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chapter 6
Chapter 6
‘Charms. I’m so glad I only have to deal with the Slytherins this class. But who do I sit with,’ Zohra thought. ‘And where the hell is that damn Wolf! He just disappeared. GRRR!! Where is he when I need him?’
As she entered the classroom, she saw the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. She briefly thought that it was a bit of a relief she only had one of her houses to choose from. Now she only had to decide with whom to sit.
‘Let’s see…hmmm…?’ Just then, the “Slytherin Ice Prince” and his group walked in – looking cold and aloof. As soon as they took their seats, she realized that Draco Malfoy sat alone.
‘I guess I know where I’m gonna sit.’
She walked to the place where Draco had parked himself, and sat down.
Not immediately noticing, since his face was ensconced in his potions book, he muttered to himself. It wasn’t until he shifted in his chair, that he saw her.
‘Why is she sitting near me?’ Draco thought.
No one sat near him.
“I guess you are probably wondering why I’m sitting next to you, yes?” Draco just nodded his head – stuck in his stupor. “Yeah. Well, it’s because I want to sit next to someone from my own house, and since no one was sitting next to you, I decided that I would. Besides…I need friends. You seem like a nice enough guy, so why not? And don’t deny it, ‘cause I know that Slytherins act like tough guys when most of the time, they’re not. You’re no different.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. We don’t act. This is how we are.”
“Right…You forget the fact that my brother and I are both Slytherins. You can’t hide anything from me no matter how hard you try.” Draco looked at her with a thoughtful look, and then took out his hand.
“Okay. My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. Head boy, Leader of Slytherin, and officially gay for now and eternity. What is your name?”
Zohra chuckled to herself. It seemed like everyone she picked to be her friend turned out to be gay. ‘How amusing.’ “My name is Zohra Venus Snape – sister to Severus Snape, Slythindor, and straight. Nice to meet you.” And they shook hands. For the rest of the period, Zohra and Draco got to know each other a little better. It seemed that Draco had a thing for someone in the house of Gryffindor, loved potions and loved playing pranks. Apparently, they both liked to dance, sing, and practice Martial Arts. And though Draco had more of a thing for Dragons, he too had a general interest in wolves. She also learned that her brother was called ‘The Greasy Git’ or ‘The Great Greasy Bat.’ She thought it was horrible that people would think that about her brother!
As soon as class was over, Draco and Zohra left class together. Suddenly, they were stopped by another voice.
“Dracoooo! Wait for us, you prick,” shouted a feminine voice. When they turned around, they saw Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle running to catch up with them.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your lovely new friend, Draco,” asked Blaise.
“Right,” Draco said with a face of indifference.
“Oh Draco, cut the crap. It’s just us. You can drop the act,” said Goyle. At that comment, Zohra gave Draco a rather pointed look.
“Okay, okay. You were right, Zohra. Sorry. Okay guys. This is Zohra Venus Snape. She’s straight. So no, Pansy. No hitting on her.”
“Oh poo!” Pansy feigned disappointment, but the amusement still glittered in her eyes.
“Zohra, these are my best friends. This is Pansy, Blaise, Vincent, and Greg.”
“Nice to meet you all. I can’t wait to get to know you. But if you betray my trust, I will hurt you,” Zohra said seriously. The Slytherins understood. They knew deep inside that they wouldn’t betray their new friend intentionally. “Good.” Zohra said as she started walking to Transfiguration. “I can simply tell this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
“Hey, Zohra? Wait one second. Do you want to have lunch with us today?”
Zohra turned and smiled at her new group of friends.
“Of course.”
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When Zohra had entered Transfigurations, she was very depressed. She oozed sadness. Okay. Maybe she didn’t quite wear her heart on her sleeve, because it wouldn’t do for a half Slytherin to show her emotions all the time, but it wasn’t difficult to say that there were definite pangs of pain within her chest. Zohra was depressed, because her brother had brushed her off. She had bumped into him in the corridor, and was about to start telling him what happened to her in her last class when he just left. He just kept moving to where ever he was going. It was as if he hadn’t even seen her. This hurt Zohra a lot. Her brother, whom she loved dearly, and loved to piss him off, didn’t want to look or talk to her. ‘Oh my god,’ She thought dejectedly. ‘What did I do that he won’t talk to me?’ A lone tear fell down her tan cheek. She wiped it away before anyone in the class saw. Or so she thought, as a pair of emerald greens looked at her with sadness and determination.
