CHAPTER 6: MISCONCEPTION

(Severus POV)

Severus was feeling uncomfortable. Ministry officials, usurers, and the media will soon be crowding around to see what happened. Being in the center of it all, he knew that he and Ilya, along with the girl, might get taken in for questioning.

There were many questions that Severus himself wanted to ask the white haired girl, of course, but first, they have to get out of here. Already he could see a familiar man with a camera who could only belong to the Daily Prophet.

Ilya, however, refused to leave the eleven-year old child alone. She merely shook her head, and Severus read it as a no(The brown-haired girl was still on her chest.) . She probably plans to accompany the girl until she calms down or someone comes to pick her up. Reluctantly, the raven-haired young man nodded his head in agreement.

The minutes went by. More people arrived at the scene. As expected, Severus saw two Ministry officials, as well as the reporter and cameraman from the Daily Prophet, headed in their direction, no doubt for inquiries. When they were about five meters away from he and Ilya were, however, the wizards had a change in expression, then hurried quickly to where the five Death Eaters (who were already tied up and devoid of their wands) were. The same odd behavior was committed by the next ten or so people who were headed their way.

"Just what did you?" Severus was saying to Ilya, but the emerald-eyed woman did not respond to his question. She was busy talking to the brown-haired child

"So, what' your name young one," Ilya was asking the girl in kind, sisterly tone. The girl had finally calmed down and was once again looking at them, gazing at Severus for a few moments, before turning back to Ilya.

"Evelyn," she replied. "Evelyn Scrimgeour."

"Scrimgeour?" blurted out the Severus in the spurt-of-the-moment. "Are you related to the Auror Rufus Scrimegeour?"

"Sev!" said Ilya. The volume was not raised, but there was weight in her voice, as Severus noticed. She was looking at him warningly, her emerald eyes flashing.

Severus gulped. It was identical to the "stop-being-inconsiderate" look which Lily gave him whenever he got out of line.

Rufus Scrimgeour was a well-known Auror. He was four years ahead of Severus. The man had only been with the Ministry for three years, but he already had quite the reputation as a Dark Wizard Catcher.

Severus, however, knew better than to ask a girl who had just had a terrifying ordeal about such things. The only problem is, he has a knack for sometimes blurting out what comes to his mind in reflex. He cursed himself for not having cured the habit of putting his foot into his mouth.

Ilya was looking at him in a disapproving manner. The brown-haired girl, however, looked pleased with the question. Her hazel eyes were gleaming.

"He's my brother," she said proudly. "He's working to get rid of bad dark wizards who are with You-Know-Who."

"I see so then…" said Severus. He was about to ask more when he noticed Ilya glaring at him, and quickly left the question in his throat. Ilya then turned back to the Evelyn.

"He must be a great person then," said Ilya, smiling gently at the girl.

"Yes, he is," said Evelyn happily. The girl started them telling stories about her brother. Some of her stories were about how her brother protected the people from Dark Wizards, but most of her stories focused on how her brother loved and protected her.

One time, Evelyn told them, his brother received a letter from the Ministry had to attend a meeting with the other Aurors. She said it was compulsory, but her brother ignored it and instead took the day off to spend time with her, because it was her birthday, and he bought her lots of sweets.

Ilya was listening, keeping the gentle look on her face, but the white-haired girl shot Severus with a rather nasty look whenever he was about to open his mouth and interrupt. Somehow, Ilya knew when he was about to do so.

"So, do you love your big brother?" Ilya asked the girl.

"Yes, I do," replied the girl merrily. "I love my big brother. He's the best big brother in the whole world."

Severus felt a wave of emotion from Ilya. It was, as far as he can tell, a mixture of happiness and sorrow. Then, he remembered that Ilya also had a brother, a family. The white-haired girl must have cared greatly for him.

"He's here!" the girl cried out happily. She stood up, and waved her hand at someone in the distance. "Brother! I'm over here!"

