Another Dark Star

Chapter 36 – Auror School Year

The Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry echoed with the staccato sound of Sadira’s spike heel boots clicking on the stone floor and reverberating off the stone and wood panelled walls. A few portraits recognised her and whispered quiet greetings as she passed. She was about to head towards the stairs to the dungeons when she was interrupted by an unfamiliar face.

“Hello young lady. You’re not a student are you?” said a blond wizard with lavender robes and a cheesy grin.

“Um, no. I’m Sadira Prewett, a former student.” She supplied

“Gilderoy Lockhart, but of course you already knew that.” He said, holding out a hand in greeting. She didn’t take it but eyed him warily. He faltered for a moment at her rude refusal, but brushed it off.

“Might I ask what a pretty young woman such as yourself is doing here?” he grinned, laying the charm on thick. It repulsed her. She was longing for the surly, greasy Potions Master and this cheery, over-primped idiot was wasting her precious time.

“I’m a trainee Auror. I was invited by my former Head of House to view the Duelling Club to observe methods and see how they differ from professional training.”

“My dear Lady, then you shall have the unparalleled delight of watching Yours Truly in action.” He beamed.

“Well, it really was an... experience meeting you Professor Lockhart, but I must be off.” She said

“Wait, I’m sure you don’t have to leave just yet. Perhaps you’d like to...”

“Sadira, you’re early.” Snape said, stepping into her field of vision.

“Lockhart.” He said levelly but with a hint of threat. Sadie’s face lit up.

“Professor Snape, I was just looking for you when Professor Lockhart introduced himself.”

“Indeed? Well Lockhart, don’t you have fan mail to open?” Snape sneered, placing an arm possessively round Sadira’s shoulders. Lockhart’s face dropped for a moment but the toothy grin soon returned.

“I believe we had something of importance to discuss before the Duelling Club. Shall we adjourn to my office?” Snape said, ignoring the other teacher completely.

“Certainly Severus,” she replied, hooking her arm into Snape’s proffered one.”I suppose I’ll see you later Professor Lockhart.” She said breezily with a brief smile and walked off with Snape, her arm tucked firmly in his and leaning intimately towards him.

‘Surely not! Not with him? Must be imagining things old boy.’ Lockhart thought to himself. ‘A fine filly like her couldn’t possibly be interested in an ugly old creep like him, especially when there’s me to compete with. Wait till after the demonstration, she’ll be mesmerised.’

When Sadira and Severus reached his office, he locked the door and faced her with a furious expression. Unfortunately, she missed it as she pounced on him at that very moment, knocking him off guard. She kissed him fiercely, twining her fingers in his long black hair.

He stood there stiffly, unresponsive for a moment in shock and the remains of his temper before softening under her passionate ministrations. He splayed his long fingers on her back, pressing her closer to him and making her moan.

“Oh Severus, I’ve waited so long for this.” She said in a lustful daze.

“Then I’m sure you can wait a little longer.” He said coldly. She frowned at him in confusion as he pulled away from her and sat behind his desk, his face the blank mask everyone else was accustomed to.

“Sev, what’s wrong? Is it Girlyboy Notsmart? I made it clear I wasn’t interested.” She said. Snape snorted amusedly at her nickname for his incompetent colleague.

“No it’s just that we have much to discuss and not much time in which to discuss it. If I allow you to distract me any longer we may never begin this discussion and we might not get another chance.”

“Am I really that distracting?” she asked innocently, but with a wicked grin as she moved to sit on his desk and crossed her legs allowing her short black skirt to rise further up her thighs.

“Very,” he growled, standing close to kiss her again. “However, with what I am about to tell you tonight you will probably never want to speak to me again and would certainly regret any... intimate behaviour I allowed to occur before telling you the truth.” He said in a regretful tone, moving to face a shelf full of hideous things in jars.

“Don’t be so sure Severus. ‘Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken.’ Neither of us truly believes I’m that fickle do we?” Sadira assured him.

“Shakespeare? I didn’t know you were interested in Muggle Literature.” He smiled briefly.

“Don’t change the subject. The reason I didn’t open that file is out of respect for you, but also because it doesn’t matter to me what you did.”

“It should. Please sit down. This will take a while. Would you care for some tea while we talk?”

“No, but I might need a brandy later.” She said smiling as she sat in his chair at his desk. He walked to the cabinet and poured her a snifter, setting it down on the table as he began to pace.


