Rescue Me

"Severus, I know that you have been working here for a couple of years and that you have been helping me out very much, but don't you think that you're a little young? Don't you want to have some semblance of a life? How are you going to be able to do that if you are cooped up in the dungeons day after day? How are you ever going to find a woman that way?" Albus Dumbledore sat in his large office, the many portraits of past headmasters of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry looking down at the young man sitting across from him. The old headmaster's bright blue eyes were twinkling with their usual mirth when the young man in front of him snarled. "Severus, I realize that you may think that I am just bothering you and that I shouldn't be worrying about you. But you are scary many of your students, and while sometimes scare tactics work, I don't think it would be too much for you to be pleasant every now and again."

The young man, by the name of Severus Snape, looked at the old man and frowned. "Headmaster, I think it would be best if you left me to my own devices. I have no intent to find a woman and bring her into my life. It would be much too complicated. Not to mention that I wouldn't have any time between my classes and my duties to you and my duties to You-Know-Who. I simply couldn't do it, sir." Not that the man would want to find a woman anyway. He hadn't liked a woman since he himself had been a student at Hogwarts. Not that that had been a long time ago, no more than seven or eight years. But the amount of time felt like forever. He forcefully shook his head to get the memory of a certain redhead out of his mind and then turn back to the headmaster. "Sir, if all you wanted to see me for was to inform me that I am throwing away my chances for love then I would like very much to leave now." Albus frowned but allowed the dark haired Potions Master to leave the office.

As he was walking out of the large office and began walking down the long staircase, Severus put his right hand against the mark that he had on his left arm. Whether he wanted love or not, no woman was going to forgive him for the mark. Not any good natured woman at least. And he had no need for a woman that would forgive him for the mark. It just meant that they were stupid anyway. And he didn't have time for stupid people. He got enough of those in his classes. The one problem with being a teacher at Hogwarts was that most of the time it felt as though all of his knowledge had gone to waste. The students that he was forced to teach didn't know the difference between a love potion and a sleeping drought, let alone potions that were quite similar but had completely different effects. But he couldn't exactly stop teaching the class. Albus needed him, the old man had said so himself.

He was just about to step off of the staircase when he felt someone run headfirst into him. His face turned into a sneer as he looked down at the person that had just run into him. "Have you not learned how to walk in your years? The floors are not nearly so slippery that you should have problems walking around. Especially if you were in the correct attire for school." As he looked down at the girl there he noticed that she wasn't in school attire. Not at all. The young woman was wearing a mid-thigh length red dress that didn't have any sleeves and cut down in a v in the front. It was held together in the chest area by to silver hoops. She was also wearing a pair of red high heels, red hoops and a necklace that hung down so that the charm hung between in cleavage. The red contrasted against the young woman's dark brown hair and striking blue eyes and creamy skin. She smirked up at him as he looked at her and then cocked her head a bit.

"Like what you see?"

He brought his eyes up to her face and he scowled at her. "What are you doing wearing that around a bunch of seventeen year old boys?" he asked her as a group of Slytherin boys walked past the area.

"I am almost seventeen. But I assume by the way that you spoke of those boys that you are not seventeen to which I say it has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. But I really must speak to the headmaster now if you don't mind."

He allowed the young woman to walk past him onto the stairwell and then frowned. For some reason the way the girl had called him 'sir' made it sound as if she were mocking him. Did it have something to do with the fact that she was only seven or eight years younger than him. In normal circumstances she wouldn't have to call him sir. But in normal cirumstances, someone his age wouldn't already be a professor. With a bit of a growl towards the male students that were still loitering around in the hall as if just waiting for the girl in red to come down from the headmaster's office, he headed towards the dungeons so he didn't have to worry about anything else until later that night when dinner came around.

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The young woman in red made her way up the stairs carefully and knocked lightly on the headmaster's door. "Come in," she heard from inside and she opened the door and slipped inside closing the door behind herself. "Ah, well if it isn't Miss Chelsea Storm. How are you darling?" She made her way over to the headmasters desk and smiled at the older man. She hadn't seen him in quite a long time. Not since her parents had been killed nearly ten years ago.

"I'm wonderful, sir. But I don't come here for a social visit."

"What is it that you need, sweetie?"

"I want to switch schools. Now don't tell me that it's not possible since I'm so old and far along in school. I don't want to hear it. I don't like my school anymore and I would very much like to finish out my last two years here at Hogwarts. Oh please say yes, pretty please," her sparkling blue eyes turned to him as she brought her hands up in a praying motion. Her large eyes became larger as she gave him puppy dog eyes. She had a tendancy to give puppy dog eyes whenever she didn't get her way about something. And they almost always worked when it came to Albus Dumbledore.

"Are you sure that's what you really want?" Albus had been named her godfather when she was born and had looked out for her ever since. When her parents died the day she turned eight he had put her in the care of her grandmother. The elderly woman was wonderful, but Chelsea knew that she was becoming a burden to the woman. She had stayed back at school during the breaks whenever she could just so that her grandmother didn't feel as if she had to take care of her. She was getting up in age and could barely take care of herself let alone a teenage girl.

