Severus Snape + Atropa Trist (Closed to ThisUserIsBlocked)

[Artificial Sugar]

Severus Snape- @ThisUserIsBlocked


Atropa Trist- @xLovelyBonesx


Other characters- Used as needed.


| Plot |


Atropa Trist is a seventh year Slytherin who disagrees with her family and their values.


They've been urging her to become a Death Eater, as it's a tradition in their family, but she's refused each time.


With nothing left to do, they ask Severus Snape to keep an eye on her and push her into it- since she admires him greatly, they think he'll be able to change her mind.


He agrees to do so, but he's actually just watching over her to make sure she stays safe.


| Cute Moments I'd like to have included |


1- Atropa is called out in class for being the only student to make a potion correctly.


(Snape admires this quality in her.)


2- Severus asks Atropa to be his classroom aid- helping with first years and helping grade things, putting potion supplies away, and even making some with him.


When they're alone, he becomes flustered and admits he likes her as more than a student- and they kiss.


3- Atropa gets her potion poured out in class by an angry classmate and Snape defends her.

Spoiler

Name: Atropa Trist


Age: 17


House: Slytherin


Best Classes: Potions, Charms, Transfiguration.


Worst: Divination, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures.


Personality: Atropa is shy and quiet, but highly intelligent. She enjoys reading and art, as well as potion making. She can have quite a temper if provoked though.


Other: She was meant to be in Ravenclaw, but asked to be in Slytherin in an effort to make her family happy.


Looks:

 

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Atropa sat at the long table- which was made of mahogany, and quite expensive, as her parents always told her- alone.


The clock on the wall counted down the seconds, making Atropa's anxiety grow with each "tick".


Her hands began to sweat and she clasped them together tightly, her legs swinging off the chair with nerves. It had always been a habit of hers, and her mother hated it.


She was constantly being told to sit still, to stop being anxious, to calm down. It never ended.


It was a constant flow of insults and requests to be better around company.


The clock finally stopped ticking, and the door to the living room opened. Her parents filed in, smiling at her.


"You've had your chance to join on your own accord." Her mother said, eyes glinting maliciously.


The room had turned a pale blue color, everything was washed out. It hurt Atropa's eyes.


Her parents looked sick, and she thought that maybe they looked a bit skinnier as well.


"We'll ask you once more; Will you join us as a Death Eater?" Her father spoke this time- his face was expresionless.


In her life, Atropa hadn't really gotten a chance to know her father, since he was either working, or having a drink in the lounge, which meant he was not to be disturbed.


Atropa shook her head, biting her lip, knowing that this wasn't the answer they wanted.


But it was the only answer she would give- she would never join them. Their ideals went against everything she believed in.


"No." She whispered, fear making her voice shake.


"Then you give us no choice." Her mother replied, voice cool and full of venom.


And then her parents came forward and Atropa stood, backing away from them, heart beating with fear.


"This will only hurt a little." Her father said, still emotionless as he grabbed her arm and held it out to her mother.


Atropa's mother smiled and brought out a branding iron from behind her back- it had the Dark Mark on it.


"N-No!" Atropa cried out, trying to get away, but her father held her tight.


And then the brand touched her skin and she could smell it burning, feel it bubbling, and she screamed loudly, closing her eyes-


And then she woke up. She was in her bed at Hogwarts, although for a moment she didn't know where she was.


Once she'd calmed down, she sat up and pushed the hair from her sweat covered face.


The dream was usual for her- it had been keeping her up lately. She was beginning to show signs of not sleeping- her skin was more pale than usual, and she had dark bags under her eyes.


She had no appetite either, and although she had never been fat, her uniform now hung on her small 5'5 frame. It used to hug her curves nicely, and she'd even thought well of herself.


Sighing, Atropa got out of bed and decided to shower, since no one else was up right now to bother her.


She grabbed her toiletries and walked to the girls bathroom, turning on the hot water in one of the showers.


The water calmed her and made her heart stop pounding, but she still felt ill. No breakfast again, today.


She took an extra long shower, just because she could, taking the time to wash carefully and shave everything nicely.


Usually she rushed, and often cut her legs on accident, but not today.


When she was finally done showering, she got out and did a quick drying spell on herself, then got dressed in her now loose uniform before brushing her hair.


She'd never wore makeup, so she didn't need to take the time to apply it.


As she left, the other girls began to enter, smirking at her here and there, hiding giggles behind their hands.


Ignoring them, Atropa made her way back to her bed, where she put her things away and grabbed her books and school bag before leaving the dormitory.


She made her way to the Dining Hall, where she sat for a while and drank ice cold water, but ate nothing.


Then she got up and took her time walking to her first class of the day- Potions. As usual, she was early, but she didn't care.


Professor Snape never minded her coming in early either, it seemed.


Atropa took her usual seat up front and unpacked her things, then began to read a book she'd brought with her.


Class wouldn't begin for at least another fifteen minutes, so she had plenty of time to read happily.

 

[ERR0R]

Severus watched from his small stand as Atropa scurried in. He smiled to himself. She was always early. The girl had been one of his favorite students. Always perfecting potions the right way. Not to mention, he had known her for a big chunk of his life. Not to mention, most recently was put on duty to convert the girl to become a death eater. He hated doing so, but he agreed just to keep an eye on her.


"Good morning, Miss. Trist." Professor Snape greeted her, something he rarely did. His eyes barely moved from the Daily Prophet news letter that was gripped firmly in his hands. His eyes occasionally skipped to the black haired girl sitting in her front seat, the same one she claimed every single year.


Looking back at the newspaper, he read the title to himself silently. 'Death Eaters On The Loose, New Attack At Diagon Alley.' He shifted as he read, looking at the picture of a group of screaming people running out of the way as black clouds appear around them. As Severus watched the picture closer, he had noticed he recognized the death eaters. It was Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, and of course, Atropa's parents.


They weren't caught, but witnesses stated it was them. Truthfully, he hated being a Death Eater, but it was what he had to do. For Lily. Sighing, he placed the paper back down, not wanting to read anymore.

 

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Atropa looked up when Professor Snape said her name, and blushed. "G-Good morning, Professor." She replied, smiling.


He barely ever greeted her- usually it was a polite nod, most times nothing at all.


The one thing that he did for her that he didn't do for other students was allow her to be in class before he was.


That was something that made her really happy.


She heard the Professor sigh and set down his paper, and she wondered what he was reading about.


Typically, she didn't read the news because it was too depressing.


"Are you alright, Professor?" She asked him, her voice quiet, hesitant. She didn't know if he would respond or not.

 

[ERR0R]

"Of course." He said, shifting past the question. His mind traveled all over the place. He placed himself across from the girl.


She was his favorite student, and he made it clear to her.


Severus let out another sigh. "And how was your day, Atropa?" He asked, looking at her eyes. They were mesmerizing as always.


He had to give her that, she was a beautiful young student.


He excused himself from the table as more students flooded into the class room, none as eager to be in his presence as much


as Atropa. Not even the other Slytherins.