Lialani\'s Story

disclaimer: everyone knows the drill. everything that comes from the potter world is not mine nor will it ever be. must we dwell on that???

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Severus Snape was shell-shocked. For the first time in his life, he was speechless. He had gotten an innocent child pregnant. Would she be fool enough to keep it?

“She refuses to have an abortion. She wants this child desperately,” Albus said. “Her mother has tried talking to her, telling her that she was throwing her life away by having a child so young but she didn’t listen. She has decided to keep the child and nothing we say can convince her otherwise.”

“Let her realize what a foolish choice she has made on her own,” Severus said, hiding his true feelings under a mask of indifference.

“Severus, how could you let this happen? After you told me that you wouldn’t do anything!”

“I’m sorry, Albus, I’m sorry! How many times must I say it? Do you realize that I’m going to beat myself over the head every day for the rest of my life for letting it happen? Must you make it worse?”

Albus looked in shock at him. He could tell that Severus felt miserable about it. But he didn’t expect such a heated protest from him.

“Well, Severus, no one needs to know about this. If it just stays between me, you, Lailani, and Madam Pomfrey, everyone will assume that it’s a student’s and that’s what we want.”

He saw anger flash in Severus’ eyes, but it faded away after only a second; it died away and was replaced with resignation.

“Alright, Albus, I submit. I will not breathe a word to anyone.”

“Very good, my boy. I think classes are about to start so you will need to get to your classroom.”

With a curt nod, Severus swept out of the office. When he reached the bottom of the stairwell, he stepped out and leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Lialani was pregnant. With his child. Severus couldn’t contain the glee that was spreading through him. The girl he loved -yes, loved, he admitted it- was baring his child.

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“Madam Pomfrey, you did the test and gave me a check up, so can you please let me go?” Lialani asked.

“No, Miss Turowsky, the Headmaster said you could go to afternoon classes, he said nothing about morning classes!” Poppy protested.

“But please, Madam, there’s nothing wrong with me, I’m perfectly healthy-”

“Nothing wrong with you? You’re pregnant, Miss Turowsky!”

“But other than that, I’m fine!” Lialani refused to back down.

“Fine, fine, I’ll sign you out, but I’m not getting in trouble with the Headmaster,” Poppy gave in and signed her release form.

“Thank you! Now can I have a pass?”

Poppy sighed and handed her the pass. Lialani blew her a kiss as she closed the door behind her.

Lialani rushed down the stairs and through the corridors. She stopped, panting, at the Gryffindor Tower portrait.

“Password?” asked the Fat Lady primly.

“Blast-ended skrewts, blast-ended skrewts,” Lialani gasped, clutching the stitch in her side.

The portrait swung open and Lialani scrambled inside. She hurried up the steps to her dormitory and grabbed her bag off her trunk at the edge of her bed. She ran down the stairs and stumbled back through the portrait hole. Pulling her schedule out of her bag, she noticed that fifteen minutes ago Transfiguration had started. She raced down the hallway and hurtled around the corner, running headfirst into someone she wasn’t expecting to see: McGonagall.

“Professor, I was just on my way to your class,” Lialani said, hitching her bag onto her shoulder.

“Good, because I was looking for you. I got word from Madam Pomfrey that you were on your way, but when five minutes pd and and you hadn’t arrived yet, I became worried and set off to find you. But really, child, you shouldn’t be running around like that,” she scolded.

“Yes, Professor,” Lialani mumbled and followed her to the classroom.

Whispers began as soon as she entered the room. Everyone had his or her own version of why she had been in the hospital wing.

Lialani simply ignored them and sat down next to Hermione. She nudged her softly in the side with her elbow, but received a hard poke in the leg. Lialani winced and rubbed at the spot. She pulled out a piece of parchment, her quill, and began to scribble a note.

Hermione,
OW! What was that poke for? I really need to tell you something, something very important that you cannot tell anyone. Please wait for me outside the classroom when the bell rings for lunch.
Luv,
Lialani

She folded up the parchment, slid her hand under the table, and dropped the note into Hermione’s lap. Hermione shot her a reproachful glance, but grabbed the note and unfolded it, being careful not to make any noise. Lialani watched her eyes scan the note and she nodded. Lialani relaxed, and focused her attention where it belonged: on the lesson.

Class flew by, and before Lialani knew it, the bell rang and the class poured out into the hallway, chattering happily. When the classroom was empty, she gathered up her things and stepped up to Minerva’s desk.

“Um, Professor McGonagall?” she asked tentatively.

“Yes, Miss Turowsky?” Minerva did not bother to lift her eyes from the class work she was reading.

“Well, I was wondering what I had missed during the fifteen minutes I was not here,” Lialani replied, fidgeting nervously with her hair.

