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Brown Eyed Girl	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing, unfortunately. It all belongs to J.K.

Just some junk I got in my head. I needed a break from Both Sides while I research Finland, and Sky�s run off with the muse so No One is still on hold. My heads full of scenarios for other stories and it�s blocking everything I want to write for my two main stories. It�s driving me nuts.

ccino

Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 1
He�s dead. The Dark Lord. Voldemort. He-who-must-not-be-named. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Call him whatever you like. He was still dead.

Harry Potter had gone into his stronghold, surrounded by Order members, took one look at Voldemort and promptly �fainted.
Without pause Severus Snape, former Death Eater-turned spy for the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix, leaped forward to take his place. He cast the Avada Kedavra spell with such venom and hatred that Voldemort not only died, his body then proceeded to melt.

His first thought once the deed was done? �So much for prophecies.�
No one actually saw him cast the killing curse. They were all too shocked when Harry fell to the floor. The Boy-who-lived became the Boy-who-fainted.
All except one person. Sandra Parvus. While everyone else fussed over Potter, panicked, or simply froze in fear, Sandra edged her way round the edge of the throng, narrowly avoiding the hexes and curses being fired by the remaining Death Eaters.

She�d seen her ex-professor. He was standing slightly away from the others, alone, unguarded, and complately unaware of what was going on around him.

She knew he did not stand much of a chance of escaping anything thrown his way while the others were wasting time and sensed what he was going to do. His eyes told all as the scene before her appeared to take on the effect of slow motion.
His wand arm, which had fallen to his side in surprise when Potter fell, was now rising. His face was set, jaw tense, eyes hard, his expression one of pure, unadulterated hatred.
Behind him two masked figures also raised there wands, aiming directly at Snape. Both Death Eaters simultaneously began to shout the Avada curse in his direction.
Fortunately, Sandra spotted them, and a quickly uttered Expelliarmus soon dispatched them of their wands. She then sent a combined stunning and binding spell in their direction before they even realised what happened.
Oblivious to what was happening around him now, Snape aimed his wand at Voldemort and growled out Avada Kedavra. The green light from his wand surrounded the evil tyrant, killing him instantly, but Snape still held the curse on him, beads of sweat pouring down his face with the effort until the Dark Lord was nothing more than a puddle of melted flesh and bone. Still he did not stop, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor, landing hard on his knees as his power steadily depleted.
Sandra knew if he continued like this, he would soon be so weak his organs would shut down and he would die. She carefully laid a hand on Snape�s arm, standing slightly to the side of him so he could see her and not be taken unawares.
�He�s dead.� She said softly. �You can stop now. You have to stop Sir, please before it�s too late for you.�
Snape started a little at her contact, but something in her voice seemed to reach him, soothe him, and he lowered his wand, only to jump again when some one screamed.
�He�s dead! Voldemort is dead!�
When Snape looked round to see who had spoken to him, Sandra was gone.

He vaguely remembered a pair of wide, velvet brown eyes looking up at him. A tenderness in them he had never experienced before. And her voice, it had a husky quality to it, yet it was caring, emotional. Sexy even. Damn, where did that last thought come from? Well whoever she was, she was gone now.

Now Severus Snape was a hero, of sorts. At first no one knew who had fired the killing curse, though several claimed the honour for themselves. Severus did not. Because more than one alleged to have done so, the Aurors began to methodically perform �Prior Incantato� on each wand, along with a recently developed �Pono� charm that showed at whom or the spell was directed.
Many were shocked when a reluctant Snape handed over his wand and it was found to have been the one to kill Voldemort.
Snape was livid; he did not want to be a hero. He merely wanted to be free to live his life as normally, like any other wizard. Though he admitted to himself, somewhat begrudgingly, that it was nice to be finally recognised for his efforts leading up to the final battle.
The Ministry of course claimed that Snape had been acting under their orders. That he had been working undercover for them for a number of years. The Order of the Phoenix was barely given a mention in statements given to the newspapers by Ministry officials.
Personally, Snape did not give a toss what they claimed. He got his Order of Merlin, 1^st class of course. A considerable pension for the part he played, and many, many, beautiful young females vying for his attention. Plus quite a lot of males. But Snape swung one way only, and that was towards the female population.
For months he enjoyed the variety of female attention he received, rarely was his bed the lonely place it once had been. Yet lately he felt something was missing. It was great to be able to take his pick of who to fuck, even taking two or three to his bed at one time. He was an insatiable lover, strong, powerful, well endowed and muscular, and extremely dominant. No witch ever left his bed dissatisfied; in fact, he sometimes had to threaten them to stay away from him. Some were content with one night, others became clingy, some even fled vowing never to return after he left them to make their own way home sore and gap legged from his attentions.

