Potion For The Heart

Chapter 5

"Rosie?!" Snape yelled, aiming his wand.

"Please, I never- It was all- He didn't mean- Don't hurt me..." I stumbled over an old chair and collapsed.

Snape aimed his wand straight at my chest and I saw the tip begin to light. Closing my eyes, I knew this is where I would die. I'm finished... Nothing happened. I peeked my eye open and saw him just standing there, aiming his wand.

"Aren't you going to kill me for my brother's actions?" I said meekly, more of a squeak if you ask me.

"No." he sighed and put his wand away.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and laid back against the cobblestone flooring of the room. Professor Snape offered his hand to help me stand.

"I don't need help." I stood on my own and walked deeper into the room.

"Why weren't you at the feast?" he magicked up a chair and sat down.

"Because there wasn't a place for me. I knew I didn't belong. Should have stayed back in my home." I looked around and noticed something odd in the corner of the room.

"You could have just said something! Headmaster Dumbledore could have easily made room at the teachers table or at the Slytherin table." Snape watched as I went to the corner and picked up a little rock.

"The tables adjust themselves, knowing if someone would be missing or arriving... I would have sat at the teachers table." I examined the glassy rock.

"Do you have a room yet?" he looked around.

"No. I'm Voldemort's sister, why do I deserve a room?" I set the rock back down and walked around one of the pillars in the room.

"I prefer it if you say, You-Know-Who. He looked at the scald marks under the window. "I wonder where these came from."

I sheepishly smiled and rasied my hand. "I was working on potions that day and well, I put in too much wolfbane. Boom! My brother and I were knocked out for about three class periods. Only Albus knew of this room so when we went missing, he knew exactly where we were." I smiled at the memory.

"So You-Know-Who and you played up here as children?" Snape stood.

"Yes. He was happier at that time, always wanting to be the best. Made him quite angry when I came out on top. Sibling Rivalry, the most innocent you can get... But I must have done something wrong! I should have seen the signs. When we graduated and we fell off the grid, I was being held as his prisoner. His first victim." I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself.

"What do you mean? Do you mean to say that you never helped your brother kill all those people?" Snape looked at me with newfound interest.

"Never. I hated to see it being done. He would drag me along, pinned up in invisible chains and weaker than a nearly dead muggle." I looked out the window, pushing old mermories out of my head.

"What do you mean? I don't understand." he came over next to me.

"He put me on the brink of death, Serverus. If Harry Potter hadn't have finished him then and there, I wouldn't be here." I shivered again, getting cold.

"How, why would your own brother do this to you?" he took off his cloak and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Because I was his equal, a threat. One that refused to follow his ways. So when he got the chance, he snatched me up, chained me up and for months I didn't see the light of day, or food." I looked over my shoulder at him.

"But what did he do to you?" Serverus looked at me sypathetically.

"Have you ever seen me cast a spell since his downfall? I may have a wand, but never did I get the chance to use it." I handed him back his cloak and left the rooom, time to find a new hiding room.