Chapter 3: Voldemort's Home Visits

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Title: Severus Snape and Life Before Potter
Chapter: 3 - Voldemort's Home Visits
Characters: Original Female Character, Severus Snape, Voldemort, Lily and James Potter
Author: a_silver_story
Genre Humour, romance, love
Rating: Adult material throughout.
Warnings: Rape, opression, Dark stuff
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this other than the OFC, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs to JK Rowling, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary One and a half years later, Voldemort begins visiting Severus and Evangeline at Spinner's End.






One and a Half Years Later

Severus woke early one Saturday morning to the delightful experience of being pounded around head with a stiff, rather solid bolster. A squeaky, excited little voice telling him to "wake up sleepy head!" and the constant bouncing of his mattress informed his slowly-reacting senses that the owner of said voice was jumping on the bed.

"I'm up! I'm up!" he snapped, rubbing sleep out of his bleary eyes. He glanced at the clock. Five past midnight. This was a very early Saturday morning ...

"I'm nine!" squawked Evangeline, still jumping like a cricket on cheap lemonade. Severus sat up, grabbed her arms and pulled her down next to him. "I'm nine, I'm nine, I'm nine!" she squealed in her mantra. Severus yawned.

"Yes you are. ... but can't this wait til morning?"

She punched his arm playfully. "It is morning!"

Evangeline made as if to start jumping again, so Severus lunged for her and held her firmly down. "No!" he snapped, releasing his grip a little. "It's Stupid 'o' clock. And Stupid 'o' clock doesn't count as morning in my house."

"When is morning in 'your house' then?"

He thought for a moment. "From about eleven onwards."

She groaned.

"I can't wait that long! I want to be nine now!"

"I'm too sleepy for you to be nine now." said Severus, snuggling back into his pillows and slowly closing his eyes.

"I'm not sleepy! I'm awake!" she giggled as he raised a weary eyebrow.

"Somehow, I managed to notice tha -! What the?" Evangeline had pressed her little cold feet against his belly. He shuddered and sat up, quickly grasping her ankles firmly away from his sensitive, warm stomach. "What did you do that for, little Squib?"

She grinned at him, much accustomed to being called a "Squib" by her beloved Sev. Compared to what she'd heard him call other people, she took it to be quite the compliment. "You said you'd take me to Diagon Alley for my Birthday Present! You said you'd teach me a new, more difficult potion when I was nine! You said you'd teach me to brew Dovecotis Menantra!"

Severus allowed himself a small smile. Dovecotis Menantra was an elixir which effects could be compared to bottling the goodwill and peace of Christmastime and handing it out in doses. It basically made people temporarily nicer. Evangeline was planning on dosing the senile old bat who babysat her while he was at Death Eater meetings or out with Lucy Malfoy with the stuff in the hope it would make her company more bearable. Severus doubted Evangeline would be able to make a brew strong enough to affect the evil old buzzard, and if she did miraculously manage it he'd have to borrow some to slip in to Voldemort's goblet when no one was looking.

He sighed heavily. "Snuggle down, Angie. Get some sleep and I'll take you to Diagon Alley in the morning and teach you how to brew the Menantra in the evening."

"But I can't sleep! I'm too excited!" she made a strange squeaky noise and starting bouncing on her bum and clapping her small hands. Severus wordlessly lifted up the duvet for her to crawl in beside him and cuddled her close. He rested his chin on her head and stroked her long, ebony hair and started to hum a deep, slow lullaby his mother had sung to him when he was a child. He felt her move and put her head against his chest, sensing her little ears searching out his heart beat.

By the time he'd finished the lullaby, her breathing was even and deep. She gave a contented sigh and rubbed her cheek against his chest as he kissed her hair.

It had been a year and a half since Evangeline Romero had been in the sole care of Severus Snape, and her old life of expensive dress robes and scores of house elves seemed like a dream. She had been lucky to survive the Death Eater attack on her home, in which she'd lost her grandparents, parents, cousin Martin and her Auntie Jemima. The Dark Lord had decided to save Evangeline 'til last when he realized that the son of her mother's best friend, Eileen Snape, had not yet made an appearence. He decided that, as punishment for tardiness, Severus Snape would be the one to torture and murder the little girl who had baked him cauldron shaped biscuits for Christmas and gave him the thickest eggs at Easter. Fortunately for Evangeline, she was abnormally clever. She soaked up information like a never ending sponge and rarely forgot any of it. Severus had flaunted her talents in Charmwork, Potions and Herbology before the Dark Lord, and managed to persuade him that she could be used to the advantage of the Cause later on in her life.