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Harry had seen what had happened between Severus and Zohra in the corridor and in potions class. As he followed Zohra into Transfigurations, he had seen her wipe the tear from her face. He wanted to get to know Zohra and help. It wasn’t only because she was sad and new and needed comforting but also because she was Severus’ sister. He was in love with the man, and he felt that he had a connection with her. He just doesn’t know what that connection is yet.
Harry walked toward her and asked, “Can I sit here?”
Zohra looked up, and before she could place her happy-go-lucky mask on, he saw the sadness in her eyes. “Yeah, sure.” At that, Harry smiled.
‘It might be easier to help her now and get her and my Severus acting as a family again,’ thought Harry.
/Indeed, little one. Your Severus? /
/Who the hell are you? You pop into my head at the most random moments. You’ve been here ever since…/ Harry didn’t want to say any more, because he had a feeling that even though this person wouldn’t hurt him, he was not allowed to say what happened the day after his birthday. He felt that it wasn’t time to think it to this person though he knew that this person already knew.
/Good, young one. You understand and are listening to your instincts. You must help the sister, so that she and your love will have a family again. Do not hide your love for her brother from her, but only tell her when you are ready. /
/I understand. But, when will I meet you and…/ Harry was cut off.
/Sorry young one to have to interrupt, but I must leave. You have met me before, but not properly. /
/Huh? / A thoroughly confused look on his face. His emotions had been playing clearly on his face, and Zohra had been watching him curiously.
/Soon, little one. Soon you will have all the answers that you seek. /
“Harry. Are you okay,” asked Zohra looking slightly concerned.
“Huh? Oh yeah. I’m fine,” Harry said, but he knew that the Slythindor knew something was up. “So…” Harry looked at her with something akin to amusement and nervousness. Well he seriously did not want to mess up the chance to be friends with someone new. Hermione had said she was nice after all. For a part Slytherin, that is…Zohra looked at Harry expectantly. “I guess we haven’t been properly introduced and all. How about we start at the beginning, yeah?”
“Sure, Harry. My Name is Zohra Venus Snape, and yes, I’m related to Severus Snape. Apparently named The Greasy Git,” she said – taking out her hand.
Harry smiled in a sad cheerful way, because he could hear the slight pain she felt to find out her older brother’s name to many students. “Hey. He isn’t a greasy git. Well…Not all the time, at least.” Zohra smiled at that. “My name is Harry. Just Harry.”
Zohra looked at him curiously. “Not the-boy-who-lived-twice, the savior-of-the-Wizarding-World?”
Harry knew she would ask such a question because there were many before her who asked the same. “No. I’m none of those things. I’m just Harry. No one else.” Now, he just had to wait for her answer. If she answered the way those obsessed with the ‘boy-who-lived’ then she wouldn’t be his true friend. 1) He would lose a friend, and 2) He would have to tell his Severus about it when Severus became his in reality and not just in his mind.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I guess I just got confused with another Harry. The guy all those obsessed Magical people talk about. I’m so sorry for the confusion,” said Zohra – smiling.
Harry looked into her eyes, and knew he had found a new friend.
‘Now. How do I help her with Severus? I know for sure that she is trustworthy, and I have a pretty strong feeling that she might need me to help her. But, how do I get her to tell me what’s going on in the first place.’
/Time, young one. Give her time. /
/It’s you again. I thought you left. /
The deep voice chuckled. /I never truly leave, but I’m never truly there. /
/Bloody Hell. You sure sound a lot like the Headmaster with his weird phrases. /
/I guess that is possible, considering…forget it. However, anyway, back to Zohra. She will indeed need your help, but she must be given time. She has always dealt with her brother by herself since their parents died. She may not allow you in. However, at the same time, she may be willing. Have patience, young one. /
/Okay. I just want to help her. I hope I can. /
/You will. Have faith. Your chance will come. / And with that, the voice left. Just then, Hermione, Ron, and the Professor walked in. Class had begun. He looked to Hermione and she got the message. He would be partners with Zohra and get to know her more. This would be fun. Maybe he should talk to her about her horrible hair day and color changing spell. He looked back at Zohra and then the Professor. It was bound to be an interesting year. Two Snapes, a Slythindor, Gryffindors, and Slytherins. Oh the possibilities.
*Hey sorry for it being so short. But, I will try to make the next one longer and better. And if this one isn’t up to par with the other chapters, I’m so sorry. But, the next one will be better.
