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Chapter Ten � Mistress of Slytherin

On a Sunday morning it
was natural to find most of the compartments of the Hogwarts Express empty.
Snape and Jessica took up one of the compartments near the front of the train
and sat opposite each other, both gazing aloofly out the large window.

Snape kept glancing at
Jessica, knowing very well that she had nothing to say to him for the time
being. Regardless of the warmth of the compartment, Jessica kept the hood of
her cloak up and the buttons fastened all the way up to her collar. Her
fingertips were softly tapping against the glass as she watched the passing
landscape.

Nearly an hour into the
journey, an elderly witch came by with the trolley, and with one sinister look
from the Potions Master, she carried on to the next compartment without so much
as a single inquiry. Jessica watched her leave and then sneered in her
direction as her hand clutched her stomach.

�I appreciate that,
Severus,� she said sarcastically. �Really. I�m practically starving and you
scared the food away.� Jessica shook her head intolerantly and then looked back
out the window.

�I will get you something
to eat once we are in London,� Snape told her in a low, malevolent whisper.

�Excellent,� Jessica
retorted in a whisper as equally menacing. �We�ll be there in a few hours,
which works out well because I thoroughly enjoy going on long trips with an
empty stomach.�

�You have no one to blame
for that except yourself,� Snape reminded. He caught Jessica�s eyes and glared
furiously. �Today will be the last time you and I travel this way. I guarantee
it. You will soon learn to use the Floo Network, and once you are ready, you
will be trained to Apparate.�

�Stop it, Severus,� she
said immediately. �I don�t want to talk about that rubbish right now.�

Snape looked at Jessica
knowing how close she was to tears. Of course, how could he blame her for
feeling so betrayed? She�d spent her whole life avoiding magic and the dangers
her training might lead to.

A stronger Jessica, a
stronger Voldemort.

Snape knew she was right.
Her power gave Voldemort strength and once he forced her to side with him, the
rest of the wizarding world barely stood a chance. Snape also knew just how
capable Voldemort was of ensnaring her senses, which would force her to align
with him in wickedness and evil. As strong as she was, Jessica could not defeat
him.

Unless�

Snape could train her to
become stronger than Voldemort. It was unlikely, but Snape was willing to try.
It would take years of hard work, and with Lucius Malfoy�s threat of a quick
return it seemed almost pointless, but Snape had nothing more to lose if he
lost Jessica. He knew he would either die or be forced to rejoin the Death
Eaters� provided Voldemort didn�t kill him for his treason.

�I know this isn�t what
you want,� Snape began in a sombre, compassionate tone, �but I want you to
believe that you have it in you to defeat your father, or at least resist him.
I will not pretend this will be easy, but I do want you to try. I want you to
believe in what we are trying to do for you� for our kind.�

Tears dripped down her
cheeks at these softly spoken words. Jessica immediately lifted her hands to
her face and wiped the teardrops away. She had thought plenty about the
decision she had made all those years ago to forego the seven years at
Hogwarts. Sometimes she regretted the decision she had made, and other times
she swore she had made the right choice.

Her decision had always
been based on the time of her father�s return. Had he returned before she
finished school, Jessica would not have stood a chance against him. She would
have been trained enough to please her father, but not skilled enough to combat
his dark magic. There was still so much to learn after seven years. After that
time Jessica still would have been ignorant of all the magic in the world and
that tiny bit of ignorance would have cost her dearly.

It was better to be
completely ignorant of magic and its powers, thus rendering her useless to the
needs of the Dark Lord. To be a half-trained witch was futile. Voldemort would
wear her like a puppet and nourish her with the darkest of spells and potions
until she was as powerful and malevolent as he. She stood no chance against him
unless she knew everything and a little bit more than he did.

Not even Snape knew as
much magic as Voldemort, so how could he teach her to be more powerful than the
Dark Lord? He couldn�t, and Jessica knew it.