And so, with other Death Eaters out being busy doing Death Eaterish things, Evangeline had been entrusted to the care of Severus Snape. In the first moments of their guardian/child relationship, Severus managed to both unceremoniously Summon her from 20 meters and use a Silencing Charm on her in the space of less than five minutes, acts which had cost him an embarrassing spanking with a wooden spoon off Mummy Eileen and one month's worth of confinement to his bedroom. Two weeks in to his grounding, however, Eileen had nipped to Diagon Alley to get some essentials when she was cornered and bludgeoned to death by a group of unknown thugs. They stole her Gringotts key and her handbag and made off with her wand. By the time someone had found her, it was too late. Evangeline was left with only Severus, and Severus was left with only Evangeline. After a month or so of awkward silences, and tears and tantrums on both their parts, they managed to find some common ground somewhere in the vicinity of "Slytherins are the best" and "Gryffindors smell". Severus began to educate her as best he could, teaching her how to brew potions and allowing her to peform some simple charms and spells with his wand. He gave her her own patch of garden where she grew her own magical plants which she tended often and took great care of. Eventually, Severus hoped she would begin to take control of larger patches of the garden and they would be able to grow their own potions ingredients instead of settling for the dried plant forms often found in Diagon Alley. He wasn't even going to take her near Knockturn Alley until she was old enough - say, eleven or twelve ...

Evangeline had gone down a hit with his best friend, Lucius Malfoy, and he even let her call him by Severus' nickname for him: "Lucy". Her dry wit and sarcastic humour fitted in with the lads perfectly, and she was the ideal Devil's Advocate when the boys had a spat, which usually occurred when they were drunk and armed with wands. She would come downstairs from her bedroom wearing her little blue dressing gown and full-length nightie with her hands on her hips and glare at the both of them until they apologized and shook hands and were friends again. They both then had to tidy up whatever mess they had caused the Muggle way, without wands, until whatever room they were in was 'spick and span' as Evangeline liked to call it. Severus always smiled later when he thought about two ruthless Death Eaters cowering at the glare of an eight year old girl in bunny slippers.

A loud rapping on the front door snapped Severus out of his reverie. Luckily he hadn't woken Evangeline when he jumped. Whoever was calling at this time obviously didn't want to be seen. He silently slipped out of bed and pulled on his black satin robe and slipped his wand up his sleeve just in case. He padded across the landing, down the stairs and into the hallway. He could see a silhouette through the cloudy glass of the door, and he could see that whoever it was was there was cloaked and hooded. He slowly turned the key inthe lock and, taking a deep breath, opened the door and peered out. The figure pushed him out of the way and entered the hall without so much as asking, and shut the door of his own accord. The visitor dropped his hood and Severus instinctively threw himself on the floor at his feet. Lord Voldemort had come to visit him in his home.




Severus' mind was racing. Why would Voldemort come here? Had he done something? Had something happened? Was it about the Cause?

"Stand." commanded the Dark Lord. Hmph, thought Sev. No 'hi how are ya' then? Needless to say, he obeyed his master's command and rose to his feet. He kept his eyes low and his head slightly inclined. "I have a little task for you, Snape." said Voldemort. He turned on his heel and invited himself into the living room. He did not sit. He simply stood with his arms folded in the center of the room, waiting for Severus to follow him in.

He brandished a scroll of parchment underneath Sev's nose. "This," he said. "is a list of ingredients required for one of the most complicated poisons known to wizard-kind. You will brew it within the month." He thrust the paper in to his servant's hand, and Severus quickly scanned the list. He instantly knew exactly what poison he was required to make, but it would take longer than a month to stew it to perfection ...

"My Lord," he said quietly and carefully. "I am afraid it will take longer than a month to brew this potion. It requires a full moon cycle to stew to full potency and one or two of the ingredients are particularily difficult to come by."

"I have arranged for the more obscure ingredients to be at the usual apothacary by two 'o' clock this afternoon. They are paid for. In light of the moon cycle issue, you may have one month and a half to brew."

Severus inclined his head further. "My Lord."

