This is my first attempt on fanfiction.I have to admit that my English isn't that good, so there might be mistakes here and there, even though I've ran through these texts a million times. this fic takes place after the 6th book, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, so if you haven't read the book, there might be SPOILERS... a bit of hint: the story will revolve around the Dark Lord's world more than Harry's.

disclaimer: apparently, I am not that of a genious to have created Harry Potter...

anyway... on with the story...

NOIR and the Dark Side
'So you killed him, Severus?'

Severus Snape snapped around. He was sure that he was alone in his den a couple seconds ago - though the querying voice immediately erased this thought. He recognized the tone of the voice right away. 'Noir.'

The latter was sitting calmly on Snape's armchair with her chin rested on both hands. 'Amusing how Dumbledore's men haven't found you yet.' With the inquisitiveness of the adolescence she was, she poked at a small hole on the velvet sheet of the armchair. With a flick of her finger, the hole swiftly vanished, leaving the velvet whole.

'Noir, what do you want?' asked Snape, straight. It was obvious that he was annoyed by the other's abrupt appearance.

The onyx-haired girl stared at Snape for a brief moment. 'Nothing, nothing at all. It's just that I had a few words with my father. He said to keep an eye on you, especially after these recent incidents. He thought it might have caused you shock.'

'I am not an infant. I am fully capable of taking care of myself, thank you,' replied Snape. He then added, 'If there were anything incapable of handling, I do have Wormtail assisting.'

'The Dark Lord has ordered Wormtail to join him,' said Noir. 'Wormtail will leave tonight to the Dark Lord's presence. Any tardiness will not be tolerated.'

Obviously, Wormtail had been eavesdropping from behind the camouflaged door, for as soon as these words were alleged, there was a racket of footsteps hurrying up the stairs - rather noisy. Snape and Noir knew that Wormtail was much obsessed with the Dark Lord as much as he was scared of his friends back at his old school.

With the absence of the foul, Snape and Noir relaxed. The conversation diverged from single to plural.

'Was it the Unbreakable Vow?' asked Noir. She summoned a couple of teacups with her left hand while the other hand magicked a teapot to brew up the beverage.

'Old Dumbledore didn't want the boy to turn into a murderer. So instead of having the boy kill him, he pled me to do the honors. It had nothing to do with the Vow,' answered Snape, rather icily. It felt bitter to mention the incident over again.

Noir looked up at the man in front of her. She smiled. 'It sounds so lot Dumbledore.' She poured the tea into the cups without magic. 'I knew you wouldn't do it because of the Vow.'

'You did?' asked Snape, taken aback, though he didn't show even a glimpse of surprise.

Noir chuckled. 'You're just like that boy, never were truly evil at heart. Rather sweet actually.'

'I don't know whether I should be flattered or devastated by that statement,' replied Snape, sipping thoroughly on his cup of tea. As he placed his cup down on the table, Snape exhaled a long breath. 'But speaking of evil at heart, neither are you, Noir, daughter of the Dark Lord.'

Noir only smiled.

author's note: I know it's short, but please do comment and review! I know the plot's rather... strange, but please do be kind and review...thank you...