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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
925
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7
Story: What happens when Angel and Snape are trapped in a room and Muggles walk in? Or when she blows up her cauldron and demolishes the class... Will they find love?
A/n: I do not own Severus Snape, he belongs to the magical world off Harry Potter created by JK Rowling *snifs* Angel Dean is fully mine how ever :)
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Chapter 7
Angel almost fell of her bed when the fire roared up; she shivered when she saw a whirl of robes.
“Ah Angel my dear child” Dumbledore smiled when he stopped spinning and stepped out the fire place.
“Professor Dumbledore” she sighed “what can I do for you”
He let his eyes fall down sadly; Angel seemed as cold and distant as Severus had been. “Not much my dear girl, however I have gotten news of your letter”
“God Dobby” she grumbled as she looked at Albus “I am sorry Professor, however I have nothing to say over the matter”
“Actually, Dobby is not to blame I simply saw there was something between you and Severus and acted on it… Once with him I found the letter”
“Well he must be taking it well if he isn’t here screaming his head of at me”
“That is were you are wrong, he is devastated even though he will show nothing of it.”
“He is better of, what would he want with a brat like me who fusses over the littlest things so much that she is loosing her mind”
“But My dear girl, every body worries… Molly is worried sick when he husband or children are out for the order. She simply learned how to deal with it, it is normal that you are worried about to ones you love”
“Yeah whatever” she snapped “worried is one thing, loosing your mind is another… Its not you’re father he is going too… It’s not your father who would kill him without a second thought”
Dumbledore sighed deeply “No he is not my father, but does that make any difference… You love Severus… why would it matter who your father is?”
“Because if he found out he would set me aside, disgusted of what I am… Of what blood I carry”
“You are wrong Angel, you need to trust him”
“Why would I… and that was not the point off the letter, I have seen how he gets back after the meetings. Beaten en broken and I know that is because of me, because he thinks of me instead of his mission. He cannot block his mind completely and though this might hurt him it will save him from a certain death.”
“And how do you know he thinks of you, how do you know Voldemort doesn’t simply know he is a spy”
“Because I would have felt it”
“Than you have been blocking your feelings because he has already been discovered… Somehow, somebody inside Hogwarts has told Voldemort of Snape’s true intentions. He was away so long for a reason Angel… He has been tortured badly and needs you know more then ever”
“Tortured” she gasped as she looked at him
“Yes tortured, he barely made it out alive. He still isn’t fully healed, and now you are breaking his heart as well. It is simply too much for him, when I left a bottle of Fire whiskey was already half empty and I am pretty sure he drained it by now.”
Angel sighed sadly “and what do you suppose I do about it”
“Go to him, comfort him. Tell him why you wrote the letter; let him rage at you if necessary”
“Well I hardly doubt I will be able to set foot in his room let alone comfort him”
“If you do not try you will never know, and you are smart enough to figure out a way”
“I don’t know”
“Oh child” Dumbledore smiled as he pulled Angel into a hug “don’t let him slip through your fingers when he makes you happy”
She simply nodded and watched Dumbledore step back into the fire
“Don’t wait to long Angel”
“No Professor” she sighed as she let herself fall into the chair, how on earth would she get Snape to listen to her.
She finally realized it might be easier to look at an animal than her, stepping into the fireplace she said “Snape’s private quarters” loud and clear before turning into her animagus form.
He looked up drunkenly ready to scream at anyone who stepped inside his room, but what he saw surprised him. A snow white wolf with deep blue eyes stepped onto his black rug, its face looked said and it whined softly before stepping up to him. Wondering where this creature came from he crouched next to it and ruffled its hair “now where did you come from”
Angel pulled up her nose and whined again, his breath smelled like alcohol. She was mad at herself for what she did to him and pressed her nose against his face. She knew he had no idea who she was but she also know that as Angel he could not comfort him.
He examined her from top to toe and wondered why she seemed so familiar; he realized he had seen those eyes. He knew them and yet he could no place them. Sitting down next to her he petted her softly and sighed deeply, maybe Dumbledore was right about the letter. She did mean no harm by it; she seemed to be protecting him. Even though her method was completely wrong, and she did not know he was no longer a spy. How could she they had not spoken for a week. Maybe it was the alcohol but for once he could think straight, without his head messing everything up. He needed to be with her, tell her it was okay, tell her how he feel.
Standing up he looked at the sad wolf and smiled “thanks, you made me realize I need to speak to Angel… what am I doing you don’t understand me”
Her eyes widened and she howled happily, prancing around him and tugging at his pants.
“What you do understand me… Did Dumbledore send you” he asked his eyes already set on the fire
“In a way” her soft voice floated through the room as she changed back into her human form.