‘Charms. I’m so glad I only have to deal with the Slytherins this class. But who do I sit with,’ Zohra thought. ‘And where the hell is that damn Wolf! He just disappeared. GRRR!! Where is he when I need him?’
As she entered the classroom, she saw the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. She briefly thought that it was a bit of a relief she only had one of her houses to choose from. Now she only had to decide with whom to sit.
‘Let’s see…hmmm…?’ Just then, the “Slytherin Ice Prince” and his group walked in – looking cold and aloof. As soon as they took their seats, she realized that Draco Malfoy sat alone.
‘I guess I know where I’m gonna sit.’
She walked to the place where Draco had parked himself, and sat down.
Not immediately noticing, since his face was ensconced in his potions book, he muttered to himself. It wasn’t until he shifted in his chair, that he saw her.
‘Why is she sitting near me?’ Draco thought.
No one sat near him.
“I guess you are probably wondering why I’m sitting next to you, yes?” Draco just nodded his head – stuck in his stupor. “Yeah. Well, it’s because I want to sit next to someone from my own house, and since no one was sitting next to you, I decided that I would. Besides…I need friends. You seem like a nice enough guy, so why not? And don’t deny it, ‘cause I know that Slytherins act like tough guys when most of the time, they’re not. You’re no different.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. We don’t act. This is how we are.”
“Right…You forget the fact that my brother and I are both Slytherins. You can’t hide anything from me no matter how hard you try.” Draco looked at her with a thoughtful look, and then took out his hand.
“Okay. My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. Head boy, Leader of Slytherin, and officially gay for now and eternity. What is your name?”
Zohra chuckled to herself. It seemed like everyone she picked to be her friend turned out to be gay. ‘How amusing.’ “My name is Zohra Venus Snape – sister to Severus Snape, Slythindor, and straight. Nice to meet you.” And they shook hands. For the rest of the period, Zohra and Draco got to know each other a little better. It seemed that Draco had a thing for someone in the house of Gryffindor, loved potions and loved playing pranks. Apparently, they both liked to dance, sing, and practice Martial Arts. And though Draco had more of a thing for Dragons, he too had a general interest in wolves. She also learned that her brother was called ‘The Greasy Git’ or ‘The Great Greasy Bat.’ She thought it was horrible that people would think that about her brother!
As soon as class was over, Draco and Zohra left class together. Suddenly, they were stopped by another voice.
“Dracoooo! Wait for us, you prick,” shouted a feminine voice. When they turned around, they saw Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle running to catch up with them.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your lovely new friend, Draco,” asked Blaise.
“Right,” Draco said with a face of indifference.
“Oh Draco, cut the crap. It’s just us. You can drop the act,” said Goyle. At that comment, Zohra gave Draco a rather pointed look.
“Okay, okay. You were right, Zohra. Sorry. Okay guys. This is Zohra Venus Snape. She’s straight. So no, Pansy. No hitting on her.”
“Oh poo!” Pansy feigned disappointment, but the amusement still glittered in her eyes.
“Zohra, these are my best friends. This is Pansy, Blaise, Vincent, and Greg.”
“Nice to meet you all. I can’t wait to get to know you. But if you betray my trust, I will hurt you,” Zohra said seriously. The Slytherins understood. They knew deep inside that they wouldn’t betray their new friend intentionally. “Good.” Zohra said as she started walking to Transfiguration. “I can simply tell this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
“Hey, Zohra? Wait one second. Do you want to have lunch with us today?”
Zohra turned and smiled at her new group of friends.
“Of course.”
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When Zohra had entered Transfigurations, she was very depressed. She oozed sadness. Okay. Maybe she didn’t quite wear her heart on her sleeve, because it wouldn’t do for a half Slytherin to show her emotions all the time, but it wasn’t difficult to say that there were definite pangs of pain within her chest. Zohra was depressed, because her brother had brushed her off. She had bumped into him in the corridor, and was about to start telling him what happened to her in her last class when he just left. He just kept moving to where ever he was going. It was as if he hadn’t even seen her. This hurt Zohra a lot. Her brother, whom she loved dearly, and loved to piss him off, didn’t want to look or talk to her. ‘Oh my god,’ She thought dejectedly. ‘What did I do that he won’t talk to me?’ A lone tear fell down her tan cheek. She wiped it away before anyone in the class saw. Or so she thought, as a pair of emerald greens looked at her with sadness and determination.
