The Eyes that Burn
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Adult ++
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Chapter 4
A/N: Okay, this little story is told from many different viewpoints and it goes back in time a lot and so I want to apologize if you get lost and/or confused.
It would be the first she she met professor Snape, head of the Slytherin house.
“Io is it?” He asked plainly and continued after she nodded, “Take a seat.”
She moved toward the seat he had pointed to, her new potions partner’s icy blue eyes following her the whole time. He smirked at her and his two lackeys behind him, the ones she had met the previous day in the corridor, giggled quietly. She sat down, setting her cauldron on the table in front of her and ignored the blue-eyed, blonde-haired, nazi’s wet dream next to her.
Io refrained from raising her hand; not wanting to be labeled a geek just yet. She sat in her quiet solitude, Snape’s monotonous voice lulling her to sleep.
“Potter!” Snape half-shouted as he rushed past, yanking her back into reality.
Of course she had heard of Harry Potter, who hadn’t? Her parents, locked away for all eternity in Azkaban after the Ministry of Magic’s last raid had revealed their late-night “rendezvous” with Voldemort, had told her that this “special child” only survived because Voldemort has a soft spot for pathetic babies clinging to their mother’s chest. But she had heard the stories about him, how he had “defeated” the Dark Lord.
“Twenty points from Gryffindor!” Snape proclaimed almost joyfully.
“But-” Harry Potter’s deep, post-pubescent voice protested.
“Don’t make it thirty Potter.” Snape spat the last word, silencine mae many groans of protest from the Gryffindors scattered about the room.
Snape drolled on for the rest of the class period about the proper procedure for preparing potions. Some of the more serious students whipped out their quills and parchment and began the arduous task of taking notes on Snape’s infamous lectures.
Io had the intention of taking notes but instead her quill sat still on her parchment, the ink forming a sea of black as she studied the back of Snape’s head. Something inside her drew all of her attention to the greasy mop of tangled black hair that swayed as the professor sloppily drew diagrams and symbols at a feverish pace on the large chalkboard, and then it happened...
It was Hogwarts, only different. The stones seemed smoother, the moss just beginning to sprout where the walls meet. There was little ambient light, but a figure bearing a torch was moving briskly toward her. She stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights as the flame d evd ever closer.
The figure walked right past her, or rather, right through her. Io gasped, and the stranger stopped a few paces away. She saw an eerily familiar face but on a younger, more energetic body. The body of a student. He turned and continued down the hall, never noticing her. Io followed the young man, nearly running to keep up. At last they came upon a door and she could hear the voices just as well as the boy could.
He opened the door and a look of pure hatred took over his face. Io looked inside, only to deeply regret doing so.
“Severus!” The male gasped, grabbing the nearest pillow to hide his nakedness.
Snape moved into the doorway, his fists and jaw clenched in anger.
A red-haired girl lay tangled in the red and gold sheets she used to cover herself, “Severus, it isn’t what it looks like!”
“Then what is it?” Snape’s voice was layered with a plethora of emotions, none of them pleasant.
“Lily and I were just...talking. Yes, talking!” He replied frantically.
Lily... that name sounded familiar. Ah yes, Lily Potter, Harry’s mother. Then the male must be, yes, James Potter. But what does Snape have to do with...
“James how could you?! You know how I feel about Li-“ Snape cut himself off, “Fuck you, James! Friends don’t do that to each other you fuckbag!”
Snape disappeared in a whirlwind of black and fire. James plopped down onto the bed and Lily sat next to him letting the sheets slip to the ground. She took his hands in hers and kissed him deeply. James pushed her away, grabbed his robes and dressed hurriedly.
“What the fuck were you thinking Lily? You weren’t, were you? Stupid whore. Fuck off. You fucked everything up.” James exited through the same door as his ex-best friend. Lily was left alone in the room, smirking.
Io had no doubt that Harry had been conceived that night, in the midst of all that hate. Even if Harry had no other redeeming qualities, he was at least interesting. The bell rang and every student jumped up and rushed out the door, missing the conclusion of Snape’s speech.