He could feel those red eyes piercing the top of his skull, and wondered what he was supposed to do next. Did Lord Voldemort want tea and biscuits? Or would coffee be more suitable at one in the morning? He was about to open his mouth and offer him some Nescafé Gold Blend when the Dark Lord spoke.

"A year and half since your mother's death, is it not?"

Severus was taken by surprise. He did not realize the Dark Lord was even aware of Eileen's death, never mind keeping track of the time since her murder. "Yes my Lord, to the day." he whispered. Voldemort tutted with melodramatic sympathy. Clearly he didn't mean it.

"So it would be a year, six months and two weeks since little Evangeline Romero was left in your care?"

Severus nodded.

"Have you been teaching her? Honing her magic? Educating her in the ways of the Death Eaters, and of the Dark?" said Voldemort, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Show me! Bring the girl!" he ordered, gesturing around him and taking a seat on the double sofa.


Severus wasted no time. He ran up the stairs and literally dragged Evangeline out of bed. "Angie, wake up now! Put on your dressing gown! Get your slippers on! Now, Squib!"

She was downstairs, on her knees before the Dark Lord, in less than two minutes. Voldemort was looking her over, and she stared back at him, catching his eye as much as possible. She was a strange child. For some reason, she didn't fear him. Perhaps she knew something no one else did, and Severus hoped she'd be willing to share such information with him at a later date.

"Give her your wand." Voldemort told Severus. "Let me some of her Charmwork."

Snape obliged, and Evangeline soon had teaspoons wearing doily skirts dancing the Can Can across the coffee table. She transfigured the curtains into a matching robe and cloak, made a pair of gloves make shadow puppets on the wall and turned a match into a church candle. Next, she was using her affinity with fauna to make houseplants grow twice their size in the space of five minutes and forcing normally peaceful vegetation to become spider-eating carnivores. Voldemort was very pleased with her. He told them he would be back in a month and a half, and she was to have a selection of potions she had brewed herself ready for him to test at the next Death Eater gathering. With a 'pop', he Disapparated, leaving a very pale-looking Severus and a very tired-looking Evangeline to decide which potions would be brewed and which would impress the Dark Lord the most.

"I think it's a sign." yawned Evangeline at around six AM.

Sev frowned. "A sign? A sign for what, exactly?"

"A sign to tell you that you have to teach me to make the Menantra now!" She grinned at him as he sighed, muttering something about the fact he was going to teach her anyway and that they should head off to bed now if they wanted to have plenty of time in Diagon Alley the next day. So each returned to their own bedrooms and each fell in to deep, untroubled sleep.



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"So, what do you want me to buy you for your birthday?"

"A wand!"

"Er, no." said Severus. "I don't think so. You can't have a wand until you're eleven."

"But I've more than proved I'm capable of using one." scowled Evangeline.

"Ollivander won't sell you one. You're too young."

"Fine. Can we go to Madam Malkin's then?"

Severus raised an eyebrow. "What would you want from there?"

"Dress robes!"

"Er, no. You'd never wear them."

"But I want them! I had them all the time back at the Estate!"

"You're not at the Estate anymore." he sighed. "Please, just ... think of something sensible. A book?"

She pulled a face. "I'm nine. Not nineteen! What would I want a book for? All the books I need are at Spinner's End."

"You've been reading my books?"

"They are technically Auntie Eileen's."

Severus did not validate that with a reply. They were sat in the Leaky Cauldron enjoying a quick pumpkin juice before heading off into the battle that was Diagon Alley, and Sev had thought it would be the ample opportunity to get out of Evangeline now what she wanted for her birthday rather than spending hours searching every inch of every shop in the whole of Wizardom. He thought of the Birthday Shopping Trip that she had dragged him on last year and shivered. He had no idea there were that many shops in the world, never mind on one street, and he certainly did not intend on visiting them all again. Evangeline had eventually chosen to have her little blue 1950's style coat enchanted so that it was always her size and Severus had also shelled out to have the seamstress put a useful little charm on it that stopped the colour from fading or the edges from fraying. He swore that next year, he'd go out by himself and buy her present beforehand, but thanks to Death Eater duty and Lil' Sodding Lucy Malfoy insisting he go out so much, he'd put it off and put it off until he was in the exact same position as he was last year. Lucius, on the other hand, had had the sense to use the Owl Order service provided by his girlfriend Narcissa's favourite footwear manufacturer, and had bought her a beautiful pair of shiny black dolly shoes. Narcissa had even bought her a bow for her hair that changed colour to match whatever she was wearing.

