Could Snape Be Any Paler?

[Scoleciphobic]

You woke up around four. It took you a while to remember everything that happened that morning. Jolting up, you looked around wildly in a panic. Only after realizing that Sirius must have carried you back to the room, did you relax. You got off the bed and walked over to the full-length mirror.

Staring at yourself, you sighed as tears filled your eyes. So, you were pregnant. Now what?

“You look ravishing, dearie,” the old mirror wheezed.

“Until I start showing,” you muttered, pushing your hand against your lower belly, but you winced at the tenderness of it.

“That’s a pity.”<br>
Rolling your eyes, you grab a change of clothes and quietly head to the bathroom for a shower. The water rushed over your body, and suddenly your stomach growled hungrily. You laughed softly as you stepped from the shower, clean and refreshed.

“Oh so now you’re hungry,” you muttered to the child with the unknown father. “It’s about time.”<br>
You quickly got dressed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen, the whole time mumbling to yourself. You didn’t even realize you had just experienced your first pregnancy hormones-induced mood swing. Others would notice those more than you.

“Hey, sleepy head.”<br>
You tensed at the voice and looked over at the raven-haired, green-eyed sixteen-year-old who was smiling at you. Sirius kept his promise, you thought. The knowledge that Harry forgave you for whatever he was mad at you for slowly sank in. Shooting your boyfriend a small smile, you went about fixing yourself…a meal of some sort.

“You might as well wait, Viv. Mrs. Weasley will be here soon and will probably fix a huge meal for all of us,” Harry said, relieved you didn’t hate him.

“Well…I’ll eat then, too,” you mumbled, purposefully avoiding his direction. “I’m really hungry.”<br>
Suddenly the loud shrieking coming from a certain painting alerted you all that people were arriving for the meeting. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of your stomach as you put down the bowl and sighed.

“I’ll go quiet her down,” you muttered.

For some reason, perhaps that you were pure-blooded and didn’t particularly like Harry’s friend Hermione, Mrs. Black was extremely nice to you. She was also something like your great-aunt somehow, not that you paid attention to the family lines, but acted more like an impalpable grandmother.

Sirius hated it.

“Mudbloods! Blood-traitors! Oh my poor house!”<br>
Wincing at her high-pitched voice, you ignored the people in the doorway and went over to the curtained painting. Now for the overly-polite attitude.


“Excuse me, Mrs. Black, ma’am,” you said softly.

She stopped abruptly. “Yes, dear?”<br>
Good, she remembers me. Now for a lie. Hmm… Thinking a minute, it came to you.

A small smirk spread its way across your lips to rival Malfoy’s. “All the mudbloods and blood-traitors here disgust me. Is there anywhere that is a secret where I can hide other than my bedroom?”<br>
There was silence, telling you she was thinking. “I don’t know if my…ungrateful son found this or not, but there’s a room off the library. To get in, you have to be pure-blood, of course, and need a cunning mind full of secrets. You should have nothing to worry about, since you are Slytherin-bred. Just go to the northern wall and you should see a crystal embedded on one of the shelves. Put your hand on it and think of your most devious or secretive moment…and it should work.”<br>
You smiled a little. You actually knew something about this house that Harry and possibly even Sirius didn’t know. Of course, the only thing you had to hide was the little pregnancy factor. It would definitely be showing by the time you got back from Hogwarts. You’d have to figure something out.

“Thank you so very much, Mrs. Black, ma’am,” you said.

“No problem, dear,” she said. “Now, run along and don’t hesitate to come to me with plans on how to get them out of my house.”<br>
Stomach growling, you headed back to the kitchen to get food. When you opened the door, however, Harry was gone and only the adults were in there. As the door shut behind you, Mrs. Weasley turned around.

“Ah! Vivian, dear, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went upstairs to the library. Go on and join them,” she said smiling.

“I was going to get something to—"

[Scoleciphobic]

“Eat? Oh, heavens, dear! Dinner will be ready soon enough. I think you can wait.” She turned back to the stove.

“But—“

“Go on! I’ll call you all when it’s ready,” Mrs. Weasley said with a stern tone.

You glanced at Sirius pleadingly, and he frowned thoughtfully before motioning for you to leave the kitchen. Groaning softly, you did as he said and walked out of the kitchen. You sighed and gently hit your head on the wall…repeatedly. Accepting the fact you were pregnant and stuck that way, you realized you needed to eat more.