Now he wanted something more, someone who was not interested in his notoriety. Someone who did not give a damn whether or not he was a hero. Not one of these witches fit the bill however. All they really wanted was the fame that went along with being seduced by the wizarding worlds most eligible bachelor, and if one of them could persuade him to slip a ring on her finger, all the better. She would be the talk of the town.
Snape was not fooled by any of them however. He was nobodies fool. He knew what they really wanted. Occasionally a voice would drift through his consciousness, or he would remember a pair of deep, velvet brown eyes looking up at him. Open, honest, caring eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, in the case of those velvet browns, Snape was convinced it was true. But he�d never even found out her name, the witch had practically saved his life when she persuaded him to lift the curse that day. He was too dazed however, too far gone to realise it at the time. Every function he attended he looked for her, searching through each sea of faces, listening to conversations trying to catch that soft husky timbre that could set his loins stirring at the mere memory of it.
Another dreary function to celebrate the downfall of the wizarding worlds greatest ever despot. He truly would prefer to stay home, but if he did, he would never find her.
As soon as he entered the Ministry ballroom, he was deluged with besotted, infatuated witches. The fact he was scowling and glaring at everyone did nothing to deter them and he wanted to scream at them to get the hell away from him.

An hour in and there was still no sign of the mystery, brown haired woman. Snape was ready to call it a night when someone announced that a young, up and coming reporter named Colin Creevy had actually managed to take photo�s during the final battle, but due to a nasty, long lasting curse he was incarcerated in St Mungo�s hospital so was unable to develop them until very recently.

This got Snape�s attention. Everything happened so fast that day that it became a blur in his mind. He�d tried putting the memory of that day into Dumbledor�s pensive, hoping to discover the identity of the brown-eyed witch. But it was to no avail, the memory came out in a blur and he saw nothing clearly from the moment Potter fainted.
Once everyone had taken their seats, Creevy set up a machine similar to a muggle slide show projector, he tapped it with his wand and the images showed up one at a time on the blank wall at the back of the ballroom.
Snape watched as one after another, the frames showed the Order entering the dungeon domain of Lord Voldemort. They showed the deluge of Death Eaters swarming into the lower chamber, attacking Order members and Aurors, casting the killing curse constantly as they battled to protect their precious Dark Lord. He vaguely noticed a hooded figure close to the Dark Lords throne, but whoever it was appeared for only a moment and disappeared again. He fleetingly wondered who it was and what they were doing.
About halfway through Snape suddenly stiffened in his seat. The witch at his side wincing when the hand clutching his arm was crushed between his elbow and side as he tensed at the moving image before him.
It was her, the brown-eyed witch. She was slinking her way round the crowd of Orders members, narrowly escaping being hexed on several occasions. She was watching him, Severus Snape, all the time keeping an eye out for any wands aimed in his direction. He saw himself slowly raise his wand. The image moved on to the next one and he was frustrated for a moment, but this image was closer than the last and carried on where the last one finished. The witch suddenly raised her own wand and he saw her lips move and two wands fly into her hand. She spoke again and the two Death Eaters that were trying to curse him were suddenly bound and unconscious.

She looked around warily and made her way to Snape, he was on his knees, his face a mask of pain and hatred. His exhaustion was evident and she laid a hand gently on his arm. Her lips moved as she looked at him, then he turned to face her briefly before turning his eyes elsewhere, a look of surprise on his face.
Then she was gone again. None of the following photo�s showed her again and he became agitated. He had to find her. Someone must know who she was, where she was from. Perhaps even worked with her.
Once the show was over, he moved from wizard to witch to wizard, asking who the witch was that saved him that day. He pulled Creevy to one side and demanded he show him the two images with her in them. Creevy showed him but did not know the identity of the young woman.

He agreed to make close up copies of the images for Snape, for a fee of course, and said he would owl them to him in around a week�s time.
That week was one of the longest of Severus� life. He constantly strayed to any window available, watching for owls on the horizon. Eventually they came and he dashed to his rooms, his eyes devouring each picture of his husky voiced witch.
The following weeks were spent showing the photo�s to everyone who was willing to look, asking if they knew her, had they seen her in their workplace, in a bar. He asked in every shop, café, office and Inn in Diagon Alley, Hogsmead, even Knockturn Alley, always he was met with the same reply.

�Sorry, no.�
In the end, he gave up. After weeks and weeks of searching and coming up with nothing, he despaired of ever finding her.

Minerva McGonagall entered the dungeons to find out what was bothering him.

