eyes continued to bore into the Professors, into his soul.
"Ms. Black, is your mother...Sabine?"
Jill's eyes widened but she did nothing, this reaction confirmed it for him.
"Thank you Ms. Black you may return to your seat, the class is nearly over." Jill nodded and spun around, walking quickly and silently back to her seat.
Snape sighed and ran a hand through his long black hair, this was goinig to be difficult.
Severus Snape had always prided himself on his ability to hold back his emotions until the times where he was alone and was allowed to release them. Sometimes they were released in a manner unhealthy to himself and would have to go to the infirmary. He would endure muttered lectures from the nurse there, Madame Pomfry, but he would think to himself as he walked back to his room that it was well worth the pain and the lecture.
I had alwas shown professionalism in the classroom, I mean sure I made some kids cry in my time as a teacher but none of the ones who ran away hadn't been deserving in one respect or another. Most children are sniveling pieces of useless flesh. Though there are a few that are worthy of at least a tiny bit of praise.
"Students, pack up your things. Class is over. Ms. Black, stay after class."
Harry and his friends stoppped cleaning and looked at a scared Jill Remus.
"J.R.-"
"It's fine guys, I'll catch up."
Jill's cousin and fellow Slytherin, Draco Malfoy placed a hand on her shoulder and said quietly,
"It's allright, he's a good bloke, loves Slytherin, don't worry." Jill smiled at him in response and finished packing up her things.
When they were finally alone Jill stood at her table waiting for Professor Snape to say what he had to so she could get to dinner and talk with her friends. But for a long time he said nothing, this made Jill very uncomfortable.
He was writing again, but this time it had a purpose, he was brain storming on what he should say to this girl.
"Ms. Black, would you please come up to my desk?"
That was the second time he had asked her to come to his desk.
What did this dark mysterious man want of her? She was about to find out.
"Your father is Sirius Black, is he not?"
"Yes, Professor," She whispered in fear at that name.
"I see," He said as he continued writing for a moment then he slowly stopped writing and placed his quill in the ink-well.
"Ms. Black, do you know what your mother's maiden name was?" Jill shook her head fearfully and Snape stopped talking.
"You need not be afraid Ms. Black, I am not going to bite." Jill looked up in surprise but felt a smile gracing her lips lightly when she noticed humor in the man's eyes.
"Sir," Jill finally said in a hushed tone.
"My mother rarily spoke of her past or her family. She did use to tell me stories about her and her older brother...the way she talked about him was always in a sad voice...like she had lost him. That is all I really know about my mother."
"I see."
Professor Snape stood and walked over to Jill who looked up at him in less fear, but with fear none-the-less.
"Ms. Black, my name is Severus Snape and I had a little sister. She married when she was very young and much to my dismay to my arch-nemisis. I said somethings to her the last night I ever saw her that I regretted as soon as they had left my lips but I could not take them back. I think about her everyday, not a moment goes by that I don't wish I could take it back and be back with my little sister..."
Snape trailed off and Jill felt the need to suddenly hug this sad man, but she shrugged it off.
He finally continued after a moment and all at once a strange anxiety washed over her.
"My little sister's name was Sabine."