Unforgivable (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 9

Snape's POV

I hated to do it, but I had to go and see Trelawny. There was bound to be a prophecy about Atropose. She was a bloody Descendant, for goodness' sake!

I climbed to the divination tower and knocked on the trap door. It was yanked open quickly after and I was beckoned inside. Bloody seers, I thought as I climbed inside the classroom.

"You came to see me about Miss Richter, I assume," she said slowly.

"Yes," I replied. "Upon doing my homework, I have found out something rather interesting. There would surely be a prophecy about her?" Sibyl nodded and closed her eyes. She then took a deep breath as if she were struggling to breathe! Was she having a vision?

After a moment, she sunk into a chair and sighed. Then she looked at me sadly.

"The first to confess their love for the descendant shall meet his untimely death at the hands of he who needs him most," she said in a raspy voice. "The only way to change the future is for her to remember her past." Trelawny closed her eyes and gasped. That was it. She quickly shooed me away because she had much to do, and I would only wast her time if I stayed any longer. She also told me to watch my step when I enter my office next. Weird.

But what the hell did all of that mean? Remember her past? First to confess love? The hands of who needs him most? I thought on this all night.

Posey's POV

I had to ask professor Trelawny about our assignments from the last three days, so I went up to the divination tower. I heard voices inside and then heard a loud gasp.

I cracked the trap door open and listened. Snape was in there?

"The first to confess their love for the descendant shall meet his untimely death at the hands of he who needs him most," she said in a raspy voice. "The only way to change the future is for her to remember her past." What?

Descendant? What was a descendant? And why was Snape asking about them? I heard him coming, so I jumped down the ladder and hid behind a tapestry. If he knew I was eavesdropping, I was done for.

I went into the classroom when the coast was clear. She clearly knew I was coming, because she handed me a piece of parchment with my assignments on it.

I took them back down to the hospital wing. I looked at my watch. Ten minutes to curfew? I wasn't even tired! I hurried down several flights of stairs to where I remembered Snape's quarters being. Still three minutes to spare! Did I want to do this, though? Did I want to pursue him?

I did. Everything in me wanted him. The question was, did he want me? Probably not. I had to risk it, though. What's life without risks?

I knocked on his door and it was wrenched open. "Who dares come here after-" he stopped in his tracks when he saw me. He was clearly trying to get to bed, because his shirt and shoes were missing. I didn't bother blushing. He stared as if he were expecting am explanation of why I was there.

"You went to Trelawny to figure out my part in this," I stated simply. He nodded. "And you know who I am. I figured it out. I saw you in her classroom and heard the prophecy. I figure a descendant is the offspring of one of the big four, so I may as well come clean now.

"That would be helpful, yes." He let me in and went to go put on a shirt. As he turned, I saw what looked like a tattoo on his inner forearm.

It was a dark mark. Should I run? No! You love him, remember? Besides, Dumbledore certainly knows. He's probably working as a double agent for Dumbledore. Gotta keep tabs on the Dork Lord somehow, right? I thought to myself. Unfortunately, Snape was listening.

He turned and came over to me. "You're... Not going to run to Dumbledore about my Dark Mark?"

"Of course not, Sev! C'mon! Why would I tell him what he probably already knows?" He nodded and sat down in front of me, waiting for my explanation.

"Fiiiine. I get right down to it. My mother's maiden name is Joyce Ravenclaw. I have cousins who are boys and I have uncles, so don't worry, the Ravenclaw name is still being carried on. My mother's entire being was probably laced with Amortentia, because every positively adored her. My father even did at one time. Her prophecy was kinda like mine. The man to love her most will be the death of her. I thought it would be grandpa, to be honest. Or the janitor at the place she worked. He was kinda creepy though. Anyway, my prophecy, I hate to break it to you, is something that has mostly been carried out, I guess. I spent most of last summer in France, and I met a guy who wasn't exactly stable. He was really depressed, probably because he was French." Snape chuckled at this. "He's still alive, I guess, which is a good sign, but the poor guy might off himself any day now. He writes me letters that sound like suicide notes." A tear rolled down my cheek. Snape reached over to wipe it away.

"Don't cry. Please don't." I sniffed and he moved to sit next to me.

"Hey, Snape? How bad would it be if I kissed you right now?"

"I would kick you out," he replied sarcastically. I laughed.

"Really? You expect me to believe that?"

"Yes." I rolled my eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He kissed me back, making it more than a quick peck.

So he did want me! Yes! I pulled away and bid him a good night before heading back to the hospital wing, being careful not to get caught by Filch or his cat. Mrs. Norris would one day find me, and leave with a singed tail and no whiskers. I swear, that cat was out to get me. Was it because I was an animagus? Oh, well. Racist cats aside, I made it to the hospital wing, took my potion, and fell into a deep sleep.