Disclaimer: Well I forgot to do this in the first chapter so, people I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning: There are mentions of abuse and rape and a bit of swearing, I'll try to cut down on it though.
AN: 'bold letters are mind speech'
'Italics are your subconscious'
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AAN: And this story takes place after the fifth book, I didn't like the sixth.
Snape ChroniclesChapter 2
They had just entered the main foyer when suddenly Selene or rather Shadow stopped, her back was rigid and her stance was set ready to strike.
Severus was caught off guard with her abrupt stop and nearly toppled into her, as he had been lost in thought. He found Selene staring at something across the foyer and he turned his head to see what she was looking at. It was Lucius Malfoy. The bastard had found (more like called) the young girl Pearl who had greeted them earlier and had her pined to the wall and was at the moment molesting her while she was trying to get away though not making a sound. He looked over to his daughter and saw that she was barely controlling her anger though she wasn't letting off sparks yet like her mother used to.
"Lucius," Severus snapped out in a harsh manor. "Do you not have a wife at home to please you?"
Lucius straitened up and sneered at Snape. "And you shouldn't be interrupting a mans pleasures."
"I
hardly call this interrupting, you are after all in the main foyer
and I am on my way out, plus isn't it disrespectful to be molesting
someone else's servants and by the looks of it with out
permission." stated Severus sneering. "If I come across a scene
like this again Lucius, I do not care if you are my friend, but I
will be telling Lucien what has happened. Now leave the girl alone
and go home to you wonderful wife who I'm sure is willing to bed
you."
Lucius bowed in respect (even if it was grudgingly) and
apperiated away leaving the girl sagging half naked on the floor.
Severus looked around before nodding to Selene to go help the girl. Selene did exactly that and ran silently towards her friend. When she got to her she bent down and carefully picked her up and ran in the shadows towards the hidden door that led to the servant's quarters. She kicked it open and quietly yelled down to another slave who came up to take the now unconscious girl to the healer.
They shared a few quick words before Selene closed the door and looked around before nodding to her father to come down the Stairs and out the main door.
When he got to her he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shadows. "Wait," he whispered, "I have a better way to get to my home." Severus then pulled out a port key and said "Home" and away they were to Hogwarts in a bunch of swirling colours.
The Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was pacing the chambers of his colleague and man he considered his son, Severus Snape, waiting anxiously for his return. It had been several hours since he had gotten the message from his familiar Fawks that Severus was called to yet another meeting.
Fawkes cooed softly to his master from his perch atop the fireplace. He could sense his master's agitation and even he himself was worried for the young man he had come to adore, not that he would admit it though. Suddenly he felt a disturbance in the wards that warned him of an incoming port key, and warned his master of this who then turned expectantly to the designed spot where the port key would land.
Suddenly in a flash of magic two beings popped into existence landing in the same position and with the stone port key in between them.
Severus hated port keys, absolutely hated them. Unfortunately it was also the only way of getting Selene into the castle with out being detected by the other teachers. He knew the Headmaster would know right away that there was a stranger in the castle; he just hoped that the old coot wasn't waiting on the other end.
To bad he was wrong.
"Oh, and now who is this?" Stated the Headmaster. There was no twinkle in his eyes, now and for some odd reason Severus found he was missing that little quirk of Albus' greatly, especially in a time like this.
All Selene saw was a bunch of swirling colours. She knew what this was, a port key, but she didn't have to like it now did she.
Suddenly they landed. She dropped her right knee and went into a crouching position while her left hand instinctively shot out to steady her self; her right hand was just hovering over dagger and all her muscles where taunt readying for an attack that usually came after a port key trip, but none came. She then looked over at her 'father' and saw with a little bit of surprise that he was in the same position. Chanole once said that that position she was in, was normally used by abused magical children because of the same reason she used it for; too dodge any and all attacks. Just then she wondered, 'was her father once abused?'
She shook that thought out of her head and looked around for the first time well tried to anyways, as she finally caught sight of an old wizard with a long white beard and bright (almost too bright) orange and blue robes that had dancing blue moons and stars on them. 'This must be the Old Coot' she thought, 'only he doesn't look like a Coot, only a vary smart Slytherin dressing up as an old crazy Gryffindor.'