"Well, I guess we should be going now," said Ilya. "See you later, Evelyn. Let's go, Sev."

"Huh? You're leaving?" asked Evelyn.

"Yes."

"Why don't you stay for a bit? I'm sure my brother would love to meet you." The girl was getting teary eyed again.

"I'm sorry," replied Ilya in a soothing voice. "But we're really in a hurry. Next time for sure though. We'd love to meet your brother."

The girl paused for a second, looking disappointed. "Okay, then," she said finally.

Ilya and Severus started walking away. But before they could take more than three steps…

SIR! MISS! WAIT! the shouted Evelyn.

Sir? thought Severus. Do I look like an old man to the her? He was about to turn around and scowl at the girl, but Ilya, reading the expression on his face, stepped on his foot.

"Yes?" smiled Ilya.

"Could I at least ask know your names?" the girl said.

"Sure. My name is Ilyasveil. Ilyasveil von Eizbern Emiya. You can call me Ilya for short. See you later then, Evelyn.

Ilya and Severus started walking again, but…

WAIT!

"Hmmm?"

"What about your boyfriend?"

Severus felt his face burning. He looked at Ilya: she was also blushing.

"She's not my…" Severus began, but Ilya stepped on his foot again.

"Just tell her your name," the silver-haired girl said rather scathingly. Her face was still red.

"Severus. Severus Snape," said the raven-haired teenager, as he turned to face Evelyn, still wincing from the pain. "You can call me Severus."

They started walking away again.

MS. ILYA! MR. SEVERUS!

What is it now? thought Severus. Once more he and Ilya turned back to look at the brown-haired girl.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR SAVING ME!

-BREAK-

(Voldemort POV)

Meanwhile, at one of the Death Eater's manor hideouts…

"Forgive us, My Lord. We've done our best to…"

CRUCIO!

The man fell to the floor, writhing in pain and agony, as the curse ignited every nerve on his body.

Lord Voldemort was not pleased. Rufus Scrimgeour was no big threat at the moment, but, young as he was, the Auror was growing in power. He noticed that the man was gifted. He was responsible for taking out three of his most skilled Death Eaters. However, killing one as talented as Scrimgeour would be a waste. So he decided that it would be better he joined the Dark Side. The man, after all, was a Slytherin, a member of the great house of Salazar where Voldemort himself was in when he was still at school. He sent him secret messages, invitation, and knew Scrimgeour could decipher them.

He could not be convinced, however. He had his own principles, his own convictions, and he was brave. He did not fear the Dark Lord, and he was one of the few people who can say his name out openly, without flinching, something which cannot be said of the other Aurors, and even less of the Ministry. Such was the formidable man.

Voldemort knew he could easily kill Scrimgeour if he wanted to. The Dark Lord shows no mercy to his enemies, very little to his followers, and he cares for no one but himself. If Rufus Scrimgeour truly could not be convinced, to honor the man, Voldemort would go out to kill him personally.

The young Auror, however, had one weakness. His sister, the only family Scrimgeour had. Not for nothing was Voldemort the greatest Dark Lord in existence. He had spies in the Ministry itself, and one of them gave him a detailed report on the man he was attempting to recruit.

According to the report, Rufus and his sister Evelyn were orphans. When the young Auror was twelve years old, their parents met an accident while studying dangerous magical artifacts in Egypt, and died. Since that day, Scrimgeour had been taking care of his sister. He was very protective of her, and he would prioritize her safety over his career and, (Voldemort guessed) his own beliefs and principles.

If Scrimgeour could not be convinced the normal way, then perhaps blackmailing him would work. As Voldemort did not want to waste talent, he thought of a plan to force the Auror to join him. He ordered his Death Eaters to continue spying on the man and his sister, and finally, an opportunity presented itself.

Scrimgeour brought his sister with him to office. He requested to have the afternoon off, but an important mission, involving the lives innocent people, came up. Trusting his sister, and believing in the value of lives, Scrimgeour reluctantly agreed to let his sister go to Diagon Alley by herself. He would just catch up with her later.

