Winter Eyes: A Snape Fan Fic. Part 2 By: Jenny O.
----Sitting at the head of his class in the dungeons, Severus sat staring at a piece of paper. He had
been staring at the same piece of paper for the past forty-five minutes of the class, deciding on
different ways to ask Sylvia to the Yule Ball.
"That will be enough paper throwing from you, Mr. Weasly, and five points from Gryffindor," he said, barely looking up
from the paper to glare at one of the Weasly twins. "But he started..."
"Five more points for talking during a test." his eyes were like daggers. "Another five points perhaps?" Severus
suggested when Fred once again went to protest. Shutting his mouth, Fred returned to taking his test and Severus to his
paper.
He wanted it to be special, but he just wasn't good at being romantic. He had never had a girlfriend or even a girl
that was a friend! Sure he would talk to Narcissa and Bellatrix once in a while, but that was only on
the occasion that Lucius needed a favor from him. Mainly doing with potions, and Narcissa was
usually hanging on Lucius's shoulder, but still managed to looking dignified. When it came to
Bellatrix he had only talked to her when he was placed with her on an assignment for the Dark Lord
and when she came once to pick up Draco once.
Think Severus, he thought to himself. Forget it, he concluded. He would just have to think on his feet when the time came.
----Sylvia sat at her desk as well, but not thinking about what to say, but on what to wear. Letting
on a quiet exasperated sigh, she scratched out the idea that once sounded probable. She was thinking
of what to wear. Having many gowns to decide from made it all the harder.
I could wear the one that's...ah! No, she thought to herself. Or I could... No! Not that one either!...I've got it! Dipping the
quill in ink she noted to herself to wear a gown that would stop anyone in their tracks.
Smiling at the idea, she began to work on her hair. Something classy, but fun, something not hard to do, but
looks like it took hours...Got it! Scribbling down yet another idea, she had her look complete.
----It's quite funny how when you're excited about something, a day seems like a second, and a week
seems...a second! This is also true of nervousness, Severus noted. "Severus, you're even whiter than
usual my friend. You nervous about something?" Clasping a hand on his shoulder, Igor Karkaroff
looked around the room to see what was troubling his friend.
"It's nothing," he lied. Calm down Severus, you don't want to draw attention to yourself, but just as he was talking himself
out of his wave of anxiety, it started up again when she appeared through the doors, gracefully walking down
the crimson runner that ran down the center of the Great Hall. "Ah," Karkaroff smiled and left his
friend.
----Taking one nervous step at a time, Severus made his way over to Sylvia. Noticing him, Sylvia
smiled and pulled on the side of her gown, to flair it out. She looked stunning in the royal blue
velvet gown with a deep velvet purple underskirt. Her hair was in a classic bun with three large
curls hanging down at the nape. "Hello Severus," she greeted, smiling. He was glad she said
something because, for the first time in his life, was lost for words. Clearing his throat, Severus
offered an arm, "Shall we?" Smiling she took his arm with a gloved hand. As he escorted her onto
the ballroom floor, he took time to notice the details of her attire. He noticed right away that she
wore a boxed neck dress that was enticingly low, and a simple sapphire necklace hung from her
neck...low.
----Sweeping her into a waltz, Severus didn't notice the jealous eyes of Igor Karkaroff watching
their every move.
Acting like a friend to Severus was hard enough, but now watching him dancing
with a rare jewel was torture. So long ago he loved, so long ago yet seemingly so close he lost his
love, and Severus was going to pay. Severus was the one to blame for her death.
It was about ten years before. Voldemort had already perished it would seem and the Death Eaters were scattered
with no leader to guide them. After letting the Ministry get over confident that the Dark Lord was
truly dead for sometime, Karkaroff decided to gather some death eaters, one of which he was
infatuated with, Adelaide.
Breaking and entering into many muggle houses and torturing all who
lived there, they then set fire to the house. Upon setting fire to the final house, a cold chill coursed
through Karkaroff's veins like poison. Adelaide was still in the house! Rushing towards the broken
down door, Karkaroff attempted to save her but was tackled to the ground just as the house blew
up. Upon being crazed and distraught from losing his love, he just remembered that face of the body
which eyes reflected the fire that consumed his love, it was the thing that stopped him from saving
her, his love. Severus Snape. At that moment he decided that he would pay dearly.
