Author's note: Happy Valentines to all! I'll be posting an outtake as my present for this special day. =) this chapter is unrelated to the previous one and it is all about love. Very cheesy but…that's what Valentines is all about right? –Winks-

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Outtakes: Valentines

Renee Ann Matte

I glanced at the teachers table and look for the certain professor. He was there, in his marvelous posture, overwhelming presence and his usual scowl on his face. It did occur to me that it was almost a couple of months ago when I started to see the potions master in a more different way. A very much different way on how a student of Hogwarts gaze at the certain professor nor much different on how do I gaze at any boys at school.

You asked why on Earth I could possibly fancy such an insufferable, most infamous and not to mention twenty years older man than me? I really wanted to answer that question of yours actually; but even I, Renee Ann Matte have been asking the same question for months now and still couldn't find an appropriate answer. He was one of the professors that students fear to collide in the corridors and they had every reason to do so. Even I got to taste his brand of welcoming new students, and let me tell you…that wasn't a very pleasing experience.

He teaches potions, one of the difficult subjects a wizard could take in Hogwarts. One mistake and boom! You will find your self looking for the mediwizard with several blisters and broils on your face that will be cured after a couple of days. The difficulty of the subject maybe the reason why he act so strict inside the classroom…wait, scratch that. He is strict in ANY place, seriously. Every student has at least one bad experience with the professor if you just ask them one by one. I wonder if his terrorizing attitude included on his contract as a professor…that always wonders me.

On top of those, he has this usual attitude of favoring his house, ALWAYS. And that same goes how he hated MY HOUSE. I mean…seriously my house wasn't THAT bad compare to those Slytherins…maybe I do have fellow housemates who were stupid, reckless, and tactless and not to mention always meddling to adults affairs…but really, my house wasn't that bad, is it?

Why do like him? I don't know. Maybe because I could feel that behind his bad reputation and attitude towards students, he has a good heart. Maybe…no not maybe…he WILL disagree with my opinion if he will ever hear this, but he is a good person…and kind. Yes, he is kind if you won't let those snide remarks of him got into you.

Or maybe the quote 'love is blind' was true after all. And I was a living example of it.

Many things had happened in just a couple of months while staying at Hogwarts. And I was sure there were many things to come. To tell you the truth, I've never thought I would ever love this place. And he was one of the things why I began to love Hogwarts. He, the head of our rivaling house and the infamous potions master had grown to me. I began to somewhat understand him and because of this, I began to see behind the things he would usually do. I began to enjoy his jokes behind those snarky responses and I began to see how caring (yes he is caring and don't you dare disagree!) he was behind those indifferent expressions he usually wore. I began to look forward to our meetings, whether it was on the great hall, in the classroom or at his office. I began to long for those smirks and snarky responses that he would usually make, a kind of thing that a normal student won't like to see.

I am really a strange person, aren't I?

Maybe love could make it to any person. It could make you laugh, can make you cry, can make you insane, can make you see things a different way or just make you feel complete.

And even if it could make you hurt and broken, you will still crave for it.

Are you still asking why I like him? It was because he is Severus Snape, and I will always like him…snarky or not.

You might tell me I am insane, but the truth was…I am just in love.

Neville Longbottom

"Neville!" I turned and saw Renee running towards me.

I tried to hide my blushing face as I could see her running towards my side. Her face was flushed because of the running, and it was beautiful for me how it colors her face. Her long dark brown hair flies behind her as she ran, and her bright green eyes shone at mine with her cheerful smile on her face.

"You going to the Library?" she asked and when I nodded, she clapped her hands happily.

"Can I come with you? Yes? That's great!" she began to walk beside me, making my heart pounded so hard.

It was just last year when Renee studied here after years of home schooling. But she had cope so well that you won't even think that it was the first time she had a formal schooling about magical things. It was just like yesterday when I asked to join in her compartment at the train and tell her stories about Hogwarts; I could still remember how her bright green eyes shone in excitement as I tell things, like a kid who had seen a true wild animal after years of looking at it on photographs.

You ask why my heart pound so hard beside our new housemate? Maybe because I….I…

"Let's sit here" Renee waved at me as she found a spot for us in the library.