'You are vary wise for your age, I must say you're the only one who has guessed correctly that I am a Slytherin and why I dress up as a Gryffindor, but I must ask you who are you and why are you here?' asked a voice in her head she soon realised was the headmaster.
'Who I am I do not know, but those who know me call me Shadow and if you think for once I serve that man Voldemort, if you can call him a man at all, I will blast you too Tim buck two and back again. Clear.'
'Crystal, and do not worry Shadow I do not serve Mr. Riddle ether and I'm vary glad you don't.' He answered.
Selene noticed that a vary prominent twinkle had found a place in those piercing blue eyes and she suddenly realized why they called him an Old Coot. 'Great costume I might add.' She sent him sarcastically.
Dumbledore just smiled in response and turned to Snape who was watching them curiously and just a bit wary. "So Severus care to tell me why you made me worry for so long."
Severus' eyes darted over to his daughter and then back to Dumbledore as if telling him something. "Do not worry Severus, she dose not support him." Albus responded out loud. Severus sagged visibly as if a huge wait had just been lifted off his shoulders. Albus just raised his eyebrow but did not comment, as he knew that the man would tell him in his own time.
"Come and sit down." Said Severus who got up off the floor and brushed off the invisible dust on his robe (his daughter doing the exact same thing though neither noticed) and walked over the couch and sank gratefully into it, as did Albus but with a little bit more grace.
Selene just stood there, not really knowing what to do, yes, she was free, but the other pert of her brain told her that she had to stand behind her father as she was taught to. "You too," he said gently (or as gently as Snape could muster) "you are free now and all those rules he had are now out the window."
She nodded jerkily and went over to the opposite couch (love seat) and sat on the edge her back strait, no matter what they said she still wasn't used to it. "We're going to have to work on that." She heard him mutter under his breath.
Severus rubbed his face wearily, 'where to start.' He thought, 'the beginning would be good.' His sub conscious tolled him. He scowled at the voice in his head, wasn't it considered that you where going insane if you where having a conversation with your subconscious. 'No', 'Aw, piss off, your not wanted here.' He snapped at it. If subconsciouses could huff, then it did. He looked up and saw that he had been sitting there for a couple minutes and cursed him self. "Well," he sighed, "I might as well tell you that she is my daughter." He pointed at Selene.
Albus sat up straighter, no wonder his favourite potions master was out of it tonight, his daughter was dead. "But she can't be, she died in the attack on your wife."
"I'm positive of it Albus, I mean look at her, she looks exactly like Alyssa and moves like me, you saw how she landed! Plus The Dark Lord did a parental test, and those don't lie." Severus exclaimed then jumped to his feet and started pacing.
Albus sighed and looked at the man he thought of as a son. "You saw the bodies Severus, there was no way a mere child of one year could survive that slaughtering."
There was a cough, the two men looked over at the young woman who was silently fuming. 'Now,' Albus thought upon seeing her look of tightly controlled anger on her face, 'she dose look like Alyssa.'
"If
you could both stop talking about me as if I'm not here and first
of all, dose any one care that I do not know my own name?"
Both Severus and Albus looked abashed, Severus was the first one who
spoke though. "Your name was- is Selene Alexandriaz Snape." He
said quietly. "It was your mothers favourite name."
Selene sat back and nodded, so she did have a name after all. It also sounded familiar though as if from a distant dream.
"Dobby," she heard some one call faintly, then there was a popping sound and some one answer in vary bad English. "Yes Headmaster Dumbulydore sir, how may Dobby assist you sir?"
Before she could hear anymore she felt something cool press up too her lips and gently force her to swallow the contence, before she could push who ever it was away she was out like a light, fast asleep in her fathers arms.
AN: I know this chapter wasn't vary long, but it felt like the right place to stop. Anyhoo, I don't know when I will next up date (hopefully soon).
Ok, I just need to clear up on a new character that was briefly mentioned, Chanole, she is the main cook, potions mistress and the healer of the Manor that Selene was enslaved in. Think of her as the mother hen of the hole establishment (much like Mrs. Weasly) I might be bring her in later on, but you will hear many references to her from Selene's memories. Selene looks upon her as if she was her saviour, which she virtually was but I will get into that later. Fawks will also have a rather large part in it.
Tootles
Lyssa
