Chapter 17: Never Anger A Slytherin
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She couldn�t move fast enough, Osanna, talking to Snape didn�t even see it coming, Harry pulled up, just INCHES from crashing into Ivy, that was not enough however to stop the bludger, it focused in on where it had last seen Harry...which was right in front of Ivy.
The bludger hit her full force in her right arm, she screeched in horror and rage and fell backwards, the force of the blow knocking her off her feet and into the air.
Draco who had caught the snitch due to Potter's lack of attention was not even aware of the situation, but he soon would be, and Osanna already was.
"IVY!" Osanna yelled, scrambling to get out of her seat. She then realized what had just happened, POTTER HAD DID THAT ON PURPOSE! Her lovely features clouded over into a scowl of absolute rage and hate, NO ONE fucked with her best friend.
She took her wand from beneath her robe, and not even thinking she lifted and began to mutter a curse. "Cruc...."
Snape grabbed her arm and pulled it down, placing his hand over her mouth before she could finish the unforgivable curse.
"Osanna are you MAD?" He whispered in her ear.
It was about this time, that Draco despite winning the game heard the announcement on the loudspeaker; Lee Jordan was talking about what had just happened to Ivy. He turned his broomstick in a savage arc and sped towards the Professors box, there he hovered in close to see what had befallen Ivy.
Snape had a furious Osanna clamped in a firm yet gentle hold, while Dumbledore bent over the still form of Ivy. Osanna finally writhed herself free from Snapes grasp and forcefully shoved Dumbledore out of the way. She knelt beside her and ran her fingers lightly over her arm. �Can you stand?� He heard her whisper and Ivy gave a slight nod. �She should go to the Hospital ward immediately.�Dumbledore put his hand on Osanna�s shoulder and she shrugged it off angrily. She helped Ivy to her feet and supported her, �I�ll take care of it,� she snapped.
Draco started to step off his broom and enter the box when he caught the look Osanna gave him knowing it full well to mean, �Stay away�. He wheeled the broom around again and started searching the area with his cold gray eyes. If he couldn�t be with her then he was going to make someone pay and that would have to be Harry.
Osanna sat Ivy down at the table with George worrying around her and then turned to the cupboard she kept her potions ingredients in.
�Can I help� she span around to see Snape standing in the doorway, she had forgotten to lock the door. �A stabilizing and healing potion Severus,� He joined her and they began preparing ingredients as Ivy sat, a deathly shade of white.
�You shouldn�t have started that unforgivable curse, it would have meant dismissal for sure and not to mention time in Azkaban.� Osanna rounded on him, anger swelling up inside again, but his face was soft and concerned, �No body messes with us, no body who wishes to survive. That�s the way it has been and how it always shall be.� She hissed softly. He gave a short nod and looked down at his moonstone powder. The potion bubbled and when finished Osanna took it to Ivy and holding the phial to her lips, she drank. Her color started to return immediately and she gave a weak smile.
Osanna turned and Snape had gone. She had wanted to thank him and ran after him out of the cottage; �Severus!� she called and he turned and moved back towards her. �Thank you for your help with the potion it would have taken much longer to prepare without you� he gave a thin smile, �You were always good at potions, this gave you no problems.�
�The, uhhh, the match too�. If I had finished the cur��she stuttered, he moved closer towards her till they were almost touching, bent and kissed her cheek, �Think nothing of it�. He turned and swept away down the path.
Back in the house Ivy was already brighter and starting to move around.
�Watch the arm,� Osanna warned shaking off the snow on her boots, �It will take longer than the rest of you to heal.�
�I�ll kill that Potter boy, I bet it was on purpose,� Ivy hissed
�It was, I er, I� She fumbled for words.
�I believe I heard you start the Crucius curse. It was a pity Snape stopped you� Ivy attempted to march up and down the kitchen, but the progress was slow as she was still unsteady on her feet. �Who won the match?�.
Osanna shook her head in amusement; it was so like Ivy to worry about Quidditch at a time like this. �Slytherin, Draco caught the snitch. Now rest would you we have to leave for London toni�� She trailed off as her boot kicked a small box that lay on the floor next to her potions bench. Turning it around in her hands she looked at the little silver box in puzzlement. Ivy snatched it out of her hands and opened it. �Ivy wait, it must be Snapes, he must have dropped it when he was helping me with your potion.� Ivy didn�t even hesitate and ripped open the top. Inside were a letter and a ring. Ivy glanced at the letter and looked at Osanna smirking, �It�s for you� she said playfully, �Shall I read it?�.
�Yes, yes get on with it,� Osanna snapped impatiently. It read:
Osanna whom I have grown to find most dear to me
Accept this as a small token of my love and admiration of you
It is but a small gesture that could never deserve your beauty
But that you would wear it would warm my heart in the lonely days
Here without you this Christmas
Forever yours
Osanna sank into the chair beside Ivy, who took the shining silver ring out of the box and put it on Osanna�s finger, moving it so that the light caught the blue fire of the Labradorite stones set upon it. �It must have been Snape� Ivy whispered to her friend. Osanna snapped back into the real world and pulled the ring off, setting it on the table. �I don�t understand, it can�t be. It�s so� not Snape�.
�Honey,� Ivy took her hands in hers, �Maybe it is, maybe it�s the real Snape coming out.� Osanna shook her head and went upstairs, George following behind.
On the entranceway into the great castle Snape paused and patted his pockets. No, he thought, I couldn�t have dropped it there could I? He continued on into the castle, still feeling his pockets and wearing a worried frown.