Winter Eyes: A Snape Fan Fic. Part 1. By: Jenny O.
----He in his all black apparel was the only imposing figure that stood on Platform 9 3/4 at the
Hogsmead train stop. Checking his pocket watch and letting out an exasperated sigh, he looked
down the tracks through his lingering breath. The train was fifteen minutes late. Brushing off the
snow that had collected on his sleeves and hood, the sound of a shrill whistle pierced the air. The
Hogwarts Express (though not so speedy today) slowly rolled into docking point. Rolling his eyes,
he stepped into the greeting zone of the platform.
----The Scarlett engine steamed and hissed as the doors magically opened and suitcases and travel
bags floated off into a neat pile in the middle of the station. Around twenty witches and wizards got
off the train and began to sort though their luggage. Scanning the people with his deep brown eyes,
he looked for the woman Dumbledore described for him to welcome. He said she had "bright gray
eyes and dark curly hair." There were many curly haired witches but none had dark brown hair.
Catching a late departee out of the corner of his eye he found her. Dark curls and all. When she
looked up and over at him with those bright gray eyes, he was captivated. She wore an emerald
green robe with a black cloak that she held closed over her chest. She was beautiful with the hood
framing her cream face..
----Looking around Sylvia was quick to notice her, so to speak, guide. He was all in black, just as
Dumbledore said he would be. "Ah! Hello!" she greeted him with a warm smile and a friendly hand
shake. Giving his best impression at a smile, he shook her hand. "Sooo...Are you going to tell me
your name or am I going to have to guess? Ok," she said when he just stood there, his mouth gaping
open, lost for words. "I'm going to guess Tom. You look like a Tom."
"Sorry, my name is Professor Severus Snape," he tried his best at a smile again. "I'm Professor Sylvia Levena, but you
may call me Sylvia." She smiled and picked up her bags. "I've heard of compact packing but isn't that testing
the limits?" Severus managed a joke, looking down at her briefcase sized suitcase.
"That's what I do. Test the limits," she smiled at him. The departing whistle of the Hogwarts Express sounded just
as they were on their way to the castle.
----With the sound of crunching snow underfoot, Severus escorted Sylvia up to the castle. Luckily
for Severus he knew the path by heart because his eyes were busy looking at the elegant, classic
beauty next to him. She looked especially lovely with the bits of snow in her curls and the one little
flake that sparkled on the corner lash of her eye. Her skin was like porcelain but with the slightest
color in her cheeks, but her natural rose red lips made him want to reach out and trace them with his
finger. He was observing her perfectly high cheek bones when once again her eyes caught his
attention. They were a gray that could get the truth out of you and make you do things before any
thought of the repercussions.
----"So, is there anything I should know about?" Sylvia asked, freeing Severus of his wandering
mind. Though he didn't mind where it was going.
"Ah yes," he cleared his throat, "We have visitors from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons here for the Tri-Wizard Tournament
and the Yule Ball is just next week."
"Oh! A ball! How exciting!" She began swirling about in the snow; the flakes falling all around her,
making her look like a ballerina in a snow globe. How beautiful, Severus thought as the hood flew
off her cloak and snow began to collect on her chestnut hair. When she stumbled she just laughed
and placed a hand to her head to regain her balance. "I'm sorry," she said laughing, and placing her
hood back on. She looked at him as no other ever had. No hatred or fear was present, only love and
compassion mixed with mystery. Severus smiled. He actually smiled! Not a half smile, or a sneer, a
full of feeling and happiness smile! And it was all because of Sylvia Levena.
----Holding out his arm to continue to escort her up to the castle she accepted, and Severus wished
that this was just one of many magical moments. One of many magical moments that held more
magic in them than the castle itself.