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Summary: Even an immortal can have mortal enemies, and what Jade (OC) wouldn't give to finally see Dumbledore's head on a pike for all to see. Looks like Tom Riddle maybe getting his wish after all. Starts at Harry's third year and goes up from there. This is a Severus/OC fanfic.

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Chapter 3- It Doesn't Matter

Mirror sat on her throne watching the wizard world fly into panic and fear because of the notorious villain Sirius Black through her mirror. Everyone was on the lookout. The Ministry of Magic were sending Aurors left and right trying to find clues of where he was last seen. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was seen giving a speech to calm the public and stating that there was no need to worry, Sirius Black will be found and put back into Azkaban soon. She had to laugh at the chaos.

It was also funny when she leaves her island about a century ago in favor of exploration to the west, only to come back finding out the British wizards "discovered" her island. The low level dementors she left behind tried to guard her castle with as close to an iron fist as they could. They did in the beginning, but when the Patronus Charm came to form they couldn't entirely stand their ground. For these dementors, instead of consuming souls on an everyday basis, they instead feed on emotions. Happiness was a luxury dish easily given rather than a soul.

At the time, Mirror despised happiness or anything close to it, so what better way to release her anger than to create something to take it away from others. It was easier to cultivate than gathering souls everyday.

Anyways, she had "temporarily" leased her castle to the Ministry of Magic, who was she to deny free food for her dementors, when they started to put in prisoners in her castle. Of course, she had to move a few hidden things here and there to a new location, but she was satisfied with her inland castle. It had room for an underground lab.

"Meow" Her shadow cat she named Shadow for irony mewed out. Mirror looks down at her feet. "Oh hello there cutie." Mirror pets the now purring shadow cat. "The time is getting closer my dear; I can almost taste our revenge!" She gets up and walks towards the entrance/exit door of her throne room. Shadow bouncing after her while the large mirror stays behind. She starts to giggle, "They say revenge is a dish best served cold." Her giggling increasing in insanity. "They'll be right! A dead body is defiantly cold." She laughs her way out. As the door closes and the room becoming darker, her mirror slowly dissolves the last image shown, a raven head boy with emerald green eyes and a distinctive scar on his forehead beginning to board the train to Hogwarts.


Jade sighed once again as she heard the commotion of shouting and running outside her office. She didn't have time for those idiots' mess. She had work to finish along with her new research idea. Jade seriously needed to have a chat with Human Resources on who they hired. Where did all the intelligence go in these last two generations?

It has been a couple months since her first meeting with the man named Severus Snape, and already, they have been sending owl mails to each other once every week or two. It was the only highlight of her day when spending 40 hours listening to all these buffoons. He really had some insight she never thought of or knew to expand upon. Where was he when she needed him a generation ago?!

Before she had a chance to think any further, her office room shook a bit as she heard a shout of "TAKE COVER" followed by a huge explosion. Jade sighed again once everything stabilized and got up from her desk. She needed to be damage control once again; although now it seems like baby control. "You can't leave them alone for a good two hours without something going on, can you Jade." She thought to herself as she exits her office.

She looks around and sees that one section of the lab was blown to smithereens. Thankfully, someone was smart enough to put down walls to contain the explosion, but still, a whole section gone! "What happened?"

The workers peered over desks or cabinets along the other sections that were safe from the explosion. None were ready to speak up when they heard her chilling question. Jade makes eye contact with one of the people who works in the now destroyed section and points him out, "You there, Jacob." The man named Jacob squeaked and stood up saluting like his job and life depended on it. "Y..Yes, ma…ma…madame?" He finally got out. Some of the people behind him face palmed. Oh, he was dead.

"I don't like asking twice Jacob." Jade slowly makes her way towards Jacob. He felt like death was coming to him with her scythe ready to swing it and claim his life. "Well, um…you see…um…there was…uh…an explosion." Everyone in the room besides Jade and Jacob face palmed. Yep, he was so six feet under now.

"I can see that Jacob. A few seconds ago, I could hear and feel it. Is there anything more obvious you would like to point out, or are am I finally going to hear what I am looking for?" She glares at him.

"Um…my section…uh…blew up…madame from…the potion I was…making." Jacob tried to explain, only for Jade to scowl at him once again.

"I see. Tell me Jacob, do I need to waste a hearing draught on you? Or maybe the cure for your insolent babbling? I asked one simple question, and I demand it be answered in a timely basis. Time is of the essence Jacob, and the number one rule here at Crystal Clear is to not waste my time." Jacob shrinks as he hears this. He looks around for support, but everyone avoids eye contact. No way were they getting in this mess.

