WE DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
Chapter 3: Another Blasted Letter
SPOV
I sat in the Great Hall, pushing food around my plate, hating every minute of breakfast. I sighed and looked up, hoping I can find a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff to pick on today in potions.
Ahh, Fridays, I thought to myself, no classes for two days. No staff meetings this weekend, no pressure.
I had a clear weekend ahead, and I was quite happy to just sit in my private chambers, in front of the fire with a good book about 202 different potion ingredients and where to find them. I liked potions, but teaching them to children who really don't wish to learn is another matter.
I continue to play with my food, when a chair was pulled out next to me.
"Good morning, Severus," Minerva chirped next to me, as she began to sit down.
I muttered a, "Morning," and continue to play with my food. She has been in a cheery mood ever since Gryffindor won the match against Slytherin.
"My, you're still not mad about that match, are you," she snickered.
I turned to sneer at her and then I grinned, "Of course not Minerva, that's just one match. I'm still going to take home the cup again. How about you, hmmm? How long has it been since it's been in your trophy case."
She glared and then turned her nose and sniffed, "You're still a sour sport," as she began to scoop scramble eggs to her plate.
I smirked and thought; well that's 10 points to me.
I sighed again and continue to push the remainder of my breakfast around. I looked up and notice how all the tables stayed together. No one visit any other house table, but then again it's been like that for 5 years. Maybe even longer than that, I guess once you get sorted you can't be friends with anyone. I remember sitting alone at the Slytherin table and Lily would literally drag me to come sit with her and Elizabeth at the Gryffindor table. What a sight that has always been. They would even come and sit with me, never caring about who said what.
Elizabeth, I thought. The name was worse than Lily's. Lily died by sacrificing herself for her brat. Elizabeth was pregnant with my child and left me. I could have protected them. I was pretty sure I could. I would've taken this job earlier if that meant she would stay.
A lot of the staff was confused why I change my mind. They asked a lot about Elizabeth, but I never really answered. It hurt to even mention her. When they would ask I would stare at them. It felt like when anyone mentions Lily, how my heart stopped and the guilt fed through my mind. Then they figured it out; she left me. The staff use to tease at me about how Elizabeth must have not like my temper, but every time they started I would quickly leave the room. I knew they would never understand. After a while I guess they stopped, I guess they notice how much it really hurt, or they might have gotten tired of how I never react. Her name would cause so much pain in my chest, and what was always worse is that I knew I had a child out there that I might never meet. Of course I could've gone and search for her, but I had a feeling she may be far away that I might never know where to look. Her last letter had desperation in it, to not go searching for her. To not look for her; I did her a favor though I took the blasted job as a professors at a school that I had some good memories, but mostly bad. Her leaving me was another reason why I will always be in a foul mood. If I listed all the things for the reason I'm mean it would be pretty pitiful…hmm let see:
5. I was a death eater and a spy
4. I work and teach with a bunch of people who don't like me
3. I work for a man who plays life like chess.
2. My best friend and a woman I love so dearly died
And last but not least:
My girlfriend ended up pregnant, and she didn't feel safe with me so she ran off to some location unknown to me, I haven't heard from her in five years, and not to mention I have no idea if my child is alive.
I guess with that list it can make anyone depress and moody. I really can't say I don't try. I sometimes, do try, but it's easier to snap at someone then to say hello to someone who has no problem talking about you in the staff lounge. I sighed, but then again misery loves company.
I looked up and notice that the owls were coming in. I knew once again no one would ever write to me. I mean who would: my parents are dead, my best friend is dead, and the only person I rarely do talk to lives here in the castle. I notice a great horned owl coming towards me. Probably aiming for Minerva, she always had 'fan-mail'. I continue once again to push my food around. I was about to leave when I heard Minerva laugh.
"Severus, I think you have mail," Minerva snickered.
I looked up to stare at the same owl, his big yellow eyes bored into mine. I looked at Minerva, and then notice that some of the professors were looking at me. I knew they were as shock as I was who could be writing to the git in the dungeons.
I was happy the students didn't notice, I hate being center stage, so instead of giving them a show, I took the letter from the owl. The owl stared at me, and then took off and flew back out with the others.
I looked at the address and it read:
Professor Severus Snape
Potion Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I looked at the return address, and it was from the Ministry of Magic. How odd, I thought, what did I do now to cause them to write to me.
"Well, are you going to open it," Minerva asked.
I knew her curiosity would win over, and I sneered, "Don't rush me, woman."
She snorted, and she turned back to her breakfast. I turned it over and smirked; I knew she was watching me and so I slowly began to open it. I pulled out a letter that included a small envelope.