"I'm positive. I don't care which house I get put into, I don't care what my classes are. I don't even care if I make any friends or not. I just want to finish out my school years here and then make a living when I leave. This is the best place to do it from." The moment he had asked if she was really sure she wanted to do it, Chelsea knew she had him hooked. He never could resist those eyes.

"Alright, fine. You may go ahead and get sorted tonight at dinner. But you are going to have to get some school robes if you are to become a student here. I know that they were leinant at your school in America, but I'm almost sure that they would not have let you walk around in a dress that revealing." Chelsea let out a small laugh as she looked at the old man sitting behind his desk.

"No I suppose you're right. I wasn't wearing this to come and see you though. I was wearing it because I was having dinner and saying goodbye to Grams. I took her someplace fancy so I had to dress up." Albus's eyes twinkled as he looked at the girl. She'd known that he was going to say yes to her before she'd even asked. Sounded just like her. He tried to picture which house he thought she would get into, but he couldn't. She was very much the typical Ravenclaw -- smart, wise, everything that was called for from the house. But she was also the typical Gryffindor -- loyal and courageous, always standing up for what was right. Sadly she was also just like many of the Slytherins that he had known over the years. She could be extremely cunning when she needed something to go her way.

"You may walk around in that getup for the rest of the evening, but once you get your school robes you will be required to change. You will most likely be informed as to school activites when you get sorted into a house. Especially when some of the males see you wearing that."

"When do you expect me to have my school robes?"

"When you are sorted they will be put into the trunk at the end of your bed in that house. You will be in the same room as all of the other students in your year that are in your house."

"Believe it or not, sir, things worked the same way in America." She let out a twinkling laugh and then headed out of the office, sending a little wave over her shoulder. "I'll see you at dinner. I think right now I am going to go ahead and explore the castle."

Albus waved at the girl and then watched as she closed the door behind herself. When she was gone he turned to his pheonix, Fawkes, and smiled. "Well now, I think that she should be a wonderful person to have around our 'bat on the dungeons' don't you think?" Fawkes twilled his agreement. Dumbledore nodded to himself. This was going to be a very interesting year indeed. Especially if both Severus and Chelsea were going to respond to each other as he hoped they would. He didn't wish for her to do anything with the professor knowing that he could be a bit snarky, but at the same time something in him hoped that she would be able to help Severus understand that it was possible to trust people again. Even if he was still mourning Lily's death.

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Chelsea walked out of the office and into the hallway to see that led to the staircase and then made her way down the stairs. She made it out to the hall at the bottom of the stairs and watched as the large eagle moved in front of the doorway. All of the students she saw were wearing black robes that went down to their ankles and then had small emblems on the right brest. No wonder they were all looking at her as if she were a walking and talking dream come true. Most of them probably hadn't seen a girl wearing normal clothes in weeks or months, let alone a girl wearing the type of dress that she was wearing at the moment.

"Are you new around here or are you a professor?" She heard someone come up to her and ask her. She turned towards the voice and found a younger boy standing there in front of her. At least he wasn't one of those 'seventeen year old boys' that the other man had been speaking about earlier. "You don't quite look old enough to be a professor, but then again neither does the bat in the dungeons. Normally though, students wouldn't wear something like that to school." The boy had bright red hair and pretty green eyes. He was tall and thin, but he looked as though he were all set in his ways. She could tell that he was one of the smarter children.

"I'm new. I'm going to be a student here. I'm Chelsea Storm," she told him with a grin on her face, a slight dimple appearing in her cheek as she looked at the boy and held out her hand for him to shake. He took it and introduced himself as Bill Weasley, telling her that there was a possibility she might run into his brother while she was walking around. His name was Charlie but he was only a first year so she shouldn't feel as though she needed to speak to him for any length of time. "I'm sure he isn't all that bad. Even first years deserved to have someone speak to them." Bill just laughed and then nodded.

"So this professor that you were talking about earlier, the bat of the dungeons or whatever," Bill nodded for her to go on. "What exactly is he like?"

Bill's eyes widened as he thought about how to explain the professor. "Well, he teaches Potions, so his hair gets a bit greasy from all the chemicals and steam and everything I guess. Most people just say he doesn't bother to bathe. He's tall and lanky, black hair, black eyes, black robes. Everything about him is black. Even his heart. He's head of Slytherin house, conniving creep that he is. The whole lot of them are actually. He takes pleasure in taking house points from any house that isn't his own, but refuses to give points unless absolutely forced. And even then he finds a reason to take them away again shortly after. People say that he works for You-Know-Who and he's only here to recruit new members." Bill had just finished his sentence and stopped to take a breath when she heard someone walking up the hall. They both turned around to see the man that she had run into earlier walking past them. "That's him now," Billy whispered to her as the man walked by.

She had to bite her lip not to laugh. It was ironic that the man that everyone was so afraid of was the same man that she had met earlier. Thinking back she could understand why people might find him to be rude, because he was certainly that, but she couldn't understand their fear. She wasn't sure who this You-Know-Who that Bill kept speaking about was since she wasn't from Britain, but she had a feeling that they weren't a good person whoever they were. She also found it ironic that the man she had run into earlier and asked if he liked what he saw when his eyes had looked her up and down was going to be her teacher. Back home she never would have spoken to any of her teachers like that, and here she was talking like that to him before she even got into the school. It was so out of character for herself.