�Severus you are not eating properly. Your students are suffering because your mind is not on potions, it is somewhere else entirely. What is it that distracts you to the point of obsession?�
�I am not obsessed.� He retorted, a scowl on his face. �I just �I have to �She �� He lowered his head into his hands as he slumped in the chair at his desk.
Minerva sat down in front of him, a sadness in her eyes as she looked at the man Albus Dumbledor had loved like his own son. �Please Severus, tell me what is wrong. I cannot bear to see you like this. If I can help in any way, then let me.�
Severus ran his hands down his face, his tired eyes fixing on Minerva�s worried ones. �She is what is wrong.� He said, sliding a photo across the desk towards her. �I have searched everywhere Minerva. No one has seen or heard of her. I do not even know her name. Yet she haunts me, at night she is in my dreams. In daylight, she preoccupies my mind. This witch was the only one who cared to notice me that day Minerva. She saved my life while I was cursing Voldemort. She stayed my hand when I would have died because I had no longer had the intelligence to end the curse. I was shutting down and she was the only one to see it, the only one with the presence of mind to stop me. She looked at me for only a moment that day Minerva but the emotion in her eyes when she did. Dear Merlin I cannot describe it. And her voice, so soft and gentle, yet �well, I have to find her Minerva. I shall go insane if I do not.�
Minerva placed a warm hand on his and Severus noticed an annoying twinkle in her eyes. The same twinkle Albus always gave when he knew something no one else did.
He scowled as she stood and made to leave the room.
�We are having a small celebratory party at headquarters this Friday Severus. I shall look forward to seeing you there.� She told him before leaving the room.
As soon as the door closed, Severus let out a loud groan. �Gods, that damnable woman. How dare she twinkle her bloody eyes at me like that. And another blasted function. Severus could not believe the gall of the witch.

�Let me help you Severus. Tell me what is wrong.� He mimicked, a sneer on his face. Then what does she do? Tells him he�s expected to attend another fucking party. �GAHH!� He yelled. Frustration almost brimming from his ears.

�That�s it. I give up. No more searching. Whoever she is, she clearly does not want to be found.� He muttered to himself. �I tell you Minerva McGonagall, this is the last function I shall ever attend. From this weekend on, my life is my own. I shall quit Hogwarts, quit the Order, and make a new life for myself.� He grumbled to the empty room.
Because his mind was now made up, and because this was definitely the last stupid soiree he he would attend, ever, Severus donned his best dress robes, pulled his hair back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck and apparated to 12 Grimauld Place for the last time.
He purposely arrived late so he could hopefully slip in quietly and mingle with the crowd without being noticed.

He was managing to avoid most everyone for the first half hour, smugly standing in a darkened corner of the drawing room with a large fire whiskey in his hand.

Suddenly music began to blare throughout the downstairs rooms and several of the Order members started dancing or singing.

Hermione-bloody-Granger even had the cheek to ask him for a dance. Nerve of the witch. Not that she hadn�t matured nicely. He thought. He might even change his mind after a few more fire whiskeys and let her seduce him. Until they reached the bedroom at least, that was when he took charge. Most likely, it would be easy to bed the witch, she�d had a crush on him since her seventh year and it was clear she still had the hots for him four years later. Yes, she would be an easy fuck.
He watched as they danced, Tonks and Lupin, Molly and Arthur. In fact just about everyone had someone, he noticed resentfully. Granger danced with the Weasel, Potter with the Weaslette.

Several songs later a slower song played. Severus decided it must be a muggle singer because he�d never heard it before.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Minerva walk into the room. Normally she remained conspicuously absent when there was dancing. She seemed to be looking for someone, practically on her tiptoes and straining her neck as she peered round the sea of faces.
Severus lowered his head, studying his drink as he listened to the lyrics of the song playing.

Bryan Adams. Here I Am

Here I am - this is me

there�s nowhere else on earth I�d rather be.

Here I am, it�s just me and you

Tonight we�ll make our dreams come true.

It's a new world - it's a new start

It's alive with the beating of young hearts

It's a new day - in a new land

And it's waiting for me

Here I am

He decided he liked this muggle song. The singer had a nice voice and Severus could even hear the words being sung. Unusual these days. Someone gave a light cough and he noticed the hem of the tartan robes Minerva always favoured.
He lifted his eyes to glare at her but she moved aside, revealing a young woman who�d been standing, smiling shyly behind her.
Severus focused his glare on her instead and started to smirk as her face fell and she took a step back, moving away from him.

Then he caught her eye and forgot to breathe. No. No, it couldn�t be her. Could it?
�She turned to walk away and Minerva put a hand on her shoulder.
�It�s best I go Professor. You were wrong, I am not the one he is looking for.� Sandra told Minerva sadly.

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