Upon receiving the report, Voldemort immediately ordered his followers to abduct the girl. They were to stir up trouble in the Alley, as a distraction, while they abducted the girl. Knowing the Ministry, they would not be able to respond quickly enough, so the Dark Lord was not worried. The mission was assured of success, and he would have another talented member, forced though it might be, in his fold. Reluctant though he might be, making him swear an Unbreakable Vow of allegiance and loyalty to the Dark Lord in exchange for one ensuring the protection and safety of Evelyn would work. Things were settled. It was as good as done. His competent Death Eater would kidnap the girl, which would force Scrimgeour to join his ranks or be force to see his sister abused and killed before he himself perished.

The plan failed, however.

"My Lord," pleaded Bella. "I assure you. We really did do everything in our power to take the girl. But…"

"But what?" asked Voldemort in a soft voice. "Tell me, my loyal servant, why were you not able to kidnap the Auror's sister? It should have been an easy enough."

"It was Severus Snape," said Rodolphus Lestrange, as he ran forwards and kneeled, by his wife's side, before the Dark Lord. He and his Mudblood woman got in our way."

"Would you care explain it to me," said a black-haired man, his hazel eyes glowing an evil red, "how you, my loyal servants, can claim that you've done your best, when you failed the mission I gave you?"

"Forgive us my Lord, but…" began Bellatrix.

CRUCIO!

Bellatrix screamed, a helpless heap on the floor.

"But what, tell me Bella?" the Dark Lord's voice now rising. "You failed your mission, failed to kidnap the girl, and you were bested by two underage wizards and while we're at it, one of them a Mudblood, no-less? Twenty of my faithful Death Eaters, cannot even handle a couple of upstart students?"

"My L-l-lord," stammered Lucius. Voldemort turned to look at the man who spoke, one of his eyebrows twitching. The blonde-haired man was evidently holding back a sneeze.

"My Lord," Lucius began, praying and hoping that his Master was not insulted by the way he spoke (He truly did not mean it, but for some reason he was catching a cold.). "Please forgive us for our incompetence. We were arrogant, and it cost us dearly. We were taken completely by surprise. The Evans girl used some kind of wandless magic. It was an endless stream, and she barraged us with the spell. She did not give us an opening to regain our momentum."

"Wandless magic?" said Voldemort, curiosity in his voice. "Did I hear you correctly? A Mudblood casting wandless magic, pushing back twenty of my servants?"

Without waiting for a reply, Lord Voldemort, using Legilimency, probed into Lucius Malfoy's mind. What he saw surprised her. There was a raven-haired boy, standing with his wand out, the transparent Shield Charm noticeably in place, facing Lucius and his companions. Then, he saw a white-haired, green-eyed girl, Lily Evans, who was standing slightly behind him. All of a sudden the world turned blue, and then black, as Lucius was rendered unconscious. The blonde-haired man did not see anything.

"Bella, stand" said Lord Voldemort.

"Yes my Lord." The woman, despite the pain from the last curse, quickly stood up. The Dark Lord gave her a seemingly gentle look, which made Bellatrix blush. He looked her in the eye, and then, she saw flashes of memories, the same ones Voldemort was looking at. He was reading her mind.

"Hmmm…" the Dark Lord seemed to muse, as the probe ended. "It is as you said, Lucius. You were too confident with the overwhelming advantage you had, that you underestimated your opponents, and thus lost it. CRUCIO!" Lucius stumbled, writhing in pain.

Lord Voldemort was surprised with what he saw from his servants' memories. They were indeed telling him the truth. The muggle-born girl, Lily Evans, was anything but ordinary. He saw how the girl, apparently wordlessly, started shooting jet black balls of light from her hand. It was a continuous barrage, and his servants, caught unprepared, were hammered. He saw as his followers desperately raised Shield Charms, desperately maintaining it, as the white-haired girl did not cease her onslaught. Such an attack required a lot of power. The girl must have a lot of magical power and talent to pull it off. Not only that, the wandless spell used was something Voldemort was not familiar with. For someone who had acquired a vast amount of knowledge through the years, it was his first time encountering such. One thing the Dark Lord was certain of though: whatever the girl was using, it was probably Dark Magic.

