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Shadows of an evil past	By : Werecat Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's notes: When Snape met Cassie. Love at first sight? Think again!

CHAPTER 4: Back to school.

Ace of Swords: Inevitable change.

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Cassandra cursed loudly and kicked the front wheel of her old BMW bike. Of all times, she had to have a flat tire when she was already late for her meeting with Dumbledore. She did not recall having passed by any gas stations on her way there, at least for the last ten miles. Now she had to apparate back to her apartment in London, find either a spare or the repair kit she had somehow misplaced and return back here, in the middle of nowhere. The 'Fool' card seemed to acquire a whole new meaning this morning.

Cassandra was certain that there must have been a spell for repairing flat tires. Probably something Professor Flitwick had demonstrated while she was too deep in her thoughts around Quidditch to notice. She made a mental note to discreetly investigate this as soon as she reached the school.

After an hour, she reached Hogwarts at last. She was already tired, hungry and felt dirty. Parking her bike behind Hagrid's hut, she made her way to the school grounds. She saw Dumbledore outside, in the yard across the Main Hall, absorbed in a low voice discussion with a tall man clad in black. As she walked towards the two men, she realized that her outfit would certainly stand out among the witches and wizards of Hogwarts.

She had abandoned the usual 'witchy' outfits years ago, considering the casual Muggle wear more efficient and comfortable in her line of work. When dealing with Dark Wizards, freedom of movement is sometimes a matter of life and death. Cassandra found it impossible to walk, let alone run, in the usual robes or dresses. A few pairs of jeans, some T-shirts and sweaters and army boots or athletic footwear had been all of her wardrobe. She still kept a cloak and a couple of robes, but rarely used them anymore. Her superiors in the Ministry had not been very comfortable with her choices, but they had grown used to it.

In a short distance from the Headmaster, Cassandra was halted by a familiar voice.

"Merlin's beard! If it isn't Cassandra Blackthorn!"

She turned to see the glowing face of Madame Hooch. She smiled back and the two women embraced like old friends. During her senior year, she had found in the Quidditch coach a true friend and she always regretted the fact they had lost contact over the years. But she had none other to blame this on but herself. Fortunately, the older woman didn't seem to hold it against her. Still holding hands, they approached the Headmaster, who had just raised his head to observe the reunion. The man in black watched the incident with an expression of utter boredom.

"Albus, you should have told me that Cassie was coming for a visit," Hooch exclaimed. "Best Ravenclaw beater I've seen in all my time here! And I still remember the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin final match at her senior year," she continued. "Bloodiest game I've seen in Hogwarts!"

This last statement had caught Snape's attention.

Charming, he thought. The female equivalent of Marcus Flint. She smells a bit like him, too. As for her being sorted to Ravenclaw, well, my suspicions that the Sorting Hat has a perverted sense of humor are finally confirmed.

"Ms. Blackthorn," said the Headmaster. "You have finally arrived. I was expecting you an hour ago." His tone was kind, but Cassandra felt the need to apologize.

"I had a small accident on my way here." Seeing his concerned look, she felt embarrassed. "Nothing of importance, really, just an annoying delay," she explained.

"Well, now that you are here, how can I be of assistance to an Auror from the Ministry of Magic?" asked Dumbledore, seeing with the corner of his eye that Snape looked finally awake.

And he certainly was. He studied the woman for a few minutes, thinking that the Ministry needed a firmer grip than Fudge's. Muggle clothing, stains of what appeared to be motor oil on her hands and face, straight blond hair tied in the back that was in a worse state than his own this morning. However, something in her bright eyes advised him not to dismiss her as an imbecile so fast.

"Actually, Headmaster, I was kind of hoping to meet one of your teachers." She took a wrinkled cigarette package from her jeans' back pocket and read the name she had written on it. "A man named Severus Snape".

The tall man beside Dumbledore crossed his arms on his chest, raising one eyebrow.

"This would be me," she heard his deep, steady voice. For the first time she seemed to become aware of his presence.

I wonder which one of the three Fates I have pissed off, she thought. Probably all of them. Why did it had to be this arrogant Goth? Is dealing with a stable individual too much to ask? And again, he's a former Death Eater. What did I expect?

"In this case, Professor Snape, there are a few questions I'd like to ask you," she said, using the former tone in her voice. If the new air of authority surprised him, he didn't show it. "Is there a more private place we can discuss a few things?"

"Is this absolutely necessary?" he replied, hoping to avoid this. "I have a class in half an hour".

"Severus," he heard Dumbledore's voice, "I'm afraid this is rather important. I trust you will provide Ms. Blackthorn all the assistance she requires." And his tone clearly indicated that he would not take 'no' for an answer.

Snape appeared to weight his options for a minute.

"Very well, Ms. Blackthorn. In my office. Follow me, if you please," he said coldly and turned td thd the dungeons in wide strides.

~*~

Snape sat behind his desk and looked at the woman behind locks of his black hair. He watched at she took out a cigarette and brought it to her lips, ready to light it.

"Don't even think of it!" he hissed, and her move was cut in mid-air. "Not only is it forbidden in Hogwarts, but there are at least a dozen highly inflammable substances in this office, enough to blow us both to pieces."

Reluctantly, she put the cigarette back inside the pack and in her pocket. And Snape noticed her hands for the first time. Long, slender fingers with the nails cut short. And although her hands were stained by motor oil and dirt, he could see the whiteness of the skin, matching probably a soft texture. Strange hands, completely different from the rest of her appearance. Tapping his fingers on his desk, he stared at her with his dark eyes.

"What is it you wish to know?' he asked, growing impatient. The sooner she was out of his office, the better.

Cassandra chose her words carefully.

"I'm investigating a murder," she said. "The murder of a Muggle woman."

"And?" He sounded really bored.

"The woman had a distinguishing tattoo on her chest," she continued.

He raised an eyebrow, never bothering to answer.

"This tattoo has been identified as a Dark Mark."

"Ah." This had caught his attention.

"And an eye witness has connected you with the victim," she bluffed, knowing that the ramblings of an insane woman could never stand in a court of law.

"And who might that witness be?" he asked, avoiding the trap.

"This I cannot reveal," she said, somewhat disappointed.

"Ms. Blackthorn," he replied in a cold voice, "I assure you I have no involvement whatsoever with any Muggles, let alone the death of one. Now, unless this witness of yours can confront me and put his testimony against mine, we have nothing more to discuss. Goodbye, Ms. Blackthorn," he said, telling her the discussion was over.

"Actually, Professor Snape, as a former Death Eater, I had hoped you could enlighten me more about the specifics of the Dark Mark." She was not ready to give up. She fixed her blue eyes on his, revealing a willpower he had not anticipated.

"I'm quite certain that there is enough literature in the Ministry files concerning this issue." His voice was icily cold. "Good day, Ms. Blackthorn," he said again.

"This is not the last you see of me," she darted back at him, finally accepting her defeat. "Good day to you too, Professor," she said and turned to leave.

~*~

As she was walking towards the dungeon door, Snape caught himself leaning slightly over his desk to check her nether regions. And then he felt a familiar jerking inside his pants.

Look who is back after three months of absence, he thought with amusement. As his organ made his presence felt, he had to rearrange his robes to be spared the embarrassment as the second-year students were coming in the classroom.

Sit still, traitor, he mentally addressed his penis. You're on detention.

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