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Every time I see you, oh, I try to hide away

But when we meet it seems I can't let go

Fading Like A Flower (Every Time You Leave), Roxette

Chapter Ten – Freedom's Just Another Word

where things don't go too well for Severus…

"Why so glum, Snape?" The guard escorting him from his cell was unusually cheerful. "Most people would be happy to be released from Azkaban. Yet you look like you're walking to your death…"

Severus remained silent. The jovial man walking beside him did nothing to soothe his nerves. He scowled darkly as he pondered the circumstances that had led to his release. The guard had been unable to give him any details when he arrived fifteen minutes earlier to escort him to the warden. Severus gritted his teeth. He had planned for every eventuality. He had disposed of Dumbledore's memory of their encounter, where the old Headmaster asked him to put him out of his misery when the time came. He had modified his own thoughts, so there could be no doubt whatsoever about his guilt. The evidence against him had been too condemning. It had been irrefutable. It was impossible that he should be acquitted. Ever. Something had gone wrong. He must have overlooked something. But what?

He was still contemplating where he might have slipped up, when they reached the prison warden's office. The guard ushered him inside and took his position by the door. The warden, a middle-aged rotund man, hurried towards Severus, an ingratiating smile gracing his puffy red face. He shook Severus' hand with exaggerated heartiness.

"Snape, my good man," he greeted him. "What an extraordinary turn of events, don't you think?"

Severus scowled down at the annoying man. "I wouldn't know," he drawled coldly.

The warden's eyes grew round. "B-but… don't you know…?" He stared accusingly at the guard by the door. "Didn't you tell him he was being released?"

"'course I did," the man answered defensively. "Told him exactly what you told me to tell him."

"But then… I don't understand. Snape, you are free to go."

"Why?" Severus' voice was deceptively soft.

"Why?" The older man repeated, taken aback. Severus Snape was a tough nut to crack. All his other inmates would have been overjoyed at leaving this godforsaken place.

"Yes, why?"

"Well, I, erm… I'm not privy to the details," the warden finally admitted. "All I know is that you were granted a full pardon by the Ministry of Magic."

He rummaged through his cluttered desk until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed hold of a piece of parchment, brandishing it triumphantly above his head. Severus snatched the paper from him and scanned it quickly. When he was done, he crumpled the letter in his fist, cursing under his breath. Damnation! He was free.

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Convicted Murderer Acquitted!

The headline of this morning's Daily Prophet screamed at Jane as she unfolded the newspaper. Severus, scowling darkly at the camera, was depicted just below it. Jane choked on her toast, and Remus had to thump her several times on the back until her windpipe cleared. Still gasping for air, she wiped the tears from her eyes and thrust the newspaper at her friend.

"Remus," she cried, "have you seen this?"

He quickly scanned the article and handed the paper back to her. "So that's what all the whispering is about," he mused, nodding towards the four house tables, where students sat huddled together, deeply engrossed in hushed conversation.

Jane followed his gaze and realized that several students had noticed her outburst and were now throwing her furtive glances. She stared at the headline once more, and when the implication hit her, she grew rather pale.

"This can't be right," she whispered, leaning close to Remus. "We know he did it. He confessed. The evidence against him was overwhelming. Why was he acquitted?"

Remus looked at her, surprised. "You don't want him to be free?"

Jane sighed. Regardless of her feelings for Severus and his cruel behavior towards her, she didn't want him to suffer in Azkaban. "Of course, I want him to be free, Remus, but I don't understand it. It doesn't make any sense. I…" She quickly got to her feet. "I… need to read this… in private."

He nodded silently and watched her as she hurried out of the Great Hall, oblivious to the curious stares she drew. After giving it some thought, he had to agree with her. Something didn't add up.

---

Jane stormed into her quarters and threw the Daily Prophet onto the bed. She began to pace back and forth, throwing occasional glances at the newspaper lying innocently on the covers. More than anything did she long to read about Severus, but she was afraid of what she might find. Jane gnawed on her lower lip, as she always did when she had to make a difficult decision. When she finally couldn't stand it any longer, she gingerly sat on the edge of her bed and reached for the newspaper. She unfolded the Daily Prophet with trembling fingers and began to read the article.

In a surprising turn of evens, the Ministry of Magic has acquitted the convicted murderer, Severus Snape, former Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Loyal readers will recall that only a few short months ago, Snape surrendered his person to the Ministry, after a warrant had been issued in his name for the murder of Albus Dumbledore, former Headmaster at Hogwarts.

Material witness to the case was none other than The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, who was present when the foul deed was committed. However, new evidence has surfaced recently, which has shaken the Ministry not little. A source from inside the Ministry has confirmed that it has been proven beyond a reasonable doubt that Snape, in fact, did not kill Albus Dumbledore. Indeed, it was one Simon Rathbone, a Death Eater and long-time loyal supporter of You-Know-Who, who committed the murder and other most despicable crimes – many of which so vile in nature, we cannot print them here out of consideration for our readers' sensibilities.