"Um…well…you see…there was a slight…um…chance…that our calculations…were wrong. We…um didn't have time…to…uh…stabilize the potion…therefore, um…the explosion." Jacob finishes. Oh how he wanted to cower in a corner right now and die.

"And what potion were you making for it to explode?"

"The…swelling potion…madame."

"And what calculation error could you possibly have made on this simple potion?"

"I…um…actually…am not entirely…sure?" Jacob looks down at his feet feeling like he is a child getting scolded.

A chilling air settles upon the staff. "You are not…sure?!" Jade slowly states as if she was a predator slinking closer to her prey for the kill.

"Yes Madame!" Jacob finally cries out and suddenly turns into an armadillo ball. Jade thought he might as well have turned into a possum and played dead. He would have lived longer. She makes her way towards the contained, damaged section and looks into the cauldron- the only thing still standing in position and not damaged enough. She narrows her eyes as she stirs the contents around. She suddenly re-shifts her eyes back towards Jacob. "Why do I see two garden snake's fang instead of one rattlesnake fang? Let alone that it is whole and not crushed?!"

Jacob whimpers. "Well…since there were no other rattlesnake fangs in sight…um, I thought that a garden snake's fangs would work. But I put two in there…due to the fact…it um…lacked the venom a rattlesnake…had? And…I forgot…to crush it because…um…they were already small enough, that…I thought…it didn't matter."

"It…doesn't…matter?!" Jade roared out. "It doesn't matter!" Everyone whimpered and ducked their heads away from Jade's flame of fury. "While I would applaud you for trying something new, you didn't think of a logical reasoning of doing it! You just decide to dump something in and thought it doesn't matter! The whole point of creating a potion whether new or old is for the public's benefit! You're whole career is towards this field, and you say that it doesn't matter!" Jade finally seethes out her frustration.

She looks at Jacob one last time before heading back towards her office. "Since your knowledge is not up to standards to this company, I am afraid I will have to let you go. I expect you to pack up your belongings and leave in an hour's notice."

Jacob becomes wide eyes and sits up to look at his boss in horror. "But madame." He states without a stutter in his voice, only fear and panic. "It was simply a mistake, it won't happen again! Promise!"

Jade turns around to face him. "Of course it won't happen again. You're no longer part of my team. Whatever you have to say now or in the future won't affect what I stand by. Good day." Jade continues to her door as she shouts at everyone, "Clean this mess up! I expect all of you to get back to work in ten minutes!" Everyone stood up and began shuffling around.

"Madame! Please! You can't do this!" Jacob tries to cry out again.

Jade enters her door and looks over her shoulder one last time. "It doesn't matter." With that last statement, she slams the door shut.

Jade stares at her paper work again as she hears the shuffling commotion outside. She then takes a piece of paper out and begins to write about her hectic day to Severus.


A few hours later at Hogwarts, everyone was enjoying their dinner. It had been an exciting week for our Boy-who-lived. He survived the week from death as Professor Trelawney, the wrath of Professor Snape, and had a laugh or two in Professor Lupin's class. He couldn't wait for the weekend to come. As he looks up towards the ceiling portraying a night sky, he hears a trill of a phoenix. Thinking it is Fawkes, Harry looks towards the sound. He is surprised to find that it wasn't the fire red bird he was used to seeing. Instead, a black phoenix with cobalt blue eyes flew across the Great Hall, capturing everyone's attention.

"Who do you think that phoenix is heading to?" Harry asks his friends.

Hermione shrugs while Ron keeps shoving food into his mouth, "Don't…know." he replies.

Everyone stops eating when it lands next to Professor Snape. Even the teachers at the table pause in their lively conversation as well. Severus Snape rarely gets mail; let alone seen by the public. In addition, only someone very powerful and rich could have a phoenix. The only one they've ever seen living was in Albus Dumbledore's office.

The phoenix puts its leg out and caws out a beautiful trill. Severus takes the letter. He begins to read it as the bird pecks his leftover food.

Everyone was surprised when Severus, the Severus Snape, snorted. He looks at the phoenix and says, "I'll go write back to your master as soon as I get to my office. Go there now and wait for my response." The bird gives a songful note and flies off towards his office, while Severus starts to exit the Great Hall.

"Severus." Albus called out.

"Is there something you need headmaster?" Severus stated while not turning his eyes towards Albus. Harry and everyone else looked back and forth between the two as if it were a tennis match but with much more added tension than needed.

