Debt Paid

Roxanne cried out as she fell back wards on the snow covered yard. But she was speechless as she looked up into the familiar face of Andrew Malone. “Afternoon Miss Mallura,” Malone said with an evil grin, “Seems you have wandered away from the pack, not a good idea if you want to stay alive.”

Roxanne stumbled to her feet, swallowing saliva to clear her dry throat. “Don’t do this Malone!”

“Don’t do what doctor?” he asked, still grinning, “Kill you? And would you be asking that to save my poor soul or to save your mud blood hide?”

“I don’t want to die Malone,” Roxanne admitted holding up her hands, trying to keep from showing to much fear, “But I also know that you are better than this! You were working so hard to help those people before!”

“Well it was hard to ask nice to those helpless worms before,” Andrew laughed, wand still pointing directly at her chest, “But don’t worry, I washed my hands often to get keep the mud blood stench off of my skin!”

Roxanne shivered as she looked into his cool blue eyes. “Damn it! As a doctor you should know that blood doesn’t mean anything!” she argued, “It’s all red and we all have it!”

“Yes, but some blood is redder then others is it not?”

“You are a fucking shit head if you believe that!”

Please remember who has their wand out Miss Mallura,” Andrew warned.

Roxanne was breathing harder now as she glared at this former colleague. “You are no doctor!” she growled, “No doctor would allow people to die in order to prove a god damn lie! If you had ever taken a look at a body you would know that there is no fucking difference between you and any muggle on this earth!”

“Shut up bitch!” Andrew said flicking his wand.

Roxanne cried out as the invisible force cut across her upper arm. The warm red blood dribbled down to her hand. She lifted her hand slowly and some how managed a smile. She held it up to Andrew. “See! It’s red! As red as the roses! I’m just as good as you!”

“I said shut up!”

Roxanne cried out as the magic cut across her thigh, but then she laughed. “You just don’t like to admit I’m right! You can’t argue any scientific ideas that I can’t prove wrong can you?!”

“You just want me to kill you don’t you?!” Andrew growled.

“Go a head!” Roxanne challenged, “Maybe then you can open me up and compare me to any fucking pure blood you want to! I’ll bet they have every organ, match for match, but I bet if they work for Voldermort, I’ll have more of a dick then they do! I have more of a dick then you’ll ever have!” Roxanne barely felt the strike below her other knee although she stumbled, nearly falling. But the burning need to prove this bitch wrong was more powerful then the pain. “You aren’t even human are you? You believe you’re a god but you’re not worth shit! Your idea of pure blood is pure brown shit! You’re an inbred dickless whore! There is no one who is pure blood except for the god damn people who marry their sisters and brothers! Way to keep it in the family, dickless!”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Andrew cried as his wand wavered in his angry grip.

Roxanne closed her eyes as she scrunched up in fear. Everyone had told her that it would be painful to die.

“Avada Kedvara.”


It wasn’t a yell, it wasn’t even all that emotional. Actually the words that echoed through Roxanne’s ears were quiet devoid of anything. But the sound afterwards was like nothing like Roxanne had ever heard. It was only a moment later that it disappeared again. As she opened her eyes she heard the body of Andrew Malone crumple to the ground. She could see his feet in her downward view. Slowly she raised her head, a few tears slipping out as she dared to look up. Severus Snape stood there, behind where Andrew stood before, wand still stretched out. He lowered it as Roxanne looked at his face. His face was unemotional as his next few words.

“I maybe dickless but I do keep up with the score,” he told her, “You do something for me, I do something for you. I did it for Potter and now I do it for you Mallura.”

Roxanne just kept looking directly at his face. She wasn’t thinking anything or even feeling anything although her face was pale. Maybe she was searching his face for something, she wasn’t sure what. Some sense of humanity? He had just killed a man without even flinching damn it! What makes a man kill someone and not even fucking flinch?!
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I wrote the scene first before I made the picture which kinda speaks to why I feel better about it then the picture. It maybe part of a larger story but the basic premis should be sort of clear. Roxanne Mallura is Hufflepuff, graduated the same year as Snape and he is paying her back for something she did for him years back.

I think it was the one sort of 'redeming' feature of Snape, he always feels he needs to repay people who do things for him. I believe that's why he stuck around with Dumbledore for a while, repaying the old man for saying him from being put in jail with the rest of the Voldermort followers.

Anyway the scenes I've been working on have been a suggestion of Snape and Roxanne but for Snape it's mostly repayment for things she does for him or because he needs her in some way. He actually finds Roxanne idiotic in her need (as a half-blood doctor) to save everyone even if they are trying to kill her plus she doesn't know anything really past defense and healing spells (so basically in most cases she is worthless). She finds him rude and yet strangely alluring...

Don't we all...*sigh*...

Anyway, the stock photos can be attributed to:
Snape: Cobweb-stock
Roxanne's coat: Isolated-stock
Roxanne's head: Phoeebstock
Death Eater: Attemptestock
Background: Silvery-Lily-Stock

And Harry Potter Copyright Rowling and Warner Bros.
(Basically nothing really belongs to me except for the idea and the mixture of the pictures...damn I feel bad now...)