{So I made it that he's still alive here at the end of book seven, why you may ask? Because he was a friggin cool character and if he was dead, then this would be a sad One Shot...though thinking about it, it gives me an idea...Anyway, that's a thing for another day. Enjoy}
I stared straight ahead. My jacket blew behind me as my strides began to quicken. The rogue dementors and a werewolf had slowed me down at the entrance to Hogwarts but with a few Expecto Patronuses and quick shots from some centaurs, I managed to dash past them and into the thicker fray.
"Ya sure about this, lass? I mean luck can take you far but even that can't stop death, you know," my small green Irish guardian leprechaun-fairy lectured as he hovered onto my shoulder.
"I know, Mliney, but I a bit past saving now," I said to him, "besides, I'm pretty sure death's just waitin to have me already. Said I was his most awaited body."
"Just like your great-great-grand-daddy then," he said, chuckling jollily at the oddest of times.
I just smirked at him, "yeah, just like my grand-dad."
I ran inside the beaten school. I was supposed to teach there that year but I'm guessing that was a time well wasted if I did teach. The school system was rather appalling at present anyway. After Dumbledore died and all.
"Incendio!" I shouted, blasting a flame at a werewolf, making it fall to the depths below. Drowned no doubt.
"I think you better hurry, lass. We got no time to waste with all these underlings," Mliney suggested, making me realize his reason.
I dashed for it and reached the Great Hall in a matter of seconds. The fight inside was incredible. Large hexes, curses, spells and jinxes flew in all directions trying to hit each other's opponents.
Lucius Malfoy was against Mr. Weasley and Bellatrix LeStrange, formerly Black, was up against Mrs. Weasley, who fought frighteningly well. I rushed past them, flicking both comrade and foe off to the sides. Some slammed into the tables, some slammed into the chairs, a few even crashed through the windows, but at this point it just didn't matter. Not like I'll live to say sorry. Or maybe I would. It's a half-and-half.
"Professor McGonagall!" I called out to the tall, proud witch in her bed clothes. She turned to me as she fired a curse at Mudungus, making him fly with sparks on his flaming cloak.
"Where is he, Professor?" I asked her quickly, staring up at her.
"Over there, hurry!" she urged, pointing towards the teacher's end of the Great Hall.
Harry was being held by a Cruciatus Curse. I didn't know how long but it seemed it had been a while. He was writhing on the ground, twisting and screaming though no one would notice amidst the loud shouts and bangs and booms.
Voldemort stood above him, cackling manically like the Spawn of Satan he was, but unfortunately we were related though distant. Him being my uncle in some strange twist of fate.
"Crucio!" I shouted, throwing my own unforgivable curse. It was illegal to use but in here amidst the noise, who would know? Voldemort writhed in the same way, stepping back a few and releasing his own curse.
"You alright, Harry?" I asked him, kneeling beside his weakened frame. He clung on to me and I hugged him briefly.
"Ivy...you're alright" he managed to mutter to me. I nodded.
"I'm not dying until your safe, I promised you that. And now that I'm here, you can leave Voldemort to me," I said, my eyes burning with anger over Harry's battered state.
"No! You might...I have to..." he argued, groaning as he tried to straighten up. His abdomen was bleeding badly and I knew it'd worsen if he moved.
"No. You listen to me. Stay here. You've been the hero ever since you've been born and not once did you stop. This time let me be the hero for you, because this time...It's a family matter." I left him to lean painfully on the toppled table and turned morosely to my foe.
"Mliney, protect Harry," I said to my green little friend, who gave a slight salute and sat on Harry's shoulder.
"Glad to see you again, Tom." I said to him, earning me a one way ticket to deathscape.
"Ms. Potter...what a wonderful surprise...and all this time I had assumed you were dead..." he sneered, giving me a sharp toothed grin.
I grimaced, "it takes more than a Cruciatus Curse and a dementor to kill me."
I lashed out my wand again. "I take you know how formal duels go," he said, taking his own out. I bowed and brought out the first spell. And the epic continues.
We fought. Spell after spell after spell. Neither of us was winning and neither of us seemed to want to give up. Everything seemed tos top around us; the life that was once in an epic battle, ceasing to watch the decisive finale.