According to our Ministry source, Rathbone has given a full confession, during which it became apparent that he had impersonated Severus Snape on more than one occasion during the last year by means of a Polyjuice Potion. The new evidence has been examined as to its authenticity and found to be irrefutable. The Ministry has declined any comment, as to how it plans to compensate Snape for his wrongful imprisonment. Nor is it known at this point, whether Snape will seek retribution. All we know at this time is that all wheels have been set into motion to hasten the release of Severus Snape from Azkaban.

Jane lowered the paper. Severus would be free! But would she see him again? Would he come back here? To her? He had made it clear that she meant nothing to him. And yet, deep in her heart, she did not believe him. But her brain told her to protect herself, to forget him, to hate him for hurting her. Jane sighed. Eventually, she would have to talk to him and find out the truth. She would not make the first move, however. Jane was determined. When she had gone to him on Christmas Eve, he had sent her away. And when she had visited him in Azkaban, he had had mocked and insulted her before sending her away. No, she would not go to him this time. Now it was his turn.

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Breakfast was being held in the Great Hall. The first warm sunshine of spring poured through the windows and the students were chattering excitedly to each other. Seated at the teachers' table, Jane and Remus were deep in conversation, comparing soccer with Quidditch. Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open, banging noisily off the walls, and Severus Snape strode in, his black robes billowing behind him like a second shadow.

All conversations stopped mid-sentence, and everybody stared at him with unconcealed curiosity. Even the Headmistress looked rather disconcerted. Jane watched in shock, as Severus walked briskly towards the Head table, a determined expression on his face. Whatever she had wanted to say to Remus stuck in her throat. He had come, she thought frantically. He had come. Conflicting emotions surged through her, and her heart began to race. But he disappointed her. He stopped short in front of the dais, never once looking at Jane.

"What the hell," he ground out without preamble, "has happened to my office?"

The Headmistress stood and pinned him with a stern glare. "Professor Snape," she addressed him primly, "if I recall correctly, I asked you to meet me in my office."

Severus didn't bother with an answer, but merely kept staring at her in his usual aloof manner.

"Very well," McGonagall finally snapped. "Could we possibly discuss it in my office now?"

It sounded more like an order than a question. Several students sniggered. Scowling darkly, Severus whipped around and searched for the culprits among the crowd.

"Well?" McGonagall's left eye began to twitch impatiently.

Severus faced her, ready to speak, but then thought better of it. He snapped his mouth shut, clenching his teeth with forced patience, and inclined his head in a curt nod.

"Very well, then," the Headmistress allowed graciously. "If you will follow me…"

Once they had departed from the Great Hall, the noise level rose considerably as everybody discussed this new development. Many students looked rather put out at the prospect of having Potions with Snape again.

A hand fell on Jane's, and she jumped. She had been so absorbed in watching Severus that she had blocked out everything else. His haggard appearance had broken down any walls she had put up since her visit to Azkaban. His cheeks were even more hollow than she'd remembered, the rings under his eyes were darker, and his robes hung more loosely on his tall frame.

She looked down at the hand on hers. It was Remus'. She met his concerned gaze.

"Are you alright?" he asked her gently.

He had noticed the color drain from her flushed face and knew she was waging a war with herself. Jane had told him about her visit to Azkaban. Severus had insulted and rejected her, and Remus would have loved to punch some sense into him, to punish him for hurting Jane.

"Of course I am, Remus. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Severus…" he began.

"…has made it very clear that he has no use for a silly infatuated woman. I agree wholeheartedly."

Remus did not believe his ears. She quickly squeezed his fingers and nodded proudly. Her chin came up a notch.

"My affections were totally misplaced, Remus," Jane rationalized, trying to convince him as well as herself. "I was alone for such a long time… and working so closely with Severus under such confined conditions… well, it skewed my perception of him – you could say, it affected my judgment. I have no one to blame but myself."

Remus kept watching his friend attentively, but he made no attempt to hide his skepticism. Indeed, it was obvious that he didn't believe one word she'd said. However, he understood her need to save face, to maintain her dignity. He squeezed her hand in return and nodded slowly.

"Just know, I'll be there for you should you need to talk."

Jane smiled at Remus, grateful to have him for a friend. "Thank you, Remus. I appreciate that."

A snigger caught their attention. Several students were watching them and pointed openly at their joined hands. Flushing, Jane quickly extracted herself from his grasp.

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McGonagall pounded her hand onto the table for the third time that evening. She had no idea how she'd lost control so quickly during the hastily assembled faculty meeting.

"Attention! Please!"

Hogwarts' teachers, however, were no better than its students. They kept discussing Snape's sudden return and the events that had led to his release in the first place.

"SILENCE!"

Everybody swirled around to face the Headmistress, whose red face and angry scowl were a frightening sight to behold.

"Thank you," McGonagall snapped ungraciously. "It's about time! Now, if you give me a few minutes of your time, I would like to say a few words regarding Professor Snape."

Somebody in the background began to whisper and McGonagall lost it. "If I have to use a Silencing Charm on all of you, I shall. Mark my words. Now, may I have your attention, please?"