Then Voldemort had a sudden realization. Severus Snape. No, Severus Prince Snape. Prince. Of course! It must have been him. It must have been him who taught the girl such potent magic.

Prince. A pureblood wizard family. Lord Voldemort tried to get them to join his side, but they refused, so he had them murdered. Voldemort himself personally went and killed the head of the family. He remembered the news, a certain member of the Prince family, Eileen Prince was it, who married a muggle… Tobias Snape! Of course! Snape was their last living member, and heir to the House of Prince.

Lucius told him about the boy in a positive light. The boy had talent, and was specially skilled at Potions. Severus even invented his own spells.

A half-blood like himself…hated muggles…hungry for power…a member of the house of Salazar…he would make a good Death Eater. From what Lucius had told him, Severus Snape desired to serve the Dark. He had always wanted the chance to meet Lord Voldemort, and was practically pleading with Malfoy to allow him to see the Dark Lord. Indeed, by now, Severus Prince Snape would have already been a fine addition to his followers…

If not for that Mudblood Lily Evans. She was probably the reason why the raven-haired boy was having second thoughts about becoming a Servant of the Dark Lord. Voldemort was certain now. Severus Snape had potential. Whatever spell that Mudblood girl used must have been to taught to her by the Prince heir. To have him as an ally, to learn about his Secret Arts, which gave a lot of trouble to his Death Eaters…imagine what it could do to the Ministry and the old fool Dumbledore.

Five of his servants were now in the custody of the Ministry thanks to the green-eyed failure of a witch. He did not blame the boy for it. He was merely being misled. If not for her poisoning the boy's mind, the Prince Heir would have already been in His Inner Circle. She must be eliminated…

"The girl Lily Evans," said Voldemort to his followers. "Do any of you know her address."

"No, My Lord, but we do know the address of Severus Snape," said Mulciber. "His residence is near the Mudblood's."

"Very well," said the Dark Lord in his high cold voice. "You have one day. Bring Severus Snape to me. I want him to join the Circle. Eliminate Lily Evans and her family. And do not fail me this time. Another failure will not be tolerated. You are dismissed."

"Yes my Lord," replied the Death Eaters in unison.

Author's Notes

Hi guys. I'm glad to see that there are at least a few people who are interested in my work. This is actually the first 'fanfiction' as it is called I've ever posted online. I've actually been writing stories like this three years ago(I've been writing Naruto-Familiar of Zero crossovers for six months, but had to stop due to schoolwork), but never actually shared them with anyone. Sadly, the notes are gone now (Yes, I wrote them now on paper, and unfortunately, yes they were lost.). I was getting bored so I kind of got into it again. Wish I've known about this site then, it would have been better if I was able to share it.

Anyway, to answer some of your questions:

The female heroine in my story is actually based on a visual novel by Type-Moon called Fate/Stay Night. However, this Ilya's past and background is not based on canon. I'm actually thinking of making an F-SN fanfiction for this particular Ilya's route, and it would serve as a Prequel to this HP fiction, though it's still just an idea though. I might end up slipping parts of her past into this one bit by bit, as is progresses.

Why is this not posted in the Crossover section? Well, I don't really know if I'm being stupid or not, but I believe a Crossover will have multiple characters from two different stories/universes. And I think my story is not suited as one.

I'm kind of busy with my job at office (really stressful actually), so my updates might get a bit delayed. I'll try and do so at least one or twice a week though. Anyway thanks again for reading. And to anyone whose got ideas of their own, please review my fanfic. I'm not really that confident with my abilities and constructive suggestions and criticism would be highly appreciated.