Samaria Kirby is my creation. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 2
"You've got to clear your mind and close it. God, Samaria! We've been at this for hours!" Severus sat, and rubbed his hand over his face.
This was the seventh lesson they'd had, and he was still getting into her mind.
"I'm trying!"
"You can be so stubborn and hard headed. I thought this would be simply for you."
"I really am trying," she insisted.
With a sigh, he rose. "Again," he said. "One, two, three, Legilimens!"
He saw Samaria on the stage in front of hundreds of people. He saw her leaning over a potion, hoping he would notice her. He saw her first kiss.
"That was a memory I hadn't seen before," he said.
"It's one you should have known I'd have. I wasn't exactly at amateur when I met you," she replied, rising from the floor.
"You were at some things," he smirked, and she blushed.
"Let's go. I'm ready."
"Very well, Legilimens!"
He saw her in boy's arms, as a young teen. He saw her admiring him as he taught his first day of potions. He saw her crying over her parent's death. He saw her dancing with him at the Yule Ball.
Again, she was on the floor.
"Urgh!" she exclaimed.
Samaria stood. "Again!" she demanded, and Severus complied.
He saw her taking her OWLS He saw her standing with him on their wedding day. He saw…
Before he knew it, he was on his back. Luckily the couch was behind him and broke his fall.
Samaria looked up at him from the floor, breathing heavy.
"Did I do it?" she asked.
"Somewhat," he replied. "I saw a few memories, but not as many as usual. You didn't have to shove me out so brutally, though."
"Sorry," she said, as she rose.
This went on for another hour. When they had decided to quit, she had managed to block him from staying in her mind for more than a few seconds.
"Tomorrow, we will work on keeping me out completely," he said.
"Tomorrow is the meeting of The Order of the Phoenix," was her reply.
"No matter. We can continue the next day."
Smiling at her progress of the night, Samaria looped her arm through his, and headed to bed.
~*SW*~
Samaria's stomach was doing flips as they entered Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Who all would she see that she knew? Minerva? Remus? she thought.
She followed Severus, who followed Dumbledore, into the kitchen. There were already a few people in there. As Samaria scanned faces, some familiar, some not, she spotted a face that she had not seen in years. He was older and hairier, but had the same handsome, cocky smile.
"Sirius?" she said in surprise.
Sirius was standing to the side, unlike most people who were sitting around the table talking, and looked up at her with a puzzled look.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
With a big smile on her face she walked up to him and asked, "You don't remember the little sister you never had?"
"Samaria?" he asked?
She nodded, and he laughed. They hugged each other, Sirius picking her up and twirling her around. After he set her down he said, "You've grown up!"
"That happens," she said.
"You're very beautiful, just like your mother." Samaria blushed, and Sirius just grinned.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked.
Before she could speak, Severus came up beside her and said, "I do."
"What do you want, Snivellus?" Sirius spat.
Samaria cut in, "His name is Severus, and he's my husband." She couldn't miss the smirk on Severus' face any more than she could miss the look of horror on Sirius'.
"Why?" he asked, the disgust evident in his voice.
Why does everyone say that? she wondered.
"I love him," she replied.
Sirius was still looking at her as if she'd lost her mind when Dumbledore asked everyone to take a seat.
After the meeting, Severus asked to speak with Dumbledore privately. When they left, Sirius came back up to Samaria.
"Hey, Sam. That was a quite a shock you gave me."
She just smiled at him, feeling a little nostalgic hearing her old nickname. He was the only one who had ever called her that.
"So, how long you two been… uh, married," he asked slowly, looking as if the question left a bad taste in his mouth.
"Almost 3 years. Why do you gotta be so mean."
He chuckled at her.
"What?" she asked.
"That accent is horrible. You've been in Britain all these years and still haven't gotten rid of it."
Samaria slapped him on the arm, though laughing with him. When she was a child, that was the main thing he teased her about, often mimicking her.
"I'm sorry I can't have your proper speaking skills," she said in her best over done British accent.
Sirius laughed even harder this time, "Don't. I don't want you butchering ours as you have yours."
"Very funny. So, how have you been, really?" she asked, growing serious.
He grew somber as well, "Well, Azkaban was no picnic. But since I've gotten out, I've been pretty well. I'm corresponding with Harry, too."
"I know," she replied.
"How do you… wait. It makes since now. Ms. Kirby, huh? He's mentioned you a few times."
"Yeah. We've become close. And I know what you're going to say. I like the name Snape just fine, it would be confusing, though, with two 'Professor Snapes'." She decided not to mention how Severus had been keen on keeping their marriage as secret as possible until recently.
"I guess you're right," he glanced around the now empty kitchen, and walked over to sit on top of the table. Samaria followed, and stood beside him.
"You know, I've wondered what happened to you after I went to Azkaban, but marring Sniv..." he stopped at a look from her, and rephrased, "Snape. Marring Snape would be the last thing I would have guessed."
"People find love in strange places," was all she said.
"Well, I don't think you can get much stranger than that," Sirius muttered.
"You two are like children! You talk about him just as terribly as he does you. "
"What does he say?"
"Oh no. I'm not opening that can of worms," she insisted.
"You know," he said wrapping a friendly arm around her shoulder, "I've missed my little sister."
She leaned in, and hugged him, "Well, I've missed my big brother."
"How sweet. The teacher and the felon, perhaps I should come back later," Severus sneered as he entered the room to find them hugging.
"Oh, Severus. You know it's not like that, so don't start," Samaria said, releasing Sirius and walking over to stand with him.
"Hmm," was all he said as he glared at Sirius, the other glaring right back.
"Maybe we should go," she suggested. Walking back to Sirius she gave him a goodbye hug.
Samaria didn't miss the smug look Sirius gave her husband as she hugged him. She went back to Severus, fully expecting to leave, when he grabbed her and dipped her. He gave her a long, deep kiss that took her breath away. When he finally pulled back, Severus gave Sirius a smirk as he turned and left.
Looking between the two, still trying to regain her breath, Samaria followed.
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