“Here.”<br>
Looking up, you saw Sirius offering you a piece of bread. You raised an eyebrow at the little bit of food. He grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry, it’s the best I could do.”<br>
You smiled a little and took the bread from him. “Thanks…for everything because you don’t have to do it.”<br>
“I don’t have to. I want to.” Sirius shrugged, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “I’m going to tell Dumbledore as soon as he gets here, and in private. Or…do you want me to tell him at the meeting?”<br>
“Before, and in private,” you muttered, finishing the piece of bread.

He nodded and went back into the kitchen. Sighing, you walked up the stairs to go and find Harry. You were still very hungry, but you guessed that you could make it until dinner. A part of you was tempted to seek out one of the oldest Weasley children to ask for food, but figured that since the younger ones didn’t like you, neither would they.

Upon hearing voices coming from Harry’s room, you visibly drooped. If they had been in the library, you could have gone in to read a book. Now they would know you would be listening to them, and would probably result to whispering about you. It hurt sometimes to know that Harry’s best friends hated you with a passion, and he did nothing to stop it.

You stopped just outside the door to listen, unable to keep the scorching curiosity at bay.

“I still don’t know why Sirius is allowing her to stay here! She’s definitely up to no good!” came Hermione’s voice.

“I dunno, Hermione, wouldn’t she have done something by now?” Your eyes widened as Ron defended you. Must be something his mother told him to do, you thought bitterly. He’d never do it on his own.

“No, not necessarily. If she’s a spy for You-Know-Who then she wouldn’t have. I bet she’s even got herself a Death Eater lover she’s cheating on you with, Harry!”<br>
You couldn’t take it anymore and stepped into the door way, crossing your arms and leaning against the frame. None of them noticed, because they were facing the wrong way, and were too intent on talking about you behind your back.

Except, you heard everything.

“It’s always amazed me how smart everyone thinks Hermione is. How she’s probably the most brilliant witch at Hogwarts, and spends her summers studying duteously,” you drawled lazily.

All of them, even Harry, inhaled sharply and looked up at you with wide eyes.

“How…how long have you been there?” Harry asked weakly.

“Long enough to know the truth about how Hermione spends her summers,” you answered darkly.

“Oh? And how’s that, exactly?” said person snapped.

“She spend her time thinking up the worst stories and lies about me,” you started coldly, “only to tell them to the Harry Potter and get the satisfaction of Harry not contradicting her.”<br>
Harry hung his head, as if in shame. But you knew better.

“So…you…heard all that?” he mumbled.

Before you could answer, Hermione jumped in. “What gave you the right to eavesdrop?! It was none of your business what we were talking about!”<br>
“Actually, it sorta is,” Ron muttered. “We were talking about her.”<br>
“Whose side are you on?!” Hermione shrieked.

This time, you interrupted. “Shut up!” you shouted.

They all stared at you in shock; Harry’s jaw was even open slightly.

“Hermione? My parents killed people,” you said softly, noticing Harry’s flinch, but ignoring it anyway. “Even if I agreed with their beliefs, which I happen not to, why in the world would I serve the man who murdered them?” Especially after he ordered me raped, and now I’m pregnant.

“Because you should be a Slytherin and that’s what snakes like you do. Slytherins are not loyal, like Gryffindors, that much has been made clear many times.” She smirked, “You lied to the Sorting Hat about where you should be, Lestrange. There’s nothing you can do to prove to make anyone believe you are innocent.”<br>
What about my unborn kid by some unidentified Death Eater rapist?! It took all of your self-control not to scream that at her.

Suddenly it hit you that no one was denying what she said. Not even Harry.

Looking over at the Gryffindor, you saw that he was staring intently at the floor as if it was the most amazing thing in the world. You could literally feel your heart deflate and then clench in pain. The one person in the world that you thought would love and trust you had just betrayed you.

Taking a deep breath, you just nodded at them. “Alright…since you all feel that way…I’ll just go pack my things and leave.” You fought hard to keep tears from actually spilling, even if it made everyone blurry. “I’m sorry,” you whispered as you turned on your heel and ran out of the room.