�Your plan will never
work,� Jessica told Snape. �You can train me to fight off the Death Eaters, but
come the time where my father is strong again, he will return, he will come for
me and once he has me, he will poison my mind with darkness even you can�t
imagine.�

Snape slowly began to nod
in agreement. He knew he couldn�t prepare her to battle against the Dark Lord,
but he knew who could. �I can teach you what I know,� he said in a velvety
voice that was hardly audible. �Your uncle can teach you everything else. You
father fears Dumbledore and that is precisely why the Dark Lord chose Espiranza
to mother his child. You have the power and strength in your blood that the
Dark Lord cannot defeat. His hope was to turn that power you possess into his
own.�

Snape sat up from his
seat and went to sit next to Jessica. She kept her attention on the passing
landscape as he leaned over and spoke into her ear. �Knowing that you may side
with your maternal heritage, your father took a risk in creating a child
capable of becoming more powerful than he. You Jessica, are taking a risk by
not becoming the powerful witch he knew you would become.�

He carefully settled his
hand on her shoulder and turned her body to face him. Jessica resisted a first
but then grudgingly twirled around to look him in the eye. �I do realize that
if I had gone to Hogwarts when it was time, I would be that powerful witch
right now,� she said. �I was playing it safe when I said no, and for that I
lost the bet. I know I�d be fully trained if I had been training for all these
years, but I haven�t been. I can�t change that. Perhaps if I knew I had the
time to prepare myself for his return, I would stop at nothing to learn all the
magic I needed to know in order to bring my father down. A fact remains,
Severus, that no one knows how long it will be. You wake up every morning
fearing that today may very well be the day.�

Jessica watched as the
lines in his face slowly turned down and the very little colour in his face
washed away. As well trained as he was to block Jessica from sensing his
thoughts and emotions, there were still times he could do nothing to stop her.
In the wee hours of the morning when his mind was still half asleep was very
much one of those times.

* * *

A tiny bell rang from
somewhere inside when Snape opened the door to the narrow, shabby shop of Ollivander�s.
He held the wooden door open and allowed Jessica to pass under his arm. For the
very first time, Jessica stepped into the small shop lined with rows and rows
of slender, dust-covered wand boxes.

They seemed to be poorly
aligned and disorganized, but the young witch had absolutely no doubt the
wandmaker could find his way to any particular wand in a heartbeat.

�And who have we here?�
Jessica heard an old man speak.

She spun around and
watched as Mr. Ollivander came out from an office in the back of the shop.
�Hello,� she managed to whisper. �I�m-�

�Jessica Van Eden,� the
elderly wizard finished for her. �I have been waiting a long time for you.
Better late than never, I suppose.� His thin, pale lips spread into a smile and
his wide, silver eyes twinkled as he walked towards her with his hands held out
to her. Mr. Ollivander shook Jessica�s hand and then nodded at Snape. �Fancy
seeing you again, Professor.�

Mr. Ollivander walked
behind the counter, the wooden floor creaking beneath his feet with every step.
Jessica had read the gold lettering outside of the shop, Makers of Fine
Wands Since 382 BC, but she wondered if the shop was equally as old.

She watched as Mr.
Ollivander tapped his finger against his chin as he perused the wand boxes in
the rows above. �Ah,� he said and stretched his arm up for a black box a little
more than a comfortable reach away. He turned back to Jessica, opening the box
and lifting a wand of dark red wood from it. �Go on, give it a try. Your mother
used a wand quite similar to this. Willow, 12 inches and a core of unicorn
hair.�

Looking at the wand Mr.
Ollivander held out to her, Jessica could feel her stomach beginning to
tighten. She had a gut feeling that something about the wand wasn�t right for
her.