I clumsily sat in front of her, watching her unfold her parchment and be drawn to her books. She was every little bit of everyone I knew; a bookworm like Hermione, a loyal friend like Ron, a courageous person like Harry, and sometimes a bit naughty like the twins. She could be scary sometimes, that sometimes reminded me of Snape.

You ask why I am so clumsy in front of her…maybe because I like her. I mean who wouldn't? She was smart, lovely and kind that every opposite sex would want for a girl. She was considerate to all things, that she even patiently taught me spells that I knew I was incapable of learning. It did make me wonder how she could be friends to someone like me. I was just a hopeless wizard that couldn't even cast a single Expelliarmus.

Those made me even think that she will never fancy someone like me. She was that great for me to think she deserves much better person than me. Maybe she deserves someone like Harry, who's smart and brave like her.

I quickly glanced back at my work as she glanced at the couple near our table. She finally gazed at me with a questioning look.

"Is it just me or there are too many couples here in the Library?" she asked. I looked around. She was right, every table has a couple who's studying or should I say pretending to be studying.

"You're right. Maybe it's because of Valentines" I replied. Renee leaned on her chair with her deep thoughts.

"Valentines" she huffed, "I still couldn't know why they celebrated it so merrily…I bet they don't even know why it was called valentines"

She leaned closer and whisper things, "Do you know why it's called Valentines? It was named after a muggle saint St. Valentines. He's a Roman priest martyr that was beheaded by that day because of helping marrying Christian couples who were persecuted by the reigning leader" she shook her head then sighed.

I never knew there has that kind of history behind that merry celebration. But then, always trust Renee by muggle facts.

"You're weird" I said, "Girls suppose to be excited by that day to come. Can't you feel a bit romantic about it?"

Renee smiled, one of the things I like about her. "Every person could be romantic any day. Why wait for a single day every year to do that?"

We continue to study, though her comments about Valentines still linger on my mind. You could never underestimate her; her witty attitude and out of this world reasons was one of her charms, I've decided.

Sometimes I thought that if I work hard, have good grades and be a better wizard she will see me in a different way…much different how she looks to her friends. That she, Renee Ann Matte will see me more than a friend. That was one of my reasons why I study so hard for our OWLS, not just because of getting good grades but also for her to be proud of me.

Because of her, I tend to think to be a better person. Have more confident to myself and be a reliable wizard that she could lean on.

We exited the library while she was still ranting about the Valentines Day. I just gazed at her with a smile on my face.

And while I still didn't achieve my goal, I will try to be a reliable friend to her. Telling her my feelings will have to wait first, but for now…I'm contented to be just on her side, make some jokes with her and walk with her like this.

You might think I'm hopeless, but I'm really contented…my feelings could wait, and I'm willing to wait for her.

Sirius Black

I unfolded the letter that Holmes delivered to me. It was almost three days when I last visited Hogwarts and saw Renee, but she had already given me a letter and asking how we were doing. A smile graced my lips as I began to read the letter; she was a sweet girl and I will never change my mind about it even she had the most evil wizard as a biological father.

As I finished the letter, an older woman entered the sitting room. She very much look like her daughter; she has those long dark brown hair that was braided behind her, her bright green eyes twinkles like a star in the sky and a rare warm smile that only a few people could see. Her age doesn't even reach her appearance, making me thought that Renee will surely be a lovely woman as she grow up.

Isabel sat in front of me as I gave the letter at her. Her eyes shone while reading the contents and a smile graced her lips. It was a rare sight for her to see how happy she was as she had a hectic schedule as a spy to Voldemort, and only a single letter could make her smile like an innocent woman.

"That kid…" she shook her head, "She always complaining about celebrating days. That's so…"

"Isabel" I finished her sentence, making Isabel glared at me.

"Don't start me again Sirius, I'm having a good mood today" I rolled my eyes, "What? I'm just telling the truth. You gave her the idea about those anyway? How could you possibly inserted such idea on her head about Valentines?" I complained.

Isabel rolled her eyes but then couldn't help but smile, "well, I couldn't deny that…"

"Do you remember how you react on those flowers I gave you? You're unbelievable…you could never deny that Renee took that attitude from yours" I shook my head and then the two of us felt silent, remembering those moments when…

I didn't know how we began to have a civil relationship. I could still remember how Dumbledore introduce her to me, and to tell you frankly…she wasn't that really friendly at all. Unlike today where she could sit beside me and share the warmth of the fireplace and the jokes I would usually say. I could say there are many things we had both encountered, and that help us built this kind of relationship we have now.

