The Story Of Sorah - Of Slytherin Descent Series

Chapter Eighteen

Severus Snape's P.O.V

He watched it all... Sorah, how much he hated to admit it, was turning out to be like the Dark Lord too much. The flames were starting to get to him, so he looked at Dumbledore.

"Albus, If you could..." And with a swish of his wand, he made the flames disappear. Snape sighed an looked at Sorah laying on the floor unconscious.

"What made her so angry, Severus?" Dumbledore asked calmly, walking over to the younger wizard. Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, and collapsed in a chair.

"She found out-- she knows." That's all Snape could really say. The two wizards looked around at the damaged room in complete silence, then, Snape got up and lifted Sorah in his arms. "I am taking her to her room." Snape said as he started to walk down the hallway.

He pushed the ajar door opened with his foot, ad proceeded in the room, setting the troubled teen on her bed. Sighing once more, he left the room, and shut the door quietly behind him.

Once he made it to the sitting room, Dumbledore immediately started to ask Snape questions. All Snape did was raised his hand. "I'm quite exhausted, as you can see Albus." He said as he waved his wand to make the sitting room right again.

"We have to train her." Dumbledore said sadly, taking no heed in what Snape just said. "But We must not take her innocence, Severus, otherwise she may not survive... We need to give her love, we must have her feel love--"

"What are you getting at?" Snape asked, fearing for the answer. Dumbledore gave him a sad look, and the usual twinkle in his eyes were completely gone.

"If we don't get her trained, if we don't get her to feel love, she could turn out like Voldemort..." Dumbledore admitted. The use of the dark lords name made Snape flinch.

"What kind of training?" Snape asked, completely curious and worried for the girl.

"Mostly for her temper... We need to be careful... As does she, however, next year we need to do a magic scan, to see how powerful her magic really is, then we can start on magic training, but for now, it's emotions that I am truly worried about. It seems that her magic and emotion share the same core." Snape looked at the old headmaster in surprise.

"Only... That will be difficult, Albus." Snape started. "She has so much power, just like him... Her grades were just as good as his were... I'm worried Albus..."

"Severus, the time to worry isn't here yet. All we have to do is train her, that's all. Emotion first, then the magic test and the magic training." He reassured. Snape ran a hand through his hair and looked at Dumbledore.

"Did you see her eyes?" He asked the older wizard. "There was no color... Just black-"

"Sorah," Dumbldore gasped. "She has, I regret to say, but that is the Slytherin blood. It will take over her soul if she or we feed it. Hate is its food, and love, trust, family, and friends are its weakness, Severus." Dumbledore explained, looking at Snape with a serious expression. Snape sat down and put his head in his hands.

"Life won't be easy for her, will it?" Dumbledore was surprise at how much emotion there was in the dark wizards voice.

"Have you grown to care for this girl, Severus?" All Snape did was glare, and that answered Dumbledore's question.

"Don't worry, I will keep her safe- we will keep her safe. It will be a very heavy task, but this is a life that Voldemort is playing with, you understand that, don't you Severus?" Snape nodded, and Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder. "She will not end up as Lily, Severus, I promise." Snape nodded ever so slightly.

"Albus, I will talk to you after my talk with Sorah, when she awakes." Dumbledore nodded. "And I was wondering, how did you find out that I was in trouble?"

Dumbledore frowned. "Hogwarts recognized her magic, and thought it was Voldemort's... Thank you for your time, but I must go." Snape nodded at the headmaster, and watched tha old wizard walk away.

This was a appropriate time to say that Severus Snape was worried sick.

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Sorah's P.O.V

My head ached as I tried to open my eyes. I groaned escaped my lips and I slightly opened my eyes. It was dark? Isn't it morning? What happened?

Oh. Now I remember. I went all hippogriff. I bit my lip, and hopped that I didn't hurt Severus. But he is a Death Eater, isn't he? Why am I feeling protective? 

I shook my head, and sat up in bed, my head throbbing still, and I swung my legs over the edge of my bed. I looked at the clock. Ten-thirty? I yawned and walked across the floor. I swung open my bedroom door and then walked out to the sitting room.

In there, I saw Severus reading a potions book. "Severus?" I asked softly. I almost wanted to to cry when I saw him jump. He looked at me, and then stood up.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he came over and put a hand on each of my shoulders.

"My head hurts, but that doesn't matter, did I hurt you?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes. He shook his head. "Are you sure?"

Snape shook his head again, then smiled softly. "My shirt was the one that got burnt." He said, in what I thought in a manner of a joke. I nodded, and he led me to the couch. "Sit, and I will get a potion for that head ache... Then," he hesitated for a moment. "I need to talk to you."

He left the room and I threw back my head. I was turning into Voldemort... "Whatever you are thinking right now Sorah, I don't want you to think about it anymore." Severus said sternly, making me smiled slightly. He handed me the potion, and I downed it in one go.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Severus told me about the talk with Dumbledore and I hand to keep my temper in check. I nodded to all of it, the. After he was talking, I was silently in shock. then, out of the blue, I asked a question.

"Were you really a Death Eater?" I blurted out. Snape sighed, then nodded. "Then why are you here?"

"The dark lord took something from me that I held dearly... He killed my love." He said, sorrow filling in his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." I said, looking at him with a sympathetic expression. He waved it off.

"It was not your fault, and I you don't trust me with this story, ask the headmaster. Any more questions?"

I nodded. "So, pure Slytherin blood is bad?" Severus nodded and I sighed. "Great, and I have to do this occulmency thingy before I go to bed?" Severus modded again and looked at his watch, then at me.

"I can understand if you are not tired, but-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Are you kidding? I'm exhausted!" Severus gave me a disbelieving look, and I stuck my tongue out at him, then yawned, and Severus rolled his eyes and stood up.  

Once we were both in the hallway, I tugged in his sleeve and looked at him, straight in the eye. "Can you tuck me in?"

Severus raised an eyebrow, but followed me into my room, nonetheless. After he covered me with my blankets, he started to walk away, but I stopped him.

"Can we start clearing my head tonight?" Severus looked at me, then sighed and sat down on the edge of my bed. He grabbed my hand, ad told me to close my eyes.

"Okay, now, what do you see?" He asked as I shut my eyes.

"Uhh, nothing, it's all dark-"

"Sorah." Severus warned.

"Okay, okay," I said, then I looked deeper into my thoughts. "I see me and prince at the owlery." Severus hummed.

"Yes, then that's a happy and calm memory. Keep a relaxing thought in your head, then later we an try clearing your mind..." But unfortunately, I didn't head the last of that sentence, for I had fell into dream world.