Dear Mr. Severus Tobias Snape,
We are here to inform you, the recent passing of Elizabeth Annalisa Taylor on Wednesday, September 20, 1990. Mr. Snape, we are very sorry to say that Miss. Taylor was murder by Bellatrix Lestrange. The current death eater is in Azkaban, but her two unknown associates fled the scene. We do have an issue though. We need to find a placement for Emily Katherine Snape. Looking at the birth certificate, we must say congratulations you are the father. We did get into contact with Emily's grandmother, but due to the fact she has a very serious sickness and cannot take care of her, we instead contacted you. We would love to hear from you today and hopefully we may meet tomorrow around noon on what we shall do with Mrs. Emily. There is a recent picture of her and some information on regarding Emily Snape. Please owl us as fast as you can. Once again we are very sorry for your lost.
Sincerely,
Thomas W. McRiver
Head Assistant of Department
Of Wizardry Social Service
I continue to stare at the letter, the names Elizabeth Annalisa Taylor and Emily Katherine Snape, ran through my mind. I felt like I was going through shock. I felt weak and my heart I could feel was hammering. I knew I had to get out of this blasted place before I exploded.
"Severus," I heard a voice ask, I could sense concern, but I really couldn't focus, "are you okay?"
I stood up, somewhat abruptly nearly bumping into Minerva, before striding out of the Great Hall. I barely notice nearly colliding into Albus; I kept going till I reach my destination. I felt anger in me and I continue to storm down to the dungeons. The blasted letter was clutched in my left hand as I use my right hand to move any obstacles or people out of way.
I finally made it to my office, and I slammed the door. I threw the letter down I guess on the floor and I cast a silencing spell on the room. Then the mayhem began.
I let my rage fill me as my chairs flew against the walls and potion beakers and glass crumble as they fell to the floor. I screamed as loud as my voice could go, and fell to my knees. I felt all the broken pieces swerve around me forming a tornado like figure. I grabbed my face as I began to sob. I felt the room go quiet and I looked up to notice everything was back to where it was; nothing was flying or lying broken on the ground. I then felt like I was being watch and looked towards the door.
The headmaster had his wand in one hand and a piece of parchment in the other. I notice it was the letter. I stood up, nearly losing my balance, and brush my cloak off. He stepped through the door and looked at me, his blue eyes lost its twinkle and he seemed to be upset.
"Headmaster," I said, my voice quivered as I raised my chin, "what do I have the pleasure of your company."
He didn't say anything; he seemed to be eyeing me. I guess from my little display, he was hesitant to know if he could walk in safely.
I looked past him, but I felt the shame eaten me. I hated to lose control, but the anguish and pain was eating my heart.
"I was coming for breakfast this morning, before I was nearly rammed into by my potion's master. I had to see what was wrong and I came down here to see that a tornado has formed in our dungeons. So, I made it go away and I am here now to talk to you," he said, I could see a small twinkle forming in his eye. I assume he thinks humor will get to me.
I sighed and then tried to smile…well more like sneer and said, "Everything is fine."
"Oh, I see," he nodded, "my old senile mind forgotten that you don't grieve."
I narrow my eyes. Of course I'm grieving; I'm still losing sleep from Lily. I still cry at night for both of them.
I sighed, "I guess since you are the first to know, I must ask the question: what do I do."
He looked at me and then he strolled in and went to sit in a chair that I broke before he fixed it. He looked at me and then he smiled, "Severus, you know what you have to do."
"Albus, I can't bring a child here. It's the beginning of the semester, so I can't just quit. I have no idea what to do," I sat down in a chair opposite of him, "I don't even know what she looks like."
I glanced up and saw he was looking at something; I cocked my head and tried to see it. He had an envelope in his hand and what looked like a picture in the other. He then notices me and he handed me the picture.
I gasped. The girl in the picture was beautiful. She had long, black curls that flowed down to her waist. She had Elizabeth's bright blue eyes that seemed to know a secret. She had some of my facial structure and her skin was pale like mine. She was tiny for a child, making her look about 4. I smiled slightly, I knew she was mine. I saw both of Elizabeth and me in this small child.
I looked up to see Albus smiling and I groaned. I knew what he was thinking, and I knew it was really stupid.
"Albus what will I do with her when I teach," I sneered.
He smiled and said, "I bet all the staff will be happy to help during their breaks."
I stared at him, "Well, I better write the ministry a note. You're not going to let this go are you?"
He smiled, "I believe we will have a field day tomorrow."
The headmaster stood up and left out the room as quietly as he came in. I took out a piece of parchment and began to write.
AN: Hey this is Shadow Wolf, so I notice that Mr. Snape is beginning to act like me…I apologize if he doesn't seem like the real Severus but I have a hard time trying not to put myself as the character we will work more on that later. Hope you guys enjoyed.