Disclaimer: It's J.K.'s world, I just play in it.

A/N: Onto Chapter three…if you are wondering where this is going and can't wait til I get the rest of it up? Then go read the original "Oedipus Rex" or do some research on the Oedipus Complex…however I do not like the whole "kill the other half" bit.

There was a loud knock at Minerva McGonagall's office door. "Come in!" The door flew open at her words and in stormed Severus Snape, a billowing blur of black as he stomped over to her desk and hovered over her. "What is it Severus?"

"I need to speak with you about your child," he said roughly.

She was startled and looked up at him a fresh born fear in her eyes. "What child Severus?"

"Granger!" he walked around and sat gracefully down in a chair in front of her desk. Minerva sighed and closed her eyes a moment before sitting back down. Her heart beat slowed and she gazed at him.

"What about Ms. Granger?"

"You know damn well what."

"Severus, if I knew what, why the hell would I be asking?" she asked sounding prudish.

He rolled his eyes and grunted. "She got into an altercation with another Gryffindor student in the stairwell at the end of Potions today…"

"Hermione? In a fight? That's impossible."

"It's very possible, Minerva…just ask the girl yourself if you don't believe me…"

"And I intend to. I know my students very well and I know that Ms. Granger would not find herself in a situation like that."

"Are you calling me a liar?" he spat.

"No Severus, I'm simply saying-"

"What you're saying is that I'm a liar. Fine. That's how you want it? Deal with your own god damned brats." He stood and stormed out of her office, black cape billowing behind him as he slammed her door.

She sighed and released an uneasy breath. "Oh Severus…"

~*~

"I just can't believe it!" squealed Ginny Weasley as she sat cross-legged on the end of Tonya's bed. It was a rainy Friday and the last classes of the day had been canceled due to the pending storm. The two Gryffindors sat in their dormitory, on the bed paying little attention to the weather.

"Me either…" Tonya smiled as she turned the page of the black book in her hand. It was the same black book from Professor Snape's storeroom. The same book she had taken at the beginning of the week. And now she sat pouring over it, reading it aloud for all present in the room to hear.

"Oh read another one Tonya!" giggled Ginny.

"Alright…" she turned the page again. "December 12th…Today was another long one, ending with the sweet but tormenting class of Advanced Potions. Tonya was right on target as she always is, which comes as no surprise to me. Today they perfected sleeping droughts and she was the first to finish, which also came as no surprise. Thank the Gods the holidays are coming then the torture will end." She grinned at Ginny, "Wait 'til he finds out I'm not going home for the holidays."

The redhead giggled. "Is there more?"

"Oh yes," she nodded. "Soon the holidays will come and I will not have to be face with the torture of seeing her every day. Her sparkling brown eyes like pools of sweet chocolate and her long dark hair, as soft as pure silk, how I long to run my fingers through it. The holiday shall give my body the chance to relax, away from her. Perhaps my arms will forget how they ache to hold her, and my lips shall forget how they long to caress her cheek."

"Oh that is so romantic!" Ginny sighed dreamily.

"Wait there's more…How I yearn for her, every cell in my body wishes to be consumed by her touch, only this can never be. For she an angel and I a tainted soul. One such fair maiden, a beauty and who could ever learn to love a beast?"

"Oh that's so sad!" cried Ginny.

"I know…" she flipped through the remaining pages but they were blank. "He's really quite nice, and extremely handsome in his own dark and mysterious sorta way…" her voice trailed off as she peered out the window into the brooding storm. "Look!" she pointed out the window and leapt up from the bed. "There!"

The younger girl approached the window with caution and peered out it. Professor Snape was walking slowly down the path into the darkness of the storm, as if headed for Hagrid's hut. "I'll bet he's going into the forest to look for ingredients." Tonya said softly. She turned, grabbed the book and her cloak, putting it on and tucked the book away into the inside pocket.

"Tonya where are you going?"