The tears finally broke the barrier when you entered your room. A choked sob escaped your lips as you looked around the bedroom in search of something to pack belongings in. A part of you hoped Harry would come and tell you it was all a lie, but you knew he wouldn’t.

Ever.

It didn’t occur to you that maybe he was yelling at them, but if it had, you wouldn’t have believed it anyway. All those things he had told you, all the promises of being there for you forever—they were all lies. Taking a deep, shuddery breath, you just stood there, numb with shock. Harry never loved you; he just tricked you into believing he did. Everything you had gone through to be with him had been pointless. The teasing, the beatings from your father. Everything.

[Scoleciphobic]

“Dinner!”<br>
You jumped a foot at Mrs. Weasley’s voice and let out another choked sob of despair. You wouldn’t be allowed to leave. If you tried, Sirius would just come after to you. Besides, now that you were pregnant, where could you go? The only place you could be to avoid Hermione, Harry, and Ron would be at school—even there you shared a dorm and classes with them though.

“Why me?” you whispered as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “Why does the world have to hate me?”<br>
Shaking your head, and hardening your heart, you wiped away the tears and blinked back the rest. If the world was going to hate you, then you would just hate the world back! Even if that included ignoring your love for Harry.

Leaving your room, you pushed right past the three that had just ruined your miserable life, and pretty much flew down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Wow, I guess you were hungry,” Mrs. Weasley chuckled.

You forced a smile and sat by Sirius, not wanting to be forced to sit with your “friends”. Once seated, you sighed heavily and stared at the plate in front of you blindly.

“What’s wrong?” Sirius whispered.

You just shook your head. “We’re over…me and Harry…”

“What?!” his voice rose slightly.

“Hermione and them were talking about me…about how I shouldn’t be here, and how I wasn’t trustworthy. So, basically, she said no one would ever trust me and Harry didn’t deny it…” you muttered, forcing the tears not to come back.

You could feel Sirius tense beside you, but decided to ignore it. However, your plan of avoidance wasn’t going to be very long-lived.

“Harry! Come down here and sit next to Viv,” Sirius called out to your now ex-boyfriend.

Your eyes widened in horror. “Sirius!”<br>
“It’s not over until I say it’s over,” Sirius said with a small smile on his face. “Besides, you make Harry happy, whether you see it or not. Hermione’s meddling is not going to ruin that for the both of you.”<br>
Harry sat next to you and you immediately scooted your chair away from him, closer to Sirius’. Glancing up, you saw that Harry was looking at you with a pained expression on his face. You frowned slightly and crossed your arms.

“What?” you snapped colder than you meant to.

He sighed and looked away. “I’m sorry…”

You snorted. “Sorry for what? For basically calling me a lying, cheating sleeper? Or for tricking me into falling in love with a liar…”

He looked at you, his eyes full of sorrow and regret. “I deserve that…I know…but I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. I still do…I wasn’t paying attention when Hermione said the last part, I was remembering our fight…but when I paid attention again and asked why you fled so fast,” he paused and sighed again. “Well, I…pretty much yelled at them for it. Then when you flew past us in the hallway…I don’t know, my heart sort of just broke.”<br>
Your heart softened, and a part of you mentally berated yourself for it. “Yes well…my heart’s been broken enough…how do I know your not lying?”<br>
He smiled bitterly. “Because I can’t fake pain, no matter how much I have experienced it. I really am sorry, Viv. If I could rewind time, I would.”<br>
You just shook your head. “This isn’t the first time she’s done this, though. You’ve never defended me before…”

He looked away. “I know…I never paid attention to it though…until today.”<br>
“Why today though?”<br>
He looked back at you. “Because something’s wrong…something happened and you’re keeping it from me…I can see it in your eyes…they’re guarded…”

Before you could reply, and even think up a lie, Mrs. Weasley had all the food in front of you and said to dig in. You did just that.

After piling you plate high, you noticed that Harry was staring at you in surprise, and both Hermione and Ron were glaring at you.

“What?! Am I not allowed to eat? Geez…” you muttered.

Sirius laughed next to you. “You can eat, Viv.”<br>
Harry smiled a little, too. “I’m glad you’re not one of those girls who starve themselves to stay skinny.”<br>
Smiles are contagious they say; a small smile appeared on your face, too. “Nope. I eat a lot and just naturally stay skinny.” For a few more months…

He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek, getting groans of disgust from both Hermione and Ron. To your surprise, he sent them a glare telling them to both shut up.

