The Dark Lords Daughter

Anger

"Miss Night," I felt shaking but couldn't respond, "Romina!" More violent shaking got me to groan. "Would you wake up! It's been days!"

"Wha-"

"Sit up and listen!" I was yanked up and propped against a head board. I opened my eyes and saw Severus looking furious, "you deceiving little witch! You don't have a sister, do you?!"

"N-no." I admit, I was a little scared.

"You lied to me and let me take-" He snarled and looked away in disgust, "you are my student! You know the consequences for what we did? Or perhaps you didn't give a shit!" Luckily, Pomfrey was gone because he was screaming.

"I'm sorry, I really-" I was cut off with a slap across my cheek. I snapped my hand to caress the stinging flesh as sudden tears escaped. Before I could realize what had happened, he slammed the doors and was gone.

I finally was able to realize that Severus wasn't the one who slapped me... It was his inner demon, the one that broke free as his anger lost control. I knew all too well what it felt like, because I also had the habit of doing things after I black out from anger. Severus was cruel and dark, but I knew he would never physically harm me if he could help it.

My crying was interrupted by Mercer, who sat down by my side, "what happened?"

"Nothing, I, um... Slept on my jaw wrong..." His hand slowly moved mine down from my cheek, "did he-"

"No, he didn't. He just... Was angry and... Lost it..."

"When I find him!" Mercer stood when I pulled him back down, "you'll do nothing. It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I betrayed him in the worst possible way, I deserve more than a little slap... Can you hand me some parchment and a quill?"

"You're not seriously thinking of apologizing?" He sat dumbfounded.

"He deserves a damn apology! I don't give a shit if you're my professor, but you seriously need to just shut the fuck up!" My blood was boiling as I stumbled out of the bed and fell to the floor, "Mina!"

"Don't, I got it." I growled as I pulled myself to my feet and slowly made my way to the hall after snatching a piece of paper and a quill. The healing potions had made me weak and lightheaded, so I was only able to walk to a nearby alcove that allowed me to look out into the courtyard.

Professor Snape,

I know my apology means absolutely nothing, but you still deserve one. Actually, you deserve more than words, but I'm not sure how a seventeen year old could ever make it up to her professor... I'm an immature child, but please believe me when I say that what happened was never my intention!

I've been going to Hogshead for a while, to be a weak little girl and escape my problems. You probably don't care as to why I go there, but seeing you there that first time surprised me and to be honest, I didn't know it was you until the next morning. I should have told you, and I never meant for that first night to go that far.

I deserve more than a slap and I accept any further punishment, even being expelled.

I dropped my quill and rested my head on the wall. The sudden urge to pass out came on quickly, and it succeeded my efforts to stay awake.

Severus' P.O.V

I drank the last drop of whiskey from the bottle and leaned back in my office chair. I wasn't quite drunk, but numb and dazed. A sudden rage sprang up and I whipped the bottle acrossed the office.

It was free period, and I felt the need to poison every student that crossed my path. I was angry from Romina's betrayal. The woman drove me insane to the point where I wanted to strangle her every second, but never would I think she would deceive me the way she did. To make it worse, I hit her and I felt terribly awful.

I never felt bad for the punishments I gave, but I struck her, a woman, just like my father-

I pushed back on my desk and stormed out of the office, I needed to clear my head before next period. Maybe even apologize... What? No, I never apologize.

Before I knew it, I was walking into the infirmary, only to find Mercer Vixon walking toward the door, "Where is Miss Night?"

"Why, so you can maybe kick her this time?" He stopped and glared at me.

"Just tell me where the brat is!" I impatiently demanded.

"She stumbled out so she could write your worthless ass an apology." He sneered.

"And you let her?! She wasn't ready to leave!" I scowled and whipped around, stalking the halls until I came across a limp figure in the alcove. As I moved closer, I instantly noticed a bright raw mark on her cheek and cringed knowing it was from me.

I was about to pick her up when I noticed the parchment next to her. I picked it up and realized it was her apology. Guilt and pain struck my heart before I could tear my eyes away from her words.

I picked her up and carried her to her dorm. I laid her in her bed and found my fingers lightly brushing her cheek before I could stop them. I snapped my hand back, as it was morally wrong to continue touching her. I stood up straight, and walked back to my classroom before the next class of idiots filed in.