"To return Professor Snape's diary…" she rounded on her heal and left the dormitory.

~*~

Professor McGonagall sat by her window, staring out it when she saw Severus Snape moving down the path. He was clearly on his way back from the forest, the storm deterring him from his objective. She sighed wistfully and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and removing her glasses. "Oh Severus…" she muttered aloud to herself, "What ever happened to us?"

Her mind lingered on the though for a moment longer before a single tear escaped her closed eyes. With a shaky hand, she wiped the tear away. "Oh Severus…she shall never know your name and you shall never know she exists…I shudder to think of all the pain that you brought me, all the pain that you could bring to our dear daughter Tonya."

~*~

Tonya had made her way down to the entrance of the castle, only to be greeted with a terrifying storm upon opening the doors. She was not venturing out into the torrential downpour of black sky and gusting wind to return a diary, so for now his classroom would simply have to do.

Her feet carried her not up to Gryffindor Tower, but rather down the steps to the dungeons. The air was chilly and wet as she turned the corner, finding herself standing in front of the Potions classroom faster then she had expected. It seemed almost impossible for her to have descended seven flights of steps already, yet there she stood. She leaned forward and grasped the handle of the door. "Ms. Morgan!"

"Oh!" she screamed and jumped up, whirling around to see Professor Snape standing directly in front of her, hands crossed over his chest, a frown on his lips. It was obvious that he had been caught out in the rain, his ebony tresses were soaked and clung accordingly to his face. "You shouldn't go sneaking up on people like that!" she cried in her defense.

"If one wishes not to be snuck up on, then one ought not go sneaking around," both his face and eyes remained impassive, making it impossible for her to tell if that statement was meant to be sarcastic. She quickly straightened up and cleared her throat.

"Would you prefer that one go barreling through the corridors instead, in hopes of knocking you over?" to this he cracked a slight smile. It seemed as though the awkward moment had passed.

"What can I do for you Ms. Morgan?" he asked softly, gazing at her as he spoke.

Her lips parted to speak, only no sound came out. She cleared her throat and attempted speaking again. "Professor, I had wanted to speak to you about…something…perhaps we might step into your classroom? The walls tend to have ears around here and I'm afraid that this is somewhat of a personal affair…"

He eyed her curiously, then nodded his head. "Very well." Reaching for the door, he pushed it open and stepped inside the Potions room. Tonya followed him, and once inside she shut the door behind them. To this, he raised his eyebrow, knowing immediately that if someone were to walk in, they would immediately assume the worst. "Ms. Morgan, what seems to be the problem?"

Tonya bowed her head, closing her eyes and gathering her courage. She looked up to see him standing several feet away from her. Stepping forward, she crossed the room until she stood directly before him. He was backed against his desk, arms casually at his side as he waited for her to speak.

"Professor, on Monday, shortly after my altercation with Hermione, I was in your storeroom retrieving medication for you. But while in there, I let my curiousity get the better of me. There was an open black book on the counter, I stole it from you…" she blinked and reached into her cloak, pulling out the book. Her hand trembled as she held it and handed it to him.

It took but a second for him to discover exactly what it was and his face turned from calm to anger as he snatched it from her. "Did you read this?" he growled at her in a tone unlike any she had ever heard before.

Bowing her head, she closed her eyes, "Yes sir." Her breath hitched in her throat as she awaited his reply. There was silence. Tonya raised her head slowly, daring to glance at him. His eyes sparkled bright black like deep pools of boiling ebony. "S-sir?"

"Go." He pointed to the door.

"Per-permission to speak sir?"

"Denied," he ground out. "Now go!"

"But Professor-"

"Ms. Morgan!" he yelled her name in a tone that shook through her, like an earth quake shakes California. "Remove yourself from my presence at once! Or I shall be forced to-"

Tonya stepped forward suddenly and grabbed his face, pulling it toward hers. Their lips met and she kissed him.