“When I was at Hogwarts as a student, I was bullied quite badly by a group of Gryffindors as I already told you. I was unpopular and mistrusted by many. I had been keen to learn as much as possible before I started and studied my mother’s old textbooks to gain an advantage. However they were mostly Potions and Defence against the Dark Arts texts. Therefore when I was a First Year, I already had an impressive arsenal of curses at my disposal. This made my peers mistrust me more and attracted the wrong kind of attention. Apart from Lily, the only students that wanted anything to do with me were Dark arts fanatics; Avery, Black, Lestrange, Mulciber. All of them became Death Eaters for their own reasons.”

“I wanted power because my family was poor, my father was a muggle, I had nothing to be proud of. My mother, a pureblood, was disowned by her family for marrying my father. I wanted revenge against everyone who had treated me like dirt. I was cleverer than all of them but all they saw was my second hand robes, my greasy hair and my house badge; just another no good Slytherin with a penchant for Dark Arts. They dared to believe they were better than me. I became bitter and sought only revenge and power. The Dark Arts held a sway over me, offered promises of a better life. When Lily couldn’t stand who I became she stopped associating with me. I had no-one to keep me on the straight and narrow, no-one to show me the light.”

He risked a look up at her and saw she was watching him with a sad look. She understood that much at least; what it was like to be alone in a school full of people. He took a deep breath and continued.

“The Dark Lord is a very persuasive man. He looked into my mind and my soul and saw my pain and anger, jealousy and frustration and made such promises. As soon as I graduated, I joined him. My parents were both dead, I was alone. Lucius Malfoy took me in as a brother. Most of the crimes I am responsible for we committed together.” Snape stopped pacing and stared out the solitary window in his dark domain.

“My crimes as charged are thus; the study of illegal Dark Arts, manufacture of illegal and controlled substances, including Veritaserum, for nefarious purposes. The manufacture and supply of various poisons, knowing them to be used with foul intent. Torture of... *sigh* so many Muggles, ranging from petty humiliation through to Cruciatus curse. The murder of one Thomas Micklehurst; a Hit Wizard who discovered me on a mission. The torture and interrogation of several Ministry officials to obtain classified information.”

“The murder of fourteen Muggles; however they were all after I switched sides. I only killed them to preserve my cover and to prevent Bellatrix from torturing them into insanity first. She hated me for that, accused me of ‘spoiling her fun.’ The acquisition of information upon certain witches and wizards, leading to the deaths of same by Death Eaters. I’m so sorry Sadira, I... I believe the Prewett twins may have been included in that number.” He finished shakily, looking at her for the first time since he started telling her what he had done.

She was white with shock, the tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“Fabian and Gideon?” she whispered, remembering the snippets of memory she had of the vivacious uncles that Fred and George reminded her so fondly of.

“I never found out for sure. I’m so sorry.” He said, moving slowly towards her.

“I... I need a moment.” She said, downing the brandy he had given her. He walked silently out of his office into his sitting room.

‘She hates me. I’ve ruined everything. I never deserved her in the first place.’ He thought miserably, his heart caught in his throat. He sat in silence for a while before returning to his office to check on her. She was still sat in his chair but looked at him properly this time.

“Was that everything?” she asked in a hollow voice.

“Yes Sadira, everything, the whole truth, I swear.” He said softly. She nodded in understanding and held out her hand to him. He stepped forward and took it, pulling her to her feet and into his arms.

“I’m sorry Sadie. I’m so, so sorry.” He murmured into her ear.

“I know. I believe you. I’m sorry too.” She whispered, holding on just as tightly.

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry you had to carry this around on your own for so long.” She whispered, stroking his cheek tenderly. In answer, he leaned down and kissed her hungrily, soothing his pain with her passion.


Having established a tentative peace between them at having cleared the air; Snape at having unburdened his secrets and Sadira by beginning to come to terms with all she had heard, they began to make their way to the great Hall for the ‘demonstration’.

“I shall be entering from the staff corridor. It might be less conspicuous for you to enter via the main doors.” He said quietly as they neared the Great Hall.

“Ok Love, I’ll meet you back at your office after, I think we need to finish a few things later” she replied with a small smile and marched quickly down the corridor toward the other end of the Great Hall.