Your heart inside you is already a weak and easy target, but to have it on the outside, and dancing with it and smiling
at it (almost) made it weaker yet. Looking around, Karkaroff made his leave to put in motion his
devious act.
----Surprised at how well of a dancer Severus was for being so shut up, Sylvia couldn't help but
smile and look into his eyes.
Consumed with his need for her, Severus looked around the ballroom, seeing that no one was paying attention to them,
he spoke. "Come with me," his eyes hid an exciting secret and a sudden warmth that sent shivers up her spine, Sylvia
nodded and followed.
----Passing through the French Doors that led to the balcony outside, Severus brought her even
closer than before to him and continued their waltz. "You have the most amazing eyes I've ever
seen, and the most perfect lips." Blushing slightly and shocked and amazed at this new side of him,
Sylvia gave a modest smile. Stopping to stare at her, Severus for the first time in his life, let down
his barrier of defense and met those perfect lips with his. After a moment, he released her. "I'm
sorry, I..It's just that,"
"Shhh," she placed a finger to his lips, then kissed him deeply.
----Her hair probably in a mess from being pressed into the hedges, Sylvia was over come for a new
feeling for Severus. Love. Breathing heavily, Sylvia wanted to tell him.
"Severus I..."
"Shhh," Severus looked around, a frustrated look upon his face from being interrupted from the task at hand.
"Lumos," the end of his wand lit. With a hand around her waist, Severus kept her secure next to him
in his search for the noise.
After making many twists and turns, they found them selves out in the
middle of the Quidditch pitch. Focusing his sight to the middle of the pitch, Severus could make
out a tall figure amidst the fog. "I knew you'd find your way," the figure spoke.
Recognizing the accent, Severus identified the figure. "Karkaroff? What is the meaning of this?"
"Oh! Don't tell me you don't remember!"
"Remember wha.."
"Ten years ago! Ten years ago we were breaking into muggle homes, only a few years after the Dark Lord fell. You
betrayed me on one account and all the others on another. Both on one night. The night when I lost my love. Remember
Adelaide? She was in that last house when I was about to go in and get her, the house exploded! Yes you did save
my life, but you lost her's! You lost me as someone to trust that night as well," he smiled, a cruel,
twisted smile. "Rictashamepra!" A bolt of lightning came flying from the end of Karkaroff's wand,
sending Severus flying back. A scream left Sylvia's throat.
----The wind knocked out of him, Severus struggled to get back up. Regaining his breath, he hurried
to his feet and drew his wand. "Uh ah now," Karkaroff smiled, looking up in the air. There Sylvia
levitated a look of horror on her face. That look alone was just about enough to kill him.
"Now you will see what it feels like to lose your love right in front of your eyes SEVERUS!" the way he said
his name could have soured milk. Falling to his knees from weakness and defeat, Severus manage
to say something more powerful than any magic just as Karkaroff hissed out the Killing Curse.
"I love her..."
Karkaroff's wand glowed green and began to shake, a look of terror consumed his face
when he realized that he couldn't release the wand and the Killing Curse was reversed on him.
Screaming in absolute unbearable pain, Green waves of light weaved their way in and out like a
needle pulling thread through out his body until it faded and he collapsed in a heap on the ground.
Dead.
----Now on the ground after quite painfully falling many feet, Sylvia was weak from fright and
shook all over. Barely able to breathe between sobs, Severus ran to her and embraced her, kissing
the top of her head. "Everything's going to be alright. It's all over. You're safe, I'm here."
"How am I still alive?" she sobbed out. Wondering if he should tell her the truth, he hesitated a moment before
he decided come what may and told her what he had been wanting to say forever it seemed.
"I love you." Looking up at him with those gray eyes, shimmering from tears and the moonlight, a look of
relief showed through. "I love you too." Both smiling, Severus kissed her she a way would never be
kissed again.
----Six months later With the events of the dark night only witnessed by Sylvia and Severus, then
retold to Dumbledore and McGonagall, naturally, the whole school knew. As they also knew that
Sylvia was now Sylvia Levena Snape and that at that very moment as she scribbled notes on the
black board, she was expecting another addition to the Snape family. Severus was back to his usual
self, but everyone could see that he was much happier and glowed whenever Sylvia came around
with her and her big belly.
(Four months later Sylvia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who they named Imoean Venus Snape.)