�Don�t be frightened, my
dear,� Mr. Ollivander said and practically pushed the wand into Jessica�s hand.
She awkwardly held it in her right hand and held it in front of her. �Give it a
wave.�

The illness in her
stomach didn�t cease but in fact grew stronger. Her hand began to sweat and the
wand�s handle began to irritate her skin. Regardless, Jessica smoothed the wand
in front of her, waving it delicately.

The tip of the wand she
held began to crackle and smoke. All three of the shop�s occupants watched with
wide eyes as it ignited sparks and then emitted a puff of dark, purple smoke.

Jessica let out a muffled
scream and skipped backwards into the Potions master as she dropped the wand to
the floor. Snape�s hands clamped over her arms and held her tight.

Once the smoke cleared,
Mr. Ollivander knelt down and picked the wand up from the floor where a small
black hole had been burned into the wood. When he stood up, he flexed his brow
curiously and inspected the tip of the wand as it continued to spurt little,
yellow sparks and tiny puffs of smoke. �How peculiar,� he whispered to himself.

Jessica and Snape could
see that the tip of the wand had splintered into dozens of tiny,
charcoal-tipped slivers. Jessica turned her head over her shoulder and looked
into the Potions master�s ebony eyes wanting to hear an explanation.

�I have never seen that
happen,� Mr. Ollivander finally said and replaced the ruined wand in its box.
�I have lost several furnishings over the years when helping beginners buy
their first wand, but I have never seen a wand destroyed like that before.�

Feeling slightly guilty,
Jessica apologized for the damage. �Perhaps I should choose the next one,� she
suggested afterwards.

Mr. Ollivander looked
curiously at her, as if it were the first time anyone had offered to choose his
or her own wand. He looked behind her at Snape as if wanting his approval.
�Well, I suppose,� Mr. Ollivander agreed. �Please, take your time.�

Snape released Jessica
and let her step around in a small circle as she eyed the thousands of boxes.
She turned around again and again, both of the wizards watching her in silence.

For a long while she
gazed about the shelves, still not sensing anything useful in choosing a wand.
She sighed at her frustration and wondered if perhaps she should let Mr.
Ollivander try again.

�It�s the wand that
chooses the witch,� Mr. Ollivander whispered.

She looked at him
standing near the shop door next to Snape. Beside the brooding Potions master,
Mr. Ollivander looked very tiny in comparison. The top of his head nearly came
up to Snape�s shoulders.

�The wand chooses the
witch,� Jessica repeated.

She turned around again
and closed her eyes. She breathed deeply and then slowly lifted her arm up in
front of her. Still breathing in a shallow rhythm, she tried to summon the
appropriate wand, the one that wanted her.

Vaguely aware of the
wizards watching her carefully, Jessica began to sense something unusual. She
could feel a presence. A longing.

It was coming from
somewhere ahead. The connection grew stronger and to her surprise, Jessica
heard something rattle. She opened her eyes and gasped, knowing she had found
the one. Looking at both Mr. Ollivander and Snape, Jessica could tell that they
had heard it, too.

Jessica held her hand out
again in the direction the rattling had come from. Then, sure enough, they
could hear it again. This time the rattle was louder but she still couldn�t see
any of the boxes moving towards her when she summoned the wand.

She tried again and this
time the rattle was accompanied by a thump as if something were preventing it
from coming to her. Jessica looked at Mr. Ollivander and saw a trace of
trepidation in his eerie, silver eyes.

The wand she had summoned
was locked in his office and was banging against his door wanting to be held by
its new owner.

�What is that?�

It was Snape who decided
to ask the question they were all wondering.

Mr. Ollivander let out a
sigh and looked hesitant to fetch the wand from his office. �That is a wand
that has been concealed for nearly a century,� he told them, his voice sounding
grave and serious. �Professor, I presume you are quite familiar with the tale
of Esmeralda Demedeiros.�

Jessica looked just in
time to Snape nodding his head. She could tell that he had mixed emotions
regarding the woman in question but he wasn�t letting her in on any of those
feelings quite yet.

