Stealing the Siren

A/N: I was riding in the car to pick up Terrill from work when I heard this song and this very unlikely scenario popped into my head so of course I jotted it down and put it up here. I will get to TB shortly. Been a painful day today . . . kids driving me crazy even though their mom is home. Terrill Jr. yells constantly, little bad ass. lol. I will probably write when he goes to sleep. Well here is the idea:
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Stealing the Siren

Severus Snape walked into the smoky little amphitheater, his robes billowing. This was Muggle London, but he didn’t look the least out of place in his black robes in this establishment. Actually, he was one of the least interesting people here. Piercings, spiked hair and collars abounded. He found it quite entertaining. He needed entertainment. Since leaving Hogwarts, his life was quite dull and empty, his lonely hours spent reading and brewing privately for rich customers. He never realized just how much he needed a regular influx of socialization.

Even companionship. But that was out of the question. He had no idea how to go about securing a witch for himself. He had failed miserably with Lily, and he was no Prince Charming. Most women looked at him and blanched, he was so ugly. His nose was huge and his hair greasy. His black eyes were perpetually narrowed, and even when he was feeling pleasant, he still looked as if he wanted to harm someone. It was just his demeanor.

Well, here he fit in a bit, and he was able to enjoy people without standing out. Mostly, he could be entertained while having a drink and some fish and chips. Then, it was back to Spinners End until next Wednesday night’s Open Mike. He had never signed up to participate, though he was sure he could knock everyone’s socks off with a few displays of magic. Possibly even attract a Muggle woman or two. A witch wouldn’t find his talent at all interesting. Every wizard could do magic after all.

He ordered a Guinness and watched as several people signed up. Finally the lights lowered. There was a woman who was a decent comedienne, a ventriloquist with a dummy with freckles and red hair that reminded Snape of Ronald Weasley and his entire family, a violinist, and a poet.

“Next up,” said the host, a young heavy-set man with his head shaved, thick glasses and a nose piercing that was linked by a silver chain to his right ear, “is Hermione Granger! Give her a hand.”

Cheers went up for Hermione as she walked up on stage, dressed in blue jeans, trainers and a white t-shirt. She was short and curvy, her once bushy brown hair now in manageable curls that fell over her shoulders. She didn’t wear any make-up but was still quite attractive. Snape sat forward with interest as she picked up the mike and music started.

Hermione began to sing, and sing well using an American accent as many British artists did. It simply sounded better.

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I don’t need a lot of things
I can get by with nothing
Of all the blessings life can bring
I’ve always needed something
But I’ve got all I want
When it comes to loving you
You’re my only reason
You’re my only truth

I need you like water
Like breath, like rain


Snape couldn’t believe how beautiful her voice was and was completely mesmerized by the witch. It was as if she was a Siren and her voice was beckoning to him. Snape stared at the witch, completely consumed with desire for her as he listened to her passionate singing. Dear gods. She really was a Siren.

Mechanically, Snape stood up and walked over to the sign-up table. He picked up a pen and wrote his name down. The girl sitting there read what he was going to do, then looked up at him and smiled.

”Going to do a bit of magic, eh?” she asked him.

Her ears both had two huge disks in their lobes.

”Yes,” Snape said shortly, still looking at Hermione and hoping she wouldn’t leave before he took the stage.

Hermione finished singing, and smiled shyly at the audience as she left the stage and took a seat at a table to watch the other performers. She was alone. She and Ron had a big row and she took off here. No one knew she did Open Mikes or that she could even sing. She kept this part of her life private. It was her secret.

Ron was pressuring her to get married again. She wasn’t ready for marriage and honestly, didn’t think she wanted to marry Ron. She wanted to be more than a housewife, and although Ron promised her she could do what she liked, she didn’t believe him. Molly wanted grandchildren and Ron wanted a lot of children himself. Hermione didn’t feel like taking care of babies this early in her life.

Once again Ron accused her of not loving him. Once again she told him she loved him but she had to get her life in order and find out what she wanted to do before committing herself. He then told her she should want to do what he wanted to do . . . get married and have a family.

Finally, Hermione stormed out of her flat and Disapparated, ending up here. She drank her cola and watched the next few performers. Suddenly, Kevin, the host called out:

”Next we have . . . Snape. He’s going to do magic,” the young man announced. There was sparse applause as Snape took the stage, carrying a chair with him from the floor. He sat it down and pulled out his wand.

Hermione’s eyes went wide. Professor Snape was here? She couldn’t believe it. But there he was, thin, dour, pale, that slight scowl on his face as he looked out into the audience.

”First, I need a volunteer from the audience,” the wizard purred.

A few women whispered about how sexy his voice was as he looked over the audience, then several female hands went up. Snape’s black eyes drifted over them, then fell on Hermione.

”You. The singer. Please indulge me,” he said silkily as a spotlight fell on Hermione and everyone applauded. She had to go up.

Slowly she marched up the stage.

”You know this is hardly fair. You’re a wizard. This isn’t a talent, this is nature,” she whispered at him.

”It is entertainment,” he said back to the witch, his eyes flicking over her. “Now please take a seat.”

Hermione sat down and Snape deftly produced several pieces of black ribbon and proceeded to tie Hermione’s wrists and ankles together as the men in the audience wolf-whistled.

”What are you doing?” Hermione demanded.

”It is all part of the ‘trick’” the wizard replied, his lip quirking slightly. Hermione tested her bonds. They were secure. Then Snape produced a blindfold and tied it around Hermione’s eyes.

“Hey!” she exclaimed as he fastened it securely, then waved his pale hand in front of it.

He then stepped back, pointing his his wand at the bound witch.

”And now,” he intoned, “Lococorpus!”

He flicked the wand at Hermione and she disappeared.

The crowd gasped, then applauded wildly as Snape bowed, then hurriedly left the stage.

”Ah, where’d she go?” Kevin asked the wizard as everyone tried to crowd around him.

”If I told you that, it would ruin the effect. Now, I must go,” Snape said, pushing through the audience and exiting the amphitheater.

”Wow, that was cool,” Kevin said admiringly.

As soon as he was a safe distance away, Snape Disapparated for Spinners End, letting himself into his house quickly and hurrying up the stairs. He entered his bedroom and found Hermione lying on his bed struggling to kick free of her bonds. She stopped when she heard the door open.

”Professor Snape, I demand you release me immediately!” she yelled.

The pale wizard looked down on Hermione and said nothing as he remembered her singing.

Snape didn’t know exactly what madness possessed him to do what he did, but one thing was clear . . . he had stolen the Siren.

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A/N: Kidnapper!Snape