She was kind and helpful, but not all members of the order could see that. She doesn't mind that though, as she told me a few people believing on her was quite enough. Isabel is really kind, not all people could think positively behind those…And I, who even served fourteen years at Azkaban, could never think so confidently like that.

That is why I like her so much.

Isabel wasn't your ordinary woman; I could instantly say it to you. She was strong, brave and stubborn. But behind all those, and if you could be able to peel every defense mechanism she would usually use…you could see how kind, patient and lovely person she was.

Isabel stood up, making her way towards the kitchen and leave me alone with my thoughts. I didn't know if she had read my mind or saw some vision I wouldn't known of, but either way…she left as if she was running away from something she didn't want to encounter.

I followed her and saw her doing something at the kitchen counter. I wanted to laugh, those gestures could be only mean one thing…she's nervous.

"Hey" I spoke, trying to get her attention but failed.

I took several steps until I was just a foot away from the woman's back. I could see from behind how red her face was now, and having a difficult time to keeping her breathing in balance.

"I'm serious about what I've proposed the other day" I began as I struggle to keep myself from touching her as I don't want to be thrown on the floor like the old times when I try to do those. "Building a family with Renee and Harry I mean…someday"

She didn't turn her face at me though I could see she stopped from what she was doing and was very aware of my presence.

"I know…but for now" she finally replied, turned at me and saw her two mugs on her hands.

"For now…?" I repeated. She smiled at me, one rare smile that she was only reserved to her daughter.

"For now, we continue to be like this" she finally finished her sentence, gave me one mug of hot chocolate and left.

I left alone at the kitchen while sipping the warm drink while grinning to myself.

"Someday…" I muttered and then glanced at the mug.

"The drink is too sweet" I shook my head then fall into fits of laughter.

Isabel Jean Matte

I entered my room and leaned on the closed door. My heart was still pounding and could still feel the hotness of my face, a kind of feeling that I've never felt for a very long time.

"I'm too old for this" I muttered and began to walk towards my desk.

I placed the mug on the table and gazed at the vase that were full of flowers. My mind still couldn't comprehend what Sirius had liked from me; I could feel my age was beginning to get me, not to mention my dangerous role towards the war. I know I'm impatient, stubborn and useless at the kitchen. I sipped at the mug and glanced on it.

"Too sweet" damn, I even couldn't even make a decent drink!

I really don't know what Sirius sees on me…really.

Sirius was childish, most annoying person I've ever encounter. He sometimes couldn't see the seriousness of the situation, and I am sure his Gryffindor's courage will get him in trouble someday. And our first encounter wasn't very smooth at all. He, being immature and I, being so serious on all things; we are complete opposite of each other.

So why on earth I'm feeling like this even of all those I hate about him?

Why?

I unconsciously touched the pendant around my neck. It was really been a long time since I've felt something like this. And I'm afraid…that history will repeat itself again.

"It is already okay Tim?" I whispered, "Could I…could I be finally be free myself from you now?"

Could I really now be free from his memory? Is today the right time to do it? I could feel guilty at the side of my mind. But for once I selfishly wanted for my own happiness. And Sirius was already offering it to me without hesitation even though he entirely knew about my past.

I touched the petals of the roses on the vase. Sirius have it charmed, keeping them all from dying. I found myself smiling again and wondered how many times I've smiled because of little he had done for me today, how he make smile by those dream of his about his future…with me.

Little things and a kind of dream that made me feel so complete.

"Someday" I whispered and then glanced at the windowpane. "Someday…"

A/N: who could have thought I'll be shipping Sirius and Isabel tandem? O_O still couldn't believe it myself. They had a big age gap like Renee and Severus but remember wizards live longer than any muggles, especially if they're pure blooded wizards. And just think that Isabel has a special blood (being a seer) so she won't be look so old like Minerva.

Just clearing things out, share me your thoughts about it please! (O_O)

Anyways the next update is still scheduled as usual. =)

Renesnee