Maybe he wasn’t your ex-boyfriend after all.

~

After dinner, there was the normal fight. Everyone not of age but Harry was ushered out of the room by Mrs. Weasley. She had tried but since Sirius was back and he had last say, he’d stayed. To your relief, Sirius said that they’d do a fake ending so that he would leave, and then he would get you from your position outside the kitchen.

[Scoleciphobic]

So, now you were sitting just outside the other door. One that no one but Sirius, and now you, knew about. It had been a while, and so you were getting impatiently tired. Yawning, you started to think about how exactly you were going to tell them.

That’s when you started getting nervous.

What if Dumbledore kicked you out of Hogwarts? What if no one believed you?

Stop being an idiot. Sirius believes you…

You sighed and relaxed, only to jump when you heard chairs scraping against the floor. There was silence after door shut, until:

“This meeting’s not over with. Sirius?”<br>
Chairs scraped again, and suddenly the door opened to reveal a tired looking Sirius.

“Come on,” he said, smiling slightly.

You got up and walked in. Everyone was staring at you in surprise, except of course, Snape who was glaring at you. You glanced at Dumbledore to see a sparkle of interest in his eyes. Apparently, Sirius hadn’t told him exactly what had happened. Only that it was important to discuss.

“What is she doing in here? Everyone else is up in bed,” Mrs. Weasley said, sternly. “She’s not a goddaughter of yours, Sirius, therefore you have no last say on this.”<br>
“Molly, this part of the meeting is about her,” Dumbledore said.

Mrs. Weasley looked flustered, but sank back into her chair in defeat.

Sirius guided you to sit in a chair, only to sit next to you. You were panicking, and it was becoming very obvious to everyone in the room.

“Miss Lestrange, do calm down,” Dumbledore said gently.

You took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. However, you didn’t feel any less nervous.

“Shall we get this started?” Remus asked softly, his eyes on you.

You opened you mouth, winced, shut it and shook your head. Turning your head away, you stared at the floor.

“Do you want me to tell them?” Sirius asked suddenly.

You nodded emphatically. He chuckled lightly, only to stop and become sullen.

“About a month ago, Viv went out for a walk alone at night. She told me that a Death Eater came up behind her, and took her to You-Know-Who. There…he had all his minions rape her,” Sirius said somberly.

Everyone started talking at once. Some of them disagreed, others were in shock.

“That’s impossible!”<br>
You raised your eyes to find that Mrs. Weasley was the one who had spoken. You knew she never liked you, but had ignored it until now. Glancing sideways, you noticed that your Potions professor was looking uneasy.

“How is it impossible, Molly?” Dumbledore asked.

“They wouldn’t have left her alive! Besides, why would You-Know-Who have the daughter of two of his servants raped?” the red-haired woman snapped.

You flinched and kept your gaze on the dark man to your left. He must have felt you staring at him, because he looked at you with an unreadable expression. You sighed, and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

“It’s not impossible…and it’s true…” you said.

Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly. “Dear, we know you lost your father this year, but making up lies is not going to get you sympathy.”<br>
You tensed, anger building in you. Sirius must have sensed it, because he cleared his throat.

“She has proof, Molly,” he said.

“Oh? And what may I ask, is that?”<br>
You decided to answer for yourself. “I’m pregnant.”<br>
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room dropped about twenty degrees. You looked over at Snape, and saw that he was unhealthily paler than he ever had been before.

“Miss Lestrange, if you are indeed searching for attention, this is not something to do in order to get it,” Dumbledore said softly.

Your heart dropped. He didn’t believe you! Now what would you do? You were pregnant, and the person that could help you, didn’t believe you. He thought you were an attention-seeking, spoiled brat. You sighed, and felt tears filling your eyes.

“I’m not lying…” you mumbled so softly that it was a miracle anyone heard you.

“She isn’t, Albus. I performed the Pregnancy Charm on her myself,” Sirius said. “She really is pregnant.”<br>
Mrs. Weasley made a noise resembling that of a snort. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean she was raped, Sirius! It could be Harry’s for all we know. Teenagers these days don’t even bother controlling themselves.”<br>
You started trembling with fury, and only the fact that you were surrounded by over-aged wizards and witches kept you from lashing out at the woman who was arguing against you.