He jerked around surprised, did that wolf just speak. But his eyes widened beyond believe when he saw Angel shrug of her fur coat and cast her eyes to the ground.
“I am sorry”
“For what” he snapped batting himself in the head. Why could he never hold his tongue?
“For the letter, for my stupid reaction, for what I did too you”
His faced softened and he looked at her, yes he was mad but she looked truly sorry “why did you write it in the first place”
“Because I thought it was my fault that you came home broken after the meetings… Because it is my father who did this too you” she let out a soft sob and fell too her knees, there she said it. She told him who her father was.
“The dark lord is…” his voice faltered when he realized what she just told him. She shared Voldemorts blood, did this effect how he felt? Not at all, he could not care less he still felt the same about her. In the end it was not her fault, and yet he hated Potter for what his father did. He did not blame Angel for thinking he would hate her as well, “And why would that change my mind”
“I don’t know” she sobbed “I thought you would be disgusted”
“Angel no” he sighed as he crouched next to her “of course that wont change how I feel, it is not your fault”
“No…” she asked uncertain, “I know it isn’t but…”
“Stop butting… that’s the whole problem, you question everything, are worried about everything and everyone. Start thinking about yourself instead of what might happen.”
“Hmpf” She muttered as she whipped away a few tears, “it’s not that easy”
“Ah but it is” he smiled “I am here to help you; Molly is here to help you. You are not alone, we all worry about what the future brings but you let it run your life.”
“I know” she sighed “but how am I supposed to change that”
“Let it run by you, think of other things. Talk to us when it bothers you”
“I will try” she finally nodded, he was right
“Good, that’s all I ask”
She smiled a teary smile and crawled a bit closer to him “I am sorry”
“You are forgiven” he nodded curtly before he pulled her into his embrace “Just don’t do that again”
“I wont, have any whiskey left?”
“Of course” he smiled conjuring two glasses out off thin air and calling for another bottle off fire whiskey.
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Authors note: OMG I am such a Drama queen, this is turning very Mary Sue I think… lately I have been wondering whether Angel is not way Mary Sue but ah well… I love her the way she is… And Snape so forgiving, must really be the alcohol lol.
Anyway I hope you like these chapters, I tried my best… I don’t know why but I really felt like being dramatic about the whole thing… More on Remus soon and of course the promised Lolly pop will jump in the story somewhere… I am not saying what it does yet (sticks out tongue) so nanananananananana lol… Review pleaseeeeee. I love reviews… (bounces happily)
A/n: I do not own Severus Snape, he belongs to the magical world off Harry Potter created by JK Rowling *snifs* Angel Dean is fully mine how ever :)
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Chapter 7
Angel almost fell of her bed when the fire roared up; she shivered when she saw a whirl of robes.
“Ah Angel my dear child” Dumbledore smiled when he stopped spinning and stepped out the fire place.
“Professor Dumbledore” she sighed “what can I do for you”
He let his eyes fall down sadly; Angel seemed as cold and distant as Severus had been. “Not much my dear girl, however I have gotten news of your letter”
“God Dobby” she grumbled as she looked at Albus “I am sorry Professor, however I have nothing to say over the matter”
“Actually, Dobby is not to blame I simply saw there was something between you and Severus and acted on it… Once with him I found the letter”
“Well he must be taking it well if he isn’t here screaming his head of at me”
“That is were you are wrong, he is devastated even though he will show nothing of it.”
“He is better of, what would he want with a brat like me who fusses over the littlest things so much that she is loosing her mind”
“But My dear girl, every body worries… Molly is worried sick when he husband or children are out for the order. She simply learned how to deal with it, it is normal that you are worried about to ones you love”
“Yeah whatever” she snapped “worried is one thing, loosing your mind is another… Its not you’re father he is going too… It’s not your father who would kill him without a second thought”
Dumbledore sighed deeply “No he is not my father, but does that make any difference… You love Severus… why would it matter who your father is?”
“Because if he found out he would set me aside, disgusted of what I am… Of what blood I carry”
“You are wrong Angel, you need to trust him”
“Why would I… and that was not the point off the letter, I have seen how he gets back after the meetings. Beaten en broken and I know that is because of me, because he thinks of me instead of his mission. He cannot block his mind completely and though this might hurt him it will save him from a certain death.”
“And how do you know he thinks of you, how do you know Voldemort doesn’t simply know he is a spy”
“Because I would have felt it”
“Than you have been blocking your feelings because he has already been discovered… Somehow, somebody inside Hogwarts has told Voldemort of Snape’s true intentions. He was away so long for a reason Angel… He has been tortured badly and needs you know more then ever”
“Tortured” she gasped as she looked at him
“Yes tortured, he barely made it out alive. He still isn’t fully healed, and now you are breaking his heart as well. It is simply too much for him, when I left a bottle of Fire whiskey was already half empty and I am pretty sure he drained it by now.”