It would be the first she she met professor Snape, head of the Slytherin house.
“Io is it?” He asked plainly and continued after she nodded, “Take a seat.”
She moved toward the seat he had pointed to, her new potions partner’s icy blue eyes following her the whole time. He smirked at her and his two lackeys behind him, the ones she had met the previous day in the corridor, giggled quietly. She sat down, setting her cauldron on the table in front of her and ignored the blue-eyed, blonde-haired, nazi’s wet dream next to her.
Io refrained from raising her hand; not wanting to be labeled a geek just yet. She sat in her quiet solitude, Snape’s monotonous voice lulling her to sleep.
“Potter!” Snape half-shouted as he rushed past, yanking her back into reality.
Of course she had heard of Harry Potter, who hadn’t? Her parents, locked away for all eternity in Azkaban after the Ministry of Magic’s last raid had revealed their late-night “rendezvous” with Voldemort, had told her that this “special child” only survived because Voldemort has a soft spot for pathetic babies clinging to their mother’s chest. But she had heard the stories about him, how he had “defeated” the Dark Lord.
“Twenty points from Gryffindor!” Snape proclaimed almost joyfully.
“But-” Harry Potter’s deep, post-pubescent voice protested.
“Don’t make it thirty Potter.” Snape spat the last word, silencine mae many groans of protest from the Gryffindors scattered about the room.
Snape drolled on for the rest of the class period about the proper procedure for preparing potions. Some of the more serious students whipped out their quills and parchment and began the arduous task of taking notes on Snape’s infamous lectures.
Io had the intention of taking notes but instead her quill sat still on her parchment, the ink forming a sea of black as she studied the back of Snape’s head. Something inside her drew all of her attention to the greasy mop of tangled black hair that swayed as the professor sloppily drew diagrams and symbols at a feverish pace on the large chalkboard, and then it happened...
It was Hogwarts, only different. The stones seemed smoother, the moss just beginning to sprout where the walls meet. There was little ambient light, but a figure bearing a torch was moving briskly toward her. She stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights as the flame d evd ever closer.
The figure walked right past her, or rather, right through her. Io gasped, and the stranger stopped a few paces away. She saw an eerily familiar face but on a younger, more energetic body. The body of a student. He turned and continued down the hall, never noticing her. Io followed the young man, nearly running to keep up. At last they came upon a door and she could hear the voices just as well as the boy could.
He opened the door and a look of pure hatred took over his face. Io looked inside, only to deeply regret doing so.
“Severus!” The male gasped, grabbing the nearest pillow to hide his nakedness.
Snape moved into the doorway, his fists and jaw clenched in anger.
A red-haired girl lay tangled in the red and gold sheets she used to cover herself, “Severus, it isn’t what it looks like!”
“Then what is it?” Snape’s voice was layered with a plethora of emotions, none of them pleasant.
“Lily and I were just...talking. Yes, talking!” He replied frantically.
Lily... that name sounded familiar. Ah yes, Lily Potter, Harry’s mother. Then the male must be, yes, James Potter. But what does Snape have to do with...
“James how could you?! You know how I feel about Li-“ Snape cut himself off, “Fuck you, James! Friends don’t do that to each other you fuckbag!”
Snape disappeared in a whirlwind of black and fire. James plopped down onto the bed and Lily sat next to him letting the sheets slip to the ground. She took his hands in hers and kissed him deeply. James pushed her away, grabbed his robes and dressed hurriedly.
“What the fuck were you thinking Lily? You weren’t, were you? Stupid whore. Fuck off. You fucked everything up.” James exited through the same door as his ex-best friend. Lily was left alone in the room, smirking.
Io had no doubt that Harry had been conceived that night, in the midst of all that hate. Even if Harry had no other redeeming qualities, he was at least interesting. The bell rang and every student jumped up and rushed out the door, missing the conclusion of Snape’s speech.