For the shopping trip, Evangeline was wearing her blue coat and her black dollies, with her magical bow tied at the back of her head to decorate her long, black hair. And once again, Severus was left feeling poor and inadequate, since he could not afford to buy colour changing bows or beautiful shoes, and mentally preparing himself for the long, long hike up and down Diagon Alley in the search for The Perfect Ninth Birthday Present that he could a) Afford and b) Not be embarrassed about buying. Evangeline liked fluffy things, and there was no way in Heaven, Hell or Purgatory he would be caught by a fellow Death Eater buying a pink fluffy bunny wearing a white apron with "♥ I'm you're best friend! ♥" emblazoned across its chest. There was also the issue of Voldemort's poison ingredients to tackle - he had to get rid of Evangeline while he went to the 'usual' apothecary, which happened to be on Knockturn Alley, and he had absolutely no idea where he could leave a nine year old girl on her own for fifteen minutes without worrying about her wandering off. He couldn't just leave her to stand in the middle of the street. Perhaps he could lock her in his Gringotts vault?

He was just about to suggest that they pay up and begin the Birthday Present search, when a young woman with deep, red hair and black berét walked into the pub with a dark-haired, scruffy man wearing round glasses on her arm. Severus froze. James Potter was in the same room as him. He felt physically ill and violated.

The young woman was, without a doubt, Lily Evans. He hadn't seen her since he'd left school, and she hadn't been on speaking terms with him since their fifth year.



It seemed Evangeline had noticed him tense and looked around in the direction of the door. She recognized the man with the round glasses - he'd been on the cover of The Daily Prophet several times, parading himself as the ultimate Auror. He caught her eye, and she wrinkled her nose at him in disgust. He was a Gryffindor. In her mind, he automatically fell into the category clearly marked "Dunderhead" in big, glowing, Gryffindor scarlet letters. Who could wear glasses like that and still think they looked good?

She saw his eyes travel from her to Sev, who was glaring determindly back at him. She saw him smile and whisper something to a red-headed woman wearing a French hat in front of him, who turned round and stood on her tiptoes to look over. As she did, Evangeline swiveled back round to face Severus, scowling and drumming her fingers on the table. "Do you know them?" she asked.

"In a manner of speaking." said Sev. His expression had gone from "glare" to "loathing" in less than five seconds. Evangeline had not yet managed to get such a quick reaction out of him before, even when she accidentally transported his hears off his head and on to a porecelain elephant. There was clearly history here. And not a very nice history.

The Gryffindor Auror and his female companion were making their way over to them, and out of defensiveness Angie scooted her chair further around the table to be closer to Sev. Without even asking, the man dragged a chair over and sat down opposite Severus, a gloating expression on his face. The woman looked a little uncomfortable and clearly didn't appreciate her companion's lack of manners. She remained standing.

"You alright, Sev?" asked the Gryffindor. Severus sat back and folded his arms, still loathing.

"I don't think he wants you here." snapped Evangeline. The man laughed.

"Oh really? What's this, Snivellus, got a little girl fighting your battles for you now?"

Severus snorted. "Evangeline here is not fighting any of my battles. She is merely being vocal and observant."

"Ignore him Severus." Said the woman. "I tried to stop him coming over, but he wouldn't lis-"

"No you didn't." the little girl butted in. "I saw."

Severus raised his eyes slowly to the woman, and Evangeline used his moment of distraction to discreety slip his wand out of his pocket. She was liking the Auror less and less. The woman had a pretty hat though.

"Dear dear Lily." Severus said to the woman coldly. She had gone from shifting uncomfortably to glaring infernally from Evangeline, to Severus, to her companion and back to Evangeline again. "So now you condone Mr. Potter's behaviour? And I thought you couldn't possibly sink no lower!"

"Lower than what Severus? Lower than being Muggle-born?"

Evangeline audibly gasped. She had never met a Muggle-born before! She was about to start asking questions about the more interesting features of Muggle life when she remembered that Sev loathed these people, and therefore she did too.

"No, no Evans! You misunderstand me. I never thought you'd sink any lower than, well ... than me." Severus watched in satisfaction as her fists clenched. "I mean, come on! James Potter? I seem to remember you cursing him to the "deepest, darkest, torturous and most gruesome inner circle of Hell" in our fourth year."

