Unbroke the broken
~~Snape's POV, a week later~~
I miss her, so much. It's been a week since I spoke to her and even if I told her the truth it doesn't mean the burden of it left my mind, it's like her image it is engraved on my mind, memories, and current thoughts.
A week, it's too much time. I saw that she has moved on to that boy, Malfoy, maybe she has already forgotten me.
She has been ignoring me, pretending I don't exist.
Did she mean it when she said "I love you." A few days ago, before this... mess.
But the moment I turned on the corner of the hallways of the school I am now Headmaster off, there she was, on a bench, reading some book, back against the wall, biting her lips ass trying to put all the information she is reading into her mind, her e/c looking so... hollow. It looks like every color she had was sucked by a Dementor or some creature of that type, she was alive that's for sure but still, she looks numb.
Did I do that to her? Did I remove all of her colors? Her perfect smile? What have I done? I lost her. My biggest fear came true, I extinguished all her happiness because I was selfish.
Severus, you did it again. You put yourself first and lost her. Can you believe it?
I mentally curse at myself for doing what I am about to do but I don't have anything else to lose do I?
I sat myself beside her feet and pulled all of my strength together as I spoke up.
"Y/N, can we speak?" My eyes were focused on the floor in front of me and my hands rested on my legs, I felt tiny. She made me feel... tiny.
"Is there anything else to say, Severus?" She put the book down on her lap as she looked straight at the window and saw how much it was raining, just like the day I told her.
"You have been avoiding me and you seem..."
"I am fine Professor." She spoke before I could finish, and there it was the word I hated that she called me, "Professor."
"Y/N, is everything ok?" Malfoy, what did he want?
"Yes Draco, I was just leaving. Bye Professor." She got up and walked away so quickly that I felt a little breeze.
I was going to lose her, to Malfoy, just like I lost Lily to Potter.
I shuffle back to my chambers, alone. Where I sat at my desk and started working, doing the only thing I could do to get myself distracted from her getting through my thoughts again.
~~Your Pov~~
I walked through the hallways with Draco going back to our dorms, leaving Severus like that was truly a little painful but it was more painful to hear his voice or to just see him in general.
Out of nowhere, I felt a sharp pain in my arm. Lord Voldemort, this is very random. Something is wrong.
"Draco, go ahead without me, I need to grab something."
He just nodded and continued walking down the long hallway.
I turned around and started running towards somewhere empty and without windows so I could apparate, when I did I immediately turned myself in the black smoke I found comfort and peace.
Once at the gate of the Manor, I use my wand to cast a small spell to change my uniform into a black suit and some hells.
Once inside, I see Wormtail, that filthy rat excuse of a creature.
"Wormtail, where is the Dark Lord?" He jumped at the sound of my voice, was he not expecting me?
"Miss, what are you doing here?" He looked curious and confused by my presence.
"I was called-"
"There you are my darling." Lord Voldemort interrupted me, his voice echoed behind me so I turned around quite quickly and went for a hug. His embrace for more years that pass never change.
"Is everything ok, My lord?" I had my hands now below his arms and left his embrace.
"I am afraid I may need you for the night, I need to get something that belongs to us."
"Where is it? Do I need to worry?" Tasks like this were normal but in a school week, it was irregular.
"No need to worry, I need you to take Bellatrix, Lucius, and some more to the Ministry, there is a prophecy, in the Departement of Mysteries."
"What does the prophecy say, my Lord?"
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...."
"Merlin, are you sure about me going my Lord?" This task was big and important, I was nervous about it, the nerves in my body started to heat it up and to make me uncomfortable on my own skin.
"Yes, Y/N, I trust you, do this task and you will get a new mark." A new mark? He didn't even give me a mark for Dumbledore, this is really important.
"And if I fail?" I need to know that for insurance of myself.
"Then at least manage a kill. I still want to give you the mark, my darling."
"My Lord, excuse me, but when can I get another mark?" Stupid Wormtail, I will kill that rat someday write that down.
"Never." Well, that answer was quick, I just burst out laughing.
Wormtail felt bad so he immediately left the room. I was close by the window, the short moment of laughter made me relax a bit before the wave of stress, nervousness and anxiety crashed down again on me.
I can't fail this.
[A/N: I love to write, and once more I am truly sorry for any mistakes in grammar and spelling.
I know I may suck but I hope you like this story.
Be safe, all the love and ALWAYS TPWK ;)]