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Chapter 2 – Change of Plans
A few hours later, when I was almost done reading the book I was on, Dumbledore came walking into the room with Snape stalking in behind him, a scowl on his face. I put the book down, curious as to what was happening.
"There seems to be a change of plans, Ms. Viahn. Since there will be no one here at Headquarters, Severus agreed that you can stay at his house, so make sure you have everything, because you will be leaving immediately. I have to go now. Good luck!" Dumbledore said, leaving the room, that twinkle in his eye everyone almost talked about in the books. I tossed everything into the bags I had (my backpack and a smaller duffle bag that I bought) and followed Snape out the door. I was wondering where we were going until the Knight Bus appeared in front of us.
During the very bumpy ride, I watched Snape. It didn't appear that he willingly agreed to have me at his house, so I had a feeling he wasn't in a good mood.
For the first time, though, I actually looked at him. He didn't appear as he was portrayed in the books, but maybe it was because he hasn't been spying. His hair framed his face, but was cut to a nice length (not too long but not at all short), and his dark eyes were angry (he caught me staring at him a few times, which he wasn't happy about), but other than that, he wasn't bad looking.
The Knight Bus left us off at a corner, and I followed Snape down the street. All the houses there were those old fashioned type houses, and rather large, which was weird because I was expecting Spinner's End. Okay, another thing that's different in this reality, I thought.
The house we stopped at was a three story house painted a gray color. I really gave off the impression of "don't talk to me". Inside, Snape showed me to a room.
"You will sleep here," he said. "I believe dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes, in the kitchen, not the dinning room. I trust that you can find the kitchen yourself," he continued, flatly, then turned to leave.
"You don't seem like you agreed to me staying here," I blurted without thinking, and he turned back to me.
"There was no other place," was all he answered before he left, and I felt bad. I wasn't sure why, but I think I was beginning to form a crush on the man.
I was able to find the kitchen without a problem (there is only so many rooms on one floor), but dinner was tense. Snape ignored me the entire time, and I began to wonder what I should call him. He wasn't my professor, so I felt weird calling his Professor Snape, and I wasn't going to call him Mr. Snape. Calling him Snape was just rude. I wanted to call him Severus, but I didn't know if he'd like that. Sighing, I went back to my food.
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I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache and I was really thirsty. I didn't know what time it was, but figured it wouldn't hurt to go to the kitchen to get a drink. Realizing I didn't have a robe, I left my room in my pajamas.
I entered the kitchen and stopped short. There Severus was, at the kitchen table, reading. He looked up at me when I entered, then quickly looked me over. I stopped a blush when I remembered how low cut and short my nightgown was. I was wearing shorts underneath, but still. At that time I was very glad that I didn't like those see-through nightgowns.
"What are you doing up?" he asked, going back to reading.
"I need a drink, I have a headache," I answered, heading over to the sink. After opening a few cupboards, I finally found the glasses, and I took one out, filled it and drank. Not knowing what to do with the glass, I put it next to the sink for the house elves (I know Severus didn't cook the food, so it had to be house elves), and turned around to see Severus walking into the room. I shook my head. I didn't even notice him leave the room.
Severus walked over to me and handed me a vial of something. I gave him a look when he didn't tell me what it was.
"It is for your headache," he answered, standing close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. I took it, looking at him at him and seeing that he was looking down my nightgown. I really did blush this time, but I didn't move. It felt good, being that close to him. There was a feeling that I never had with any of my previous boyfriends, and I didn't want to move. I quickly took the potion, and Severus took back the vial. Neither of us moved for the longest time, and I was starting to get sleepy again. Severus must have noticed, because he sat back down at the table, without saying anything, so I left the kitchen and went back to bed.
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The next morning I was woken up by a knock on my closed door. Without really thinking, I rolled out of bed and opened the door. It was Severus.
"Breakfast is ready," he said, taking a step closer to me so he was almost as close as he was the night before.
"Um . . . okay," I said, rubbing my eyes and straightening my nightgown. "Let me get dressed." I moved to close the door, but he didn't move. "What?" I asked, irritated. I am not very personable person in the morning. Severus didn't say anything, just turned and left. Ookay, I thought, shutting the door. I really wish that when someone wanted to say something, they would just say it.
After another silent meal, I looked around at the stuff I owned and was clueless about what to do. What bugged me was that I was around magic, but I couldn't do any, as for as I know. I wondered if I could do potions without magic ability (actually, I was wondering if I did have any magic ability. I made a note to ask about it later), and figured that since there was a potions master in this house, why not ask?
It took awhile before I found him, but he was in the library (how had I not thought to look there first?). I stood in the doorway for awhile and he didn't bother looking up, but he probably knew I was there. It's Severus. He was a spy, so he probably always knows his surroundings.
"Severus?" I asked, taking the chance with his name. He looked up at me without scowling, so I supposed he didn't care if I used his first name, although he'd been acting like he wanted me to go to bed with him. You wouldn't think Severus as your typical guy, but that's sure what he'd been acting like since I arrived at his house. "I was wondering . . . well, potions seemed like the most interesting subject from the books, and I was wondering if you need to be magical to make them."
"Some," he answered, and I rolled my eyes.
"Very specific," I said. "So, could I borrow a book?" I asked. He was about to answer when the floo flared, so he got up and answered it.
"Severus, may I come through?" someone asked, and I recognized it as Dumbledore. Severus just moved aside to let him through. "Briana, how good to see you. Holding up, I assume?" he asked me and I nodded. He was up to something, I could tell. This involves both of you, so it is a good that both of you are here. Sit, please." I sat, but Severus did not.
"Something rather . . . odd has come about. Briana," he said, and I just realized that he switched to my first name. "I have a reason to believe why you were brought to this reality instead of someone else. As it turns out, you were born in this reality."
"What?" I asked, startled. "But . . . how?"
"A blood test one done, to make sure you were who you said you were, and something peculiar showed up. Severus," Dumbledore said, "Briana is your daughter."
"What?" It was Severus' time to yell. The only thing I could think of to think at that moment was 'eww'. The guy I had a crush on was my father! How unfair.
"Wait," I said suddenly. "Ages don't match up."
"Time probably ran at a different pace in the reality you grew up in. The only other case I found recorded on something similar, the girl de-aged to her correct age in about a week, but it took a few days to start de-aging."
"So, how old am I?" I asked.
"Severus?" Dumbledore asked him. "Would you have any ideas?" Severus didn't answer. In fact, he just got up and left the room. "He isn't taking this as well as I thought he would." I just shook my head. From the way he'd been acting since I got here, he was probably embarrassed about what he wanted to do with the girl he just found out was his daughter. I, honestly, had to say I felt the same way.