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Harry had seen what had happened between Severus and Zohra in the corridor and in potions class. As he followed Zohra into Transfigurations, he had seen her wipe the tear from her face. He wanted to get to know Zohra and help. It wasn’t only because she was sad and new and needed comforting but also because she was Severus’ sister. He was in love with the man, and he felt that he had a connection with her. He just doesn’t know what that connection is yet.
Harry walked toward her and asked, “Can I sit here?”
Zohra looked up, and before she could place her happy-go-lucky mask on, he saw the sadness in her eyes. “Yeah, sure.” At that, Harry smiled.
‘It might be easier to help her now and get her and my Severus acting as a family again,’ thought Harry.
/Indeed, little one. Your Severus? /
/Who the hell are you? You pop into my head at the most random moments. You’ve been here ever since…/ Harry didn’t want to say any more, because he had a feeling that even though this person wouldn’t hurt him, he was not allowed to say what happened the day after his birthday. He felt that it wasn’t time to think it to this person though he knew that this person already knew.
/Good, young one. You understand and are listening to your instincts. You must help the sister, so that she and your love will have a family again. Do not hide your love for her brother from her, but only tell her when you are ready. /
/I understand. But, when will I meet you and…/ Harry was cut off.
/Sorry young one to have to interrupt, but I must leave. You have met me before, but not properly. /
/Huh? / A thoroughly confused look on his face. His emotions had been playing clearly on his face, and Zohra had been watching him curiously.
/Soon, little one. Soon you will have all the answers that you seek. /
“Harry. Are you okay,” asked Zohra looking slightly concerned.
“Huh? Oh yeah. I’m fine,” Harry said, but he knew that the Slythindor knew something was up. “So…” Harry looked at her with something akin to amusement and nervousness. Well he seriously did not want to mess up the chance to be friends with someone new. Hermione had said she was nice after all. For a part Slytherin, that is…Zohra looked at Harry expectantly. “I guess we haven’t been properly introduced and all. How about we start at the beginning, yeah?”
“Sure, Harry. My Name is Zohra Venus Snape, and yes, I’m related to Severus Snape. Apparently named The Greasy Git,” she said – taking out her hand.
Harry smiled in a sad cheerful way, because he could hear the slight pain she felt to find out her older brother’s name to many students. “Hey. He isn’t a greasy git. Well…Not all the time, at least.” Zohra smiled at that. “My name is Harry. Just Harry.”
Zohra looked at him curiously. “Not the-boy-who-lived-twice, the savior-of-the-Wizarding-World?”
Harry knew she would ask such a question because there were many before her who asked the same. “No. I’m none of those things. I’m just Harry. No one else.” Now, he just had to wait for her answer. If she answered the way those obsessed with the ‘boy-who-lived’ then she wouldn’t be his true friend. 1) He would lose a friend, and 2) He would have to tell his Severus about it when Severus became his in reality and not just in his mind.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I guess I just got confused with another Harry. The guy all those obsessed Magical people talk about. I’m so sorry for the confusion,” said Zohra – smiling.
Harry looked into her eyes, and knew he had found a new friend.
‘Now. How do I help her with Severus? I know for sure that she is trustworthy, and I have a pretty strong feeling that she might need me to help her. But, how do I get her to tell me what’s going on in the first place.’
/Time, young one. Give her time. /
/It’s you again. I thought you left. /
The deep voice chuckled. /I never truly leave, but I’m never truly there. /
/Bloody Hell. You sure sound a lot like the Headmaster with his weird phrases. /
/I guess that is possible, considering…forget it. However, anyway, back to Zohra. She will indeed need your help, but she must be given time. She has always dealt with her brother by herself since their parents died. She may not allow you in. However, at the same time, she may be willing. Have patience, young one. /
/Okay. I just want to help her. I hope I can. /
/You will. Have faith. Your chance will come. / And with that, the voice left. Just then, Hermione, Ron, and the Professor walked in. Class had begun. He looked to Hermione and she got the message. He would be partners with Zohra and get to know her more. This would be fun. Maybe he should talk to her about her horrible hair day and color changing spell. He looked back at Zohra and then the Professor. It was bound to be an interesting year. Two Snapes, a Slythindor, Gryffindors, and Slytherins. Oh the possibilities.
*Hey sorry for it being so short. But, I will try to make the next one longer and better. And if this one isn’t up to par with the other chapters, I’m so sorry. But, the next one will be better.