She waited for a moment until she was sure there would be no further interruptions. She cleared her throat. "Well then. As you all know by now, Professor Snape has been cleared of all charges. And during our meeting this morning, he has expressed his explicit desire to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible."

Jane paled and stepped closer to Remus, who placed his hand on her shoulder in quiet support.

"I have consulted with Professor Nightshade," McGonagall continued, nodding towards the current Potions master, "and we believe we have come up with a solution that will suit everybody. After Professor Nightshade's, erm, unfortunate experiences with the sixth and seventh years, he is more than happy to relinquish all his N.E.W.T. classes to Professor Snape."

Basil Nightshade's face had turned slightly purple at the mention of the humiliating pranks he'd suffered at the hands of his students. Jane felt sorry for him. He was a nice man and didn't deserve the constant disrespect he had to endure. Severus, she knew, would whip those kids into shape in no time.

"Furthermore," the Headmistress demanded Jane's attention once more, "Professor Nightshade has agreed to set up a second Potions laboratory in the West wing of the castle and return the original Potions quarters to Professor Snape. I would like you all to put your personal feelings aside and extend Professor Snape the welcome he deserves, as well as all the professional courtesy you can muster. I also urge you to caution your students not to indulge in idle and malicious gossip. Please bear in mind that he is an innocent man, a victim of circumstances."

Jane scoffed. She simply couldn't help it.

"Yes, Miss Sinclair?" McGonagall looked sternly in her direction. "Do you have anything to add?"

"No, Headmistress," Jane apologized quickly and faked a cough. "Sorry."

"Very well, then. That is all."

---

"Remus, what the hell is going on?"

They were walking along one of Hogwarts' many corridors, discussing Severus' acquittal.

"I honestly don't know, Jane. Ever since Dumbledore's death, things have been more muddled than ever. I swear, half the time I don't know what is going on."

Jane laughed. "Only half the time? I don't know what's going on, at all."

She suddenly tripped over an uneven floor tile, and his arms shot out to prevent her from falling.

"What a touching picture," a familiar voice drawled behind them.

"Severus!" His name slipped over her lips, before she could stop herself.

He scowled at her darkly as he took in her compromising position in Remus' arms. Jane's first instinct was to step away from Remus, but then decided otherwise. Coming face-to-face with Severus so unexpectedly had turned her legs to rubber. If Remus hadn't been holding her, she would have fallen unceremoniously to the ground.

Remus nodded towards Severus, who determinedly ignored him, his eyes still fixed on Jane.

"I am surprised at the company you keep, Miss Sinclair," he commented disdainfully. "Professor Lupin is generally not considered… suitable… in polite society."

Jane bristled slightly, but Remus squeezed her shoulders gently, cautioning her to remain calm. She took a deep breath, and her pride kicked in.

"I know all I need to know about him. Thank you."

"Jane," Remus tried to soothe her. "It doesn't matter."

"I wonder…" Severus slowly stroked his chin.

"If you're trying to warn me about Remus being a werewolf, I already know."

This seemed to take him by surprise. His eyes flashed briefly, before they veiled over once again. He turned to his long-time nemesis with obvious distaste.

"Remus, I'm surprised. You've always struck me as… well, weak. How on Earth do you manage to keep two women? Or is Nymphadora out of the picture? Did she get bored with you? Were you unable to satisfy her? You are, after all, twice her age…"

"You keep Nymphadora out of this, Snape," Remus growled in a dangerously low voice.

Jane extracted herself from his embrace and stood beside him. "Get your mind out of the gutter," she told Severus firmly. "There is nothing going on between Remus and me."

"Oh, really?" Severus allowed himself a sardonic sneer. One of his eyebrows shot up quizzically.

She wanted to wipe the amused smirk off his face, but she knew that it would just drain her. She couldn't keep up with his nastiness, even if she tried.

"Believe what you want," Jane finally told him. "I owe you no explanation." She turned to the man next to her. "Can we go now?"

Remus threw Severus one last dark stare, before he turned his attention to her and nodded quickly. He offered Jane his arm, which she gladly took.

"Come on, then," he told her with forced heartiness. "Let's get out of here."

---

Severus stared after them, as they made their way down the corridor. Lupin had thrown an arm around Jane's shoulders, and the two were walking so closely together, it was simply indecent. His mouth twisted in disgust. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she saw in that wreck of a man. Jane and Lupin. He huffed. Impossible!

And, yet, hadn't he pushed her away? Hadn't he put an end to their association? Hadn't he wanted her to forget him and start a new life without him? Why, then, was he so put out by her doing just that? Why had he attacked her at first sight? Severus frowned. Well, he admitted, seeing her had been a surprise. He hadn't planned on facing her just, yet. Nor had he expected to find her in Lupin's arms when he finally did. It was Lupin, he finally decided. Yes. He could have accepted seeing her with any man but Lupin. His eyebrows knitted together in a dark scowl. He didn't really like the idea of Jane being with any man. Any man other than him, of course. Severus growled. Damn woman! Would he ever be free of her?


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