�Who� who is she?� Jessica
asked Mr. Ollivander.

She watched the wandmaker
go down the hall and into his office. A moment later her reappeared, the wand
that had been making the ruckus in his hands. Unlike the rest of the wand
boxes, the one he was carrying was shiny and free of dust. The lid of the box
had silver letters written so small Jessica couldn�t make out the words.

�Esmeralda Demedeiros was
very beautiful, but a very powerful, very persuasive witch in her time,� Mr.
Ollivander began. �Nobody knew where she had come from or if she was even
human. Some say she had the power to bewitch the minds of even the strongest of
wizards. They would fall at her feet offering her everything they had to give.
Fortune and glory was lost only to give her power and strength until one day she
met the wizard immune to her bewitchment but absorbed by her beauty. The one
wizard who conquered her enchantment and captured her heart was none other than
Salazar Slytherin.�

Mr. Ollivander looked
deep into Jessica�s eyes as he spoke the name of her ancestor. He took the wand
from its box and held it up for Jessica to see. It was long, dark as ebony and
had exquisite, intricate details carved into the wood of the handle. Its
delicate trim at the hilt was silver.

�Eleven and a half
inches. Ebony. The heart of a dragon embedded in its core. This wand once
belonged to the witch known as the Mistress of Slytherin,� Mr. Ollivander said
as he handed the wand out to Jessica. �And now, it belongs to you. I trust that
you will put it to better use than that of its previous owner.�

Just before Jessica�s
hand touched the handle Snape stepped up to her. �Legend has it that this wand
was destroyed after Esmeralda�s disappearance,� he said.

Jessica drew her hand
away before Mr. Ollivander spoke. �There were many attempts made to destroy it,
yes. However, like many Ollivander�s before me, I knew that this wand was
destined for another. And it appears that the young Miss Van Eden here shall be
the one to share in its magic.�

* * *

The train ride back to
Hogsmeade was just as silent as the journey to London. Only this time instead
of sitting opposite each other, Jessica and Snape embraced each other in their
arms. Jessica let her head rest on Snape�s chest as she twirled her new wand
around in her fingers, studying its unique carvings.

�What happened to
Esmeralda?� she asked after a long bout of silence. �You said she disappeared.
How did that happen?�

�She had managed to anger
a lot of people on her quest for power,� Snape began. �Her endless greed left
many with almost nothing. It was decided that in order to restore their lives,
Esmeralda would have to be destroyed. They planned to burn her at the stake
once they captured her.�

�How could anyone capture
a witch as powerful as she was?� Jessica asked.

�As powerful as Esmeralda
was, she could not fight off the hundreds of angry witches and wizards who came
after her,� Snape explained. �She saw her defeat coming and knew that there was
nothing she could do to stop them. Some say she killed herself, others who
believed she was not human said that she vanished just as quickly as she had
appeared.�

Jessica repositioned her
head on his chest and secured her wand in her robes. �What do you think
happened to her?� she asked.

�I cannot begin to
hypothesize what happened one thousand years ago,� Snape told her. �Because she
never returned, I can only assume that she was in fact killed.�

With a full stomach
resulting from the fulfillment of Snape�s promise to provide Jessica with a
wonderful meal, she quite easily fell fast asleep in his arms. She awoke just
as the train was pulling into Hogsmeade station. It was already dark and the
fire beaming through the windows made Hogwarts castle illuminate like a
jack-o-lantern.

Snape brought Jessica
straight up to her quarters where tea, sandwiches and shortbread awaited them
on a silver platter in the sitting room. The herbal aroma filled the room and
brought the pair over to the sofa and table immediately.

�Mmm,� Jessica moaned
after her first sip of hot tea. �Was this your idea?� she questioned.

Snape shook his head.
�No. I suspect the elves were anticipating our late arrival.�

�Brilliant.� As far back
as Jessica could remember, the elves had never brought food to her quarters
without first being asked to. They ate in silence, still mildly exhausted from
their expedition in London.