"Give up, foolish girl. You know I'm much more powerful than you are," he said, grinning at me. I panted a bit and let my wand hand down. There was something I had to say about Voldemort and only one thing: he was a stupid bastard.
"My parents always said something before you killed them Tom," I said, moving in a circle as he did, "Wizards were always measured by how smart they were in using spells, never on how strong a spell was."
Voldemort laughed, ignoring my use of his Muggle name. "Your parents were one to say that, both were rather exceptional wizards."
"On the contrary, Mum was terrible at Charms and Dad was a gruesome display once you got him started with Transfiguration," I said, blasting a spell which he dodged. He blasted me with one, sending me sliding back against the wall. That one did hurt but I wouldn't show him pain. I'd rather die laughing than show him that. And that's what I did.
"You and me are rather alike you know," he said, gliding his way towards me, "we laugh at the face of death. We aim to change this world of ours. We both are half-bloods you know with your mother and all..." He was a rather cocky man, so sure of himself.
I stood up shakily, the spell doing more harm to me inside than outside. It may have been a fractured rib or maybe one out of place or maybe more, but all's the same with the pain.
"Maybe Tom. Maybe we are alike. Our ancestors never really took death seriously if you remember. We're both half-bloods, that's true, but, Tom..." I began to say, "there's one thing that's truly different though from half-blood to half-blood"
He would've raised an eyebrow if he had any but his eyes said the same thing. "I embraced my halves, Tom. While you condemned your other. I actually like being half Muggle, if that's how you call it now. Because being half of both taught me a lot of things..."
I looked up at him and painfully threw a spell his way, he deflected it and gave me the time I needed. I ran for him, catching his face of guard with my fist. It collided painfully with one another and I stumbled back from the pain in my side. My rib was protruding disgustingly.
"It taught me to defend my self both ways," I said, blowing him back with a spell and wiping the blood from my mouth. I was bleeding internally now of all the God rotten things to have.
He stood up once again and shouted out loud, "Avada Kedavra!" The green light came at me and my eyes widened as I rolled away. Spells were as quick as bullets if not quicker and had a wider range as well.
Everyone gasped as I was tossed back by a quick spell from him, throwing me two feet away from where I was. "Just die already!" I shouted, slowly getting to my feet. I couldn't die here. I won't die here. I promised him I'd kill Voldemort. I said I'd destroy every inch of that creature until the last. I'm not going down without it.
"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted and I tossed the first spell that came to mind.
"Expecto Patronum!" I retaliated bringing out my silver stag. It rammed itself towards the green spell full force. Doing everything in its power to protect me from dying.
If I wasn't where I was, it may have been a magnificent battle to watch but this was my life on the line and maybe if I lose it would be theirs. But I can't lose.
I had to hold on with both hands to just fight back but in a blast of light everything seemed to go up in sound. My body was thrown backward by the sound. The sound being the only thing I could hear.
The sound for some reason eliminated my other senses. And the sound in some way managed to stop me from dying through blunt force trauma.
I groaned and stirred as I lay on the ground, a flurry of spells and cheers surrounding my every side. I felt hands holding on to me and a voice calling my name.
"Ivy! Ivy!" the man called to me. I opened my eyes and stared up at black eyes.
"Severus Snape I presume," I said out of the blue. I didn't know this man from anywhere but for some reason I knew his name.
"Harry" it then dawned on me, "where's my brother?" I asked him, clutching on to his robes painfully.
"Over there," he said, making me look to where the Weasley family gathered. I nodded and smiled, leaning back when he sat me up.
"How do you know my name?" he asked, as I urged him to help me stand now.
"My...father..." I said to him, "James Potter. You knew him I presume?"
He pursed his lips tightly and I chuckled at it.
"He told me the stories but Remus filled in the blank spots. He's terribly sorry for it though. He regretted it til the end. He was the first person I ever heard mention you," I said to him as he sat me down on a chair instead.
I grimaced and leaned back, breathing hard as I stared into his eyes again. They were oddly captivating and I just couldn't help but stare.
"Regret? Potter? I hardly think-"
"I'm serious. My father hated himself for how he treated you. My mother had to convince him it was all in the past. He couldn't bring himself to say sorry to you, knowing that you'd most definitely hex him once you saw him."