“I am busy right now, Miss Turowsky, why don’t you ask Miss Granger?”

Lialani couldn’t tell if there was an underlying hint in the older witch’s tone, but she was not staying to find out. She turned to leave, but was stopped dead in her tracks as Minerva called out, “It’s Professor Snape’s, isn’t it, my dear?”

Lialani turned around slowly, as if mesmerized. How did McGonagll know? Her head began to spin and she leaned against a table for support. She looked at Minerva, who looked back at her with sympathy in her eyes. She nodded mutely.

“Oh, good gracious, child. Why do you insist on having it? Why don’t you simply abort it?” Minerva asked.

“Because I want it. I want a reminder of him,” Lialani whispered. “A reminder of the man I love.”

“What did you say?”

“I said, A reminder of the man I love.” Her voice rang out true and clear in the empty classroom.

“You love him?” Minerva was shocked to say the least.

Lialani nodded and straightened up. “I need to go to lunch now,fessfessor, if I want to eat anything.” The words were clipped and the defiance in her tone was obvious.

Minerva simply nodded and waved her away, letting the defiance and sassiness slip away unnoticed. Lialani left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

“Lialani? What’s going on? What do you need to tell me?” Hermione asked, noticing the defiant expression on her new friend’s face.

“Oh, Hermione, this is going to be really hard to say…I don’t know how to put it…Aw, shit!” Lialani swore, shaking her head vehemently.

Hermione looked shocked at Lialani.

“Last night, me and Snape…Well, we-we-we did something that teachers and students aren’t supposed to do…” Lialani couldn’t look Hermione in the face. She was starting to feel embarrassed.

Realization dawned on Hermione’s face. “Oh, Lialani, not THAT thing!”

Lialani nodded, still not looking her in the face.

“He didn’t- he didn’t force himself on you, did he?” Hermione asked faintly.

This time, Lialani shook her head.

“Oh, Lialani, you’re not pregnant?” Hermione breathed.

Again, Lialani nodded. To her surprise, she felt two arms gather her into a hug. She looked up, and saw Hermione watching her carefully. She smiled and she felt her eyes well up.

Hermione watched as a single bead of moisture spilled over the rim and worked its way down Lialani’s cheek.

“I don’t understand the fact that it’s Snape’s kid, but I’m not going to shun you because of a mistake.”

Lialani blinked, and the happiness on her face was quickly replaced with anger.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” she whispered fiercely.

“Of course it was,” Hermione said, looking confused.

“No, it wasn’t! I love him!” Lialani cried.

“You’re not-you don’t love him!” Hermione was in shock.

“Yes, I do! And he loves me back! Are you going to shun me now?” Lialani was unknowingly lashing out at her, angry that the one good thing that happened to her in a long time was considered a deep, dark secret.

“Lialani, calm down. Remember, I knew that. Now, please, take a deep breath and relax, I’m not going to shun you, I’m here for you,” Hermione grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently.

Slowly, she calmed and the angry flush faded from her cheeks.

“Hermione, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so awful to you,” Lialani apologized.

“It’s okay, Lialani,” Hermione smiled, patting her shoulder.

“Let’s get to lunch before all the food’s gone,” Lialani said, rubbing her face vigorously with her hands.

Hermione nodded and they went into the Great Hall. Immediately, Lialani looked for Severus at the Head Table. She found him, and when they locked gazes, she smiled softly. Against his will, Severus instantly smiled back faintly; the smile was almost imperceptible, but Lialani could see it. She felt her heart swell happily, and she followed Hermione down to the table.

“How much time do we have left to eat? I’m starving!” Lialani pulled some Shepard’s pie toward her and began to pile her plate up.

“I think there’s fifteen minutes left,” Harry replied, staring as Lialani started to shovel food into her mouth.

“Well, that’s long enough to eat,” Hermione said, and pulled the serving bowl away from Lialani to fill her own plate.

Lialani continued to eat, stopping only briefly to take a sip of pumpkin juice after every few bites. When her plate was empty, ten minutes later, she leaned back and burped.

“Whoops! Excuse me!” Lialani clapped a hand to her mouth but had yet to look even slightly embarrassed.

The other three just laughed, surprised at Lialani’s brazenness. Then the bell rang and they gathered up their things and headed to their next class; which just happened to be Potions.

Hermione pulled Lialani to the side as they neared the classroom.

“You’re okay, right? You won’t lash out or say anything about what happened?” Hermione asked, making sure that Lialani wasn’t still angry enough to lash out at the Potions’ Master.

“Believe me, Hermione, I’m not dumb enough to say anything to Snape about what happened in front of the entire class!” Lialani said.

“Okay, cause I thought maybe you were,” the two girls laughed, but were cut short as a silky voice floated their way.