"Things change." said Lily, her teeth gritted and her knuckles white. "And it's Potter now. Lily Potter."

"Once again, you shock me Evans-"

"Potter."

"I mean, how much money did he offer you? Or maybe he promised to get your pretty little face in the paper? Maybe he just had to do what I did..."

Mr. Potter had heard enough. "I didn't offer her money, and I didn't promise to get her name in the paper! ... and what exactly was it that you 'did'?"

Severus smirked. "I told her she was a good, clever little girl." he jeered, and winked cheekily at him.

"I also seem to remember you telling me I was a filthy Mudblood." snapped Lily.

Evangeline saw her chance. Without so much as thinking twice, she stood up straight with Sev's wand in her hand and cast a lazy Full-Body Bind Curse at James Potter as he stood to drag Severus outside. His arms snapped to his side and his legs jumped together. He teetered dangerously then fell forwards on to the table just as Sev calmly stood and moved to the side in one graceful movement. Lily squealed profanities at Evangeline, who was gripping her sides in hysterics, and as she bent to help her husband off his face, the little girl swiped her hat and ran off in to the dustbin yard at the back of the pub. She hid behind one of the bins, berét clutched tightly in her hand, and waited for Sev. He was only a couple of seconds after her. She gave him his wand back and took his hand as he tapped the bricks revealing the entranceway to Diagon Alley, and they both stepped through, smiling, and were swallowed by the crowd.




The rest of the day went by perfectly. Severus was saved having to pay out a ridiculous amount of Galleons on dress robes as Evangeline counted Lily's berét as Sev's gift to her this year, and thanks to the fun involved with aquiring it, it had become her favourite present. At two 'o' clock, Severus had had the fortunate brainwave of sitting at an outside table of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and sending Evangeline into the teeming café to fetch the ice cream. He slipped away down Knockturn Alley and efficiently secured the ingredients for Voldemort's poison inside a non-obtrusive pocket in his robes. The Apothecary's assitant, who was dealing with him, was trembling from head to foot as he handed over the brown, unmarked package and even had the nerve to ask for payment. Severus put on his most arrogant, Lucy Malfoy-ish Death Eater voice and said:

"I assure you, good sir, these goods are payed for. Am I understood?"

The little man fainted.

Severus took it as a yes.



Later that night, he and Evangeline were preparing the ingredients for the Dovecotis Menantra. They had bought all their ingredients fresh from Diagon Alley that afternoon to make the brew as effective as possible, and Evangeline was buzzing with excitement from berét to dolly shoe. He did a demonstration for her first, showing her how to chop her Tentacula Roots and how best to grind her newt scales, then let her commence her own potion by herself while his simmered. By the time both potions were finished, Sev's was deep holly green and Evangeline's was the exact same shade. The only difference was that Angie's was secreting a red smoke that curled into different, Christmassy shapes, like snowmen and reindeer.

"Mine looks more like Christmas than yours." she goaded. Severus just scowled. He silently emptied the two cauldrons into two seperate flasks and labelled them for safekeeping. They stretched and yawned and decided it was about time they headed off to bed when there was a sharp knock at the door. Sev glanced at the clock. It was late. Who would be calling at this hour?

He firmly told Evangeline to stay in the kitchen and went to anwer the door. She could hear Severus talking to someone, and that someone replied with a high, cold voice. Two nights in a row, she thought. He said he wasn't coming back for a month and a half ....

She was brought back down to earth by the sound of footsteps walking towards the kitchen. She began to untie her apron strings just as Sev and the Dark Lord entered the kitchen. Severus was white, and Voldemort had a malicious glint in his eye that seemed to only make an appearence when said eyes rested on Severus. He was planning something. She could feel it.

"You've begun brewing the potions?" he asked, with very little apparent interest.

"Yes." said Evangeline.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Much better. Now, now little girl. Off to bed. I need to discuss things with your Uncle Severus." Voldemort grinned a wicked grin.

Evangeline scowled. "He's not my uncle. He's just Sev."

"'Just Sev'!" mocked the Dark Lord. "Of course! How touching. Sev..."

Severus motioned with his head for her to go upstairs, so she hung up her apron, said her goodnights and made her way upstairs. She changed into her floor-length nightie and blue dressing gown and turned her water tumbler upside down on the floorboards so that she could hear what was being said in the kitchen below her.