Angel sighed sadly “and what do you suppose I do about it”
“Go to him, comfort him. Tell him why you wrote the letter; let him rage at you if necessary”
“Well I hardly doubt I will be able to set foot in his room let alone comfort him”
“If you do not try you will never know, and you are smart enough to figure out a way”
“I don’t know”
“Oh child” Dumbledore smiled as he pulled Angel into a hug “don’t let him slip through your fingers when he makes you happy”
She simply nodded and watched Dumbledore step back into the fire
“Don’t wait to long Angel”
“No Professor” she sighed as she let herself fall into the chair, how on earth would she get Snape to listen to her.
She finally realized it might be easier to look at an animal than her, stepping into the fireplace she said “Snape’s private quarters” loud and clear before turning into her animagus form.
He looked up drunkenly ready to scream at anyone who stepped inside his room, but what he saw surprised him. A snow white wolf with deep blue eyes stepped onto his black rug, its face looked said and it whined softly before stepping up to him. Wondering where this creature came from he crouched next to it and ruffled its hair “now where did you come from”
Angel pulled up her nose and whined again, his breath smelled like alcohol. She was mad at herself for what she did to him and pressed her nose against his face. She knew he had no idea who she was but she also know that as Angel he could not comfort him.
He examined her from top to toe and wondered why she seemed so familiar; he realized he had seen those eyes. He knew them and yet he could no place them. Sitting down next to her he petted her softly and sighed deeply, maybe Dumbledore was right about the letter. She did mean no harm by it; she seemed to be protecting him. Even though her method was completely wrong, and she did not know he was no longer a spy. How could she they had not spoken for a week. Maybe it was the alcohol but for once he could think straight, without his head messing everything up. He needed to be with her, tell her it was okay, tell her how he feel.
Standing up he looked at the sad wolf and smiled “thanks, you made me realize I need to speak to Angel… what am I doing you don’t understand me”
Her eyes widened and she howled happily, prancing around him and tugging at his pants.
“What you do understand me… Did Dumbledore send you” he asked his eyes already set on the fire
“In a way” her soft voice floated through the room as she changed back into her human form.
He jerked around surprised, did that wolf just speak. But his eyes widened beyond believe when he saw Angel shrug of her fur coat and cast her eyes to the ground.
“I am sorry”
“For what” he snapped batting himself in the head. Why could he never hold his tongue?
“For the letter, for my stupid reaction, for what I did too you”
His faced softened and he looked at her, yes he was mad but she looked truly sorry “why did you write it in the first place”
“Because I thought it was my fault that you came home broken after the meetings… Because it is my father who did this too you” she let out a soft sob and fell too her knees, there she said it. She told him who her father was.
“The dark lord is…” his voice faltered when he realized what she just told him. She shared Voldemorts blood, did this effect how he felt? Not at all, he could not care less he still felt the same about her. In the end it was not her fault, and yet he hated Potter for what his father did. He did not blame Angel for thinking he would hate her as well, “And why would that change my mind”
“I don’t know” she sobbed “I thought you would be disgusted”
“Angel no” he sighed as he crouched next to her “of course that wont change how I feel, it is not your fault”
“No…” she asked uncertain, “I know it isn’t but…”
“Stop butting… that’s the whole problem, you question everything, are worried about everything and everyone. Start thinking about yourself instead of what might happen.”
“Hmpf” She muttered as she whipped away a few tears, “it’s not that easy”
“Ah but it is” he smiled “I am here to help you; Molly is here to help you. You are not alone, we all worry about what the future brings but you let it run your life.”
“I know” she sighed “but how am I supposed to change that”
“Let it run by you, think of other things. Talk to us when it bothers you”
“I will try” she finally nodded, he was right
“Good, that’s all I ask”
She smiled a teary smile and crawled a bit closer to him “I am sorry”
“You are forgiven” he nodded curtly before he pulled her into his embrace “Just don’t do that again”
“I wont, have any whiskey left?”
“Of course” he smiled conjuring two glasses out off thin air and calling for another bottle off fire whiskey.
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End flashback…
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Authors note: OMG I am such a Drama queen, this is turning very Mary Sue I think… lately I have been wondering whether Angel is not way Mary Sue but ah well… I love her the way she is… And Snape so forgiving, must really be the alcohol lol.
Anyway I hope you like these chapters, I tried my best… I don’t know why but I really felt like being dramatic about the whole thing… More on Remus soon and of course the promised Lolly pop will jump in the story somewhere… I am not saying what it does yet (sticks out tongue) so nanananananananana lol… Review pleaseeeeee. I love reviews… (bounces happily)