“Miss Turowsky, Miss Granger, would you mind joining the rest of the class in the actual classroom?” Severus stood in front of the girls, towering over them. He noticed with surprise that there was no fear in either girl’s eyes. But, he reasoned, Lialani really had no reason to be frightened. However, Hermione had always been one of the easier students to scare.

The girls nodded and walked into the classroom, heads bent together as they whispered over something. This unnerved Severus. He hoped that Lialani hadn’t told Miss Know-It-All.

Lialani and Hermione sat down in front of their cauldrons, knowing that all eyes were on them. They watched dutifully as Severus put the assignment on the board and pulled out their potion kit.

“This is easy,” Lialani said loudly, causing Hermione to jump.

“It’s an Advanced Sleeping Potion, what are you talking about?” Harry hissed from his and Ron’s table.

“Well, it isn’t very advanced for me,” Lialani replied, still using the same loud voice.

“Well, Miss Turowsky, I would like you to brew, um, let’s say the Polyjuice potion. Hand me in a sample at the end of class,” Severus said, knowing that it couldn’t be brewed in one class.

“Actually, Professor, the Polyjuice Potion cannot be brewed in a single class period. It must simmer for a month before adding a key ingredient at the wane of a full moon. Therefore, I dare say that I cannot brew it, although not for lack of knowledge.”

There was a collective gasp as everyone realized what had happened.

He stood in front of her, teeth bared in a sneer, but she could see in his eyes that he was internally struggling between anger at being told off in front on his entire class and admiration toward her potion knowledge. She knew the anger had won when his face became stony and she couldn’t read his eyes.

“Ten points from Gryffindor for such a brazen display of rudeness. Although, for your knowledge of an above-level potion, I award you five points.”

There was another gasp as the class watched as a Gryffindor student won points from the Slytherin Head of House.

Severus turned and walked away, leaving Lialani surprised.

“Oh, that was SO favoritism,” Hermione whispered playfully, nudging Lialani gently in the side.

“Who cares? It got Gryffindor some points!” Lialani whispered back.

The two girls giggled and went back to making their potions. Harry and Ron watched this, bewildered at how close the girls had gotten so quickly.

“Well, at least Lialani got us some house points, although I have no idea how,” Harry said, dumping spider legs into his and Ron’s cauldrons. Ron wouldn’t touch them for anything.

“Why is Snape watching her like that?” Ron asked, noticing that the man’s dark, unrelenting stare was placed on Lialani.

“It’s probably because of her powers,” Harry dismissed Ron with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, probably,” Ron also dismissed the thought and concentrated on his potion, which had grown teeth and was snapping at him. “Hey, where did those teeth come from?”

Hermione looked over at their table and saw Ron fending off his own potion. She sighed with exasperation and leaned over the aisle to them.

“Ron, wave your mind and say ‘Tantilantia’,” she whispered hurriedly.

Ro did as she said and let out a moan of relief as the teeth shrank away and a smooth potion surface was what greeted him when he peeked into the cauldron.

“Thanks, Hermione!” Ron muttered gratefully, but at that moment, he caught someone’s attention.

“Weasley! Five points from Gryffindor for talking during class!”

“Damn!” hissed Ron angrily.

“Professor!” Lialani’s voice rang out clearly, laced with laughter.

Severus shot Ron a dirty look, but hurried to Lialani’s side to see what the problem was. Unfortunately, as he brushed past Lavender Brown, she lost her balance and fellwardward, face landing right in her potion. Her stool bumped the table as it tipped over, causing Parvati Patil, who was leaning on it, to slide from her chair. She smacked into Seamus Finnigan’s stool and he fell backwards, landing on his back as his stool rolled away. Worst of all, Severus tripped on it, and when he stumbled, he fell forward, falling straight on Lialani, who then tumbled off her stool, coming to a rest on her full backside with Severus on her and his lips on hers. She gave him a small kiss but then feigned a gasp, and quickly slid out from underneath him, displacing the hand that had been on her breast.

Severus could not believe that that had just happened. He stood up, brushing himself off, looking around at the shocked faces.

“Get out, everyone, with the exception of Miss Turowsky,” he barked, using anger to hide his embarrassment.

The class scrambled to get away from him as fast as possible. As the last student rushed out the door, Severus slammed it behind her. He turned to Lialani with an unreadable look on his face.

“Lialani, I am so sorry that happened,” he apologized quickly, knowing that being alone with her was not a bright idea. He sat down at his desk.

“You’re forgiven, Professor,” Lialani replied.

“I’m still sorry that what happened last night happened.”

“Professor, don’t be. And do not say that it was a mistake, because I asked you in the beginning if you loved me. And come to think of it, I still don’t have the truth.”

“You refused to believe the truth.”

“No, you refuse to believe the truth, Professor. I thought last night’s events would have made it clear to you, but apparently not.”