No sooner had she pressed her small ear to the cold glass, than she heard Sev creaking up the stairs. "I told him I needed to help you brush your teeth." he whispered. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. "Bathroom. Now!"

She padded across the landing to the bathroom with Severus at her heel. She took her toothbrush and toothpaste and began to scrub.

"No matter what happens tonight," Sev whispered again, putting one arm around her and holding her close. "You must not come downstairs. Do you understand?"

She stopped scrubbing. He turned her roughly to face him.

"Angie! Please! Whatever happens, promise me you'll stay in your bed and in your room."

She stared at him, frozen.

"Evangeline!"

"Even if you scream?" she whispered, swallowing then quickly regretting it.

"Yes. Even if I scream."

Evangeline looked to be on the brink of tears. She nodded silently, wiped her face with her flannel and squeazed him tightly around the waist. Without another word, she slipped into her bedroom, flicked off the light and crawled under her covers, whimpering. She listened as Sev's footsteps died away on the stairs and concentrated carefully on any sounds that floated up through the floorboards.






Then the screaming started.

She could see him, in her mind's eye: her beloved Sev writhing on the kitchen floor, pain wracking his entire body, his eyes rolling back in his head as his master stood over him, enjoying the torture that he called sport. Evangeline sobbed into her pillow, wondering whether she would ever see her Severus alive, and if she did, would he be the same man? She'd heard rumours of what Cruciatus could do when overexposed for long periods of time, repeatedly and relentlessly. He might lose his mind, and all for the entertainment of one supid evil overlord.

If Severus knew how he treated his minions, why did he choose a lifetime of servitude to Lord Voldemort? What was so great about him?

Eventually the screaming stopped. She heard the scrape of furniture and a high pitched cackle that was greeted by a soft, deep moan. Evangeline was relieved. He was alive at least.





For the next hour or so, Voldemort subjected Severus to the Cruciatus Curse at his own leisure. It had been too long since he'd invaded his Death Eater's hospitality and toyed with him mercilessly. He had been starting to miss it. Severus was bearing up well, considering he'd spent most of the hour on the floor writhing and screaming. His mind was still in tact, which in the Dark Lord's eyes was a very good thing. He didn't intend on driving his most gifted Death Eater into insanity just yet. He would save that for when he was no longer useful.






At some point, Evangeline drifted off into an uneasy sleep, filled with the sounds of Severus screaming and writhing, occassionally punctuated with memories of the night the Death Eaters had come to the Romero Estate. She saw her Grandpa writhing, then her Grandma screaming, her mother slumped on the floor and cousin Martin being thrown out of a third floor window and into the same patch of Devil's Snare she had set on him barely six weeks before ....

She was roused from her disturbed slumber by the sound of Sev's bedroom door slamming shut. She shot bolt upright and silently slipped across the room and out of her door on to the landing. She listened carefully to the sounds within. She froze. Voldemort was in there with him. She'd just heard him cast a Silencing Charm on the room. Angie, gripped with terror, slid silently into her room and flung herself back into bed. She did not know why Voldemort would want to be in Sev's bedroom, and she didn't want to find out. She curled up in to a tight ball, listening to the silence around her, and drifted back into her nightmares.


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Comments

[pervert-bitch.livejournal.com]

Annoying Evangeline, as kids usually are... she's also made of awesome sometimes and is growing on me... then again, anyone who cares about Severus and humiliates Potter earns points with me :P

[a-silver-story.livejournal.com]

she's meant to be annoying at first, but as she grows up ... well ... yeah she grows up LOL.

glad you like :) this chapter couldn't be as humorous as the previous ones for obvious reasons, but i tried to keep it light hearted where i could ... do you think i got the balance right??

[pervert-bitch.livejournal.com]

You certainly did and I eagerly await for more :D

[slithera.livejournal.com]

Gee, this is lovely. I demand more.

[morganne-hun.livejournal.com]

aww, Poor Sevvy!!!!
I'm liking little Evangeline more and more.... :D

[thislittleslice.livejournal.com]

I'm curious about what will happen next. It's funny, but I've noticed that the meanest, most outwardly forbidding people sometimes can have surprising "soft spots" when it comes to little kids. I'm pleasantly surprised to see Snape represented this way. Well done!

[blpaintchart.livejournal.com]

Yay! For taunting the Potters, and nicking the beret, and Yay! for Angie giving Sev & Lucy hell when they're pissed *snigger* and...
Oh, it's getting darker now. Very interesting....