Severus said nothing. And I looked over to where my brother was being smothered. He had friends, good for him, and a family when I wasn't there. A girl came up to him once the Weasleys were gone and kissed him, another Weasley. And a girlfriend...I got some leverage over my little brother I see.
A flock of people came over to where I was, saying things that just didn't make sense. Congratulations? Unbelievable? Head Auror? You did it? One of those but maybe not. Everyone seemed to want to congratulate me and my brother. The duo that faced death and defeated it.
"Ivy!" Harry shouted, limping over to me with the help of his friends. His abdomen wound had gone and disappeared, healed no doubt by someone from St. Mungo's. Unbelievably quick those people were.
"Harry, glad to see you're alright, little brother," I said, getting up to hug the boy I haven't seen for a year.
"Same to you, Ivy," he said, hugging me tighter.
His friends just watched us and I heard one say, "aw, Ron, why can't you be more like that to me and George?" a red-head said.
"Aw, come off it," the boy named Ron replied with a shove. I chuckled with Harry as I let him go.
"Go with your friends," I said to him, "and your girlfriend too." I pushed him a bit to knock the girl a bit and he glared as I turned to pretend to speak to McGonagall.
"Congratulations, Ivy. You and Harry have quite possibly saved the Wizarding world," she congratulated.
I chuckled, "it wasn't me, Professor. Everyone did whatever they could. Neither I nor Harry could ever take credit," I replied, blushing as she regarded me in such high honor.
She smiled, "If he were alive, Dumbledore would've been pleased to see what a fine witch his young protege had become. And your father and mother would've beamed in delight at everything you've accomplished."
I blushed much more, feeling the heat rise up from the praise. McGonagall just chuckled and went on with what she had to say, "next year at Hogwarts, I'll be taking up the place as the temporary Headmaster. Severus chose to step down from his position and opted for his former job as the Potions Master. Why he didn't just go as the Professor for DADA is beyond me but I will need a Transfigurations teacher for the mean time and when a new headmaster is appointed, then we will need a DADA professor to replace the substitute, " she told me with a grin on her face. "So, what do you say Ivy?" she asked me.
I beamed at her amidst all that pain in standing up, "you have yourself a new teacher, Professor."
"Excellent," she replied.
The sun was rising now as I walked over to a tree by the black lake. A man was standing underneath it, staring off into space. His black hair was blowing away from him and his deep, dark eyes were shining with the light.
"May I join you, Professor?" I asked him, walking up the small hill on my crutches.
He stared at the gauze around my leg and the bandages on my wounds. "Why didn't you get yourself healed?" he asked me, making me turn towards him.
"Because," I replied, "when there are tons of other people with missing fingers and lacerated limbs, you begin to wonder whether a broken leg is either a blessing or a punishment." He smirked at me and turned to the lake again.
"You father...what else did he say? As well as your mother..." he asked subtly.
I grinned at him, "subtle ways of fishing for compliments aren't exactly your forte Professor Snape." He chuckled as I did, "but to answer your question, my father held you as a powerful wizard and my mother said the same. I found out many things about you from asking them. Sometimes biased but most of the time just."
"Really now. It's a wonder that Potter could say such things."
"Believe me he did. You always irked my curiosity, Professor. I'd ask again and again for stories."
"You know so much about me, yet I know nothing about you," he said coyly, making me grin since I left the hall.
"Well then, let's start by finding something to ease my pain, because right now, I guess the healers were right, moving does nothing but make my ribs hurt."
He chuckled again. "My potions cabinet may be still standing and so may be my classroom, I can make a potion if you wish."
"I'd very much appreciate that, Professor." I said, slowly walking beside him.
"Call me Severus," he said.
"Alright, then Sev. It's gonna be a fun time getting to know one another," I joked, laughing as I limped slowly back to the castle with his help.
To sum it all up, it seemed as the start of a wonderful friendship. Maybe more if I was lucky enough.
I never had much luck in that area and Mliney couldn't give it to me either. 'Only cupids do that,' he said once.
In all the ways to say it, what I want may not happen. And would you like to know why? Because I am not pretty like many other girls. There are tons of others who look ten times better then I would ever. But thankfully, I'm not orc ugly either. Thank you for that. Who I look like you may ask?Well, to put it simply:
I look like a black-haired Lily Evans.