He watched her go, appreciating the gentle sway of her shapely body in her short skirt and fitted blouse with a wistful look before slipping behind a tapestry to meet Lockhart in the ante-chamber.


Sadira hovered just inside the doorway unnoticed by the excited students who were crowded round a raised platform. They began to mutter among themselves when Lockhart and Snape came in.

Sadira’s heart leapt when she saw her lover striding purposefully to the dais with a smirk. ‘He’s up to something,’ she thought and wondered why Lockhart wasn’t more on his guard. She knew from personal experience that Snape was a talented and crafty duellist and a formidable opponent. That and he had an axe to grind. He made eye contact with her and nodded almost imperceptibly. ‘That was it! Duelling for the hand of fair maiden indeed?! How quaint. She knew he was the jealous type but please!’

That said, he did look impressive up there; head to toe in black, his teaching robes abandoned showing off his lean form in his close fitting frock coat. She had been away from him for too long and she felt herself grow warmer as her eyes drank in the sight of him. When he sent Lockhart flying, she nearly cheered. ‘My, but he was impressive in action!’ She felt quite disappointed when the display was brought to an early conclusion. She would have loved to watch him show them just what he could do. ‘Probably best though,’ she thought. ‘Lockhart wouldn’t survive, nor would my underwear.’

It was true; watching her lover in such a display of masculine dominance had gotten her quite wet. She hoped the lesson would be short! She watched the students pair up and duel between themselves, noting Ron having trouble with his wand. She would have to write to Molly about that. He looked up and did a double-take when he noticed her. He smiled and was about to wave when Lockhart passed them, bringing his attention back to his practice.

Lockhart also noticed her and tried to gain her attention but she was too busy watching Snape giving advice to a bunch of Slytherins including her former pet; Draco Malfoy. He had come quite a ways from the timid First Year who cried when he was homesick and asked her for help with his homework. ‘Such a shame’.

He had seemed such a nice kid but his sneer, which she had once found cute, now marred an otherwise charming face. He too noticed her soon enough and smiled, but looked furtively around to see whether anyone was watching him before he dared wave at her. She beamed back at him and he puffed out his chest like a little peacock. ‘Bless, he’s an arrogant little toerag, but he’s still cute though.’

Snape put Malfoy up against Potter next. Sadie knew what he was doing; pitting Gryffindor’s best against Slytherin’s finest. This couldn’t end well, she knew. The first couple of jinxes were fine; a little advanced for second years but well performed.
However when Malfoy cast Serpensortia she squealed and hopped on the spot briefly, reining herself in before anyone noticed. ‘Ooh, a snakey! I lurve snakeys.’ She babbled childishly in her head, her face shining with excitement where the students felt only fear.

Suddenly, Potter stalked the snake down, hissing at it. The snake stopped abruptly and turned to face him. ‘That’s odd’ she thought. She looked at Severus to gauge his reaction to this. He wore a shrewd, calculating look as he banished the snake. ‘He’s as clueless as the rest of us, but he’s determined to get to the bottom of it now.’ She figured. Ron and a bushy haired girl, (Granger was it?) pulled Potter out of the public eye, off up to Gryffindor Tower she presumed. Severus stared after them before dismissing the other students. Lockhart looked completely perplexed. Sadira decided that now would be a good time to return to Snape’s office and wait for him.


Shortly after she had made herself comfy in his chair, Severus came storming into his office like a black cloud, locking and warding his door with a flick of his wand over his shoulder and passing straight through into his sitting room. Sadie hopped up and followed him. He sat in his armchair, a tumbler of single malt in his hand and stared broodingly into the fire scowling. She moved closer to him but said nothing, merely waiting for him to compose himself.

“A bloody Parselmouth.” He snapped.

“I beg your pardon?” Sadie asked, mystified.

“Potter’s a Parselmouth; he can talk to snakes.” Snape elucidated.

“I know what one is, but I don’t get why it’s a problem. I think it’s a fantastic talent. I wish I could talk to snakes.” She said.

“Have you been paying attention to the letters I wrote you? These attacks are being carried out by the Heir of Slytherin. By displaying Salazar’s gift, Potter has just placed himself as suspect number one.” He vented.

“I’m sorry, I did read your letters, over and over in fact, but I was a little distracted tonight.” She replied.

He regarded her curiously with raised brow.

“Oh really? By what?” he asked.