"Is there something I should be aware of?" Severus could hear the subtle message the headmaster was really trying to say. Is there something you're not telling me?

"Obviously not headmaster. Good night." Severus replied back. Stay out of my business old man.

Albus narrowed his eyes for a second before his cheerful smile returned. "Good night then Severus." He replies back with a laugh that releases the tension in the air. Everyone lets go of the breath they were unaware of holding.

Conversation soon began once again, although all was pinpointed to what just happened.

"Man that was intense!" Ron said finally without any food in his mouth. Harry and Hermione nodded.

"I wonder who would send him mail though?" Harry questions.

"Who bloody cares! I bet their evil like Snape!" Ron exclaimed

"Professor Snape." Hermione tries to correct but Ron ignores her. He continues, "Who else can make Snape laugh? Snape? They have to be evil! There isn't a funny bone in his body. I mean, look at the snakes over there." Ron points towards the Slytherin table.

"Ronald! Don't point, it's rude!" Hermione exclaimed while pulling Ron's hand down.

"He's got a point 'Mione. Who can make Snape laugh is beyond me? He actually looked happy for a second."

"You two are unbelievable!" Hermione cried out. "It could be one of his friends he hasn't talked to in forever."

"Or it could be Malfoy's bird and Snape and his father have an evil scheme going on. Phoenixes are rare 'Mione; therefore only the rich and powerful purebloods can have them. I bet you anything its theirs."

"You don't have to bet anything valuable to bet in the first place Weasley." A voice with a sneer said behind Ron.

The golden trio all faced the owner of that voice. "Malfoy." Both Harry and Ron said.

There Draco Malfoy stood with his two lackeys Crabbe and Goyle. "What's the matter Weasley? Too poor to retort back?"

Ron's hands clamped into fists holding in his anger. "That's enough Malfoy." Hermione responds back while holding Ron back. "We were just discussing who that phoenix belongs to."

"Well it seems we have reached an equilibrium for once Granger." Malfoy stated. "I too am curious on who Uncle has been messaging. Maybe I'll ask my father."

"Afraid to be left out again Malfoy." Harry states and directing Malfoy's attention towards him.

"No one asked you Potter." Malfoy says while turning away from the three and walks away.

"So if it isn't Malfoy's bird, then who's is it? It can't be any of the other purebloods in Slytherin either. They all know each other." Harry says. All three of them look at each other in questioning before getting up for bed. They'll think about this another day. For now, let them sleep on it and enjoy the weekend.


In a muggle village far from Hogwarts, a man called out, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, please grant me my wish after all."

Black smoke slowly rose up in front of him. He could hear a soft voice calling from inside the black mass. "What do you seek in this life?"

The man took a small step forward believing it was his confidence. "I wish for immortality!"

An eerie, female chuckled was heard as a black cloaked figure finally appeared from the black mass. "So you wish to live forever? Why ever would I grant something like that?"

"Oh please My Lady, hear my wish. I fear what comes next to me in life. I know I am a dead man. My wife and kids are already dead. My friends betrayed me for money. I want to kill all those men involved in my misfortune!"

"Then why not ask for their deaths? Or super powers to do the heavy deed?"

"I want them to die by my own hands! If I just had powers, what good will it do if a bullet can still enter through my head? No, I need immortality. I need to be able to live long enough to kill them all."

Mirror chuckled. "Then what you seek isn't that silly fantasy of immortality. No. What you want is a time limit of ultimate power. Isn't that right?"

The man slowly nodded. "Whatever you call it, I just want my revenge! Please my lady, I am already willing to give up everything besides my life at this moment!"

Mirror thought it over then slowly agreed. She had a soft spot to agreeing for those who wanted revenge. "I will grant your wish, but know I gather something in return. When your task is complete, repeat my spoken words for release of our promised chain. In return for your service, all I will require from you is your soul. Know that I have the power to take whatever I give away whenever I please. I am the one in control, not you. You best remember that. If you agree to these terms, I will gladly grant your wish. Do we have a deal?" Mirror extends her hand to the man.

He grasps her hand in a confident grip. Who cares if he loses his soul, by the time he is done, he was going to kill himself to end it all anyways. He had nothing else to live for after that. The wind suddenly picks up as soon as they both shake in agreement. It moves her hood slightly enough for him to see her magenta eyes. Eyes colder than death itself, yet it held some warmth to hold onto another day. He didn't notice she was gone; even when she quickly disappeared in the night. He was just kept staring at a dark open road; only when the wind past his ears did he wake from his mind and take a step forward. For in a long time, the man smiled and continued forward. He had work to do.


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