New chapter ... :)
The alley was perfectly dark at this time of night. The only light was that of the half moon. She stood on the wet cement and cast long looks up and down the alley hoping to catch a glimpse of the man called Snape.
The hour of three was fast approaching and she had yet to see him. She had her black travel robes on but her head was uncovered. She paced back and forth in front of a blackened shop window.
Then she heard a swoosh, as though someone had just landed a broom. She rounded the corner of the shop onto a side street, and standing there was a figure, very tall and shrouded from head to toe. She walked cautiously closer to him. His broom was tall and polished black. The tip was curved slightly and reached his tall shoulders. He raised his head and looked down his long slender nose at her. His lips were pursed into what was unmistakably a sneer.
Danissa had expected a robust man, a man like her father had been before trapped in Azkaban, but this man was inches taller than how she remembered her father and Snape's eyes seemed darker and colder.
"How dare you contact me at Hogwarts?" he asked. His voice was silkily sharp.
"A pleasure to meet you as well." she said, but if he heard her he ignored it.
"I shudder to think what would have happened had your letter been intercepted, me receiving post from a LeStrange." He said the word LeStrange as though it tasted bitter in his mouth.
"I've had Marcella long enough to know she wouldn't allow such a thing to happen." she said in her defense. She was beginning to take offense at his attitude.
"Since I am here, will you please tell me exactly what you wanted. If it involves some crazed idea of rescuing your parents, you needn't have wasted your time, or mine." he added superciliously.
"I am only doing what my mother instructed me to do, Sir." she said thru pursed lips.
"Ah, yes," he took over, "how *is* your mother?"
"She's a raving lunatic at one moment and an empty shell the next, how do you expect her to be?" Danissa's jaw was set. How dare this man insult her and then have the gall to act concerned about her parents?
"Unfortunately the dementors have that effect on people after prolonged exposure." he said to no one in particular. "Well, it's been nice seeing you again, Danissa. Keep in touch." He made to remount his broom but she reached out to stop him. He looked at her hand on his shoulder as though it were a disgusting bug that had lit there.
"Wait, please." She was pleading with him. This, he thought, was a start.
"There was something else?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Just talk with me. Someplace besides this alleyway. My home isn't far from here by flight. You could follow…"
"What ever you're thinking up, Miss LeStrange, don't." he interrupted her. "I have no intention of getting involved in what ever scheme you have planned."
"Then resurrecting the Dark Lord doesn't appeal to you?" she asked before she realized what she was saying.
Snape's eyes burned with a fury that caused her to swallow hard, but her eyes remained fixed on his.
"Are you mad?" he asked slowly thru clenched teeth.
"I'm tired of playing this game, Sir Snape." she said mounting her broom this time. "Follow me home if you want to hear what I have to say. If you don't, then farewell." She zoomed up into the night sky.
Snape stood dumbfounded for a moment. He wasn't used to people retreating from his presence. Her silhouette was on the moon before he mounted his black broom and took off after her.
r/r :)
The alley was perfectly dark at this time of night. The only light was that of the half moon. She stood on the wet cement and cast long looks up and down the alley hoping to catch a glimpse of the man called Snape.
The hour of three was fast approaching and she had yet to see him. She had her black travel robes on but her head was uncovered. She paced back and forth in front of a blackened shop window.
Then she heard a swoosh, as though someone had just landed a broom. She rounded the corner of the shop onto a side street, and standing there was a figure, very tall and shrouded from head to toe. She walked cautiously closer to him. His broom was tall and polished black. The tip was curved slightly and reached his tall shoulders. He raised his head and looked down his long slender nose at her. His lips were pursed into what was unmistakably a sneer.
Danissa had expected a robust man, a man like her father had been before trapped in Azkaban, but this man was inches taller than how she remembered her father and Snape's eyes seemed darker and colder.
"How dare you contact me at Hogwarts?" he asked. His voice was silkily sharp.
"A pleasure to meet you as well." she said, but if he heard her he ignored it.
"I shudder to think what would have happened had your letter been intercepted, me receiving post from a LeStrange." He said the word LeStrange as though it tasted bitter in his mouth.
"I've had Marcella long enough to know she wouldn't allow such a thing to happen." she said in her defense. She was beginning to take offense at his attitude.
"Since I am here, will you please tell me exactly what you wanted. If it involves some crazed idea of rescuing your parents, you needn't have wasted your time, or mine." he added superciliously.
"I am only doing what my mother instructed me to do, Sir." she said thru pursed lips.
"Ah, yes," he took over, "how *is* your mother?"
"She's a raving lunatic at one moment and an empty shell the next, how do you expect her to be?" Danissa's jaw was set. How dare this man insult her and then have the gall to act concerned about her parents?
"Unfortunately the dementors have that effect on people after prolonged exposure." he said to no one in particular. "Well, it's been nice seeing you again, Danissa. Keep in touch." He made to remount his broom but she reached out to stop him. He looked at her hand on his shoulder as though it were a disgusting bug that had lit there.
"Wait, please." She was pleading with him. This, he thought, was a start.
"There was something else?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Just talk with me. Someplace besides this alleyway. My home isn't far from here by flight. You could follow…"
"What ever you're thinking up, Miss LeStrange, don't." he interrupted her. "I have no intention of getting involved in what ever scheme you have planned."
"Then resurrecting the Dark Lord doesn't appeal to you?" she asked before she realized what she was saying.
Snape's eyes burned with a fury that caused her to swallow hard, but her eyes remained fixed on his.
"Are you mad?" he asked slowly thru clenched teeth.
"I'm tired of playing this game, Sir Snape." she said mounting her broom this time. "Follow me home if you want to hear what I have to say. If you don't, then farewell." She zoomed up into the night sky.
Snape stood dumbfounded for a moment. He wasn't used to people retreating from his presence. Her silhouette was on the moon before he mounted his black broom and took off after her.
r/r :)