Severus Snape Oneshots

It Wasn't Rain

Warnings: Mentions of torture and injury

_Half_bloodprince_

Here's a Snape/daughter story! (very angsty, I apologize in advance)

<3

You keep your head lowered as your nails dig into the mahogany wood armrest, your grip tightening. Your heart speeds up and your hands slightly slip against the chair as your palms grow sweaty.

A sight that you had suspected but did not want to think about, stood before you. Your adopted father sits across from you and down three seats to your left.

Severus Snape is a death eater. And that old son of a bitch named Dumbledore had been dangling the clues right in your face the entire time.

The Malfoy table is generous in size, but it was enough for you to catch a glimpse of his dark ebony hair.. and when his stoic brown eyes met yours. Had you not known him for so long, you would have thought that his expression remained the same after he saw you.

It in fact, did not.

Whenever he thinks intensely, is angered, or is about to yell at a student, his right eye twitches and the outline of a vein on his pale right temple becomes more prominent.

He is pissed.

You exhale through your nose and your gaze drops to the table.

"Do not make me choose. I do not wish to do this. But I will until somebody steps forward with the truth and necessary information..." The dark lord says in his slow, yet raspy tone- much like a snake's.

He slowly circles the large Malfoy table with Nagini at his side. He takes his wand and drags it along the backs of people's chairs, watching with subtle mirth as they all flinch at the wood-on-wood sound. Lucius Malfoy's eye twitches and he squeezes the table as the Dark Lord lingers at his chair to mock his reaction...then he continues drifting on to the next seat.

"Anybody?.. Hm?..." He drawls out quietly, daring for somebody to step forwards.

He is now two chairs away from you, keeping his threateningly slow pace.

You then stiffen when you feel him stop behind your chair. His hot breath begins to lightly fan against your head when he leans in to the right side of your face, stopping at a mere few inches away.

"Stand up." He orders.

You watch as your father's stoic expression drops to horror, before he recollects himself again. His pale hands squeeze each other tighter as he keeps them clasped in front of him atop the table.

"Yes M'lord." You hoarsely whisper in reply, pushing your chair back as the evil man steps aside.

He gestures his hand out to the side, slightly waving you away from the table. The room is so silent you could hear a pin drop.

You step around your chair, the only sound in the room being your heels clicking against the wooden tiles and Nagini's soft hissing.

You stand off to the side in front of the man, exchanging eye contact with him and then the floor, rotating it every few seconds.

"You are our newest member.. Y/n Y/L/N... a pureblood sixth year Slytherin, correct?.." the man asks, now beginning to circle you. It was as if he were stalking his prey. It nearly makes you shudder.

"Yes M'lord." You whisper.

"And would you give anything for our cause?"

"Yes M'lord."

"And you wouldn't dare withhold any information, would you?"

"No, no I wouldn't.. M'lord."

"Good, good.. I believe you.." He trails off, then suddenly stops circling you.

Most people would find comfort in those words, but the way he said it was extremely off putting. It only made your mouth go dry and your heart beat faster.

Everyone silently watches on. Cissy Malfoy tightly grasps her necklace, praying that he leaves you be. She knew you were only a kid, despite it being a personal choice to join (though what she doesn't know is that you are a spy). She couldn't imagine this happening to her son.

Draco outwardly cringes at the Dark Lord's choice, only making his aunt Bellatrix snicker at the boy's expression.

"...However, I do need to use you as an example of the consequences... that could happen.. should any of you be unsuccessful to carry out a mission.. or lie to me..." He says, his voice lowering.

He then stands in front of you, bringing his hand up from his side. He points his wand at you and states the words that no one should ever have to hear in their entire lives- something that people consider to be worse than death...

"Crucio."

White searing-hot pain flashes through your entire body, as if needles were being pierced into your skin all over. You immediately drop to the ground, all function in your body being taken away from you. You seize in your spot on the floor, your face silently contorting into a silent scream as your muscles desperately strain.

You try to refrain from shouting, but it doesn't work.

A deep gutteral scream makes its way out of your throat as the feeling of fire continues to spread out of your body.

Draco's cries are muffled in the background and the boy's mother looks away as she begins to feel sick.

"Crucio" the man repeats.

The tears going down your face feel like red hot fire as the stabbing feeling only intensifies. The screams coming from you don't even sound human.

It seems as though this moment lasted for hours (at least for Severus it did), when in reality it couldn't have been more than a few minutes.

The spell seems to be fading, the stabbing feeling lessening, yet throbbing spreading throughout your entire body as the fiery sting continues.

You feel as your body goes lax under you, yet you don't completely pass out. You vision is dark and slightly blurred. Tears quietly hit the hardwood floor underneath you at a steady pace.

"I'd consider your next actions carefully if I were you. This meeting is over." A muffled raspy voice says.

The faintest sound of heels rapidly clicking against the ground sounds out as you drift in and out fo consciousness.

"Y/n. Y/n!" A feminine voice desperately calls.

A tuft of platinum blonde and black hair is seen through your squinted eyelids.

"I'll take care of her." A deep voice drawls out.

"Are yo-"

"Cissy."

"Take good care of her.."

"I will."

You cry out as two arms are placed underneath you. Your head flies backwards as someone lifts you off of the ground. You screech in pain as the person readjusts you in their arms and begins to walk.

"Shh, it's okay. We're almost out. Hold on." A deep voice says.

The air suddenly feels colder- providing some comfort to your aching joints and limbs. The wind blows against your skin, making your tears feel extra chilly against your face.

The familiar smell of ink, lavender, and old books fill your nostrils as you sob in the person's chest- recognizing it to be your  father.

"Papa." You whimper out in your weak voice.

"I'm here love, everything is going to be alright." He reassures- a drop of something wet lands on your temple.

And despite your hazy feeling, it was clear that it was not raining outside.