�I want to start training
tomorrow,� Snape said after finishing the last of his ham and cheese sandwich.
�Get a good sleep tonight and we will start at five in the morning.�

�Five o�clock!� Jessica
repeated in disbelief.

�Yes, five
o�clock,� Snape assured. �I have classes tomorrow, as you know.�

Jessica picked up a piece
of shortbread and began to nibble along the edge. �Is Professor Lockhart aware
of this?�

Snape narrowed his eyes
and sipped at his tea. �Professor Lockhart will not be joining us in the
morning,� he declared.

�Severus, I�m not very
enthusiastic about him helping you either, but you heard what my uncle said
about-�

�Yes, I heard what the
Headmaster said about him, but he will not be joining us tomorrow morning,� he
said in an unwavering voice. �He will be free to offer his professional
assistance in the evening when we practice again.�

Jessica nodded her head
in understanding and finished the last of her shortbread. �Very well,� she said
softly. �You�ll wake me in time to get ready?�

�Of course,� Snape
promised.

�And you�ll spend the
night with me?� Jessica asked, sensing his temptation to leave her quarters.

Snape nodded
affirmatively. �Yes,� he answered in a shallow whisper. �I must return to my
chambers for a short time this evening. You go on and get ready for bed. I will
return shortly.� He stepped up to Jessica and leaned down to kiss her.

Jessica closed her eyes
and stretched her fingers up along the side of his face as their lips met. With
even just a simple kiss, he warmed Jessica�s body to the core. He would only be
gone for a moment, but she had already begun to miss him. A part of her wanted
to beg him to stay, but Jessica didn�t realize the importance of his departure.

Snape rose to full height
and smiled crookedly at Jessica. �I won�t be long, Love.�

After he left Jessica
slipped into the bathroom and quickly poured herself a tub of steaming, hot
water. She undressed and pinned her hair atop her head before stepping into the
bubbly warmth. The liquid heat quickly melted away all of the stress the last
two days had produced.

Jessica relaxed, basking
in the warmth until she heard Snape return. He came in as quietly as he could
and stepped into her bedroom. He could hear splashing coming from the bathroom
and knew that Jessica was just getting out of the tub.

In his hand he carried a
small, empty, glass vial. He set it down next to the bed and began to peel some
of his clothes off. When he was left wearing only his shirt and trousers, Snape
sat up on the bed and leaned back into the headboard. He closed his eyes and
anxiously began to rub his forehead.

He had been dreading this
evening almost as long as he had been anticipating it. Still unsure if this was
the best thing to do, Snape knew that this was something he had to do.
He was more than willing to make love to Jessica, but less willing to accept
the consequences.

Lucius Malfoy and
probably several other followers were expecting him to take her Virgin�s
Blood and give her a child. The Virgin�s Blood he could handle, but
to get her pregnant was a task he was not up for. He would never be up for that
particular task. The danger and heartache of bringing their child into the
wizarding world could not be estimated. All Snape knew was that it would be
worth his life if he could prevent it.

�Severus,� he heard a
soft, angelic voice call.

Snape opened his eyes to
see Jessica standing in the doorway. She had her dressing robe tied tight
around her body and her fluffy pink slippers were peaking out from beneath the
hem. Snape had teased her about those slippers countless times but his snide
comments never stopped her from wearing them.

�You weren�t falling
asleep, were you?� she asked as she approached the bed and climbed up on top of
him, leaving her slippers on the floor.

�Of course not,� he
answered and settled his hands on her knees where he began to rub her
affectionately.

�Good.� Jessica glanced
over at the bedside table when something shining in the candlelight caught her
eye. �What�s that?� she asked and pointed at the glass vial he had brought up
from his chambers.

�It appears to be an
empty vial,� Snape said shrewdly.