“By a powerful and handsome wizard.” She said breathily, leaning down and undoing the top few buttons on his coat and removing his cravat.

“Indeed? And what was this wizard doing to distract you?” he asked, playing along. He sat forward and straightened in his chair, allowing her to continue unbuttoning his coat as she sat in his lap.

“He was battling a pretender to his title, a vain and fickle wizard, and beat him soundly.” She sighed. Snape smirked and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer.

“What happened then?”

“He claimed his prize.” She said, kissing his jaw.

“What prize?” he asked, sliding his hands under her blouse to her bare back.

“The fair maiden of course.” She replied in a soft low tone, kissing him briefly.

“Of course.” He agreed, pulling her back for a heated kiss, his hands roaming her firm body.

He had missed this. His solitary life as a professor had never bothered him till now, but knowing this beautiful woman was his whenever he wanted, but unable to have her was driving him to distraction.

“Oh Severus, I’ve missed you so much!” she moaned, fingers flying deftly over buttons, hastily removing his coat and shirt. He however was taking his time, his hands gliding slowly over her silken skin under her clothes.

“I’ve missed you too.” He said huskily, his warm breath tickling her ear and neck as he nuzzled it, his tongue flicking out and capturing it to be suckled. She threw her head back in delight, pressing her ample bosom against his chest, now bare as he had finally removed her blouse and bra. His hands slid up her thighs while his mouth was occupied on her throat and chest, licking and sucking her flesh, driving her into a lustful frenzy.
Sadie’s hands were unsure where to settle, roaming his slim wiry body, occasionally moving to tangle in his hair, pressing his head harder against a particularly sensitive spot. His long, talented fingers made their way past her underwear.

“So wet already?” he asked teasingly.

“I’ve been wet since you sent that pompous idiot flying on his arse. You’re quite an erotic sight when you’re in action Severus.” She panted.

“Really? I shall have to remember that.” He smirked smugly.

“Severus please, stop teasing me! I’ve waited too long and we only have tonight.” She begged.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” He replied. “Get up, we should move to the bed.”

“Mmm, that would be more comfortable.” She agreed and got off his lap.

Bending to retrieve her bra and blouse earned her a hearty slap to her arse. She cried out, not in pain surprising herself, but in pleasure. Snape’s eyes lit up at the discovery.

“I think you enjoyed that.” He said, stalking her like a panther. She backed into the bedroom keeping her eyes on him the whole time.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, coming to an abrupt stop when she backed into the end of the bed.

“Just this.” He replied, pushing her onto the bed and possessing her mouth in a searing kiss while he clumsily removed her skirt and knickers with one hand. He stepped back to remove his trousers, boxers, socks and boots, all the while keeping his eyes on her body, naked except for her favourite knee high black leather boots. She bent forward to remove them but he stopped her, climbing up her body.

“Keep them on, they suit you.” He murmured, pressing against her entrance with his rigid member. She spread her legs further, shifting her hips into a comfortable position before he slowly and firmly pressed into her, letting out a gasp of satisfaction.

“I have needed this for so long.” He groaned, kissing her throat.

“Me too, it feels like coming home.” She said, gazing into his endless obsidian eyes and he knew just what she meant. He had never felt happier than he did while nestled between her thighs, feeling her warm body wrapped tightly around every part of him.

He began to pump into her, steadily gaining pace and all his worries became meaningless, his only concern the feelings she elicited and the sensation of her slick pussy clamped round his cock and her hips grinding against him, her hands roaming his back and arse, pressing him closer to her. ‘By all that was holy, he loved this woman.’

“I love you Sadie.” He ground out between thrusts, his voice breathless from exertion and thick with lust.

“I love you too Sev.” She panted back, leaning up and kissing him, their tongues mimicking the sensual dance of their bodies, writhing around each other, desperate for contact.

Soon Sadie began to feel a familiar heat building inside her core and thrust harder against him, gripping him hard in an attempt to bury him deeper within her. Severus knew just what this meant and concentrated hard on holding himself on long enough to give her what she wanted, shifting her hips and slamming harder into her and hitting her clit and cervix at just the right angle she loved. It was effective immediately.

She came hard, screaming his name, her eyes clamped shut against the overwhelming wave of pleasure. Watching her in her ecstasy, Severus allowed himself to let go, kissing her hard while he emptied himself into her and collapsing breathless beside her.

Sweating , sated and panting, Sadira curled into the embrace of the man she loved.

