Calliope Foxx, the newly appointed Hogwarts Librarian, navigates her way through Hogwarts where Severus Snape happens to find himself interested in her.
Calliope Foxx is My OC
(This story is in progress of being finished new chapters will be posted...
Months had passed by, almost reaching the conclusion of another term at Hogwarts, when Dumbledore presented me with one final task—an assignment that involved the Ministry. Minerva had often regaled me with cautionary tales about dealings with the Ministry, so I remained vigilant and prepared for whatever might come.
In addition to her warnings, Minerva had been curious about the history between Severus and me. However, the truth was that those memories had faded into the back of my mind. It had been so long ago, adhering to my belief that what is out of sight is indeed out of mind.
The day of the Ministry task dawned busy. After a hurried apparition, I straightened my clothes and joined the throngs of witches and wizards already queued up. The air held murmured conversations and the occasional burst of laughter.
Finding myself in line, I sought in the pages of a book—a familiar companion that offered respite from the chaos around me. As I read, the crowded Ministry became oddly quiet which I didn't take to notice my book taking all my interest
My head snapped up as a piercing scream shattered the air in the hall. I whirled around to witness a man writhing in agony on the ground, bleeding out on the floor. Before I could comprehend the scene unfolding, alarms blared into life, triggering a stampede of people. The frantic rush signaled my eyes to dart around, trying to make sense of the mayhem.
my book was knocked from my grasp, scattering pages everywhere. As I scrambled to retrieve it, a cloaked figure loomed over me, unfamiliar. Gasping, I attempted to flee, but a spell struck my legs, sending me crashing to the ground.
The cloaked man chuckled darkly, kicking my wand out of reach. His voice slithered into my ear, "Wrong place, wrong time, love." he whispered ominously, rifling through my belongings.
Finding nothing of value, he tossed my bag aside.
Summoning every ounce of courage, I raised my hand to push him away, but before I could act, he pinned me down effortlessly. Panic surged as I struggled against his strong grip, his breath hot against my face. "You're going to regret that," he hissed, his eyes glinting with malice.
Defiance surged within me. "Get off of me, you git!" I spat in his face.
Infuriated, he raised his wand, intent on delivering retribution. I braced myself for the worst, heart pounding in my chest, darkness closing in—
Suddenly, a grunt cut through the tension. I dared to open my eyes, disbelief washing over me at the sight that greeted me.
They're stood Severus Snape, of all people, holding the assailant by his throat.
I seized the chance to escape, sprinting away with every ounce of strength in my legs.
Once outside, my knees buckled, and my hands clutched my pounding heart as silence enveloped me, allowing my thoughts to race unchecked.
"We have to leave," a deep voice cut through the quiet behind me.
I shook my head vehemently, murmuring under my breath.
The sight of you refusing caused him caused a pang of irritation. Severus stepped closer, his presence commanding your reluctant attention.
"Did you just shake your head at me? I don't recall giving you the option to disagree," he snarled, his words cutting through the air like a cold blade.
"You will come with me, whether you like it or not." Snape's hand firmly grasped your shoulder, his grip unyieldingly firm.
"Now," he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," I shot back, standing my ground and started to walk away.
With hesitant movement, Snape grabbed your wrist, his grip firm and unwavering.
"You leave me no choice," he said, his voice laced with annoyance. Before you could react, the world dissolved in a dizzying blur. In a disorienting instant, you felt the sensation of falling before solid ground reappeared beneath your feet.
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I blinked, finding myself in an unfamiliar place, disoriented and uneasy. My gaze landed on him, and before he could finish his concerned question, I forcefully pushed his hand away.
"Get away from me," I snapped, instinctively retreating.
Severus's eyes widened as he spotted the cut on your wrist. His expression softened into somewhat concern.
"You didn't tell me you were hurt." The words escaped his lips,
my expression twisted into one of disgust.
I scoffed bitterly, clutching my bloody wrist tightly. "Don't pretend to care."
She could almost see the anger flash across his face in that moment.
He didn't care
His voice dripped with disdain as he sneered at you.
"I didn't come here to save you," Snape declared coldly, "I came because Dumbledore ordered me to. I never wished to be here even if it's my unfortunate duty."
"It seems you're always at the scene of the crime," he bit out through gritted teeth.
Her face contorted with anger. "That's a pathetic excuse," she retorted, storming towards the nearest door.
Snape's eyes darkened in anger, frustration in his tone.
"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, quickly stepping up to block your path towards the door.
She turned back slowly, meeting his gaze.
He stepped closer
"Dumbledore will not allow you to leave in this condition," he stated firmly, his eyes locked onto yours, his tone brooking no argument.
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"Well, what did you expect from someone who's just as daft as an elf?" she shot back Heatedly, slamming his door shut behind her
He told himself he didn't care, over and over.
"But what about those plates?" a nagging voice in the back of his mind challenged him. "And that night at the bar?"
He hadn't anticipated those words slipping from his mouth for her ears to hear. Dumbledore, that cunning bastard, must have known.