[Scoleciphobic]

“If you don’t believe me, ask him,” you said coldly, pointing a finger at Snape. “Ask him if he’s had to rape unknown girls recently.”<br>
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flinch. Apparently, you weren’t the only one.

“Severus, is this true?” Dumbledore asked, looking at him carefully over his half-moon spectacles.

Put on the spotlight, you began to feel sorry for him. Until you remembered that he might be the father of your child. You sat down heavily, slumping with exhaustion.

No one noticed. All their attention was on Severus. Your fate was in his hands.

And he knew it.

You stared at him, pleading with him to tell the truth. He sighed and broke eye-contact with you.

“About a month ago, I was summoned to a meeting. While we were there, Lucius appeared, late, but with a girl in his grasp. We weren’t allowed to see her face, or hear her voice. Apparently the Dark Lord wanted that to remain a secret from us. However, Bellatrix Lestrange—“ Sirius made a noise of hatred. “—was able to identify her and lashed out at the girl. All we were able to hear is that she was somehow related to Bellatrix, and that she would be important to the Dark Lord…” he trailed off, not wanting to go on.

“Go on, Severus,” Dumbledore said gently.

Snape looked over at you. “After that, he ordered every one of us to rape her. The newest member was to go first, although I don’t really know who it was because he kept his hood up. If that girl was indeed Miss Lestrange, than it is quite possible she is pregnant by one of us…including myself…”

His face remained unreadable, but you could see emotions flickering behind his gaze. Sympathy? Guilt? Sorrow? You blinked in surprise, because you were not used to seeing this.

Everyone was silent after his speech, some were staring at you, others at him, and still others at Dumbledore. No one seemed to want to be the first to talk, so that uncomfortable silence lasted for a few minutes.

“What now?” Mrs. Weasley snapped, obviously tired of the silence.

Dumbledore frowned. “Sirius, you did the Pregnancy Charm? Are you absolutely positive that you read it right?”<br>
He nodded. “If you don’t believe me, perform it again on her yourself.”<br>
Your headmaster turned his unnerving gaze on you, as if searching for something. Finally, sadness came into his usually happy gaze and he turned away.

“No, I can tell without it. The emotions in her eyes do not lie…also, the fact she ate so much tonight gives us all a big hint.”<br>
Everyone chuckled, and you even managed to smile a little.

“As to what we do…well…I suppose we’ll have to wait until she is farther along to find out who the father is. Until then, we will have to help her through this.”<br>
“What about the kids?” Mr. Weasley asked.

Dumbledore frowned thoughtfully. “Sirius, go and get them in here. It would be better to tell them now, and for them to find out and doubt her.”<br>
He’s noticed the hatred, you thought. That’s when it hit you, though. Harry! A small strangled noise escaped you, but no one took any notice.

Your life was officially over. Now all you had to do was wait until it became known publicly.

One by one, the others that hadn’t been present trudged into the room looking sleepy. Upon seeing you were already there, Hermione and Ron glared at you. Hermione’s was stronger, though.

When Harry walked in and saw you, he frowned in confusion and walked over to sit by you, but was stopped by his two best friends and forced to sit by them. He shot you an apologetic look, but all you did was continue to stare at him sadly.

The total addition consisted of six people. Two of which could have stayed, but wanted to sleep. The new people in the room were: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. The twins were busy with their shop and couldn’t have come.

“I’m sorry to wake you all up, but something has come to my knowledge that you all need to know,” Dumbledore started. You sunk down in your chair in dread. “It seems that only a month ago, Miss Lestrange was kidnapped by a Death Eater, forced to meet Voldemort, and raped.”<br>
If it had been different circumstances, you would have snickered at his blunt approach. However, it wasn’t the time or the place to be laughing or happy.

The six of them stared at you in surprise. Harry the most of all, and it was slowly dawning on him that it must have been the night of the fight. He cringed and looked away. Hermione continued to glare at you, whereas Ron was looking almost sympathetic.

