Okay, this is my first fan fic about Harry Potter. It concentrates more on Snape and his new mentee (no sexual relationship here. sorry). There will be a bit of Harry but that comes much later. This is the catch that maybe I should inform first. The story starts from the second book (i read them all but here, i based more on the movie) and the setting is during the Modern Times. You know, when ipod exist. I've been thinking about this story for a very, very long already. And it should end at the seventh book because my add on character is the main heroine. (I'm kinda tired of Harry always being THE good guy and I really wanted a happy ending for Snape.) Try to stay tune if you are interested in my story. R and R and I would be absolutely grateful. Love, Wildreams

"Girl! Girl!"

A twleve years old girl with pale skin but dark brown eyes glanced up. A man called her name, a man who's angry. She became alert. Her eyes darted to her door. Outside, she heard her mother plead. Then a sound, like the air being sliced to two. The angry man cursed loudly and the noise came nearer to her room. Finally, the door was opened wide.

Her mother's boyfriend stood at her door, silenced and frozen.

"How did you do that?"

The girl stared at him.

"I ask how you do that?" he was shouting.

"Did what?" she replied innocently.

"Open the door without getting up! That's what I want to know and you better answer quick, girl!" his face was red, probably drunk. Then her mother appeared behind him. Her right cheek was red and her eyes were moist.

"Quentin, don't! She's just a girl."

"That brat is evil I can tell you!" he shouted at her mom. "How did the car started suddenly and driving itself into a ditch? Can you explain that? Can you?"

"Hush!"

The couple stared at the girl, who was placing her index finger to her lips.

"Hush! It's Clara's funeral. Respect the dead."

The man cursed and strode towards the girl. He snatched the doll and in a blink of an eye, pulled out the head from its body. Satisfied, he dropped the doll at the girl's feet. The girl did not flinched an inch. Her eyes turned dark. He didn't notice it.

"If anything suspicious happens again, you're dead meat, you hear me?" and he walked out of the room, dragging her mom with him before she could resist.

Circe's eyes followed them.

"Unless you're dead meat first."

Circe stared at her mirror, combing her long, mahogany colored hair, waiting. It was seven and a quarter in the evening and her mom's boyfriend would have been drinking in front of the tellie. In another half an hour, he'd be drunk and asleep. Her mom on the other hand would be in her room, staring outside the window, day-dreaming.

It wouldn't hurt to practice a little, she mused to herself. She concentrated on her brown teddy bear. Slowly, it started emitting smoke. It wouldn't matter to destroy the teddy. After all, she was quite too old for such plush toys already. In a while, the teddy began to burn in a bright flame. Circe pointed her finger at it and twirled it around in mid-air. Expertly, she manipulated the flame as it also began to swirl higher above the charred teddy. "You're beautiful", she said to the flame. As if is pleased, the flame climbed higher towards the ceiling. Happily, she hopped out of her room and ran towards her mother's.

"Mommy, follow me. Quick!"

Her mother turned to her and smelled something burning.

"Dear! Do you smell that?"

"Come, mommy!"

Circe grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her out of the room.

"Circe! You're room!"

"Don't stop mommy."

And she directed her mother downstairs.

"Hush! Don't wake Quentin." She said to her mother.

"What?"

But Circe did not say anything. She left her mother to call the firemen and while she ran to the kitchen. She started the stove and then using her finger, she manipulated the tiny blue flame to twirl high to the air, slowly chewing the curtains and anything in its way.

"Be free." She whispered to the bright orange wave of heat and ran to her mother, who was just hanging up.

"Circe! The kitchen!"

"Let's go, mommy!"

"Quentin!"

But Circe had dragged her out to the main door.

"Quentin!"

"It's too late mommy." Circe smiled.

Natsumi stared at her daughter in pure horror.

"You started it." She whispered in fear.

Circe nodded quickly. "Yes, mommy. We're free." Then, she used her finger again. The fire has fully engulfed the kitchen. She twirled her finger and the fire swallowed the house. Then, there was a piercing sound of a man in agony.

"NO! NO!" Natsumi fell to her knees, clawing the damp earth. "NO! QUENTIN!" Then she turned towards her daughter. "Stop it! Stop it, Circe! Please!"

Circe frowned. "I don't understand, mommy. He hurt us."

But her mother didn't listen to her. She was screaming loudly at the burning house. Then, abruptly, she got up and stared at her daughter with horror, "I don't know you anymore. Stay away from me!" She slowly back away.

"Mommy, where are you going?"

"No! Stay away from me! STAY AWAY!" and she took off.

It was okay, Circe thought. She could find her easily enough. Now, she watched at her revenge. It was sweet as ever. The end of her lips curled slightly. The piercing scream had stopped. Nearby, she heard the fire engine roaring close by.

"You're dead meat."

And Circe ran into the night.

The sky was dark and cloudy. The street was quiet and deserted. At the end of the street was the place where mother worked hard as a receptionist to bring dinner home. Circe walked silently but swiftly towards the motel. First door to the right. Stairs. She climbs it and headed to the left. The whole row of rooms, only one was occupied. Mother, she thought.

The curtains were not drawn back completely. But it was enough to see a wooden stool directly under the ceiling fan. A rope dangling above it.

No.

Mother was sitting at the foot of the bed, silently weeping. "Mother, stop." Circe muttered outside. "Stop it, mother."

"You freak, get out of my head!" She saw her mother snatching a cup and smashing it to the wall. She got up.

"Mother, don't do it." Natsumi could hear her daughter's stubborn voice in her head.

"Get out! Get out! You're a monster!"

"Mother, please…" Was her daughter begging? She turned her head, staring at the window and saw her pale face daughter. There was no smile on her face, no frown, nothing. She remembered the night with her daughter's father. She remembered his dark brown eyes. Circe inherited those eyes. She steps towards the chair but with her second step, her legs were stunned, nailed to the carpeted floor.

"No, you can't stop me now."

Circe, still staring through the window, concentrated hard. "You're not doing it, mother. I shan't let you."

But even though she tried hard, mother seemed to be able to moved albeit slowly. She steps onto the chair, her hands trying so hard to put the noose around her neck "You can't stop me! You can't use your tricks on me."

Finally, cold sweats dripped down her temple. Circe couldn't do it. As she saw her mother's neck around the noose, she knew that she was too strong to abide her daughter's voice.

"Circe, I pray for your sake, that you will never meet your father. You are a cursed child that he gave me." With that, she kicked the stool. She wriggled for a few moments but was still at the end.

Circe watched her. "I'm sorry, mother." The darkness grew and the clouds became like balls of thick grey cotton wool, brewing vengeance as she walk away from the motel. Death, it seems, was the only thing she could create.

Did you like it? Next chapter Snape would come in. Promise you'd come back? R and R. XOXO

Ps, Circe is pronounced as Sir-see.