“Don’t fall asleep love, you have to go home soon.” He said softly.

“I know, I don’t want to go home though.” She whined.

“I don’t want you to either but you must. For a start, McGonagall would have kittens if she discovered I had a recently graduated student in my bed.” He replied.

“A recently fucked, recently graduated student; butt naked and full of your spunk!” she amended saucily.

“Indeed, that too.” He said, fixing her with a glare that didn’t have his full heart in it.

“I suppose I better get dressed then.” She sighed, sitting up and making her way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When she returned to the bedroom Severus was already dressed and her clothes were in a neat pile on the bed.

“I take it you can still stand me after everything I told you.” He joked.

“I know what a Death Eater is capable of Severus. In all honesty it could have been worse. I know your old pal Mulciber had a penchant for raping Muggles and slicing them up while they were still conscious. I can’t even begin to think about the possibility of you being involved in my uncles’ deaths, so I won’t. Until I have proof to the contrary, I’m going to assume you had nothing to do with it.” She told him, pulling on her clothes.

“You made a mistake just like I did. I was a Dark Arts obsessed freak too, before you rescued me. I fully intended to make Neil suffer when I went in search of him that night and I had the very curses to do it in my repertoire. You showed me my life was worth more than that. I’m only sorry no-one was there to do that for you.” She said, finishing dressing.

“I cannot fathom your capacity to accept everything I am, everything I have done. You truly are a wonder Sadira.” He said with a sigh. She stepped up to him and wrapped her arms firmly around his waist and laid her head on his chest.

“I love you Severus, that’s all.” She replied, tilting her head up to accept his kiss.

“Come. I will walk you to the gates.” He told her, offering his arm again to lead her through the castle.

They had exited the dungeons and were turning down a little used corridor when they came across someone they had hoped not to meet.

“Professor Snape... and Miss Prewett? What a surprise! What brings you back to Hogwarts?” she asked suspiciously.

“Professor McGonagall, how nice to see you again. I came to watch the Duelling Club. It was very interesting I must say.” She replied quickly.

“That finished over an hour ago.” McGonagall replied.

“Yes, I took the opportunity to catch up with Professor Snape. Did you know I got a distinction in my Potions NEWT?”

“Yes I did, I heard about it every day for the first week of term.” McGonagall replied testily. Snape had the good grace to look a little embarrassed at this revelation.

“Yes and Professor Snape was so supportive following my mother’s death. I wanted to talk to him again. It’s good to be able to keep in touch with friends.” Sadie replied.

“Ah, so this is your new pen-pal Severus?” McGonagall deduced, smiling.

“My mail is none of your business Minerva.” Snape warned.

“Actually, I was just on my way home now. It really was good to see you again professor.” Sadie said brightly with a genuine smile.

Minerva was shocked, she had rarely seen the girl smile so brightly in 7 years and it dazzled her in its rarity.

“Yes, you too. Good luck in... What is it you do now?”

“Auror Training Miss.”

“Auror Training! A surprise, but well, good luck. You always were a most able student.”

Sadie and Snape swept off down the corridor and Minerva smirked to herself. He didn’t look nearly as menacing now he had left his voluminous robes in his office. She wondered if he realised it.

It was not until a few days later that she realised with a pang of guilt and sorrow that Severus Snape had only one true genuine friend and that was a nineteen year old girl who lived nearly four hundred miles away.


Reaching the gates took a long time for two reasons. Firstly, the grounds at Hogwarts were immense and the path was long. Secondly, knowing it would be a long time till they could see each other again they kept stopping once they were out of sight of the castle for stolen kisses and brief clinches, making the most of what time they had.

“When can I see you again?” she asked as they passed through the gates to where she could Apparate.

“I don’t know. I’ll try and get away at some point on Christmas Day if I can. I’m sorry; I’ll have to miss your birthday.” He replied.

“It doesn’t matter. Christmas would be nice though, and New Years Eve too?” she asked hopefully.

“We’ll see; it all depends on this monster business, and whether I can explain away my absences.” He replied.

“Well, goodnight then.” She sighed, kissing him one last time.

“Goodnight Love; and goodbye for now.” He replied, stepping back.

“Oh yeah, Happy Anniversary!” she said just before she apparated with a pop.

He stood there stunned. ‘Had it really been a year since this amazing woman had forced her way into his life?’