“Do NOT take that tone with me, Miss Turowsky. I am still your professor, you are still my pupil, and you will give me the respect I deserve.”

“You deserve a lot more than just respect, Professor, but you won’t allow me to give it to you.”

“Would you like to know what you deserve, my dear?” He stood up, placed his hands spread-eagled on his desk, and leaned down so he was nearly eye-level with Lialani. His eyes glinted dangerously with something strange yet oddly familiar.

Lialani nodded, trying to force away the tears that were threatening to overtake her.

“You deserve something more than this man you think you love.”

“No, I don’t deserve anything better because there is nothing better, Professor.”

“You have yet to see the world, meet new people, how can you be sure at sixteen that you truly love someone? Not to mention that the man you think you love is at least twice your age.”

“True love knows no age.”

Severus stared at her.

“Yes, you heard right. I love you.”

Before Severus could get across the room to take her into his arms, the bell rang.

“SHIT!” Lialani exclaimed.

“Excuse me?” With that single word from her mouth, his trance was broken.

“I’m sorry, Professor Snape, but it seems that I’m late for Charms,” Lialani said quickly, immediately wishing that she hadn’t said that.

“ wri write you a pass, girl, don’t have a stroke,” Severus snapped, and with a flourish, he pulled a piece of parchment and a quill from his desk. After a few minutes of the sound of quill on parchment, there was a pass safely tucked into Lialani’s hand. Severus’ hand lingered a few seconds too long, and it was with a sad look on her face that Lialani tore her gaze from his and took her leave.

Severus watched her go, wishing so much that he wasn’t a teacher. But as his next class poured in, his face automatically assumed its cold sneer and he turned, ready to vent his pent-up frustration on them.

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Lialani sprinted up the steps, down the corridor, and skidded to a halt in front of Professor Flitwick’s classroom. Pushing open the door and slipping inside, she handed her note to Flitwick and sat down next to Hermione as fast as she could.

“Where have you been?” Hermione asked as soon as the class was too loud for Flitwick to overhear them.

“Our conversation lasted longer than I expected,” Lialani replied.

“What was it about?”

“It started out with him saying that he was sorry about what happened in class. But then it was back on the ‘forbidden’ topic. He said that I needed to give him respect, and then I told him I could give him more than just respect. After that, it was about how I was only sixteen and couldn’t tell if I really loved somebody or not, especially if the man I thought I loved was twice my age. So then I was like, ‘True love knows no age.’ He didn’t have an answer for that one. Then the bell rang and I said, ‘Shit!’ and he yelled at me and gave me a pass.”

Hermione opened her mouth to say something but then Flitwick hurried over.

“Well, Miss Granger and Miss Turowsky, may I see the charm?”

With a flick of their wrists, both girls had their jugs of pumpkin juice pouring themselves. As an added bonus, Flitwick challenged them to make the goblets come to their mouths. This Hermione passed with excellence, but halfway to her lips, Lialani’s cup fell and the contents spilled onto her skirt.

“Well, that’s bloody lovely!” Lialani cried. She stood up and icy cold pumpkin juice trickled down her legs.

“Don’t worry about it, my dear!” Flitwick squeaked, and he waved his wand. Lialani felt the coldness disappear and she immediately shrank back into her seat.

“Good job, though, girls!” With a smile, Flitwick hurried off.

“Hermione, is that smoke?” Lialani pointed to a spot above Hermione’s head.

Orange smoke was beginning to float down to the front of the class, coming from –no surprise here- Seamus Finnigan. He had somehow managed tt hit his pumpkin juice to float in little spheres, but then the spheres burst into smoke. That’s where the smoke came from.

“Mr. Finnigan, not again! You’ve managed to dye your face orange!” Hermione and Lialani could hear Flitwick’s squeals from the front of the room. They began to giggle.

They evacuated a few minutes later because Lavender managed to prove that the smoke was poisonous as she keeled over just seconds after the incident.

“Poor Lavender,” Lialani murmured as they sat in the Great Hall, waiting for either the bell to ring or the classroom to be cleared. “Everything happens to her.”

“Well, not a certain something I can think of…” Hermione teased.

“And to tell then truth, I’m surprised she isn’t already pregnant,” Lialani replied swiftly, before anyone could hear what she said.

“So is everyone else in the castle,” Hermione said, watching the limp form of Miss Brown being carried away on a stretcher. The bell rang, sounding loud and long.

“Next class,” Lialani groaned. They gathered their things and headed out into the cool, autumn day for Herbology.

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That night, as Lialani snuggled down deep into her bed, she thanked the Gods for giving her, and no one else, Professor Severus Snape’s child.


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a/n: i think this chapter came out really well. but plz reveiw, once again only if you can be POLITE about it.

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