[Scoleciphobic]

“It also appears that one of those Death Eaters has gotten Miss Lestrange pregnant.”<br>
You flinched as Harry’s head snapped back up, and his eyes turned to you again. There was confusion, doubt, sadness, and anger hidden in the depths of his emerald orbs. Your own blue-green eyes filled with tears that were threatening to spill.

“She needs your support now,” Dumbledore continued. “Not your enmity.”<br>
That was clearly directed at Hermione. She knew it, and winced.

“You all should go up to bed, including you, Miss Lestrange.”<br>
You got up gratefully, but slowly, and made sure you were the last one out of the room. However, before you could reach the stairs, a voice interrupted you.

“Miss Lestrange.”

You turned around at the sound of your Potions professor’s voice and crossed your arms. “Yes, professor?” you asked softly.

His gaze softened enough to show you he felt guilty for what had happened. However, your past six years at Hogwarts made you doubt that anything good was going to come from him.

“I am sorry, about what I have done to you,” he said quietly, so much so you almost didn’t hear him. “If the child does in time turn out to be mine…I will support you in caring for it.”<br>
You stared at him in shock. “Professor…I’m not sure I understand…”

Something moved the corners of his mouth upwards and what must have been at one time a smile. Now, however, it was so small and filled with a sad bitterness you couldn’t tell what it was.

“I will not force you to care for a child you clearly do not want. True, I wouldn’t go as far as to propose, but I will send you money to take care of his, or her, needs.”<br>
This surprised you even more. He had just made a good-natured—as much so in this case as possible—joke with you. You force a small, sad smile.

“Thank you, professor. Before you say it, I know. ‘Don’t tell anyone.’ I got it.”<br>
He raised an eyebrow, appearing amused. “How did you know I was going to say that?”<br>
You grinned a little. “If anyone found out that the Potions professor had a heart, then your reputation that you so carefully built around yourself to hide your heart and to protect you would be ruined. You would be left out in the open to be made fun of, as in the past.”<br>
His eyes widened in shock. “How is it possible that you can know me that well?”<br>
“I learned about your past, from when my father would talk about it. The walls around your heart and so on, I figured out during the past five years of going to Hogwarts. Don’t worry, though, I haven’t let anyone on to your secret.” You winked at him and started up the stairs to go to bed.

“Miss Lestrange!” You turned to look at him. “Thank you.”<br>
You nodded and continued on your way. So your theory had been proved to be correct; the cold-hearted bastard-of-a-teacher wasn’t the way he appeared. Now however, you had to keep yourself from laughing every time some first year would be afraid of him.

You didn’t respect him any less, either.

Walking into your room, you started towards your bed, extremely tired.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”<br>
You jumped at the noise, and turned to find a fellow Gryffindor staring at you with sad emerald eyes. You winced and sat on the bed.

“Because I was afraid you would hate me,” you said softly.

He walked over to you and sat on the bed, pulling you in his arms.

“I could never hate you, Viv. You know that,” he said just as softly.

You leaned against him and sighed in content. You were tired of lying, and tired of hiding from him. Now you no longer had to.

“Besides, it’s my fault,” he added suddenly.

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him in confusion. “How is it your fault?”<br>
Harry returned your gaze with a guilty sadness. “Voldemort did it to get back at me, for one thing. Another is…you wouldn’t have been out alone if I hadn’t fought with you…”

You sighed and pushed him back on the bed, lying down next to him. You put your head on his chest, and draped a hand over his stomach.

[Scoleciphobic]

“I don’t care, just…don’t leave me alone during this…I can’t do it alone, Harry. I can’t,” you muttered.

He moved and repositioned the two of you so that your heads were on the pillow, and wrapped his arms around you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. We can do this, Viv. Together, we can get through anything.” He paused, and then chuckled. “Did you see Snape’s face? Could he have been any paler?”<br>
You smiled, soon lulled to sleep by his steady breathing. For the first time in months, you slept dreamlessly that night.

*

Once more staring out his window, a mysterious figure looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. A small smile appeared on his hidden face.

“So you’re Vivian Lestrange, are you?” he whispered softly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”<br>
Ripping the paper to shreds, he threw it out the window and watched the summer wind whip it away from him. His eyes flashed a colour equal only to the darkening night sky. He sighed.

“I cannot wait until we meet again, my little fawne,” he said softly, before stepping into the deeper shadows.

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