The Late Arrival

Chapter 8 - Dark Magic

Pansy hadn't been around much recently, she had been glued to Dracos side ever since he asked her to be his girlfriend. I was happy for her because she had liked him for such a long time, I just don't think he's a nice person. He always had a dull expression on his face, no one has ever seen him smile.

Once second period was over I decided it was time to go and speak to Oliver. Popping my head around each corner of the halls, I quickly made my way out to the courtyard, trying to make sure my father wasn't anywhere to be seen.

When I got to the courtyard I could see Oliver flying high on his broom, clearly practising Quidditch with the Weasley twins - of course, what else would he be doing?!

Once he noticed me I gave him a little wave to gesture him to come over, he flew down to the ground at such a speed that I thought he was going to hit the floor. He gracefully came to a stop in front of me and hopped off his broom. "Snape! What brings you here?"

I'd not seen him for a few weeks now and I had forgotten how just being near him gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach. "I just wanted to apologise for the way my father reacted the other week. It was wrong, and really rude of him!"

"Sayge, don't worry about it... I've had Snape every year for classes and I know exactly what he's like" he smiled, moving a piece of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. "But I do like spending time with you, so we're going to have to-"

His sentence was cut short when two firm hands grabbed both my shoulders, almost lifting me off the ground. It was my father - I'd been caught... again.

He didn't say anything, he just dragged me from the courtyard, through the halls and straight into his potions classroom where he slammed the door shut.

"Colloportus!" He yelled, and all twelve of the locks on the door snapped shut. Even the locks on the windows closed as well. "Muffliato!" He chanted, pointing his wand at the door. I'd used this spell myself multiple times, it just means anyone outside won't be able to hear him when he starts screaming at me.

"How many times to I have to tell you Sayge?" He said, facing away from me and looking out of a window.

"Father, he's nice! It doesn't matter what house he is or his blood status! I enjoy spending time with him.. and- and I think he enjoys spending time with me..." I said softly, looking down and nervously playing with my hands.

He scoffed at this and quickly turned around to face me, storming up to me. "Oh, you think the Gryffindor boy has a crush on you do you? Well..." he sniggered, grabbing my wrist hard and pulling my arm out in front of me. "Let's see how much a Gryffindor boy likes a death eater shall we?" Smirking, he ripped my sleeve up to my elbow and pressed his wand hard into my forearm.

"Dad... Dad what're you doing?" I struggle against him, trying to pull my arm back as his wand pushes further into my wrist. All he does is mutter a spell as his wand starts to let off a green glow. "Please stop! What are you doing?!"

He continues to ignore me, despite my protests. Although my screaming and crying, and my Father trying to cast his spell against me, it seems to have covered up the sound of someone unlocking the doors.

"Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red light encases the room immediately after the incantation, my Fathers wand flies across the room and I watch in shock as he scrambles to get it. I know I need to run but I can't, my whole body frozen in time. Suddenly, I feel a hand take my wrist.