The Silver Doe

Chapter 1

(All rights belong to J.K Rowling. You may have noticed that my story doesn't EXACTLY follow down the route of The Prisoner of Azkaban. It's different, which I think makes it my own story. So there may be parts of confusion but please still try to enjoy it! Oh and also I've noticed a few of you have messaged me saying that I've spelled Astoria's name incorrecty. Yeah I'm sorry about that! I wrote this story a few years ago and I just hope you can please excuse this)

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Chapter 1

~ Snape's House ~

Lillian was focused on one thing and one thing only; the television. The signal had gone again. In all the time Lillian had - lets say 'popped in' - his house, the telly had never worked. Lillian groaned and scrutinised the white, fuzzy screen before gliding towards the frozen window.

The entire place was adorned with newspaper clippings; the long, green curtains were soaked within flying pieces of parchment and black quills. Lillian outmanoeuvred the obscure materials and stared outside the window. She tilted her head up and noticed that the TV dish was completely frozen over by the snow; icicles were dangling down lifeless just waiting to strike.

How he managed without telly, she'd never know.

"Unbelievable!" Lillian groaned before sinking down on the fat armchair which was supported against a lean bookshelf. The girl stared out the window idly, analysing the snow. Her fingers traced pictures of dead stick-men against the glass; her breath exhaled out and smudged them numerously. She wondered if her tongue would get stuck to the glass if she dared to lick it. She was getting ready to follow out her curiosity when suddenly something dark caught her eye. A shadow materialised amid the alleyway between the houses in front.

Lillian's heart rate increased. She took in sharp intake of breath and held it.

The cloaked figure strode leisurely towards its house. It made its way around the bend of the garden and momentarily vanished. Ooh goodness, it was him alright. He would go absolutely crazy if he found her inside of his house... again!

Quickly Lillian rushed over to the television, bent over and turned the socket off. She was about to tiptoe back over to the window and climb out again, when suddenly she heard the words "Alohomora" penetrate the walls. The door suddenly unlocked itself.

Lillian's eyes widened.

Not a second later the figure abruptly scurried into his living room, searching for it. He knew she was here, cowering deep in the shadows of his bookshelves.

Getting angry, the man yanked back his hood - letting the snow drip to the floor - and revealed his long, black hair which now curtained his pale face.

"What have I told you about entering this house without my consent, girl!" His voice was cold when he croaked his words out.

Detestation was the only word Lillian could describe his attitude as being towards her. The man turned around and behind the door, next to his bookshelf, there shook that girl again. Her expression was unreadable on her pale face. Her bright avocado eyes flashed trepidation.

"I thought I'd pop in and say... uh... hi Sev!" She gave him a nervous laugh.

"For the last time... my name is Severus! And by pop in you mean climbing through the windows when evidently I am not in?" Severus' voice was like a harsh whip, as always; crackling down from his lips and across Lillian's chest. As she looked up at him hopelessly, she saw him pull his lips backwards and bare his teeth; just like someone would do if they were disgusted.

"Well hi to you as well Lilly! Is it really that hard, seesh!" The girl sighed, hastily brushing by the man where she then walked over to the window again in long, nervous strides.

Pointing outside, she exclaimed, "You should seriously get someone to fix your dish... It's so annoying!"

"I do not need television you pestering little girl! And I never asked you to voice your opinion on what I should or shouldn't do in the first place!" The man bellowed back, still staring fixedly at her from the door way. "Look," Severus Snape sighed frustratingly. "As much as I look forward to having conversations with my personal twelve year old stalker, I'm busy therefore you will leave!"

"I'm not your stalker!" retorted Lillian, sounding all defensive whilst trying to suppress a cheeky grin from appearing on her face. He thought she was his stalker? Interesting... "I just know things! And next time you go out, lock all your windows as well as your doors. OK, that way no lunatics will get in."

Her hands were on her hips by now. Snape glared at her.

"Uh, huh... I'm sure if I wanted your opinion on keeping this house safe then I would have asked you so! Now," Snape had to grit his teeth together in order to hold back his anger. This probing little girl was too much for him! "Get. Out!"

Lillian, feeling as if Snape was her father and he hit her again, flinched. She got a fright from him. That was the first...

With a despairing sigh, the girl trailed her shaky legs by him and over to the mahogany front door.

But before she completely left, she shouted, "Oh and by the way... you're out of milk!"

Outside of the house, a smirk crept on to Lillian's face. At least he thought about her, even if he thought of her being his stalker, right?