Jessica smiled and
teasingly slapped the side of his face before leaning forward to kiss him.

She closed her eyes and
let her lips dance upon his, nipping and stroking, not settling down until
Snape lifted his hands to hold her steady. He captured her with his warm mouth
and began to pry her lips open with his own. Jessica willingly obliged, letting
his tongue explore her mouth as she did his. She moaned into his mouth and felt
his hands beginning to spread her dressing robe apart.

Snape could feel an
unusual material beneath her dressing robe and backed out of their kiss to give
the mysterious material a glance. �What is this?� he asked as his fingers found
the corner of a very see-through piece of fabric.

Jessica smiled devilishly
and began to untie the cloth belt around her waist. �Something I bought today
when you weren�t looking,� she told him. Jessica tipped her dressing robe back to
expose the elegant lingerie she wore beneath.

Snape�s eyes immediately
fell to the enticing see-through chiffon bodice and then trailed down to study
the matching g-string. His brows popped up in approval as his eyes continued to
caress her luxurious body. Snape growled excitedly as he reached his hands out
to touch the deep, plum-purple fabric made of pure seduction.

�I should look away more
often,� Snape said enthusiastically as his hands grazed over her soft, creamy
skin.

Jessica let out a soft
giggle as his fingers tickled her sides. She leaned her head down and kissed
him passionately on the lips. Snape responded quickly, pulling Jessica tight
against his body and letting his tongue dip into her mouth to enhance the
intimacy of their kiss.

Without interfering with
their kiss, Snape reached down and tried to adjust his trousers to accommodate
the enlarging organ that had already begun to expand beyond comfort.

Feeling his arousal,
Jessica pressed herself down against him, wanting to feel him rubbing against
her. Snape groaned in pain as the intensity of Jessica�s body pressing hard
against him added to the agony of his stubborn erection. Unable to stand it any
longer, Snape pushed Jessica away from him until she slid down past his knees.

�What are you -?� she
began to ask until she saw his hands gathering at the front of his trousers. He
hastily unbuttoned his fly and slipped the trousers down his legs before
kicking them off.

�That�s much better,� he
said as he held his hands out to welcome Jessica back into his embrace. She
smiled as he kissed her hard, wanting to taster her like he never had before.
They both moaned as their most intimate regions rubbed agreeably together.
Snape put his hand to the small of Jessica�s back and began pressing her body down
into his as his hips came up to thrust against her. He used his other hand to
knead greedily at her breast, feeling her nipple harden under his fond caress.

�I love you, Severus,�
Jessica breathed into his ear as she rolled herself onto her side.

Snape rolled with her,
crowning her body with his own. He looked deep into her beautiful, green eyes
and knew how much she meant it. �I love you,� he whispered and combed his hand
through her hair.

Jessica brought her legs
up on either side of him and held his body close to hers. �Would you marry me,
Severus?� she asked him. �Would you take me as your wife?�

She stroked the side of
his head, moving his soft tendrils of hair behind his ear. �Jessica, you and I
are as good as married already,� he said, clearly indicating to Jessica that he
was ignorant of what it truly meant for two people in love to be married.

�In some aspects that may
be true,� she admitted. �However, there are some particular things married
couples do that we haven�t done yet.�

Snape picked Jessica�s
hand up and dotted each of her knuckles with a single kiss. �You mean making
love,� he said knowingly.

�Well� yes� and other
things.� Jessica watched Snape pick up her other hand and kiss it the same way.
�We don�t share quarters, we haven�t planned our future together, but most of
all it�s making love.�

Snape gathered Jessica�s
tiny body in his arms and smiled down at her as he slowly leaned down to rub
his nose against hers. �Tonight my love, that is all going to change.�

Okay, just fair warning to
you all� the next chapter is going to be R rated. Those of you who have been
following this story since the beginning are in for a treat. I�m about to make
up for everything Severus and Jessica missed out on last Christmas!!!
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