"Mr. Weasley, do I need to take points away for loitering in the halls?" She heard the man stop walking and turn back to face them. "And what are you still doing here? Surely your services with Albus are over with by now and you can return to whichever brothel it is that you reside in." He let a smirk find its way onto his mouth as he looked at the girl in the red dress. It didn't occur to him to remember that she was only sixteen years old and even if she wanted to she wasn't old enough to work in a brothel.

Bill was about to say something to the professor when Chelsea walked away from his side and saddled up next to the professor. Her hand moved up to cup his cheek and she leaned closer so that she was leaning into him. Her lips made their way over to his ear and she whispered seductively into it. "Are you jealous, sir? Surely you can't be jealous that Albus would want to speak with me." She let her other hand run down his chest and over his stomach, making sure not to go too far. "Don't worry. There's plenty of me to go around," she told him and then brought her lips away from his ear. She looked him in the eyes and saw that they had become darker and she went ahead and sealed her trip to her death day by pressing her lips against his softly.

When she pulled away she could tell that if she were in a house at the present time they would be in the negatives when it came to points. Probably not to be brought up in quite a long time. Thank goodness she wasn't in a house yet. She could just imagine how he was going to react to seeing her sorted into a house at dinner that night. "Come on, Bill. What do you say we head to dinner?" she asked him as she turned to look at the redhead behind her. He was staring at her with wide eyes, but he moved forward quickly as though not wanting to be anywhere near the other man when he finally snapped out of his trance.

They strode away quickly, and when they were out of sight of the professor Bill turned to look at Chelsea and busted out laughing. "Oh.. my.. gods.. you have no idea how much he is going to want to kill you. I would watch my back if I were you. He's going to be looking to kill you, no doubt. I can't believe you did that. What in the world would possess you to kiss that bat?" He kept his voice down so that nobody else caught on to what they were speaking about. Chelsea was thankful about that. She knew she was going to get into enough trouble when the professor saw her in classes or in the halls as a student. She didn't need the students beginning to talk. "Is he made out of marble, like he looks?"

"Actually his lips are surprisingly soft. Strange that. But uh.. I guess I just couldn't really come up with anything to say in retaliation to his brothel comment. I mean, I could think of a few things, but they wouldn't surprise or hurt him as much as his comment did. So I just let myself loose and that's what happened. I'm sure it won't happen again, don't worry." She bit her lip as they made their way into the Great Hall to where students were already sitting down at tables in the room.

There were candles floating in the sky, enchanted to float there most likely. There were four long tables that filled up most of the room, with what she assumed were the house crests flying above them. She looked at the different ones. There was a lion, a snake, a badger and a raven. She assumed the snake one was the Slytherin house that Bill had mentioned. In front of the four long tables was another long table, though it was facing the other way so that it was facing the students. She assumed that was where the teachers and staff sat since at the moment she could see her godfather sitting at the table speaking with an older looking woman. She wasn't old, but she looked older than most of the other teachers sitting there. No doubt she would get to know them later. "Well I'll see you later alright. I'm going to go take a seat." He walked towards the table with a lion on the crest and took his seat.

Chelsea walked up to the head table and smiled at her godfather. She could tell that many of the students were looking in her direction, and she blushed softly from all the attention. Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak she heard the large oak doors and she turned around to see the professor from before walking into the room. He took a seat about three seats down from where she was standing and fixed her with a glare. Albus looked between the two and then let out a soft laugh. Standing up he waited until all of the students quieted down before speaking. "Good evening students. There are not very many announcements tonight. As always, please stay out of the forbidden forest unless you would like a detention or worse. Also, Madame Pince would very much like to know who the person that is stealing books from the library is when it is just as easy to borrow them. Last but not least, we have a transfer student. Miss Chelsea Storm. I trust that you all will act kindly to her and treat her as you would treat anyone else."

He walked in front of the table and took Chelsea's hand before leading her to the the stool that appeared in front of the table. There was a beat up looking hat sitting on it and she was brought over to it and forced to sit down on the stool. Right before Albus put the hat onto her head she turned to look back at the black haired Slytherin. She smirked at him and then winked before turning back to face everyone else as the hat was placed onto her head. It was too big for her and fell down in front of her face so she didn't notice the grin on Bill's face when he'd noticed her look back at the bat, nor did she notice the pinkish tint that was covering the bat's pale skin and the tightening of the fists when he noticed that she was going to be a student at the school.

'She is so going to pay for that' he thought darkly.


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a/n: So Chelsea managed to kiss the man that every student in school hates even before she truly became a student of the school. Well isn't she just all that and a bag of chips. But we all know Snape, and we all know that he is not going to let her get away with that easily. But how is he going to get back at her? And just how is he going to react when he finds out that the girl is Dumbledore's goddaughter? This is my first shot at a fanfic in a really really long time, so let me know what you guys think. If you don't like it, try not to flame me too much. If you do like it then give me incentive to write more. Please review.

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